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Coming Home

Part 6

Kid Salvatore reader x Stefan Salvatore x Damon Salvatore

Warnings: mentions of torture, swearing

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They then headed back to the boarding house to where Damon and Katherie are.

When you guys got inside the house, the first thing everyone hears is Katherine and Damon fighting about a functional way to find you.

"Guys shut up your going to wake y/n up!" Caroline said, getting the twos attention.

Damon was the first to speak up, "Where did you find her?"

"She found Jeremy in school and went over to him" Elena explained.

From all the talking you started to squirm, waking up. You lifted your head up and looked around, when you turned your arm rubbed harshly against Stefan's jacket emitting a whimper from you. It scraped right against the first place where Klaus touched you with vervain.

Speaking of Klaus when he woke up, as soon as he got dressed he went downstairs only to see that you weren't there anymore and escaped during the night. He started throwing furniture around, angry. Eventually he went down to the basement and un-daggered Elijah and Rebekah since there's no point having them daggered anymore cause your gone.

"What happened to you?" Damon asked and came up to you, inspecting all the burns but being really gentle about it.

"Mean 'erson hurt me" you mumbled back.

You then noticed Katherine standing behind Damon and your eyes lit up. "Kafrine" you reached out grabby hands for her.

She came over and gently took you into her arms from Stefan's. Damon looked offended, it was really hard for everyone not to start laughing at him. "I am offended she chose Kitty Kat right there over me. Her own brother" Damon said, playfully glaring at you.

You adorably smiled at him then started to play with Katherine's curls. "You are lucky your cute" Damon said and went to pour himself a drink.

He turned to all the girls; Bonnie, Elena, Caroline. "Don't even think about it you three and you two don't even start" he pointed to Jeremy and Tyler who were about to say something.

"Hung'y" you whispered into Katherine's ear while Damon was telling off everyone.

"Okay y/n/n do you want a blood bag or my blood?" Katherine whispered back, making you smile.

"You, p'ease" you answered.

Katherine moved her hair out of the way for you to drink from her neck. You slowly sank your tiny, cute fangs into her and started to drink from her.

"I'm going to kill Klaus" Damon raged, starting to head for the door.

"Don't even think about it" Stefan said before Damon could take another step. He thought about it for a second then started to walk again before Katherine started to talk.

"Damon if you take one more step to that fucking door I will kick your ass so hard you won't be able to sit for a week" Katherine threatened him from where she was now sitting with you on her lap still drinking her blood, slowly.

"Damon c'mon" Stefan said, knowing Katherine will actually follow through with that action.

Damon walked towards the couch and sat down, glaring at everyone in the room who was also now sitting. "So what your telling me is that son of a bitch can kidnap our sister and I can't do anything about it? No revenge?! because trust me he deserves it" Damon exclaimed, furious.

"How about we wait until we know y/n is okay before planning some psychotic revenge plan your probably thinking of right now" Bonnie said, who was sitting next to him.

"Fine Bon Bon, but I'm holding you to that" he said.

You stopped drinking Katherine's blood and by now most of the burn marks are gone except for a couple still on your arms but they'll heal soon enough. You were staring at the drink in Damon's hand that he got just now. It's obviously bourbon but you can't exactly tell the difference of alcohol or not.

Damon noticed where you were looking. "Do you want some?" He asked you.

You slightly nodded and climbed down from Katherine's lap, going over to him. "Damon no, she's four" Elena said but Damon to no avail didn't listen and brought the glass up to your slightly parted lips.

Everyone didn't stop him because they all knew what the outcome of this was most likely to be and it was you spitting it out. Damon poured some into your mouth and sat the glass down onto the coffee table. As soon as you tasted it you spat it all out right onto Damon's lap, making a disgusted face.

"Sowwy Damy, don' wike dat" you apologized and pointed at the substance in the glass he put down.

"Umm, it's okay y/n/n. I'll be back I'm going to go put on pants that aren't stained with alcohol" Damon said and went upstairs to his room.

You turned to where Bonnie's sitting and started to play around with her fingers. After a bit she lifted you onto her lap so you didn't have to keep reaching up to her hands.

When Damon came back down Stefan was already checking your arms and face where there are still a bit of traces from where Klaus hurt you. You whimpered when he touched a certain place where you were burned with vervain on your upper arm close to your shoulder. But other than that everything looked fine and should heal soon.

"Okay everything looks good but watch out for this burn mark just in case. I put a plaster on it but still be careful about it" Stefan said standing up again.

"So she's alright nothing serious right?" Damon asked sort of getting eager to everyone's dismay, knowing of what's going to come from him.

"Yeah......why?" Stefan asked his brother in return.

Damon didn't answer and just turned over to where Tyler and Jeremy were arm wrestling at the arm of the couch they were at.

"Hey you two idiots over there" he said getting both of their attention.

"Yeah?" They both asked at the same time.

"How would you guys like to go and hunt a certain hybrid with me?" Damon smirked at them.

"Sure why not?" Tyler said and Jeremy responded with; "awesome, I'm in."

"No to both of you" Alaric said walking in the room and making the two boys sit down again.

"Wait school isn't over yet" Caroline pointed out.

"I excused myself saying it was a family emergency. The whole reason I left though was because of Damon and his teenage girl hormones when this stuff happens" Alaric said, making all of them laugh at your oldest brother.

"Oh come on he DESERVES it" Damon exclaimed.

"Yes he does but let's wait a bit first" He told his best friend and drinking buddy.

Damon just rolled his eyes and sat back down next to Bonnie again. "Okay you guys might want to stop speaking about k-i-l-l-i-n-g people in front of her" Bonnie informed, nodding down to where you were now leaning back against her dozing off.

"Seriously? You think she doesn't know how to spell" Tyler pointed out at how Bonnie spelled out the word 'killing'.

"Okay then. y/n what was the word I spelt out the last time I talked" Bonnie asked, looking down at where you were looking up at her.

"I don' know. Candy?!" You said expectantly but Bonnie shook her head and you leaned back, saddened now.

Eventually though you did fall asleep ending with the top half of your thumb in your mouth. Bonnie tried to pull your thumb out but stopped after you started to wake up again.

“So what exactly did Klaus do to her?” Alaric asked after Bonnie came back downstairs from laying you down in your bed.

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allfearstofallto · 1 month

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Wow I loved your latest child piece, do you think he would try desperately to make his sons like him? Give them gifts and go fishing together with his oldest son? I mean he can see that the kid is terrified of him but he tries to reassure him but to no avail. I think he would let his anger out on some of his poor Fatui men or on his missions whenever these moments happen to him. That’s so angsty how Childe loves his family but they only see him as the monster they think he is.

Y'all I actually really do like writing for yandere Childe's family!! The angst is so fucking good!!

But since I can't keep up with the nameless kids, the older boy is Adonis and the younger one is Damon

Yandere! Childe x Fem! Reader

Forced Marriage AU

TW: Yandere Themes, Reader has children, mentions of previous abuse

“You look so cute all bundled up like that, my sweet,” you praised your older son, even patting his head and squeezing his cheeks the way you knew he liked. Yet nothing you were doing could lift the dark cloud that was over him, the fear in his eyes was paralyzing and he was gripping the hem of your dress so tightly, you thought he'd rip it if he were made to let go.

“P-pl-please don't send me away, mommy,” Little Adonis whimpered through tears and you felt your heart shatter. Orange hair framing his face, you brushed it to the side. You hated just how much they looked like their father, his genes so strong they were like little carbon copies of him. And their cries always tugged at your heart, you hated that he made you feel empathy for his face

With your other son still on your hip, you tried to comfort both boys. Finding it difficult to soothe with your hands full. Adonis had gone from whimpering and labored breaths to full blown sobbing at this point, wiping the tears from his chubby cheeks with the backs of his mittens. You tried to stop him from crying, tried to get him to calm down. When the older one cried, so did the younger, and soon Damon was also in your arms shedding tears.

“Your father just wants to take you out for a bit,” your voice was shaky as you tried to reassure him, “You won't even be far. The pond is only a short walk away.” Your words fell on deaf ears as they continued to cry, both of them getting your dress wet with their fat tears.

“What's all the commotion?” The voice that asked this question somehow managed to make both of your children suck their tears up quickly and fall into an almost scary silence. They peaked up at you, waiting for your response to Ajax, who was giving you his usual charming smile.

“I- I just don't think Adonis is very fond of the snow,” you spoke quickly while patting the boy's head, even cupping his cheeks to try and wipe away some of the wetness from his face.

If Childe noticed how tense the entire family has become at his presence he didn't speak on it. Instead he took a knee right in front of his son, also reaching up to pat the boy's head, but he flinched away from his father's touch. You squeezed his shoulder a bit too tightly to hold him in place, making him look up at you in a way that broke your heart. He felt as if you were betraying him, but you knew better, what Childe could do to him was much much worse.

“That's nonsense. He's from Snezhnaya, he should love the snow,” he finally got to pet Adonis’ head. His large hand that was covered in scars and callous practically getting lost in the orange locks.

“Maybe he takes more after me,” you took Childe's hand, trying to put his attention more on you instead, “It doesn't even get cold in Liyue. You remember how much I hated it here when I first arrived, don't you?”

His eyes went dark for a moment as he squeezed your hand a little too tightly, “You hated it here for a lot of reasons.”

“But the cold was the worst part,”

“Adonis will be fine,” he spoke while placing a kiss upon your lips, then one on Damon's forehead, “My father took me ice fishing when I was practically an infant.”

“I-i suppose,” words muttered with your head down.

The two of them slipped on their boots together, with Childe even helping his son tie his. You felt on edge watching the both of them leave out the door. It was the first time that you'd ever left Childe alone with him, and the instinct inside of you that was telling you to protect them was on high alert. There was nothing you feared more than your husband.

But nothing could be done. Childe kissed you again on the lips and you pressed your forehead to your sons, quietly whispering words of assurance to him and most of all Please be good.

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Damon x reader - don’t call me that

can i request one where reader always call damon some kind of pet name that when reader called him by his name he gets pouty?? - Anon💜

Sitting on the couch, you were aimlessly flicking through some films trying to find something to watch when you heard the front door open and close.

“Hey love!” You called.

“I thought you had work?” Damon asked.

You shrugged a little as you leant your head back to looked at him in the doorway of the living room.

“Closed for the night, had some paperwork to do so I decided to close up but I finished it all an hour ago. The owner said it was cool. Where were you?”

“Some crap to do with Elena wasn’t really paying attention.”

You laughed a little bit and shook your head at Damon as he walked over and jumped over the couch to sit next to you.

Holding his arms out, he waited for you to crawl into his arms and held you against his chest.

He picked up the tv remote and carried on flicking through the films you were looking at while he ran his fingers through your hair.

“What time do you start tomorrow?” Damon asked.

“It’s my day off, one of the college kids wanted some extra shifts so the store owner is gonna train them up on some stuff.”

Damon grinned a little to himself and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Does that mean movies, snacks and cuddling?”

“Of course it does my dear.” You chuckled.

So that’s how you guys spent the rest of the night, you ordered some food, gathered some snacks from the cupboard and binged loads of films.

You woke up the following morning with your head tucked under Damon’s chin, his arms wrapped tightly around you, your legs tangled with his while he was still fast asleep.

You wiggled free from his grasp and padded out to the kitchen to get a drink and look for something to eat.

Humming to yourself, you settled on making some pancakes and got everything out and ready while you started to make the batter mix.

It wasn’t long before you heard Damon getting up and wondering around.

“Hey breakfast is my job.”

“You were still asleep.” You shrugged.

Breakfast flew by and you had to go meet the others to discuss some stuff, and while you didn’t really have to be there Damon did.

You decided to tag along because you were bored and Damon gave you a gentle kiss before he entered the door before he gestured for you to follow him into the boarding house.

“You don’t have to be here you know.” He whispered.

Looking up at him, you nodded.

“I know, but it’s my day off I wanna be with you.”

“I know I’m just to damn irritable.” He smirked.

Rolling your eyes, you slipped your hand into his, and played with the ring on his finger while he half listened to whatever was being said.

He was scrolling through his phone, occasionally showing you something he thought you would like or something you found funny.

What caught your attention was someone saying his name in an angry tone and you looked up to see Ric scowling at Damon.

“Are you even paying attention Damon? This is important, it’s Elena’s life we’re trying to save.” He snapped.

“Yeah yeah I know, but this isn’t going to work and you know it.” Damon shrugged.

“It’s our only choice at this point.” Stefan sighed.

“Just go in there and kill them all, problem solved.” Damon said.

Everyone sighed at him.

“It’s not that simple, we do that and they kill my sister. Would you do that if it were (Y/N)?”

“I would’ve killed them all the moment they took (Y/N).” Damon growled, “it’s not my fault you’re all to scared to do anything about it.”

“We’re not all as reckless and stupid as you.” Jeremy snapped.

You felt Damon tense up, and you gripped his hand a little tighter, making him turn his attention to you.

“Calm down my love…” you whispered.

He nodded his head and took a deep breath.

“What? Nothing to say?” Jeremy scoffed.

