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Like Mother, Like Daughter (Damon Salvatore x Reader)

Warnings: NON-CON, compulsion, blood, mentions of MURDER, abusive relationship, secret relationship, non canon ages

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summary: You never imagined that you would find solace in the bloodstained hands of a murderer.

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“What is that?”

Elena’s concerned tone reached your ears as you worked on your assignment, and you curiously lifted your head. This semester was kicking your ass more than you’d anticipated, so you were hellbent on finishing as many assignments as quickly as possible. You paused your scribbling to follow her line of sight, and your own gaze landed on the dark bruise on your arm.

You blinked at it, silent for a moment before the memory came back to you.

“Oh,” you breathed, shaking your head. “I wasn’t paying attention the other day and my arm got slammed in the door.”

You waved off her concern, reluctantly looking back down at the paper in front of you.

“I was trying to rush and carry a load of laundry in the door.”

The brunette didn’t respond to that, just humming, and you got the feeling that she was skeptical.

“You should probably put something on that…”

You looked up at her, meeting her eyes with a soft smile.

“Okay, mom, I will,” you chuckled.

You were a year older than Elena—a year older than most of your friends actually—but Elena always acted like she was the one older than you. Calling every day to see how school was going, reminding you to eat something when you got too invested in your work, telling you to bring a jacket whenever you went out with them. You loved her for it, especially since your own mom wasn’t around to do that, but sometimes you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Make fun of me all you want, but it just looks serious is all,” she told you.

“I told you, it’s nothing,” you replied, sending her a reassuring smile. “It’ll be gone by next week, anyway.”

Before she could say anything else on the matter, her doorbell rang. Your smile grew as her face lit up, and you shook your head to yourself. You weren’t going to fault her for being so head over heels for Stefan Salvatore. He was handsome and sweet and the kind of boyfriend that any girl would ask for.

“Do you want anything from The Grill?” she asked you, sliding her arms into her jacket as she stood.

“No, thank you.”

You only spared her a brief glance, eager to finish your work as you heard her answer the door. Her excited greeting was cut short, however, and you lifted her head at her sigh. You couldn’t make out what she was saying, but the irritated tone wasn’t hard to miss, and you were unsurprised when a familiar dark-haired man rounded the corner, food dish in hand.

Now, it was your turn for your face to light up, unable to bite back the smile that fell over your lips.

Damon Salvatore struck you as one of the prettiest men you’d ever seen from the first moment he’d breezed into town. He was the opposite of Stefan in almost every way, and you hadn’t blamed a single girl for momentarily losing her sense of self over the man. Looks aside, he was charming and funny and shockingly sweet when he wanted to be.

You wouldn’t be dating him otherwise.

As your train of thought shifted, you forced your smile to drop just in time for Stefan and Elena to round the corner. Damon could be difficult, you’d witnessed that yourself, and Elena, the girl who was like a sister to you, would never approve of you dating the oldest Salvatore. She swore he was the devil incarnate, but you thought that she worried too much.

The small smirk he threw you over their shoulders made your stomach twist.

“…and you just had to bring that by for the Founder’s Party today.”

Elena sounded less than enthused with his presence, halfheartedly telling him where he could set it. You kept your eyes on your homework, unable to ignore the tension in the air. You knew that he and Stefan didn’t get along, but you always felt like that was a sibling thing, something that Elena didn’t need to take on herself.

“He’s just not a good guy,” she’d told you one day when you asked about it, a look in her eyes that told you she wouldn’t be elaborating.

“Look, Damon, we really don’t have all day,” you heard Stefan breathe.

It was clear that they had no intention of leaving while Damon was still here, and you kept your head down.

“You two lovebirds go on ahead,” he told them, tone mirthful. “I need to talk to dear old Aunt Jenna about the Founder’s Party.”

You heard him take a bite of something Jenna had cooked earlier, the leftovers on the stove, and when you glanced up again, it was just in time to see Elena glance at you. She didn’t look the most enthused to just ‘go on ahead’, and her and Stefan exchanged a look.

“Alright… Y/N, you’re almost done, right?”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, knowing that she just wanted to confirm you’d be leaving soon. Or more importantly, that you wouldn’t be in Damon’s presence for long.

“Yeah,” you reassured her. “Just two more essay questions to go.”

