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thewintersoldierdisaster · 1 year

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a/n: a fun (long) little something! @making-it-big requested wedding night/honeymoon and i’m giving you guys both! also writing smut is hard (lol) sometimes and i lost track of limbs at a certain point, so like, just go with it. i actually went to greece this past summer so some of the trip details are pulled from my own vacation! 🥰 let me know if you guys want a separate post of the pics that sort of correspond with this fic, including one of the hotels!

word count: 9.1k (!!!!!)

tw: smut smut smut with dirty talking drei and our standard google-translated russian disclaimer 😂

summary: a wedding in raleigh followed by a honeymoon in greece, island hopping with andrei

Everything after the priest declared you husband and wife and Andrei dipped you back in a dramatic kiss is a little bit of a blur.

You’re announced as Mr. and Mrs. Svechnikov at the reception and have your first dance to Madonna’s Crazy for You, which is mildly embarrassing but it’s the song that was playing when you kissed for the first time, so it’s kind of your song. Andrei dances with Elena and you dance with your dad, wiping your tears on the tissue you keep wadded up in your fist.

Dinner is served and the table of hockey players clink their knives against their water glasses every twenty minutes so Andrei will kiss you. He obliges happily every time, cradling your face and kissing you sweetly. You grin against his mouth, the cacophony of cheers from your wedding guests the best soundtracks.

After you cut the cake - vanilla with white chocolate raspberry filling and a spray of flowers that match your bouquet falling down the sides of the tiers - the DJ kicks into high gear and everyone is crowding the dance floor. Andrei’s hands are on your waist while you dance, holding you close, your ass against his groin. You laugh, barely caring that there’s so many of your relatives watching. You can barely feel your feet and your face hurts from smiling.

The first reception carries on until one and by then all the older guests and both sets of parents have gone to bed.

You and Andrei thought ahead and rented out the attached and enclosed patio space for another few hours and while the music is playing, you both rush up to the honeymoon suite, giggling and holding hands.

“Did I tell you you look beautiful?” Andrei asks, kissing a trail down the back of your neck while he unzips your dress.

“Yes, but you can say it again,” you laugh, letting the dress fall to the floor and stepping out of it.

Andrei turns you in his arms and kisses you deeply, his hands warm and broad on your skin. You clutch at the front of his shirt, holding on for dear life. “You look beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing you softer.

His hands slide down over your ass, squeezing, and you wriggle in his grip, pressing against his front. “As much as I can’t wait to have wedding night sex,” you grin, twisting your fingers in the untied fabric of his bow tie, “I want to change and get back to our friends!”

Andrei’s hands slip between your thighs and you squirm, his fingers thick and pressing against the seam between your legs. “They won’t miss us,” he murmurs, teasing you, stroking his fingers gently against the fabric of your underwear.

“Oh,” you gasp, knees turning to putty under his touch, “we only get one wedding reception after-party.”

He presses a kiss, chaste considering where his fingers are, to your temple and hums against your skin. “I guess. Just means you’ll be even more ready for me,” his voice is low, husky, and you’re honestly tempted to say fuck the after party and fuck him against the wall.

You shiver and dance away from him, the hot imprints of his fingers still burning your skin. “I’m always ready for you,” you admit shakily, taking your after-party dress off its hanger and slipping into it. The feathers on the miniskirt’s hem tickle at your bare thighs and you do a little twirl to get the skirt flaring out. You fell in love with the dress after seeing it in a little boutique after your bridal shower and thought about wearing it for the rehearsal dinner, but the feathers and thin straps felt more appropriate for the after-party.

Andrei looks over from where he’s hanging up your ceremony dress - you have him trained so well with all this wedding stuff - and his jaw drops. “Solnyshka,” he breathes, “you have to let me take that dress off of you and fuck you. Please.”

“Later, Mr. Svechnikov,” you croon, trailing your fingers over the edge of his jaw. It’s been so many hours since he last shaved, his jaw is lightly stubbled again. Andrei leans into your touch, growling when you giggle and skip to the door. He hurries after you, snagging your hand and lacing your fingers together.

You’re immediately handed a shot when you get back to the party and toss it back, grimacing a little. Andrei accepts a glass from Geno and you’re almost positive it’s full of vodka, but he doesn’t react at all when he takes a drink. The music is loud and you’re immediately dancing, shimmying and jumping to the old-school classics. Andrei, Geno, Brady, and Pyotr jump and shout lyrics at each other, but Andrei’s hands never leave your body. Even when he’s not looking at you, his hand is in yours or touching your back.

Eventually, he loses the bow tie and his shirt gets unbuttoned. Geno has his tie around his head and all the groomsmen are in various states of disheveled. You gravitate to Andrei, looping your arms around his neck and swaying against him, lazily grinding on him. He’s hard behind his tuxedo pants, kissing softly behind your ear. The music doesn’t match the tempo of your dance and all of your friends are jumping and dancing around you. But it’s dark outside the venue and right now, the only thing you’re aware of is Andrei’s fingers tangling in the bun that’s loosening at the nape of your neck and the feeling of his body against yours.

“Party’s winding down, zhena,” Andrei whispers in your ear, warm breath sending a shiver up your spine. And that's a new thing, how he's been calling you wife all night. In Russian or in English, he doesn't care. He's marking you as his.

The loud music and flowing alcohol is telling a different story, but you blink up at Andrei. His hair is mussed, flipped over his forehead, and his face is flushed from dancing and drinking. His lips curl up in a soft smile and you lean up on tiptoes to press your lips to his.

“I don’t think they’ll miss us, muzh,” you murmur against his lips, feeling his smirk when he realizes you called him ‘husband’ in Russian. You'd learned the pronunciation specifically for today. His hands tighten in your hair, angling your head back a little so he can kiss you again, deeper this time.

Your body melts against Andrei’s, warmth rushing through your veins. “Take me to bed, Mr. Svechnikov,” you whisper, giggling. He wraps an arm around your waist and lifts you off your feet. Holding you against his side, Andrei practically runs from the room. You cling to his neck, laughing the entire time.

In the elevator back up to the suite, Andrei pins you against the wall, resting one hand next to your head and sliding the other up and under your skirt. You lean into his touch, kissing him hungrily. His fingers play at the edges of your panties, disappearing beneath the fabric to stroke you gently. The doors slide open before he can really do anything and you’re back in his arms, being carried into the honeymoon suite.

Andrei lays you out on the bed and you kick one foot up. He grabs your ankle with fast reflexes and grins at you. “Yes?”

“I can’t do the buckles from up here,” you pout, batting your eyelashes at him. Andrei laughs, traced his index finger over the arch of your foot and over the top. He taps at the buckle.

“What’s the magic word, zhena?”

“Pozhaluysta, muzh,” you coo, butchering the pronunciation and slurring the words together a little. Even still, Andrei’s grip tightens around your ankle and the front of his pants grow tighter.

He makes quick work of the little buckle, letting your heel fall to the ground. The bow on the toe of the Jimmy Choos is likely to get crumpled, but Andrei kisses your ankle bone and your brain short circuits a bit. He sets your ankle on his shoulder and grabs for your other foot, undoing that buckle equally as quick. Before you know it, both your ankles are draped over Andrei’s shoulders and his hands are roaming up your thighs. You whine his name and he pinches the inside of your thigh gently.

“I want to enjoy this,” he murmurs, hand grasping at the lace of your panties and tugging. You frown at the sound of the fabric ripping, but immediately gasp and arch your back when Andrei buries two fingers in you without warning.

“Drei!” You moan, clenching around his fingers, wiggling at the sensation. Your legs try to snap together, trapping Andrei’s head between your knees.

“Zhena,” he whispers, “moya zhena, I’m going to make you come until the sun comes up.”

You think you make orgasm from his words alone, but then he crooks his fingers and you shout, kicking one heel against his shoulder and twisting the sheet in your fists. He grins, self-satisfied, and leans down to kiss you, the change of angle driving his fingers even deeper. You push at his shirt with your heels, getting it off one arm and leaving it to drape over the mattress, still on the other arm.

“Drei, please, I need,” you babble, sucking in a breath when the pad of his thumb finds your clit and strokes it roughly. “Shit, more, please.”

He adds a third finger and you cry out his name, grinding against his hand, heat coiling and building low in your stomach. His other hand grips at your thigh, massaging the muscle while he encourages you. “Come on, solnyshka, come for your husband, like a good little wife.”

“Andreiiii,” you chant his name, breathless, arching your back and clenching around his fingers. He crooks his fingers and presses down hard on your clit and you’re over the edge, starbursts dancing behind your eyes. He’s talking you through your orgasm, stroking your thigh with one hand, murmuring about what a good girl you are. You gasp and slump back against the mattress, a few feathers drifting around your head from where they’ve basically been fucked off your dress. “Christ,” you mumble, dazed.

Andrei slowly withdraws his fingers, the loss of them making you feel empty. He shakes his shirt off his arm and it flutters to the floor while Andrei sticks his fingers in his mouth and sucks them clean while holding eye contact with you.

You groan, “are you trying to make me come without even touching me?” You wiggle against the sheets, feeling hot and sweaty. Your dress bunches up at your upper thighs and Andrei’s gaze dips down.

“My love,” he grins, kneeling on the bed with one knee so the mattress dips with his weight, “you’ll know when I’m trying to make you come.”

He undoes the buckle of his belt, the clinking of metal on metal when his wedding band slips against the buckle making your gaze trail down. The fly of his tuxedo pants is open and you can see the bulge of his erection against his black boxer-briefs. You sit up a little, angling to lean forward and reach for him, but Andrei shakes his head.

“No, no,” he murmurs, wrapping a hand around your wrist. “What kind of husband would I be,” he brings your hand to his mouth and kisses your palm, “if I didn’t take care of my wife?”

His voice, deep and warm, fills you with desire and you sigh, pressing your thighs together, already a mess for him. “Andrei, don’t tease,” you whine, wiggling your fingers at him. “I just want to feel you. I want you in me.”

Leaning down and forcing you to lie back again, Andrei braces his hand next to your head and kisses you sweetly. “You will,” he promises, smoothing his other hand over your cheek. “I’m going to make love to my wife,” he murmurs, kissing you again. His hand moves around your back and he plays with the zipper of your dress. You get the hint and scoot into a sitting position so he can work the zipper with one hand and slip the dress off your body, leaving you bare except for your strapless bra. Andrei kisses the swell of each breast and flicks at the clasp, discarding the bra to the floor. You kick a little at the dress and it slips to the floor where it’s joined quickly by Andrei’s pants, leaving you staring at his erection straining behind the black cotton.

“Lie back,” he commands and you do, already slightly breathless. He kneels on the bed again, your legs falling open to make room for him to get in between your thighs. “So beautiful,” he mumbles, absently, almost to himself, while he pulls himself out of his boxer-briefs, stroking his already hard length into a steel rod. His cock juts put in front of him and your mouth waters at the sight. You can’t believe that this gorgeous man is yours, forever.

“Andrei,” you pout, hand sliding between your legs to alleviate some of the growing pressure. He doesn’t make a move to stop you and instead his gaze is laser focused on where your fingers are circling your clit. You gasp. “Please, I need more, I need you,” you whisper, hooking an ankle around his thigh and tugging. You can’t move him on your own, so when he shifts forward, you know he’s going to give you what you want.

He lowers his body over yours, nestled in between your legs, his weight braced on one hand. You grin up at him, tracing his bicep with your free hand and pushing at his boxer-briefs with the other. Your fingers brush his cock and he shivers, hips jolting. “Make love to me, Andrei,” you murmur, lifting your head to kiss him, sucking his bottom lip in between your teeth. He groans into your mouth and your guide him to your entrance, the head of his cock bumping against your clit and sending delicious shocks down to your toes.

Still kissing you, Andrei rolls his hips and enters you. You gasp into his mouth and meet his hips with yours. He sets a slow, leisurely pace, thrusting gently and keeping control. Your legs hook around his waist, deepening the angle. His hips roll and you meet him thrust for thrust.

“Drei,” you gasp his name, raking your nails down his back. “More, please.”

He picks up the pace, but just barely, the tension building low in your stomach. Your hands roam his body, slick with sweat, and tangle in his hair.

He kisses you again and it’s cheesy, because you’ve kissed Andrei hundreds, thousands, hundred thousands of times, but this is different. These kisses are so much more. They’re soft and hungry and lazy and so full of love.

Andrei thrusts again, dipping his hand between your bodies because he knows exactly how to get you to come and your thighs are trembling with the building tension. “Come on, little wife,” he murmurs hoarsely, biting gently at the swell of your breast, flicking his tongue over your nipple. “Show me how beautiful you are when you come.”

You cry his name, clenching around him and then you’re both coming, clutching each other’s bodies. Your nails dig into his arms and Andrei’s face is buried in your neck. He’s breathing heavily, filling you and pumping his hips and it’s overwhelming, just how much you love him. You melt into the mattress, boneless, and encourage Andrei through his orgasm, stroking his neck and murmuring softly to him. He exhaled roughly and drops down from shaky arms, half of his body covering yours.

“I think I like married sex,” you huff a laugh, twisting a piece of Andrei’s hair between your fingers. His thigh is wedged in between yours and you resist the urge to rub your still sensitive clit against the hard, corded muscle.

He kisses your shoulder. “Me too,” he chuckles. His fingers trace a lazy pattern over your side, dragging from your hip bone up to the side of your breast and back down. You yawn, the repetitive motion soothing you and dragging your eyelids shut. You have no idea what time it is, but it has to be late, or early. The blackout curtains are drawn, but you wouldn’t be surprised if the sun is starting to come up.

“Don’t go to sleep,” Andrei says, already rolling off of you. “Let me clean you up.”

He gets out of bed and pads naked to the bathroom. You take the opportunity to roll on your side and ogle his firm, round ass. His entire form is lean muscle and strong, solid thighs. You swipe a hand between your legs and press at your clit, unfairly aroused and overstimulated by his body. Andrei’s back with a damp washcloth before you can really do anything about it, but he catches you and smirks, eyes flashing. He holds the cloth up and crooks a finger at you. “Come here,” he says, even as he’s climbing back into bed and dragging your legs over his lap.

Slowly, torturously, he runs the cloth between your legs and you squirm. The rough fabric is too much for your sensitive nerves and Andrei knows it. He moves even slower and only smiles when you grind your hips over his hand. “Going for the hat trick?” He laughs, everything brought back to hockey with him.

You frown. “It’s not fair that you’re so damn attractive,” you’re breathless, working yourself over the cloth and his hand. He just laughs again, the bastard, and helps you along until you’re coming for the third time, sweaty and completely limp in his arms. Andrei gathers you against his chest and you press your hot, sweaty cheek against his heart.

“I have to get up and pee,” you mumble, “but I don’t think I can walk.”

He kisses the top of your head and carries you into the bathroom, letting you do your business and get cleaned up while he goes back to sit on the edge of the bed. He’s yawning when you come back, still naked, but face clean of the stray makeup smudges. Your hair is tangled and still half in its bun, so you’ve left it to be tomorrow’s problem. Andrei opens his arms and you step in between his legs, resting your forearms on his shoulders. He leans forward and rests his forehead in the valley between your breasts, breathing softly. Another yawn works it’s way through your body and you shift, pushing Andrei back on the bed and climbing up with him. “I really need to sleep,” you sigh, your eyelids getting heavy again.

Andrei nods, looking tired himself. You both climb under the covers on your usual sides of the bed - Andrei closer to the door and you closer to the window - and lie down facing each other. You trace Andrei’s features with your index finger, running over his jaw line, forehead, and the line of his nose. His eyes flutter shut at your touch and his hand reaches for you, landing on your hip and pulling you close. You tuck your head under his chin, trailing your fingers over the column of his neck and feeling the stubble that’s there. “I love you, solnyshka,” he says quietly, his chest vibrating under your body.

“I love you,” you sigh, curling up close to him and falling asleep within minutes.

You wake up late the next morning, sunlight streaming brightly around the cracks of the curtains. Stretching out your entire body, you realize Andrei’s still asleep too. He must be exhausted since usually he’s up well before you. He’s flat on his back, arm thrown over his face, and sheet tented over his lap. Andrei’s mouth is a little open and he’s snoring softly - looking adorable while he’s at it. You reach for your phone, planning on taking a picture - the first picture of your husband (!) that you’ll take on your own phone - but when the screen lights up, you catch sight of the time and wince. It’s nearly noon, which would be late in the day normally, but your parents planned a day-after-the-wedding lunch for the guests staying at the hotel, scheduled to start at one. You both need showers and to change, so you drop your phone in the covers and smooth a hand over Andrei’s stomach, gliding it up over his pecs and curling it around the back of his neck before cupping his cheek, scratching your nails into his stubble.

“Drei, baby, time to get up,” you murmur, leaning down and pressing kisses to his chest and shoulder. “We have lunch in an hour.”

He grumbles - the only time he’s not a bouncing ball of energy and positivity is the few minutes right before he’s fully awake - and turns his head so he can press his cheek fully into your palm. “No,” he mumbles into your skin. “Nyet, do obeda. Ostavat'sya v posteli.”

He does that too, revert to Russian in his sleep. You brush your nose against his cheek. “I don’t know what that means beyond ‘nyet’ so whatever you said isn’t going to stop me,” you laugh a little.

Andrei cracks one eye open and squints at you. His lips curl up in a lazy smile and his hand lands on your waist. “I said,” he sighs, “no to lunch. Let’s stay in bed.”

You let him pull you against his side even as you’re shaking your head, which is a mistake because that seems to trigger your hangover. You press your lips together and wait for a minute before continuing, “we have two and a half weeks in Greece to relax and stay in bed, let’s go see everyone and eat because I’m starving.”

“I’ll order room service,” Andrei jokes, waking up and sitting up to kiss you.

“I want to see how hungover everyone is,” you giggle. “And you know what they say, happy wife, happy life.”

He swats at your ass a little when you roll away from him, laughing, and climb out of bed. You wiggle your ass in his direction playfully, “your wife wants you to join her in the shower, aren’t you going to make me happy?”

“That I can do,” Andrei promises, getting out of bed and wrapping his arms around your waist to carry you into the shower.

Of course, the shower takes twice as long as it should and by the time you get dressed - casually because once you opened the blinds, the afternoon North Carolina sunlight had nearly blinded you and caused a headache to form right between your eyes and nausea to roll your stomach - you’re running late to your own celebratory lunch. Andrei’s fingers play with the tie straps on your sundress as you head downstairs and you lean against him heavily. “I don’t understand how you don’t get hungover,” you mumble. “It’s unconscionable.”

He chuckles, chest vibrating against your back. “I’m bigger and Russian,” he shrugs, all the explanation you’re going to get. Truthfully, you just think he didn’t have as much to drink as you did. Even during the off-season, Andrei isn’t that big of a partier.

Once you get down to the hotel’s dining space, it’s all you can do not to laugh. The room is split into two camps - the older relatives who checked out by the end of the main reception and the friends and younger relatives that had partied with you at the after-party. The adults look tired, but happy, and your friends look like death warmed up.

Brady’s cradling his head in his hands while Gracia nudges toast in front of him. Pyotr has his head pillowed on his arms on the table. Geno has his sunglasses on inside and you spot Elena pointing him out to your mom and laughing, shaking her head at him. Jordan’s nursing a mug of coffee and you spot your best friends taking a carafe of coffee directly from the waiter and setting it on the table in front of them.

“Rough night?” You giggle, pressing your fingers to your temple at the spike of pain. The girls look up at you with bloodshot eyes.

Tia groans, “who challenges Russian hockey players to a drinking contest?”

“A moron, that’s who,” Kate murmurs, her voice nearly gone from scream-singing.

“Who’d you challenge?” Andrei asks, munching on a piece of bacon. You look at his food with a jealous eye and he holds out the half-eaten strip for you. You take a bite gratefully and chew while you wait for Tia’s answer.

She wrinkles her nose. “Who didn’t I challenge is the question, but I finally tapped out against Pyotr and Geno.”

“It was impressive,” Geno mumbles, holding his hand up for Tia to slap in a high-five.

“Party of the year, Svechy,” Brady grins. “But fuck, I’m gonna feel this hangover for a week.”

Andrei smirks at his friend and says, “good thing it’s off-season.”

Your mom calls you both over and you wind your way amongst the tables, leaving your hungover friends to recover. Andrei’s hand is warm against your lower back as you head across the room, his fingers splayed out.

“Honey,” your mom pats your hip when you reach her side, “I think you could use a little make-up, right here.” She waves her hand in the general area of her neck and you flush, knowing she means the hickeys Andrei sucked into your skin the night before.

“I, um, I’ll take that into consideration,” you stammer, even as Andrei sniggers behind your back. You swing your leg back, kicking your heel into his shin, and he just wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder.

Shooting the parents a wide and innocent, but sincere, smile, he says, “thank you, all of you, for helping us have the best wedding yesterday. We appreciate it very much.”

Your mother’s attention is now on her new son-in-law and not the marks on your neck. She smiles at him, “it was more than our pleasure. You two deserve it.”

“And especially the vacation,” Elena chimes in. “It’s well-earned.”