Damon growled a little bit didn’t do anything and Jeremy stood up.

“You owe everything to my sister, (Y/N) hasn’t done anything for you!”

This time Damon rushed forward, pinning Jeremy to the wall while everyone tried to pry him off the teen.

You stood up.

“Love come on, let him go.”

Placing a hand on Damon’s arm, you tried to get his attention.

Nothing would work, no matter how many pet names you called him, no matter how much you asked him again and again to let Jeremy go and he wouldn’t.

Sighing, you took a step back and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Damon let him go right now.” You snapped.

Damon whipped his head towards you and dropped Jeremy, walking over he stood in front of you, placing his hands on your cheeks.

“Don’t call me that…” he pouted.

“You wouldn’t listen.”

“Don’t call my name, I don’t like it when you call me by my name…”

Reaching up, you placed your hands on his arms and sighed, leaning slightly into his touch as you closed your eyes for a second.

“I want you to apologise to Jeremy, he’s just worried about his sister and wants her to be safe.”

Damon grumbled something under his breath and walked around you, slipping his arms around your waist as he put his head on your shoulder.

“Will you stop using my name if I do…?” He mumbled.

You nodded and he sighed.

“Fine, I guess im sorry but I’d do it again.”

“That’s as good as im going to get isn’t it?” Jeremy asked.

Damon nodded his head and Jeremy sighed rolling his eyes.

They all went back to discussing what to do while Damon turned you around, hands planted on your waist.

“Are you happy now?”

“Much. Thank you darling.”

Leaning up you kissed his cheek and led him back to the couch to carry on with the meeting.

He sat there and just listened, still slightly pouting at the fact that you had called him by his name and not one of the pet names you usually called him

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miloformula123fan · 3 days

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Could you do fic for Toto Wolff with wife reader? With him being the team principal for Merc, it was expected that she would also support the team and she did. But, she was and still a tifosi at heart and everyone knows it. So when Carlos wins the Australian GP and Charles P2, she sang her heart out during the national anthem was being played. He could see how much she loved the team and he wouldn't want her to stop supporting it. Because he always knew, whatever happened she would stick by his side no matter what. Just something fluff and sweet. Thanks!! :)))

okay, this is short, but the bachelor fic is really long, but im trying to empty my inbox while writing it, so, a little short :)

Please keep requesting - y'all have awesome ideas we agree on a lot of stuff :) - my guidelines are here, and if you want some prompts, they are here.

also feel free to come in and start chatting to me in my asks, would love to get to know y'all better

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toto wolff x female!wife!tifosi!reader

“And um, while we’re on light hearted topics, moving on from Carlos’ miraculous recovery, i do just want to bring up Y/N Wolff, was at today’s race, obviously horrible race for Mercedes, and we really did think she would be quite upset by it, but um, she was later spotted in the Ferrari crowd.” Damon Hill said, trying to avoid getting trampled in the Australian paddock

“Yeah, it was a little odd, we did ask a couple of Mercedes mechanics that we ran into, and they all seemed to know what we were talking about and they all had these knowing smiles, and Shov even quoted Seb saying ‘everyone is a ferrari fan. Even if they say they are not, they are a ferrari fan’ so very odd things going on in the Mercedes garage.” Paul di Resta mentioned

“Let’s um, let’s cut to the footage so you know what we’re talking about.” Damon Hill pointed at the screen.

The Sky broadcast cut to a past shot from the podium. The shot was pretty simple, Y/N standing in her Mercedes shirt, standing out in the sea of red and orange shirts. The anthem and the Italian engineers made it difficult to hear, but her body language and the fact that she was mouthing the words to the Italian National Anthem, with her arm around Fred’s shoulder, swaying side to side.

The camera then panned to Toto, who had an adorable look on his face. It had obviously been a horrible weekend for Mercedes, but he had a grin on his face as he watched Y/N cheering for ferrari. Multiple mechanics were calling out his names as he gazed at his wife looking at the ferrari boys.

“Damn he’s whipped, i think that’s what all the kids are saying these days.” Paul di Resta said

“And speak of the man himself, hey Toto. Got time for a chat?” Damon Hill called out to the tall Austrian, as he walked past. Toto nodded and grabbed a microphone.

“Toto, we obviously saw your wife celebrating the ferrari 1-2, should we be concerned that she is leaving you to join Lewis at Ferrari?” Paul di Resta asked

“No, not at all, whatever happens, I have faith that my wife will stick by my side no matter what. I also don’t think she finds the guys with no hair attractive, so better luck next time Fred.” Toto shrugged before wandering off, probably to find his wife.

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joequiinn · 11 days

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The Dos & Don'ts of Fake Dating | E.M. x reader | pt. 5

[all chapters here]

summary: You propose a crazy idea to the resident freak of Hawkins, Eddie Munson. But maybe he was even crazier for agreeing to it…

notes & tropes: fem reader, slow burn, faking dating, opposites attract, bratty rich bitch reader, super minor revenge plot, not-quite-enemies-to-lovers

a/n: I'm very excited for this chapter because it's actually one of the scenes that inspired this whole fic! Before I knew what the hell I even wanted to write, I played this idea of a figure skating character over and over again in my head as I built up the story around it. I'm a little behind on writing the next chap, so it may be a slightly longer wait between this and the next one! Hope you all love it!

wc: 4.8k

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You skated at least four times a week. You’ve done so since you were ten years old, when you decided that you wanted to take figure skating more seriously. Whether or not you had competitions, whether or not you were in the mood for it, you always stuck with your skating routine. With competition season coming up in November, you knew you’d have to start practicing more, putting in longer hours and more days in preparation.

Or maybe not. After all, competing was something that your mom enjoyed, that she encouraged wholeheartedly. Regardless of how much you enjoyed it, it didn’t exactly fit the teenage rebellion thing you had going on right now. Maybe you wouldn’t go to competition this year, maybe you’d skip out on your final season out of pure spite - now that would be cruel. Although a part of you hurt at that idea - because you really did love skating - you reasoned that it was something you had to consider.

Fridays were always very long days for you. While your peers would be set free to roam following the 3pm school bell, you had more obligations for the day. Once you left school, you crammed in as much homework as you could before hitting the ice rink by 4:30 at the latest to get your own practice in. Once that was done, you led a youth skating practice until 7pm, then you tried to squeeze in some more skating time before the hockey team took to the ice at 7:15. After arriving home at 8 o’clock or later, you crammed more homework so you wouldn’t have to deal with it over the weekend, and then by that point you’d be too worn out for anything else, so you generally slept late into the next morning.

This had been your routine for over a year now, ever since your own couch suggested that you needed to get more extracurriculars under your belt for your college applications. She had insisted that your resume would look far more impressive if you showed that you had teaching experience and “leadership potential,” an idea that really appealed to your parents, who were determined for you to get into a good school, maybe even on a figure skating scholarship. So, you ended up taking over the Friday night children’s lessons whether you wanted to or not.

You honestly despised it. You led children age 5 to 7, and they were a constant pain in the ass. You couldn’t raise your voice without one of them crying, you couldn’t leave them to their own devices without someone inevitably ending up hurt. Yet, you stuck with it because you were told to, because the adults around you insisted that you needed to. You couldn’t stand the way your coach would insist that this would help develop your skills, you couldn’t stand how your mother insisted “you’ll look back on this so fondly when you’re older.” These damned kids skating lessons were something else you’d probably drop soon, because you barely tolerated them as is.

While everyone else was at the football game, while Eddie was probably off playing his stupid fantasy game or doing something equally as nerdy, you were here at the ice rink, shouting instructions at children while parents and hockey players watched. Some of the parents had made it clear before that they weren’t fond of your impatient and mean teaching methods, but your coach always seemed to talk them out of pulling their kids from your group. She always argued something about you being the best skating in the county, but you weren’t sure how true that was - sure, you had your fair share of medals, but even with your ego you were pretty sure there were better skaters at your level.

“Come on, slackers, we’ve got five minutes left!” You taunted your group of 11 kids as they skated around the perimeter of the rink as a cool down. You zipped ahead of them, leading the charge as you skated backwards to keep an eye on them.

Many of the older kids had grown used to your abrasive coaching, but you could see that many of the newbies were still frightened of you, your loud voice, and your cold eyes. As a means of excusing your poor teaching style, you always said that skating was a tough sport and they needed to toughen up if they wanted to be any good at it. For how pretty and elegant figure skating could be, you knew from experience that competitive skating could be harsh, so you figured you were helping these kids prepare for it.

Because the Hawkins High hockey team had the rink after your group every Friday, many of them were already sitting on the sidelines, getting their gear ready or watching you work. The cocky part of you enjoyed the attention, but hockey players were stupid, so you rarely gave any of them a chance whenever they tried talking to you. Nonetheless, when you were in a good mood, you enjoyed putting on a bit of a show for them, shooting flirty glances their way or occasionally calling out remarks to them between instructing the kids. Tonight, you were paying them little mind, but that didn’t stop you from looking their way every now and again.

As you led the kids back to the center of the ice to wrap up the lesson, a lot of their parents were also waiting in the bleachers or out in the lobby. While you skated back and forth in front of your little army of children, going over some instructions for their next practice with your coach on Monday, your eyes roamed the bleachers. You gave a wicked grin to the hockey players that watched you, meanwhile you took in the parents with very little regards. It was as you looked over the clusters of parents that you saw a familiar face sitting at the penalty bench, and unintentionally you let your toe pick drag on the ice, which very nearly caused you to trip.

God damn Eddie Munson.

As you glared in his direction, hoping your momentary lack of balance didn’t make you look too stupid, you dismissed the kids before gliding towards the dasher board. Eddie, grinning like an asshole, stood up to meet you as children began to exit the ice. You braced yourself on the rail of the board, eyes narrowed at Eddie who appeared far too amused for your liking.

“What are you doing here?” You ask in lieu of a greeting. Eddie briefly glances over at the kids leaving the ice.

“You’re incredible with children.” He mocked, smiling far too wide for your liking; you narrowed your eyes while wondering just how long he’d been here, “Figured I might find you here.”

“That doesn’t explain why you’re here, though.” You respond coldly, gaze briefly looking in the direction of the hockey team to find a couple of them watching your interaction.

“You did say we needed to make plans, figure out how this was going to work,” Eddie started, taking in your red cheeks and slightly damp forehead that developed over the course of your skating lessons.

“I also said we’d talk about it next week.” You glowered a little, not worried if any of the hockey players saw it - maybe they’d simply mistake it for a lovers quarrel. Eddie grinned, holding his arms up as if he were a presenter on some dumb show.

“No time like the present, right?” Your unamused face gave him all the answer he needed, and his expression fell a little in annoyance, “And here I hoped I was being a good fake boyfriend by visiting you at the rink.”

“You’re being too good a fake boyfriend,” You jab.

Now that all the kids were off the ice, you slid towards the open gate; Eddie kept pace with you on the other side of the dasher board, meeting you at the gate and offering you his hand in assistance. You looked between his face and his outstretched hand with a glare, but eventually accepted his help, stepping over the barrier and onto the slightly cushy floor on the other side.

“I told you not tonight because I’m busy.” You walk over to the gym bag you left sitting on the nearest bleachers. As you sat beside it, Eddie shrugged with a carelessness that seemed almost false.

“Then I’ll go.” He answered simply as you removed your skates, “Just thought it might not be a bad idea to get to know you a little better. It’s not gonna be easy to fake date someone who you know nothing about.”

You shot him a harsh look while putting skate guards over your blades. You didn’t want to admit that he was right, but he had a good point, especially since you had already discussed it before. You sighed heavily through your nose, your cold eyes locked on Eddie’s.

“Can’t it wait? I’ve had a long day.”

Eddie studied you for a moment, leaning back against the dasher board before looking around the ice rink. You quickly put some worn sneakers on your feet and stood, picking your bag and turning away with the intention to leave. But Eddie’s gentle grip on your wrist stopped you from going anywhere, causing you to look between his hand and his face. As you two held eye contact, you realized that Eddie could be just as stubborn as you when he wanted; damn, was this going to be difficult.

“Let me buy you dinner - I’m sure you’re starving,” Eddie started, and for a fleeting moment you wondered if he thought your attitude was because you were hangry. You chewed your lower lip, eyes staring critically at Eddie for another few moments before you let out a defeated sigh, allowing your shoulders to relax a little. Considering that it had been nearly eight hours since your lunch break, it might now be a bad idea to eat something.

Eddie’s eyes softened at your silent resignation, the corner of his mouth pulling up. He finally released your wrist, nodding his head in the direction of the lobby, “Come on, you pick.”

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Your pick ended up being a 24-hour diner downtown. Eddie showed clear confusion when you mentioned it, so you explained that - for whatever reason - the diner had become something of a tradition, where students congregated post-Friday night football into the wee hours of the night. You’d joined that crowd a number of times in the past, but had no more interest in it - what you were interested in was having people see you and Eddie out together.

You knew it would still be at least an hour before the football crowd arrived, but that wasn’t such a bad thing - it gave you and Eddie a bit of time to actually become acquainted, to learn more about each other beyond “ice princess” and “the freak.”