She nodded at that, glancing at Stefan’s brother one last time before reluctantly leaving. Stefan did the same, telling you they’d see you later before they both left. You straightened, heart skipping a beat as you smiled. You opened your mouth to speak when Damon held a finger up, slowly chewing with a tilt of his head, almost like he was listening…waiting.

“God,” he dramatically dragged out after some time. “I thought they’d never leave.”

You couldn’t hold in your chuckle, and you watched him as he slowly made his way to the table.

“You like riling them up,” you accused.

“Me?” he wondered, touching his chest as he neared you. “…and why would I ever do a thing like that?”

Damon bent over you, slowly and torturously, before his nose touched yours. Your grin widened just as his lip brushed yours, a kiss soon to follow. His fingers brushed your own as he rested his hand on the table, and your lashes fluttered when he deepened the kiss. You’d only been seeing Damon for a few months, but oddly enough, it felt like forever.

It scared you sometimes how strong your feelings were for the oldest Salvatore brother.

They seemingly came out of nowhere.

“Sill choosing collegiate duties over me?” he murmured into your mouth, and you pulled away.

“I have to get this done,” you sadly told him. “I only have the weekend to do it, and a good four hours of that is spent driving home and then back to school.”

You returned your eyes to the paper in front of you just as you felt Damon’s finger trail across your neck.

“I thought you needed to speak with Jenna about the party,” you murmured, a smile on your lips.

“I lied,” he whispered, lips grazing your ear. “You’re way too smart for college if you ask me. Highly overrated.”

You blinked up at him with a frown as he made himself comfortable on the edge of the table.

“You went to college?”

There was some disbelief in your voice, and for good reason, it seemed.

“I’ve been on a college campus, yes,” he answered, arms crossed over his chest.

You couldn’t hold in a laugh at that.

“I’m serious. You have to drive back and forth every weekend just to see me, and I don’t like it.”

There was little humor in Damon’s voice, now, and you gave him a small frown.

“That’s not always true,” you argued. “Sometimes you come to see me.”

He didn’t join in when you chuckled at your bad attempt at humor, and your brows knitted together at the feel of his hand on the place where your neck and shoulder met. He gently kneaded into the skin there, and you slowly looked up at him again. Damon’s expression was serious, pink lips pressed together as he looked between your eyes.

“I miss you when you’re away…”

Guilt ate at you.

“I know,” you whispered. “I miss you too.”

Damon’s tongue darted between his lips, and you watched as he tilted his head to the side, regarding you with a look you couldn’t place. The air between you felt odd…off, and Damon heaved a sigh before leaning in to press his lips to your forehead.

“You’re kidding, right?”

You softly exhaled, pointedly keeping your eyes on your suitcase as you unpacked. You made the mistake of glancing up, meeting Bonnie’s worried gaze as she sat on your bed before her eyes flickered up to Elena over your shoulder.

“I really don’t want to talk about this, okay?”

“You come back to Mystic Falls in the middle of the week unannounced, and when we ask what’s up, you say you’re dropping out of college…and we’re not supposed to question that?”

Elena sounded beside herself, and you ignored them both as you moved to hang some clothes up.

“Y/N!”

“What do you want me to say?” you wondered, facing them both with a frown, throwing your hands up. “It just didn’t feel right, okay? The campus, my major, all of it. I just didn’t feel right being there.”

You noted how robotic your words came out, but it was the truth.

“Plus, the driving back and forth was getting to be too much. I missed being home all the time.”

“Maybe you’re just going through a rough patch,” Bonnie told you. “It happens, but that’s no reason to drop out.”

“I already did,” you argued, grabbing more stuff out of your suitcase. “It’s done.”

Fed up, the straight-haired girl made her way over to you. She roughly grabbed your hands, halting your movements as she forced you to face her. Elena’s eyes were wide and confused as she looked at you, as if trying to see inside of your mind.

As if she didn’t believe you.

“You hear how crazy this sounds, don’t you? This isn’t like you!”

You pulled your hands out of her grip, huffing and continuing to unpack. You could feel both of their eyes on you, and it was hard to ignore, you had to admit.

“What does your dad think about this?”

You hesitated, pausing in your efforts, and you bit your lip.

“I haven’t told him,” you slowly admitted.