It definitely is. Andrei’s fresh off a Stanley Cup victory and you’re fresh off the stress of planning a wedding around the playoffs. You can’t wait to soak up the Mediterranean sun and have sex with your husband in between delicious meals. Your flight leaves the next afternoon and you’re more than ready to get going.

The parents release you back to your friends and lunch becomes a fun, lazy affair, a continuation of the after-party, where it’s revealed that Kate and Pyotr had hooked up in the hotel’s garden and half the team had lost money on that bet.

Eventually, you’re gently kicked out of the dining hall and your parents come up to the honeymoon suite to take both of your dresses to be cleaned and preserved for you while you’re in Greece. Elena and Igor take Andrei’s tux and put it in their car along with the three other tuxes belonging to your dad, Igor, and Geno. They’ve kindly volunteered to return them so it’s one less thing for Andrei to worry about when you get back.

Geno unloads Andrei’s honeymoon suitcase from his car, setting it next to yours in the back corner of the suite where it’s been since the morning of the wedding. You’re getting another night in the hotel before you leave for Greece, so all the luggage had to be brought with you. Not that it matters really, you’ve been packed for a week, beyond excited for the trip, and you’d packed most of Andrei’s stuff too. “What do you have in here?” Geno asks, teasing. “All of your hair products?”

Andrei raises an eyebrow at his brother and deadpans, “sex toys.”

You giggle while Geno processes for a few silent seconds before cracking into his trademark missing-toothed grin. He laughs loudly and cups Andrei’s face in his hands, squeezing his little brother’s cheek’s together. “You’re a little shit,” he shakes his head affectionately, “you know that?”

“Learned from the best,” Andrei mumbles, trying to smile while Geno is squishing his face.

The rest of the day and the next morning passes in a blur of last minute preparation, couples massages, and sex on every surface of the honeymoon suite. You put the shower bench to particularly good use.

Finally, after a quick lunch, you’re on the way to the airport, vibrating with excitement in the back seat. “I can’t believe we’re going to be completely and totally off the grid,” you sigh, closing your eyes and thinking about it. You’d decided against an international plan and are keeping your phones on airplane mode the entire trip, save for a few minutes at the end of the day when you’ll connect to hotel WiFi to check in with your parents. “It’s going to be so nice.”

“I’m just looking forward to spending time with you,” Andrei says sweetly, kissing your cheek.

Your flight ends up delayed for two hours, meaning more time to people-watch in the airport. Andrei gets bored sitting around and does laps, reporting back that he found no less than four Auntie Anne’s pretzel shops. “And you didn’t bring me cinnamon sugar pretzel nuggets?” You shake your head. “Bad start to the marriage.”

He does another lap and brings you the nuggets along with a lemonade, stealing a few pretzels from the cup before he hands them over.

Once you’re on the plane - first class(!) - Andrei takes both of your carry-ons and stows them away, letting you have the first shift in the window seat. You’ve learned over the past few years of dating that you both love the window seat, but Andrei would rather sit there during touchdown and you like it during takeoff, which makes it easy to switch off.

After takeoff, you get comfortable in your seat, kicking off your sneakers and folding your legs up on the seat. Andrei stretches out his legs and crosses them at the ankle, grinning when he sees you aiming your phone at him for a picture and throwing up a thumbs-up. Picture taking and documenting memories in scrapbooks is one of your love languages and Andrei learned early on how to be an Instagram husband, to pose for shots, and to always be aware that you’re taking candids.

“Make sure you save your boarding pass,” you say. “It’s going in the honeymoon scrapbook.”

He holds the slip of paper up in between his index and middle fingers, smirking, “whatever you say, wife.”

“Excellent,” you lean over the armrest and kiss him softly.

The flight attendant comes by with drinks and catches you kissing Andrei. “Aren’t you two adorable?” She comments, handing Andrei a water and you a ginger ale (it just tastes different on a plane).

You can’t help yourself and burst out, “we’re on our way to Greece for our honeymoon!”

“Well!” She beams, clapping her hands. “That’s so exciting! I wish you both a long and happy marriage.”

You thank her, Andrei chiming in at the same time.

The flight is uneventful. Andrei falls asleep almost immediately, since he’s so used to plane travel, and you know to wake him up for snacks and meal service. You’ve never been able to sleep on a plane, too excited and eager to enjoy the experience, so you find a movie to watch. Over the seven hours, you watch Top Gun and cry when Goose dies, Ghostbusters: Afterlife and cry when Harold Ramis’s character appears as a ghost or vision or whatever at the end, and The Parent Trap. You don’t cry during that one, but that’s mostly because you’ve seen it so many times and you’re desensitised.

Andrei stirs a little, waking up for dinner and to tease you about crying over old movies. You wrinkle your nose at him and he holds your hand when he falls back asleep.

You booked the trip through a Greek travel company, which means literally everything was taken care of including all transfers to and from the airport and the different hotels and islands, so all you have to do when you land, is gather your luggage and find the man holding up the SVECHNIKOV placard. Andrei drags the one large checked suitcase and his carry-on behind him, his backpack secure on his back. You’re left with your rolling carry-on and the old Jansport you’re using as a personal item for travel purposes.

“Mr and Mrs Svechnikov?” The man smiles at them. “I am James, I will drive you to the hotel.” He takes the suitcase from you and tries to take one from Andrei, but your husband is firm that he’ll pull his own suitcase. You traipse along behind both men, still taking in the sights and sounds of the Athens airport.

The heat hits you the second you step foot outside, a warm wall that has you sweating witching a few feet. The sun is bright and the air feels thick. You slide your sunglasses over your face and push up the sleeves of your travel sweatshirt, grinning like a fool at Andrei. He shares your smile, looking around at the mountainous surroundings.

It’s about a half-hour drive to the hotel and you find yourself dozing, leaning against Andrei’s arm, as you drive. The time difference and lack of sleep over the past few days are catching up to you. The warm of Andrei’s body next to yours isn’t helping. But after your little nap, you feel refreshed when you get to the hotel. So refreshed that you immediately drop the bags off and start exploring the neighborhood. Andrei holds your hand as you walk, taking in the vibrant surroundings and the smells of amazing food. You bounce on the balls of your feet every time you spot a stray cat and squeal when you stumble on the Acropolis.

“Oh my god, Drei!” You grin. “We’re actually here. Like we’re actually, really in Greece on our honeymoon.”

He laughs and kisses you. “I know, solnyshka. It feels like a dream.”

The entire trip is a dream. You get up early the next morning and hike up the slope of the Parthenon to see the Acropolis. It’s hot, but beautiful. You looks around in awe, overwhelmed by the history and architectural work. Andrei asks a couple if they’ll take a photo of the two of you and he pulls you into his arms, holding you against his side and smiling widely for the picture. You lean up to kiss his cheek for another photo.

By the time you start the walk back down, it’s even hotter and the crowds are getting out of control. Andrei is at your back, keeping a watch as you go down the marble steps. Once you get to the bottom, you get two frozen lemonades, plain for Andrei and strawberry for you, and lean against a nearby wall to suck them down and cool off.

“There’s so much history here,” you say, looking around. “It’s just so cool! I mean, to think that the Acropolis was built so many hundreds of years ago and it’s still standing.”

“Nerd,” he teases you affectionately.

After a few days in Athens, you’re shuffled off to the ferry via car service early in the morning. It’s still dark when you get in line to board and you’re wrapped in a sweatshirt while you lean on the big suitcase. Andrei’s hand is warm on your back and your legs tingle a little, still sore from the marathon sex you’ve been having. You sip at your coffee, enjoying just how strong the Greek coffee is. “We definitely need to bring some of this coffee back home,” you say, holding your cup up for Andrei to have a sip.

“A cup of this before a game and I’m flying,” he agrees.

“You could use that, old man,” you tease him, nudging his foot with yours and he smacks at your ass a little.

“Brat.”

You smirk at him. “Guess you’ll have to punish me, then.”

Andrei’s eyes darken in the dim light, but before he gets the chance to say anything, the line starts moving and there’s an announcement that boarding is happening. You shuffle along, Andrei’s hand reaching out to pinch your ass, making you yelp. When you look back at him, he just smiles innocently.

The ferry ride to Naxos from Athens isn’t very long, just about four hours, but it’s long enough for you both to get in quick naps once you find your seats. Andrei has his legs propped up on the suitcase, keeping it close, and your lips tilt up at the sight of him with his head back and his baseball cap over his face. You snap a picture.

Naxos is gorgeous, but your hotel is smack in the middle of nowhere and has an outdated 70s vibe that makes you think of murder motels. It’s an uncharitable thought because everyone is so nice and polite, especially when they find out you’re celebrating your honeymoon. The beach is a thirty minute walk in one direction and the town is more than an hour’s walk in the other. You manage to figure out the bus system and are on the beach, laying on side-by-side lounge chairs in under an hour. The water is too gorgeous to be real and it’s warm enough that you don’t have to tentatively step in and get used to it.

The days pass by in a blur of sun and sand, picnics packed for lunch, and in one memorable afternoon, a stumble on a nude beach.

“Oh my god!” You yelp, eyes going wide. “We have to turn around.”

Andrei’s laughing so hard he can’t speak, averting his eyes from looking directly at all the old people baring it all. You cover your eyes on the side like you’re wearing blinders and speed walk back in the direction of your chairs. “Solnyshka,” Andrei calls after you, still laughing, “it’s natural! What if I decided to strip down? Would you run away from me?”

“No!” You smother a horrified laugh. “But you’re my husband and your balls don’t hang down to your ankles. It’s not exactly a hardship to look at your naked body, Andrei!”

“Well that’s good to hear,” he deadpans. A smirk cracks his facade and he starts to giggle again. “You just looked so horrified.”

“They’re old! And wrinkled! And their skin is like leather - has no one heard of moisturiser?” You shake your head, planning on rubbing in another layer of sunscreen when you’re back at your chairs.

Dinner is usually a relaxed affair, sitting at some taverna by the water, plates of appetizers covering the table. You have a Greek salad with every meal, thoroughly enjoying the feta and fresh tomatoes. Naxos is known for their cheese, so you order a cheese platter one night and share approximately two pieces with Andrei, fighting each other with your forks. He distracts you, pointing over your shoulder and exclaiming that he sees dolphins, and when you look over to see nothing, he pulls the cheese plate to himself and protectively encircles his arms around it, laughing when you start tugging at his hands. There’s this amazingly bright beet dip - a perfect magenta pink and so addictive with the grilled pita bread.

“I could marry this dip,” you moan.

Andrei raises an eyebrow. “I could be okay with polygamy.”

After Naxos, you take the ferry to Paros - just an hour on the boat and you’re in a completely different location. It’s amazing how efficient the ferries are and how civilized the whole process is. You get to keep your luggage the whole time and since seats are assigned on your ticket, no one fights for a seat.

Paros is a gorgeous island. Similar in size to Naxos, but more built up. Your hotel is magical - a true five star - with palm trees by the pool and perfectly manicured grounds. There are hot pink flowers everywhere and you breathe in the fresh air, feeling like a different person.

“I love this place,” you sigh, stretching out on a lounger next to the pool. Andrei toasts you with his drink, something in a coconut that he’d never normally order at home.

“Top hotel so far,” he says, tucking one hand behind his head, making his bicep pop. He’s been running in the mornings, to counterbalance the food you’ve been eating. But he’s also been so relaxed, which is something you’re glad to see. The last few years have been a lot on him - his ACL injury that had led to a shortened season when he returned followed by the deep playoff run leading to the eventual Stanley Cup. He needed a minute to unwind.

He reaches out over the distance between your chairs and wiggles his fingers at you. You reach your own hand out and let him lace your fingers together. Unfairly, he’s tanner than you are, his skin turning a nice golden brown under the Greek sun. Andrei’s thumb traces over your knuckles.

Neither of you say anything, just enjoying the company and quiet.

The beach is a two minute walk from your hotel, so in the afternoons, you make your way over there with just your towels to swim in the sea. You’re actually addicted to the Mediterranean now and have no idea how you’re going to go back to swimming in the Atlantic. There’s some cliffs around the beach and Andrei eggs you on to climb them and jump off.

You’re a chicken when it comes to stuff like that, but with Andrei encouraging you, and screaming all the way down, you jump from a decently high cliff. The adrenaline rush is unparalleled and Andrei enthusiastically responds when you jump into his arms, kissing him hungrily. With the buoyancy from the salt water helping, Andrei carries you into a secluded cove, shadowed by the cliffs you had just jumped off of. He presses you against the rocks, scraping your back, and twists his fingers in the ties of your bikini bottoms.

His fingers edge under the fabric and you squirm, wanting him to touch you. “Come on, Drei,” you urge him. “Touch me, please.”

“Anyone could swim by, zhena,” he murmurs against your neck, licking at the drying salt.

“Not if,” you gasp, letting your head fall back as Andrei licks and bites your neck. “Not if you’re fast.”

He hums against your skin, still toying with the fabric of your bottoms. Your legs are wrapped around his waist and you can feel the hard heat of his cock pressing into you. You grind down against him and he bites your shoulder in a little warning. “You like this?” He asks, slipping his index finger under your bathing suit and letting the tip of it tease at your swollen folds. The cool water laps around you, keeping your temperature down. “You want people to see you, my love? You want them to see me give you my fingers, see how many of them you can take?”

“I…yes…Andrei, please,” you whine, heels kicking against his back while you clench around the tip of his finger. “I…more… pozhaluysta.”

It’s a dirty trick, using your limited Russian, because you know he finds nothing hotter. Andrei slips two fingers inside of you and crooks them, forcing a cry from your throat. You press one hand against your lips to muffle your noises as he fucks you with his fingers, adding a third after only a few seconds. “You wanted this, my love,” he rasps, “don’t be quiet.”

“Andrei,” you whine his name, toes curling. Your hand fists in his hair and he hisses a little when you tug. His fingers are thick and rough inside of you and it doesn’t take too much longer before you’re clenching around then and coming on his hand. “Fuck,” you mutter, going boneless in his arms.

“Good girl,” Andrei praises you, kisses your shoulder. “I think it’s time for a nap.”

Your eyelids flutter and he carries you through the water back to your towels. Your legs are jelly underneath you, but you wrap yourself in your towel, pressing against his body to feel his erection press into your lower stomach. “You know,” you murmur, “there’s a hammock on the patio of our room.”

Andrei raises an eyebrow at you. “We have a good time in hammocks,” he says slowly.

Agreeing, you continue, “and the bathtub in the room is very, very big. Probably big enough for, say a 6’2” Russian and his brand new wife.”

“We should test that out,” he says, seriously, nudging you through the sand and back to the road leading to your hotel.

Turns out the tub isn’t quite big enough for the both of you and more water splashes over the sides than stays in, but you giggle your way through a bath that’s more groping than anything. The olive oil soap is a nice amenity, getting you both extra slick and slippery - which does eventually result in you banging your knee against the side of the tub, but it’s worth it when Andrei kisses the spot, working his way up your inner thigh.

After the bath, you dry each other off and roll around on the bed, making out and touching each other, but not really doing much more. It’s been a long trip and you’d like to be able to walk at the end of it. You order loukoumades - Greek doughnuts soaked in honey syrup and dusted with cinnamon - from room service and curl up on Andrei’s lap out on the patio to enjoy the warm night and the sweet treat.

Andrei feeds you a doughnut and you purposefully suck his fingers into your mouth when you take a bite. He raises an eyebrow at you and you giggle. “You know,” you say quietly, enjoying the peaceful evening, “one day, I’d like to bring our kids back here. Be the annoying parents that talk about their honeymoon and show their kids all the amazing sights and restaurants.”

“That would be nice,” Andrei replies, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Rent a villa and let them run around in the sun. We should have them learn Greek too, that way someone can translate.”

“Can you imagine?” You grin, leaning back against his chest. “Little babies running around switching between English, Russian, and Greek? They’ll be the smartest kids is Raleigh.”

“And the cutest too, probably.” He nuzzles his nose against the side of your neck. “As long as they look like you.”

Warmth floods your stomach, thinking about a little gang of Svechnikov babies. In your imagination, they look like Andrei, his warm brown eyes and that dimple. You curl closer against him, daydreaming about that future.

Your last island is Santorini and you’re actually spending the least amount of time here, just four and a half days before you fly back to Athens for an overnight stay before leaving for home again. Santorini is gorgeous, but it’s definitely the most crowded of the islands and the most touristy. The blue domes against the white washed buildings are beautiful and the sunsets are as gorgeous as promised. But, after the slower paced Naxos and Paros, you find yourself getting a little cranky with the crowds of Santorini.

“I think you need an ice cream,” Andrei says, guiding you towards one of the many ice cream shops. “You’re getting that hangry look in your eyes.”

“These people just don’t move!” You grumble, following him. “It’s so crowded and if they all stop in the middle of the path…” You throw your hands up in exasperation.

“She’ll have the kataifi,” Andrei says to the woman behind the counter, ignoring you, “and I’ll have the chocolate hazelnut.”

Your ice cream order’s been fairly standard over the past few days in Santorini - the kataifi ice cream is cinnamon-y and sweet and has chunks of the crunchy kataifi phyllo and nuts mixed it. You take the cone and happily tear into it, already feeling a little better as you cool off. Andrei takes his cone and pays, joining you against the wall of the shop. You’re busy keeping your ice cream from melting all over your hands and so when Andrei leans over and licks from the edge of your jaw to your earlobe, you’re so startled you nearly drop the cone entirely.

“Andrei!” You yelp, turning on him with wide eyes. “What the —“

He smirks at you and points at the opposite wall where a blue neon sign proclaims ‘it’s not going to lick itself.’ You blink at the sign briefly and then start giggling. “Just doing what the sign tells me,” he says innocently.

“I don’t think that’s what it means,” you murmur, flicking your gaze down to the front of his shorts.

“You can lick that later,” Andrei promises, grinning. He licks his ice cream scoop very deliberately, flattening his tongue around the scoop and swirling it. Your cheeks flush and you bump his hip with yours. He captures your hand and squeezes, tugging you out of the shop and back into the packed streets.

You wander a little more, popping into a jewelry store where you immediately spot two puppies playing and squat down to play with them. Andrei disappears for a minute, but you’re too distracted to realize he even left until he’s back, hovering over you, asking, “ready to get going?”

“Where’d you go?” You ask, giving the dogs one more pet each before standing up and taking Andrei’s hand.

He waves his other hand, “just around. Looking at souvenirs.”

“Okay,” you squint at him a little suspiciously, but don’t question it. “I think we’ve covered everyone actually, unless you want to get anything else for your parents.” The entirety of one of your carry-on suitcases is dedicated to souvenirs, and there’s spill over into the big suitcase, so you’re kind of hoping Andrei’s done with gifts.

He shakes his head, “I think I’m good.” He smirks at you, “besides, we don’t have any more luggage room, right?”

“You do listen to me!” You laugh.

“Of course,” he kisses your knuckles. “Happy wife, happy life, right?”

Your last day on Satorini is spent on the volcanic black sand beach, relaxing and fooling around in the sea. “I’m going to miss this,” you say, toes skimming the sand while you float in the deep water.

“Let’s come back next year,” Andrei suggests, tipping his face back to the sun. “Another two weeks, there’s hundreds of islands we haven’t seen.”

You find yourself getting a little emotional. “Yeah,” you whisper, emotion clogging your throat, “that would be nice. But it would just be a vacation, it wouldn’t be another honeymoon.��

“No,” Andrei floats over to you and kisses you softly, “it won’t be. But it’ll be a good first anniversary trip.” He kisses your cheek. “Or maybe a trip to celebrate a pregnancy.”

“I love you,” you whisper, wiping at your face. “This has been the best trip, Drei. Honestly. I can’t wait to take a million more.” You loop your arms around his neck and his arms come around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“You made it the best trip,” he says, dimple popping. “There’s no one else I’d rather spend two and a half weeks island hopping with or getting lost on the way to the beach with. I wouldn’t stop whenever someone else pointed out a stray cat or dog, just you, solnyshka.”

You snort a laugh, “you’re really angling for me to lick something, aren’t you?”

“Well,” Andrei smirks, the sun glinting off of his tanned skin and his brown eyes twinkling, “I wouldn’t say no to a little licking.”

There’s a lot of licking on your last night in Santorini and you both sleep in the next morning, enjoying a lazy start to the day and getting breakfast delivered to your room so you can pack and eat on your own time. The flight back to Athens is only an hour - you spent longer going through security and waiting to board than actually in the air.

You’re only in Athens overnight before you have to leave for the airport at 11, so you make the most of it, wandering around and getting a little bit lost before having a final dinner in a romantic little taverna. Andrei passes a little jewelry box across the table to you while you wait for dessert.

“What’s this?” You trace a finger over the box.

“A present,” he smiles.

“You already gave me a pretty good present,” you hold up your left hand, flashing your engagement ring and wedding band.

He laughs a little. “I know. But this one is to remember Greece.”

You look at him, shaking your head a bit, and pop open the box to find a cross that looks exactly like his, but smaller. “Andrei,” you look back up at him, “this is - it’s just like yours.”

You know Greek and Russian Orthodox are under the same umbrella and Andrei had poked his head into a few churches, doing the cross and dropping a few euros to light candles. You’d gotten married Russian Orthodox and even though it’s your own background, your family was far enough removed from being in Russia that religion wasn’t a major aspect of your life growing up.