You studied Eddie while sipping on a chocolate shake, waiting for your food to arrive. He stared back at you unabashedly, and you figured you could be locked into this staring contest until the end of time given how stubborn you both could be. As if Eddie knew what you were thinking, he smirked, finally caving as he looked away from you.

“Not to sound cliche,” Eddie scratched the back of his neck, almost as if he were nervous, but you assumed that couldn’t be true, “but… tell me about yourself?”

You smiled at how dumb the question was - that was so cliche. It was as good a starting place as any you figured, but that didn’t make it sound any less silly and forced. You leaned back in your seat, still holding tight to your milkshake as if it were a lifeline.

Putting on your best Miss America voice, you replied, “Well, I’m freshly 18 from Hawkins, Indiana. I love long walks on the beach, snuggling up with a good book, and I hope one day we’ll have world peace.”

Eddie narrowed his eyes at you, although you could tell he was fighting back a grin, “You’re making this very challenging considering that it was your idea.”

You shrug, taking a big gulp of the chocolate shake, “I guess I’m just a challenging person.”

“You guess?” Eddie laughed mockingly at that, “You’re the most challenging I’ve met. So, how about you try relaxing a little or else no one’s going to buy that we’re together.”

You made a face at the near-insult, finally putting down your drink. You leaned your elbows on the table, taking in Eddie’s face for a moment, stubbornly resisting the urge to say anything. Again, he had a good point, not that you wanted to tell him that. Eddie appeared to have an idea as he mirrored your pose.

“Okay, we’ll go back and forth, a question for a question; how’s that?” You nodded, “Right. First question: Why me?”

Your brows furrowed a little in thought, pinning down a good answer while trying to recall what you’ve already told him, “Haven’t I already explained that?”

“Kind of.” Eddie rolled his hand in a motion that basically said “but go on.”

You bit the inside of your cheek for a moment while thinking, “Your reputation. People don’t know you, but your reputation is in the absolute gutter. No better person to turn to than the guy who everyone in the school already hates.”

Eddie nodded in acceptance of the answer, “Okay, your turn.”

You grinned a little, a question already on your lips, “Why’d you agree to it?”

It was something you’d speculated briefly throughout the week, as you thought that your trade offer might not have been a compelling enough reason for Eddie to agree to this stupid plan. And now you could finally get the answer you were looking for.

Eddie silently stared at you in consideration, and again it almost felt like he was able to read your thoughts somehow. Finally, he answered, “Curiosity.”

You raised a brow in question, to which he once more scratched the back of his neck - maybe that actually was a nervous habit, so you took note of it.

“We both know this idea is kinda crazy,” Eddie started, mulling over his thoughts before continuing, “But I wanted to see how it plays out. See if we can actually trick people into believing it. And I wanted to see if you were as awful as I thought you were.”

You balked instantly, an amused huff escaping your mouth, “‘Awful?’ Jesus, you keep acting like I’m the devil or something.”

Eddie made a face while shrugging, not disagreeing with you, “You thought the same about me. So, let’s call it square.”

Food was finally brought to your table, and you had to resist the urge to attack the greasy burger set in front of you; you didn’t need Eddie to see you act like a ravenous gremlin over some food, even if it had been over eight hours since you’d eaten anything. But you nonetheless dug in, albeit with far more control than your empty, growling stomach would have liked.

“Your turn.” You say around a bite of food, causing Eddie to smile in amusement and the unladylike action.

“Hmm…” He leaned forward, scrutinizing you as he contemplated his next question. Self consciously, you wiped at the corner of your mouth just to make sure there wasn’t any stray ketchup or grease sitting there, “Why ice skating?”

“Because it’s better than cheerleading.” You smiled at your own joke before giving a slightly better answer, “I always thought it was pretty. Nothing else to it, unfortunately; no deep story and significance to it.”

“Fine.” Eddie responded almost as if he was disappointed by the mundane answer.

“Why Dungeons and Dragons?”

“Your questions can’t keep being off-shoots of mine.” Eddie laughed a little, and despite yourself it caused you to smile smally as well.

“Says who?”

“Says me,” He responded while pointing at himself, “I get to come up with some of the rules now, remember?”

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes with a degree of fondness, which you immediately found strange, so you tried to wipe the look from your face. Nope, you weren’t fond of Eddie Munson, not at all.

You went back to your food, hoping Eddie didn’t catch the amused look on your face. You spoke around another bite of food, “Do you have siblings?”

“None that I know of.” He replied around his own mouthful of food, “But I wouldn’t exactly be surprised if there were any out there.”

You cocked your head a little at the response; it wasn’t so much shocking or sad, rather it was unexpected and different from your own life. You made a mental note to learn more about Eddie’s family, if not tonight then at a later point.

“What’s your plan after graduation?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but then paused - what was your plan now that you were trying to make your own decisions? You hadn’t even considered it. Did you still want to go to college? Where? Studying what? You suddenly realized that you had no true plan for yourself, only the one outlined by your parents, and that realization made you nervous.

“Honest answer: not a fucking clue.” Eddie looked taken aback by the response, so you continued, “My plan before was getting into a good school on a skating scholarship, and studying something completely irrelevant. My parents expect my skating to carry me through life until some good, rich man sweeps me off my feet.”

“But that’s not your plan anymore?”

“That’s another question.” You give him a teasing grin, causing Eddie to roll his eyes, “First, answer me this: If you weren’t stuck in Hawkins, where would you go?”

Eddie grinned with an unexpected eagerness, “LA. The music scene there is insane, and I’d happily sleep on the streets if it meant I had a shot at making my own music.”

Your eyes softened ever so slightly at the unexpected, genuine response - admittedly, you didn’t peg Eddie as the type to have any real goals. But music? That was interesting to you since you weren’t even aware that he played any instruments. You wondered if he was actually any good at it, or if it was some foolish aspiration.

“Now, what’s your plan?” Eddie repeated, smirking at the look on your face - this was one of the few times you didn’t look like a total bitch, so he appreciated it. In fact, you looked relaxed and, dare he say, content; that was certainly unexpected from you.

When you shrugged, he shook his head, leaning forward again, “No, you come up with a plan right now. Don’t base it off what your parents want or what you think sounds like the right answer. What do you want to do with your life once we’re done with this shit hole?”

You contemplated, a mild concern washing over you as you stared at Eddie - what the hell did you want? And why did you suddenly feel so vulnerable because of the question. You had to rip your gaze away from Eddie’s, hardening your expression as you tried to think up an answer that felt right.

“I… I like art, I love clothes,” You started dumbly, glancing at Eddie through your lashes, expecting him to make a face at the lame answer, “I don’t know shit about them in a technical way, but it might be fun for college. Take painting or sewing classes during the day, skate until my feet hurt at night, maybe… I want to be somewhere big and interesting. New York, LA… fuck, even Florida for all I care, I just want out of Hawkins, out of this town.”

“Then I guess we’ll be those high school sweethearts that run off to LA together after graduation, huh?” Eddie smiled widely, and you allowed an amused look to cross your face.

“Oh, I’m sure.” You returned to your food as you tried to come up with a good question for Eddie. An intriguing one came to you, so you asked before you could second guess it, “How do you expect your fake girlfriend to act?”

Eddie’s brow furrowed; it didn’t appear to be due to him misunderstanding the question, but rather that it was unexpected; he even looked maybe hesitant to answer it. Again, he scratched his neck.

You lean forward a little, looking at him seriously, “Give me a good answer, okay? We’re just gonna keep going in circles otherwise.”

Eddie shrugged, “Maybe I don’t have any expectations.”

“Then come up with some.” You immediately counter, prodding the same way he had about your plans for the future. Eddie stared at you with scrutiny while chewing the inside of his lip, as if he didn’t want to come up with a response to the question. You waited, making a mock sweet face at him while you chowed down on your fries. You were going to demand an answer until he gave you one.

“Well, going off the rules you already established,” He made a bit of a face as if to mock the oh-so-sacred fake dating rules, “Aside from playing nice in front of others, it might be helpful if you were less stubborn; you’re like a damn bull.”

You gave him a joshing smile right back, “Fair. Is that it?”

Eddie quickly shook his finger; now it was just a back-and-forth game of you mocking one another, “Ah, that’s another question.”

“Oh, fuck off.” You rolled your eyes with a short laugh, “That is not another question.”

Eddie gave a fake look of apology, shrugging again, “Unfortunately, it is.”

You threw a french fry at him, which lamely hit his chest then landed in his lap. As he laughed and picked it up, you found yourself smiling fondly again, and you quickly tried to shake off the expression.

At that moment, the bell above the front door chimed, and immediately the diner was filled with rambunctious conversation. Your heart jumped a little, realizing the time, and you briefly glanced in the direction of the door; the group that had entered wasn’t your friends, although you recognized them. You turned your attention back to Eddie, who gave you another grin.

“Showtime.” He stated simply, and then a thought appeared to cross his mind, “You want another expectation? Tell me if anything I do is too much, but otherwise let me do what I do - you don’t need to be in control all the time.”

“Don’t I, though?” You countered haughtily, which was met by a flash of seriousness across Eddie’s eyes.

“No, you don’t. I know what I’m doing, okay?”

You studied him for a moment, not entirely convinced that he did, in fact, know what he was doing. Considering that you’d never seen him even interact with a girl before, you weren’t sure if he knew the first thing about dating or romance. But despite your doubts, you relented, relaxing your shoulders as if to show you were relinquishing some control.

“Fine,” You rolled your eyes nonetheless, forever obstinate as you mocked, “I’ll tell you if I don’t like something, but otherwise I’ll let you do what you do.”

“Was that so hard?” Eddie replied with a condescending smirk. You sneered before relaxing your face, knowing your friends were bound to appear any minute now.

As you stole another glance at the door, you suddenly felt Eddie’s fingers graze the back of your hand, drawing your attention back to him with a confused little knot between your brows. He held your gaze as if to make a point, as if to remind you of the conversation you just had, that he knew what he was doing. His hand simply sat on top of yours, your fingers ever so slightly lacing together - he raised his brows as if to dare you to pull away from him. You had to resist the urge to narrow your eyes at him and snatch your hand away, and in turn Eddie gave you a cocky grin before continuing to eat with his free hand.

Eventually, your friends appeared, although they didn’t notice you at first. They were all so full of energy as they excitedly spoke to each other, descending upon a few tables in the middle of the diner and pushing them together. The staff were used to it, although you knew from experience that they nonetheless hated it; you guys were always disruptive to the other patrons, and you figured that was never going to change.

You tried your best not to stare, but your eyes kept trailing over, kept studying the excited faces of the people you considered friends only a couple of weeks ago. After your eyes had drifted over for the umpteenth time, you felt Eddie lightly squeeze your fingers, causing you to unintentionally sneer at how strange it was to maintain this physical contact with him.

“Stop staring,” He instructed when you looked back at him.

With a quarrelsome look in your eyes, you did as Eddie told you, returning your attention to the half eaten burger on your plate, “Talk to me about something, then.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t care, just talk so I can pretend to be interested.”

Eddie looked mildly put off by that, and you realized that you’d taken your customary mean tone with him. You couldn’t seem to help yourself with your former cohorts nearby, it was as if their energy was rubbing off on you.

“You know what I’m going to talk about,” Eddie taunted with a wide grin.

Your face fell in realization, “Please not Dungeons and Dragons.”

“I’m gonna do it.”

“I wish you wouldn’t.”

“So, there’s this character, Kas, who has really interesting lore--”

You threw another fry at Eddie, and at that same moment, you felt someone come up alongside your table. You both look up to see Amelia there with a critical look on her face; your gaze drifts past her, noticing that a few people from her table were also looking at you and Eddie.

You met Amelia’s eyes again, giving her a wide, false smile, “Small world.”

Her eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms, “Yeah, I’m sure you just completely forgot we always come here after games.”

“Maybe she just wanted to see her dear friends.” Eddie chimed in mockingly, once again surprising you with his willingness to instigate confrontation. You laughed as a dumbfounded look crossed Amelia’s at his remark.

“I don’t know what the hell she sees in you.” Amelia snarked with a glare before turning her gaze back to you, “And I don’t know what the hell is going on with you, but it’s already getting pretty old.”

You shrug with exaggerated nonchalance, “Sometimes a girl just needs a bit of a change every now and then, you know?”

Amelia didn’t look convinced as she rolled her eyes with a dramatic sigh, “Yeah, well, this ‘change’ doesn’t suit you at all.”

Before you could respond with another quip, Amelia spun on her heel and briskly returned to her table. By that point, everyone there was watching and awaiting Amelia’s return, quickly huddling together to whisper conspiratorially once she sat down.

You and Eddie shared an amused glance; he went back to poking at his food as your gaze trailed back to Amelia and company. You happened to lock eyes with Duncan, who stared at you with harsh scrutiny, as if he wasn’t buying this thing between you and Eddie in the slightest. You gave Duncan a mocking while, starting to wave before flipping him off, causing Eddie to snort and choke on his food. You couldn’t help but laugh out loud as he hit his chest a couple of times, trying to clear his throat. The sound of such a genuine laugh escaping you was absolutely foreign to Eddie, but he decided it was a sound he enjoyed, even if it was at his expense; he made a mental note that he had to find ways to make you laugh more that didn’t involve him choking.