“Since when do you hide anything from him?” Bonnie whispered. “You tell your dad everything.”

“Well, I didn’t tell him this,” you heard yourself snapping.

Silence filled the room again as you went back and forth between your suitcase and the closet, taking clothes out and hanging them up. You could tell that Bonnie and Elena were beside themselves, unsure of how else to proceed with this sudden development. You were only glad that Caroline wasn’t here, positive that you would never hear the end of it.

You were halfway to your closet when Elena stopped you again, her hand on your wrist.

You turned to look at her, but her gaze wasn’t on you. At least, not on your face. Her brown eyes were focused on your wrist, and you looked down, frowning in confusion as to what she was looking at. Her lips parted, a deep frown on her face as she blinked at your wrist. When she lifted her gaze again, there was something in her eyes that alarmed you. She looked almost…worried.

“Where is your bracelet?”

That was the last thing you’d expected, and the question threw you.

“What?”

“Your bracelet. The bracelet I gave you a year ago. The one you promised you’d never take off, where is it?”

You wracked your brain, struggling to remember the last time you saw it. You’d worn it so much that the mere sight of it was inconsequential to you, something you just happened to run your eyes over every day. You hadn’t even realized that it was gone, and you realized that it’d actually been months since you at least remembered looking at it, let alone wearing it.

“I must have…lost it somewhere,” you admitted. “It’s either here or back in my dorm, I don’t know. I have to go back tomorrow to get the rest of my stuff, so I’ll look for it then.”

Elena looked like she wanted to say more, her features pinched in concern, and you went back to unpacking before she could say anything more. You hoped that you’d gotten your point across that the school discussion was over, relieved when they didn’t press the issue further. You’d hear enough lecturing from your dad, you didn’t need it from your friends either.

Damon was the only one happy for you.

“If it didn’t feel right, it didn’t feel right,” he agreed hours later.

Your dad had long gone to bed in anger and confusion, reacting just as you expected he would. You hadn’t hesitated to invite Damon inside when he showed up at your house, leading him upstairs. His hands massaging into your shoulders as you told him you weren’t going back.

“You were right. The going back and forth was exhausting, and seeing you for a few hours every week just wasn’t cutting it.”

Damon’s hand was rubbing patterns into your lower back as he lounged across your bed. You sat on the edge, staring at the window.

“It really wasn’t,” the dark-haired man drawled. “…but now…”

He dragged the word out, pulling you back until you were lying down next to him.

“I can have you all to myself.”

Your back met the bed, and Damon raised himself on an elbow to gaze down at you. You smiled at the thought, Damon slowly returning it with a small curve of his own lips. He ran his blue eyes over you, drinking you in as one hand came up to drag a finger across your mouth. He pulled down on your bottom lip, and you knew what he wanted, parting them for him, and you watched the way his eyes dilated at the sight of the tip of his finger slipping inside.

The look on his face had heat twisting deep within your gut, and Damon deeply inhaled before leaning in. His tongue replaced his finger when his mouth met yours, lips moving against yours in a way that made your head spin and toes curl. Damon’s hands found a home on your waist, fingers pressing into you as he dragged them down your frame.

“You smell so good, you know that?” he murmured against your lips.

He rested perfectly between your legs, and you parted them further to accommodate him. He made a humming sound, like he liked that, and your fingers threaded through his dark strands. Your lips parted when his mouth found a place on your neck, leaving kisses over your skin. You were an adult, now, but having sex in your childhood home with your dad right down the hall was pretty bold…and disrespectful.

“Damon,” you breathlessly murmured.

He gently shushed you, leaning back until his nose brushed yours. Your lashes fluttered, and you swallowed as one of his hands rested on your cheek. His blue gaze held yours, and after some time, it was like that was all you could see. Blue filled your vision…until it didn’t, replaced by black, and your whole body sagged underneath his, more relaxed than you’d ever been. Every single thought in your head was put on halt, taking the backburner with one thought above all else.

You wanted to feel every single part of Damon against you.

The thought guided your movements, a drive within you now to get his shirt off. When he kissed you again, you were the one to deepen it, pressing your fingers against his smooth skin. When your shorts came off, Damon rolled you both until you were on top of him. You were breathless when he pulled your shirt off, and he was quick to pull you back down into a kiss once it was.