“I saw it the other day,” he says. “And you don’t have to wear it, but I thought it might be nice. For us to have matching crosses.” He pauses. “For yours to be a memory of the honeymoon.”

You’re halfway to tears as you’re pulling the chain from the box and clasping it around your neck. “Why are you the most thoughtful, sentimental man in the world?” You lean over the table, the cross around your neck swaying and bumping your chest, and cup his face in your hands to kiss him deeply. “I love it and I love you.”

Andrei’s cheeks are a little pink when you sit back down. He shrugs one shoulder. “I wanted you to have a little piece of me too, when I’m traveling.”

“I’m not taking it off, Drei,” you murmur, tracing your fingers over the cool metal. His own chain is just barely visible under the collar of his shirt and you eye it. “We’re clearly going to have to come back and get more for the future Svechnikov babies.”

He laughs and catches your hand, kissing your palm. “Whatever you want, zhena. Whatever you want.”

A warm breeze carries through the street and it’s the perfect night to end your honeymoon.

#andrei svechnikov fic #andrei svechnikov x reader #andrei svechnikov x you #andrei svechnikov imagine #andrei svechnikov

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March was a productive month, and not just because I read a good number of books. I also started writing again after a bit of a slump, and I managed to unhaul 37 books from my home library, though some of them have not actually left the house yet. The used bookstore I went to didn't take everything so I have to decide which one I'm hitting next. Or if I'm dumping the bulk on a thrift store because let's be honest, most used bookstores aren't going to want what's left either.

Can you tell I got rid of that many? Only if you saw the state of things before. My shelves are neat and tidy with no books wedged on top of other books to make things fit.

And I was so, so close to ending the month without buying more books! I really thought I was going to manage it! And then, well, I mentioned the used bookstore, right? I've been meaning to read Delaney but few bookstores stock him, and Lincoln's Dreams is one of the only Connie Willis novels I don't own. (That shop also had stickers, and a cute bookmark I can't show you because whiting out the identifying features would ruin the effect.) Under the Smokestrewn Sky was a rescue, of sorts. Why return it to the publisher when you could just buy it, right?

Anyway, in terms of books read, there were some really good ones! And only one that was not so great. I think I'm done reading and collecting Rat Queens and might need to include those in the next unhaul. And don't get me wrong about the Evie Dunmore. It is a Good Historical Romance Novel. There's just something about it that didn't work for me.

Click through to see everything I read this month, in the rough order of how glad I was to have read them.

I Love Russia - Elena Kostyuchenko, translated by Bela Shayevich and Ilona Yazhbin Chavasse

Portraits and memories of the unsung Russia—the poor, the broken, the marginalized.

10/10

🏳️‍🌈 author

warnings: so many, including but not limited to misogyny, homophobia, genocide, violence, sexual violence, drugs and alcohol, abuse, child death, suicide

reading copy

True North - Andrew J. Graff

The Brechts move to Michigan to restart a rafting business. They hope it’ll save their family, but it might do the opposite.

7.5/10

Menominee secondary character

library book

Sociopath - Patric Gagne

As a child, Patric knew something about her was off and kept countering a lack of feeling with dark acts. As a young woman, she learns the definition of “sociopath” and it changes everything. Out in April.

8/10

neurodivergent author

To a Darker Shore - Leanne Schwartz

When the invention that should have guaranteed Alesta's future fails, her best friend takes the fall and is sacrificed to the demon besieging their kingdom. To rescue him, Alesta must descend into hell, where she learns truths about her society—and her gods. Out in April.

8/10

fat protagonist, autistic main character, major autistic secondary character, 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters, autistic author

warning: classism, strict religion, autism-related ableism

reading copy

The Temple of Fortuna - Elodie Harper

Amara’s living as a courtesan in Rome but misses her lover and daughter in Pompeii. When she returns to the city, her needs and desires are sent into turmoil—and Vesuvius has started to rumble.

8/10

🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (sapphic), Ethiopian secondary characters

warning: misogynist society, sexual violence, slave society

Funny Story - Emily Henry

What do you do when your partners dump you for each other? Move in together, of course! Out in April.

7.5/10

Iranian-American secondary character, Black secondary character, 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (sapphic)

warning: toxic relationships, mainly in backstory

reading copy

Welcome to the Hyunam-Dong Bookshop - Hwang Bo-reum, translated by Shanna Tan

Tired of fulling expectations, Yeongju opens a bookshop. She’s not the only one to find happiness there.

7.5/10

Korean cast, Korean author

library ebook

Aftermarket Afterlife - Seanan McGuire

The Covenant has started actively pursuing the Prices and their allies, and all Mary wants to do is protect her family.

7/10

🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (lesbian, gay, bi man), Korean-American secondary character, 🏳️‍🌈 author

warning: canon-typical violence, bigots

library ebook

Knife Skills for Beginners - Orlando Murrin

Paul Delamare is filling in for a friend at a cooking school when a body is found on the premises.

6.5/10

🏳️‍🌈 protagonist (gay), Black British secondary character, 🏳️‍🌈 secondary character (sapphic)

reading copy

Let Them Tremble - Wolf Epley

The revolution is brewing and both the workers and the government refuse bend. Throw in a destroyed print shop, ghosts, and malfunctioning Shroud devices, and you know things won’t end well.

7/10

major disabled character (partial blindness, limp, hand disfigurement), cast largely of non-racialized colour

won/digital reading copy

The Gentleman’s Gambit - Evie Dunmore

Catriona needs to avoid distractions to write her book but is pressed to help her father’s new colleague around Oxford. Elias needs her help if he ever hopes to smuggle antiquities out of the Ashmolean.

7/10

🏳️‍🌈 protagonist (bi woman), Lebanese love interest, Lebanese secondary character

warning: colonial/orientalist characters

library book

Rat Queens, Vol. 5 - Kurtis J. Wiebe with Owen Gieni (illustrator)

Palisade’s problems continue, including hallucinations, a hipster bar, and a sinister wizard.

6/10

major Black character, major 🏳️‍🌈 character (lesbian), 🇨🇦

off my TBR shelves

Children’s Books

Penelope Rex and the Problem with Pets - Ryan Higgins

Mittens hogs the bed, eats from the trash, and causes all kinds of trouble—and Penelope didn’t even want them!

Currently reading

I’m Afraid You’ve Got Dragons - Peter S. Beagle

Robert doesn’t want to be the country’s dragon exterminator on the best of days, but then Princess Cerise meets Prince Reginald. Out in May.

reading copy

Music from the Earliest Notations to the Sixteenth Century - Richard Taruskin

A history of early written European music, in its social and political contexts.

The Penguin Complete Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle

Victorian detective stories

disabled POV character (limb injury), occasional Indian secondary characters

warning: racism, colonialism

Monthly total: 12 Yearly total: 32 Queer books: 4 Authors of colour: 1 Books by women: 8 Authors outside the binary: 0 Canadian authors: 1 Classics: 0 Off the TBR shelves: 1 Books hauled: 3 ARCs acquired: 5 ARCs unhauled: 7 DNFs: 0

January February

#booklr #bookblr #book recommendations #book recs #reading wrap-ups #read in 2024 #my photos

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deadbydad · 2 months

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I want to give you my opinion on Cloud/Tifa/Aerith relationship. I found some ideas you wrote before to resonate a lot with my opinions. My impression of Cloud and Tifa relationship is that is based on guilt trip, projection and childish infatuation, mostly coming from Tifa. She was the center of attention among her friend when she was a child, which she admits that she liked. I guess Cloud as a child makes the promise to impress the popular girl, because he has a childish crush and because loners tend to be attracted to extrovert people most of the times, he wanted to pe part of Tifa's group of friends. There is also the sory of their fall from the bridge and how Cloud gets blamed, it can be traumatic to a child to be shunned for something that wasn't his fault and Tifa didn't help in this matter. Tifa, on the other side, I think she was impressed by the promise because, hey, a guy wants to join SOLDIERS and be there to protect me. After their village burned and their parents and childhood friend were gone, it kind of makes sense that both Tifa and Cloud want to maintain the connection between them because of their common backgrounds. Also there is a guy, Johnny, who likes Tifa, but I guess he is not cool enough for her. What I find weird about their whole "love" story is how they still have feelings. Like, seriously, after 5 years people move on and their mindest changes. Relationships don't work on a childish promise of "I will protect you", if they do, they will most probably crumble after a time. I believe that love is about complementary personality, same interests, understanding, maturity and playfulness from time to time. To me, playing both the Remake and Rebirth games without knowing the OG story, Cloud and Tifa relationship can't truly be a romantic one. It feels awkward and baseless and childish. She feels jealousy over Aerith after she meets her for the first time because it seems like Cloud might have feelings for her, which I find it, again childish and awkward. She was never a good friend with him and they met after 5 years, time in which both of them experienced different things. And for the most parts of her interaction with Cloud, I feel like she projects a persona on Cloud that she would like him to be, an ideal, but doesn't really know how to handle/act, and at times I feel like she is annoyed with his vulnerable, inconsistent moments of his. For example, in Chapter 13 in that temple in Rebirth, when Cloud is under Sephiroth influence and wants to attack Elena, she goes to stop him, he gives on attacking her, but pushes Tifa away and she shows a sad face, like most of the times. Where Aerith, tries to adapt on the situation, she tries to encourage him, smile, acknowledge his problems and not blame him. I think there is more depth in Aerith and Cloud's relationship and it feels more natural, they meet and simply connect, whereas Tifa and Cloud's seems shallow, just on the surface. I don't disagree that both Tifa and Cloud care about one another, but they lack romantically compatibility. I think that AC shows that even more, the ending and credits are quite enough proof. He might go back to their place in AC, but he will still feel the need to run away from to time to time, which it's not really a healthy behaviour if you would speak about a romantic relationship. I guess there could be made whole pages of analysis on every scene, these were just some stuff that stood out seeing the story for the first in both Remake and Rebirth and then watch AC.

THIS!!

This is why I don't like Tifa, because of how she treats Cloud and her jealousy issues when in reality...

Cloud never was hers to begin with, so I don't see why she has this mindset that 'he promised to save me so he must still like me' which is false

Tifa, in my opinion, needs to grow up and realize that Cloud isn't the only option.

There's Rude and Johnny who literally have crushes on her and I think Tifa and Rude would be so cute together.

There's also Reno, and Zack, and fucking Barret!

Tifa has options, Cloud just doesn't seem to be one of them and she has to move on from the fact that he likes Aerith.

Yes they both care for one another but not in the same way

@kpoplovermjm

#tifa lockhart #aerith gainsborough #cloud strife #final fantasy series #final fantasy vii #ff7 rebirth

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Not About You - 35

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x ofc

Warnings: nope

Lucy woke slowly, blinking against the light in the room. Elijah sat on the edge of the bed beside her one of his hands holding hers. He didn’t bother with the lie of a smile as his gaze moved from her to where Damon sat behind her. “Please give us a moment.”

Damon kissed her temple before getting off the bed. “I’ll be right outside if you need me, baby.”

She nodded but didn’t turn to look at him. She couldn’t stand seeing that defeated expression on his face again.

Damon shut the door behind him as he left and Elijah frowned after him. There was no point in the younger vampire leaving the room if he was just going to stand in the hall. He’d be able to hear everything. Elijah also wasn’t going to ask Damon to get lost in his own home.

Lucy licked her lips and untangled her hand from Elijah’s to reach over and flip on the small box on the nightstand. She turned the volume all the way up and the sound of ocean waves filled the room. Elijah looked at her in surprise. “White noise machine. Works wonders.”

He smiled softly. “I’ll have to keep that in mind.” He removed a vial of what looked like blood from his pocket and showed it to her.

“What is that?”

“Niklaus’ blood. It is the only known cure for a vampire bitten by a werewolf. If it doesn’t work on you…” he trailed off, unwilling or unable to finish the thought. He cleared his throat. “There are some things you need to be aware of before you drink this.”

She studied him for a moment before nodding once. He wasn’t happy about whatever he needed to tell her.

He sighed and took her hand back in his. “As I’m sure you have gathered, Niklaus can be…difficult. His beginnings were unhappy. Our parents were cruel to him. I failed in protecting him as I should have. He was my younger brother. It was my job and I failed. He has a warped sense of right and wrong. Imagine an abused child with the rage issues of a werewolf and the heightened senses of a vampire. It’s usually not pleasant.”

Pain stabbed through her again and she hissed as she arched her back. Elijah gripped her hand more tightly and brushed her hair from her forehead. Once the wave of agony passed, he took the rag lying on the bedside table and wiped her face down.

“We can discuss this in detail later, right now I will give you the abbreviated version. That blood belongs to my evil hybrid brother but it is the best chance at saving you. I hadn’t talked to my brother since he confessed to dumping our siblings in the ocean. As you know, my intention was to lure him to Mystic falls using the doppelganger as the bait and kill him.” The muscle in his jaw worked as he clenched his teeth and took a breath. “I gave him Elena to save you. I gave him my chance for revenge, but that wasn’t enough for him.”

“What did he want?” she asked when he didn’t continue on his own.

“He gave me the blood with the understanding that if you drink it, you will meet with him when he comes to town and you will owe him three favors of his choosing.”

She blinked in surprise. “So I live, in theory anyway, but I will owe three unspecified favors to the evil Original hybrid?”

“That about sums it up, yes.”

Silence stretched as she thought, considering all the things the hybrid might ask her to do. “You gave him Elena?” Lucy wasn’t certain exactly what that meant. She didn’t care for the girl but wasn’t sure how she felt about someone else’s life being traded for her own.

He shook his head. “In a manner of speaking. I gave him her name and location. It puts him in control of the situation which I don’t care for, but it can’t be helped.”

She took the vial from him and turned it in the light before handing it back. “Being alive and tied to the hybrid is better than being dead. I haven’t been able to keep anything down, though. What if I just throw it back up?”

He hummed. “Damon had mentioned.” He opened his suit jacket and pulled a syringe from the inside pocket. “I came prepared. Let me see the wound.”

He sucked his brother’s blood into the needle before injecting it directly into the bite. She screamed through clenched teeth and he uttered a quiet apology. He laid the needle on the table but kept the neck of the shirt shifted so he could watch see the injury.

At first, Lucy felt nothing but slowly the itching and burning eased. It was almost as if someone spread something cooling over it.

A few moments later, Elijah sighed in relief. “It is healing.” He let go of her shirt and placed his hand on her chin to turn her attention back to him. “How are you feeling?”

She took a deep breath and did a quick mental inventory. “Better.” With a still trembling hand, she reached over and took the glass of water from the nightstand. She took a large swallow, closing her eyes in relief as it cooled her sore throat. When several minutes passed and it didn’t make a reappearance, she threw herself at Elijah and wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you, Elijah. Thank you so much.”

He returned her embrace and held her tightly. “You are welcome, little one. Though I fear you won’t be thanking me when you meet my brother.”

“We’ll deal with that when he gets here.” She pulled back to look at him. “Not a word about this to anyone, Elijah. I mean it.”

He nodded his head once. “You have my word.”

Elijah left via the window wanting to avoid the Salvatores’ questions for the time being. Lucy opened the door surprised to find the hallway empty. With a frown, she wiped herself down with a washcloth and changed her clothes not wanting to take the time to shower just yet. She was surprised Damon hadn’t already come back to check on her and wanted to find the reason for it. That meant searching him out, not just calling his name.

As she headed down the stairs and heard raised voices. The brothers were fighting. She headed toward the library as that appeared to be where the voices were coming from.

“It’s John Gilbert, Stefan. He tried to kill me or did we forget that already? He can’t be trusted.”

“I’m not saying he can, but you can’t just kill him,” Stefan tried to reason.

“Why is he here anyway?” Damon sounded more frustrated than angry.

“Caroline said Elena sent for him. He claims to know about the sacrifice. Bonnie found out the Martins are working for Elijah so they’re disregarding everything they were told by Luca. Apparently, Elena was under the impression we would do our best to save her because she’s Caroline’s friend.” Lucy’s lips twitched at the annoyed undertone in Stefan’s voice.

“I can’t talk about this anymore, Stefan. Lucy is upstairs possibly taking her last breath even as we speak. I couldn’t care less about the save Elena squad right now.”

Lucy opened the door just as he said those words and both brothers snapped their heads in her direction. Stefan smiled and Damon’s eyes widened. “Lucy,” he breathed. Then, before she could even take a step into the room, he was in front of her. His hands cradled her head and he looked her over before pressing his lips to hers. He pulled her against his chest and wrapped his arms tightly around her as he continued kissing her head. “Thank god.”

She looped her arms around his waist. “I’m okay, Day. ‘Lijah fixed me.”

“How?”

“Can’t tell you that. Not yet.”

“It doesn’t matter as long as you’re alright,” Stefan said as he laid a hand on her back and kissed her temple. “I really wasn’t looking forward to having to tell Caroline her bestie was gone.”

“Shut up, Stefan,” Lucy said, her voice muffled against her vampire’s chest. The brothers laughed and Stefan left the room. Damon lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist to keep balanced. She was struck again by how much she loved him.

Whatever the hybrid may ask of her, it was worth it for this.

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tvd

a delena imagine

blood.

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''I said leave me alone, Damon!"

I push her back gently, still at arms reach, to look down at her face. the redness, her tears, and her hurt were all a result of my betrayal

"Elena, baby, let's talk about this, please -" my arms wrapped around her middle as she throws little punches to my chest. "You lied, Damon!" She takes an unsteady breath, "You told me you'd stopped, Damon!" Her voice becomes muffled as she hides her face against my chest. "I should have told you." I shake my head as I bite in my lower lip.

When Elena and I got together, I vowed off human blood and turned to animal blood, It made me a better, more serene man. But when news came out about the sun and moon curse a few weeks ago, I had no other option but to turn back on to human blood-for my strength. I had to for Elena. What kind of man would I be if I willingly stayed weak at the risk of my girl's protection. Nonetheless, I understood her feelings towards the matter. After Stefan's tragic misuse of human blood, with him losing control of his addiction to the blood, she had every right to hate me for my decision. But I wasn't Stefan

"I have it under control, Elena, I promise you" My voice was barely a whisper, It broke me seeing her the way she was, her face crimson, soaked with tears and puffy from her wiping away tears with her harsh textured sleeves. "That's what he said, Damon," Elena shook her head at me. "I'm not my brother, Elena. I can handle it, "I assure her.

She gulps hard before she slips against me. Her body falls against mine until she lands on the wooden floor. She tucks her knees to her chest, whilst her sleeved- covered hands hide her face.

I fall to my haunches before her, placing my hands on her knees as I watch her. her chest was heaving, and her cries filled the room, both the image and the sound burning into my mind

"Elena -" I begin to say, but she cuts me off. "I'm staying with Stefan tonight." she sniffles as she begins wiping away at her tears. My eyebrows furrow at her, "No." My voice trails off as I watch her rise up to her feet. I shake my head as she approaches the door. I run to the door, standing in front of it as my hands are busy behind me, with shutting and locking the wooden door.

"Damon, please, I don't want to do this tonight, My head is -" she takes a heavy breath as her

hand reaches her temple. "it's pounding, Damon." She shakes her head. Her eyes began watering again, pleading me to move.

I sighed, stepping aside. I opened the door for her and watched her as she narrowed her eyes at me. "Goodnight, Elena." I let out a ragged breath as she took slow steps, reaching up to me. "I truly am sorry, Elena." I whisper, but it's loud enough for her to hear.

I wasn't sorry for drinking the blood, I was sorry for not telling her about it sooner or about the way she found out. But I had to do what I did. For her

She gives me a frown before she pushes past me, I hear her run down the hallway and to Stefan's room. The door slams, and one of Stefan's vinyls plays almost instantly after.

My eyes roll - that was definitely Elena's doing. She would have wanted to blur out the noise, knowing that I would have eavesdropped on her and Stefan's conversation.

I followed by shutting my door before walking over to my oaked desk. Letting out a string of profanities whilst I do so.

My hand reaches for the bourbon bottle before I pour it out into a crystal glass. I toss back the burning liquid down my throat, and I follow that three times before grabbing the neck of the bottle, taking it over to the couch where I lay.

"Fuck this" I muttered before I reach into my back pocket of my jeans. I grab my phone and dial Alaric's number. He answers on the first ring.

"What can I do for you, D?" Alaric's chirpy voice had me grimace through the phone. "The Grill in fifteen?" I get straight to the point. I hear Alaric's low chuckle through the phone, "Already there, brother."

Hastily, I end the phone and make my way to grab my leather jacket. I threw it on and made my way over to the Grill.

I sent Stefan a text, letting him know I was out.

"Let me guess, Jenna?" I raise a brow as I pull out a seat beside Alaric. He turns to me, rolling his eyes. "I don't know what to tell her man, She's better off away from all this." He shakes his head as he passes me a glass of bourbon. "Elena thinks it'll keep her safe if she doesn't know." I shrug. "It's Elena's call." He shakes his head before tossing back his drink.

I follow in pursuit, with my drink before the bartender tops it off. "Enough about me." Alaric sighs, "What have you done this time?" He asks. "She knows." I scoff. Alaric's eyebrows raise. "About me taking human blood." I look at him from the corner of my eye. "She's mad?" He asks. I nod.