“You could’ve killed me.” Eddie croaked before laughing himself, his smile wide.

“You’re fine.” You teased, squeezing his fingers while giving him a false pout of sympathy, “You big baby.”

Eddie rolled his eyes in amusement, digging his wallet out while finally relinquishing the grip he had on your hand, “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

He tossed money onto the table and stood, offering his hand to you again. You quickly snagged one last fry before accepting Eddie’s hand, allowing him to pull you to your feet. He once again laced his fingers with yours as he led you through the crowded diner, and you had to fight back the desire to cringe in confusion at it. The both of you eyed the crowd of Hawkins High’s elite as they watched you back critically.

Once outside the diner, Eddie paused in front of one of the large windows and pulled a ridiculous face at the kids still watching you; he quickly tugged your arm, leading you back towards the van as you laughed again at his antics.

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Hi so first, I love What We Knew SOO much!! I love how you write. I never imagined Damon Salvatore as a stoner and I especially loved the Ikea-Roadtrip-One-Bed-Trope! ;)

I don't know if this is the right place to request, but I saw that ypure taking one shot ideas and I currently have on in mind:

-Damon Salvatore x fem!witch!reader who is learning to use her powers at the moment. Maybe she will set a curtain in the salvatore house on fire and Damon will get a little angry at her. But in the end he makes her an offer to help with the witchcraft stuff. Damon has a soft spot for y/n and he gives her a forehead kiss and tells her to keep going becaude he is proud??

- lots of love, Daria

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Fem!Reader

Summary: Damon’s being Damon.

Type: Fluff, arguing, humour, some protectiveness

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: Yesss, thank you for the request!! I’m so happy you’re enjoying What We Knew—lotta cool stuff comin’. I had fun writing this and I hope you enjoy :)

Out of the two brothers, Damon was certainly the less hospitable host. Stefan—being Stefan—hadn’t any issue with Y/N taking up temp. residence at the Salvatore Boarding House. It was a boarding house afterall. Stefan himself suggested she stay there. Damon, however... Phew, his inhospitality could be considered comical if it weren’t for the guilt she felt just by being there. But, Y/N knew he was already going out of his way by letting her stay. Living in his home. Not to mention the countless little things he’d think of, prepare for and protect Y/N from. And it was in situations like these that she would remind herself he was her friend. No matter how ass of a host he was. Or, how much of an ass he just was,

“What the hell are you doing?!” He exclaimed in that funny tone,

“My homework, Damon!” She said, half-defensive half-panicked. Brows furrowed and arms crossed she watched Damon swoosh out of the living room and return just as fast, fire extinguisher in hand. He aimed the nozzle and put out the flames,

“God, homework doesn’t mean setting a heritage home on fire, Y/N,”

“I’m sorry, Damon, I wasn’t trying to,” she said, brows furrowed,

“You could have just waited,” His eyes widened slightly,

“You were gone for like half an hour!”

“I was in the kitchen,”

“Are you kidding?” She asked, tilting her head like she didn’t quite hear him. At that he sighed and rolled his eyes. Crossing his arms, he shrugged,

“What?”

“Damon, I only have so much time in my week,” she nearly scoffed, “those of you who had time offered to help me. You offered to support me during my only practice this week and you decided to leave me alone during said practice,” she said, and he rolled his eyes, “how am I in the wrong here?”

“I didn’t really think you’d need a babysitter every second of every day,” he nearly hissed and she scoffed at that,

“I ask again, are you kidding?” She crossed her arms, “you didn’t need to offer your help! That’s a decision you made. If you’re unable to commit to your two hour time slot why would you offer?” She shrugged but he said nothing, “hello?” but he just sighed and shook his head,

“Whatever,” he sighed, “there’s another curtain in the laundry room. I trust you don’t need a babysitter to get that,” he smiled tightly and she scowled, walking past him with her arms crossed. She stood in the front hall and looked left first, then right,

“Down here or upstairs?” She sighed, turning around to him,

“Have you ever seen linens in the downstairs laundry room, Y/N?” He asked sarcastically, tilting his head and at that Y/N furrowed her brows. Her upper lip tugged in disrelish,

“Stop being a dick,” she said, turning for the stairs. She scowled under her breath, rolling her eyes as she marched up the stairs. He could be such a condescending freak sometimes. She turned right, glancing over the bannister on her left. She saw him on a chair, pulling the curtain rod off. She looked forward once more as he turned back around and stepped off the chair. Stopping at the first double door, she could smell a nostalgic laundry cleaner. They’re laundry room was quite nice, old machines they’d only maintenance. They were from the 90’s surely, yet better than her new ones at home. It was a large room, the walls on the sides of the doors were lined with shelves. Only a few folded piles on them and, from the clothes she saw, it seemed one shelf was for Stefan and the other for Damon. She smiled for a moment, but caught her distraction. Damon was still being such a loser right now. She rolled her eyes and stepped into the room, finding a stack of three thick fabrics. The same red as the curtains–the only red fabric there large enough to be the curtain. On her tip-toes she reached for the top and carried the heavy curtain back down to Damon.

‘Can u come downstairs’

She looked at the text, narrowing her eyes.

‘Where’

‘Smaller living room’

And she stood from her bed. Summer dwindled, a certain breeze whistling through the old mansion. Wrapping a hoodie over her, she left the comfort of her given bedroom.

He stood by a window on the right of the fireplace, though he turned as soon as she entered. Vampires. She walked down the few steps, leaning against the railing,

“What’s up?” She asked,

“I’m sorry,” he said, quicker than Y/N imagined. Actually, if she really thought about it, she didn’t imagine him saying sorry at all. Her brows pulled together, and her back straightened slightly,

“You’re…”

“I’m sorry,” he said again and she turned her head to the other side, glancing away for a moment,

“Okay,” she nodded,

“What?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. She looked at him, chuckled, then looked away, “I’ve just never heard you say that before,” she shook her head,

“Y/N, come on, I’m trying to be sincere,” he rolled his eyes,

“Okay, okay,” she smiled, “I should let you speak, you were extremely rude, so,” she shrugged, and Damon snickered, glancing down for a moment as he stepped forward,

“Listen,” he said, stopping a few feet in front of her, “I offered to help because I wanted to help. I just…” he said, taking a step closer. She stood where she was, hoping he didn’t notice the small spike in her heartbeat, “I felt a bit conflicted when I realised that helping you practise meant you getting better,” he shrugged and her brows furrowed more, “and, of course, getting better would mean becoming an asset and I…” He trailed off, glancing to the side. He sighed, shaking his head and looking down for a moment, “I don’t want you somewhere dangerous just because you have strength to do so,” he looked at her again and her face softened,

“And here I was thinking you imagined me weak,” she half-joked. He smiled with his smile, and reached for her delicate face. Hands under her mandible, he pressed a sweet kiss to her forehead, Y/N’s eyes fluttering closed as he did,

“You’re definitely not weak. And I promise to actually help you from now on because... That was impressive. In fact I'm proud. Despite how expensive that curtain was,” he narrowed his eyes, letting his hands fall to his sides. Y/N shook her head,

"Well, I'm sorry about the curtain,"

"We had a spare," he shrugged, linking his arm with Y/N’s, turning them back up the few steps, “yeah... Definitely not weak. Those curtains are extremely fire-resistant so you must’ve sparked a wild flame,” he shrugged and Y/N chuckled as they left the smaller living room.

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Couples Costume

Stefan Salvatore x Reader

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Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Summary: Stefan is dead set against dressing up for Halloween, but his girlfriend might just have found a way to outplay him.

Word Count: 1,262

Category: Fluff

Requested by @cncownerxstefansalvatorefanxstay for a fluffy Halloween with Stefan! This prompt kinda possessed me for a minute until it was done being written, so I figured what better day to double up on fic posting than Friday the 13th? Hope you like it!

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"Okay! What do you think? Nadja and Laszlo or Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf? One is more fitting but the other is funnier."

I held up the costumes in question so Stefan, my boyfriend, could get a good look. He glanced up from his reading with a bewildered expression, his eyes scanning each of the costumes before landing on me with a frown.

"What is this for?" he asked. My mouth dropped open.

"For Halloween! Obviously! Come on, Stefan, we have to dress up."

"No. No, we don't," he said, a laughing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as his eyes dropped back to his reading. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Are you seriously telling me you're not going to dress up with me for Halloween?"

"I... think I am telling you that, yeah."

"But what about the trick-or-treaters who come to the door! We want to be the cool people with awesome costumes, don't we?"

"Mmm.... no."

I sighed dramatically, letting both costumes drop to my sides. I narrowed my eyes at my boyfriend, but he didn't flinch, not looking up from his reading.

"I'll support you if you decide to dress up," he finally said. "But I'm not putting on a costume."

"Fine. I guess I can't force you," I said, flopping my arms dramatically as I turned away from Stefan, a smirk on my face. This was not over by a longshot.

A few hours later, as the sun started to set and it was time to get ready for trick-or-treaters, Stefan wandered out of the bathroom with his shirt off. We were hosting a big Halloween party later, so we needed to be dressed and ready for both.

"You decided not to dress up?" asked Stefan, running a suspicious eye over my outfit. I just shrugged.

"It's not as much fun if you don't do it with me."

Stefan smirked a little as he moved back towards he bed. "The guilt trip's not gonna work on me."

"Not even if I ramp it up to an eleven?"

He snorted, not bothering to respond as he surveyed the outfit I'd laid out for him on the bed. Once he was apparently satisfied the shirt wouldn't secretly turn into a ruffled monstrosity befitting Laszlo Cravensworth, he pulled it on and buttoned it up, then slipped on the gray pea coat I'd left with it.

With my heavy, light brown jacket and headband, my plan was officially complete. I smiled and stepped closer to Stefan, fixing his collar before running my hands through his hair a few times, spiking it up even more. When I'd finished, I stepped back and gave him a beaming smile.

"You look great," I said. He smiled, then leaned in to kiss me. We lingered for a minute before he pulled back.

"You look great too."

We shared a smile, then I held out a hand, which Stefan took.

"Come on, we have trick-or-treaters to greet."

I pulled him after me as we headed downstairs. Damon, Elena, Caroline, and Bonnie were setting up for the party, but I'd volunteered Stefan and I to answer the door for anyone who came by.

We didn't have to wait long before the doorbell rang. I smiled and grabbed the bowl of candy, Stefan right behind me as we opened the door. A group of kids with their high school-aged chaperon stood at the door beaming, candy baskets in-hand.

"Trick or treat!" they chorused. I smiled.

"You guys have some great costumes! What do we have, a vampire, a Jedi, Spock..."

"What are you dressed as?" asked a little girl towards the front. I beamed, mentally thanking her for the opening I'd been waiting for.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Stefan, ready to tell her we hadn't dressed up. I spoke up before he got the chance.

"We're Bella and Edward from Twilight!"

I felt Stefan tense next to me as realization washed over him, which only made me smile wider as the kids beamed.

"That's a good costume!" said the girl in the front.

"You look just like him," the boy next to her agreed, nodding at Stefan.

"Thanks! Let's get you guys your candy, your outfits deserve some extra treats."

We smiled and waved as we gave the kids their candy, and I noticed Stefan slipped the vampire an extra bar or two. We waved as they headed off, and as soon as I shut the door, Stefan turned to me, hands on his hips and a stern look on his face.

"Bella and Edward? Seriously?"

"Yeah!" I replied, not even a little bit phased. "It's a low key costume, enough that you didn't even realize you were wearing it, but I still get to do a couples costume with my boyfriend. It's the best of both worlds."

Stefan sighed a deep, heavy, long-suffering sigh.

"I'm changing before the party."

"No!" I cried, reaching out to grab his arm. He hadn't made to move away yet, but I wanted to be ready if he did. "Please wear it for the party too. Please? For me?"

I batted my eyelashes and gave Stefan my best adorable guilt-trip look. He stared back, his expression not budging an inch, until finally he sighed again, throwing his head back and staring at the ceiling.

"Fine."

"Yes! Thank you." I pulled him to me, and grudgingly, he wrapped his arms around my waist as a small smile tugged its way onto his face. "You're the best boyfriend ever, Stef."

"I know."

He smiled again, then leaned down to kiss me. I leaned into him, and I think we would've stayed that way a lot longer if we hadn't been interrupted by another ring of the doorbell.

Reluctantly, Stefan and I pulled apart, sharing a smile.

"We should probably get that," I said. He hummed, not quite letting me go yet.

"I don't know if I can. You're like my own personal brand of heroin."

I laughed, which got a beaming smile out of Stefan even as I finally slipped out of his grasp.

"I can't believe you paid enough attention when we watched the movies to remember that but not enough to realize I was putting you in the same costume Edward wore!"

Stefan shrugged. "Maybe I just wanted to let you have this one."