A low moan escaped your lips when he pressed open mouth kisses to your neck, forcing your head. Your hand wrapped around his wrist, fingers brushing along his skin as his other hand rested on your hip, rolling them against his. Your heart was racing, blood pumping, and you flinched at the sharp pain you felt in your neck.

Liquid fire coursed through your veins soon after, and you could feel yourself trembling on top of him. His fingers pressed into the back of your neck, and your other hand rested on the one on your hip. It was like a current traveling up your body, steadily moving to one place, and when Damon rolled you both back over, you couldn’t get him inside of you fast enough.

You didn’t even mourn the loss of your underwear.

Your back arched when Damon’s hips connected with yours, his cock fitted snuggly inside of you. The soles of your feet pressed into the bed as he lifted your lower half, holding you tight enough to bruise as he pulled out before thrusting back into you. Your hands reached up towards your headboard, nails scraping along the wood while Damon fucked you.

Your neck was on fire, but you paid it no mind, too preoccupied with the fire between your legs instead. You didn’t think you’d ever get tired of the way Damon fucked you, moving your body whichever way he pleased, whichever way suited him and his needs. He treated you like a ragdoll, and you loved it, welcoming the pain and the pleasure.

One of his hands curled around your neck, and you gasped, grasping onto his arm as he leaned his head down. A pinch on your chest, and then you were floating again. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer if that were possible. Damon groaned into your skin, and one of your hands lowered to his hair, twisting your fingers in his locks and holding him to you.

“Damon,” you sighed.

You felt so stretched when he was inside of you, so full, and the feel was addicting. Your hips were lowered back down to the bed, Damon’s teeth still in you, and his hands danced up your frame and to your arms. He grabbed onto them, stretching them out along your bed, fingers dancing over your skin before meeting your own hands, intertwining them with yours.

You were so glad that you didn’t have class in the morning.

The feel of the heated mug warmed your hands, fighting off the biting cold that threatened to overtake you. Caroline’s chatter was a comforting buzz in your ear, but it was background noise at most. Your gaze was focused on nothing, staring ahead with your mind a million miles away. The scarf around your neck was soft, and you absentmindedly reached up to touch it.

“Are you listening?”

It took you a moment to realize that she was talking to you, and you blinked. You looked around, noting that three familiar pairs of eyes were all on you. Guiltily, you frowned, realizing that you had in fact not been paying attention. Caroline looked slightly irritated while Bonnie was staring at you in concern. Elena’s countenance was no different.

“What?” you eventually said.

“Sleepover…at Elena’s…Bonnie’s birthday…?”

You blinked in shock, in disbelief that the date was fast approaching, and you’d forgotten.

“Right, I’m sorry, yeah. I’ll bring the cupcakes,” you told them.

“Are you okay?” Caroline suddenly asked, concern bleeding into her own eyes, now. “You just seem so off lately.”

You looked down at that, no need to look up and confirm that Bonnie and Elena were no doubt in agreement. Ever since you’d dropped out of college, they’d been crowding around you more than usual. Trying to drop by every day—something you almost always had to refuse due to Damon’s presence right upstairs—inviting you along with every outing and even subtly bringing school up in the conversation.

“Yeah,” you eventually told her. “Just tired.”

It wasn’t a complete lie. You were tired, you had been pretty often lately, lasting for a day or two at a time before you felt normal again. Caroline seemed to accept that, nodding with a furrow between her brows just as Elena reached into her purse.

“Hey, since you never found your bracelet, I decided to get you a new one…”

You frowned at both her words and the sight of her placing a small jewelry box on the table. Your heart sank at the sight, and you were shaking your head before she finished talking.

“I don’t want anymore jewelry,” you told her to which she frowned.

Elena studied you, tilting her head.

“…but I’m replacing your bracelet.”

She said it slowly, like your words confused her as much as they confused you. You loved jewelry. All of your friends knew that about you, but as you stared at the box, there was a pressing thought in your mind that you didn’t want any more jewelry.

Especially from Elena.

“Thanks, but no thanks.”

Your phone vibrated in your pocket before anything else could be said, and you looked down at it. A smile graced your face as you read the text, and you carefully started to grab your things.

“I actually have to go,” you told them, gaze resting on Elena. “I appreciate the gift though.”