"You understand why, though." Alaric says. "Stefan," I mutter. Alaric hums. "She'll come around, D." He reassured me. I hope so

A few hours later, it was early morning of the next day. The Grill had closed for tye night a couple of hours ago, so Alaric and I found ourselves buying a bottle of bourbon from the convenience store before settling ourselves on a pavement, which led to the Park.

"I wish she would just understand that I'm doing this for her!" I exclaim, the buzz off the alcohol making me feel heighted. "That's the thing, brother, no matter what - " Alaric begins to say, but a hiccup interrupts his spiel. "It's always us men in the wrong, even when all we're trying to do is protect our girls." He splurs. I hum at his spiel. "Cheers to that." I knocked down a gulp of the golden liquid down my throat before passing the bottle over to Alaric, where he followed the same action.

A buzz from my pocket had me reaching for my phone, but once I saw the caller id, I stashed it back into my pocket and continued having a heartfelt conversation with Alaric.

Up until his phone began buzzing, he reached for tye pocket inside his jacket and answered the call without checking to see who it was. "'Ello'. He chirps. I focus on the call, hearing Elena's sweet voice over the phone.

"Are you with him, Ric? Is he okay? Where are you? Shall I come get you both?" Her worry makes my lips curl. Alaric mindlessly gives me stare before tossing over his phone to me. I shake my head before tossing back his phone.

"Ric?" Elena's voice is now concerned. Alaric let's out a huff before shaking his head at me. He gives me a scowl before bringing his phone to his ear, "He's in bad shape, Elena. I think he's spiralling." Alaric lies as a smile is spread along his lips. He gives me a playful smirk whilst I clench my jaw.

"Bastard," I mutter before snatching his phone from him, "I'm f-fine, E-Elena." I stutter. "Can I come get you?" She asks. "I don't wanna be home right now, Elena." I tell her. "J-Just stay with Stefan." I sigh before ending the phone.

"Is it bad that I get incredibly jealous when she always runs to my brother?" I ask Alaric. I swallow the lump in my throat. Alaric bites his cheek. "They were friends well before they started dating, D." Alaric takes a pause to look at me. "But Stefan wouldn't do that to you, and god, anyone could see how infatuated she is with you, you have nothing to worry about." He nods his head curtly.

I hum at Alaric's words, nodding along. I find myself reaching for my phone and over to Eleba's contact. I share my location with her before putting my phone back in my pocket.

"They'll probably be here soon." I tell Alaric.

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Less than ten minutes later, Stefan's car pulls up in front of his. Alaric and I stand from sitting on the pavement.

Stefan gets out of the car first. Before he reaches Elena's side, I run over to open her door. She takes my hand and gets out of the car giggling.

I see Stefan rolling his eyes before he goes to talk to Alaric. I shut the car door and pressed Elena's back against the Porsche. "I love you, Elena. I'm sorry." I shake my head to the side. She brings her hand under my jaw and leans up. "It's okay." She smiles against my lips. "I talked to Stefan, he explained to me why you did it." She nods her head to my brother, which has me turning my head to him.

He watched the two of us with a small smile. I narrowed my eyes at him before turning back to Elena. My lips instantly collided with hers. She smiles into the kiss whilst her hands rest on my nape.

"I love you, Damon." She whispers against my open lips. she teasingly lets her tongue run across my bottom lip. I squeeze her hip, making her breath out a small moan. My lips quickly catch hers again, my tongue slipping in, naturally.

"Okay, okay, that's enough." Stefan grimaces. "Save it for the bedroom." He shakes his head, Alaric lets out a chuckle. "It's called being in love, Stefan." I smirk, but my lips quickly frown when I realise what I had just said.

"I didn't mean it like that -" My eyes flicker between Elena and Stefan."It's fine, Damon." He bites his cheek before giving Elena a sad smile.

"I'm s-sorry." I stutter. "Damon, it's okay." Stefan smiles. I nodded at my brother before looking back at Elena, who was still against the car.

My eyes narrow at the car, "So where are Alaric and I sitting?" I nod my head over to the two-seater Porsche. Stefan's jaw drops as his hand goes to scratch the back of his neck. "Oh," Elena drags out.

The four of us look between ourselves, "Alaric, you go with Stefan." Elena says. "Let's go on a walk, Mr. Salvatore." She smirks, grabbing my hand. She skips down the road, and I follow her down the road. "Be careful!" Alaric shouts out. "Yes, Dad!" I reply sarcastically, following Elena. We reach the end of the road when Stefan's car drives past us, making a sharp left turn.

Elena hums to herself as her eyes flicker between her left and right. She turns on the right turn. My eyebrows furrow. "It's left, Elena?" I question her. "Are you in a rush to get home, Damon?" She whispers seductively. she moves to stand in front of me. Standing on her tiptoes, she leans up, placing a kiss on my jaw.

"In a matter of fact -" I hum as she runs her lips down the side of my neck. "Elena -" I warn her, my head shakes. I grab her wrists before losing myself in her eyes. "I desperately want to go home." My head dips imbetween her neck and shoulder. My breathing was heavy against her. I feel her swallow a lump in her throat.

"Take me home, Damon." She says, breathless as she arches her front against me. She wraps her arms around the back of my neck.

"Please."

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Second Chance Addition

Second Chances (Part 10): Second Chance Addition

Summary: First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes... - Marcus and Elena POVs

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x OFC!Elena

Rating: 18+ series, 18+ rated chapter

Warnings: Plot involves labor, birth, and breastfeeding (nothing too descriptive, I swear, but we’re playing safe). Fluffy moments.

Word Count: 2,112

Author’s Note: This is done for now, but I could be persuaded to write more for the Moreno family in the future. Hint Hint (My asks are open, though I can’t guarantee I’ll write what you ask for or when I will.)

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It was just after two in the morning when Marcus woke to Elena shifting uncomfortably on her side of the bed, a hand pressed to her belly.

“Are you okay honey?” he inquired, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

She met his eyes and sighed as whatever was bothering her left her suddenly. “I think I’m in labor.”

Marcus sat up in bed at that, concerned. “How long?”

“A few hours maybe,” she replied, sitting up too. He had to help her. “It was painless at first. I thought it was just those fake contractions the doctor talked about, but it’s been getting slowly more and more intense.”

“Have you been timing them?” he asked her, doing his best to sound calm, though he felt a familiar nervousness sweeping through him. This being Elena’s first pregnancy they probably didn’t need to worry about getting to the hospital anytime soon, but he knew tracking the time between her contractions was an important part of the waiting. He remembered hating the waiting part.

“Last was fourteen minutes apart,” Elena informed him with a sigh. “I used the alarm clock to time it. Still likely have a long time to go, like the doctor said it’d be.”

Marcus rubbed her lower back. “Anything I can do?”

“Nothing right now,” she replied.

“You should try to get some more sleep while you can,” he suggested.

She made a face at him. “By the time I fall asleep another one will wake me up.”

“At least try to close your eyes,” he told her. “I get it’s easier said than done, but you’ll need it.”

She nodded but a fear developed in her eyes. “What if my water breaks while we’re in bed?”

He laughed a little and kissed her temple. “We’ll get a new mattress. Don’t worry about it, honey. You getting whatever rest you can get is far more important.”

They both managed to get in short naps throughout the night, but they were up at the crack of dawn as Elena’s contractions started getting intense enough for her to feel the need to pace around. As she did so, Marcus packed whatever they’d need for the hospital into the car and made some calls. To the hospital, to let them know how far along she was, and to his boss, to let her know that he wouldn’t be going into work for the rest of the week or the next. All heroics were allotted at least two weeks to spend with their families when they had a new addition to them. It was far more than most men got in the US and he was grateful.

Once he’d done that and he and Elena had dressed up, he made them breakfast, eggs and toast, not sure if the doctor would let her eat once they got there. Elena was standing, bracing the back of one of the kitchen chairs, when Missy entered the room.

“I smell breakfast,” she declared, before the smile on her face turned into a frown. She’d noticed the pained expression on Elena’s face. “Are you okay?”

Elena gave her a short nod and breathed deeply as the contraction passed. “I’m okay. I’m just having contractions.”

“You’re in labor!” Missy exclaimed, wide eyed. “I thought your due date was only in two weeks?”

“Babies rarely come as scheduled,” Marcus informed her as he flipped the eggs in the skillet before him. He glanced over his shoulder. “In fact, you were a week late.”

“It’s close enough not to matter,” Elena finished, sitting down on the chair she’d been holding and taking a swipe at her sweaty forehead.

“Is it time to go to the hospital?” Missy asked.

Elena shook her head. “Still only eight minutes apart. But we’re getting there.”

“Eat up,” Marcus told Missy, shoving a plate in front of her and Elena. “After this I’m going to call your abuela to stay with you here. She’ll bring you to the hospital when visitors are allowed in the room.”

Missy’s eyes brightened. “So I can skip school today?”

It was March 30, and a Thursday, so her school was still in session.

“If you want,” Marcus decided. “I’m not going to force you to go and I think the teachers would understand if you’d be too distracted for it.”

“Yes!” she nearly shouted. “I don’t think I could bare listening to Miss Landry talk about algebra problems knowing my baby brother or sister could be born any second.”

“I’ll call it in then,” he promised as he sat down in between her and Elena, who’d already started shoving her eggs down. Probably wanted to finish her meal before the next contraction.

After she was done eating and Marcus and Missy were halfway done, she called her parents. They lived on the opposite coast, but they’d promised to jump on the next available flight.

Missy then did the dishes while Marcus made his planned calls. Anita showed up in record time.

“How far apart are they now?” she asked Elena, who’d since taken to the couch and the comfort of Marcus’ arms.

He was stroking her back when Elena answered, “Six minutes apart.”

Anita clicked her tongue. “That’s close enough. You two best be going. Keep me updated.”

They both knew better than to argue. “Will do,” Marcus swore.

She shooed them out of the house and they were on their way.

Five minutes into the drive, ten minutes from the hospital, Elena had another one. She reached out to him at a stop light and squeezed his arm tightly. Her grip was a little too tight, but Marcus didn’t care. He knew what she was going through hurt way more.

“You’re doing great honey,” he reassured her. It wasn’t a lie. She was handling this better than he’d expected, was being more contained than she needed to be. But he could tell by the way she chewed on her lower lip that it wasn’t for the lack of pain. “Breathe through it,” he reminded her.

She nodded and did so until the wave passed. When it did, she splayed a hand out over the expansive mound at her waist and closed her eyes in momentary relief. “I knew it would hurt, but I didn’t think it’d hurt this bad so soon.”

“You can change your birth plan if you want,” Marcus told her. “Get an epidural. It’ll help.”

Elena shook her head, eyes baring iron will. “I refuse to get jabbed in the spine. And I’m strong enough to do this.”

“Didn’t say you weren’t,” he said as the light turned green as he drove forward. “There’s nothing wrong with making it easier on yourself.”

She shook her head again.

He sighed. A part of him wished she’d change her mind, but he also admired her stubbornness. She knew what she wanted and would stick with it until the end. Not many people were like that anymore.

Besides, there were other ways to help her deal with the pain, and he silently promised that he’d do everything in his power to make sure he and the hospital staff were doing everything possible to make it a little more bearable for her. It was the least he could do.

It was another seven hours before you heard your baby’s cry accompanied with a rush of relief, both mentality and physically. Seven hours of intensifying pain that you didn’t know could get worst until that day. Seven hours that blurred in your mind as soon as your baby was laid out on your chest by Marcus himself, who’d been allowed by the doctor to catch them at the last push, as you both had planned.

“We have a son,” he told you with tears in his eyes, and you cried with him, because finally your baby was here and he was as perfect and wonderful as any baby could be. Ten fingers and ten toes, a thick layer of dark head hair, and a set of lungs you knew you’d regret at night, but were grateful for in the moment. He was alive, he was healthy. That was all you’d needed after the last eighteen hours, particularly after the last hour of pushing.

You were riding high on emotions and hormones for a while after as the doctor and nurses checked out your son, cleaned you both up, and had a lactation consultant briefly come into the post delivery room to show you how to properly nurse him.

After you’d fed him you’d passed him over to Marcus, who gleefully took him in his arms for a proper cuddle. You couldn’t remember a time he’d ever looked so joyful, and it warmed your heart, combating the ache that had settled into every part of you. You were tired and sore, yet also content.

“Get some rest,” Marcus murmured, kissing you on the forehead. “I’ll take care of Teo.”

You smiled. Teo. You and Marcus had decided on that name for a boy about a month ago. You were glad you’d figured that out then. That way he didn’t have to go without a name while you rested.

When you became aware of your surroundings again, when you stirred from your nap, Missy and Anita were in the room, fawning over Teo, who was still in Marcus’ arms. You glanced at a clock on the wall, discovering that it had been three hours since you’d closed your eyes.

You’d awoken because Teo had started putting up a fuss.

“He’s probably hungry again,” Marcus guessed.

“Give him to me,” you ordered, and his eyes shot in your direction, surprised. He hadn’t noticed that you’d awakened.

“You’re going to need some food too,” he said as he hesitantly passed Teo back to you. You understood why he struggled with it. If you hadn’t been so exhausted earlier, you’d have wanted to cling onto Teo too. To stare down at his little face and figure out what parts of it belonged to you and what parts belonged to Marcus. You’d do it soon enough.

“I’ll let the nurses know she’s awake,” Anita declared, heading for the door, dragging Missy with her. “Come with. You didn’t eat supper either. Let’s find something in the café.”

“Hope you’re feeling okay,” Missy called back to you.

You couldn’t help but chuckle as she fought against Anita. “I’ll make it. I’ll see you in a bit.”

Missy nodded and obeyed Anita. After they’d left you guided Teo to your right breast and let him drink. You were thankful that he had a healthy appetite. It was one of those things you’d fretted about before he was born. If you’d be able to feed him and if he would suckle well.

Marcus sat down next to you on the full-sized bed and squeezed your shoulder. “You did amazing, honey.”

“I didn’t have much of a choice,” you countered with a laugh. “But I’m so glad he’s here. I don’t regret it.” You were a mom again. You’d given the human being in your arms life. Thinking about it made you a little breathless. Why did something so common feel so astounding?

Marcus smiled at you, having noticed the light in your eyes. “I’m glad.”

“Going to take time to wrap my mind around the fact that he is this big and yet he still managed to come out of me,” you said humorously.

It was his turn to laugh. “He’s seven pounds, four ounces. They said that was average.”

“Didn’t feel that way.”

Marcus smartly suppressed a second laugh, pressing his forehead to yours instead. “I love you so much, Elena. Words are not enough to show you how much you mean to me. You’ve given me more than I could’ve hoped for. When we first met I didn’t dare dream we’d get married, let alone have another child. I couldn’t have dreamed that I’d found the best person to share the rest of my life with. But I had.”

You tilted your head to kiss him on the lips, arms still holding Teo securely against your chest, though he’d stopped nursing. “I love you too, Marcus. And you’ve given me as much back. If I was your second chance, you were my first. And I’m so grateful for that, for the family we share together.”

He grinned and you felt your heart jump. You grinned back. You couldn’t imagine his smile ever getting old.

You knew life would never be perfect, that you and Marcus would have bad days alongside the good ones, but in that moment you also knew that come what may, you’d face it together.

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sooo i wrote the thing i was talking about in this post and wow did it take more time to write than i planned. honestly i blame enzo, he talks too much and has too many opinions

so context for the fic, damon has been having lots of flashbacks from the previous timeline and nightmares these days so he has more and more trouble to appear fine and sometimes everything is too much for him

it's also happening after season 3 with main differences:

-alaric didn't die and get turn into an enhanced original vampire because damon kept an eye on him and made sure he didn't die more than he already did before coming back so ester couldn't corrupt his mind

-elena still gets turned into a vampire but still no idea how it happened since there was no super evil alaric to kill

-mason didn't die as well (or maybe he did, haven't decided yet) (but if he doesn't die, he will totally bitch with damon about katherine and how she manipulated them and made them fall in love with her. it's how they bonded)

-no idea what happened with ester and how they got rid of her

and during season 4 where they are trying to find the cure (jeremy is one of the five)

also damon has marks that look like burn scars on his arms and his back (hellfire) and a symbol on his chest (emily's mark to send him to the past and to protect him because him being in the past could count as being a disruption to natural balance)

Seeing Damon, seated cross-legged on his bed with fingers tightly pressed against his temples, is sadly unsurprising but nonetheless worrying. He knew it was bound to happen with how Damon spent the whole day zoning out, eyes looking at things that weren’t there, brows slightly burrowed as if he was fighting a headache. Enzo knows he is the only one who noticed—or maybe not, if the occasional glances the witch kept sending the older vampire’s way were any indication, and Enzo absently wonders what she sees, because he knows she can’t perceive what he does—

(the hurt, the despair and the guilt, the blood, the death and the fire)

so he wasn’t surprised when he witnessed Damon leaving the living room, so silently the only reason he noticed was because he didn't take his eyes off the older vampire. It took almost twenty minutes for the others to notice the oldest Salvatore was no longer with them and for Stefan to worry about where he was. At their questioning glances, Enzo simply stated that Damon was in his room before leaving as well.

(Sometimes Enzo wants to shake the younger Salvatore so hard, wants to crack his head open while screaming at him to just look at his brother, to see how much he’s hurting, all the things he hides behind sarcasm and apathy and monstrosity. He wants to gouge his eyes out just so he would have a reason to not see. And other times he wants to tear him apart because he can’t help but reminisce about hope and faith slowly shriveling as days and months and years accumulated, as blood kept pouring and screams became better than silence—because if he screams it means he is still alive it means you haven’t lost the most important thing you have left in this instant)

After closing the door as silently as possible, Enzo takes in the heavy air in the room, feeling like ozone and something electric, magic but not before focusing on his friend, his tense form on the bed, his breathing deliberately slow, sharp contrast to his heartbeat, too fast for a vampire. Slowly, Enzo walks closer to the bed, making sure to make some noise. Even if he’s sure the other vampire heard him, he doesn’t want to risk having a cornered, distressed Damon near his throat. When he notices Damon isn’t reacting save from a little tightening of his shoulders, he sits down on the mattress and waits.

“I’m fine.”

Enzo takes the time to look at his friend’s face, thin lips, burrowed brows and tightly closed eyes. In sum, in pain.

In sum, perfectly, absolutely fine.

Not even bothering to answer—did Damon really think he would believe him—, he edges closer and only then is he able to see the light, barely perceptible tremors that run through Damon’s arms, more noticeable around his hands where they’re pressed hard against the skin.

“Damon.”

The other vampire doesn’t answer, just curls a bit on himself, bringing his knees higher and his elbows closer to his body. Removing his shoes (because Damon will absolutely chew him out if his mud-covered boots so much as touch the silk covers, well… he will when he doesn’t look like a particularly sad puppy, as blood-sucking as he is, one scream away from collapsing into itself and—great now he just wants to hug this metaphorical puppy), he makes himself comfortable on the bed face to face with the older vampire waiting for him to acknowledge him.

When Damon realizes that he is not leaving and that he will not win at the waiting game (Enzo has plenty of experience in waiting and Damon is not particularly known for his patience, quite the contrary), he finally opens his eyes to glance at the younger and Enzo nearly wishes the other stayed how he was. He knows the look Damon is sending him is supposed to be a glare, to convey his annoyance at his presence but all Enzo can see is the shine. Gleaming blue eyes looking at him and… fuck he didn’t think it was that bad.

Damon must read something on his face because his eyes harden, a sneer appearing on his lips.

“I’m fine. Go away.”

Enzo has to act quick if he doesn’t want Damon to completely close himself off.

Suddenly Enzo wants nothing more than take every single person who made Damon so cautious and insecure about his hurts and vulnerabilities the simple thought of having them feels like a weakness, of showing them a burden, and tear them to shreds, piece by piece so they can feel every hurt, every tear they forced Damon to keep for himself. He wants to watch them burn, helpless and begging for mercy. And okay, maybe this is a bit extreme, but he spent seventy years being tortured, cut open, reduced to nothing but a mass of bones and blood. He long lost faith in mercy, leaving him only with a rage so intense and unending he wants to put the world on fire, scorching it into nothingness, just to sit on its ashes (or maybe dance, Damon has always loved dancing) and revel in the resulting absolute and beautiful desolation.

(When Enzo is left with nothing but fierce everlasting rage, he needs to unleash it because he knows, otherwise, it will simply consume him and everything around him. But—

—his torturers are all dead. Enzo remembers the ravages Damon left when he came back and rescued him, the complete destruction of everything Augustine represents, in pieces, covered in red and burning so hot he could almost feel the flames licking at his body, but this time, a promise of freedom instead of a promise of pain and blood.

—no matter how much he cursed the man, hated him with a searing, blinding passion, Enzo has long accepted he could never harm Damon. No matter how much he tried—and tried he did—. So many times (too many times part of him cries) he found himself looking down at the other vampire, straddling him, a stake pressed on his chest, tip piercing the skin just above the heart. Just one pressure and the wood would slide right through the bone. Blue eyes looking up at him, blankly, calmly, just waiting to see what he would do. So accepting Enzo wanted to scream at him to defend himself, to stop making himself so vulnerable. To do something because he left him to die, he killed one of the most important people he had and he shouldn’t accept to die. He doesn’t have any right to let Enzo kill the last person he has left. He did scream a few times, eyes burning with tears, until his throat was so sore the only sounds that left his mouth were rasps of rage and despair, and all he could do was throw the stake so hard against the wall it exploded in thousand fragments before collapsing, curses on his lips and apologies and regrets on Damon’s.