I paused, narrowing my eyes at Stefan to try to decide if he really had put up with the costume for me, knowing the whole time what I'd been doing, or if he was just messing with me. Before I could decide, he reached past me to swing the door open and another group of kids greeted us with smiles on their faces.

"Trick or treat!"

"Wow, another vampire costume. There seem to be a lot of those this year," he said, smiling at the kid in question. "I think yours is the best I've seen, though."

The kid absolutely beamed at the compliment, and I moved up next to Stefan as we chatted with the trick-or-treaters and handed out the candy. One of the kids actually guessed our costume this time, and Stefan was the one to tell them they were right, we were Bella and Edward. With his arm around me as we talked with each and every kid who came to the door, I could tell Stefan was warming up to the couple's costume idea, whether or not he'd been aware of what he was getting into in the first place.

I just hoped that warm feeling would be enough to carry him through whatever inevitable bad jokes Damon made at his expense all night once the kids were gone and the party began.

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olinblogin · 6 months

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LIST OF FANDOMS I WILL/WON’T WRITE FOR

What fandoms I will write for;

-Lego Monkie Kid

-One Piece

-One Punch Man

-Assassination Classroom (limited characters)

-COD (call of duty, any game)

-ATSV (across the spiderverse)

-TADC (the amazing digital circus)

-Underverse/undetale AUs

-Br0kenColors

What fandoms i won’t write for;

-Genshin Impact/Honkai impact

-Seven Deadly Sins

-Obey Me/Obey Me nightbringer

-FNF (Friday night funkin)

-MHA (my hero academia)

-Hazbin Hotel/Helluva boss

-other fandoms that have problematic backgrounds

WHAT I WILL WRITE!!!

-platonic

-light angst

-fluff

-slightly suggestive content (will have a warning)

-smut content (will have a warning)

-childhood romance (no smut.)

-teen romance (no smut.)

-Reader x character

-character x character (very rarely)

-character x Reader x character

-polycules

-T4T (trans for trans relationships)

-F4F (femme for femme relationship)

-M4M (masc for masc relationship)

-F4TF (femme for trans femme)

-F4TM (femme for trans masc)

-F4TNB (femme for trans non binary)

-F4A (femme for any)

-M4TF (masc for trans femme)

-M4TM (masc for trans masc)

-M4TNB (masc for trans non binary)

-M4A (masc for any)

-LGBTQ content

-Yandere Content (not extreme)

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE!!!

-r@pe/noncon/dubcon

-cnc (consensual non-consent)

-child x adult

-abusive scenarios

-anything to do with children involved in anything sexual

-racism

-ableism

-unsanitary fetishes (i.e. scat, wound f*cking, etc)

-severe angst

-s*icide & s*lf h*rn

Characters I’ll write for in each fandom

BR0KENCOLORS

—characters so far—

Stalker/Damon (usually Poly)

Deliver Guy/DG (usually Poly)

Rasmus

Angel

Shadowman (not much I for abt them, some nsfw - demisexual)

Gunther

Leevi

—characters not in game yet but I will write—

Ace (some nsfw - demisexual)

Catherine

Milkman

Milla (no nsfw)

Salvador (some nsfw - demisexual)

Mimic

Pearl

Venni

LEGO MONKIE KID

- MK (Qi Xioatian)

-Mei Dragon

-Redson

-Sun Wukong

-Six Eared Macaque

-Ao Lie

-Lady Bone Demon

-The Mayor

-Yin & Jin

-Princess Iron Fan (Poly)

-Demon Bull King (Poly)

-Tang

-Pigsy (platonic)

-Sandy (platonic)

-Nezha (platonic)

-Bai He (platonic)

ONE PIECE

- Monkey D. Luffy

-Vinsmoke Sanji

-Roronora Zoro

-Usopp

-Nico Robin

-Franky

-Chopper (platonic)

-Nami

-Jinbei

-Donquixte Doflamingo

-Donquixte Rosiante

-Bartolomeo Kuma

-Boa Hancock

-Dracule Mihawk

-Crocodile

-Shanks

-Rayleigh

-Portgaz D. Ace

-Marco

-Thatch

-Izou

-Edward Newgate, Whitebeard (platonic)

-Eustass Kidd

-Jewelry Bonney

-Killer

-Monkey D. Harp

-Monkey D. Dragon

-Sabo

-Trafalgar Law

-Buggy

-Smoker

-Rob Luci

-Eneru

-Kalifa

-Yamato

-Perona

-Shaci

-Penguin

-Bepo (platonic)

-Akainu

-Kizaru

-Borsalino

ONE PUNCH MAN

-Saitama

-Genos

-Garou

-King

-Child Emporer (platonic)

-Metal Bat

-Speed O’ Sound Sonic

-Mumen Rider

-Watchdog Man (mostly platonic)

-Fubuki

-Atomic Samurai

-Lord Boros

-Bang

-Zombieman

-Flashy Flash

-Sweet Mask

-Charanko

ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM

(Any students such as Nagisa or Karma are platonic)

-Koro-Sensei

-Tadaomi Karasuma

-Irina Jelavic

COD - CALL OF DUTY

-Simon “Ghost” Riley

-John “Soap” MacTavish

-John “Captain” Price

-Horangi (Hong-Jin)

-König

-Nikolai

-Valeria Garza/El Sin Nombre (F4F/NB/AFAB)

-Alejandro Vargas

-Phillip Graves

-Farah Karim

-Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

-Kate Laswell (F4F)

-Gary “Roach” Sanderson

ATSV - ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

-Miles Morales (platonic/fluff)

-Gwen Stacy (Platonic/Fluff)

-Pavitr Prabhakar (platonic/fluff)

-Prowler Miles (platonic/fuff)

-Peter B. Parker

-Jess Drew

-Miguel O’Hara

-Hobie Brown

TADC - THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS

-Pomni

-Jax

-Zooble

-Kaufmo

-Ragatha

-Gangle

-Caine

-Kinger

UNDERVERSE / UNDERTALE AUS

-Ink!Sans (platonic)

-Classic!Sans

-Nightmare!Sans

-Dream!Sans

-Swap!Sans

-Fell!Sans

-Killer!Sans

-Dust!Sans

-Horror!Sans

-Murder Time Trio (Killer!Sans, Dust!Sans, Horror!sans)

-Error!Sans

-AT!Sans (Geno)

-Fatal Error

-X!Sans (Cross)

-Outer!Sans

-Reaper!Sans

-Fresh!Sans

IF YOU DID NOT SEE ANY CHARACTERS OF INTEREST AND YOU’D LIKE ME TO WRITE PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!!

please as well reread the will/won’t write section if you’re feeling unsure!

#what i will write #writing #fandom #fandom writing #multiple fandoms #writing requests #request page #request #lmk #cod mw2 #assassination classroom #one punch man #one piece #across the spiderverse #the amazing digital circus #underverse #undertale au #this took way too long

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bellarkeselection · 11 months

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Hey, I have another Klaus Mikealson x reader idea for you. It's a little long and if you're not comfortable then that's okay.

Here is the idea: The reader is taken by an enemy of the Mikealson's who wants to kill them. The reader is compelled by this enemy to go to the Mikealson's home and steal the white oak stakes. The reader is caught with them by one of the Mikealson's who know almost straight away that the reader was compelled (their vervain jewellery taken and them compelled not to notice.)

Klaus then comes up with a plan to trick the villain after doing so he makes sure that the reader cannot be harmed by another villian of his.

Have a great day/night

You Won't Be Compelled Again

Running out of the Mikaelson mansion with the white oak stake hidden underneath my red leather jacket. My hearts was pounding in my chest where I almost met up with Damon Salvatore who had asked for my help with getting the weapon that could kill an Original vampire. Throwing my hair around I halted in my tracks seeing Damon where I started to hand the stake over until his neck was snapped and my gaze met Klaus. "Nik..."

"Y/n, where is the necklace I gave you?" He asked dropping Damon's body from his grasp placing a hand on my shoulder scanning my face.

I attempted to move around him needing to follow through with what I was supposed to do. But I didn't really know why I was so insisting on giving him this stake. "I don't know. I just need to get this to Damon and Stefan. I said I would help them. Now let go of me."

"You've been compelled haven’t you?" He didn't move from his spot instead taking a hold of my other shoulder staring deeply into my eyes. "Tell me the truth, love. What do you remember from what they told you to do?"

Shaking my head I made a confused face at him and what he was asking. "I...I don't remember anything. I just know I have to do what they told me to do...even though I don't remember anything."

"Come with me, love. I'll fix this." He tugged me inside the mansion even though I was fighting until he told me to stop and trust him. He led me up the stairs and into his bedroom where I immediately laid down on the bed really tired where he watched me closely.

The next morning I woke up I rubbed my eyes feeling off where I lifted myself up on my elbows hearing Klaus walking into the bedroom offering me a half smile. "Nik, what happened last night?"

"You were apparently compelled to steal this by Damon." He drew the white oak from inside his jacket seeing utter confusion on my whole face. "He compelled you not to remember either so don't feel bad you didn't know. I am only sorry that I didn't see this coming for you."

Running my fingers through my hair I sighed heavily feeling so stupid that I let him take my vervain necklace from me that Klaus had given me. He warned me to never lose it and that’s exactly what I did in this situation. “Nik, I’m sorry. You told me to lose it and I messed up…how could I be so stupid.”

“You aren’t stupid, sweetheart. Damon and Stefan took advantage of you. But I assure you it won’t happen again. I will hurt them both so that-“

“Klaus no!” I snapped towards the hybrid cutting off his next words already knowing that he was planning a threat in his mind. “If anyone is going to get revenge on them it will be me!”

He reached over grasping my hand in his gently. He had taken quite the shine to the human girl in front of him. She wasn’t weak as Elena. She was very skilled like Caroline and embraced the supernatural world with open arms rather then run away. “What do you suggest then, darling?”

“First you have to turn me. That way I will never be able to be compelled again. And I know what you are going to say, are you truly ready to become immortal, are you ready to not age or have kids. Yes I am. This whole thing just opened my eyes to what I needed and I am tired of waiting.” I got in his face seeing his eyes scan over my face looking for me to back out but a smirk grew when he didn’t see anything hesitation.

Klaus reached up brushing some hair out of my face resting his hand on my cheek where I leaned into his touch. “So once I turn you. What is next, my queen?”

“Then you and I will…” I trailed off climbing in his lap since he was sitting on the foot of the bed wrapping my arms around his neck. Pressing my lips onto his he smiled instantly leaning forward and deepening the kiss until I broke it smirking at the hybrid. “Paint the world red and get our sweet revenge on those Salvatore brothers.”

He vamped me back on my back on the bed making me gasp smirking above me before he smashed his lips onto mine. “You and I are going to be the perfect pair. Now from this day on you will never be compelled again, I promise Y/n.”

“Then what are we waiting for, Nik?” I asked him where he tugged me to sit upright with him biting into his wrist holding the bleeding wound out to me. Drinking from his wrist he ran his freehand through my hair kissing the crown of my head before he placed his hands around my neck snapping it as gently as possible knowing that when you woke he would have an entirely with the woman he loved. And that revenge would taste so much sweeter with you.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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Stormed

Part 4

Salvatore little sister x Damon Salvatore x Stefan Salvatore

Warnings: Swearing, death/murder

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As soon as Jeremy opened the door a bunch of hybrids came crashing through the house, starting to attack everyone.

Damon, enraged started to rip all the hybrids that are attacking him, hearts out, then throwing them right next to the limp bodies. Katherine and Elena coincidentally fighting next to each other made all the hybrids confused as which one of them were Elena.

“Which one of you is Elen-” one of the hybrids started but Jeremy attacked him and decapitated him before he could say the rest of his sentence.

“That was quite rude, I have a way better personality and better looking than her” Katherine said before slamming one of the hybrids into the railing. Elena just glared at her before moving to an opposite spot of the room.

While they were fighting off the last few hybrids you had no idea what was going on downstairs since Tyler and Caroline’s room was on the other side of the house and the door was closed. That was until a hybrid got past all of them and followed the sound of your voice to the room. He crashed into the room and you screamed, frightened and backed away until you hit the headboard of the bed.

You still had your light brown teddy bear tight in your grasp and hugged up to your chin. The guy vampire sped towards you and stabbed a shot full of vervain on your shoulder. You fell slump against the headboard and he picked you up, speeding out of the house without anyone seeing or hearing anything.

By the time all the hybrids were dead, some of the furniture was flipped over. Immediately Damon sped upstairs and searched all the rooms that you could’ve been in, including tearing apart the fort you built and tripped on one of the blankets.

“Fuck!” He swore and got back up then went downstairs to everyone else. “y/n’s gone” He informed.

“One of Klaus’s hybrids must of gone upstairs and taken her while we weren’t paying any attention.

“Well we would have heard her screaming right?” Caroline asked, worried.

Damon clenched his fists, trying to push back his anger. “She was in your guys’ room” Damon said, motioning towards Caroline and Tyler.

“How do you know she was in there?” Elena questioned.

“I saw three of her stuffed animals scattered on their bed and the sheets were scattered as if she were trying to back away from someone coming towards her.”

