#he’s waiting for Damon to come clean up behind him

[cauliflowertree]

damon salvatore—in the path of a lightning bolt

.ೃ࿐ྂ damon salvatore x fem!reader

summary: there’s a mysterious man at the bar. do you know him already? [warnings: mentions + consumption of alcohol, mentions of food] -> i’m not super happy with this but i’m posting it anyway.

word count: 1.9k

fanfic no. 018

walking into the mystic grill, you sighed a deep breath of relief to be far from everyone else, far from elena, caroline and bonnie. there was something going on with all three of them and none of them had bothered to clue you in. you were the outsider, and you’d no idea what you had done to deserve it.

ever since stefan had come to town, everything had been different, especially elena. 

you sat at the bar, hopping up on a stool before the young looking bartender. it seemed busier than usual, though you weren’t sure why. the bartender gave you a smile but you weren’t quite interested in ordering yet. turning around the survey the rest of the room, you saw what looked to be a rather rowdy party heading over to the bar from the back of the grill. you recognised one of them, though you weren’t sure from where. his eyes lit up when he saw you—he’d caught on faster than you had—and he began approaching your stool.

“y/n?” he said as if in astonishment. but no one ever left mystic falls.

“sure is,” you laughed, hoping he wouldn’t notice that you couldn’t really remember him.

“great to see you! are you meeting someone?” he asked, not hiding his intentions very well.

“uh, no!” you smiled coyly, wondering if this might win you a free drink. it was all a game, truly.

“awesome,” he smirked, and you could see his demeanour changing upon learning this new information. “can i buy you a drink?” 

“sure, why not?” you said, as if it wasn’t what you were hoping for all along.

“what do you want?”

“how about some tequila?” you suggested innocently.

he scoffed slightly, for it wasn’t often people asked for tequila when someone offered to buy them a drink—it usually informed the buyer of their disinterest in them in favour of free intoxication. but he was a man and he wasn’t going to complain about your drink of choice, he was simply happy you took him up on the offer.

the bartender barely gave you a second glance when the man ordered four shots for the both of you. you declined the lime and salt, took the shots eagerly and waited for him to finish his routine of licking salt from his hand, drinking the shot and then biting into a lime twice over until he was finished. he smiled with anticipation when the shot glasses were empty, but for some reason his joy began to fade in an instant. 

“why don’t you go enjoy your party?” a voice came from behind you, and the man before you did as he was told without another thought.

“so, long day?” the voice asked you, sliding in next to you at the bar.

you turned to look at the person who had ruined your chance for free drinks. he was handsome, there was no denying that—his beauty was almost timeless. but he had ruined your carefully crafted plan, so this was no time for pleasantries, especially since you couldn’t quite see what was so intimidating about him that the man before would simply give up without complaint.

“maybe,” you said, hoping to be blunt enough to push him away. 

there were plenty of people in the mystic grill, plenty of other people to bother, so why did it have to be you? maybe it was because you were here alone, a perfect target. though, you could think of worse; this man had a dangerous sense of allure about him. his pale blue eyes promised something you weren’t sure you wanted. but you always thought there was no harm in peeking.

“hmm, boyfriend got you down?” he asked, downing the bourbon he had ordered in one, clean sip. “or girlfriend?”

“no, he’s-”

“oh, but there is someone? so, am i too late?” he smirked coquettishly. you were about to complain about elena’s boyfriend, but perhaps there was another, more intriguing, way to get drinks in this bar.

“depends on what you have to offer,” you shrugged. 

there was a glint in his eye as he shuffled closer to you. “anything you want,” he whispered closely. his breath was stained with alcohol, but at that moment, it was all you wanted. 

the man eyed the empty shot glasses and the half eaten limes next to you and began to eye the bartender. “four more,” he asked quickly, before turning his attention back to you. 

“and you think you have what i want?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow, thanking the bartender silently as he passed you and the mysterious man more shots.

“i think,” he began, eyeing your lips as you put the small glass to them. “you know exactly what you want, and you wouldn’t waste your time on me if you thought i didn’t have it.”

 

how interesting, that he would be right having just met you. but staring at him now, he was beginning to look oddly familiar. the messy black hair, the dark menacing eyes, that thrilling smile. maybe he hadn’t just met you. maybe he was someone who watched you from afar, just like he did everyone else. someone who learned people’s secrets before he introduced himself so he always had the upper advantage. someone who thrived on an invisible power dynamic. 

“i know you,” you accused, narrowing your eyes at the so-called stranger. 

his smile never faded, but he didn’t speak either. it was a perfect mask, you thought, indifference. the more the two of you stayed quiet, you silently analysing him, and him smirking at you analysing him, the more you saw past his mask. he was starting to get a little nervous. but why? who was he? you were just about to give up when his smile dropped completely. and then, you knew exactly who it was, damon salvatore.  

“you’re damon, stefan’s brother,” you named him, “what do you want with me, damon?” 

he seemed amused that you’d figured it out, humoured that you’d challenged him. he thrived on chaos, living life on the edge of a knife with the blade up. “not much,” he raised his eyebrows nonchalantly. “where’s elena? with stefan?” he taunted.

“what’s it to you? want to know all their secrets?”

“oh, i know all of their secrets. i’m more intrigued by you. you’re very interesting,” he laughed, but you weren’t at all sure his words were genuine. 

his laugh might have been enough to convince you to believe him, but you remembered elena’s warning about stefan’s older brother. though she wouldn’t tell you more than was necessary. she was always keeping secrets these days. perhaps that was why you wanted to know more, to know what made him tick, or perhaps it was completely out of elena’s influence. 

“i have a feeling you already know all my secrets. you don’t seem the type to offer any part of yourself before knowing the other’s weaknesses,” you pointed out, taking your last shot, beginning to feel the strong liquor take effect. 

“what’s the use in knowing your weaknesses? no, i like to know your strengths, that way i can play to them,” he corrected, offering you a sip of his bourbon. you laughed at him, bowing your head, but took the glass between your fingers.

“you’re good at the game, i’ll give you that,” you smirked, taking a sip and letting the liquid sit on your tongue for a moment.

“what can i say?” he accepted your compliment. “but games are all well and good, it’s much more fun when you have an opponent who hates to lose.” 

so it’s not the winning he enjoys, as much as beating someone who prides themselves on never losing. but if he wasn’t playing games with you, what was he doing? 

“i think i’m starting to figure you out,” you dared.

“i don’t think so.” was he nervous? “and besides, there’s no need, you’ll only ever know what I tell you.”

“well that’s not true at all, is it?” you laughed, scrunching your eyebrows together in confusion. 

“isn’t it?” 

“well, you’ve never said you’re handsome, have you? but i know that about you,” you pointed out, looking rather smug until you realised just exactly what you’d revealed. perhaps the tequila was going to your head. 

he didn’t reply, only smiled and nodded as if in agreement. of which part, you weren’t sure. it began to get quite rowdy behind you again, and it was clear form the increasing noise that the party were nearing the bar for more drinks.

“should we get out of here?” he asked in a low rumble, leaning closer to you. 

the sensation sent shivers down your spine, and you perked up a little higher in response. 

“yeah, i think we should,” you grinned. 

you hopped down from the stool and stumbled a bit, becoming, for the first time, acutely aware of the amount of alcohol you’d had in such a short period of time with little food in your system. he caught your arm and held you up gently, steadying you. you tried to ignore the heat you felt where his hand clasped around your arm and where his own arm wrapped around your waist, but that was quite nearly impossible. damon walked you out of the bar and called for a taxi, all while keeping hold of you like you might disappear or hurt yourself accidentally. 

the cab was quick to stop for the two of you and damon opened your door and helped you in, making sure you had your bag safely with you. he quickly entered from the other side, dropping in beside you and leaning against the window. you hadn’t fastened your seatbelt, though damon hadn’t noticed, so you slid along the leather seats or the cab closer to him. damon looked at you, almost surprised. you liked that, to surprise someone that always seemed to be one step ahead. he flashed a quick smile before leaning in a little closer, surprise seemingly left behind as fast as it had come. you pushed closer to where you wanted to be, closer to what might be dangerous, closer to what might have consequences. there were a few hesitant moments before your lips collided in a quick, tender kiss that was much better than you could’ve imagined. his cold hand moved to your jaw before caressing your neck, and you moaned slightly at his icy fingertips touching your heated skin. 

damon pulled away suddenly. “this is me,” he informed the driver. the car pulled over and damon opened his door, exiting the car swiftly and adjusting his jacket. 

pouting as he got out, you reached for his fingers, but only skimmed the palm of his hand. he bent his head so he could see you clearly, but he wasn’t smiling or smirking, he was simply looking at you for a split second before the armour he wore took shape again. 

“come and find me when you’re running on more than tequila, i’d be more than happy to entertain you for a while,” he offered with a wink before addressing the driver. “2104 maple street for her please,” he asked, handing over some money. “elena’s been looking for you.” 

he shut the door before you could respond and you watched him as the car began to drive away, turning look at him through the back window as he stood in the middle of the road, smiling as you left him behind. 

‘come and find me’, you thought to yourself with a grin.

🏷 @imabee-oralizard @bradleybeachbabe @velvetcloxds @flesh--amnesiac

#damon salvatore #damon salvatore x y/n #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore imagine #damon salvatore fic #damon salvatore fluff #damon salvatore fanfiction #damon salvatore oneshot #tvd damon #tvd fanfiction #tvd imagine #tvd fic #vampire diaries fanfiction #vampire diaries imagine

[thatfanficstuff]

Not About You - 30

Pairing: Damon x OFC

Warnings: grief and stuff

A/N: ugh.

The only sound to be heard during the long drive was Lucy’s quiet sobs. She curled into Damon’s side and trembled while he wrapped her in his arms and whispered comforting words. Elijah was the last of her family. The last person that would always accept her for who and what she was, no matter what. There were others that were close, but it was Elijah that had been there her entire life. That had always seemed to show up just when he was needed. Hot tears ran down her face in a steady stream. There was a list of numbers she was to call in the event something happened to him but it could wait. The whole world could wait.

She shut down, knowing Damon would take care of her. Retreating into her head and her memories, her cries eased though the occasional tear still tracked down her face. When they arrived home, she was vaguely aware of Damon carrying her inside. She heard the murmur of Caroline’s voice and Stefan’s rumbling answer. Her vampire ignored them both and carried her up the stairs to their room.

He sat her on the counter in the bathroom and moved away to start the shower. When he was satisfied with the temperature, he returned to her and began undressing her, moving slowly to keep from startling her.

“I know you don’t believe me right now, Lucy, but everything will be okay. I promise.”

She didn’t believe him, promises or no.

After Damon had cleaned the blood from her body and fed her his own to heal her, they lay together in the bed. His fingers ran through her hair as she laid curled into his side with her head on his chest. Lucy’s breath hitched as she bit back another sob. Damon’s hold tightened, his warmth a stark contrast to the biting cold sorrow that settled in her bones.

“Shhh,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her hair. “I’ve got you. Just let it go, baby.” His voice soothed the raw edges that threatened to cut her open. His presence a reminder that she wasn’t alone in the world. That he would protect her from what chaos and cruelty he could. Anyone else might find that ironic. That this man, of them all, would make her feel that way. But that was as he’d always been for her. An anchor in the storm.

A gentle knock at the bedroom door interrupted the quiet. "Lucy? Damon?" Stefan's voice, laced with concern, filtered through the wood. He wouldn’t be interrupting them unless he needed something.

"Can it wait, Stefan?" Damon’s tone carried a protective growl, an audible shield thrown up around the grieving woman in his arms.

"It's important," came Stefan’s instant reply. "You both need to come. I’m sorry."

Lucy felt the shift of Damon's chest as he sighed. She knew they couldn't ignore Stefan's plea, but for a heartbeat longer, she wished they could remain isolated from the rest of the world's demands. Damon’s fingers stroked her back in silent reassurance, a promise that no matter what lay beyond the bedroom door, she wouldn’t be alone.

They trailed behind Stefan as he lead them to the front door in silence. Lucy froze when she spotted the door hanging open, Rose stood just beyond the threshold. Her fingers twitched at her sides and a frown creased her brow. Lucy worked a muscle in her jaw as she stared at the woman. “What the fuck is she doing here, Stefan?”

“She followed us from the house. She says she has information that we need to know.”

Caroline moved to stand beside her boyfriend when Lucy didn’t respond.

The truth was she didn’t know what to say. This…woman ruined everything. Lucy didn’t much care what she had to tell them. “I can’t,” she whispered, her voice barely loud enough for the vampires to hear. “Not now.”

“Who is this?” Damon asked, looking between his brother, his girl, and the stranger at their door.

“One of my kidnappers.” Lucy’s voice was flat, emotionless.

“What the fuck are thinking, Stefan?” Damon snapped as he tightened his hold on Lucy’s waist.

Stefan sighed. “I’m thinking with Elijah gone, we need answers.”

“Please,” Rose begged. “It’s about the Originals and what they have planned for your friend. She’s running out of time.”

Lucy stepped closer to the doorway. “And whose fault is that? You kidnapped her to trade her for what you wanted, now you suddenly have a conscience? Now you feel bad? He’s dead because of you.” Her voice cracked with anger and grief.

Rose shifted her on her feet. “I’m sorry. I really am, but I was desperate. I’ve been running for 500 years. I’m tired. I did what I thought I needed to do. Lexi’s good people. If she came to save you, you must be too. I want to help. To make amends. Let me do what I can.”

"No.”

"I understand you’re upset but this is bigger than any of us," Rose argued.

"If you’re that desperate to help, go find the teenager. She’ll listen to you," Lucy managed to say, her voice thick with exhaustion.

Rose snorted. “And what is she supposed to do against the oldest vampire in the world on her own?”

Lucy just arched a brow. She really didn’t fucking care what Elena did.

Caroline's hand dropped onto Lucy's shoulder in a gentle touch that pulled her back from her thoughts. "Lucy, please," she implored. "I know you don’t care about Elena, but I do. She’s my friend. Please. For me.”

Lucy's gaze locked with Caroline's as she studied her friend for a long moment.

"Fine." The word came out more resigned than she intended, a weary exhale of defeat.

Caroline's face softened with relief, her grip on Lucy easing to a grateful squeeze.

"But not tonight. If this is so damned important to the doppelganger, she should be here for the conversation and I’m exhausted.”

"Okay," Caroline agreed quickly, nodding her understanding. "In the morning."

“What about me?” Rose asked.

Lucy turned away without even a glance in the other woman’s direction. “There’s a bench on Elena’s porch. Try that.”

"Lucy." Caroline’s soft voice drew her to a stop. "Thank you. I’ll find a way to make this up to you.”

Lucy glanced over her shoulder, the ghost of a frown etched upon her tired features. A single nod was all she offered, too drained to bother with more of a response.

Damon watched the exchange with a furrowed brow. He swept her up into his arms. "Let's get you back to bed," he murmured, his voice low and comforting. She relaxed in his protective hold and let herself drift away, hoping to forget the day even for the briefest of moments.

It was earlier than Lucy liked when a knock sounded on the door, not that she’d managed much sleep the night before. Between memories of Elijah’s death and conversations with Damon about her uncle being one of the Original vampires, rest had been fleeting. Caroline rushed to the door and answered it to find Elena accompanied by Rose. The redness rimming Elena’s eyes was stark against her pale skin. "Please, let us in."

“You can come in,” Lucy shouted from the living room so the vampire could enter.

Caroline stepped away from the door with a soft smile, leaving them to enter and shut it behind them. Elena crossed the threshold and took in the scene before her. Lucy was on the couch, curled against Damon’s side, Caroline sitting beside her to offer the comfort of her presence. Stefan sat beside the blonde and kept shooting glances over to Lucy to make certain she was alright.

A sharp twinge of annoyance pricked at Elena. After her discussion with Rose this morning, she’d expected to be the focus of everyone’s concern. Instead, everyone seemed to be rallying around Lucy. It was Elena that was in danger. That deserved everyone protecting her, comforting her. What was the point of crying before she came over if no one even noticed?

Of course, Lucy was a complete mess. Her eyes were swollen and dull in her grief. Even the air in the boarding house seemed heavy in sympathy. Elena had come seeking solace, attention, protection, but as she watched Caroline hover close to the other woman, murmuring soft words and brushing a stray lock of hair from Lucy’s forehead, Elena’s annoyance simmered. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go at all.

Elena clenched her fists at her sides, wondering when Caroline had found another best friend. She was supposed to be comforting Elena. She was supposed to insist her vampire boyfriend and his brother help Elena. Before Elena could become even more annoyed, Rose stepped past her and spoke up.

“Okay. You have to understand I can only tell you what I’ve heard. There are so many myths and legends that I can’t tell you what is real and what isn’t,” she started.

Lucy rolled her eyes in annoyance. “That isn’t inspiring a lot of confidence.”

“I know Klaus is real,” the vampire snapped.

“Klaus? Who’s that?” Elena asked.

“One of the Originals,” Damon answered.

“The Originals are the first generation of vampire,” Stefan added.

“His full name is Niklaus. Elijah’s brother.” Lucy pressed further into Damon’s side. She’d grown up hearing stories about Elijah’s past and his family. He might have neglected to mention they were the first vampires, but that didn’t invalidate the rest of what he’d told her.

Rose snorted. “Elijah is the Easter Bunny compared to Klaus. He’s the real deal.”

Lucy arched a brow. “Hmm. That Easter Bunny killed your friend with a slice of his hand. I guess it’s easy to be brave when your boogeyman is dead.”

The vampire paled and her mouth dropped open slightly at the reminder of Trevor’s death.

“Lucy,” Caroline hissed from beside her.

Lucy shrugged. She didn’t particularly care if she hurt her kidnapper’s feelings.

Stefan cleared his throat. “Klaus is the oldest.”

“No he’s not. He’s the middle child. Explains a lot of his anger issues,” Lucy corrected.

Damon coughed to cover a laugh. “I don’t think that’s really the point right now, baby.”

“So this Klaus wants to sacrifice me in a ritual because I look like someone he used to know?” Elena asked.

“It’s not that simple—” Rose started.

Lucy cut her off. “Not exactly. But close enough. Good luck.” She pushed herself off the couch and headed into the kitchen.

The others watched her leave various levels of concern or annoyance on their faces.

"Let's head to school, Elena," Caroline suggested with a gentle smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Fine," Elena muttered, her shoulders stiff as she turned on her heel, escaping the boarding house with Caroline close behind. Stefan's silent figure trailed them, his expression unreadable, but his protective instincts clear in the set of his jaw.

Rose shifted her gaze to Damon. "We need more information. More than what we have to stand a chance against them."

“Why do you care?” Lucy asked as she stepped back into the room with a fresh cup of coffee in hand.

“Excuse me?”

“Well, you insisted that we needed to hear what you had to say for Elena’s sake. You told us precisely nothing we didn’t already know in one form or another. Now you’re saying we need more information. Why are you really here, Rose?”

The vampire sighed. “I’m tired of running. Elijah was supposed to be the answer. If you get rid of Klaus, I’m free.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Lucy muttered against the rim of her mug.

“Look. I know someone in Richmond that can help us, alright?” Rose said.

After some deliberation, Damon and Lucy decided to accompany Rose to Richmond. They rode in her SUV as she was minus a daylight ring and needed the heavy tint on her windows to survive. They pulled into an underground parking garage and climbed out of the car. Before Lucy fully realized what was happening, Damon had Rose pinned to one of the posts.

“If this is a setup or you do anything to endanger my human, I will rip your heart out and shove it down your throat. It’s something I’m very good at.”

Rose flipped their positions in a blink. “I’m older than you and stronger. Don’t get on my bad side.”