So while he doesn’t care whether the world burns and crashes, he will be damned before he lets anything happen to Damon. If he can’t direct his rage to the ones who wronged him—all dead and ashes and unable to harm them anymore—, he has no issue focusing it on the people who hurt his person.)

Distractedly wondering if it would be possible to resurrect one Guiseppe Salvatore, just to have the pleasure of killing him atrociously, Enzo practically jumps on the other vampire, taking his wrists into his hands. The glare Damon sends him is ferocious, and Enzo is sure if he were anyone else, he would have lost a few fingers for his trouble. When he’s certain he actually won’t lose any part of his body, he slowly lets go of the other’s hands and moves until he finds himself behind Damon, against the head of the bed. Even though the older vampire is watching him, he still lets a soft noise of surprise when arms grip his waist to pull him against the other’s body. He fights the hold for a moment until the younger vampire tightens his arms and drops his head against shoulder.

For a moment, everything is still and silent except for their breathings, one calm and deliberate, the other rapid and jerky until it progressively slows down. The shaking doesn’t stop though and when Enzo notices the tight grip Damon has on his own arm, hard and grinding—he is surprised the bone hasn’t given way yet—, he places his own hand on the other’s to make him relax his grip.

He turns his head, his lips barely touching the other vampire’s skin, but he still feels Damon react, how he inhales abruptly and presses himself more against him.

“It’s okay.” And he drops a faint kiss where the shoulder and the neck meet and Damon simply… stops. Falls further into Enzo like a puppet with its strings suddenly cut. A whimper escapes his mouth, something like a sob. Enzo kisses him a second time, this time on the neck, right on the pulse point. “I’ve got you.”

The next kiss lasts longer and, after removing Damon’s hand from his arm, he starts rubbing his thumb on the already healing bruises, feeling the sharp and still-getting-used-to contrast between cold and warm.

(This is something new. Where now sit marks—burn scar-like—, Damon’s skin is an interesting and unnatural mix of cold and warm skin. Vampires and undead cold. Humans and living warm. The first time he noticed it, he wasn’t able to contain his curiosity. But, when he questioned it, Damon shut down. Frozen and staring into space, watching things only he could see. He stayed like that for almost one hour, not even realizing how long he was in this state nor remembering what the question was. It was enough for Enzo to know not to ask about it again.)

His arm still around Damon’s waist now sits under his T-shirt, gently stroking his ribs, enjoying the light shiver that follows his hand. His lips stretched slightly, and he knows Damon felt it because he hears the beginning of a growl that ends up in a strange and entertaining mix between a groan and a moan when he starts dragging his nails instead. Enzo lifts his head, laying his cheek on the other’s shoulder, when he feels Damon turning his head. Placed like this, their noses bump before they can look at each other. When their eyes meet, Enzo smiles at the glint of amusement in Damon’s eyes. Because he much prefers this to the empty stare the blue-eyed vampire has been displaying all day, he slightly moves his head, rubbing their noses together once again. He is rewarded with a small chuckle, barely a sound but here in the way Damon’s lips stretched up a little and his eyes lighted up for a second. Feeling a bit lighter than when he entered the room, he can’t resist pressing his lips against the other’s and revels in the soft moan of surprise he gets in response. Damon doesn’t reciprocate, but he feels him relaxing, heartbeat finally calming down to a vampire-normal one.

When they separate, and since they’re already all feeling and soft, he murmurs a faint “I love you” and—wow the look he gets is so precious, so fragile it is heartbreaking.

(Seriously, tomorrow the second-class scooby gang (Yes, Enzo thinks pettily, they don’t deserve Capital Letters.) better be on their best behavior, or heads will be rolling.)

“I love you.” He repeats, making sure to look the other in the eyes, and kisses him one last time before repositioning himself behind Damon, bringing him closer. The other vampire leans against him, grabbing the hand next to his arm and starts playing with it. With the way he seems too focused on their linked hands, Damon must be thinking about something. Used to him sometimes needing time to organize his thoughts before speaking, Enzo simply waits for him to be ready to speak. Absently he goes back to stroking the other’s ribs, head resting against the headboard and his eyes closed.

Somewhere between his thoughts about the probability of making Stefan disappear without Damon noticing (zero percent) and if cheese chips and chocolate ice cream would make a good combination (the idea has some merit), Damon stopped fiddling with his hand, dragging his forefinger the long of his fingers instead. Enzo gets distracted by the change and almost misses Damon speaking.

“I love you too.”

Well, speaking might be the wrong word. The words are said, barely a whisper. And without his super-hearing, he would have missed them. Before he can respond, he feels Damon tensing a bit before he moves, so that they are facing each other, more or less with Damon still seated between his legs and his own arm around the other’s chest.

His eyes meet blue eyes, intense, filled with determination.

(God, Enzo loves these eyes. Haunting unforgettable breathtaking eyes.)

“I love you too. I know I don’t say it often. But I do.”

(Be still, vampire-heart. No need to beat like a normal human one.)

“I know you do. You made it pretty clear from the moment you came back to rescue me.”

That seems to take Damon by surprise who can’t help but blurt a stunned “What?”, eyes wide open.

“I mean I didn’t let myself believe at the beginning because… well obvious reasons,” and Enzo is pleased to see the other is not looking away for once, despite the flicker of shame and guilt that still flashes in the blue eyes. “But trust me, thinking back about it now, it’s really evident. You came back. For me.” Enzo takes the way Damon opens his mouth, probably ready to refute what he is saying, and glares at him. What he wants to say is hard enough. After a few seconds of hesitation, he takes a breath. “We talked about it. Several times. You know what I think and you know I forgave you. The thing, Damon, is yes I was angry and hurt and I felt betrayed. But there were days I was… not happy but relieved you could say. Because you got out. Because, deep down, I knew if you hadn’t left me, you would have got captured again and it would have meant the year prior would have been for nothing. That whole year, starving like I never did, always feeling on the verge of desiccation, would have been in vain. Plus, who knows what they would have done to you after you killed every attendee at the party. They were vicious afterwards.”

(And they were. The year that followed the massacre at the New Year party was atrocious. The scientists who survived or who weren’t there felt vindictive—like they had any right—and they took it out on him. He was an easy target for their revenge. The experiments became harsher, unforgiving and downward crueler—something he didn’t think was possible after fifteen years in their clutches. And if the physical torture wasn’t enough, he was feeling hurt and betrayed in the worst way possible. And so angry. There were days he was so furious the pain of the experiments barely registered. He would spend these days on the operating table planning how to take revenge on Damon in the most brutal and devastating way possible.

He knew everything about him, it would have been so easy to ruin him irreparably. Because Damon, for all he appears callous and impervious, cares. So much it is ludicrously frighteningly simple to hurt him.)

“But this is not what I was getting at. I mean, we can talk about it again. If you want. But another day. When at least one of us is emotionally able to lead this kind of conversation. What I wanted to say originally is… you came back. And no matter how angry, hurt or relieved I was that you weren’t there with me anymore, I still hold that hope that you would. Come back I mean.” For some reason, Damon looks particularly stricken at that, something heavier than guilt shining brightly in his eyes and Enzo almost wants to ask about it. Doesn’t because he knows Damon will not answer. “Of course, the hope I had that you would rescue me flickered a lot. Some days I felt ridiculous thinking you’d save me because I saw you turn your humanity off and you probably thought I was dead. But some days I was thinking to myself that maybe today would be the day you wake up and realize I didn’t die that day and that you’d come.” Unable to look at Damon for his next words, Enzo lowers his head, staring at their linked hands instead. “These days were the worst.” At the sharp inhale from his ex-cellmate, he stares down more intensely. “Because at the end of the day, I was still in this cell and I felt so stupid. But as stupid as hoping was, it… helped me. In some kind of cruel way. Because, if I had hope, I had something to hold onto. I couldn’t keep relying on anger to survive. I would have gone crazy. Lost myself in ways everything they did to me would never have. But, these last years, it was getting harder and harder to hold on to something positive. The fatigue, the pain, it made it easy for all the negative emotions to break through. Even then, I was losing my grip on them. And all of a sudden, after fifty years, you are here. You are standing in front of my cell, covered in blood. Then, you open the door and I’m out of the cell. I’m walking through the lab and there is blood and bodies everywhere. Until you shoved that guard at me so that I could drink, I was still persuaded it was a hallucination. A very elaborated one my brain conjured to… torture me more I guess. Damn, I don’t even remember where I was getting, but the bottom line is you came back when I thought you wouldn’t.”

When he finally looks up, he swallows. Damon looks devastating, he can practically see his heart breaking in his eyes. Enzo hesitates. He didn’t mean to make Damon feel worse. Maybe he should have waited for him to be emotionally more stable. Releasing the other’s hand—and pretending not to hear the wounded sound at the action—, he puts his two hands on Damon’s cheeks, making sure he is looking at him.

“You came back and got me out when you could have left me there,” Enzo can’t help but feel a bit relieved when he sees the other frown, protective anger in the lines of his face. “And then you didn’t leave me alone, you stayed, and you took care of me.” Dark eyes stare straight into wide blue ones. “At first, I thought it was out of guilt, and maybe it was, partially. But I know you. Guilt alone wouldn’t make you stay or help. Or keep still while someone is pointing a stake at your heart.” The last part is said with a bit of reproach despite Enzo knowing it is useless. Damon has something akin to a martyr complex but instead of the whole thing about sacrificing himself for people’s sake, he is willing to die if he feels he deserves it. In a fucked-up way, despite how it angered him at the time—still does to be honest—, Damon not trying to defend himself and looking ready to accept whatever punishment Enzo had for him, even death, was what convinced him Damon was earnest, made him realize how important he was to him.

(He swears, people who say Damon is unable to feel any sort of remorse have never seen him actually deal with guilt. Probably because it presents itself as recklessness and stupid impulsive decisions. Ordinary Damon things. But the thing with guilt is that Damon takes all of his worst traits and makes them worse.)

Because Damon has a thing about deals and debts. He particularly noticed it these last months, seeing him interact with people who are not himself nor doctors and their assistants. How he would carefully formulate his sentences, always letting himself some ground to defend himself if something goes wrong. How he would retaliate if he thought someone wronged him, or someone he cares about, one way or another. And okay maybe what he considers as wrongdoings is very subjective, but meet them and you find yourself confronted with a particularly violent and vindictive vampire. Enzo would have thought the others would have noticed it at this point, particularly the wording thing. But since he has arrived, they were still as careless as ever with their words and as clueless about Damon’s.

He is pretty sure the only person who caught on is Elijah, but it is probably because the Original vampire is as careful as Damon with his phrasing. Hell, the two practically made a game out of it, see who will be able to outword the other first without anyone noticing it—except Enzo who usually watches the two going at it with amusement. And keeps score. At the moment, they’re tied. Damon won the last point after the questioning and suspicious look Klaus sent his brother. (The victorious subtle but not really smirk Damon sent to Elijah made Klaus glance pointedly at the younger vampire. All it did was make Damon smirk more obnoxiously, this time mockingly at the hybrid. Enzo was already planning how to steal Klaus’s blood to cure the idiot from werewolf venom.)

“You don’t make a habit of showing your caring unless you actually do care, and even then you have to know what to look for. And you haven’t stopped since then. You think I haven’t noticed how you always seem to have blood bags close at hand. How you always make sure to be between me and the biggest threat in the room—which, I see how you keep flicking your eyes between me and Stefan, as if you don’t know whom to stay close to. Sometimes you look like you’re one blink away from kidnapping us out of the situation. Or one of us so that you can completely focus on the other. It’s cute in a way. Pretty sure Stefan thinks it’s unsettling the way you stare at him, but at least I get to laugh at his growing paranoia.”

A small laugh escapes Damon’s mouth. This little feud between Enzo and Stefan never stops amusing him.

“I love you. And I know you do too.” Right, this is what it was about originally. “You show it to me every day. I don’t need you to say it all the time.”

Damon simply stares at him in response, a small frown appearing between his brows. “It doesn’t mean I couldn’t say it more often.”

“And it is nice hearing it. But it doesn't mean I need to hear it, you already show it to me every time, every day.” When he sees Damon's brows furrow deeper, lips thinning in displeasure, he adds. “Stop being a stubborn dolt and just accept it.”

Now at the risk of incurring Damon’s wrath, Enzo's lips turn up in a small smile at the face the other vampire is making—which is not a pout because big bad vampires do not pout. (And it's not big bad wolfy who will disagree. His expression when he was told by his brother that his idea of turning Mystic Falls inhabitants into vampires so the littlest Gilbert could complete the map better stayed an idea was not a pout. Enzo sometimes looks at Damon and Klaus and can't help but laugh because no wonder these two can't get along, they're just too similar in the worst possible way.)

“I’m not saying all this to make you feel better. I am telling you. I have never doubted it. Believe me, when you’re being all you,” at the confused tilt of head he gets, he simply smiles, “it’s not hard to tell. I mean, even your brother knows you love him and you are a lot meaner with him. And… and I have no idea what we were talking about but I love you, you love me, we love each other, it’s nice.”

Damon raises an eyebrow, all judgment and wow, Enzo can see the resemblance between both Salvatore with this expression. “It’s nice? Really?”

“Shut it! I didn’t really plan on being all emotional today.”

The light amusement on Damon’s face straight away dies out and Enzo kind of wants to hit himself for it.

“Sorry. Today just felt… too much.”

Enzo smiles sadly and cups Damon’s face with his left hand, making sure to look him in the eyes. “Want to talk about it?”

The answer is obvious on Damon’s face, but after sighing, he still answers. “I thought I was doing okay, but they started talking about the most efficient way to kill as many supernatural creatures as possible. And it was too much because they are basically talking about mass murder and, I mean, I don't particularly care but… I don’t know, today I didn’t feel like listening anymore.”

“Well, if it makes you feel better, there was no progress on this front after you left. Doubt there has been any since I left.”

“Give them a few hours, they’ll come up with something. They can be particularly ruthless when it comes to their interests.” With a slight frown, he adds. “I better find a good place to hide the stake.” At Enzo’s questioning glance, he says. “I don’t trust them with something like that.”

Something in the way Damon said this sounds strange to Enzo. But aware the raven-haired vampire will not answer him, he doesn’t push. “What about your human buddy? Can’t he dissuade them from doing anything stupid?”

“You really think they’ll listen to Ric? I mean, Jeremy might but that’s all. And even then, the others can easily talk him into whatever shitty plan they think up. Believe me, it’s easier than it seems to convince little siblings to do what you want.”

Seeing how just thinking about what the Scooby Gang could come up with seems to suck out all of Damon’s energy, Enzo brings his other hand to the other’s face before kissing him. Damon instantly relaxes at the contact and leans forward to deepen the kiss. Thanks to their dampened need to breathe, the kiss lasts a few minutes during which Enzo lets himself think of nothing. Simply Damon seated between his legs, solid and real. His hands holding the dead-cold skin. One of Damon’s hands resting on his hip and the other gripping his knee. Enzo lets a moan escape when he feels Damon’s hand slides under his T-shirt, rubbing slow circles with his thumb. Feeling the other’s lips stretching into a smile, Enzo retaliates by biting them, fangs out, savoring the taste of blood on his tongue and the grunt accompanying it.

Finally breaking the kiss, Enzo’s attention zeroes in on the already healing bite and resists the urge to reopen it. A temptation starting to be too strong when Damon almost makes a show of licking his lips to get rid of the blood. So instead, Enzo focuses on the blue eyes already looking right at him. He lets himself a few seconds to lose himself in being Damon’s sole focus, gently stroking his cheeks, watching how the raven is leaning in at the movement, not breaking eye contact. He smiles, a tiny little thing, when Damon turns his head, taking his thumb in his mouth to nibble at it, not even piercing the skin. Sometimes Damon has the cutest little habits.

“Feel like doing anything?”

Damon lets his thumb go and stops to think, observing the younger vampire closely—probably (certainly) to determine what Enzo wants—so Enzo makes sure to keep his expression open, letting him know that the choice is entirely his, that he is okay with whatever he decides. After several seconds of scrutinizing, Damon seems to come to a decision. Still fixated on the other vampire, he slowly shakes his head.

“Not really. Not today. Can we just…” He seems to hesitate—shy as Damon Salvatore should never be—before gesticulating his hand between them and the bed.

Enzo doesn’t wait to agree, having immediately understood what Damon meant.

(Someone needs to remind Damon that it is alright to simply want to cuddle without sex involved. That if he wants someone to hold him, he just has to ask.)

(Realizing that the love of your life you spent a century and half trying to save from a fate worse than death lied to you and only used you for sex had certainly led to some serious self-love issues. Enzo would really like to have more words with Katherine Pierce. In retrospect, maybe he should have burned her the first time he met her. Because she damaged Damon so deeply Enzo has a visceral need to hurt her. And Enzo could appreciate the irony)

“Yeah, we can.” Letting the other go, Enzo takes his place back against the headboard and puts his arms around Damon’s waist when the older vampire pushes himself against him. Damon immediately grabs one of his hands in his before he starts playing with it. When Enzo doesn’t feel the other vampire relax after a few minutes, he puts his free hand on Damon’s tight, stroking the covered skin. At the light tensing of the man in his arms, Enzo begins to delicately put kisses on the exposed skin in front of him. He keeps doing so, butterfly kisses on the neck, nothing more, and his hand rubbing lazy circles on the other’s tight, not moving higher or lower, until he feels Damon slowly relaxing in his embrace once he is certain Enzo has no intention of going further.

The air around them feels lighter and lighter every second Damon unwinds a bit more until Enzo doesn’t feel like he’s about to be struck by lightning anymore. Instead, all he feels is warm contentment, and he lets himself be lulled into a soft feeling of security he doesn’t think he has ever been able to feel until Damon. Because there is something about the older vampire that makes him feel safe, that tells him he can let his guard down because he knows the other won’t let anything happen to him.

“How about we stop existing for a few hours?” Damon simply hums in response. “No original vampires, no magical map, no cure, and more importantly, no teenager drama. Just you and I between four walls, against the outside world.”

“At least there is no cement wall between us.”

“At least there is nothing to prevent us from cuddling.” He lets a short laugh escape at Damon’s groan.

“Please don’t call it that.”

“I’m calling it how I see it.” To emphasize his point, he tightens his hold and shoves his face in the junction between Damon’s neck and his shoulder. “I’m cuddling you.”

“You’re strangling me. You planning on letting me breathe at some point?” His only answer is the tightening of the grip around him, efficiently constricting his lungs. “Very funny.”

The dry tone only causes Enzo to drop a kiss on his neck followed by a nip right on his pulse point. “You don’t need to breathe.”

Damon huffs before slapping one of Enzo’s legs. “I do. And I’ll need to, eventually.”

“Admit we’re cuddling and maybe I’ll let you.”

“Maybe?” The clutch Damon’s in tightens a bit more.

“I’m very comfortable in this position.”

“You’re trying to crush my rib cage.”

“Cuddling.”

“Cuddling does not involve broken bones. Nor asphyxia.”

“That’s what you think. You just haven’t cuddled anyone in a long time.”

“We— You’re the one who spent decades as a rat lab, what do you know?” He simply gets a hum in response. “Plus, I’m the one who was stuck with a clingy angel-faced little sibling.”

“It was like two centuries ago. Doesn’t count.”

“It was never-happened ago for you. I win.”

“Okay little spoon, whatever you say.”

“How do you even know about that?”

“I’m catching up on modern slang.”

“Please, never say that word again. It sounds wrong coming from you.” Enzo decides to not answer and instead bites the skin on Damon’s neck before sucking. The other vampire inhales sharply. “If you’re hungry, there is blood downstairs.”

Enzo lifts his head to place it on Damon’s shoulder. “And risk bumping into the gaggle of murderous babies. No, thank you.” He sweeps the room with his eyes. “You should have blood in your room. Why don’t you have blood in your room?”

Damon doesn’t answer, preferring instead to settle more cozily against the younger vampire with a faint sigh of content. Enzo adjusts his grip until they’re both comfortable. Damon takes his hand once again, fiddling with his fingers and his ring. With Damon’s fixation with his hands, Enzo is half worried Damon is going to steal them. Or his ring. Damon looks like the kind of person to steal jewelry because he likes it.

After a few minutes of silence, Enzo leans his head toward Damon, chin hooked on the other's shoulder, a small smirk on his lips. He can feel Damon shift at his movement. “So,” from the way Damon freezes, he probably already knows he won't like what he'll hear. It simply makes his smile widen. “What about snuggling?”

Without missing a beat, Damon answers. “I'm disowning you. Starting now and ending never.” But, despite his words, he doesn't move. On the contrary, he leans further backwards and Enzo can't resist.

“Looks like to me you do want more snuggles.”

With a grunt of disgust, Damon makes a move to extract himself from the other's embrace cuddle but Enzo tightens his grip. “Okay, okay, no cuddling and no snuggling. Just you and I against the outside world.” Despite his words, he makes sure to snuggle the other vampire as close as he can. “So, what do you say? We pretend the outside world doesn’t exist and we stay here where nothing can reach us?”