“So what are we going to do? How are we supposed to get her back without Klaus killing all of us, cause he will with no hesitation. And that’s coming from someone that’s been running from him for hundreds of years” Katherine said, pouring herself a drink then downed it.

“What about Elijah, would he know where Klaus might be?” Jeremy asked.

“I’ll see if there’s anything that he knows” Elena said getting her phone that was laying on the ground, phoning Elijah.

After the first three rings he picked up, “Why does he always pick up when you phone but never when I phone him” Damon complained, not noticing Elena put her phone on speaker.

‘Because every single time you phoned me it was always something stupid or just to piss me off’ Elijah said, making Damon freeze.

“Fair enough” Damon shrugged then put on a serious facial expression.

“So your brother’s hybrids came and attacked us we killed them all obviously then plot twist one of them got away, went upstairs and kidnapped y/n” Katherine said, trying to imitate Elena.

‘I know that was you speaking Katerina, your vocabulary is very different from Elena’s. Oh and also who is y/n?’ He asked, confused.

“She’s our four-year-old sister - well older but, you know- whatever” Stefan said, panicking about where you were.

‘I’ll see what I can do, I’ll make sure to contact you as soon as I find out anything’ Elijah sighed.

“Okay, thank you so much, bye” Elena said. “Alright, bye” he hanged up and he looked towards his brother.

“What did you do Niklaus?” Elijah said, rage laced in his voice.

#damon salvatore #Stefan Salvatore #damon x kid reader #stefan x kid reader #salvatore sister #salvatore little sister #caroline forbes #bonnie bennett #katherine pierce #jeremy gilbert #tyler lockwood #elijah mikaelson #elena gilbert #klaus mikaelson #alaric saltzman

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tlgad1989 · 11 months

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the original love

Kol Mikaelson x fem!Salvatore!reader

the first chapter

Series masterlist

Kol Mikaelson masterlist

Masterlist

a/n: this series is a fragment series, which is basically just a ton of clips and you can fill in the holes with whatever you want. There’ll be dates or years specified so it’s not super confusing. This is my first fragment story, even though I write in fragments. It’s confusing, but you’ll see.

Warnings: part of this takes place in the 1800s, mentions of and allusions to $€x, use of ✨colorful✨ language, slavery and abuse (this goes for the whole series)

•••••

November 18, 1847, Mystic Falls, the Salvatore estate

“Hi, Maiden.” An 8-year-old Damon said, cradling his newborn sister in his arms. His little brother, Stefan, who had just turned one, was sitting by Damon’s feet, reaching for the baby. Damon looked up at his mother, who smiled kindly at him, despite having just given birth and being exhausted.

Carefully holding Maiden, Damon reached down and picked Stefan up, settling him in his lap before laying Maiden into his arms. Damon held most of Maiden’s weight up, but Stefan was amazed to see her. Maiden’s eyes fluttered and a small yawn came out of her mouth as she looked up curiously at the two older boys. After helping Stefan off the chair, Damon gave Maiden a kiss on her soft forehead before handing her back to their mother.

Giuseppe Salvatore burst in then, complaining about how Damon hadn’t finished his chores. (He’d heard his mother screaming and ran to see what was wrong, abandoning his tasks.)

Lillian sat up then, ready. “Giuseppe, he heard me and came to see what he could do to help. It’s my own fault he’s here.”

“You’re damn right tis, Lillian! Damon, go finish! NOW!” Maiden began crying as Giuseppe yelled. “And, Lillian, shut that baby up!”

“That baby is your daughter, Giuseppe.” Lillian said as calmly as she could.

“Oh, wondrous. Now I have to search high and low for someone to marry her to in seven and ten years’ time!” Lillian was helped up from the bed by her servants as Giuseppe stormed out.

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July 7, 1856

Giuseppe had his young daughter’s hand in his, a gorgeous dress adorning her small body in shades of blues and greens. The little girl was merely 8, yet had her father wrapped around her little finger. Her older brother, Damon, was with them, and Giuseppe had ordered Damon and Maiden out to go with him to get one or two more slaves - a new shipment had just come in. He had promised Maiden she could pick them out.

Giuseppe passed Maiden over to Damon, and he lifted her into his arms. Her teenaged brother was strong enough to hold her for quite some time, but he just carried her over the puddles of mud to the building where the slaves were waiting. He set her down as they entered the building.

The slaves were separated by sections into men, women, and children. The seller greeted Giuseppe and Damon heartily and he bowed to Maiden. “Hello, there, Miss Salvatore.”

“Hello, sir.” An innocent smile rested on her face.

“Damon, walk with your sister as she picks.” Damon and Maiden walked down the row and she looked at all the dark faces trying not to look down upon her. She stopped suddenly in front of a young boy, he’s maybe 10. “Damon.”

“Yes, sister?” He tried not to sound upset with her. It was his father he was frustrated with.

“I want that one.” She pointed to the boy.

Damon noticed a woman - maybe 30s - cringe as Maiden pointed to the boy, likely his mother. “Tell Father.”

“Daddy!” Maiden yelled.

“Yes, dear?” Giuseppe turned.

“This one.”

Giuseppe nodded and turned back around to make the deal.

“Come on.” Damon helped the boy off the platform and his mother knelt to hug him one last time, whispering something the Salvatore siblings couldn’t hear.

Maiden continued down the walkway, stopping at a girl about her age. “Daddy!” She yelled again.

“Yes, dear?” The whole exchange again.

With the two kids in tow, Damon and Maiden made their way back to their father. “I did it, Daddy.” She said proudly.

“Good job, Maiden. Damon, take the two out and get them ready to leave. Then help your sister in.”

“Of course, Father.” Damon gritted his teeth before leading the three outside. Soon enough, Giuseppe finished his business deal and the Salvatores were headed home.

Maiden instantly ran to get her other brother, who was in the trees. “Stefan!” She called.

“Yes?”

“Come see the new slaves I picked out!”

9-year-old Stefan was by her side in a moment. “Let me see.”

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July 7, 1856

“Maiden picked out two lovely new slaves today.” Father praised Maiden at dinner that night.

Lillian and Damon locked eyes, subtly having a conversation, both too afraid to speak.

"Thank you, Father." Maiden's voice breezed by, attracting the attention of the children working. Even at 8, she was breaking hearts. A certain boy who was born on the plantation was certainly in love with her, and she often sent him smiles, just because she was a kind girl.

It was common among the Salvatore servants to tease him whenever they could, and he would simply roll his eyes before going back to waiting on her hand and foot.

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September 23, 1864

“Maiden, you are to marry the brother of Katherine on your 17th birthday.” Giuseppe said as he passed her.

“What?!” She cried.

He turned sharply and marched up to her, striking her across the face, causing her to collapse on the ground. “Do not question me. I am your father, I control you.” He sneered down at her from above as she clasped her cheek.

As soon as Giuseppe turned to leave and was out of sight, Damon was kneeling next to Maiden, still in his Confederate uniform. “Maiden, sister, what’s wrong?”

“Father- he-”

Damon sighed heavily. “Come on, it’s okay, I’ve got you.” He helped her up and into her room.

The girl from oh-so-long ago, when Maiden was 8, was now the servant tasked with helping her. "Oh, dear, Miss Salvatore!" Grace exclaimed, hurrying over.

"She was hit by Father again."

"Oh, Maiden," She lowered her voice as she spoke her lady's name. "You must learn to be quiet!"

"Well, he was being unreasonable." Maiden sat on her bed, Damon falling onto his back dramatically next to her.

"What happened, Miss?" Grace asked while rushing to get a cold cloth for Maiden's cheek.

"He said I'm going to marry Katherine's brother!" Damon sat up at this. "I didn't even realize Katherine had a brother, let alone one my age! And then- Damon, are you okay?"

"Mae, she doesn't have a brother. She has no siblings, at least not any alive."

"So who am I supposed to marry, then?"

"I have no idea."

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August 17, 1874, New York City

Maiden walked past a handsome man, but barely gave him a second glance, too busy holding her breath. He backed up, turning around to catch up to her, but she barely heard him - odd for a human.

“Hello, love.” He said in an English accent, catching her arm and attention.

“Sorry, I can’t talk now.” She said without breathing in.

“What are you doing?” He asked, smirking subtly.

“Just out to get a drink. No food at home.” Technically, she was not lying.

“What are you getting for food?”

“Why do you need to know? I’m just going to get a drink. Alone.”

“Ah, well, I do love a bloody drink.” He raised his eyebrows knowingly.

“No, sir, no blood. Just some whiskey.”

“Oh, but I was teasing. Why would I ever think you would drink blood? It’s not like you’re a vam- Oh, do you smell that? The bakery a few blocks that way is pulling blueberry muffins out for tomorrow morning.”

She tilted her head. “Are you-?” Maiden’s question died in her throat.

“Am I what?”

She breathed for the first time.

He’s not human.

“Come with me.” She grabbed his wrist, yanking him into an alley.

“Hello.” He said pleasantly, as if he hadn’t just caused the biggest disturbance to her vampire life.

“Who are you? What are you?”

“If you tell me who you are, and honestly, I will answer all the questions you have.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m Maiden.”

“Are you really a maiden? And is there a last name?” He took her hand, kissing her knuckles.

“Yes, I’m a maiden, and no, you will not get a last name until you answer my two questions.”

“Kol Mikaelson, I’m an Original vampire. It’s why you didn’t recognize my scent. I doubt you’ve met one of my siblings to know my smell. Last name?” He still hadn’t dropped her hand.

“You’re telling me that the Original vampires, the myths my brother told me, they exist, and somehow, I just managed to meet one of you seven?”

“You’re very lucky.” He said simply. “I answered. Last name?”

Maiden could tell this was the last time he would ask politely.

“Salvatore. Maiden Salvatore is my full name.”

He smiled charmingly. “I have a feeling we’re going to get along stunningly, Miss Salvatore.”

“Are you sure we should be parted by our names? We have to blend in, you know?”

“Why can’t you just compel the humans?” Kol asked with a ‘duh’ tone.

“That’s a lot of work.”

“Are you suggesting what I believe you’re suggesting, darling?”

“I don’t know, what are you suggesting I’m suggesting?”

“I’d suggest you are a genius, Mrs. Mikaelson.”

“Why, thank you, Mr. Mikaelson.”

He offered her his arm and they walked out onto the street again. They headed to get drinks, and he compelled the bartender to allow her to drink in public. They simply conversed, just trying to learn more about each other.

As Maiden was the only woman there, Kol kept his arm around her, simply to keep up the appearance. Kol only looked 18, Maiden at 16, which must have been a bit odd to see.

At the end of the night, only a few men remained, about 12, and Kol distracted the bartender while she compelled the men to go into the back alley and wait for Kol and her. After she finished, she went up behind him and tugged on his arm lightly, playing the part of the quiet wife.

“Must dash. Things to do, right?” Kol asked with a smile, gesturing to Maiden. She smiled slightly, playing the helpless wife part her mother used to play.

They ducked into the alley, immediately attacking the men. Kol got to the last one before Maiden did, blood dripping down his chin as he watched her, ignoring the man dangling from his grip. “Would you like the last one, love?” He asked, smirking as she dropped the snack.

“Sure.” She reached for him.

“Ah.” Kol lifted him out of her reach. “What, are you not going to ask your husband nicely?”

“How about this instead?” She kissed him softly, and he lowered the man as she pulled away.

Maiden ate and looked back up at Kol, who wiped the blood off her chin, licking it off his finger. “They had drugs in their systems. Not as tasty.”

“Is that the aftertaste?”

“Yes, I can’t believe you haven’t noticed yet.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t notice.” Standing up on her tip-toes, she kissed him again.

“KOL! There you are!” At the sound of a girl’s British voice, Mae pulled away to see a girl who looked 17 at the entrance to the alley. “Kol, who is this?” She asked carefully.

“Beks, do not tell them. And this is Maiden.”

“Hello, Maiden. I’m Rebekah Mikaelson, Kol’s sister. Pleasure.”

“Hi.” She reverted back to the shy 15-year-old who was instantly jealous of Katherine when seeing her, now instantly jealous of Rebekah’s glimmering blonde hair. Glancing down, Maiden wiped the last of the blood off her chin.

“So, you’re like us, then? Just.. not Original?”

She nodded, hair falling in front of her face.

“She was only turned a decade ago, she’s a baby.”

“Oh, wow. By who?”

“She told me not to say. Said it was too dangerous for her.”

“Interesting.” Rebekah said before coming to stop in front of her. “You are stunning, how old were you when you turned?”

“16, nearly 17.”

“You are simply gorgeous, we need to go shopping. Blue would look lovely on you.”

“Oh, um, I really have to go, my brother is waiting for me.”

“Your actual brother?” Kol asked.

Maiden nodded. “Both my brothers were turned just before me.”

“Well, I’ll see you again sometime. Brother.”

“Beks, if you tell Nik-” He turned to Maiden. “I will find you later tonight, love, I promise. As soon as I get Beks safe and away from here.”

She nodded again.

“I’ll be there by 3, promise.”

Maiden nodded a final time and sped off into the darkness, away from the two insanely hot Original vampires.