Lucy had a stake in her hand the moment Damon was endangered. She stepped up behind Rose and pressed the point against her back right behind her heart. “You’re already on my bad side and I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty. Don’t threaten those I care about, Rose. It won’t end well for you.”

Rose raised her hands and took a step back as Lucy put away the stake. “You can trust me,” she insisted. The other two rolled their eyes before following her to a café with an entrance in the garage.

Damon wrapped an arm around Lucy’s waist as they walked. “That was kind of hot.”

Lucy gave him a small smile and shook her head. He held open the door for her to walk into the café. She stayed behind Damon as Rose met her friend Slater and introduced him the other vampire.

Slater grinned and extended his hand eagerly. "Damon Salvatore. I know so much about you."

"Hopefully, only the good parts," Damon replied, a smile curving his lips.

"Of course, of course," Slater assured him.

As they talked, Lucy drifted away. She ordered a black coffee, hoping the bitter brew would help her focus. With the steaming cup in hand, she moved to the window to gaze out at the people rushing by. The warmth from the cup seeped into her palms, chasing away some of the chill that seemed to have taken up permanent residence.

Her eyes found the reflection of the others in deep conversation. Movement across the street caught her eye. A street musician. A man knelt beside his case, rifling through the contents before throwing a bill inside. Odd. Even odder was the man’s attire. A well-tailored suit. As he stood, Lucy’s fingers tightened around her cup. Her breath hitched as her gaze ran over the familiar figure. Though he had yet to turn she’d recognize him anywhere. Elijah.

As if she’d called him, he turned then, his eyes immediately finding hers. Shock seized her, rooting her to the spot, as their gaze met through the windowpane. Disbelief etched her features, her wide eyes locked onto his. It was impossible.

Elijah's lips curved into a knowing smile and he raised a finger to his lips, a silent plea for discretion. With a tilt of his head, he gestured for her to join him.

"Uh, Damon," Lucy stammered as she approached their table, “I have a friend that wants to meet up while I’m in town. I’ll find my own way home."

Damon turned, his gaze sharp and searching, but Lucy was already sidestepping away from them. He reached out and grabbed her wrist to keep her close. “I don’t think you should be alone right now.”

Her brow furrowed, not wanting to lie to him but not knowing what to tell him until she’d talked to Elijah. She shook her head and pulled away before leaning down to kiss him softly. “I’ll be fine. I promise.”

He nodded after a moment but she felt his eyes on her as she tossed her cup and headed out the back door. She raced through the garage until she find her way to the street, hoping he hadn’t disappeared in the short time he’d been out of her sight. Her eyes fell on Elijah once again just as he threw a handful of coins at the café. Windows shattered and shrill screams filled the air. Her heart raced in panic but Damon would be fine. He had his ring, after all.

In a flash, he was by her side, pulling her into a narrow alley away from prying eyes. Tears flooded her eyes as she through her arms around him. “You’re alive,” she breathed, her voice muffled against his chest.

He ran a hand down her back as he held her close. “I wouldn’t leave you. Not for anything.”

Eventually, she pulled back and wiped her face, knowing she still looked a mess. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “We need to talk.”

#damon salvatore fanfiction #damon salvatore x ofc #vampire diaries fanfiction #series: not about you

[shortace]

It's easy to overlook what an absolutely dramatic theatre kid Butler is, when you compare him to Artemis.

But think: when Damon Kronski brings young Artemis to his chalet, Artemis is left alone in the room for several minutes while Kronski goes to clean up. Kronski comes back in, the two of them have a discussion and come to an agreement, Artemis clicks his fingers, and then Butler appears from behind a curtain.

He's been standing there that whole time, waiting for his cue. Even when Kronski wasn't in the room, even in a moment when the logical thing to do would be to talk to Artemis and iron out last-minute details, he stays hidden. He must await his moment, and do his dramatic reveal.

#artemis fowl #domovoi butler

[wren-devereaux]

It was the first birthday in Wren’s life that she didn’t wake up to the smell of freshly baked cinnamon rolls or a trail of flowers leading her to the giant balloon arch in the kitchen where her parents waited to dote on her with affection and gifts. It wasn’t the first tradition that had been broken since “the event”, as Wren had dubbed Wingard’s gala in her head, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

Instead of the sweet scent of nostalgia slowly rousing her from her slumber, Wren was woken up abruptly by the incessant vibrating of her phone on her nightstand. Eyes still closed and half asleep, she grinned to herself, assuming the call was one of her girlfriend’s to be the first to wish her an official happy birthday and gossip about last night’s party, and answered the phone with as much enthusiasm her groggy hangover would allow.

“Miss Devereaux?” The voice on the other end was definitely not Lola or Lenna. Wren sat up straight in her bed, running her fingers through the tangled mess of blonde locks on her head and pushing them out of her face. Blinking a few times to wake herself up more thoroughly, the voice repeated her name, this time with a hint of irritation.

“Yes. Hi, hello. Who’s speaking?” She finally replied, voice hoarse from lack of use and yelling most of the night over the music and fireworks.

“This is Jennifer Briggs, with the Miami-Dade Police Department. I’m sorry to have to make this call to you so early on a holiday but we need you to come down to the station. We’ve recovered your father’s body.” The phone slipped from Wren’s hand and onto the bed. She could hear the muffled voice of Jennifer Briggs into the comforter, once again saying her name. It felt like she couldn’t breathe and her vision was fuzzy before fading.

“'I'm not going to pass out.” Wren told herself as she tried to steady her breathing. “Compartmentalize.” She reminded herself, a tactic she used to get through the panic attacks when James died. Picking the phone back up, she brought it to her ear.

“What do you mean you recovered his body?” She said, her voice shaking as she tried to keep calm despite feeling the tears that were burning behind her eyes. “Where? What happened? What about my mother?” The questions were spewing out of her mouth in a jumbled mess, one on top of the other and they were the only thing that kept the impending sobs at bay.

“Miss…we’ll be happy to answer all your questions down at the station.”

The call ended and Wren stared at the now locked and dark screen of the phone cradled in her hands. The tears broke through, splattering off the screen until she had run completely dry a couple hours later. Her relationship with her father had been tumultuous in the past few years, to say the least, but there had been twenty years before that where he had been her hero. She wanted him to pay for what he had done, but not with his life. Wiping the screen clean, she unlocked her device and made two calls before getting dressed to go down to the station.

First, she called Jason. He might have been associated with Wingard but he was also the only lawyer Wren knew and if there was one thing the True Crime genre boom had taught her, it was that you didn’t go to the police station without a lawyer. Guilty or not.

Second, she called Damon but was met with his voicemail, which was too full for her to leave him a message so she followed up with a text.

Did they tell you they found his body?

#[wrd // narrative 3]

[bluecoolr]

Creeping Death

"Now what will you do on the day of punishment, and in the devastation which will come from afar? To whom will you flee for help?" - Isaiah 10:3

Episode 1: Bright Eyes

Warnings: Starts with fluff, fic does a 180 real quick, interrogation violence, Reinhart exploits Darrell's trauma and mental illness, rape mentions

A/N: I know I originally said that Darrell was kicked out of the Marines at 20. I'm changing it to 23. Red belongs to @cries-in-latino and Skulk belongs to @probably-a-plant-thing.

Morning arrived cold and dewy. The season was turning, touching fingers with Winter. There was warmth enough in the cabin, despite the nearly extinguished stove fire. Love heats the skin, nestles under it like a layer of fire, and affords lovers warmth through nights of closeness.

Darrell lay with Damon curled up against his chest. He'd carried him to the bedroom the night before, just after sleep overtook him. He'd cleaned him up as best he could and pulled the comforter over him. He would have helped him into some sleepwear, but he didn't want to wake him up.

He lightly brushed Red's skin, going even lighter as he traced the marks he had made. He felt guilt stirr within him. If he'd hurt him, it wasn't his intention.

"That tickles."

Darrell returned the smile Red gave him. He leaned over and placed a kiss on his forehead.

"Good mornin'."

Red groaned as he stretched. "Mornin', hon."

There was a muffled thud from outside. Darrell raised his head off the pillow. "Gumdrop? That you, darlin'?"

Skulk came running into the room. Seeing the two in bed, he dove right between them. He tucked both Red and Darrell's heads to his neck, peppering their temples with smooches. He reached under the comforter to squeeze Darrell's pec. He'd been waiting to do that. Ever since Darrell sent that cheeky mirror selfie.

Darrell lifted Skulk's mask. "Where've ya been?" he asked.

"Around," was Skulk's disyllabic response.

"Missed ya," Darrell told him, before leaning in to kiss him.

Skulk moved on to shower Red with similar attention. He pulled away after declaring he had to go to the bathroom. "Go on, Gummy. You know where everything is," said Red.

Red let out a surprised oof as Darrell rolled on top of him. He couldn't help a laugh. "Want me that bad, Blue? First thing in the morning?"

A cheeky grin lit up Darrell's face. "Yessir, I do," he replied, kissing down Red's bare chest. Then, further - all the way to the skin above his navel. "Ain't nothin' sweeter to wake up to."

Red kneaded Darrell's biceps, chuckling as he continued to kiss every bit of exposed skin he could reach. Quite leisurely, he found his way back up and kissed Red full on the mouth.

"I think we should wait for Skulk this time."

It was as they were smiling against each other's lips that they heard it.

Damon Herring!

Red propped himself up on his elbows, frowning at the door. The person outside was impatiently pounding their fist on the wood, rattling the door in its frame.

"Put some clothes on," Red urgently told Darrell.

They untangled themselves from the sheets, and gathered clothing from bags and closets.

Darrell tucked himself into his drawers and pulled on his pants. Red was still dressing, so he went over to answer the door before whoever it was knocked it clean off its hinges.

Darrell opened the door and suddenly he was 22 again and trembling. But the man wasn't Vicker. Not exactly. The man at the door was a good inch taller than him. Broad-shouldered, silver-haired, with piercing ice-blue eyes. He was dressed with military sharpness, but with noticeable vanity. He seemed upset to be there.

"Darrell Hosea Todd?" His voice was snappish, firm, deep.

Darrell dipped his head in a curt but wary nod. He spied the brass badge stuck on the man's belt.

"Turn around."

Darrell did as he was told, crossing his wrists behind his back.

"What the fuck is this?" Red demanded just as Darrell felt the cold sting of the cuffs.

"Damon Herring?"

The frown on Red's face deepened."Who's askin'?"

"Detective Lesley Reinhart, NOPD."

Reinhart squared up to Red. "You're both under arrest for kidnapping Brody Morgan and Carter Green," he declared.

"Just do what they tell you, hon. It's ok. Don't fight," Darrell said, stopping an explosive outburst from Red. He nundged a pair of Timbs at Red's direction. They were both still barefoot.

Reinhart shoved Darrell out the door. Someone caught him as he stumbled and his stomach clenched.

Wide-eyed, he looked into those eyes. Those eyes that sometimes broke through the surface of his sluggish memory, buoyed by curiosity and, at times, hatred. Staring right at them now felt like looking into the barrel of a gun. He knew what those lips tasted like once, held those hands that were suddenly steadying him again.

Seeing the way his mouth opened in a comically dumbstruck way, Darrell was sure he recognized him too. Because it was him.

Angel!

He snapped out of whatever train of thought he was riding on.

"Put him in the car!" Reinhart snapped. He hauled Red forward but roughly pulled him back. "Anybody else in here?" he said in his ear.

"No," Red lied.

Skulk had not emerged, and if Darrell knew him he would have heard the noise and escaped through the bathroom window.

Unconvinced, Reinhart grumbled and ordered Angel to check the house.

Darrell and Red sat in the back of a police car, wincing at the pain in their wrists. Darrell gave Red an encouraging smile. "It's ok. Everythin's gonna be alright."

—

Darrell sat on a metal chair in a dimly lit interrogation room in the Sheriff's Station. Hunched over and cuffed to a rail, he forced the urge to bounce his leg and tap his finger on the tabletop. They'd know, and the last thing he wanted was to expose any cracks in his composure.

He could feel himself sweat despite the cold.

Everything around him was polished and gray.

His heart raced against the steady ticking of the clock on the wall. He'd been there close to fifteen minutes now. They were watching him. There, behind the mirror. Like an animal in an enclosure.

He glanced at the dark glass. There was only his face there, blanched and haggard.

I can't go back in, he thought. I can't get locked up again. I can't do it. Not again.

We won't.

Back when he first heard it, he dismissed it as the voice in the back of his head - the one he thought in. Very quickly, however, he realized that it wasn't at all like that. It began to talk back at him. It - he - started to have his own opinions, his own personality. He was arrogant, stubborn. Worst of all, he demanded blood.

Creeping Death, his battalion called him.

"I am the reaper," he once whispered during a gunfight.

Darrell didn't have a name for him - that blond, bright-eyed bloodfiend.

Shut up, Darrell snapped at him. It's your fault we're here in the first place. You just had to do something, huh? You and your goddamn superiority complex. Stupid Jarhead hoo rah mentality-

Hey!

Darrell raised his eyes, looked in the direction where he thought the voice came from; The mirror. That was his face, but those twinkling eyes - a conniving man's bright eyes.

You don't get to talk like you don't fuckin' like it. You love it. You know it.

Darrell bowed his head, feeling Bright Eyes' stare boring holes into him.

Too bad you're too much of a fuckin' pussy to do it on impulse. Where's your magic 8 ball now?

Quiet, Darrell hissed.

God, you're so fuckin' pathetic.

Darrell gave him a sidelong glance. And what, you think you're such a hero?

Bright Eyes had the nerve to scoff. I'm a fuckin' god.

Darrell felt sick to his stomach.

And if you hadn't gotten yourself punked, I would've had a Medal of Honor by now. You stopped at Purple Hearts.

He shook his head. Stop.

You stop. I've had enough of you and your whining.

Darrell's lip trembled. There was no way to shut the voice out, not when it was in his own head.

I always have to get us out of trouble. I fought tooth and nail. I did a hundred pushups when you could only do ten. I jumped when you wouldn't. I saved our skin so many times you've got the medals to show for it. It was always an easy choice, but you just had to moan and piss about it every time. You're an embarrassment.

Darrell wiped sweat off his face on his sleeve.

So, shut the fuck up and let me do the talking.

The door opened and in flounced Reinhart and Angel, bearing mugs of steaming coffee.

"Well, Mr. Todd," Reinhart began loftily, "I must say, I'm impressed."

He tossed a folder on the table and sat across from Darrell. Angel stood leaning by the far wall.

"We pulled your records from the Marine Corps," he continued, opening the folder. "Says here you served in the Persian Gulf War. Is that right?"

When he spoke, his voice did not falter. "That's correct, sir."

"I was in 'Nam myself. Where'd you train?"

"South Carolina."

Reinhart nodded patronizingly. "Quite the list of accolades, and for such a brief career. You held the rank of Corporal. Your commanding officer commended your valor and marksmanship. Then at 23, you were declared unfit for service on grounds of mental illness."

His brow furrowed in mock bewilderment. Darrell clenched his jaw.

"Just out of curiosity, son, what the hell happened?"

They got Red. They got him, man.

Shhh… Focus.

"Around that time, there was dissension between my commanding officer and I."

"On account of what, Mr. Todd? Did he get too handsy in the shower room?"

Darrell was stunned. Bright Eyes lulled his anger to sleep. Stand easy. He's trying to get a rise out of you.

Reinhart was reading his file with an air of disinterest. "You filed a complaint with a SARC, claiming Commander Vicker sexually assaulted you. Everything's all muddled from there."

Angel stood in attention.

"Says here you recanted and were put through counseling. You were detained and were to be put on trial for attempted murder. Charges were dropped. No further investigations were made."

He snapped the folder close and leaned in until their noses were almost touching.

"See there's no use lying to me," Reinhart growled. "I'd appreciate your honesty from here on out."

Insulated as he was by that other man, Darrell glowered back.

—

In the next room, Red was groaning from the blows from the two officers interrogating him. "Argh, Fuck, man! Y'all tryna kill me?!" he groaned.

They hauled him back into the chair.

"I'm gonna ask you again, Herring. What happened to Brody Morgan?"

Red coughed. It was sort of funny. Things really could take a turn. You could have the best night of your life followed by the worst morning after. It was so funny he actually started laughing.

"I'm not gonna say again, Herring!"

Red huffed like an angry beast and snarled, "If that's what you wanna hear, then I did it!"

The officers were stunned. Connors, who was playing bad cop, gestured to the tape recorder. "Let me hear you say it!"

"I did it!" Red repeated.

"Tell me what happened," Connors roared.

"Alright!" Red yelled. He shook his head. "At about 5…5:30 or so to 11:30 that Friday night…"

His composure cracked and he began to wheeze. "I was bangin' that pretty little wife o' yours."

He threw his head back at the look of bewilderment on Connors' face. It just made him laugh harder. Just as another slap rattled him, he hoped Darrell was doing alright.

—

"Are you on any medication, Mr. Todd?"

"Dishonorable discharge disqualifies me from all VA benefits, Detective. If you were in 'Nam, you'd know that."

Reinhart didn't like that. "Are you prone to violent outbursts?" he persisted.

Bright Eyes had had enough. "I'm entitled to a lawyer. I refuse to answer any more questions until I have one."

"Where were you on the night Brody Morgan and Carter Green disappeared?"

Darrell winced. "You think I had anything to do with that?"

"You're the last person they saw," Reinhart pointed out.

"You know for certain?" Darrell inquired.

Reinhart slammed his hand palm-first on the table, ignoring Angel's weak warble. "What I know for certain is, based on the background check we ran and the CCTV footage we have, you're the only nut within a 5-mile radius with the skills and motive to harm Brody and his friend!"

The door was flung open by the Sheriff himself. "Reinhart! This is ridiculous! What gave you the idea-"

"Stand down, Sheriff! We have reasonable grounds to believe that this man is behind the disappearance of Brody Morgan and his friend." Reinhart bore down on him, but the Sheriff was hard as nails.

He scolded Reinhart like a misbehaving child. "Damn you, Reinhart! Outside!"

And to Darrell's surprise, Reinhart complied.

—

"You're a menace. You bring these kids down here without a warrant-"

Reinhart tried to brush it off, to brush Sheriff Burke off like lint off his jacket. "Sheriff," he said, "I told you, we have reason to believe-"

"On what grounds?!" Burke snapped. "Conjecture? Coincidence? Jesus Christ, last week you were ready to hall Stuttering Dan Williams in!"

Reinhart balled his hand into a fist. "This is different, Burke," he said through gritted teeth. "With Todd's military skills, he's a deadly weapon. He's not subject to the same laws as common civilians."

The two older men's staredown was broken when Angel piped up. "Vets with his experiences, 9 times out of 10, fit the profile of an unpredictable aggressor," he added.

"Oh, does it?" The question was laced with sarcasm. "With all due respect, Detective Hernandez, by your 9th birthday I was already putting away rapist, sadists, and murderers, so don't tell me jackshit about profiling criminals."

The detectives shifted their weight from one foot to the other, grasping at straws.

"That man is a war hero," declared Burke, "to whom unfortunate circumstances have occurred. Since he came to this town, he's stopped a total of 5 armed robberies by himself. The fire department rejected his application, because of the damn discharge they nailed to his back."

"All the same, the rape, the attempted murder of his commanding officer-"

Burke pulled a face and scoffed. "Oh fuck you, Reinhart. The more sensational the story, the better huh? If you cared more about finding these boys instead of making a name for yourself before the media lost interest, you'd be getting better results. What's the matter? Arthur Morgan gave you a deadline?"