You were unsurprised when footsteps were quick to echo yours on your way to the door. A familiar voice calling your name gave you pause, and you turned to face Elena, gaze questioning. Her eyes were full of so many things she wanted to say, but she looked like she didn’t even know where to start.

“What’s going on with you?”

You slowly shook your head.

“I don’t follow…”

She rolled her eyes, head tilted.

“You dropped out of college, you barely spend time with us —and when you do you’re barely here—and you’re always running off at a moment’s notice. Now, you won’t even take the bracelet I’m trying to give you? That bracelet was really important-.”

“I know, and I’m sorry I lost it-.”

“No, you don’t get it,” she sighed. “It’s not about you losing it. It’s just really important that you wear it.”

“Why?” you wondered, and that seemed to have stumped her.

Elena ran her hands through her hair, blowing out a breath before coming up short. Her dark eyes lingered on the scarf around your neck, and she stared at it for what felt like too long. Unsure as to what was happening, you turned towards the door.

“Look, if that’s it, I really have to go-.”

“Is that new?”

She was referring to your scarf, and without thinking, you clutched it, tightening it around your throat.

“No,” you told her. “I’ve had it for a while, now. I’ve just never…”

You trailed off when she moved closer, a deep frown on her face as she leaned in.

“What are you doing?”

She paused at your tone, eyes boring into your own, and something passed through her eyes that made you take another step back.

“Take it off,” she suddenly said, voice but a whisper.

“No,” you told her. “I can’t.”

Your words gave her pause, and her eyes widened slightly at what you said specifically. Her hand lowered, and she ran her eyes over you.

“Why not…?”

Now, it was your turn to pause, mind going a mile a minute as you realized…you didn’t know why not.

“I…don’t know. I just know I can’t take it off,” you whispered.

She looked stricken at your words, although you didn’t understand why, and you watched her swallow.

“Y/N, don’t-.”

“I have to go, Elena,” you hurried out, pushing against her hands as she tried to stop you.

You were quick in making your way to your car, not sparing her a backwards glance as you hopped in. Damon’s text was fresh in your mind when you started the vehicle, not wanting to keep him waiting.

You stared into the foggy mirror, eyes roaming over the bite marks on your skin. Damon was just stepping out of the shower behind you, and you paid him no mind, fingers lightly tracing the bruising. Deep within the recesses of your mind, you knew that this was wrong, that the sight before you was very wrong, but you felt nothing less than calm as Damon came up behind you.

“What’ya doing?” he wondered, almost singing the question as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Looking,” you murmured.

“Well, stop that,” he lightly demanded, gently brushing your hand aside.

Damon leaned his chin on your shoulder, humming as he looked at you in the reflection.

“They healed fast before…right?” you softly asked, knowing they had before.

“I gave you my blood before,” was his answer, and you nodded. “I like seeing them.”

Your eyes met his in the reflection as his confession reached your ears. Now, it was his turn to brush his fingers over them, blue eyes darkening the longer he stared at the bite marks and bruises.

“It’s like a mark, you know?” he said in a small voice. “My mark.”

He turned his head, pressing his lips to your neck.

“I really hate sneaking around in your house, you know.”

You frowned at his words.

“Well, the alternative would be the boarding house…and you said I couldn’t tell anyone about us…”

You reminded him of that, turning around in his arms to face him. Damon blinked at the reminder, eyes rolling towards the ceiling as he thought hard.

“Hmm. I did say that, didn’t I?”

He pursed his lips, stroking your face and drinking you in. You couldn’t take your eyes off of his face, enjoying the sight of it and him. Damon seemed to notice, smirking to himself as he leaned in to gently kiss you.

“Yeah, well…that was before, and now you’re mine and you’re not in college anymore, so you can come and live with me.”

His tone was chipper despite the severity of what he was suggesting, and your eyes widened.

“My dad would kill me,” you breathed.

Damon exhaled, a small smile on his pink lips as his hands came down on your bare shoulders. He traced patterns into your skin with his thumbs, and you felt yourself relaxing as you held his gaze.

“You leave your dad to me…okay?”

You slowly nodded, not quite sure why you were agreeing. You were so young, and Damon and you were too new to be moving in together. It seemed insane, but you felt okay with the decision as he brushed his fingers over your face.