“I like the idea.”

Enzo smiles and starts stroking Damon’s arms with the tips of his fingers until the other is completely relaxed and nearly asleep. He drops a small kiss on Damon’s lower jaw and shifts a bit so they are both comfortably settled. He waits until he’s sure Damon is asleep before picking his phone to write a quick message to Alaric to tell him to not bother them until at least midday the day after. Message sent and not waiting for the confirmation the hunter saw it, he puts the phone down, adjusts his grip and lets his head fall against the headboard, listening to Damon’s breathing gradually lull him into sleep.

They have tons of problems to deal with, but for now, he’s content enough to ignore them. They’ll have all the time to worry about them tomorrow. And the day after. And every day that follows. His last thought before succumbing to sleep is wondering if he'd be able to convince Damon to ditch Mystic Falls and its seemingly never-ending troubles.

END

so this ends up being longer than i planned, sorry for that but i hope you liked it i had fun writing it

i'll probably edit and post it on ao3 at some point, there are stuff i haven't been able to fit here so we'll see

also damon might seem a bit out of character but you should remember that the guy came back from a future where he saw everyone he loved die and he was having a bad week

#vampire diaries #damon salvatore #enzo st. john #denzo #my writing #i'm sorry this is very soft #well softer than what i planned to begin with #for not being here stefan is mentioned A LOT #what can i say #also even if he doesn't like it #enzo knows stefan is very important to damon #it's a whole “i can't change it but i still don't like it”#enzo is fiercely protective of damon #don't worry #damon feels the same about enzo

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Group Three Round Two

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Alex Power (Headcanon) Alex Power, along with his three siblings, Jack, Katie, and Julie make up the preteen superhero team known as The Power Pack. Alex has control over gravity. He can make himself and things and people around him either light as air or extremely heavy. As the oldest he's usually the one in charge. The Power Pack has never been confirmed to be of any particular faith, however there are a few points that point to Mormonism. Their parents are relatively young to have four children. Unusual for non Mormon but easily found in most wards. Mr. Powers is also a scientist (which plays into their origin story) and, statistically speaking, Mormons are lousy with scientists (or science is lousy with Mormons). Also, there's a part in the comics where Dr. Power is wearing a BYU sweater. The colors are wrong, but still, makes you think.

Alphonso Mackenzie aka Agent Mack (Headcanon) Mack is a reserved, down to earth agent of SHIELD. His primary interests are being a mechanic and taking care of his friends. Mack identifies as "a man of faith" but his specific religion is never confirmed. He has a big heart, and a tendency to look after the "lost sheep" at SHIELD. He had a wife and a child named Hope, but after Hope died he and his wife got a divorce. His faith is brought up when he meets Elena, a Catholic Inhuman, who he starts to fall in love with. In one episode, she teases him "you love rules, you were probably a choir boy too," to which he responds "they needed somebody to sing bass." Headcanon: I feel like Mack grew up Mormon, and got married in the temple. But after losing his daughter, the whole concept of eternal families and other church things fell apart for him. Meeting Elena inspires him to start rebuilding his relationship with God on his own terms.

#mormon tournament #poll #headcanon #alex power #agent mack #marvel

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blueflyingturtleontheway · 1 year

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LAST ONE I SWEAR

touching prompt 50 w naomi and mateo

Naomi squeezed through the last few meters of the tunnel and when Mateo's back finally unlocked the exit, she came out to the central room of the temple.

No. Room wasn't the right word. It was a chamber, a hall, a...! She lacked words both in Norberg and Avaloran to describe the sight before her.

The vault was so high the light of their torches didn't fully reach it, and the details of the embellishments remained in the darkness. Multicolored stone reliefs presenting animals, plants and various scenes from the daily life of the temple's creators, run all the way from the ceiling to the floor, where they disappeared in a moat that surrounded the room. Surprisingly, even after hundreds of years, it was still full. The water sparkled and wrinkled slightly, flowing from one end of the room to the other.

Naomi turned around and gasped. The wall with the entrance, instead of colorful depictions of nature or humans like the other ones, was covered almost entirely in gold and blue gemstones. In the trembling light from the torches, she made out the shapes of scales, feathers and two terrifying eyes. She was standing before the biggest relief of a sunbird she's ever saw and they entered through his bared jaws only moments ago.

Her boots clicked on the smooth white marble as she took a step back. She spun around again, trying to take in all the marvels of the temple, and she couldn't find any words to express her amazement. Almost subconsciously she whistled in awe.

Mateo's hand, suddenly slapped into her mouth brought her back to reality.

She shot him a bewildered look and tried to push his hand away. Mateo's other hand was swinging furiously from putting a shushing finger to his lips, to pointing to the wall.

Naomi looked in that direction and realized there's an inscription above the door they entered through. She furrowed her brows, quickly translating the glyphs in her mind and when she finally understood the message her heart froze for a moment. And here she was always making fun of Elena for falling into ancient traps.

She looked back at Mateo and nodded, so he finally took his hand away.

"Sorry," Naomi mouthed silently and Mateo flailed his hands with a panicked expression on his face.

Raising her hands in defeat Naomi signaled that she won't risk saying a word anymore. She thought for a moment and rummaged in her bag for a moment, to take out a notebook and a pencil.

"It's amazing," she scribbled and passed the notebook to Mateo.

"Yeah," he wrote back and after a moment added "What do you think this room could've been?"

"I dunno, a throne room?"

Mateo read her message and shook his head. He frowned and proceeded to write a long explanation on the piece of paper.

Naomi smiled and had to stifle a chuckle. Suddenly she felt as if they were in school again, passing notes and trying not to get caught by the teacher.

...and not evading an ancient curse, yeah, almost the same things. Naomi and Mateo went for an adventure, yayyy! Honestly, they need to spend some time together so Naomi can embrace her inner nerd.

Thank you for all your requests!!

Prompt lists

#my post #answering asks #magicwithineleteo #blue's writing requests #blue's writing #elena of avalor #eoa #mateo de alva #naomi turner

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that-sarcastic-optimist · 1 year

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if you are taking prompts but I would love to see one where Everyone is trying to get klaus and Caroline together and Klaus falls for Caroline right away and everyone knows. She could be in denial and keep refusing him but has a soft spot for him as she gets to know him. And maybe he overhead a conversation recently saying she isn’t interested in him and never will be, and he is really hurt cause he always had good intentions but over time she realizes she 's falling for him and tries to try to tell him and he is always trying to be respectful and not push her? So basically lots of denial on Caroline’s part and mutual pining!

Disclaimer: This is pure fluff. I do not own the rights of TVDU.

“I don’t know about this, Damon.”

“Come on, Elena, this is the only way to do it.”

“No, it isn't,” Bonnie says sharply. “We are not locking Caroline in a room with a sadistic murderer.”

“But he’s her sadistic murderer.”

“Stop it, Damon,” Bonnie snaps. “Klaus is dangerous. He could hurt her—”

“Bon Bon, you know I love you, but we both know Klaus wouldn’t harm a single hair on Blondie’s pretty head.”

“Don’t call her that, Damon,” Stefan says, rubbing his temples, and Damon shrugs. Stefan turns to Bonnie, “Look, we both know that Caroline wouldn’t get in a room with Klaus on her own. The only way to get them together is to do it against—”

“Against her wishes?” Elena asks, raising an eyebrow. “Do you hear yourself, Stefan?”

“Listen, Caroline’s not oblivious to the fact that he likes her. And she’s not subtle, either. We know she likes him too—”

“Supposedly,” Bonnie grumbles.

“God, stop being such a buzzkill, Bon Bon. And even if we do lock them together, it’s not like they’ll be bored or anything,” says Damon, wiggling his eyebrows. “I thought we agreed to put food and condoms—”

“No,” Bonnie snaps. “No, that’s where I draw the line. No condoms.”

“Bonnie—” Stefan starts.

“No,” Bonnie says firmly. “And Elena’s on my side, aren’t you, Elena—Elena?”

Elena shrugs and looks at her knees. “I don’t know, Bonnie…Caroline does seem to like him, remember the Mikaelson Ball—”

“That’s because she had to go with him!” Bonnie screeches. “Out of obligation!”

“Then what was with the sappy looks they kept throwing each other while they were dancing?”

Bonnie says nothing.

“Okay, fine,” Stefan sighs. “We’ll do this democratically. Those in favour of locking Klaus and Caroline in a room with food and condoms and only releasing them until they’ve had sex, say aye.”

“Aye,” chorus Damon, Stefan, and Elena. Bonnie stubbornly crosses her arms.

“No.”

“But, Bonnie—”

“No.”

OOO

“He’s the most irritating person I've ever met!” Caroline screeches, and Bonnie winces. “And I try. I try, and try, and try, to be nice, to cooperate, but does he care? Nooo. It’s always me who has to compromise, me who has to put up with his bullshit. I can't believe I ever actually liked him. I never would’ve dated him, if I had known he was going to be such a pain in the ass—”

“Why don’t you just break up with him?”

“I did,” Caroline growls. “But then he came running back with his fucking werewolf tail between his legs, saying, come on, Care, remember how good we were together?”

“Did you say no?” asks Bonnie, biting into her sandwich.

“Yeah,” Caroline fumes. “But he won't leave me alone—”

“He’s stalking you?” Bonnie asks sharply. “Care—”

“No, he isn't stalking me,” Caroline sighs, taking a bite of her pasta. “He blames me.”

“Blames you? For what?”

“For Klaus,” Caroline grumbles, and Bonnie’s stomach turns. “He says we were just fine before he came to town. Just because Klaus has this creepy fascination with me, Tyler thinks it’s my fault. I didn’t ask for this!”

“Just tell him you and Klaus had nothing, and then tell him to fuck off. It’s not his business anyway.”

Caroline’s gaze drops to her pasta, and Bonnie narrows her eyes. “Caroline? You can tell him that you and Klaus had—”

“He’s nice,” Caroline bursts out, and Bonnie clenches her teeth. “He’s really nice. Klaus, I mean. He—he’s different than I thought he’d be.”

“What do you mean, different? He’s a murderer, Care.”

“So are Stefan and Damon,” says Caroline, biting her lip. “So am I.”

“Care, you're different.”

“Yeah, I know I am,” Caroline snaps. “I don’t like killing people. I kill when it’s necessary to save you guys. Klaus murders people for funsies. And I'm not saying I'm interested in him. I never will be. I'm just saying he’s nice to me.”

“Because he wants to get into your pants.”

“…yeah. I guess.”

OOO

“NIK!”

Klaus growls irritably. “What do you want, Bekah?”

“I want to go to the Mystic Grill again to see Matt, and Kol keeps threatening to eat him.”

“What do you want me to bloody do about it?”

“Dagger Kol,” Rebekah suggests, shrugging. “Obviously, I'd prefer it if you didn’t, but maybe just tell him to stay put?”

“Has Kol ever listened when we tell him to stay put?”

“No. But even when I snap his neck he threatens to just eat Matt when he wakes up and I can't feed Matt my blood or he’d never forgive me.”

“Well, it’s not my bloody problem, is it? Go talk to Elijah.”

“Elijah says we need to sort this out ourselves.”

“Well, I can't say I disagree.”

“Nik,” says Rebekah frustratedly. A light of inspiration suddenly shines on her face. “If you go to the Grill and just feed Matt some of your blood, it wouldn’t be a problem. He hates you anyway.”

“No, Rebekah, I will not give your insipid boyfriend—”

“Don’t call him that,” she snaps.

“Well then, don’t tell me to—”

“Caroline will be there,” Rebekah bursts out. “You know she will. We saw her there fifteen minutes ago.”

Klaus growls at the mention of her name. “That means nothing to me.”

“When I said goodbye to Matt. I told him I'd see him again, you glared in Caroline’s direction. Anyway, I don’t know her that well, but I know she’d appreciate it.”

Klaus makes a non-committal noise.

“Oh, piss off, Nik, don’t even try to pretend to not care. The whole bloody town knows about the crush you have on her—”

“I am not a teenage boy,” Klaus spits out, “to have a crush on a girl.”

“That’s rich, coming from the man who was practically begging her for a date yester—”

Klaus whirls around and flung a paintbrush at her head, which she narrowly dodges. The paintbrush impales the wall, sinking up to its bristles into the plaster, and Rebekah looks at him, unimpressed. “What is it, Nik? Did she reject you too many times?”

“I do not like Caroline,” Klaus hisses. “Now get out before I stab you with a dagger this time. And I promise you, I'll make it hurt.”

“What's got your knickers in a twist?” Rebekah frowns, ignoring the threat. “I'm sure if you just talked to her, Nik—”

“Get out, Rebekah,” Klaus warns, his tone dangerous. “Now.”

With a huff, Rebekah stands up and flounces out of the room. Klaus growls and turns back to the easel, his paintbrush slashing across the canvas.

“Klaus murders people for funsies. And I'm not saying I'm interested in him. I never will be. I'm just saying he’s nice to me.”

“Because he wants to get into your pants.”

“…yeah. I guess.”

Red. Red. Red. More red.

Maroon. Crimson. Scarlet.

The canvas is soon dripping red paint.

For such an intelligent girl, she really was quite daft sometimes.

And that stupid Bennett witch, encouraging and filling Caroline’s head with that nonsense about how he was only nice to her because he wanted to have sex with her.

Love is a vampire’s weakness.

He thought it had been true.

He isn't sure anymore.

OOO

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” Caroline mutters as she tugs on her foot.

Who wore fucking high heels after a storm? Stupid people, that’s who.

She and Tyler were broken up, anyway. She doesn’t know why she had gone to that stupid party at his house. But then again, she had been making poor decisions lately.

The result of said decision is staring at her as she tugs on her foot.

“Fucking shoes,” Caroline says through her teeth. They’re her mother’s and Liz is going to kill her for ruining them.

Exaggeration. Probably.

“Caroline?” a voice asks, and Caroline stiffens, turning around slowly, her heartbeat not slowing down at all when she sees her companion.

Kol Mikaelson.

“Kol,” she says, releasing her leg, standing up, and trying to look dignified, which she’s sure she’s failing miserably at since she has her fucking foot four inches deep in mud. “What do you want?”

“Just passing by,” he grins, his smile flashing at her. Caroline is suddenly reminded of Klaus, and how he smiles the same way at her, the same devil-may-care look. “You look like you're in need of some help.”

“Do I?” Caroline grits out. “Well, you're mistaken, since I'm perfectly fine. What are you doing out here, anyway?”

Kol’s grin turns shark-like. “I was just at the nearest pub with a friend.”

“Wow, you people have friends?”

“Kol, Nik just went home—what are you doing with her?” Rebekah Mikaelson’s drawl cuts through the air, her expression turning vicious when she spots Caroline.

Kol ignores her. “As I was telling the lovely Caroline, I was drowning sorrows, see. I've been told a pub is the best place to do that.”

“You don’t look very sorrowful.”

“I'm sorry, did you miss the part where I said I was accompanied by someone? It doesn’t matter, though, since I wasn’t the one elbow deep in a bucket of bourbon. Nik truly has a very good tolerance, although how he managed to drink so much of the revolting alcohol they serve there is beyond me.”

Caroline grunts. “What does he have to be sad about? Original hybrid with an army of slaves, and all.”

Rebekah’s expression turns ugly. “You don’t know Nik at all, and you say such things about him. Perhaps the narrow-mindedness of this town is really starting to seep its way into your conscious as well, Caroline.”

“You have such a restricted opinion of my brother,” says Kol, the laughter on his face gone. “You think of him as a deadly monster, incapable of even an iota of feeling. Have you ever, for once in your current infinitesimal life, thought you could be wrong?”

Caroline narrows her eyes. “Did he tell you to say that? Is he here?”

Kol flashes over to her, much closer, and even though he is three feet away, Caroline can't help the stab of fear that goes through her heart. “I sometimes wonder how my brother fell for you,” he hisses. “Niklaus has daggered me numerous times over the years, and yes, I loathe him for it, I want revenge, but just because he has committed misdeeds in his life, does not mean he is an unfeeling monster.”

“His misdeeds are murders,” Caroline hisses at Kol. “Thousands of them.”

“And where would you think your kill count stand, I ask you, if you had been alive for more than a thousand years?” Kol asks, raising an eyebrow. “Where would the Salvatores’? Correct me if I'm mistaken, Caroline, but you yourself are a murderer, aren’t you?”

“Shut up,” Caroline hisses.

“You're angry at us because you know we’re being truthful,” says Rebekah, flashing over to her along with her brother. “You don’t know how Nik is at all.”

“Nik is a sadistic murderer.”

“You kill people and drain them because you feel peckish. You do that, I do, and Kol does as well. Even Elijah. Even your precious vampire friends.”

Caroline opens her mouth but nothing comes out.

I fancy you. Is that so hard to believe?

Rebekah makes a disgusted sound. “I must say, I honestly thought Nik’s taste was better. Let’s go, Kol.”

Kol says nothing but flashes away silently along with his sister, and Caroline is left standing in the mud, her throat dry.

OOO

Caroline remembers how Klaus had looked at her at the Mikaelson Ball.

I fancy you.

OOO

Caroline remembers Jenna’s face when she had dropped lifelessly to the ground during Klaus’s ritual.

She also remembers the faces of the innocent humans she has drained when she fed on them.

We’re the same, Caroline.

OOO

Caroline still hasn’t thrown away the bracelet and the drawing he has given her.

She can't bring herself to.

OOO

The dress sits in Caroline’s closet in the box it came in.

Sometimes, unconsciously, she feels herself opening her closet just to get a glimpse at it, running her fingers through the fabric.

Her eyes flying to the back of the invitation card every once in a while.

OOO

I fancy you.

Why?

He had sounded incredulous when she had asked him that question. Like he couldn’t believe she would question why anyone would find her beautiful.

OOO

Tyler’s birthday gift to her, the silver bracelet with the wolf charm, sits at the bottom of her jewellery box.

Klaus’s bracelet is in its case in her bedside drawer.

OOO

Hummingbirds are beautiful, Caroline thinks, as Elena gushes about the tattoo of the sparrow she got on her arm for her eighteenth birthday.

She’s turning eighteen soon, even though her face is frozen in time. She’d like a tattoo.

OOO

She has vague memories of Tyler calling her sexy-smart and crazy hot.

You're beautiful, you're strong, you're full of light. I enjoy you.

Klaus thinks she is more than sexy-smart and crazy hot.

OOO

Klaus has dimples, Caroline notices when she sees him smile indulgently at Damon when Damon attempts to threaten him.

She hasn’t noticed.

OOO

She remembers the feel of Klaus’s hand on her hip as they had danced together at the ball.

Firm, but gentle.

Like he had been…hesitant.

He’s an Original. He could’ve compelled her to want him.

He hadn’t.

OOO

She had felt safe with him when he had rescued her from Alaric.

She isn't afraid of him anymore.

OOO

She knows how he had looked at her.

Like she was everything. Like he had felt complete.

I fancy you too.

OOO

Klaus growls when the loud knocking at his door continues even after his numerous attempts at making his visitor flee by making various threats. He flings his paintbrush to the ground and stalks over to the door. “For the last time, I said—”

Caroline stares at him, her expression stricken. “I—I'm sorry. This is just important.”

Klaus’s shoulders relax, before they tense again. “Did your friends send you over to distract me again?” he asks bitterly, turning away from the door, leaving it open. “I can't imagine why, since I have absolutely nothing that—”

Caroline leans over and kisses him, her lips barely brushing his. It lasts for about three seconds.

He is shell-shocked when she draws back, her expression calm. “I've had time to think about this. About you. About me.”

She sucks in a breath. “You're a murderer. I'm a murderer. I'm a monster too. I don’t regret being turned into a vampire. We are the same.”

Klaus stares at her dumbly as she continues speaking. “You were right. I do prefer the girl I am, to the girl I once was. And you are the only person in my life who has ever liked me for who I am. Not for who I was. To be honest, not many people liked me when I was human, either,” she says, laughing softly, running her hands through her hair.

“I—I haven’t been fair with you. I understand if you don’t want me anymore—”

Klaus leans over to Caroline’s and kisses her, and her hands hang in the air beside her shoulders, her eyes wide open. He pulls away almost immediately. “You are beautiful.”

Caroline’s mouth is slightly open, her eyes hazy. “I—I thought you wouldn’t want me anymore. I've been such a bitch to you, and—”

Klaus tucks a strand of hair behind her. “You are also very oblivious.”

She laughs, the sound throaty. Klaus cocks his head at her. “Is this what you came to tell me?”

“No,” she shakes her head, then stops herself. “I mean, yes, but also—I mean, this isn't all I wanted to tell you.”

“What is it, then?”

Caroline’s expression softens as she reaches for his hand. “I fancy you too.”

OOO

Klaus is way too cuddly in this fic but I just couldn’t help myself. I think Kol and Rebekah standing up for their big brother is really cute, so I had to write that.

Hope you liked it! Please review!

Cheers!