Reinhart stammered, "Damon Herring-"

"A couple battery charges, most occured when he was drunk. He's a troublemaker with a temper. He was working when the boys went missing. His alibi checks out. Did you at least get that far with Todd?"

The detectives fell silent. The men watched Darrell from the other side of the two-way mirror.

It was Sheriff Burke's turn to take a crack at it. He went into the interrogation room and set a cup of coffee in front of Darrell. Speaking to him like a stern but understanding father would to a child, he asked Darrell what he knew about the incident and where he had been the past few days.

Darrell gave him his account: Brody and Carter stopped at the gas station for gas, which he gave. They bought snacks and left, but not before physically assaulting Dan. That was the last time he saw them. Later that night, he set off south to visit a friend.

"I asked my boss to let me off early that night. Ask Melvin, he'll vouch for me," he said.

Sheriff Burke was scribbling on a small notebook. "Could you tell me the name o' this friend o' yours?" he asked.

"Yes, sir. Gunther Roof. G-U-N-T-H-E-R."

Burke nodded. Darrell gave him Gunther's address and phone number.

Behind the glass, Reinhart narrowed his eyes. He snapped his fingers and told Angel, "See if it checks out."

"He was an buddy o' mine. We were in the same squad."

"Alright, son. We'll give him a call. Nothing personal, just procedure, see."

Burke left to place the call. After three rings, Gunther picked up, corroborating Darrell's statement. Satisfied, Burke thanked the veteran for his cooperation and his service, and hung up. Several miles away, Bo hung up, opened the back of the throwaway phone, and snapped the SIM card like Darrell instructed beforehand.

Meanwhile, Burke arranged for Darrell and Red to be released at once.

"Wait, you're letting them go?" Angel asked.

"Lack of evidence, Hernandez," replied Burke.

Darrell stood in the lobby rubbing his wrists. Red stepped out of the break room, holding an ice pack to his face. The sight of him made Darrell tear up.

Red passed Connors in the hall. He fearlessly brandished his knuckles, threatening to backhand the much larger policeman. "Let me catch you on the street without that badge! I'll smack the shit out of you, ya fuckin' punk!"

"Fuckin' faggot," Connors clapped back.

They barely had time to register what happend next. Darrell grabbed Connors by the collar and drove him back against the wall. He hit the bulletin board so hard, he dented the cork and sent it clattering to the floor.

Darrell reeled back, but before he could land a punch, Burke pulled him away. "Not here, Todd! That's enough. Walk on home, boy," he said. "Come on. I'll give you a lift."

"This ain't over!" Darrell yelled at the door.

Once in the car, the Sheriff watched the couple in the back seat. "I'm sorry, you two. That was unwarranted. I'll make sure Connors get disciplinary action for that," he said.

Through the rearview mirror, Bright Eyes stared back.

A/N: I know it gets long I'm sorry 😅 But it's mostly dialogue so...

Tagging some moots that might like to see this! (If you want me to remove you please feel free to tell me <3) @rottent33th @slaasherslut @the-pinstriped-hood @kalid-raven @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @angxlslasher

Edit: @allthingsblood I was so sleepy I missed to tag you </3

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[purefandomonium]

Mysterious New Member-Ch 13

Diana lie on her back, staring at the ceiling as she absentmindedly fiddled with her necklace. She still remembered the day she got it. It was a gift from her father for her tenth birthday, roughly a year before things really seemed to change. Seven more would see the disaster that forced her into Handler’s Corner’s to begin with.

Diana was at the kitchen table working on the last of her homework when her father came in from the garage. Even from her place across the room, she could still smell the motor oil on him as he crossed the threshold.

“How’s my little birthday girl doing?” he asked as he went to the sink to wash his hands.

“Ready to party,” she replied, turning round in the chair to flash him a big grin. “I can’t wait for tomorrow!” Her birthday party had been planned for early Saturday afternoon and she couldn’t wait to have all her friends over. Her parents even let her pick out some fun activities to do.

Damon chuckled as he dried his hands. Ruffling her hair, he said, “Well, you can’t speed through time, so I’m afraid you’re gonna have to wait.” He laughed as she mock-pouted, arms crossed and shoulders raised. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a box.

Diana watched with childish curiosity as he held the box in front of her.

“I know you’ve got a full day before you officially hit the double-digits, but I figured you could get this early. Ten years is a pretty big deal, after all.”

She took the item, which was carefully wrapped in metallic blue with a green bow on top, and gently tore it open. When she lifted the lid off the simple black box she gasped.

Inside was a bright blue crystal diamond on a silver chain. It was such a vibrant color that it looked like it was glowing. She carefully lifted it out of its container and admired the way the light played off it. It was beautiful.

“I take it you like it,” Damon said to his awestruck daughter.

“Yes!” She held her hair up so he could secure the clasp. Once it was in place she twisted it around in her hands. It was a wonderful sky blue, like it was taken from heaven itself. She ensnared her dad in a tight hug and thanked him for the gift.

Damon chuckled again, giving another playful ruffle to her hair. “Anything for my little girl,” he said, hugging her back.

Diana inspected the necklace she still wore to this very day, one of the last few meaningful mementos from her father. After all these years, it still looked just as magical as it had back then. While the chain needed periodic cleaning, the crystal never grew dull or tarnished. Back then its illustrious glow had charmed her; now she was left curious as to how it never lost it. She’d always wondered where and how he’d gotten it.

A knock on the door startled her from her thoughts. She stared at it for a moment before telling whoever it was to come in.

The door slid open to reveal AJ, who stepped inside and let it slide shut behind him. He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling awkward.

“Hey,” Diana said tentatively. She’d never admit it aloud, but so far AJ was her favorite. The blonde Canadian had always been outgoing and friendly to her, and while that may have just been his disposition, she greatly appreciated it. He was the only one to treat her like a new teammate, not someone who needed to be watched closely. A random visit from him was odd, but not unwelcome. Especially after what had just transpired.

“How you holding up?” He knew it was a stupid question before he finished speaking. 

Diana didn’t mind in the slightest. “I’m… alright.” 

“Doesn’t sound like it.”

The wall across from her become a lot more interesting.

“Listen, I know this is hard on you. It was hard for me too.”

“Was it? Everybody seems to like you. Weren’t you Vert’s friend before all this?”

“Well, yeah, but that’s not-”

“AJ, I appreciate you trying to cheer me up—really, I do. But this isn’t something you can fix with a good attitude.” She crossed her legs and glowered at the floor. “You guys don’t trust me. Vert thinks I’m in over my head and Tezz thinks I’m a voluntary lab rat or something.”

“They don’t think that,” he said after a long pause. He thought about moving over to her but decided against it. She seemed like the type who enjoyed her space and not a friendly pat on the back. He leaned against the wall next to the door.

Diana snapped her gaze to him and huffed out a sarcastic laugh. “Coulda fooled me. You saw the way Vert spoke to me back there. And the worst part about it is that he had every right to. I am in way over my head. I haven’t given any of you a single reason to trust me.”

“Yeah, but you haven’t given us any reason not to trust you either.” At the curious look on her face he continued. “You could’ve easily ratted us out by now. Or sabotaged us. Or bailed on us. But you didn’t do any of that. You even came back after Tezz ransacked your car. Maybe the others don’t see that as much reason to trust you like they do each other—and that’s fair because you guys hardly know each other—but that makes you A-okay in my book.”

Diana felt a small smile tugging on her lips. “Unfortunately, the entire team doesn’t consist of just you, AJ.”

He grinned. “It’s a start.”

“Yeah, I guess it is,” she said with a grin of her own. It faded as she clasped her hands in her lap. “But after everything that’s happened, I’m not so sure Vert’s gonna trust me with anything important.”

“Aw, c’mon. If that was the case, he wouldn’t let you have free roam of the Hub.” He hummed in thought for a moment. 

Diana let the silence settle as her mind wandered. She couldn’t help but feel hopeless. She needed to be on this team if she wanted to do good and get answers, yet she was only giving them reasons to kick her off. Though AJ siding with her was a nice consolation, it wouldn’t do much good in the face of all the others. It was clear what Vert thought of her, and the others no doubt shared his opinion.

“You wanna know what I think?” AJ said suddenly.

Diana twitched and looked over at him in surprise. “What’s that?”

“I think part of the problem here is that you don’t know anyone well enough to get on their good side.”

He looked so proud of his apparent revelation that Diana felt the need to tone down her next words so as not to kick him. “Um, yeah? That’s literally what we were just talking about earlier, remember?”

“I know. What I mean is, you haven’t really spent any time around anyone outside of missions. You played video games with me and Zoom, and we’re having this talk right now, but that’s it. You haven’t hung with Agura for a girls’ night or something, and you haven’t really talked much with the others either.”

“So… What you’re saying is, I should go have one-on-one time with the rest of the team in an effort to get them to open up to me?” She watched AJ nod once and thought about it. “I mean, I guess that logic makes sense.”

“It totally makes sense,” he said with enthusiasm.

She had to chuckle at his energy. Despite the situation, she had to admit; AJ had a knack for cheering people up with his positive attitude. She just couldn’t find the energy to even be annoyed. It helped that he was bringing up a fair point too. The others saw her as some random civilian that got sucked into their multi-verse saving mission. Aside from proving herself useful in a fight, the only other things they knew about her was that she liked to hold her cards close and that she was somewhat standoffish. Perhaps it was time she changed that.

“You know what, AJ?” she said to his knowing smile. “That does make sense. I think I’m gonna take your advice.”

“And here you thought I couldn’t make things better with just a good attitude.” He saw her stand and made to leave.

“Hey, AJ?” She wore a genuine smile as he turned back to her. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it!” He left the room beaming.

Diana took a deep breath as she debated her next move. Vert was out of the question, which likely made Agura out of the question as well. They seemed too close to let things go in spite of the other. Sage still made her nerves itch, the alien being too surreal for her to accept so casually. Stanford… Well, she didn’t really feel like putting up with his clearly insufferable attitude right now. Sherman and Spinner perhaps. They both seemed well-rounded and kind, if a bit uneasy around her. Still, they were better than Zoom in that regard.

With her new goal in mind, she set off to find the Cortez brothers.

#mysterious new member #mnm #hot wheels battle force 5 #bf5 #fanfic #my writing #writers on tumblr

[k-ky]

Jacques Villeneuve and r/malelivingspaces

#jacques villeneuve #classic f1 #retro f1 #god what the #I get the tech stuff but #the plethora of toy cars in the back on the floor??? #feet pics #he’s cute #he’s waiting for Damon to come clean up behind him

[ambrosealcina]

The Littlest Mikealson

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Parring Mikealson Family X Brother! Reader

Summary: Elijah and Damon undagger you and your siblings and you go off on Klaus and surprise happens

Warnings ⚠️: [None]

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When Damon and Elijah are sent off to retrieve the coffins of the Mikaelson family they undagger you and your siblings and explain the plan.

"So we're gonna just leave..?" you ask "Yup and you can get out of my hair" the black haired vampire said codly "What if he comes after us and daggers us again?" you ask again "Don't worry dear brother that what this supposed 'Secret weapon' will take care" Kol said "Okay..?" you said suspiciously "Alright let's go everyone" Elijah said.

Now waiting for Kol,Rebekah,and Finn to finish there attack against Klaus you speed in and grab your dagger "M-M/N wait!" before he could stall any longer you stab him hard in the leg and speed next to your family "Your free to leave" Elijah said to the two Salvatore's standing to the corner "This is family business" and with that they speed out.

"I like what you've done with the new place Nik" Rebekah says snarkly before throwing a vase at a painting knocking it down "I wanted it to be for all of us.." he said quietly "a place we could call home a place we could all be a family.." he said sadly "None of use would have to be alone again..".

"Well your right none of use will be" Elijah says "Your staying behind" Finn says with a grin "We're leaving you Nik right after I kill that doppelganger wench then you will be alone.." Rebekah says "Always and forever..." you said in a hushed way "If you run I will hunt all of you down.." he says getting angry " and then you'll become everything you hate...our father" Elijah says back "I'M THE HYBRID!" he screams "I CANT BE KILLED" he screams louder "I have nothing to fear from any of you.." he says fully mad "you will when we have that coffin.." Elijah threatens.

You all sit in silence for a moment untill you hear the front door to the manor open when the person comes in you all are shocked "Mother..." you and Rebekah both say sadly you all move out of the way and let her walk toward Klaus.

Once she was infront of him she spoke "Look at me." she says sternly with that Klaus slowly looks up at her "Do you know why I'm here..?" "Y-your here to kill me.." "Nicklaus you are my son." she said "And I am here to forgive you.." she said surprising you and your siblings your mother now turned around says "I want us to be a family again" and after she finishes her speach and sends everyone to their room in the manor

/A/N• Okay I hope you enjoyed this sorry this is short My posting schedule is all weird But I watch kids from to 2 to 8 in the afternoon and clean so it's hard to post in the day time but anyway I hope you enjoyed see you next time

#klaus mikaelson x male reader #kol mikaelson x male reader #elijah mikaelson x male reader #tvd x male reader #finn mikaelson x reader #the originals x male reader

[peachesofteaches]

Y/n is going through a breakup and Damon helps

He reached across the seats and took her hand, little fingers sliding between his. “I heard what happened between you and…” He didn’t want to say his name, unsure if it was dangerous territory or not. You could never tell with drunk people. “Are you ok?”

Y/n nodded, placing her other hand on top of Damon’s, her cold hands absorbing the warmth that came from his. “He’s a dick and I hate him.” She concluded, the insult coming from her in one breath was almost humorous.

or

Y/n is going through a breakup and Damon helps

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i. 

“Y/n, honey, open up the door.” Caroline pleaded, ears perking when she heard the shuffling of feet across the floor followed by the click of a doorknob. Y/n stood before Caroline wearing a form-fitting black dress, her hair matted against her ears, tousled with hairspray and grease. Mascara clumped in waterfalls on her cheeks and Caroline had to stop herself from visibly cringing. She stunk of alcohol and cigarettes, the odors seeping through her pores, making Caroline’s eyes water.

“What happened?”

Y/n sniffled and sulked over to her rumpled bed, throwing herself on the mattress. “Jacob cheated on me.”

Caroline froze from where she stood by the door, her face falling into one of confusion. Y/n and Jacob had been together for three years, they met during their junior year of high school and Caroline remembers the couple always being attached at the hip. (Except for the past six months, but she figured that was none of her business.)

“He was at The Eden Club with Elle Nunez. Kissing.” She blew out a raspberry, her gaze focused on the spinning ceiling fan. “I’m never going back there again.”

“Elle Nunez?” Caroline pondered, coming to sit next to her best friend. The name sounded oddly familiar.

“Did we go to school with her?”

“Yeah.” Y/n hoisted herself up on her elbows. “You kicked her out of our One Direction fan club after she said we were stupid for shipping Larry.”

Caroline’s mouth formed an O-shape, faintly remembering her teal blue jeans and black ballet flats. “Why her she’s so-” Caroline started, expecting y/n to want to trash Elle. Except that y/n held up a hand, staying true to her belief that girls should support other girls.

“She didn’t do anything wrong though. I bet you Jacob told her we broke up.” Y/n said as she stood up and paced across her bedroom. “She’s not the other woman type.”

Caroline waited until y/n had climbed out of her thoughts before pulling her down to the bed, wrapping her arms around her shoulders. “I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?”

Y/n sighed, relaxing into Caroline, head-heavy against her shoulder. “Can we go get drunk? I want to party and forget about all this.”

“Sure, but I’m not going anywhere with you looking like that.” Y/n rolled her eyes and lightly shoved Caroline, giggling as she walked towards the attached bathroom and closed the door behind her.

~*~*~

Caroline spent the time y/n was showering to clean up around her apartment. This is what Caroline did best in situations where emotions were running high, she cleaned. She filled up two trash bags of empty alcohol, whispering under her breath about her friend's emotional drinking habits, then carried them down to the dumpster, replacing the bin with a new bag. She collected and washed the half-empty tea mugs that laid on every surface, pausing when her phone rang.

“Why are you calling me, Damon?” She said, her toneless voice hinting at how disinterested she was in the conversation.

“Well hello to you too, sunshine. A little birdie told me you’re at y/n’s.”

“Are you stalking us?”

“As much as I would love to... no. Bonnie told me. Is y/n ok? Nobody has heard from her in three days.”

Caroline poked her head at the bedroom door, noting that it was closed, and brought the phone closer to her. “She found out Jacob cheated on her. Let’s just say she’s not handling it well.”

“Like… crying?”

“No- like binge drinking, smoking, making a mess of her apartment. Stuff you do when you’re depressed. Wouldn’t you know?”

“Hah, good one. I’m coming over.”

“Well... we’ll be gone, we’re having a girl's night and I’m inviting Bonnie too.”

“Awwww,” Damon whined and Caroline rolled her eyes, wiping down the laminate countertops with a damp hand towel. “C’mon, Care-Bear, you know I can be one of the gals.”

“Not tonight. But I’ll call you if we need your snarky commentary to fill the silence.” She hung up as y/n walked out of the bedroom, her hair wrapped in a towel, dressed in a blue-pink robe that hugged her petite frame.

“Who was that?”

“Damon,” Caroline answered, there was no point in lying to y/n. She would find out one way or another that Damon was worried about her. He was protective of y/n, verging on overprotective, yet he was soft and kind. A character trait she didn’t know existed within the vampire. When y/n wasn’t going through a breakup, they were always showing up with each other. Damon escorted her to every party, claiming he was there to keep an eye on her “pretty little human head”, but Caroline knew what was going on.

She didn’t know if y/n saw it too.

“He was calling to check on you. I’m surprised you haven’t even talked to him. Usually, you guys talk about everything.” Caroline follows y/n, who walks into the kitchen and opens her fridge, pulling out a black cherry White Claw. She extends one to Caroline who takes the sweating can gratefully.

“I don’t want to bother him with my bullshit.” Y/n concludes, cracking the top of the can open and sipping the fizzy drink.

Fair enough.

~*~*~

The club is packed when they arrive, Bonnie and Caroline’s arms laced through y/n’s. They had driven forty minutes outside of Mystic Falls to Richmond, where the nightlife scene was more vibrant. (Not to mention- free of Jacob and Elle Nunez.)

Bonnie had assumed the role of designated driver, but once they were inside with more than a few vodka cranberries in them- that plan went out the window.

Y/n had never witnessed drunk Bonnie before. She usually held her alcohol better than anyone, even Elena who could walk straight black-out drunk. Bonnie was holding onto y/n’s waist, singing every early 2000’s hits the DJ threw on.

Caroline had disappeared into the crowd, her veins ribbons against porcelain skin that hid well in the dim, club lighting. Bonnie sang into her sixth cup of cranberry vodka, holding it up to y/n’s mouth to finish the verse in Missy Elliot’s “Work It”.

Bonnie’s natural hair floated around her face in a halo, cascading down her shoulders in waves, catching the pink neon lights that flooded the checkered dance floor. The song ended, fading into Ciara’s “Goodies” and y/n wrapped her arms around Bonnie’s neck, the girls pulling each other close.

“Oh y/n, Jacob didn’t deserve a fraction of you.” Bonnie cooed, drawing soft circles on y/n’s back. “You are so loved by all your friends. I love you. You’re my sister.” She rambled as y/n wiped the tears from her eyes.

Bonnie smiled and kissed her cheek, petting her hair. “I’m too drunk to drive.”

Y/n giggled as Caroline joined them, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her lips were pink with blood and her skin held a lively glow. “Me too.”

“Who do I call?” Y/n asked, fumbling in her crossbody bag for her phone.