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August 22, 1874, New York City, 1:12 am

“Well, imagine what your brothers would do if they found out what I’ve done to the precious, innocent, youngest Salvatore.” Kol smirked, tightening his grasp on Maiden’s waist.

“They’re not going to find out.” She glared at him.

“If you insist, darling.” He pressed another kiss to her lips, traveling down to her neck again.

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lizzaneia-elizalde · 3 months

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How would Damon react if black belter darling met someone else in the promotion test and ends up hitting it off with them? Spending more time w them, friendly closr sparring ykyk

Yandere! Jock x fem! reader

Another ask of an ask! (Do people not like the original fic/nerd reader ;3;) Hmm, I think this one's pretty obvious, so let's see!

What if: Black belter reader met somebody else in the promotional test?

For new readers to understand this one, refer to this what if fic!

main fic for Damon is this one featuring a nerd reader!

Damon clicked his tongue.

It's been the fifth time since you skipped training him.

His progress got slower since you decided to focus on other things, which came with your successful promotion to 1st dan. Sure, he didn't mind that. But god, was it torture not seeing you for so long.

He slumped down on the floor, boredly looking at the teacher in front of him. She was teaching them how to do a complicated kick that included a spin in them.

His mind zoned out, thinking back to the last time both of you interacted for a long time.

It was immediately after your promotion. And you, in your excitement, jumped to his embrace in a rare grin filled face.

"I passed the promotion!" You exclaimed, hugging him tightly.

Damon didn't expect this. You were holding him like this without your usual cold attitude, but rather in an excited tone that felt so foreign to him.

He felt like a lost child, suddenly getting hugged by a stranger that has the face of his parent.

"Uh... Sensei?" He whispered, prodding at your reaction.

"Hmm? What's up?" You asked with a smile and he almost buckled to his knees. You didn't even correct him this time!

"N-nothing. Congratulations!" He decided to say despite being whiplashed by the bizzare situation as you grinned widely.

That time was refreshing since you didn't scowl at him as usual. And his masochistic tendencies was soothed, exchanging with the deep need to monopolize your smile just for him.

Do you smile like that for others too?

He shudders at the thought.

Just thinking about it makes his blood boil.

Just as the lesson is finished, Damon got a chat from you.

"And she cancels the sparring again..." He whispered. He missed feeling your strong kicks on his body, marring his skin with bruises that he deserves and loves.

Feeling a bit neglected, he kicks and fusses like a toddler at the back, kind of grateful nobody was paying attention to him-- cuz honestly, it's embarrassing to see this grown man throw a tantrum gently like a kid.

Wait, he tracks your location! So why not see what you're up to anyways.

You weren't cheating on him, right?

The delusional man shook his head. It's impossible that you're cheating on him. Sure, he can let you sparring with other people slide. But your smile is reserved for him and him only.

If others saw it, then a nice pair of eyeballs would be a nice substitute for pingpong balls, right? Maybe not. But he'll be happy to bounce those eyes that are underserving of seeing your beautiful smile.

He got up from the floor and got to his cubby, getting all of his things before checking his phone once more. You're in the city dojang. Good, that means that you're doing work.

He hopes.

He hopped on his motorcycle and revved it to life, driving towards the city proper and to the dojang building.

What excuse would he say when you see him? Hmm...

As he's thinking of what to say, he heard a giggle that was vaguely familiar, yet strangely foreign.

It's a giggle, but from a voice he knew too well.

With a shake in his legs, he peered from the pillar and saw you laughing with a guy, one that he doesn't know, and know that this guy is not a relative.

His jaw ticked, the ugly jealousy reeling its twisted neck to the direction in which you were talking so amicably with this man that's not him. On an equal footing, a place in which he knew is undeserving of.

The usual chatterbox was silent, the sweet himbo facade gone from his perturbed face.

His large hand on the corner of the building, he pears through the side as he watched you amicably invite the man to a match. He noticed that he's also a 1st dan belt holder, and Damon seethes in jealousy. Damon held his now blue belt. He's still too far from your reach.

His grip tightened to the point that a chunk of the building came off, but Damon didn't even give a fuck.

His eyes gazed at your body, and flinched everytime they hit the body of your opponent. At the same time, rage filled him everytime the man hit you back.

Nobody is allowed to hurt you. Nobody is allowed to be hurt by you.

Your pain, only his. Your strength should also only be him to bare.

He knows what to do.

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Damon held his face. His elbow on his knees as he sat down on a bench in this abandoned basement of a zoo. He looked tired, and the himbo facade was gone.

In front of him is the glass wall of what looks like what once was an orca or dolphin showroom. The whole pool that was once teeming with activities and water and life, was now empty, except for a man tied to a chair, asleep.

Damon sighed, brushing back his hair as he pressed his forehead on the glass wall. He wants to hurt this man so bad, and from the prominent veins bulging against his skin on his biceps, he was holding himself back greatly.

When he saw the man twitching, Damon backed away and suited up. Disposable boots, a disposable ppe suit, and a mask to cover his face. Along with a bucket filled with quite the rusty tools, he headed up and to the pool.

He slid down from the top to the pool and to the deep end. Damon already sliced this man's tendons, so he can't run away.

It was quite easy to kidnap him really.

In a busy place in the city, he got up to the man and introduced himself. Damon was friendly, wanting to be friends with the man due to being a fan of his martial arts prowess. The man, naive and boastful, liked Damon immediately. Damon is smart, and led the man away to places he knew there's no cctv camera. And making sure what the cameras captured is the man being led back to his house, and acted as if Damon went home.

But in reality, when Damon went home, he invited the man to hang out via conversing with him earlier. So that no digital evidence will be left just like how it would leave an evidence if he used chats or calls. Damon invited the man to a much more secluded part but busy of the city, in which he knew that people will be too busy with their own shit rather than looking around. And it's the industrial parts. Then and there, driving a stolen car that was sold without so much of a contractual and recorded transaction, Damon slowly peppered the man with melanin gummies, making the man sleep...

And, with the injection of a much more powerful anesthesia and sedative, Damon successfully kidnapped the man without so much of an evidence tracing back to him.

With the man waking up, Damon wore the gloves.

Oh, and did I mention the man's lips were sown shut with expired medical threads too?

As Damon approached the scared man, who looks like he's about to piss his pants, Damon only gave him a cold stare of contempt and arrogance.

"Only I get to enjoy y/n. And you, you're an intruder in that small, happy space that only the both of us got to enjoy."

The man is not going to live to tell the tale.

Damon will make sure of that.

#lizzaneiaelizalde #yandere writing #yandere imagines #yandere male #tw yandere #yandere boyfriend #male yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere fic #yandere x darling

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multiversediaries · 2 years

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one night

↳ you had to share a room, and a bed with damon salvatore. you were in love with damon, even if he treated you terribly. will his feelings change over night?

damon salvatore x reader

warnings: cursing, mean damon, insecurity

part count: 1/?

“oh, you have to be kidding me.” you heard damon say, leaning into the front desk counter. the salvatore brothers, elena and you had to spend the night at a hotel. you had all went find out more about isobel, elena’s biological mother. it was already night time, and stefan decided it was best to rest for the night and get back on the road in the morning.

you stood behind the salvatores as they tried to book you all rooms. the front desk had informed you that they only had two rooms, with only one bed each available. you didn’t see a problem with that, you were exhausted, and just needed to rest. but damon didn’t seem to like it, since stefan and elena would get to share one of the rooms. elena and stefan had been dating for a very long time, yet damon didn’t seem to ever move on from her. you on the other hand, liked damon, a lot. you could even say you were in love with him. but his attention has never been on you. it has always been elena.

“damon, it doesn’t matter. we need the rest, and there’s not any other hotels close by.” elena said, before sighing and leaning into stefan’s chest, tired. stefan nodded, looking at his brother, who only scoffed.

“yeah, cause you both get to share a room. me? i get y/n.” damon said, making your heart shatter. you thought you’d get used to his mean remarks but, it has never gotten any easier. you loved damon, but you had to admit that he wasn’t the sweetest person out there, at least not to you.

“come on, damon. stop. you could hurt y/n’s feelings.” stefan said, looking over at you, hoping you wouldn’t be upset over damon’s comment. you shrugged. it hurt, but at this point, you were so tired, you just needed to rest.

“it’s alright. i just want to sleep.” you said, hoping to head to the rooms soon. elena nodded, as she yawned a bit. damon took the keys, handing one to stefan, and began to walk towards the rooms. you could tell he was upset.

“i’m sorry about him. you know he can be a bit..” stefan started, apologetic for his brother’s behavior.

“of a dick? i know.” you finished, causing stefan to chuckle gently. he nodded. you smiled, wishing them a goodnight before walking towards your room. you sighed, a bit reluctant to open the door. it was an absolute dream to sleep next to the man you were so deadly in love with, but god, it truly felt so horrible and heartbreaking to know that he wished he were there with someone else, literally anyone else but you, it seemed.

you opened the door and saw him, sitting by the bed, with a bottle of alcohol in his hands. you decided to not say a word to him, and take a shower instead. you felt so dirty, you had sweat a lot during the day. you grabbed a few towels and walked towards the bathroom, soon locking yourself inside. you took a well-needed bath, you took your time in the bathroom, because honestly, you didn’t want to get out and deal with damon. you soon finished and got dressed once again. you walked out of the bathroom, drying your wet hair.

“finally.” damon said, dryly, before walking past you and locking himself in the bathroom. you sighed and continue what you were doing. you were too tired to deal with him. you lost no time, and headed over to the bed, where you finally laid to rest. you exhaled, before smiling. you got under the covers and decided to use your phone for a while. soon enough, damon came out of the bathroom.

he walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, completely shirtless. you almost stopped breathing as you looked at his gorgeous figure. damon salvatore was one of the most breathtaking men you had ever come across in your life. he was a dream come true, definitely too good to be true.. if it weren’t for that attitude he always had. after getting dressed, he got into his side of the bed, without saying a word to you.

it was freezing inside the room. even under all the covers, you felt extremely cold. you could feel the heat radiate from damon’s body and you wished you could just hug him, to both heat yourself up, and to feel him close. you didn’t even realize you had scooted just a little bit closer to him.

“god, y/n. can you back off?” damon said, looking at you, annoyed. you glared at him, completely confused. you didn’t even touch him.

“what? i didn’t do anything, damon. it’s just cold as hell in here.” you said, now getting mad at him. he exhaled, even more annoyed by you, before turning his back on you.

“i couldn’t care less, just give me space.” he finished and you just sighed. you even found yourself wondering why you were even in love with this man. he treated you so horribly. you also turned your back on him. now, you didn’t even want to be in the same bed as him. he was so mean to you, for no reason. what did you ever do to deserve such treatment from him? it wasn’t your fault elena didn’t love him back.

a hour passed, and you couldn’t seem to fall asleep. you kept overthinking everything. your feelings were hurt, and that seemed to keep you awake. being next to the person you loved, yet feeling so unwanted was not a nice feeling at all. you felt so.. disgusting in a way. you felt insecure, and just unlovable. you sighed, and got up from the bed. you decided to give damon the space he so desperately wanted. you grabbed your pillow, and headed to the couch. you laid down in the couch, and tried to finally fall asleep. soon enough, you did.

damon woke up in the middle of the night, feeling cold himself. he turned around, seeking your warmth, only to find he was alone in bed. he got worried quickly, wondering if something happened to you. he got off the bed, to look for you. he soon found you, sleeping in the small, uncomfortable couch next to the door. he didn’t know why, but his heart sank at the view.

he watched you as you slept, uncomfortably, hugging your legs to hopefully warm yourself up. you had no blanket protecting you from the cold. he cursed at himself. he sighed, walking closer to you, in order to pick you up and take you towards the bed. you didn’t deserve this. he gasped, as soon as his fingers touched your now cold skin. he almost started panicking, you were stone cold.

“fuck, you must be freezing.. fuck.” damon said under his breath, picking you up and leading you towards the bed. he laid you down on his side, since it still had his warmth on it, and covered you with the blankets gently. he got on your side and pulled your body close to his. he hugged you so softly, so tenderly. he had never been this way towards anyone.

he caressed your hair, cursing at himself over and over again for being so unexplainably mean and inconsiderate to you. you had done nothing wrong to him and he knew that. he always did this, taking out his anger on people who don’t deserve it. but it had never made him feel as guilty as this. he kept biting his lip anxiously, whenever he felt your cold skin. he spent the entire night holding you, making sure you were warm.

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it was the next morning, and you were still incredibly tired. you had barely gotten any sleep. you woke up in the bed, confused. did damon move you? you didn’t care. you were still hurt, and slept in the cold for him. just because you didn’t want to be close to him, because he made you feel so unwanted. you were having breakfast, before hitting the road once again.

“how was your sleep, y/n? sorry to mention it, but you look a bit rough.” elena said, a bit worried for you, you chuckled a bit at her. she was sitting down next to you, while the salvatores sat across from you. damon kept his eyes locked on you, feeling terrible for your lack of sleep. he felt terrible for the way he has been treating you all together.