#klaroline drabbles #caroline x klaus #klaroline fic #klaus mikaelson x caroline forbes #klaus mikaelson #caroline forbes #rebekah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #kol mikaelson #bonnie bennett #elena gilbert #damon salvatore #stefan salvatore #tyler lockwood

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hlfmoonshine · 6 months

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closed starter for @moonvvrites

"you don't get secrets for free, that not how this works." elena teased, falling onto the couch with a lilted laugh. strewn about like some rococo queen, adorned with gems and jewels paid for by her father, an air of careless yet self aware that seemed to echo the queen she took so much inspiration from. "what do i get in exchange for the gossip locked away up here?" she tapped her temple. a long sip of her drink and her attention focused once more on them and only them.

#e. toro #wasteddawns

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freddieslater · 2 years

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oh my god tolerate it by taylor for denzo!

Enzo getting out of the cell but still not over Damon while Damon has a whole life without him now

"While you were out building other worlds, where was I?"

But Damon cared about him so much in 50s? what happened?

"Where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire?"

but Enzo obviously cares about him as much even now while Damon cares about Elena more

"I made you my temple, my mural, my sky

Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life

Drawing hearts in the byline

Always taking up too much space or time"

don’t even get me started on whole “what if i took this dagger in me and removed it” because enzo quite literally killed himself to get damon to care

YOU'RE RIGHT!! YOU'RE SO RIGHT!!

The lyrics fit a little too well but honestly, that's the case for a lot of Taylor Swift songs and Denzo. They just go hand in hand, really. I will prepare you, I did just sit for roughly 6 hours going through every single Taylor Swift song and working out which specific lyrics fit Damon and Enzo, so this is a rather lengthy answer to... a question that you didn't even really ask, to be honest. But I hope that you get some enjoyment out of this anyway!

From her first album, we have "Tim McGraw" but only these lyrics below because imagine Damon and Enzo on their murder spree, so it gets a rating of about 2/10 for Denzo vibes

"On backroads at night And I was right there beside him all summer long And then the time we woke up to find that summer gone"

Coming in with some heavier Denzo vibes, we have "Pictures to Burn" which is already off to a good start considering it has burn in the title

"State the obvious, I didn't get my perfect fantasy I realize you love yourself more than you could ever love me So go and tell your friends that I'm obsessive and crazy"

"There's no time for tears I'm just sitting here planning my revenge"

Tell me that doesn't sound like Enzo. 3/10 because those lines are perfect but none of the other lines really fit.

"I'm Only Me When I'm With You" gets a solid 8/10 because nearly the entire song is just written for Damon and Enzo

"Sometimes we don't say a thing Just listen to the crickets sing Everything I need is right here by my side

And I know everything about you I don't wanna live without you

I'm only up when you're not down Don't wanna fly if you're still on the ground It's like no matter what I do Well, you drive me crazy half the time The other half I'm only trying To let you know that what I feel is true And I'm only me when I'm with you"

"Living in the crazy world Trying to figure out what is and isn't true And I don't try to hide my tears My secrets or my deepest fears Through it all nobody gets me like you do

And you know everything about me You say that you can't live without me"

"When I'm with anybody else It's so hard to be myself And only you can tell"

And on a similiar note of songs just being written for them, "Invisible" is another great example, scoring at a beautiful 7/10 for angsty Enzo point of view and his jealousy of Damon and Elena, ESPECIALLY if his own feelings are unrequited

"There's a fire inside of you That can't help but shine through She's never gonna see the light No matter what you do And all I think about is how to make you think of me And everything that we could be"

"And I just wanna show you She don't even know you She's never gonna love you like I want to"

"A Perfectly Good Heart" also has a similarly angsty feel to it, focusing on the fire of Augustine and scoring it a 5/10

"Maybe I should've seen the signs, should've read the writing on the wall And realized by the distance in your eyes that I would be the one to fall No matter what you say I still can't believe That you would walk away It don't make sense to me but"

ONTO ALBUM 2. FEARLESS.

Only about one verse from "Fearless" fits the Denzo narrative so we're gonna give it a 2/10 because while the verse is good if you imagine it during their murder spree, it takes a bit more imagination than canon

"So baby drive slow 'Til we run out of road in this one horse town I wanna stay right here in this passenger seat You put your eyes on me In this moment now capture it, remember it"

"Love Story" scores a good 5/10 with the focus on them going on their murder spree together (but also the lyrics can fit well with Damon's call to Enzo telling him he'll go to Cape Horn with him)

"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes" Romeo, save me, they're tryna tell me how to feel This love is difficult, but it's real Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes""

"I got tired of waiting Wonderin' if you were ever comin' around My faith in you was fading When I met you on the outskirts of town"

"White Horse" again doesn't have much of a denzo vibe unless you're looking at the chorus with angsty unrequited lenses so let's go with maybe a 4/10 or a 5/10

"As I paced back and forth all this time 'Cause I honestly believed in you Holdin' on, the days drag on"

"Maybe I was naive, got lost in your eyes And never really had a chance My mistake, I didn't know to be in love You had to fight to have the upper hand I had so many dreams about you and me Happy endings, now I know

I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet Lead her up the stairwell This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town I was a dreamer before you went and let me down Now it's too late for you and your white horse To come around"

Let's be honest, "You Belong With Me" is kind of hilarious to imagine as a Denzo song but at the same time, part of the chorus does work again for an angsty, jealous Enzo! Gonna give it a 2/10

"If you could see that I'm the one Who understands you" "So, why can't you see? You belong with me"

"Breathe" is like... THEIR song okay. But specifically from Damon's point of view after leaving Enzo in Augustine and then proceeding to spend 50 years with no humanity because he left him. 9/10

"I see your face in my mind as I drive away, 'Cause none of us thought it was gonna end that way" "It's the kinda ending you don't really wanna see 'Cause it's tragedy and it'll only bring you down, Now I don't know what to be without you around"

"And we know it's never simple, Never easy Never a clean break, no one here to save me You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand,

And I can't, Breathe, Without you, But I have to, Breathe, Without you, But I have to"

"Never wanted this, never wanna see you hurt" "It's two am Feelin' like I just lost a friend Hope you know it's not easy, Easy for me"

"Tell Me Why" feels like Damon thinking that Enzo thought it was easy for him to just walk away and leave him in Augustine and that it didn't hurt him, but it did, and then Enzo feels like Damon doesn't want him around once he comes back. 6/10

"I took a chance, I took a shot And you might think I'm bulletproof but I'm not You took a swing, I took it hard And down here from the ground, I see who you are" "I'm feeling like I don't know you You tell me that you love me, then you cut me down And I need you like a heartbeat" "I'm sick and tired of your reasons I got no one to believe in You tell me that you want me, then push me around And I need you like a heartbeat"

"You're Not Sorry" is again an angsty Enzo song. Actually, most of these are, aren't they? Scratch what I said about all Taylor Swift songs being written for Denzo, they're written for ENZO. 7/10

"And all you do is let me down And it's taking me this long Baby but I figured you out And you're thinking we'll be fine again But not this time around" "And you can tell me that you're sorry But I don't believe you baby" "Could've loved you all my life If you hadn't left me waiting in the cold"

"The Way I Loved You" honestly has more Bamon vibes with Enzo being the charming other man, but the chorus also works for Denzo. 5/10

"But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain And it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name So in love that you act insane And that's the way I loved you Breaking down and coming undone It's a roller coaster kind of rush And I never knew I could feel that much And that's the way I loved you" "And you were wild and crazy Just so frustrating, intoxicating, complicated Got away by some mistake and now"

"Forever & Always" I'd give about a 4/10 because these particular lyrics make me feel some denzo things

"'Cause one second it was perfect, now you're halfway out the door"

"Was I out of line? Did I say something way too honest, made you run and hide Like a scared little boy I looked into your eyes Thought I knew you for a minute, now I'm not so sure

So here's to everything coming down to nothing Here's to silence, that cuts me to the core Where is this going? Thought I knew for a minute, but I don't anymore"

"Change" as an Augustine Denzso song specifically is... so interesting. 6/10

"So we've been outnumbered Raided and now cornered It's hard to fight when the fight ain't fair We're getting stronger now" "But we're faster and never scared You can walk away, say we don't need this But there's something in your eyes Says we can beat this" "Can you feel it now? These walls that they put up to hold us back will fall down It's a revolution, the time will come For us to finally win

Tonight we'll stand, get off our knees Fight for what we've worked for all these years And the battle was long, it's the fight of our lives But we'll stand up champions tonight"

"Jump Then Fall" starts off with an Augustine Denzo vibe, and the verse I've included feels sort of like Damon after Enzo came back and he was sticking by him even though Stefan and Elena and literally everyone wanted him to give up on him. 2/10

"Don't be afraid to jump then fall Jump then fall into me Baby, I'm never gonna leave you Say that you wanna be with me too 'Cause I'ma stay through it all So jump then fall

The bottom's gonna drop out from under our feet I'll catch you, I'll catch you When people say things that bring you to your knees I'll catch you"

To be fair, a lot of "Come in With the Rain" feels like Denzo to me but I can really only pinpoint two lines that actually feel like I could explain WHY, and that's because I imagine it as Damon not wanting to remember or talk about Enzo because it would also mean remembering and talking about Augustine. 1/10 but to me it's higher

"I could go back to every laugh But I don't wanna go there anymore"

ALBUM 3. SPEAK NOW.

"Mine" but specifically this one verse because it reminds me of Damon being infected with the ripper virus and telling Enzo to leave, but Enzo refusing and staying with him even at risk to himself. 2/10

"Braced myself for the goodbye, 'Cause that's all I've ever known Then, you took me by surprise You said, "I'll never leave you alone""

"Sparks Fly" from Damon's point of view because yes. 3/10

"And you stood there in front of me just Close enough to touch Close enough to hope you couldn't see What I was thinking of" "My mind forgets to remind me, you're a bad idea" "I'm on my guard for the rest of the world But with you I know its no good"

"Back to December" is also very much THEIR song, from Damon's point of view of course after leaving Enzo in Augustine. 9/10

"Your guard is up and I know why Because the last time you saw me Is still burned in the back of your mind" "So this is me swallowin' my pride Standin' in front of you sayin' I'm sorry for that night" "It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you Wishin' I'd realized what I had when you were mine I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright" "You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye"

"Maybe this is wishful thinkin' Probably mindless dreamin' But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right

I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't"

This one verse in "Mean" from Enzo's point of view, but also a little bit of Damon in that scene where he has his hand in Enzo's chest and they're going for each other's throats and Enzo asks if he ever even thought about him and Damon said no with tears in his eyes. It would be a 2/10 for the whole song but for this verse specifically it's 4/10

"You, with your words like knives And swords and weapons that you use against me You have knocked me off my feet again Got me feeling like I'm nothing You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard Calling me out when I'm wounded"

Huh, "The Story of Us" actually does kind of feel like the story of Denzo in a way. 6/10

"And I'm dying to know Is it killing you like it's killing me? Yeah

I don't know what to say since the twist of fate When it all broke down

And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now" "I'm starting to think one day, I'll tell the story of us How I was losing my mind when I saw you here But you held your pride like you should've held me" "This is looking like a contest Of who can act like they care less But I liked it better when you were on my side The battle's in your hands now But I would lay my armor down If you said you'd rather love than fight"

"Enchanted" BUT it's only this verse and it's the scene where Damon sees Enzo again for the first time at Whitmore. 2/10 (but again, that verse alone is more of a 6/10)

"Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?" 'Cross the room your silhouette Starts to make its way to me The playful conversation starts Counter all your quick remarks Like passing notes in secrecy"

Take these two lines from "Better Than Revenge" out of context and put it in Enzo's point of view of Damon leaving him. 1/10

"I never saw it coming, nor would I have suspected it I underestimated just who I was dealing with"

I think I've done it. I've found the most Denzo Taylor Swift song, and I think it is "Haunted." Think Augustine. Think angst. 9/10 (Maybe even 10/10, to be honest...)

"You and I walk a fragile line I have known it all this time But I never thought I'd live to see it break It's getting dark and it's all too quiet And I can't trust anything now And it's coming over you like it's all a big mistake Oh, I'm holding my breath Won't los you again Something's made your eyes go cold Come on, come on, don't leave me like this I thought I had you figured out Something's gone terribly wrong You're all I wanted Come on, come on, don't leave me like this I thought I had you figured out Can't breathe whenever you're gone Can't turn back now, I'm haunted Stood there and watched you walk away From everything we had But I still mean every word I said to you"

"Last Kiss" is another Augustine song. 4/10

"I still remember the look on your face Lit through the darkness at 1:58 The words that you whispered for just us to know You told me you loved me So why did you go away? Away" "Never imagined we'd end like this Your name, forever the name on my lips"

"Ours" is more of an optimistic one but also similar to how Damon felt when Stefan and everyone were telling him Enzo was bad news and shouldn't be in his life. And I included that last verse because I thought it was funny in the context of Lily. 5/10

"Seems like there's always someone who disapproves They'll judge it like they know about me and you And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do The jury's out, but my choice is you"

"The stakes are high, the water's rough But this love is ours You never know what people have up their sleeves Ghosts from your past gonna jump out at me Lurking in the shadows with their lip gloss smiles"

And here we have another Augustine song: "If This Was A Movie"

"Six months gone and I'm still reaching Even though I know you're not there I was playing back a thousand memories, baby Thinking 'bout everything we've been through Maybe I've been going back too much lately When time stood still and I had you Come back, come back, come back to me like You would, you would if this was a movie" "Come back, come back, come back to me like You could, you could if you just said you're sorry I know that we could work it out somehow But if this was a movie you'd be here by now" "If you're out there If you're somewhere If you're moving on I'll be waiting for you Wary, since you've been gone I just want it back the way it was before"

"Superman" because this verse just makes me think of Damon not caring how everyone else feels about Enzo, just that he cares deeply about him and that's all that matter.

"Something in his deep brown eyes has me singing He's not all bad like his reputation And I can't hear one single word they said And you leave, got places to be and I'll be okay I always forget to tell you I love you I loved you from the very first day"

"State of Grace" 6/10

"We are alone with our changing minds We fall in love 'til it hurts or bleeds, or fades in time

And I never (never) Saw you coming And I'll never (never) Be the same" "You come around and the armor falls" "We are alone, just you and me" "So you were never a saint And I've loved in shades of wrong We learn to live with the pain Mosaic broken hearts But this love is brave and wild" "Love is a ruthless game Unless you play it good and right These are the hands of fate You're my Achilles heel"

"Red" is from Damon's point of view and his regret after Augustine. 5/10

"Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly" "Regretting him was like wishing you never found out that love could be that strong" "Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes Tell myself it's time now, gotta let go But moving on from him is impossible When I still see it all in my head In burning red Burning, it was red"

"Treacherous" SCREAMS Damon and Enzo. 9/10

"Put your lips close to mine As long as they don't touch Out of focus, eye to eye 'Til the gravity's too much And I'll do anything you say If you say it with your hands And I'd be smart to walk away But you're quicksand This slope is treacherous This path is reckless This slope is treacherous And I, I, I like it I can't decide if it's a choice Getting swept away I hear the sound of my own voice Asking you to stay" "Two headlights shine through the sleepless night And I will get you, and get you alone"

You would expect "I Knew You Were Trouble" to have more of a denzo vibe, and there are a few lines that it comes through in! 4/10 it gets an extra point for the general vibe being Denzo-like.

"'Cause I knew you were trouble when you walked in So shame on me now"

"And the saddest fear Comes creepin' in That you never loved me"

"All Too Well" is a painful song in general, but adding a little layer of angst from Enzo's point of view just makes it more painful. 2/10

"And maybe we got lost in translation Maybe I asked for too much But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up Running scared, I was there I remember it all too well"

"22" fits the vibe of happy, murder husbands Denzo. 2/10

"We're happy, free, confused and lonely in the best way It's miserable and magical, oh yeah Tonight's the night when we forget about the heartbreaks It's time, oh-oh"

"Stay Stay Stay" from Damon's point of view. 3/10

"Before you, I'd only dated self indulgent takers"

"You took the time to memorize me My fears, my hopes and dreams"

"It's been occurring to me I'd like to hang out with you For my whole life"

"The Last Time" because Enzo just wants to know that Damon wants him after Augustine. 3/10

"And right before your eyes I'm breaking No past, no reasons why Just you and me

This is the last time I'm asking you this Put my name at the top of your list This is the last time I'm asking you why You break my heart in the blink of an eye, eye, eye"

"Sad Beautiful Tragic" 2/10 but owie.

"We had a beautiful magic love there What a sad beautiful tragic love affair" "And time Is taking its sweet time erasing you"

"Everything Has Changed" but it's just those two lines as Damon's thoughts upon meeting Enzo for the first time in Augustine. 1/10

"All I know is a simple name And everything has changed"

ALBUM 4. 1989.

"Blank Space" because a little bit crazy and toxic Denzo is one of my favourite flavours. 5/10

"So it's gonna be forever Or it's gonna go down in flames You can tell me when it's over, mm If the high was worth the pain Got a long list of ex-lovers They'll tell you I'm insane" "I get drunk on jealousy But you'll come back each time you leave 'Cause, darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream"

"Style" for the same reason as above. 3/10

"Could end in burning flames or paradise Fade into view, oh It's been a while since I have even heard from you" "And I should just tell you to leave 'cause I Know exactly where it leads, but I Watch us go 'round and 'round each time"

"Out of the Woods" as a whole, but specifically these lines because OUCH. 6/10

"Remember when we couldn't take the heat? I walked out, I said "I'm setting you free" But the monsters turned out to be just trees When the sun came up you were looking at me"

"All You Had to Do Was Stay" for angsty purposes, once again post-Augustine and from Enzo's point of view. 5/10

"Hey, all you had to do was stay Had me in the palm of your hand Then why'd you have to go and lock me out when I let you in?"

"I Wish You Would" 5/10 for Enzo angst.

"I wish you would come back"

"I wish you knew that I'd never forget you as long as I'd live"

"We're a crooked love In a straight line down Makes you wanna run and hide"

"Wish you knew that I miss you too much to be mad anymore"

Basically all of "Bad Blood" which makes a lot of sense. 10/10

"'Cause baby, now we got bad blood You know it used to be mad love So take a look what you've done Now we got problems And I don't think we can solve 'em You made a really deep cut" "Did you have to do this? I was thinking that you could be trusted Did you have to ruin What was shining? Now it's all rusted" "Oh, it's so sad to think about the good times You and I" "Now did you think it all through? All these things will catch up to you And time can heal, but this won't So if you come in my way, just don't"

"Wildest Dreams" 8/10 maybe even a 9/10 because, again, this is my favourite flavour of Denzo to daydream about.

"He said, "Let's get out of this town Drive out of the city, away from the crowds" I thought Heaven can't help me now Nothing lasts forever" "He's so tall and handsome as hell He's so bad, but he does it so well I can see the end as it begins" "I said, "No one has to know what we do"" "Nothing lasts forever But this is getting good now" "You'll see me in hindsight Tangled up with you all night Burning it down Someday when you leave me I bet these memories Follow you around"

This part of "How You Get the Girl" just makes me think strongly about both Damon's and Enzo's persistence to stick by the other, no matter what has happened in the past (and even because of the past). 3/10

"And then you say I want you for worse or for better I would wait for ever and ever Broke your heart, I'll put it back together I would wait for ever and ever"

"This Love" has some haunted Damon vibes but from Enzo's point of view. 6/10

"High tide came and brought you in And I could go on and on, on and on, and I will Skies grew darker Currents swept you out again And you were just gone and gone, gone and gone In silent screams In wildest dreams I never dreamed of this This love is good This love is bad This love is alive back from the dead, oh, oh, oh These hands had to let it go free, and This love came back to me"

"I Know Places" satisfies the Murder Husbands side of Denzo fairly well, with them on their murder spree but trying to hide at the same time. 7/10

"Baby, I know places we won't be found and They'll be chasing their tails trying to track us down 'Cause I, I know places we can hide I know places" "Just grab my hand and don't ever drop it My love"

"Wonderland" is kind of perfect for their murder spree actually. Those last two lines also feel kind of Augustine-era because 'Wonderland' could be an interesting metaphor for that. 7/10

"Flashing lights and we Took a wrong turn and we Fell down a rabbit hole You held on tight to me 'Cause nothing's as it seems And spinning out of control" "We found Wonderland You and I got lost in it And we pretended it could last forever" "So we went on our way Too in love to think straight All alone, or so it seemed But there were strangers watching And whispers turned to talking And talking turned to screams" "I reached for you But you were gone" "You search the world for something else To make you feel like what we had And in the end, in Wonderland, we both went mad"

"You Are in Love" AUGUSTINE. And that last one makes me think of the scene where Damon changes his mind about killing Aaron and he and Enzo are just out on the road, and you can see it on both their face. 7/10

"One look, dark room Meant just for you Time moved too fast You play it back" "You can hear it in the silence" "And for once, you let go Of your fears and your ghosts One step, not much But it said enough"

"New Romantics" is a fun Denzo vibe in a kind of twisted way when you think about these lines as Damon leaving Enzo. 5/10

"We're all here The lights and noise are blinding We hang back It's all in the timing It's poker He can't see it in my face But I'm about to play my Ace "We need love But all we want is danger We team up Then switch sides like a record changer The rumors are terrible and cruel But honey, most of them are true" "Please leave me stranded It's so romantic"

ALBUM 5. REPUTATION. (This'll be fun.)