“The only man who would go to the end of the world and back for you without asking any questions. Your hero. Your soullllllmate.” Bonnie slurred, a smile playing on her lips and y/n’s cheeks heated as Caroline poked her in the shoulder, joining Bonnie in the teasing.

~*~*~

That’s how they ended up in a smokey bathroom, sharing joints with girls they had never met. WAP was blasting through the club, reverberating in the bathroom. Here, y/n concluded that the girl's bathrooms were the best part about clubs. There was always someone to talk to offering their Kat Von D lipstick, a lighter, and great advice about your recent breakup.

“You’re beautifulllll and hot and sexy and you’re gonna find someone who will worrrrrship EVERYTHING about your body.” A stranger said to y/n, pointing at her reflection in the mirror. “I mean LOOK AT YOU! You’re a rainbow!”

This continued until y/n’s phone rang, hardly discernible from the conversation and thumping bass in the bathroom. A smile spread across her face once she saw the name pop up on her phone.

“Helloooo, Damon.”

“Helloooo, y/n. I’m outside, round up the other two so we can go. I’m parked in the middle of the road.”

“They’re right hereee. Wanna say hi?”

“I’ll say hi once you get outside.” He answers as y/n, pulls Bonnie off the bathroom counter, Caroline following the two through the club. “Is that WAP playing?” He asks, his voice fuzzy through the phone.

“Yessss, bad bish anthem. You wanna come partyyyy? It will be funn.” Y/n rambled, sipping the last of her drink before throwing it into an overflowing trash bin.

“Y/n, I’m going to leave and call Stefan if you’re not outside in the next five seconds.” Damon threatened and y/n froze, looking up at her friends.

“He said he would call Stefan if we weren’t outside in five seconds.” She repeated to her wide-eyed friends.

Caroline groaned, throwing her head back. “Why does everyone think my boyfriend is boring?”

“He is.” Bonnie finished, taking Caroline’s hand and matching y/n’s steps as they walked towards the exit where Damon stood on the other side, his hands in his pockets. Y/n broke into a clumsy run when she saw him, unable to control the glee that burst out of her when he met her with a smile. Damon caught her body as she threw herself around him, squeezing his waist tight.

“I missed you so much.” She said and Damon hugged her back, dropping a kiss on her forehead.

“I missed you too.” He answered, eyes scanning her body when she stepped back. She wore a rainbow halter dress that rode up, revealing her smooth thighs and hugging her waist. Damon caught sight of her bare feet and cocked his head at her.

“Where are her shoes?” He asked, looking at Caroline and Bonnie for the answer. Bonnie shrugged and Caroline’s expression appeared surprised that she hadn’t been wearing shoes.

Y/n looked down, gasping at her feet. “When did I lose my shoes?”

Damon rolled his eyes and lifted her bridal style, carrying her across the street to his car where he sat her in the passenger's seat, sliding the seatbelt across her body. Bonnie and Caroline climbed in the back, fumbling for the charging port in the front seat that Damon always kept for y/n’s phone.

When Damon got in the driver's seat Bonnie was leaning over the console, scrolling through her phone for music. Y/n looked at him with doe eyes and Damon mentally prepared himself for the request.

“Can we pretty, pretty, please ride with the top down?” She asked with a pout on her lips, making something inside his chest flutter. She looked so cute, he had to oblige, and the victorious laugh she let out as the top went down melted him.

He reached across the seats and took her hand, little fingers sliding between his. “I heard what happened between you and…” He didn’t want to say his name, unsure if it was dangerous territory or not. You could never tell with drunk people. “Are you ok?”

Y/n nodded, placing her other hand on top of Damon’s, her cold hands absorbing the warmth that came from his. “He’s a dick and I hate him.” She concluded, the insult coming from her in one breath was almost humorous. Damon squeezed her hand as he pulled out into the road, wind flooding the inside of the car.

~*~*~

Damon practically carried the girls inside, escorting them with firm grips on their elbows, shuffling their clumsy bodies up the front steps. He closed the front door with a huff, eyes settling on Stefan who stood at the top of the stairs.

Y/n dropped her bag and exclaimed, calling Stefan down to the foyer. “Stefan, LOOK!” She flashed the back of her hand to him, showing her empty ring finger (which didn’t hold a ring to begin with.) “I’m single now.”

“That’s great, y/n. I’m happy for you.” He responded, pulling Caroline into his side. She nuzzled herself beneath his arm, her eyes droopy as she smiled at her friend. Stefan escorted Caroline upstairs while Damon tucked in a sleepy Bonnie on the couch, covering her with an afghan blanket.

Y/n followed, about to lay herself down on the adjacent couch, when Damon took her hand and pulled her towards the stairs. “Nuh-uh. I need to watch you, little one.”

“Watch me? Why? What did I do?” Y/n said, stumbling over the wooden stairs, her foggy brain making it hard to discern the climbing steps.

“Nothing, but knowing you, you would convince Bonnie to drink one of my bourbon bottles with you.”

Y/n giggled, sliding past Damon as he opened the door to his bedroom. “Don’t act like you wouldn’t get a kick out of that. I know my antics amuse you.”

Y/n had been in Damon’s bedroom plenty of times, but the antique luxury surprised her every time. His bedroom contrasted her small one, decorated with thrifted furniture and student art auctioned off at Whitmore. She followed Damon into the bathroom where he picked her up, setting her on the marble counters. She hissed when the underside of her thighs met the cold stone.

“It’s freezing!” She yelped, goosebumps running across her skin.

Damon wet a washcloth and brought it to her face, mimicking her pout. “Let’s get you cleaned up and comfy then you can warm up, ok?”

“But whyyy?” Y/n pressed, squirming underneath the washcloth. Damon bit the corner of his cheek, hiding a smile. Y/n had always been a bit of a brat. Stubborn as all hell and clever at getting her way. Damon knew this about her and it amused him endlessly. Especially with how adorable she was when her bratty side was revealed to him.

He finished wiping her face, quieting her whines with soft coos. He left her in the bathroom and returned a moment later holding one of his t-shirts. She took it from him with grabby hands, bringing the material to her nose and inhaling. “Gahhhh, it smells like you.”

Damon considered staying, wondering if y/n would be capable of getting out of her dress in her current state. However, before he could get out of the room, she pulled the halter strap over her head, flashing the soft skin of her chest and the stretch marks that glossed over the skin. Damon swallowed and left the bathroom, quickly changing into sweatpants, checking on Bonnie, and filling up a glass of water. His bedroom was dark when he opened the door again, the moonlight streaming past the drapes illuminated the small mass underneath his covers.

The lump stirred at the sound of the closed door, y/n’s head poking from the blankets. “D’mon?”

“Hey.” He whispered, crossing the floor to the bed. He helped y/n sit up, pressing the sweating glass into her hands. “You ok?”

She nodded and swallowed the water, passing it back to Damon. His heightened sight allowed him to see her in such a vulnerable light. Coming down from a buzz, hair messy, and her eyes glassy, holding bags underneath them. “M’ sleepy.” She mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

He offered a small smile and placed the glass down on the end table, holding up the blankets for her to slide underneath. She yawned, all cat-like and squeaky, readjusting her shoulders into a more comfortable position. Damon looked down at her affectionately, feelings bubbling up inside of him that he couldn’t describe. Nobody made him feel like y/n did. He could turn to mush in her presence. He would wipe makeup off her face and coax her into drinking water for the rest of his life if she would let him. He reached down, tucking her bangs behind her ear.

She opened one eye. “Are you going to cuddle me or….”

Damon grunted, moving over y/n to spoon her from behind. She hummed in contentment, wiggling against him, pressing her back into his chest. He placed his arm over her waist, holding her securely against him. Cuddling wasn’t new to them but reserved for quiet, intimate moments. Usually away from the eyes of their friends and… ex-boyfriends.  

They laid in comfortable silence, listening to each other breathe and the quiet that has encompassed the boarding house. Y/n peeled her eyes open again, whispering. “Thank you for picking us up.”

She can sense Damon smiling behind her, wracking his brain for a one-liner, but he surprises them both with the simple answer of, “You’re welcome.”

~*~*~

Three days later, Damon’s relaxing, reading a book, when his phone rings from the end table. He reaches over, eyes drifting from the pages to y/n’s name, lighting up the screen. He answers immediately, folding over the corner of the page.

“Hello, my lovely y/n.”

He can hear her smile on the other end. “Whatcha doin’?”

“Plotting a vampire takeover on the town.”

“Really?”

“No. I’m reading Heart of Darkness.”

“Ooh- that’s a good book, I feel as though it is an allegory for-” She begins and Damon sits back in the chair, eyes closing. Books are one of y/n’s passions, he would know by the hours she’s spent in his library with a mug of tea next to her and a blanket fastened around her shoulders.

“Sorry.” She says, pausing her lecture. “Wanna come over?”

Damon smiles and stands, heading upstairs to change his shirt. “What’s in it for me?”

“Being blessed by my presence, andddddd I’ll let you pick a movie.” She says her voice shifting an octave as she draws out the ‘and’. Damon huffs as he stands, leaving the book on the chair for later.

“Which translates to you’ll let me pick a movie and convince me to change it to a movie you want to watch.”

“Exactly. Bring bourbon. Love you!” The line dies before Damon can get another word out and he sighs, pulling the phone away from his ear. Brat.

~*~*~

Y/n pulls open her front door wearing a huge smile. “You came!”

“Did you think I would blow you off?”

She giggles, closing the door behind him. Her face is slightly flushed with alcohol and he notices the unusual glassiness in her eyes, breath carrying the sweet aroma of red wine. She leads him into the kitchen where she raises herself on her tiptoes to reach the glasses in her cupboard. Once the glasses are pulled down and filled they sit across from each other on the couch, scrolling through Netflix to fill the silence.

Damon shifts uncomfortably, noticing the photographs of Jacob and y/n that sat in the windowsill were gone. “How are you doing?” Damon asks, catching her eye, pulling her away from mindless Netflix scrolling.

She sighs, body melting into the couch. “I don’t know.”

Damon nods, waiting for her to add more but she remains silent, eyes glazed over and staring at her bourbon glass. “Have you talked to him?”

She shakes her head and takes her lower lip between her teeth. Damon fights the urge to thumb it from there, knowing it will leave bite marks that she’ll pout at later. “What am I even supposed to say? ‘Hey, I know you cheated on me.’” She mocks with evident distaste in her voice. Damon breathes out a laugh, stretching his legs across the couch, poking her knee with his big toe.

“You could start with that. Or skip the talking and go straight to killing him.”

She takes a sip and raises her eyebrows. “That too.”

They fall into silence again, the remote left on the coffee table and the TV fading through different advertisements for the shows. Y/n has a faraway look in her eyes, her head replaying events and scenarios that have occurred during her previous relationship. She opens her mouth, stutters, then sighs.

“I don’t think we ever loved each other.”

This catches Damon's attention. He turns to her, watching her face for any expression to give him more insight into her feelings.

“He made me feel like I had my shit together and for a while… that’s what I needed, I guess.” She shifts in her seat, taking another swig of bourbon before putting down the glass. “We had our whole future planned out and for the longest time and I didn’t even question it. I went along with everything he said. I never even stopped to ask myself if it was what I really wanted.”

“What do you want?” Damon asks.

“I want to figure out what I want.” She looks at him, her eyes alive again. Damon swallows, pinching his eyebrows together. He doesn't want to admit that he’s hoping she’ll want him, because it’s all he’s thought about since they initially met at Whitmore.

Y/n was a literature student from the University  Columbia. She moved down to Mystic Falls for Jacob transferring to Whitmore where she met Bonnie who then introduced her to everybody. Damon remembers when he first saw her, unignorable wearing a Blondie t-shirt and dark-washed, high-waisted jeans, that hugged all the right places on her body.

He sauntered over to Bonnie immediately, scrambling for something to mention to her so it wouldn’t be obvious that he just wanted to introduce himself to her new friend.

He felt a growing weight on his shoulder as y/n pulled herself into his side, snuggling the side of her cheek against his cotton shirt. She clicked around on the remote before choosing “New Girl”. Damon smirked, rolling his eyes as he eased into the couch, situating himself into a comfortable position.

“This ok with you?” Y/n asked softly, pulling her crocheted blanket up to her chin. He chuckled, chest vibrating beneath her head.

“Do I have a choice?”

Y/n smiled then, crossing her legs over Damon’s lap and yawning. “No.”

~*~*~

Very suddenly, y/n caught a second wind. Damon wasn’t sure if it was from the alcohol, all the stored up energy, or both, but she was jumping off the walls. Literally.

“Damon!” She yelled, extending her arms to him. The strawberry tint on her cheeks had grown, emitting a heat Damon felt when he pressed his cheek to hers, wrapping his arms around her body. “I looooove you. You’re my best friend.” She mumbled, her words slurring together in a stream that would be incoherent to anybody else.

He held her for as long as she could stand still. Her body fit perfectly against his and he found his eyes wanting to close from the warmth that radiated from her. She was soft all the time, her skin smooth, electric to the touch. She was intoxicating. Addicting.

She pulled away, another giggle leaving her lips as she cupped his cheeks, drawing their faces dangerously close. Damon would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about kissing her before. Except she had a boyfriend and he’s not that much of a dick, right? So he waits patiently, licking his lips as he determines her next move but she pecks his forehead instead, wrapping them into another hug.

His heart falls, relief and disappointment flooding his body simultaneously.

She spends the next hour begging him to take her to a club, batting her pretty little eyes and pouting her perfect pink lips. He denies, knowing it wouldn’t do her any good and he’s a little tipsy himself. After that, he’s poured over her bed, stroking her hair behind her ears and reassuring her she’s not annoying.

“It’s late, baby and you look sleepy. You’re gonna fall asleep before we even get to the club and then you’ll be sad.”

She thumbs at the soft lavender circles beneath her eyes. “Not sleepy.”

“You sure? I swear I saw a yawn just a couple minutes ago…” He plays, rolling over her body, poking at her sides. She squirms, burying her face in her yellow bedspread, suppressing a laugh. It motivates him more, moving his fingers at the end of her ribcage, feeling the soft skin of her tummy beneath his fingers.

She squeals, moving her legs to her chest to block Damon’s attack but he pulls them down with one arm, pinning them beneath his hips. The tickling stops and her chest touches him with every breath. He’s gazing at her for a minute, soaking up the radiant look on her face when she kisses him.

He’s unsure what he dreamed her lips to be, but he’s surprised nonetheless. They’re soft and warm like the rest of her, smushed against the corner of his lips where she pulls back with an audible smack! Then she’s looking up at him, anxiously toying with the hem of his shirt.

“I’ve kinda wanted to do that for a while.” She admits sheepishly, breaking eye contact to stare into a corner.

He kisses her again to move the shyness from her body, then again because this is real, and she’s kissing him back. She tastes like lavender tea laced with sweet bourbon. He can only describe her kisses as candy, some addictive candy that’s making the heat in his abdomen grow.

When they pull away from each other, breathless and lustful, Damon realizes that this is bad. Y/n’s drunk, maybe, she’s going to forget this in the morning and Damon will remember it until some good samaritan stakes him. Not to mention, she’s fresh out of a breakup. How could he let this happen?

He untangles his finger from her hair, already missing the fluff beneath his palm. When he moves off of her she sits up slowly, watching him with a confused expression.

“Did I do it wrong?”

Oh. His heart could break. Her voice is so small and timid, too fragile to be used on him. He turns to her and takes her hands between his, trying to find her eyes swimming behind tears. You’re perfect, I’m not. I’m going to hurt you again.

“No. No, honey. You didn’t- you’re perfect. Amazing. But we’ve been drinking and there's a lot of…” He sighs, searching for more reassurance he can give to her. “Feelings right now. I don’t want to ruin what we have, you know?”

Her shoulders slump and the tug that her fingers held on his loosens, hands becoming limp in his hold. “Yeah, you’re right.”

He coaxes her underneath the covers, grateful that she’s already wearing pajamas. He pets her hair until she’s settled, but even when he slips out the front door he can still hear her heart racing and the faint sniffles that follow the closing of the front door. It’s a sound he can’t shake for the rest of the night.

~*~*~

The next day, they’re back to normal, and that’s what’s scary.

Y/n stands at his front door with Bonnie, hiding her eyes with a pair of sunglasses, a Wendy’s Strawberry Lemonade between her lips. She pulls the straw away, swallowing her drink.

“Good afternoon, Mister.” She says sassily, the hand perched on her hip driving the brattiness home.

“Is Caroline here?” Bonnie asks, rising on her tip-toes to look over Damon’s shoulder.

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen Stefan at all today.”

“So yes.” Y/n answers for the both of them, going underneath one of his arms to get inside the house. “Any weird moaning sounds? Screaming?”

“You’re peachy today.” Damon comments, closing the door once Bonnie’s inside.

“I have a hangover. I need vampire blood.”

“Mmm, I’m guessing Elena the Great taught you that trick.”

“I’m guessing she learned that from you.” Y/n banters, moving her sunglasses to sit on top of her head. Her eyes are unmistakably red-rimmed, and the purple hue underneath them seems to have intensified. He wonders how long it’s been since she’s slept soundly, or at all.

Bonnie shakes her head, yelling up the stairs for Caroline.

“Don’t go bothering them. You need vampire blood? I have vampire blood.”

“But Caroline puts hers in a drink so it doesn't taste bad.” Y/n pouts, reminding him of a stubborn child who won’t take their medicine.

“C’mon, y/n. Just a couple drops, you can chase it down after.”

Y/n cringes but doesn't move when he approaches her, raising his wrist to his fangs. The way he’s looking at her asks for permission and with a simple nod, he bites into his skin, feeling the blood rise before offering it to y/n. She stutters for a moment before attaching her lips over the area, soft suckles drawing blood from the puncture wounds. Damon could lose himself in the bliss of it all. The inside of her mouth is warm and wet against her skin, leaving behind a trail of saliva that glistens over the healed bite. Y/n wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and shivers, taking a long sip from her drink.

“Feeling better?” Damon asks after a minute and y/n sighs.

“My head is starting to feel better.” She answers and Damon reaches a finger to her lips, wiping a smudge of blood onto his thumb, licking it off.

“Works every time.” He says with a wink and y/n smiles but her insides are melting watching him suck his thumb. She watches intensely, silently wishing the thumb was in her mouth where she could roll her tongue around the digit, drawing moans and sighs from him.

She doesn't know if he remembers last night, or if he even cares. He’s right though, she just got out of a relationship. It’s too early for her to jump back into one, with her best friend of all people. But she can’t forget kissing him, the tang of alcohol on his saliva overtaking her senses, his heavy body pushing her into the bed with a pressure she can’t rub from her skin.

She can no longer ignore what she’s feeling for her best friend. As far as she’s concerned, nothing is normal and will never be again.

~*~*~

Y/n breaks up with Jacob the following week and Damon hears about it through the grapevine. A grapevine named Caroline.

He wonders if she knows she’s being obvious, prancing about the boarding house talking about how Jacob has changed his relationship status on Facebook to “single”. Damon asks who uses Facebook anymore and gets a pillow thrown at his head.

Then Bonnie is called and the grapevine grows because Bonnie tells Elena, who tells Rebekah, who tells Katherine, who tells Klaus. Then Klaus tells Tyler who tells Matt who sends Caroline a text that reads.

“Did you hear that y/n broke up with Jacob?”

Then Damon’s phone pings and his heart jumps hoping it’s y/n, but he reads Katherine’s name with pressed eyebrows, groaning at the sly text.

“Heard our little y/n is single. Are you going to swoon her or will I?”

Damon texts back, “Don’t you even think about it.” and leaves his phone on silent when Katherine responds with a winky face emoji followed by a ring emoji.  