“i’m okay, elena. just want to go home.” you said, looking down at your plate. you just wanted to be alone. you missed your room. damon couldn’t help but feel even more worried for you.

soon, you all finished eating and decided to get back on the road. you were watching the brothers place all of your bags in the trunk of the car, while you and elena conversed. you were still cold, it was a cold day, very breezy. you couldn’t help but hug yourself, trying to warm up a bit. damon seemed to notice. he took off his jacket and walked over to you, then putting the piece of clothing around your shoulders. he didn’t say a word, and neither did you. even then, you were thankful. he nodded his head and walked back to stefan, who stared at him puzzled. damon had never been so kind towards anyone who wasn’t elena.

“alright, time to go.” damon said, getting on the driver’s seat. you nodded and walked towards the backseat, where elena stopped you. you giggled softly at her and nodded. she probably wanted to cuddle with stefan the whole ride back. you got into the passengers seat, leaving the two lovebirds in the back seat.

damon was glad you were next to him. it was like he needed to have his eyes on you, all the time. he needed to make sure you were alright and that you didn’t need anything. it seemed like after what happened, he realized how much he truly cares about you. he started driving, you knew the trip was going to be long, so you leaned on the window, and looked at the scenery.

you didn’t know you had fallen asleep until you woke up, around an hour later. you yawned softly, looking back at stefan and elena who were also sleeping, you smiled at them. you looked at damon, who was already looking at you. you broke eye contact and went back to watching through the window.

“are you feeling alright? do you need anything?” damon said lightly, staring at you once in a while. you looked at him, a bit shocked he was even asking.

“it’s okay, damon. you don’t have to act like you suddenly care about me.” you said, emotionless, while relaxing into your seat. you wished to be home already. you heard damon sigh.

“i do care, y/n.” he said, stealing a few glances, trying to keep his eyes on the road. you almost laughed at his words.

“sure, you do.“ you whispered, loud enough for him to hear it. he sighed deeper and continued driving. after a while, you reached your house, finally. they were dropping you off first, since elena was currently living with the salvatores. you smiled, starting to get off the car. damon got off the car, and started taking your bags out of the trunk.

“thank you for coming, y/n! it meant a lot!” elena said. you smiled at her, reaching for her hand and giving it a light squeeze.

“of course! i’m always here for you.” you replied, smiling. you looked at stefan. “see you guys later.” you said, saying your final goodbyes before getting off the car. you saw damon waiting for you in front of your front tour, with your bags. you sighed, walking past him and opening up your front door. you turned back to look at him and reached out to grab your bags, he pulled them back. you looked at him confused.

“i’ll take them up to your room.” he said, you looked at him, puzzled. what was going on? you were so confused. you shook your head and tried reaching for them again, to no avail.

“no need, damon. just give them.” you said, reaching for them once again. damon brushed past you, walking into your home, up the stairs to your room. you sighed and followed behind him. he placed the bags on top of your bed as you stood by the door frame.

“thank you. see yourself out.” you said, walking towards your closet, you looked at yourself in the mirror, noticing you were still wearing his jacket. “oh, wait.” you said, before taking it off and handling it back to him. “now you can leave.” you said, he furrowed his eyebrows at you. you had never acted so cold towards him before. it bothered him.

“listen. i’m sorry, okay?” he said, taking a step closer to you. you sighed, not wanting to deal with this anymore. you turned around and opened your bag.

“whatever, damon. i’m used to being treated like this by you, anyways.” you said, before he grabbed your wrist, making you turn around to face him. you gasped a bit.

“let me apologize, will you?” he said, just needing to apologize to you. he felt so awful for treating you so badly for so long. you sighed.

“i’m sorry. i really am. you don’t know how shitty it felt to watch you shaking, in an uncomfortable couch, y/n.” he started, looking deeply into your eyes. “i’m truly sorry. i know i’m not great with words, but please know i’m being honest here.” he said, as you stared at him, stunned by him. you had never seen damon apologize to anyone, not even his brother.

“it’s fine, damon.” you said, shaking your head. “it’s not like i’m someone important, i’m just elena’s friend. i’m used to being treated like this all the time.” you said, looking down at your feet. he shook his head. elena has always been the one everyone cares the most for, but you.. it felt like no one truly loved or took care of you.

“why do you always talk of yourself like that?” he asked, truly confused. he lifted up your head by your chin, and looked into your eyes. “fuck, i feel so horrible for making you feel this way.” he cursed under his breath, his eyes glaring at your lips for a while, before returning to your eyes. why was he feeling this way?

“you’re so much more than just someone’s friend, alright?” he said, planting a soft kiss on your cheek, right next to the corners of your mouth. your cheeks flushed immediately by his sudden actions. “so much more.” he whispered, before smirking lightly, and planting yet another gentle kiss by your temple.

he felt something. something he has only felt near katherina and elena. but so much more intense. it terrified him. he stood there, staring into your gorgeous eyes when he realized he was falling. how and when did this happen? he was absolutely petrified.

he felt so connected to you, he felt as if he belong right by your side. he masked his feelings by anger and being mean towards you. he had finally been honest with himself about you. he was falling for you. it was just so sudden and it didn’t make sense to him. you had just been in his life for only a short period of time, yet you meant so, so much to him. why?

he was confused and scared at the realization of his feelings towards you. he had only been in love twice, and he had never been loved back. but he knew for a fact you loved him. the fact that he was loved was still something he couldn’t believe. damon was scared out of his mind, but so eager to have you. he knew he needed to be worthy of loving you. he knew he needed to earn your forgiveness, and then your love. but he was ready to be fully yours. he was ready to give his entire heart and soul to you, and only you.

#tvd #damon salvatore #salvatore brothers #damon salvatore x y/n #damon salvatore x reader #the vampire diaries #tvd damon #damon salvatore imagine

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𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐳𝐳𝐳𝐬

pairing(s); Leon Kennedy x fem!reader, officer!leon x chief!reader

summary; there was a case that called for some of your best officers out of town and of course you had to bunk with one of your most hard headed recruits of them all leon kennedy —kinktober day; 24—

word count; 1.6k

warning(s); somnophilia, power kink?, reader is an iPad kid for like 5 min, abb riding, degrading, pet names, kisses, and language

A/n:—GIFs; @megamyceted & @eurodynamic— R4 is probably my fav game rn after Silent Hill & Mk1 🤸🏾‍♀️

“I called in for eight rooms there’s no reason there shouldn’t be eight rooms” You hissed at the Manager of the motel the officers giving the man pity from their position in the makeshift lobby travel bags in their hold or resting on your back and Leon whistled lowly to himself which his colleagues would assume was in relief that the heat was finally off himself for once in his career you were hard on him to say the least

He could admit that sometime he could be a little reckless on a case in the field and when he did instead of ripping him a new one like you did everyone else at their personal desks in front of everyone you called him into your office some said it was your way of showing mercy others say that they’d rather take the berating at their desk in front of everyone like usual then be with the ‘final boss’ alone but they all came to one thing to agree on

The blonde got it the worst

All of your officers were fairly new and inexperienced but your older ones knew better and if they fucked up god hellfire sounded like making a snow angel compared to your wrath and Leon wasn’t stupid by any means he knew you gave the rookies a little more leeway but you still didn’t shove a silver spoon up their mouths and it was appreciative disciplined care is what he would call it

“There’s been a problem with housing arrangements me and another person will have to share a room” The blonde was practically crossing his fingers at the opportunity begging mentally please please please choose him while the rest of them prayed to any god that was out there to block the offer coming their way and it was no sweat of the mans back if his competition dropped out the race god if he found your your private bereavement intimate sleeping in the same room as you would be a fucking honeymoon

“Kennedy you’re with me” You declared while he gave you a stoic nod in response even if his his face was warming up and his stomach dropping at the thought of having your attention, being in your presence something that was much more important and meaningful than the pity looks that he was getting from his coworkers was

He had an idea he was your favorite before but now it was written in stone

The ride on the elevator was stiff and foggy to say the least while you handed off room keys to each officer who got off at their assigned floor when needed until his skin was crawling as he tried not to glare at the last man other then himself standing Damon Davis

Leon cleared his throat causing the raven haired man to look at him but it wasn’t his attention he was trying to grasp attention he did not get causing him to repeat his actions causing you look up from you tablet stylus pen resides in your fingers paused from gliding over the screen

“Davis I have you your key are white blind” You questioned and the officer sighed before the responding to you that annoying smirk on his face that Leon just wanted to wipe off-

“I was thinking I would give blondie his own room, he hasn’t really had that hardship why start him now you know?” The pale blue eyed cut from ice man spoke his tone carrying sarcasm resting a toothpick in between his lips and before the blonde could open his mouth to reply you already beat him to it

“Listen Damon I know you’re a little illiterate so I’m going to break this down for you” You sighed letting out little puffs of air at a the situation before your focus goes back to your iPad your tech pen making faint thumps on the surface of the screen

“I’m chief, I’m lieutenant, I’m commanding officer, I’m boss, is that right? Right. So I make the rules I have the last word and I do remember saying Leon Kennedy you are with me tonight because there is a lack of room correct? Correct. The name Damon Davis did not come from my mouth and you’ve disrespected my orders and one of my officers! Do you think we deserve an apology Kennedy? I think we deserve a goddamn apology!”

Leon fought the smirk that tried and succeeded to etch its was on his face the way only looked up from your screen to ask him a rhetorical questioned that you answered yourself the red tinge on his face giving hold all the satisfaction he could need but the apology was definitely the icing on the cake

“I apologize LT, you too Kennedy” The arrogant asshole smell of him begins to leave so he’s finally able to drain his nostrils Damon gets off at the next floor it wasn’t his and it wasn’t yours yet he opted to take the stairs if it meant ignoring the newfound hostility of the the elevator

“Be prepared for weapons cleaning when get get back to base those guns be a good shinning” You called out his as the metal doors shut closed riding your way up higher and higher until you needed a key card to confine the best flood and Leon was surprised to say the least candles lit and rose petals spread throughout the rooms floor and just for a moment he let himself think-

“Couple canceled and it was the last room available ” you mumbled stepping over the teal candles that you were sure was a fire hazard dangerously close to the carpet your legs showing a slip of ankle after stretching

“Please take down those candles, making my head hurt” You weren’t dumb far from it, you had eyes the officer was adorable cute as a fucking button you also noted how he followed your every order and looked at you like you hind every star in the sky

Your eyes traced to the blonde while he positioned himself on his knees his navy blue khaki covered his ass positioned high in the air while he blows out the different rows of candles just like you’d asked him to you shifted your gaze as he lifted from his position on the ground headed to the bathroom with no words spoken the door shut with a ‘click’ behind you

💌💌💌💌

When you wake up in the middle of the night you expect it to be morning but the more you come to a conscious state the more you realize what the hell is actually happening there’s a continuous motion on your thigh and you tilt your head slightly shifting your eyes to see blonde strands of hair peekinginto your peripheral and you feel his face pressed into your back and his hips rotating and grinding against you leg the barricade of pillows holding none of their weight

“Please miss, oh f-fuck please” You can hear him whining and would be lying if the mutter didn’t go straight to you cunt your half asleep dazed state bringing you no luck until you rolled over quickly your bottom half pressed against Leon’s abs just above his v-line while he stared back at you with wide, sultry, eyes

“You’re more of a slut than I thought” You mutter and Leon fights himself to not buck his hips into you at the degradation yet he whines at the sight of you nothing but a cami and boy briefs protecting you from the cold while gusts of winds circulate throughout the room

“Put your hands behind your back… so god help me put your hands behind your fucking back!” You demand barking out orders when Leon pauses and he does it because he’d always do what his Lt wanted so with a slight sit up form crossing his wrist and placing them on the cold mattress before lying on them himself securing his position

“Think it’s okay to use people whore? How you’d like it if I used you hmm?” The blondes heart is pounding as you get off of him and he fights the urge to look at what you’re doing but he’s already in deep shit so he resigns against himself until suddenly you’re on top of him again but this time Leon can feel your heat pressed against his stomach and he groans at the warm embrace engulfing his upper half it’s heaven and hell all in one

“If you touch me I’ll leave you with blue balls” You hissed when he starts trying to grind into getting no where because no pressure was on his aching cock but he stops nonetheless while you begin rolling your hips against the hardness of his abs the firmness of it shooting sparks of pleasure from your belly to your shoulders which hunched while your palms spread out against his chest while the blonde angled his back to arch so his muscles were more prominent to you causing you to moan at the motion

“Oh fuck! S-shit” The look on your face had him awestruck like you created fire, sketched constellations, and sprinkled fairy dust around country’s he felt like he could cum in his pants just from listening to the sounds of pleasure slipping from you lips like honey

“Please miss, just let me help Lt plea-” The blonde whined and before he could complain more your cunt was sat on his mouth muffling his sentence until it died down on his throat while a tongue darted out hitting your bundle of nerves

It was the best way to shut him up

#🦇𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑;𝐆 #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #sub leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #spooktober #kinktober #angstober #flufftober #resident evil #romance #smut #fem!reader #i love you #thewriterg #2023

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