"Ready For It" is SUCH a Denzo song, I mean, COME ON. 8/10

"Knew he was a killer first time that I saw him Wonder how many girls he had loved and left haunted But if he's a ghost, then I can be a phantom Holdin' him for ransom"

"I see nothing better, I keep him forever Like a vendetta-ta"

"But if I'm a thief, then he can join the heist And we'll move to an island, and

And he can be my jailer, Burton to this Taylor Every lover known in comparison is a failure I forget their names now, I'm so very tame now Never be the same now, now"

"End Game" okay for some Denzo reunion angst. 3/10

"Reconnected when we were little bit older Both sprung, I got issues and chips on both of my shoulders" "And you understand the good and bad" "For all my flaws, paranoia, and insecurities I've made mistakes, and made some choices that's hard to deny"

I declare "I Did Something Bad" to be Damon's theme song. 8/10

"I can feel the flames on my skin Crimson red paint on my lips"

"They say I did something bad But why's it feel so good? Most fun I ever had And I'd do it over and over and over again if I could It just felt so good, good" "This is how the world works You gotta leave before you get left" "I can feel the flames on my skin He says, "Don't throw away a good thing""

"Don't Blame Me" is a 10/10 Denzo Murder Husbands son.

"Don't blame me, love made me crazy If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right" "Something happened for the first time, in The darkest little paradise Shakin, pacin', I just need you" "For you, I would cross the line I would waste my time I would lose my mind They say, "She's He's gone too far this time"" "And baby, for you, I (I) would (would) fall from grace"

"Delicate" my GOD, the beauty of this song paired with post-Augustine Denzo. 8/10

"My reputation's never been worse, so You must like me for me We can't make any promises Now can we, babe? But you can make me a drink" "Just think of the fun things we could do 'Cause I like you" "Handsome, you're a mansion with a view Do the girls back home touch you like I do?" "Stay here, honey, I don't want to share" "Sometimes when I look into your eyes I pretend you're mine, all the damn time"

"Look What You Made Me Do" is an Enzo song. We may have just found his theme song as well. 8/10

"I don't like your little games" "The role you made me play of the fool No, I don't like you" "But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time I got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined"

Okay, but "So It Goes..." is THEIR song now. I know I've said that like three times now, but I MEAN it. 9/10

"See you in the dark All eyes on you, my magician" "You make everyone disappear, and Cut me into pieces Gold cage, hostage to my feelings Back against the wall" "'Cause we breakdown a little But when you get me alone, it's so simple 'Cause baby, I know what you know We can feel it" "And all the pieces fall Right into place Getting caught up in a moment Lipstick Blood on your face So it goes I'm yours to keep And I'm yours to lose You know I'm not a bad girl boy But I do bad things with you So it goes" "Met you in a bar All eyes on me, your illusionist All eyes on us I make all your gray days clear" "You did a number on me But honestly, baby, who's counting? I did a number on you But honestly, baby, who's counting?"

"Gorgeous" because Enzo will pine forever. 5/10

"Ocean blue eyes looking in mine I feel like I might sink and drown and die"

"And I'm so furious At you for making me feel this way"

"You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have"

"Getaway Car" for angsty Augustine reasons. But also Murder Husbands. 5/10

"It was the best of times, the worst of crimes"

""X" marks the spot where we fell apart"

"Don't pretend it's such a mystery Think about the place where you first met me Ridin' in a getaway car There were sirens in the beat of your heart Should've known I'd be the first to leave Think about the place where you first met me"

"It was the great escape, the prison break The light of freedom on my face"

"We were jet-set, Bonnie and Clyde (Oh-oh) Until I switched to the other side To the other side It's no surprise I turned you in (Oh-oh) 'Cause us traitors never win"

"King of My Heart" this specific part again makes me think of them meeting up on that road in the middle of the night, and the look that they give each other after killing Aaron where they literally look a second away from kissing. 2/10

"Late in the night, the city's asleep Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep Change my priorities The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury"

"Dancing With Our Hands Tied" is such a beautiful song and while the whole thing doesn't fit with them, the parts that do just fit so well. 7/10

"I, I loved you in secret First sight, yeah, we love without reason Oh, twenty-five years old" "People started talking, putting us through our paces I knew there was no one in the world who could take it I had a bad feeling" "I, I loved you in spite of Deep fears that the world would divide us" "I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted" "Swaying as the room burned down"

These first five lines of "Dress" from Enzo's point of view, and the last two in Damon's. 6/10

"They've got no idea about me and you"

"All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation My hands are shaking from holding back from you"

"Inescapable, I'm not even gonna try And if I get burned, at least we were electrified"

"Everyone thinks that they know us, but they know nothing about"

"Flashback when you met me"

"Even in my worst times, you could see the best of me Flashback to my mistakes"

"Even in my worst lies, you saw the truth of me"

"This is Why We Can't Have Nice Things" 2/10

"It was so nice being friends again There I was giving you a second chance But you stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand" "And here's to you 'Cause forgiveness is a nice thing to do"

"New Year's Day" for some post-Aaron murder husbands vibes. 3/10

"There's glitter on the floor after the party"

"You and me from the night before"

"But I stay when it's hard, or it's wrong, or we're making mistakes"

"Hold on to the memories They will hold on to you"

ALBUM 7. LOVER.

Starting with "I Forgot That You Existed" the first line is from Enzo's point of view, then the rest are from Damon's, of course, and how he turned off his humanity to leave him in Augustine. 5/10

"How many days did I spend Thinkin' 'bout how you did me wrong, wrong, wrong?"

"But then something happened one magical night

I forgot that you existed And I thought that it would kill me, but it didn't And it was so nice So peaceful and quiet

I forgot that you existed It isn't love, it isn't hate It's just indifference"

"Cruel Summer" 1/10

"Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes What doesn't kill me makes me want you more" "He looks up grinning like a devil"

"Lover" from Enzo's point of view because we need some fluff and sweetness 2/10

"Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?" "Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever?" "My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue All's well that ends well to end up with you Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover"

"The Archer" has more Enzo vibes than Denzo, but some of the lines fit in nicely for them, so I'll include it. 3/10

"Dark side, I search for your dark side" "The room is on fire, invisible smoke"

"I've been the archer, I've been the prey Screaming, who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?" "'Cause all of my enemies started out friends Help me hold onto you"

"I Think He Knows" just for this one part because it once again just screams that night on the road, and Enzo convincing Damon to come along with him. 1/10

"So where we gonna go? I whisper in the dark Where we gonna go? I think he knows"

"Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince" because Danzo running off together is one of my favourite things, and also sad, pining Damon phoning Enzo begging him to run away with him. 1/10

"We're so sad, we paint the town blue Voted most likely to run away With you" "And I don't want you to (go) I don't really wanna (fight) 'Cause nobody's gonna (win) I think you should come home"

"Paper Rings" again because them running away together makes me very happy, this time with a side of pining Enzo. 2/10

"I want to drive away with you I want your complications too I want your dreary Mondays Wrap your arms around me, baby boy"

"Cornelia Street" just for a sliver of angst. 1/10

"And I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends" "That's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend"

"Death By A Thousand Cuts" for some more Augustine/post-Augustine angst, mostly from Enzo's point of view, but the second line is more Damon. 2/10

"Saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts" "I get drunk, but it's not enough" "I look through the windows of this love Even though we boarded them up Chandelier's still flickering here 'Cause I can't pretend it's ok when it's not It's death by a thousand cuts" "Gave you too much but it wasn't enough But I'll be all right, it's just a thousand cuts"

"London Boy" because Damon loves the English as much as Taylor does. 3/10

"But something happened, I heard him laughing I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent They say home is where the heart is But that's not where mine lives" "He likes my American smile Like a child when our eyes meet"

"False God" mainly for the last one because I can already see a future gifset with those lyrics over the scene of Damon telling Enzo to leave him. 2/10

"We were crazy to think Crazy to think that this could work" "But we can patch it up good Make confessions and we're begging for forgiveness Got the wine for you" "And you can't talk to me when I'm like this Daring you to leave me just so I can try and scare you"

Listen to "Afterglow" and think of Damon. Think of Damon in the moments before turning off his humanity. Think of Damon right before Enzo turns off his own humanity and begging him not to leave him, even though he thinks he would deserve it if he did. 9/10

"Fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves Chemistry 'til it blows up, 'til there's no us Why'd I have to break what I love so much? It's on your face, and I'm to blame, I need to say" "Hey It's all me in my head I'm the one who burned us down But it's not what I meant Sorry that I hurt you I don't wanna do, I don't wanna do this to you I don't wanna lose, I don't wanna lose this with you I need to say, hey It's all me, just don't go Meet me in the afterglow" "It's so excruciating to see you low Just wanna lift you up and not let you go This ultraviolet morning light below Tells me this love is worth the fight, oh" "Tell me that you're still mine Tell me that we'll be just fine Even when I lose my mind I need to say Tell me that it's not my fault Tell me that I'm all you want Even when I break your heart"

"Me!" because this particular verse fits both of them, really. 4/10

"I know that I went psycho on the phone I never leave well enough alone And trouble's gonna follow where I go"

"It's Nice To Have A Friend" God okay thinking about them with this song makes me feel many things mainly because it's such a soft song. 3/10

"Twenty questions, we tell the truth You've been stressed out lately? Yeah, me too Something gave you the nerve To touch my hand

It's nice to have a friend"

"Daylight" a lot of the lyrics to this one remind me of Damon, specifically the second verse I've included and the third one, and the fourth one's bit about breathing in the smoke of course makes me think of Augustine. 5/10

"My love was as cruel as the cities I lived in" "There are so many lines that I've crossed unforgiven I'll tell you the truth, but never goodbye" "I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night And now I see daylight, I only see daylight" "I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked Clearing the air, I breathed in the smoke"

ALBUM 8. FOLKLORE.

"The 1" from Enzo's point of view because he just couldn't leave Damon alone after Augustine and everything they went through, he still wanted to be in his life. 3/10

"And if my wishes came true It would've been you In my defense, I have none For never leaving well enough alone But it would've been fun If you would've been the one" "If one thing had been different Would everything be different today?" "And it would've been sweet If it could've been me In my defense, I have none For digging up the grave another time"

"Cardigan" + Denzo is a recipe for some light angst, especially when put into the contest of Damon regretting everything he put Enzo through and then trying desperately to save him the second time around. 4/10

"You drew stars around my scars But now I'm bleedin'" "Marked me like a bloodstain, I I knew you Tried to change the ending Peter losing Wendy" "I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs The smell of smoke would hang around this long"

"Exile" Because who doesn't want even more angst regarding Damon's betrayal, and his regret and determination not to repeat history? And some angst from Enzo with the fifth verse. 6/10

"I think I've seen this film before And I didn't like the ending" "Now I'm in exile, seein' you out" "Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me" "Second, third, and hundredth chances Balancin' on breaking branches Those eyes add insult to injury" "I'm not your problem anymore So who am I offending now?" "We always walked a very thin line You didn't even hear me out (you didn't even hear me out)"

"My Tears Ricochet" tell me this entire song doesn't scream their love story in an unheard ghostly telling from a bitter Enzo? 10/10

"We gather here, we line up Weepin' in a sunlit room, and If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe All the hell you gave me? 'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you 'Til my dying day" "I didn't have it in myself to go with grace And you're the hero flying around, saving face And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake? Cursing my name, wishing I stayed" "You know I didn't want to have to haunt you But what a ghostly scene" "And I can go anywhere I want Anywhere I want, just not home And you can aim for my heart, go for blood But you would still miss me in your bones" "You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same Cursing my name, wishing I stayed You turned into your worst fears" "And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain Crossing out the good years"

"August" That middle one is making me feel things because hope really was all they were living for in Augustine. 3/10

"But I can see us lost in the memory" "Wanting was enough For me, it was enough To live for the hope of it all"

"'Cause you weren't mine to lose You weren't mine to lose, no"

"This Is Me Trying" Damon's point of view. Need I say more? 4/10

"I didn't know if you'd care if I came back I have a lot of regrets about that" "And my words shoot to kill when I'm mad I have a lot of regrets about that" "And it's hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound It's hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you"

"Illicit Affairs" 2/10

"And clandestine meetings and longing stares It's born from just one single glance" "And you know damn well For you, I would ruin myself A million little times"

"Invisible String" because I agree that isn't it just so pretty to think that Damon and Enzo were always meant to continuously find their way back to each other? It always felt like the universe must be against them in some way, and then they miraculously make their way back to each other again whether through persistence or simple patience. 3/10

"And isn't it just so pretty to think All along there was some Invisible string Tying you to me?" "Time, mystical time Cuttin' me open, then healin' me fine" "Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire Chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons One single thread of gold tied me to you"

"Mad Woman" Enzo deserves to be bitter every now and then. 3/10

"What did you think I'd say to that? Does a scorpion sting when fighting back? They strike to kill and you know I will You know I will" "Now I breathe flames each time I talk" "They say, "Move on", but you know, I won't"

"Epiphany" These lines had some soldier vibes to them and that just fits Enzo's whole mentality towards Augustine really well. 3/10

"With you, I serve With you, I fall down, down Watch you breathe in Watch you breathing out, out" "Only 20 minutes to sleep But you dream of some epiphany Just one single glimpse of relief"

"Betty" okay so the first part is obviously Damon, as is the last one, but the two in the middle are Enzo right before reuniting with Damon. 4/10

"The worst thing that I ever did Was what I did to you" "But if I just showed up at your party Would you have me? Would you want me? Would you tell me to go fuck myself?" "But it's finally sinkin' in Betty, right now is the last time I can dream about what happens when You see my face again" "The only thing I wanna do Is make it up to you"

"Peace" something about these lyrics in a Denzo context make me feel things, specifically through Damon's point of view. 6/10

"I never had the courage of my convictions As long as danger is near And it's just around the corner, darling 'Cause it lives in me No, I could never give you peace" "All these people think love's for show But I would die for you in secret The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?" "And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences Sit with you in the trenches" "But the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me"

"Hoax" Angst upon angst, from switching point of views, but both very Augustine based. 5/10

"My best laid plan Your sleight of hand My barren land I am ash from your fire" "You knew it still hurts underneath my scars From when they pulled me apart But what you did was just as dark Darling, this was just as hard As when they pulled me apart"

"The Lakes" the general vibe of this song gives me so many denzo fic ideas, specifically something really soft and wistful, but these lines actually do fit in a bit with canon and how Enzo wanted Damon to go with him. 4/10

"Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you" "I'm setting off, but not without my muse No, not without you"

ALBUM 9. EVERMORE.

"Willow" starts us off with some wistful vibes, mainly from Enzo once again just wanting Damon, but ALSO from Damon willing to literally go anywhere for Enzo, just so long as he doesn't lose him again. 3/10

"Wherever you stray I follow I'm begging for you to take my hand Wreck my plans That's my man" "Wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark"

"gold rush" I only included this one because these lines give me heavy Odyssey vibes and I can't just ignore that when talking about Damon and Enzo. 2/10

"Gleaming Twinkling Eyes like sinking ships On waters so inviting I almost jump in"

"'tis the damn season" 3/10

"There's an ache in you put there by the ache in me But if it's all the same to you It's the same to me"

"You can run, but only so far I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave But if it's okay with you, it's okay with me"

(You already covered "tolerate it" so I can skip that one but it is one of my favourites for them)

"happiness" that third section from Enzo's point of view kills me. 5/10

"There'll be happiness after you But there was happiness because of you Both of these things can be true" "Haunted by the look in my eyes That would've loved you for a lifetime Leave it all behind" "I can't make it go away by making you a villain I guess it's the price I paid for seven years in Heaven" "After giving you the best I had Tell me what to give after that All you want from me now is the green light of forgiveness"

"dorothea" 1/10

"Do you ever stop and think about me?" "It's never too late To come back to my side"

"coney island" for some regretful Damon. 6/10

"And if this is the long haul How'd we get here so soon? Did I close my fist around something delicate? Did I shatter you?" "Will you forgive my soul When you're too wise to trust me and too old to care?" "Did I leave you hanging every single day?" "Did I paint your bluest skies the darkest gray?"

"ivy" that last part hurts a little too much 4/10

"Oh, goddamn My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand" "I'd live and die for moments that we stole On begged and borrowed time" "So yeah, it's a fire It's a goddamn blaze in the dark And you started it You started it"

"cowboy like me" more Augustine angst. 7/10

"I've got some tricks up my sleeve Takes one to know one" "You're a cowboy like me Perched in the dark Telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear" "You're a bandit like me Eyes full of stars Hustling for the good life Never thought I'd meet you here It could be love We could be the way forward And I know I'll pay for it" "And the skeletons in both our closets Plotted hard to mess this up"

"marjorie" because ANGST 6/10

"And if I didn't know better I'd think you were talking to me now If I didn't know better I'd think you were still around What died didn't stay dead What died didn't stay dead You're alive, you're alive in my head"

"closure" but from Enzo's point of view. 8/10

"It's been a long time And seeing the shape of your name Still spells out pain It wasn't right The way it all went down" "Don't treat me like some situation that needs to be handled I'm fine with my spite" "I know I'm just a Wrinkle in your new life Staying friends Would iron it out so nice Guilty, guilty reaching out across the sea That you put between you and me But it's fake And it's oh so unnecessary"

"evermore" oh the pain of Enzo clinging to thoughts of Damon so as to not lose his humanity in Augustine. 4/10

"And when I was shipwrecked (can't think of all the cost) I thought of you (all the things that will be lost now) In the cracks of light (can we just get a pause?) I dreamed of you (to be certain we'll be tall again) (If you think of all the costs) It was real enough (whether weather be the frost) To get me through (or the violence of the dog days) (Out on waves being tossed) But I swear (is there a line that we could just go cross?) You were there"

"right where you left me" is another wonderfully angsty song when put into Enzo's perspective in Augustine. 9/10

"But I'm right where you left me Matches burn after the other Pages turn and stick to each other" "Still sitting in a corner I haunt Cross-legged in the dim light They say, "What a sad sight"" "Everybody moved on I, I stayed there Dust collected on my pinned-up hair They expected me to find somewhere Some perspective, but I sat and stared" "Right where you left me You left me no, oh, you left me no You left me no choice but to stay here forever"

"And it's been so long But if you ever think you got it wrong

I'm right where you left me"

"it's time to go" so the first part is Damon convincing himself that leaving Enzo in Augustine was the right thing to do for himself, and then the other two parts are Enzo's point of view. 5/10

"Sometimes giving up is the strong thing Sometimes to run is the brave thing Sometimes walking out is the one thing That will find you the right thing 15 years, 15 million tears Begging 'til my knees bled I gave it my all, he gave me nothing at all" "Now he sits on his throne in his palace of bones Praying to his greed He's got my past frozen behind glass"

And from the vault, we begin with "You All Over Me" because this part just has Damon and Enzo written all over it. 7/10

"I lived, and I learned Had you, got burned Held out, and held on God knows, too long And wasted time, lost tears Swore that I'd get out of here But no amount of freedom gets you clean I've still got you all over me"

I don't even need to list the exact lyrics from "Mr. Perfectly Fine" that reminds me of Damon and Enzo because let's be honest, it's the entire song. 10/10 for angst and emotion.

"We Were Happy"another little dose of angst but with a touch of wistfulness to it, I'm feeling in Enzo's perspective. 6/10

"No one could touch the way we laughed in the dark" "Oh, I hate those voices Tellin' me I'm not in love anymore But they don't give me choices"

"That's When" very much makes me think about when Enzo found out Damon killed Maggie and decided to turn off his humanity rather than hate him. (Aside from the line at the end because that is basically what Enzo asked Damon when they reunited for the first time.) 9/10

"You said, "I know" When I said, "I need some time, need some space To think about all of this" You watched me go And I knew my words were hard to hear And harder to ever take back And I said, "When can I come back?"" "I said, "I know" When you said, "I did you wrong, made mistakes And put you through all of this" (through all of this) Then through the phone Came all your tears And I said "Leave those all in our past"" "And you said, "Honestly When you were gone, did you ever think of me?""

"Don't You" painful but fitting for how Enzo felt when reuniting with Damon. 9/10

"But don't you, don't you Smile at me and ask me how I've been Don't you say you've Missed me if you don't want me again You don't know how much I feel I love you still

So why don't you, don't you?" "Sometimes I wish that I could hate you I've tried, but that's just somethin' I can't do My heart knows what the truth is I swore I wouldn't do this" "So I'll walk out of here tonight Try to go on with my life And you can say we're still friends (But I don't wanna pretend)"

Once again, basically all of "Better Man" fits them, I recommend just listening to the whole song and picturing Enzo talking about/to Damon. 9/10

"Run" Murder Husbands on a roadtrip. 9/10

"We shouldn't be in this town And my so-called friends, they don't know I'd drive away before I let you go So give me a reason and don't say no, no There's a chain 'round your throat, piece of paper where I wrote "I'll wait for you" "And run, like you'd run from the law Darling, let's run Run from it all We can go where our eyes can take us Go where no one else is, run"

And so that concludes our list of Taylor Swift songs written for Damon and Enzo! It is much longer than I actually thought it was going to be, but here we are. I'm just surprised Tumblr hasn't crashed in the (6-hour) process of me writing this.

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