Turns out, nobody has heard from y/n, again. He swears they lose track of her every day. Caroline is back and forth between calls, frantic because “What if she’s gone off the deep end, Bonnie?! We have to help!”

Yet even in her wigged-out-frantic-control-freak state of mind, she knows bringing the cavalry of supernaturals  to y/n’s door isn’t a good idea. So the cavalry turns to Damon and of course he isn’t going down without a fight. So he gripes about how Wednesdays are his “rest days” where he reads European novels on the veranda and drinks the richest bourbon in his collection. But he would drop all that for his best friend and after a while, he does.

Caroline presses him to get a bouquet on his way to her apartment but he knows she doesn't like bouquets or pretty things. He picks up Nerd Ropes from Walgreens, balancing a Mucho Mango Arizona on top of the packet. And when he knocks on her door her eyes light up at her favorite snacks and favorite person.

She takes the snacks from him, sets them on the counter, and situates herself in his arms with a blissful sigh. “Thank you.” She says softly and Damon presses his cheek to the top of her head, drawing circles between her shoulder blades.

He hums in response, pecking the top of her head. “How are you doing? Caroline told everybody the news as soon as she found out.”

Y/n rolls her eyes and walks towards the living room where she throws herself on the couch. The house isn’t in disarray, it’s cleaner than the last time he was here. There's a twinge of incense in the air and a candle burns on the coffee table next to a wrinkled paperback of Wuthering Heights. Her apartment is coated in a cozy yellow glow coming from the fairy lights streamed across her living room. New Girl is paused on the TV, she’s progressed an entire season from the last time they watched the show together.

“I’m fine. I don’t think Jacob is though.” Y/n said, gritting her teeth in concern.

“Why do you say that?”

“He cried when I told him I was breaking up with him.”

“But he cheated on you….”

“And apparently he learned how much he loved me from that experience. He said ‘I thought about you the whole time y/n.’ so that felt great.”

Damon squeezes her knee reassuringly and y/n rests her head in her hands. “It had to be done though.” She says. 

“And now?” 

Y/n smiles and throws her head back against the couch with an exasperated sigh. “Now I am free.”

Damon retrieves the pack of nerds ropes from the kitchen, tucking the Arizona tea into the refrigerator. They lay against each other on the couch, offering the ropes to one another, exchanging small conversations. Damon tries hard not to show that she’s making him nervous with how close she is. Mostly because there’s no excuse. They’re both dead sober and rested. It’s three in the afternoon so he can’t even blame it on the night.

Y/n is as intoxicating as she ever was, even more now that she has a rope of candy hanging from her mouth. She tears it off in one bite, sighing happily once the candy is sitting in her stomach.

“By the way,” She begins, drawing Damon’s attention away from his daydreaming. “I remember what happened the other night.”

He coughs as his ears turn red, cheeks lighting up with a flush. “Remember what?”

That’s right. Like she’ll fall for you playing stupid.

“The kiss.” She answers nonchalantly, picking at one of the threads on her favorite blanket. He waits for her to continue, unsure of how she’s approaching the conversation. For all he knows, she could have him thrown out in the next minute. But she would never do that.

“I don’t regret it.”

The air around them is filled with electricity as the puzzle pieces form together. She doesn't regret it.

“Neither do I.”

“I don’t want you to think that you’re-” She stammers for words. “That you're the second choice. Or plan B, whatever.” She locks eyes with him, seriousness evident in her usually gentle voice. “I- nobody makes me feel like you do, Damon. I don’t want this-” She waves her hands, gesturing to whatever this is. “To be a one-night stand.”

She takes him by storm, shocking him down to his cold blood. He’s seen a lot in his many years, but this… this is something he will never forget. He scoots closer to her, slowly and timidly until her legs are folded in his lap, cold toes digging into the denim of his jeans.

“Good. Because you’re not a one-night stand.”

Her lips puff out as he draws his face near hers. He can hear her heartbeat tick, intensifying when he cups her cheeks in his hands. “Can I kiss you?”

She nods, accepting the kiss gratefully. His hands fall to her hips where he tugs, moving her into his lap. He’s taking things slow, so achingly slow that she’s panting and begging for more. Her eyes are big, all puppy-like and needy. She thumbs at the collar of his t-shirt, rocking her hips slightly.

“What do you want, little one?”

She leans forward and he moves his lips away making her frown. “Use your words.”

“I want you to kiss me.”

He pecks her slightly and she whines when he pulls away. “D’monnnnn.”

“You want me to kiss you more?” Damon coos, leaving small kisses around her lips, her chin, and across her apple cheeks. “Here?” He asks, dipping his head into her neck where he leaves sloppy kisses on her jugular and collarbones, nibbling at the sensitive skin. He wouldn’t bite her. (Not unless she wanted him to.) The thought of that hardens him and he groans when y/n starts rubbing herself against his lap.

“That feel good, baby?” He purrs, playing with the bottom of her sweater. Underneath, he can feel her skin, warmed by a bath. “You like riding my thigh?”

“Mmm-hmm.” She moans when he lifts her sweater off her body and marvels at her bare chest, her nipples budding at the contact with the cool air. He accepts them gratefully, taking one in between his lips where he licks and bites and rolls while massaging the other. They’re doughy and heavy in his hands, so soft he wants to bury himself between them. He runs his tongue down her cleavage and smells the lavender soap she used.

“Y’ gettin’ wet, princess?” He says, thumbs dipping under the waistband of her sweatpants. Her answer is incoherable, hidden behind moans and whines as he follows the curves of her body, ending at the center of her heat. He can feel her wetness through her panties, a warm wet spot made against the fabric. He smirks and meets her eyes.

“Oh, you are wet.”

Her head falls forward against his shoulder, embarrassment flooding her. Not the kind of embarrassment that makes her want to hide, but the kind that turns her into putty between his hands.

“Mmm, nothing to be embarrassed about, baby. That’s what we want. Need you all wet for me.”

He lays her against the couch and pulls down her sweatpants, panties following after some teasing. Now he can really see how wet she is. Her juices glisten against her walls, gathering against the tip of his finger as he touches her for the first time. She feels like silk against him and when he glides a finger inside of her, the squelching sound has her moaning.

“Do you hear yourself? So fucking wet.” He adds another finger, pumping in and out of her, watching with a blissful expression as she cranes her back against the couch, struggling to suppress the sounds she’s making. He leans down and kisses her tenderly, dragging his tongue across her lips.

“I want to hear all your noises, princess. Need to hear you moan.” She follows his request with a loud moan, another following when he begins scissoring her, stretching out her walls.

“Good girl.” He praises and fuck- that’s got her going. He knows it too, he can tell what's getting her wet and getting her to grip the fabric of the couch. He attaches his lips to her clit, suckling and rolling the small button between his lips. She’s whining his name, hands gripping his hair, pressing him even closer to her center.

“That feels so good- fuck.” She exasperates, head lolling against the cushions. Damon continues eating her pussy, the sweet-tangy taste of her juices has him going wild for more of her. When her walls begin fluttering against his fingers he smirks, knowing she’s approaching her orgasm.

“You need to come?” He asks and she nods, brows pressing together in concentration. “You better ask nicely.”

“Please, please, please let me come. Da-” She gasps at the name that falls from her mouth. “Daddy, I need to cum.”

Damon groans at the name, one of his biggest sexual fantasies coming true. He’s imagined this moment with her for a while, seeking endlessly to find someone who would reciprocate the roleplay. His dick grows as she pleads his name, words stringing together in a babble.

“Cum for me, baby. I can feel you... So tight. Cum, princess. You’re such a good girl.”

She comes in a flash of white. A blinding orgasm wracking the energy from her body. She’s never felt like this with anybody, but Damon isn’t just anybody. The thought of him has made her weak, needy, desperate. She squirms against his tongue, her clit sensitive as she comes down. When he pulls his fingers from her, lapping up her juices, she’s undoing the belt around his waist.

“Woah-Woah-”

“Please, I need you. I want-”

“Shhh.” He coos, pushing her back into the cushion. “I gotcha, baby. Be patient.” He finishes pulling off his belt, the leather slapping together as he drops it on the floor. It has her thinking of more fantasies she wants to accomplish with him. In an instant, his jeans follow leaving him encased in boxers. When those come off her mouth gapes open at his raised pink cock.

She grabs at it gently, pumping him slowly while he moans into the air of her living room. He shifts his hips, lining himself up with her weepy hole.

“You ok?”

“Yes.”

He slides in easily, her slick coating his dick and making suction sounds with every thrust. The sounds fill her living room along with their moaning. The scene is so dirty. It’s exactly how y/n likes sex.

“Fuckkk, baby girl. You feel so good.” Damon says into her ear, kissing her cartilage.

“You’re so big.” Y/n whines, feeling his dick fill her pussy. The sensation has her rolling her eyes back, leaving red scratches down Damon’s shoulders. He groans, shivering inside of her. She does it again and again until they’re both close, leaving messy kisses on each other's faces.

“I’m gonna cum, baby.”

“Cum inside of me, daddy.” And they come together, long orgasms falling out from the both of them, leaving them sweaty and exhausted. Y/n feels Damon’s dick beginning to slack inside of her, a dull ache beginning inside. He pulls out slowly, hushing her whines with gentle kisses.

“That was-” She begins and Damon kisses her again, smiling against his lips.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that with you.”

Y/n smiles back, all toothy and glittery-eyed. “Then we should do it more often.”

“I agree.” Damon picks her up tenderly, her head situated in the crook of his neck. He walks across her apartment naked, nudging open her bathroom door with a hip and setting her on the toilet seat. Her eyes are glazed as he turns on the bathtub, warm water filling the porcelain.

He rubs her thigh smoothly, waiting for the bathtub to fill before he coaxes her into the water, sliding in behind her. She sighs happily as he washes them with the bar soap on the edge of the tub, leaving a trail of bubbles behind that float away in the water. He nudges the side of her head, pressing another kiss to her.

He can’t believe he can do that now.

So he does it again and again until her head is lolling against his chest, her body wrapped up in his arms, between his legs, sleeping soundly against him.

#damon salvatore #the vampire diaries #tvd #damon x reader #damon x y/n #damon salvatore smut #tvd smut #fanfiction #tvd fanfiction #please read this took me two weeks #thank you #writing

[jerisch]

The wrong catch

Another fantastic story by @writer-ofstuff​, featuring Derek from Teen Wolf.

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Derek groaned as he came to. Rubbing his head as it ached. He remembers getting out of his car and then blacking out. He goes on the alert a few seconds later when he realizes that someone has taken him. Derek can see it in some sort of basement given the layout of the room and that makes him assume it must be the Argents. Given how they've been trying to hunt him down for weeks now. The man who steps out from the shadows however Derek doesn't recognize as one of the Argents. Unless this bastard is a hired lackey they paid to capture Derek.

 "Good, you're awake." The man says. He is dressed in a simple t-shirt with a jacket and jeans. He looks like he is around his mid thirties, his brown hair was trimmed short in a typical military fashion. Derek didn't say a word, realizing he's been handcuffed which he could easily break free of. He needs to wait though to see just who this guy is and why he has taken Derek.

 "I'm surprised it was easy to capture such a dangerous criminal such as yourself. You've evaded the police fkr a good while only to just show yourself out in public like you did."

 "I wish I was on duty when I spotted you, that being the reason why I had to take you like I did." The guy says.

 "So, you're a cop then?" Derek asks. 'Good, he isn't a hunter then.' Derek thought. It also explains the man's clean cut boring look that most law enforcement seem to wear.

 "Officer Daniels. The man who brought in the top suspect of a mass murder spree Derek Hale." Daniels sounds smug as he speaks.

 Derek can't help but let out a small laugh as he looks at Daniels with a smirk.

 "It seems you're out of the loop officers. I was cleared of those charges when they found the real murder." Derek says and enjoys the look on Daniels face when he tells him. 

 "You're lying." Daniels says. He turns his back to Derek and sees him on his phone. No doubt checking to make sure Derek was telling the truth.

 "Fuck!" He hears the older man say, and Derek laughs.

 "Seems you put yourself in an interesting position, officer. You thought you captured a criminal when you just kidnapped an innocent man. I'm guessing you wanted credit for bringing a dangerous criminal in for what, brownie points for a promotion? Surely when I get out of here and report you for what you did you'll be lucky to keep your job." Derek says. Taking pride in how the older man glares angrily at him.

 For a few moments Daniels just stands there visibly seething in anger. Nomdoubt he is thinking how he didn't boost his career but ruined it for what he did in taking Derek. 

 "You may be innocent, but I can still use you to get ahead in my career. I just need to make you into a criminal is all." Daniels says with a sinister grin.

 "How so?" Derek asked. Baffled by what Daniels said.

 "I told myself I would never use my family's gift. I wanted to separate myself from that world," he says with disdain. "But with desperate measures like this I can make an exception." Daniels says.

 Derek is confused by what the older man means. That is till he can sense the strong feeling of magic fill the room. Daniels eyes glow an inhuman orange and a bright aura emits from his hands. 

 "Your." Derek doesn't get to finish what he is saying before Daniels' magic envelops around him. Derek breaks the handcuffs and tries to make a run for it, but the magic is already flowing through him and makes him stagger on his feet. 

 "What are you?" Derek growls, his eyes flicker from his normal hazel eye color to beta blue before his glowing blue eyes disappear as his werewolf side hismstripped away from him. Derek fills hollow from losing such an important part of himself, all because of this pathetic officer trying to use Derek to get ahead in his career. 

 Rage bubbles within Derek and he turns to face the man who took a large part of who Derek was from him.

 "You bastard, you fucking worthless pig!" Derek snarls. He clenches his head as it throbs and pounds sending small tremors of pain through him.

 Moments tick by and Derek's body burns from his muscles expanding in size. Hard earned muscles bulging in a matter of moments. It being as if Derek spends so much time hitting the gym to work and maintain such an impressive physique. 

 "You think your tough shift huh? Cause you blindsided me the way you did and brought me here?" Derek goes on to say. His legs ached with newly formed muscle filling his legs out on top of his legs getting longer to make the former werewolf a few inches taller. 

 Derek's mind was in a haze from a mix of different thoughts and emotions filling his head that he didn't know what to do in the moment but kept talking as if he did.

 "You're just a pathetic pig, a dull lackey and nothing more. You can't bring me down, many have tried and every one of them failed." Derek's voice grew raspy and deeper in tone. His voice was foreign to his own ears but he didn't show any sort of reaction to it. 

 Derek's hair trimmed shorter, becoming a simple buzzed over style while his stubble shaved away to leave just a dusting shadow of facial hair along his altering jawline. His jaw which took a more defined and chiseled look. His cheeks filled out, hismnose growing a little wider, his eyebrows trim down to not be as thick as they once were. 

 Standing there now no one would ever have thought this scowling man was once Derek Hale. The man the former werewolf had became sneers at Daniels with a menacing look as handcuffs reappear around his wrists while his mind is flooded with a new persona.

His clothes rapidly changed on his new body. The old tattered rags that ripped and tore at the seams during his growth became something new to fit his new self.

Damon Harris stared at the officer with a cold calculated gaze. How foolish, he thought. It was humorous that that pathetic excuse for a man thought he could bring in a criminal mastermind like Damon in. Damon was not only good looking with an impressive body, but he was also a genius with a seductive charm which he shamelessly used to get out of being arrested.

By sleeping with the officers who tried to arrest him Damon often used it as blackmail to get the men to drop the charges and thus making him walk out a free man each time.

This buffoon would be no different, just another bitch for Damon to seduce and fuck till the weak man's dick his dry of any cum. Damon puts on his signature charming look. Before he could even utter a single word to the officer however Damon feels suddenly drowsy. He stumbles on his feet, sputtering over his words before he falls to his knees and then falls to the ground fast asleep thanks to the sleep spell Daniels just casted on him.

"I no doubt made you into a more dangerous criminal than what you were excused for, so best to not take any chances with you till I get you to the station." Daniels says to Damon's sleeping form.

It was a paint in the ass to get the hulking man into his car, but he thinks how this, everything he did tonight will make it all worth it when he gets the promotion for bringing in one of their most sought after and elusive criminals.

"I'd say sorry for doing this, but that would be a lie." Daniels says smugly while he lifts Damon's sleeping body up and struggles to carry him up the stairs and out to his car. Once he has Damon in the back seat of his cruiser, Daniels takes a moment to collect himself. He is due to start his shift soon, he still needs to get dressed in his uniform so he quickly heads inside to do that.

He isn't aware of his magic being absorbed by Damon. The void that was left from when Damon was Derek and a werewolf takes in the lingering magic from Daniels' spells clung to the criminal. Giving him his own type of hidden power that would grow within him.

Damon wakes up when Daniels returns. The criminal thrashes in his handcuffs and demands to be set free, but Daniels ignores him and drives them to the station. He is already picturing the praise he will receive when he walks in with a handcuffed Damon.

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"You may bring me in but I won't get charged. You can believe I will track you down once I'm out and make you sorry you every crossed paths with me." Damon tells Daniels in a low threatening voice as he gets escorted into the police station.

"With what we have you charged with I doubt you get out from behind bars anytime soon." Daniels laughed.

Damon clenches his jaw and sneers at the whispering officers who look at him. He won't stand for this. He refuses to be taken down so easily by a chump you used cheap tricks to capture him. Damon was a criminal mastermind, a genius Adonis. He refuses to be carted off like some common criminal like this.

"Now sit here while I get started on your processing paperwork." Daniels says smugly after he secures Damon in a holding cell.

"This isn't over! You haven't seen the last of me!" Damon calls out to Daniels retreating back. He curses and paces in his cell, thinking of how he can get out of this one. His interrupted by the door opening, he turns around and sees Sheriff Stilinski walk in. Damon rolls his eyes, the older man has been a thorn in his side for a while now and Damon is sure the Sheriff has come here to gloat about him finally being caught.

He notices how tired the older man looks, a mischievous idea forms in Damon's head while he watches Stilinski approach his cell.

"I'd like to see how you weasel your way out of this one Damon." Stilinski says.

"I'm sure you would, old man." Damon says. Loving the way Stilinski bristles at that.

"You look tired Sheriff, working long shifts again? Surely the pristine Sheriff of our beloved town knows when not to push himself too much in his work. After all, you're older now so you should be taking it easy." Damon chuckles.

"Watch Damon, I'm not that old." Stilinski says.

"Oh of course Sir." Damon says in a low raspy voice. He starts working his charm on the older man, flashing him a smile and leans close to the bars as he speaks to Stilinski.

"You do so much work for this town and do you get any recognition, any reward?" He asked.

"It's my job, I don't need a reward for doing what is right." Stilinski says.

"Yes, but surely with all you do you should get a reward." Damon says. "If a small one." He winks.

"Are you flirting with me?" Stilinski asked, taken aback.

"Depends Sheriff." Damon purrs. "If you can handle a young stud like me." He goes on to say and then rubs his impressive sized bulge. Stilinski's eyes follow Damon's movements and the criminal knows he has the Sheriff eating out of the palm of his hands now.

Men like Sheriff Stilinski who are overworked and tired are so much easier to seduce Damon's learned.

"I don't know what you're trying to accomplish here Damon but I won't be like those other officers you seduced and made lose their jobs." Sheriff Stilinski says.

"This is different this time Sheriff. No one is around to see us. With you being in charge you can easily erase the security footage that shows us having a little fun." Damon persuades.

"If it makes you feel better you won't even have to let me out of the cell." Damon added. The criminal then frees his fat cock from his pants. Gripping his palm around the base of his shaft. Damon's eyes lock onto the older officer's and he can see the turmoil Sheriff Stilinski is in from the look on his face as he mulls over what to do.

"Don't keep me waiting Noah. Who knows if you'll ever get another chance to have a taste of this." Damon teases. He grins widely when Sheriff Stilinski hesitates and then gets on his knees. Damon gets closer to the bars and sticks his cock through the opening towards the Sheriff.

"Go on Noah, don't keep me waiting." Damon insists. With another moment of hesitation Noah leans forward and tentatively takes Damon's cock into his mouth.

"See? Not so hard was it?" Damon asked. He gently thrusts his hips forward into Noah's mouth, pushing his dick further into the older man's mouth. His hands stick out through the bars and cradles Noah's head in his hands. Rubbing the older man's head soothingly while Noah continues to suck him off.

Damon would tease the older officer for being such a good cock slut, only he feels a strange sensation coming over him. He remains silent, a frown on his face while his body starts to get itchy. Damon doesn't know the residual magic from Daniels' spells is flowing through him and into Noah now. The magic making the two men become intertwined with each other filling their heads with a false reality of the two of them together.

Fueling Noah's loneliness while also granting Damon's desire to be free from his incoming imprisonment. Thus triggering Damon to undergo a second transformation. This one happens more rapidly than the first, making Damon fall into a dazed trance state so he doesn't even get to react to his metamorphosis into a new man.

Damon's hair starts to cascade down from his head as the Criminal begins to lose his hair. His hairline thinning out while more of his dark colored hair recedes into his scalp till he is left bald.

Damon's hard earned physique loses some definition and tone so he isn't as muscular anymore but still remains in good shape. Dark bristles of body hair sprout and grow along his torso, stopping just along his abdomen. Damon groans, his eyes glazed over, he thrusts his hips forward. His body moving on it sown to fuck Noah's mouth to plunge his cock deeper into the Sheriff's mouth. Damon can feel how full his balls are, desperate to release his thick load.

Damon's handsome face matures while it shifts into the face of an older man with rugged looks. Damon's dusting of stubble thickening into a fuller beard. His clothing rapidly alters on him to match the similar beige uniform as Noah Stilinski wears.

Damon no longer recalls his life as a criminal mastermind. Instead his head is full of new memories of being an upstanding officer of the law. Damon's own name is fleeting from his mind. His new persona taking root to complete his transformation.

Officer Darren Stilinski's eyes refocused as he awakened. An orange hue flashes over his eyes before that fades to his normal green color. Darren rubs his hand through his husband's hair as the room shifts around them. Placing them in Noah's office rather than the holding cell.

"After all these years together and you're still the needy cockslut you were when we met at the academy." Darren chuckles.

Noah looks up and is startled for a brief moment when he sees the new man, but his mind quickly catches up and he relaxes. Now he recalls this man as his partner, on the force and at home. Two wedding bands materialize on the two men's fingers while Darren fucks Noah's mouth with a few more thrusts before finally unloading his thick load of come into his lover's mouth. He pulls out a little bit after that, letting Noah lick any left over come from his thick dick head before Darren fixes his pants.

"That was fun." Noah says as he gets to his feet.

"Is it a surprise when you have such a stud for a husband?" Darren teases.

"You're so full of yourself." Noah chuckles.

"I know, it's why you love me so much." Darren grins and kisses Noah. His hands coming around to knead Noah's ass. The two officers stand there in Noah's office kissing when the door opens and Daniels walks in looking frazzled.

"Sir we have an issue. I brought in a dangerous criminal and now he." Daniels trails off when he notices the other officer with the Sheriff. He freezes for a moment as realization hits him and he sputters over his words.

"Yes?" Noah asked.

"You were saying something son?" Darren adds.

"N-nothing, sorry to trouble you both." Daniels settles on saying before he quickly leaves.

"That was odd." Noah says and turns to Darren.

"We can worry about him later. Right now I believe we are still on break so why don't we use it to have a little more fun." Darren suggests, pulling Noah closer to him for another kiss. Before they can continue Noah's phone buzzes, and with a heavy sigh the Sheriff answers it.

"Stiles is here to see you. Do I let him back?" The receptionist says.

"Yeah, send him back." Noah answers and hangs up.

"Our son is here." Noah says.

"Of course he is. I love him, but he has the worst timing." Darren chuckles.

"Yeah, but at least we can continue this when we get home." Noah says.

"Oh I intend to, and do a lot more to you." Darren promises. He has a flash of forigen thoughts in his head for a brief moment. He recalls what feels like two separate sets of memories in his head, but before he could focus on what they mean he quickly forgets them. He then just feels affection for his husband and their son just as Stiles opens the door.

Stiles pauses when he sees his dad and another officer around his dad's age holding hands and looking like they're close to kissing. The scene throws Stiles off and the young man is baffled over what the hell he just walked in on before reality catches up to him.

He recalls the new officer as his dad. Remembering growing up with two fathers and how much he loves his dads.

"Jeez, can't you two wait to get home to do this?" Stiles teases.

"So you can interrupt us there too?" Darren jokes, walking up and pulling his son in for a hug. Neither of them recalling who Darren was once before his transformations.

#Transformation #mental change #personality change #officer #cop #age progression #daddy

[thatfanficstuff]

The Right Girl - Damon Salvatore

Pairing: Damon x Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, killing the bad guys

A/N: Celebration Summer #5. Prompt in bold.

wc: 992

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You’d been alone for hours. And that was just since you woke. You had no idea how long you’d actually been in this plain little room. Your shoulders and hands had long since gone numb from your arms being tied behind the chair you sat on. Finally, a man entered the room. He stood in front of you with his hands behind his back and a scowl on his face. He didn’t look the least bit familiar.

“I thought your little friends would have come to rescue you by now.” He sounded more annoyed than anything else.

You snorted a laugh. “That’s what this is? A trap? You took the wrong girl if that’s the case.”

He took a step closer. “What do you mean?”

“Just what I said. If you wanted everyone to run to the rescue you should have taken Elena or Bonnie. Even Caroline would have been a better option than me. I’m not that important.” You had no illusions about your place in your little group of friends. You were on the periphery. Someone they didn’t mind hanging around, but someone they didn’t seek out to spend time with. And you were okay with that. Mostly.

He appeared concerned for a moment before shaking his head. “Don’t lie to me, bitch. You smell like the eldest Salvatore.”

Your brow lifted. “Just because he fucked me once, doesn’t make me important.” You and Damon flirted and danced around one another, but his heart belonged to Elena. You knew that. It was why you resisted him for so long. Until you just didn’t give a shit anymore. You wanted to know what it was like to be his center of attention, even if for only one night. And god, it was glorious.

“I think you have something that belongs to me,” a familiar voice drifted from the hallway. Speak of the devil.

Your captor spun to face the door and your lips curled into a smirk as Damon stepped into view. He smiled at you as his brilliant blue eyes ran over you looking for injuries. Seeing you relatively uninjured, his attention snapped back to the asshole that kidnapped you. In a flash, Damon had him pinned against the wall, a hand buried in his chest.

The man coughed, blood coating his lips and spraying Damon’s face. The vampire’s lips twisted in annoyance and he used his free hand to wipe away the blood. “Kill me if you wish, but you’re finished. They’ll kill you now.”

Worry shot through you but Damon simply tilted his head before ripping out the man’s heart and letting him fall to the floor. He wiped his hand clean on the guy’s shirt then flashed to you. Immediately, blood began to flow in your arms again as he loosened the ropes. “Don’t you want to know who was going to kill you?”

“I assumed he was talking about the coven of witches that were surrounding the place when we got here. If not, I guess it will be a surprise,” he said with a shrug as he moved to stand in front of you.

His hands cradled your face and he tilted your head back to look in your eyes. “You okay, sweetheart?”

Your face heated as your tore your gaze from his. “Shoulders hurt like hell, but I’ll be okay.”

He hesitated a minute before making a sound of agreement and helping you to your feet. You nearly collapsed as all you could feel in your legs were pins and needles. You’d been sitting entirely too long. Damon caught you before you could go down and swept you up in his arms. “Easy,” he murmured. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I just want to go home, take a shower and curl up in bed.”

He shook his head slightly without looking at you. “You’re going home with me. We need to have a talk.”

***

You were freshly showered and dressed in one of Damon’s t-shirts as you sat on his bed with your legs tucked underneath you. He was leaning against his doorframe, drink in hand as he stared at you. He’d been in much the same position since he entered the room. He sighed and sat his drink on the dresser. “You’re important.”

You frowned and your brow furrowed. Why was he telling you this? “Um…thanks?”

“I heard what you said to that asshole, that he should have taken someone more important.”

Oh. Well, wasn’t that embarrassing. Your face flamed and you shook your head. “Damon, it’s fine. I mean we both know—”

He flashed to the side of the bed and hooked a hand around the side of your neck, his thumb brushing along your jaw line. “Don’t,” he bit out, anger heavy in his tone.

You blinked at him, uncertain what was happening.

He closed his eyes and took a breath before looking at you again. “See, I knew you were acting weird yesterday morning, but I ignored it. Because I thought if we talked about it, you were going to tell me it was a mistake. That I was a mistake. And I waited far too long to have you in my bed to risk you never being there again.”

Hope blossomed in your chest as you studied his bright blue eyes. “What are you saying, Damon?”

“I’m saying that contrary to whatever you may have told yourself, you’re more than just a one-night stand. You’re important, particularly to me.” He leaned down to lay his forehead against yours. “Don’t ever underestimate your importance to me, Y/N.”

His lips found yours in a soft, sweet kiss though there was a thread of desperation running through it. As if he needed to show you just how much you meant to him. And as your mouth fed at his in return, your hands fisted in his shirt and you pulled him with you as you fell back onto the bed.

#damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore fanfiction #vampire diaries fanfiction #damon salvatore x you #damon salvatore x y/n

[arctickat2400]

Don't Leave Me <> Damon Salvatore

I remember this one got me while writing it; it still gets me while reading it, especially the second part. Part three is pretty sweet though. Let me know what you think.

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“See ya tomorrow,” I waved to Bonnie as I walked away down the school hallway.

I was studying with Bonnie for our big test tomorrow and we were finally leaving.

I walked outside and it was already getting pretty dark. I needed to get home fast.

I put my earbuds in and played my playlist on my phone.

There has never been a day that I haven’t listened to music. I can’t live without it.

I walked through the woods towards the Salvatore Boarding House, repositioning my backpack on my shoulder.

I was always so paranoid, hearing things that may or may not have been there, seeing things that may or may not be there. Damon always told me I was paranoid, even though I’ve always told him that I wasn’t and there was really something out there. But, I really have no idea.

I take out one earbud after thinking that I heard something. I turned around, looking behind me, yet seeing nothing.

I look forward again, putting my earbud back into my ear.

I look down at my phone, changing the song, blasting up the volume.

I look up, sliding my phone into my back pocket. And I swear I could see something watching me from behind a tree. It was almost like a black shadow. I mean, it was pretty dark now, so I couldn’t be sure.

I just shook it off and kept walking.

As I got closer, though, I didn’t see it.

I walked for awhile and it was so quiet. Almost too quiet. Usually I would always hear owl’s hooting or squirrels rustling in the trees.

Next thing I know, a small scream escapes me as a huge black crow flies over me and flies onto a tree branch. Of course, I was already running.

Then, my life flashed before my eyes as I fell to the ground. I screamed out in pain as I looked down at my stomach and a huge wolf was biting down on it.

I fell back, screaming my heart out as I heard dozens of howls all around me. They were getting distant now as the pain was going away, enough for me to stop screaming.

I stood up, holding the wound on my stomach with my hand as I continued walking, or limping, each step as careful as I could make it.

The boarding house was in my sight as I limped up to the front door.

I opened it, struggling into the house that was always my safe place.

Closing the door, I waddled into the living room, dropping my backpack on the bench, and to where my boyfriend Damon was now pacing.

Before I knew it, he vampire sped over to me as I fell into his arms.

“Y/N, where the hell have you been?” He asked loudly, but with concern.

“I was at school. I told this morning that I was studying for my test tomorrow with Bonnie.” I told him as he lifted me up, holding me up.

“I know. But you should’ve been home hours ago. I almost went out to go find you.” Damon replied.

“Sorry. I got held up.” I said, releasing myself from him as I start to walk through the halls and up the stairs.

Just as I was about to take my sixth step up the stairs, pain shot through me, radiating all throughout my body. I would’ve fallen back down the stairs if Damon wasn’t behind me to catch me.

“Y/N, what happened to you?” He questioned, holding me up once again.

“ I got bit okay. It’s not the most pleasant feeling in the whole world, but it’s nothing to worry about, okay?” I said to him. I was trying to be calm. I knew I wouldn’t be okay, but I didn’t want him to worry, even though I knew he would.

“No, Y/N. It’s not okay. You’re hurt, and it’s worse than it’s ever been. You need blood, Klaus’ blood. Y/N, I can’t just leave you like this.” Damon complained.

“Damon,” I say, turning to him. “Please, I beg of you. Do not make a big deal of this. I just need to sleep it off and it’ll be healed by tomorrow. Please, I swear to God, if it’s not healed by tomorrow, then we’ll find Klaus and beg him to help. But, Damon, right now, I’m okay. Seriously. Let’s just go upstairs, please.” I begged him.

He nodded, taking my free hand and leading me upstairs.

I had gotten undressed, getting into the shower and gotten cleaned up.

Damon waited for me outside the shower with a towel, wrapping it around me as I stepped out.

“I’ll go get your clothes.” He said, kissing the side of my head as I smiled. He walked out of his big bathroom, speeding downstairs to get my clothes that he had washed for me.

Just as I had finished drying my hair, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. I felt soft kisses being placed onto my shoulder. I looked up into the mirror as I closed my eyes once again, leaning back into my most favorite person in the world.

With his hands placed carefully on my waist, he spun  me around to face him as he set his hands on my cheeks.

“Y/N, you know I love you, right?” Damon confessed.

“Of course I do. And I love you.” I answered.

“I’m just saying that, whatever happens, I will always love you and I will never stop. You’ll be okay, Y/N.” Damon admitted, and I believed him.

I leaned up towards him and pressed my lips against his. He pulled me into him as I smiled into the kiss.

“I love you, too, Damon. Thank you so much.” I told him. He leaned in and kissed my forehead.

I got dressed into my underwear, bra and leggings. Then, Damon helped me clean and cover my wound with a bandage so nothing would happen to it.

Damon slowly helped me slide on my tank top and my sweatshirt, careful not to disrupt the wound.

He led me to his bed, the one we’ve shared for almost 2 years now.

He quickly changed and joined me under the covers.

He wrapped his arms around my torso as I lean back against him, molding my body in the shape of him.

He kissed the back of my head, pulling me into him as we fell asleep in each others embrace.

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Damon’s POV

“I know, Y/N says she doesn’t need Klaus. But, I know she’s just in denial. That’s why we need to find him and get him to give us his blood to give to her.” I told Stefan.

It was almost noon and Y/N still wasn’t up yet. I was downstairs with Stefan, trying to build a plan to find Klaus and get his blood.

“Stefan, we have to find him. I can’t lose her.” I told my brother.

Before Stefan could answer, a high pitched scream came from upstairs.

I didn’t hesitate to speed upstairs and into my room. And I hated what I saw.

Y/N laid there, screaming, drenched in sweat.

“Y/N!” I yelled over her screaming. I picked her up in my arms and sat behind her, holding her back against my chest.

I held her tight so she would stop squirming after taking her sweatshirt off.

“Damon, it hurts too much! I feel like my whole body is burning! Please, help!” She begged, screaming once again.

Just then, Stefan sped into the room, Elena not too far behind him. I look up at them, wide eyed as I shouted, “Get Klaus!” It was up to them to find Klaus. I couldn’t leave my princess.

Y/N’s POV

It was as if someone had drenched me in gasoline, threw a lighter on me, and lit me on fire.

It was breathtaking, but not in the good way.

I felt like I wasn’t breathing. Every now and then I would let out an ear piercing scream. I would calm down and breath heavily, closing my eyes and laying back onto Damon.

“Damon, I’m so sorry.” I tell him hours later.

“Y/N, don’t be. It wasn’t your fault. You’ll be okay, I know it. Like I said, no matter what happens, I love you, and I’ll never stop. Just stay with me.” He admitted.

But, it was too hard. As much as it hurt, my eyes were getting too heavy.

“Damon, I’m sorry.” I told him, breathless.

“No, Y/N. Please, just stay with me just a little longer. You’ll be okay.” I tried keeping my eyes open, but I couldn’t keep them open.

Just as they closed, I saw three familiar figures run through the doorway of Damon’s bedroom. But, I was already out.

I’m just glad I would spend my last breath in the arms of my love.

Damon’s POV

Stefan and Elena returned, running into my room with Klaus Mikaelson.

“Klaus, you have to help her. Give her your blood, just, please save her!” It was Elena that spoke.

“I will, on one condition.” He said calmly, and it was as if he was in no rush to help Y/N.

“Anything! It doesn’t matter! Just please save her!” I shouted, never taking my eyes off of Y/N.

Klaus bit into his wrist, rushing up to Y/N and I. He set his wrist on Y/N’s mouth. He held it there for awhile, but then took it away.

But, nothing happened. I was just looking down at my lifeless princess, her lips stained in red blood.

Her eyes didn’t open. I looked her up and down and she wasn’t breathing.

I lifted her shirt and the wolf bite still wasn’t healing.

“No,” I said under my breath.

“No!” I shouted, taking her off my lap and setting her carefully down on the bed.

“NO! Y/N, please! You’re not gone! You can’t be dead! Please, baby, come back to me! Y/N! Please!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, begging her to come back. In the background, I swear I could hear soft, muffled cries. I looked back slowly, seeing Elena being held in Stefan’s arms, her head buried into his chest as he hugged her close.

Klaus was already gone, not that it mattered.

I looked back at Y/N, tears threatening to fall.

“Y/N, please,” I was quiet now. “Baby, please. You can’t leave me. Don’t leave me. I still need you.” I cried to her, hoping she could still hear me. But, I knew she couldn’t.

I know, she’s gone.

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Becoming Human ~ Kai Parker One Shot (slight AU)

Two story posts in one day? I don’t know who I am anymore.

Hello! Welcome to yet another Kai Parker love story by yours truly :). This is meant to be a prequel to “Love is Pain. Pain is Love.” If you haven’t yet, I would recommend you read that FIRST simply because that’s the order I wrote them in, but if you prefer to read chronologically that’s perfectly fine! They also function well as stand-alone one shots.

Word count: 3,822

Things you need to know before you read:

1) Damon and Stefan have a younger sister (my OC and the female lead of this story), Lucy Salvatore.

2) Lillian Salvatore died when she was supposed to, and the 1903 prison world does not exist. The group of Heretics that were trapped there with her does not exist, either.

3) This piece begins when Liv comes to kill Kai after his merge with Luke. 

None of the gifs used are mine! Gifs and/or “~~~” symbols will signify scene changes.

The story starts after the break; happy reading!

A steel poker tore through Kai’s stomach, pulling him and Jeremy out of the 1994 Prison World. He moaned in pain, rolled onto his back, and chortled at the turn of events. “Dang, sis. That was harsh.” Liv stood above him, glaring as he shifted onto his knees. “Shut up.” Liv got into his head without warning, burning into the gray matter of his brain and making Kai scream.

Lucy was in her room, peacefully reading when someone’s shriek reached her ears. She sighed deeply. Could there be just one peaceful day at the Salvatore house? Whooshing down the stairs with her supernatural speed, Lucy watched Kai splash alcohol over Liv, taunting her as he took a candle and held it up to her face.

“Just kill me, Kai. You already killed my best friend.” Kai’s hand trembled as it clutched the burning candle, his face contorting with hesitancy. “Just do it. Get it over with.”

Lucy studied Kai’s expression carefully. “Why can’t I do this?” He looked like he was in pain, his lip quivering with fear. “I don’t care about you.” Kai’s voice was barely over a whisper. “Why can’t I kill her?! Come on…” He was lost, but Lucy could save him. She saved her brothers from this same darkness many times (she lost count after the first two decades). Lucy approached Kai silently, not wanting to grab his attention. His voice grew louder and louder with agitation. “Kai, do it. Do it. COME ONNNN!” Kai’s screech rang through the house as he slapped himself, urging himself on. “KILL HER!” 

Lucy lunged towards him, making sure the flame was out before she held Kai’s arms behind his back, dealing one sharp jab to his upper spine and rendering him unconscious. Elena and Jeremy grabbed Liv while Lucy took Kai upstairs, laying him on her bed and getting him to drink her blood, making sure he heals.

Afterwards, there was nothing to do but wait. Lucy hadn’t truly harmed him; he’d be up in a few minutes. She sat next to him, kicking her heels up and resuming her reading. Stefan peeked into Lucy’s room, shocked at the sight of Kai knocked out next to her. “Do I want to know?” Lucy half-smirked, looking between her brother and the psychopath on her bed. “No, probably not.” 

“Alright then. Carry on.” Stefan slinked away, and Kai came to. Lucy’s hand came to below his chest, checking to see if the stab wound had healed. “You brought me to your bed and decided to put your hands on me, Salvatore?” He sat up, grinning from ear to ear. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. I don’t mind, but at least buy me dinner first.” Kai gave her a cheeky wink, earning a withering look from Lucy. 

“Come on, you.” Lucy jumped off the bed, tossing Kai a clean, nondescript grey sweatshirt. He stared at it for a minute, unsure of why exactly he was being asked to change. “You said I should buy you dinner, right? We’re going to the Grill, and unless you want to go covered in blood, I suggest you put the sweatshirt on.” 

Kai’s eyebrows rose inquisitively. This would be interesting…

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Kai dug into his food, starving for some reason. Near-death experiences made everyone super hungry. Lucy munched on some fries and watched him, observing his eyes above all. They were called windows to the soul for a reason. Kai’s eyes caught hers then, and he gave her the same playful, crooked grin. “I know I’m pretty, Lucy. Didn’t anyone teach you it’s rude to stare?”

Lucy laughed at him. “Don’t flatter yourself, Malachai. I’m just here to make sure no one kills you until my blood passes from your system. Eating will help speed that process up.” His teeth snapped shut in reaction. The last time someone called him Malachai… “Don’t call me that.”

“What? Your name?” Kai chugged down his entire water glass in one go. “It’s not my name. Not anymore.” Lucy had hit a nerve, which was surprising. From what Damon had told her, Kai was always eerily put together, even when he and Bonnie crossed him.

His emotions came from his merge with Luke. Before that, he was a stone-cold, unshakable killer. Getting him to accept his feelings – or even acknowledge them – would be difficult. “You know what your problem is, Kai?” 

His wave of anger was gone. Kai put a hand on his chest in mock offense. “Problem? I don’t have a problem.” Lucy let out a single, hard chuckle. It always upset her to see someone hiding their suffering just below the surface, veiled under the thinnest armor possible. “Your problem is that emotions scare you. You can’t begin to understand them. I can help you if you’ll let me…”

Kai said nothing, staring at her. Of the three Salvatore vampire siblings, Lucy seemed the most human. He had no reason to believe she was insincere, but Kai Parker did not know how to trust anyone, not when his family decided to lock him in his own personal Hell. Before Kai could respond, Damon dragged up a chair to join them. 

“Sister. Sociopath.” Raising his glass in greeting, Damon sipped his bourbon, glancing between the two. Suddenly, he burst out laughing. “Did you pick him for your next humanity project?” Lucy’s face remained smooth, but Damon’s drunken words hurt her. Project. Did he think it was fun for her? Did he think she enjoyed bringing her brothers back from the brink of oblivion? 

“Yes, Damon. My life is incomplete when I don’t have an imbecile to take care of.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm as she shook her head. Standing up, Lucy left a $50 bill on the table and gave Kai her number. “Think about what I said. If you’re willing to try, you know how to reach me.”

Walking out, Lucy exhaled loudly once she stepped into the cool night, needing to get this weight off her chest. Deciding to walk home, Lucy pondered over Damon’s words. Sometimes it felt as if her life had no other purpose except caring for her brothers. If she took away the role of “little Salvatore sister” from her life, who exactly was she?

“Lucy! Hey!” Kai was running after her. While he didn’t believe she could help him make sense of emotions, Kai couldn’t deny that his inability to kill Liv terrified him. That had never happened to him before; He had no idea what it meant. “Breathe, Kai. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Man, you walk fast.” His gasps for air made Lucy crack up. “Yes, well, I’m technically an old lady. You need to get into shape, Parker.” Rolling his eyes, Kai straightened up, looking into her eyes. “You said you can help me. How?”

Lucy smiled warmly. Project or not, this is what she excelled at.

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A few weeks later, Liv had agreed to help them get Bonnie out of the prison world. Damon, Elena, and Stefan had gone with her; Lucy was on sociopath watch. Lounging on her favorite couch in the Salvatore library, she wrote in her journal. Every few seconds, she glanced at Kai inconspicuously, watching as he toured the bookshelves. “God, how many books do you have?” Lucy giggled at the surprise in his tone. The gentle sound caught his attention. It made him feel light, somehow. It calmed him.

“Stefan and I are both literature fanatics.” She shut her journal, setting it in her lap and resting her head on her hand. “Reading is such a wonderful escape from real life.” Kai hummed in soft disagreement, picking up her feet and plopping down next to her before letting them fall into his lap. “Not always. I was reading The Great Gatsby a couple of days ago, and all of a sudden, this water started pooling in my eyes. Like I was some alien creature with fluids oozing from my eyeballs. Does that ever happen to you?”

Biting the inside of her cheek to hold back her laughter, Lucy nodded. “Mhmm. I believe that’s called crying, and it’s not an alien phenomenon. Definitely human.” Kai had been crying? He couldn’t remember the last time he had cried… “When was the last time you experienced that, Lucy?”

Her smile fell, thinking of what happened a few months ago. They all thought Damon and Bonnie were dead. Instead of staying by her side as family does, Stefan disappeared off to some random town in Georgia with no notice or explanation. She knew Stefan was hurting, but it was hard for her to forgive him after he returned. Lucy had lost a brother, too. 

Kai saw the pain in her eyes and immediately regretted his question. “I-I’m sorry… you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” Clearing her throat, Lucy plastered a calm countenance on and responded. “No, it’s okay. I suppose this is a necessary part of your emotional training regimen.

“The last time I cried in grief was a few months ago – maybe three months ago? I thought one of my brothers was dead. The other ran off to cope with it on his own. It felt like I lost them both in the span of a week.” A heavy wave of remorse washed over Kai. Had he succeeded in any of his efforts to kill Damon, he would’ve made Lucy’s pain a permanent reality.

He was guilty, now? What was this woman doing to him?!

Lucy was still speaking, not noticing the whirlwind of thoughts shining in Kai’s eyes when she was lost in her own memories. “Then, I sobbed in utter relief when Damon came back. Tears don’t always have to mean loss or pain. Sometimes, we are overwhelmed with such joy that our body doesn’t know how to hold all of it.”

This was entirely news to him. Kai had never known such extreme happiness. He couldn’t comprehend how such a sensation even existed. Without thinking about it, Kai took Lucy’s hand, squeezing it softly. She was taken aback momentarily but returned the favor. He was empathizing. It was working.

“Lucy, I need you to teach me how to feel.” He had given in. Kai had to know how he felt about her, and she was the only one that could show him. 

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Another month went by. Kai saw Lucy almost every day. When he wasn’t with her, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Everything she said just made perfect sense. He didn’t expect it to be easy to figure out how emotions worked, but Lucy guided him every step of the way.

Kai knew he wouldn’t see her today, and the thought was driving him insane. Lucy was moving into her new home. Like the idiot he was, Kai forgot to ask for her address. Somehow, he forgot a great deal around her.

Kai found himself in the Salvatore house again, trying to get her brothers to tell him where she moved. Both were truly hesitant. Every time Kai was in the room, Damon had the urge to rip his heart out, and Stefan didn’t like how much time Lucy was spending with him.

“Look, I know both of you can’t stand the sight of me, and I can understand why. But I need you to tell me where Lucy is. I can’t stop thinking about her. I need to see her.” Damon froze mid-step, blinking a few times to center himself. Kai almost sounded genuine. He wasn’t falling for it, but Stefan gave in. 

“3190 South Ruby Street.” Kai shot up immediately, heading out. Before he stepped over the threshold of the house, he turned around. “Thank you, Stefan. I know you don’t like me, but thanks for trusting me with this.” Stefan only nodded. Just as Kai disappeared from sight, Damon chucked a pillow at his head. “What is wrong with you?”

“Did you want him to torture it out of someone? If the way he treated you and Bonnie is any indication, we have to avoid setting him off at all costs. Lucy can defend herself.” Damon rolled his eyes. “Sure she can.”

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Lucy had just finished putting her kitchen appliances away. She paused to look at her new home, proud of the life she was beginning to create. In order to figure out who she was, Lucy had to take herself out of the Salvatore house, out from under the eagle eyes of her brothers. After taking a shower at vamp-speed – Lucy was eager to settle in with a book on the reading chair she took weeks to pick out – she put a pot of coffee on.

She was combing her wet hair with her fingers when the doorbell rang. Not expecting anyone, Lucy opened the door, a warm smile gracing her lips when she saw who it was. “Malachai! Come in.” She was elated to see him. Lucy couldn’t deny she found her thoughts drifting to him at odd hours of the day. For someone who claimed to be high in emotional intelligence, Lucy didn’t want to accept how she felt about him. Though she cared for Kai and saw a real change in him, Lucy couldn’t just forget how he had tortured Liv before the merge. He had left Bonnie for dead to claw his own way out of the prison world. She saw something worth redeeming in him, but could she just forget all he had done?

Kai stepped in, giving her a grin in greeting. Hearing his real name didn’t bother him anymore, not when it came from her. “Hey, Lucy. The place looks great.” Accepting his pleasantries, Lucy poured some coffee for him as well, handing him the mug and leading him into the living room. “What brings you by?” She took a seat, gesturing for him to do the same and folding her legs beneath her.

“I just…” Kai didn’t have a real reason. There was only one, and he couldn’t hold it back. “I just needed to see you.” Something in her expression softened. Kai was like a child when it came to his feelings. Now he knew to recognize them, and he spilled his thoughts without a filter. Her eyes gleamed with flickers of joy, and Kai couldn’t stop himself from continuing. “God, feelings are hard. Um… I don’t like not seeing you. If you’re not around, something doesn’t feel right.”

Lucy said nothing. Her mind was telling her to reject him, but she stopped to ask herself why. Was she rejecting him because of what she saw in him or because of what others saw in him? Had Damon and Stefan not done innumerable unforgivable things in their lifetimes? Lucy forgave them because she loved them. The answer was clear to her then: she loves him. It came at her without warning, not unlike how emotions came to Kai.

“I know the feeling.” Lucy shifted closer to him, taking Kai’s hand in hers and linking their fingers together. Something felt warm inside him. Whole. Healed. For a few peaceful moments, neither said anything. Kai couldn’t move his gaze away from their hands, clasped together beautifully as if they were always meant to be. Then, the spell they were under broke by the shrill singing of Lucy’s phone. “I’m sorry, Kai, just a second.” Sighing, she picked it up, wondering what Damon could possibly need now.

As she stepped away to take the call, Kai stood and looked at the decorations she had up. A dream catcher hung from the wall near the kitchen, and a large frame decorated the wall of the dining room. Within it was a picture of Lucy and her brothers at Jo and Alaric’s wedding. The longer he looked at it, the more he was beginning to understand the bond between the siblings. Lucy had the same crystal blue eyes as Damon but the caramel brown locks of Stefan. She once mentioned her temper was the hottest of them all, but she knew how to rein it in like Stefan. Actually, it would be more accurate to say Stefan knew how to rein it in like her.

He took a sip of his coffee, smiling to himself. He smiled to himself a lot these days. Especially when Lucy was on his mind. This felt like home, and he didn’t want to lose the peace he felt. Kai wouldn’t survive losing her.

“Sorry about that. Damon wanted to know if you had shown up here.” Kai’s expression fell. “Your brothers really hate me, don’t they?” Lucy couldn’t lie and say no, but she moved closer to him until he was looking into her eyes. “They don’t know you. I know you, and it is impossible for me to feel anything but–” Her voice trailed off, and Lucy had to avert her gaze from him. Kai would not accept that. Setting his mug aside, he took her face in his hands. His voice was barely over a whisper when his eyes found hers again. “Anything but what?” 

“Love. I can’t feel anything but love for you, Malachai.” He needed to hear nothing else. Without planning it, without thinking of anything, his lips claimed hers. She pulled him as close as possible, every inch of her pressed against his body. Kai’s hands found their way to her hair as his aching desire for her grew stronger. Lucy couldn’t tell how long they remained in their passionate embrace, but she didn’t care. She could stay there forever…

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Lucy sighed, hiding her exhausted face in her hands. Her brothers bickered with her about Kai relentlessly. It was becoming unendurable. “Why can’t the both of you just trust me? I may be your younger sister, but I’ve lived on this planet for multiple decades, just like the two of you. I know this is something real.”

“He’s a sociopath, Lucy! They are incapable of feelings. Why can’t you get that into your thick skull?” Damon was harsh with his words, but Lucy knew he spoke from a place of concern. “Damon, listen to me. He does feel. His pain compares to the amount the three of us have survived together. He’s learned to let it in. Please believe me when I say this.”

Stefan looked between the two, breaking up the conversation. “You’re right, Lucy. Maybe we should give him a chance.” Relief overcame her expression, and Damon looked like someone had asked for his soul. “What? No. Absolutely not!” Stefan shot Damon a look, gesturing for him to shut up. Groaning in disbelief, Damon stomped upstairs, completely convinced his siblings had lost their minds.

“Damon will come around, Luce. Don’t worry about him.” Lucy was staring at the stairs, hating this wedge between her and her brother. “Thanks for wanting to trust him, Stefan. It means a lot to me.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to her crown. “Of course. Now, get going. We’ve kept you here for hours and someone’s waiting for you at home.”

Lucy grinned, quickly heading out the door. Just as her engine started, Stefan ran to Damon’s room. “Excuse me, I don’t speak to people that have gone completely mental!” Damon was angry enough to toss things around. “Kai’s going to hurt her! And it’ll be your fault.”

“No, he won’t. We won’t let him.”

Meanwhile, as Lucy drove home in haste, Kai shot up in their bed. His eyes darted around the room anxiously, not knowing where Lucy had gone. Wrapping his arms around himself, Kai curled up into a ball, becoming as small as possible. He hoped the strength of his arms was enough to keep him from falling apart, but it was useless. The only one who could hold him together was Lucy.

A painful cry ripped out from his chest, echoing through their home. Lucy heard it from a mile away. She parked very dangerously on the driveway, not caring about anything but getting to him. One second passed, and she was beside him. 

“Kai? Hey!” Lucy kneeled next to the bed, trying to look into his eyes. “What happened?” Seeing her somehow made the tears spill faster, and each one was a stab to her heart. “Malachai, tell me what’s wrong.” He couldn’t find his voice, so he only shook his head. Biting her lip, Lucy wrapped herself around him as best as she could, soothingly smoothing his hair back. His dreams always tormented him. Even if he didn’t want to share, Lucy knew what they were about. “You’re alright, sweetheart. You’re safe. You’re not alone anymore.”

Kai didn’t know how long he sobbed in her arms, but when he finally calmed, he was exhausted. “Better?” He nodded and nuzzled into her, breathing her in and reminding himself she was here. Lucy could sense he didn’t want to talk about it, so she tried to distract him. “I have something to tell you… ask you, rather.”

His eyes locked with hers curiously. The remnants of tears in them crushed her, but she kept talking. “I love you, Malachai, and I want you to stay with me forever. I haven’t mentioned this to anyone yet, but I want to turn you… if you’ll let me.” The statement was reminiscent of the conversation they had months ago when Lucy asked if he’d allow her to help Kai feel again.

 “Lucy Salvatore, are you proposing to me?” Both of them laughed in unison, and Kai switched their positions so he was the one enveloping her. “I suppose I am.” Kai owed her everything. How could she even suspect he didn’t want all of eternity with her? “Then, my answer is yes. I want today, tomorrow, and every day after that with you.”

Lucy kissed him sweetly, filled with all-consuming happiness. Her brothers would accept him, and she’d have her Malachai forever.

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Lucy was immensely anxious that day. Her brothers claimed they needed to get something from the 1994 Prison World, and Kai agreed to accompany them. “Lucy, I need to speak to them alone. I need to apologize to Bonnie and get your brothers to trust me.” She let out a long exhale, looking into his eyes. “I know… but I just have this feeling. I know my brothers, Malachai. They’re up to something. Please don’t go.” Lucy was almost begging him, and Kai’s heart just about broke.

Moving closer to her, he smiled reassuringly. “Hey, hey, hey… I love you. There isn’t any force in the universe strong enough to keep me from you. Even if your brothers try something, I know I’ll find my way back to you.” Lucy bit her lip in worry, making Kai kiss the tension away. “I’ll be back before the moon is up in the sky. Wait for me?”

Lucy could only wrap her arms around him, resting her head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat. “Always.”

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That’s a wrap! I hope you enjoyed reading my work as much as I enjoy writing it. If you haven’t yet, check out the sequel to this piece, “Love is Pain. Pain is Love.” I am also writing an AU Kai Parker Love Story series, the details of which can be found on my masterlist. As always, feel free to message me with your thoughts/comments/constructive criticisms, or anything else!

Until next time, JustAThoughtfulAngel <3

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[tweedlydumbtweedlydoo]

JJ Maybank x reader

Summary:  You’re pregnant and before you can tell JJ, his dad finds out first.

A/N: pregnancy and angst, my two favorite things to write about. I’m sorry I took so long to get this out and posted. My aunt has been visiting from MO and I’ve been spending time with her!  Anon who requested this- i hope you like it and thank you for requesting!! Again, so so sorry for the wait. 

Tag list is at the end. Let me know if you want to be added xx

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The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

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It was late when your phone rang on your bedside table. Rolling over with a groan, you answered groggily, “Hello?”

“y/n… it’s me John B. You need to get over to the Chateau. Like now.”

And suddenly you were wide awake. It wasn’t often John B would call you in the middle of the night, but you knew what it meant. Throwing the covers off your body you slipped on a pair of shoes, not bothering to change out of your pjs and rushed out the door.

~

When you arrived at the Chateau, you could hear the yelling from the driveway. You quickly shut off your car and headed inside.

“JJ, dude, calm the fuck down!”

“I can’t calm down. If she’s fucking pregnant, my dad is going to kill me!”

You stopped on the front porch at the sound of JJ’s voice. You hadn’t told anyone about the pregnancy yet. Not even your best friend, Kie.

“How about you talk to her first before freaking out?!”

You heard something crash and decided it was time to walk inside. JJ had knocked everything off the kitchen table and it was scattered around the floor. His face was bloody and bruised with fresh wounds. “JJ?”

His head turned to you and he narrowed his eyes at you, “Are you pregnant?”

You look at John B. “Don’t look at him!” He storms over to you, “Look at me, y/n and answer my question.” JJ angrily yells.

“Y-yes. How did you even know? I haven’t even told anyone!”

He motions to his face, “Well obviously someone blabbered because it got around to my dad. This is because of you.” He points an accusing finger at you, “He beat the shit out of me earlier because he heard I knocked you up!”

Your bottom lip trembles and your eyes fill with tears, “JJ… I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

He shakes his head and steps back from you, “You think I can take care of a child, y/n? I can’t even take care of myself. I mean have you seen what I have to live with!”

“I’ll figure it-”

JJ cuts you off, “No. The only thing you’re doing is taking yourself to an abortion clinic and getting.. rid of it.” He motions to your belly before storming out of the Chateau, the door slamming shut behind him.

~

John B decided to head back to bed, but you stayed out on the front porch, waiting for JJ. You knew he’d eventually come back after he calmed down. Your arms wrapped around your stomach thinking about what JJ said. You couldn’t just abort the fetus. You’d already grown attached, thinking about he/she, buying clothes, painting a nursery, raising a baby with JJ. JJ with a baby. Your heart swelled at the thought. The sound of a screen door closing shut, caught your attention.

JJ cleared his throat as he walked over to you, his hands in his pockets. You could see the bruises were already swelling, “Baby you need to put some ice on that..” You said softly, standing and gently inspecting his face, “And the cuts need to be cleaned.”

He only gives a small nod.

“Sit down, I’ll get some ice and the first aid kit.”

He took a seat on the couch as you walked inside and grabbed a bag of ice and the first aid kit. When you came back out, you took a seat across from him on the coffee table, handing him the ice. Then you put a little peroxide on a cloth and begin cleaning the wounds.

He winces at your touch.

“Sorry.” You whisper.

“I didn’t mean what I said earlier.” His eyes are glossy with tears, “I don’t want you to abort the baby.”

You gave a small nod, “I know baby.. it’s okay.”

His hand grabs yours, “I want to raise the baby with you. It’s just, I’m scared y/n. What if I fuck up like my dad and the kid is all screwed up in the head? I’ve never had a father figure, I don’t know how to be one.”

You smile softly at him, shaking your head, “JJ Maybank, you are going to be the best father ever. Don’t ever think any differently. I mean the way you are around kids, it’s incredible. I’m amazed by you. You’re so gentle and patient with them. Remember when we were at the beach that day and a little boy had lost his mom? You were the one who jumped into action to help him, not me. You walked that little boy up and down the beach until you found his parents.”

He shrugs, “I was just being a nice guy.”

“But he talked with you, not me. You kept him calm and laughing. I knew right then I wanted you to be the father of my babies.” You gave a small laugh, which caused him to chuckle.

“He did like me more, didn’t he?”

You nod, “He did. You also managed to make him believe you were an undercover superhero? I have no idea how, but that kid listened to every word you said.”

He chuckles, “I’m just that good.”

“I have no doubt in my mind that you will be a great father. You may have never had a father figure, but you know exactly what not to do.”

He nods and gives a small smirk, “So, turns out my pullout game is not as strong as I thought, huh?”

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[yespolkadotkitty]

i think it’s fair to say that i’ve fallen far too in love with your zach one shots — not only do you capture his persona so well, it genuinely feels like i’m watching an episode of brothers & sisters

also, your ricky one shot was also so so so good!! you have no idea how grateful we all are that you pluck these characters from obscurity and portray their defining characteristics so accurately while also adding the loveliest fluffiest fluff of all time

i was wondering if you would consider writing a jealous!zach one shot? ngl, the (mutual) pining mixed with jealousy trope is my guilty pleasure and i feel like jealous zach would be 11/10

anyway, just wanted to say you’re fucking amazing and i adore your writing — i hope you’re having a great day!!

THANK YOU FOR THIS LOVELY ASK

(NB: Ok I know this is not Zach but it COULD be. It’s the right year. There are SO FEW pics of Zach so let’s just go with it).

Words: 1700 ~ Warnings: jealousy, pining, angst, fluff, one awesome kiss

Pairing: Zach Wellison x gn!reader

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YOU: Is it wrong to be attracted to the super in my building?

BFF: Why would it be wrong? Use it to curry favour! Get stuff fixed faster! What is he/she like?

YOU: Tall. Tanned. Dark blond. Has a tattoo - military maybe? Sexiest voice ever.

BFF: If you don’t get him, I will.

You set your phone down and smiled.

Maybe I should say something.

Zach had been the building super of your apartment block for the last three months. He was a massive improvement on the last guy, who spent his days playing Zelda and smoking weed and very occasionally getting off his ass to fix stuff.

He’d been to your place - conveniently next door to his, he had a live-in type gig - four times. The garbage disposal, the leaky faucet, the faucet again, and then the window.

Notes could be left in his mailbox downstairs by tenants who needed assistance. He always responded the same day, the next day at the very latest, and he always tried to arrange a time with the occupant that suited them.

He’d gotten all greasy and wet fixing the faucet, his plaid button-down clinging to him, and eventually he’d stripped it off, revealing a tattoo you hadn’t been brave enough to try and examine properly, and some serious biceps.

Next time I see him, you promise yourself.

BFF: Btw, what’s happening with the dude at no 16?

YOU: Nothing.

You’d engaged in a mild flirtation with the well-built guy across the hall. Sometimes he got your mail in his box by mistake and he dropped it off, but lately he hadn’t engaged with you, and you began to think he was just being friendly.

The next day, before you could properly think of what to write down for Zach, the washing machine that came with your place started to leak. You noticed when trying to take your clothes out of it.

“Crap!”

Rather than put a note in his box, you knocked on Zach’s door.

He opened it after a minute, surprise sketched on his handsome face, hair ruffled, sweat beading at the neck of his t-shirt. Past him, you could see weight lifting equipment on the floor, along with a small speaker playing 70s rock.

“Fleetwood Mac?” You ask, smiling. “They’re my favourite.”

“No kidding?” A smile tipped up one corner of his mouth. “So... “ His brown eyes met yours, warm, concerned. “Are you okay?”

“I hate to bother you directly, but my washer’s busted - leaking.”

“It’s no bother.” He glanced behind him. “Give me five, okay? I’ll be right there.”

“Thanks so much, Zach.”

He nods and closes the door. You’re about to turn back to your apartment when Well Built Guy - Damon, you think his name is - comes out of his own apartment.

“Hey,” he greets you.

“Oh, hey. How are you?”

He pushes a hand through his short, black hair. His single earring glints in the daylight; gives him a pleasingly piratical look. “I’m good. How are you?”

“Yeah, good - thanks.” You move again.

“Wait.” He takes a step closer in the small hall. “I was wondering if you - if you wanted to get coffee sometime? This place two blocks over does an amazing dark roast.”

“Oh, well-”

You’re cut off when Zach’s door swings open. He’s changed into a clean shirt, a forest-green henley, and he carries a faded red toolbox. His gaze darts between you and Damon, wary, and for a second, his mouth turns down.

As quickly as you see it, it’s gone.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he mutters, to you. “Can I go in?”

“I’ll let you in, Zach.” You turn your attention to Damon.”Catch you later?”

“Sure, sweet thing.”

He’s called you the nickname before but it’s never chafed until today.

Zach doesn’t react as you come to the door and let him in.

“Thanks for coming by so quickly.”

He doesn’t look at you. “You didn’t have to cut your time with your boyfriend short.” He sets his toolbox down by the washer and kneels, unbothered by the pool of water that begins to leech into the pale denim of his jeans.

“He isn’t my boyfriend.”

Zach sets about exploring the washer. “Okay.”

“He isn’t.” You stuff your hands in your pockets. “You want some coffee?”

For the first time, he looks up at you, and the expression in his honey-brown eyes is scraped bare, and then he looks away and the connection is lost. “Sure. Thanks. Black, one sugar.”

You busy yourself, just a few feet away - your kitchen is not big by any stretch of the imagination.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks.” He’s absorbed, only his waist and ass sticking out from the drum of the washer.

You potter off to do some work.

An half hour later, Zach knocks on the door of your tiny office - the only other “room” of your studio aside from the bathroom. 

“All fixed.”

“Thank you so much, Zach.”

He swipes the back of his hand over his forehead, leaving a smear of grease. “No problem.”

“You’ve got a-” You reach up, every nerve on end, wanting to touch him.

A knock sounds at your door.

Dammit.

“Sorry,” you mutter.

You swing the door open and Damon is there with two coffees.

“I was on my way back from the office,” he says. “I thought you might like to - oh, the super’s still there. Not fixed yet, pal?”

Damon says it innocuously but you see Zach’s shoulders tense.

“Nope, all good.” He rubs the palms of his hands together in a “that’s done” gesture. “I’ll get out of your hair.”

“... Place next door is this amazing Italian,” Damon is saying, oblivious. “It’s pretty pricey but I’d love to take you there.”

Zach pushes between you and out of the door, but you see the crestfallen set of his shoulders as he goes.

The door swings shut behind him and you turn back to Damon, resigned to see this conversation out, and to make it clear that he’s kind, but you aren’t interested.

*******

That evening, you take the stairs down to the communal gym in your building. Well. Gym is stretching it. There’s one ancient rowing machine, one treadmill, a barbell that has seen much better days, and a CRT TV that only shows Judge Judy. But, you don’t have to pay for it, so it beats a gym contract elsewhere in the city.

When you push through the door, Zach is on the treadmill, earphones in. He’s wearing a sleeveless vest and your gaze is drawn to his intricate tattoo - an eagle perched on a world, an anchor hugging the globe. Marines.

Wow, you think - wow.

Sweat trickles down the back of his neck, and his thick, dark gold hair curls around his nape.

Now or never.

You walk over to the treadmill and drop your gym bag to announce your presence.

Zach turns, does a double take, and then presses a button on the treadmill to slow it down. He pulls his earphones out.

“Hey.”

“Hey, Zach.”

Curiosity flits across his features. “Something you need?”

You swallow. He looks so good, his pale gold skin slick with clean sweat, his breath coming in soft pants, his chest rising and falling, lean muscles delineated by the clinging vest.

“No. I mean, yes.”

“And you can’t get the guy at 16 to help?” he snarks.

You step back.

“Sorry,” Zach says, immediately. “I just…”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you assure Zach.

Above his head, on the TV, Judge Judy silently reprimands a woman with six face piercings.

“He could be. Guy like him. Good job. He’d take you to fancy Italian places.”

You curl your hand around the arm of the treadmill. “Maybe I don’t want to go to fancy Italian places.”

Zach huffs out a breath, but you have his interest.

“Maybe I’d just like to hang out with you.”

Suspicion narrows his eyes. “Why?”

“Maybe I like you? Did you consider that? Maybe, for some bizarre reason, I think you’re nice and attractive?” you wave your arms, frustrated.

Zach folds his arms across his chest, pursing his lips. “I used to be a Marine, but I had to resign my commission because I got hit hard with PTSD. I lived on the street for two years.”

You hold his gaze as he speaks. 

“Why are you telling me this?”

But then you know. He’s telling you so you’ll turn tail and go back to Damon, with his suits and fancy haircut and ability to take you out for $100 dinners.

He expects you to turn him down.

Because that’s what happens. What has happened and what he thinks will happen now.

Zach firms his lips and shakes his head slightly.

“Just go,” he says, so softly, mistaking your silence for pity, rather than resolve.

“No.” Instead, you lean up on your toes and touch your lips to his.

He starts, and then holds perfectly still. You break the kiss, and look up into his face, and he’s gazing at you like you hung the moon and all the stars.

“I like you, Zach,” you whisper. “And I don’t care if our first date is a picnic in the park.”

He blinks, turning away from you for a second, and then he ducks under the arm of the treadmill, and he’s so close that you breath catches. 

“I’ve thought about this,” he murmurs, and then he cups your face in his hands and kisses you like he means it, lips and teeth and tongue, and it’s everything.

You spear your fingers into his hair and breathe him in, press yourself against the hard wall of his chest, sigh his name against his lips.

“I gotta shower,” he says, with clear reluctance, his voice half an octave lower, unsteady from a kiss that has rocked both your worlds. “Then, let’s see about that picnic.”

**********

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[cevans16]

I’m a Lucky Fan

Summary: Sebastian has had feelings for you but has always kept them hidden.

You and Sebastian were about to walk on stage for a two hour long show, you guys were costars for the Marvel films, him as Bucky and you played an assassin. You had feelings for him but never wanted to cross that line since you were costars and you weren’t sure he felt the same way. He had always been nice to you but that was it. Sebastian was beyond in love with you but he didn’t think you felt that way about him. You two were assigned to be together for the Marvel tour and it had been a blast so far, without you both knowing, you two were falling in love more with each other. 

“Welcome to the Late Night Show! Tonight we have two of Marvel’s finest heroes, the beautiful (Y/N) and Sebastian Stan!!” The crowd erupted in excitement, you walked in first with Sebastian right behind you, you both waved at the audience and sat down next to each other on the couch. “Thank you for having us!” you said to the host, “No thank YOU both for coming! I’m glad we have you guys for the entire show! I’m surprised you two are paired up now since you (Y/N) have always been paired with Evans and Hemsworth.” Sebastian laughed, “Well it was about time because her and the Chris’ are nothing but trouble”, “Hey! We are not that bad” you said defensively. “They wanted to change the atmosphere, apparently Sebastian is too quiet so they brought me” you said bowing jokingly. “Whatever” he smiled but a crimson color painted his cheeks. 

“Okay, so before we get into Marvel, let’s first start with you (Y/N), you’re currently starring in The Vampire Diaries as Olivia, how’s that going? You’re a vampire right?”, you smiled at the host nodding along, “Yes, I’m one of the vampires and it’s been amazing, I love the whole vampire, werewolf stuff, it’s been so much fun playing a vampire, it’s messy and gory and I love it” you responded giddily. “So you’re filming both a Marvel movie and show, how’s that going?”, “Not as crazy as you think but I did have a minor incident where it somewhat overlapped” you chuckled, “Care to elaborate?”, “Oh gosh” Sebastian said since he knew what had happened. “Well I was filming early for Vampire Diaries and then right after I would have to leave for Marvel but one time I did not clean up well and I scared the daylights out of one of our stylists” you explained cracking up at the memory, “I wasn’t able to wipe off the fake blood so when I took off my shirt I still had some on and she freaked! She thought I was seriously bleeding!” everyone laughed about it, “Alright let’s see a little bit of you in action for The Vampire Diaries”. 

-Scene One-

Pyscho Killer by The Talking Heads cued on showing New York city late at night, your character Olivia appeared on screen, smirking and turning to face Damon Salvatore, you walked up to an innocent man who was walking down the street, you stood in front of him, “May I help you?” he asked, “Yes, I’m rather hungry” you replied deviously. Then the man’s neck snaps and Damon appears behind him, “Ladies first” he gestured towards the corpse, you smiled at him, kneeling to feed on the man, the camera pins on you with blood dripping down your mouth and chin, “You were right Damon, New York is the perfect place to feed”. 

-Scene Two-

Wait by M83 plays, your character Olivia walks in towards the Salvatore's’ special place in the cemetery, you went there feeling alone since Damon had been thrown into another world where you weren’t sure he would ever come back from. You spotted his little brother Stefan sitting on a bench dousing bourbon. You lightly knocked on the wall to make your presence known, “Hey...sorry I was feeling-”, “Lonely” he finished your sentence, you nodded, he motioned you over offering you some bourbon. You took the bottle but sat on the floor instead, you took a sip, feeling your eyes water even more. “I miss him” Stefan said, “I do too”. “You know Stefan....I know your brother loves Elena”.....”I’d rather live in a world where Damon loves Elena than live in one where he is not here” you said breaking down in sobs. Stefan took the bottle from you, you saw him throw it towards the wall but it didn’t break, you turned towards it thinking it was odd and you were met with Damon himself. You got up slowly, you were sure the bourbon hadn’t affected you yet but it shocked you seeing him, “Damon?” you said walking up to hug him tightly and give him a peck on his right cheek.

-Scene Three-

“Olivia it would be best if you turned your humanity off” Damon said to your character. Damon, your character Olivia, and one of Damon’s best friends Enzo were siphoned to a long living creature. Damon had turned off his humanity to make the killings easier, Enzo and you had decided not to but your character had always been in love with Damon, hearing him convince you to turn it off, you turned to Enzo, “I’m sorry Enz, he’s right though” you shut your eyes for a second before opening them again, the same look from the night in New York city appeared on your face. You smirked at the two men, “Let’s go” you walked a step ahead of them, the camera pointing to you three looking badass. 

The screen shut off and the crowd cheered at the previews that you were in. “So does Olivia end up with Damon?” the host asked, “I don’t know I guess we’ll find out!” you teased, “I know I know, you are INCREDIBLE in this show by the way. You and Ian Somerhalder have amazing and intense chemistry!”, you nodded and blushed slightly, “Yes he is a great actor and the perfect person to play this bad boy Damon Salvatore, he is such a good friend as well”, “Friend? So you and Ian are not dating?”, Sebastian felt his heart drop at the sound of that question, he wanted you to be happy but he hoped you weren’t dating, the videos that he just saw showed how you and Ian were amazing as Damon and Olivia. “No no, nothing more than just costars that have amazing chemistry” you explained, “Like you and Sebastian” the host joked causing you to blush. 

“Alright before we head onto Marvel, (Y/N) we have one lucky fan who would loved to get ‘bit’ by you” they joked, “Bring them on then!” you said. Someone from the staff brought you a vampire kit that included teeth and a blood bag. You opened it to add on the glue to the teeth, you could hear Sebastian chuckling beside you, “Man are you an expert” he teased, “Well I have been a vampire for quite some time”, you added them onto your own teeth, the one on the left moved but Sebastian was quick to hold it in place rather roughly, “Owww you can’t just shove it in Sebastian” you laughed, “That’s what she said” he replied, “Yeah but not to YOU” you teased causing him to grin and blush even more. The crowd egged you two on, “Okay now for the blood” you tried to open the bag but couldn’t, “Can my handsy man help a girl out?” you asked Sebastian, he got it open for you and handed it back. You poured some in your mouth letting it ooze down your chin and neck, you wiped your hands with a towel and then looked up to give a seductive vampire smile.

“So who’s the lucky fan?” you asked, “Well he is sitting right next to you”, you turned to Sebastian who was nodding along until it registered in his head that they meant him, “What? No I didn’t ask for this”, “Come on, my victims normally don’t when I turn off my humanity” you joked. Sebastian licked his lips in nervousness as you got up to get closer to him, “Okay here’s the money shot” the host joked. “Are you okay?” you asked Sebastian to make sure he was in fact okay with this skit, he nodded. “Okay it’ll only hurt for a bit” you teased, you put one hand on shoulder and the other one slightly around his neck before you dove in to “bite” him but really you gave him a small kiss so no one would suspect, you heard him groan lightly causing you to laugh and get up. There was Sebastian with fake blood on his neck and a lipstick stain. The crowd went wild.

The rest of the show was uneventful, they had helped you clean up and continue to then talk about upcoming Marvel movies. When it was finally over you walked towards your dressing room when you heard Sebastian call for you. You turned to face him, “Hey sorry if that was too much” you said shyly, “No no, uhmmm I actually wanted to apologize but I had no say in that, do you want to get a drink after this?” he asked. “Yeah of course!”, “More like a date....” he added. You smiled at him, “You like me Sebastian?”, “I do a lot actually” he said walking closer to you. You brought him in for a small kiss on his cheek, “I like you too” you said happily. It was the start of something new, “I do gotta say though, I’m a lucky fan” he added winking at you. 

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