“I just worry about him,” you confessed. “Ever since my mom’s death… He’s just always so alone.”

Damon frowned at you at that, blue gaze sympathetic,

“It’s been what…? Twelve years now?”

You didn’t recall ever telling him how long it had been, but you nodded, anyway, heart clenching at the faint memories of a woman you barely got to know. His arms were secure around you as he assured you that everything would be alright. You didn’t doubt that. After all, when it came to Damon, you had perfect love and perfect trust.

Damon had breezed into your life like the wind, and now you couldn’t imagine a life without him. You knew that Elena—none of your friends really—would approve, and you were wholly prepared to never hear the end of it once you moved in together. They would freak out, but Damon had never been anything but good to you.

He never hurt you when he bit you, and the bruises were only from him holding you too tight in bed. He’d been right to suggest dropping out of college. It had been taking up so much time, and you really did hate going back and forth. Something in the far back of your mind was telling you that Damon having so much control over you and your life was wrong, but you couldn’t find it in you to care.

Especially when he kissed you so passionately and held you so tightly.

Damon touched you like he didn’t ever want to let you go, and you loved it. You loved the feel of his lips on your skin, of his fingers around your ankles, and of his teeth in you. You couldn’t help but to trace the veins that appeared beneath his eyes at the very thought of tasting you. Nothing made you happier than letting him sink his teeth into your thigh while you writhed on your bed, fingers tightly twisting into his dark strands.

There was something entirely other about being a source of satisfaction for Damon in more ways than one.

It was why you weren’t listening to a word Elena said as you packed up your car.

“He is compelling you,” she stressed, eyes wide and tearful. “I don’t know how I didn’t see it before.”

“Elena, please…”

“You would never just drop out of school! Did he give you that bruise too? The one on your arm?”

“Leave it alone,” you told her, slamming your door closed.

She prevented you from rounding the car, hand tight on your arm. Elena looked terrified as she studied you, taking in the circles beneath your eyes no doubt.

“How long?”

She seemed to be wondering to herself rather than talking to you.

“How long since you ‘lost’ that bracelet? How long since you haven’t been wearing vervain and Damon’s been feeding off of you-?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You pushed past her, sliding into the driver’s seat.

“No,” she argued, trying to pull you out of the car. “Y/N, you can’t. Let me call Stefan, and he’ll make you remember everything-.”

Her words were cut off with a loud gasp, and you sharply inhaled too. A familiar back was before you, Damon standing between you both, and you looked around his shoulder, watching as Elena took a few steps back. Her entire visage was clouded in anger, and she looked at Damon like he was the devil himself.

“What have you done to her?”

Damon tilted his head with a happy hum, reaching back to rest his hand on your waist. He half turned towards you, guiding you to get back in the car. You met Elena’s worried gaze, and she looked like she wanted to take a step towards you.

“What I do with Y/N is, quite frankly, none of your business.”

“Damon…”

He paused at the sound of your voice, briefly turning to look at you with a waggle of his brows.

“It’s alright,” he told you, briefly touching your chin. “I’m just politely telling Elena that our sordid love affair doesn’t involve her or Stefan or anyone else for that matter.”

“This isn’t love! You’re hurting her and keeping her with you against her will,” she spat at him. “What is wrong with you, Damon? Why…? Why her when she’s done nothing to you?”

You grew nervous when Damon grew silent. He took a few steps towards Elena, and when he spoke, his voice was cold, venomous, nothing at all like how he sounded with you in the privacy of your bedroom.

“I wanted her…and so I took her,” he plainly told your friend, and you frowned. “Diagnose me as a killer returning to the scene of the crime or a lovesick fool, pick your poison, but she is mine, and I’ll be damned if I give her up.”

Something about what he said—or how he said it—had Elena’s lips parting, and she stumbled back, looking between you and him in horror. Before either of you could blink though, Damon had closed your door and was already sitting in your passenger seat. Elena was banging on the locked door as he told you to drive, and gazing into his eyes, you were overcome with the urge to do what he suggested.

You slid down onto his cock again, a moan escaping you as Damon’s arms circled your waist. Blood ran down your torso, excess escaping Damon’s mouth as his teeth pressed into your chest. One of his hands came up to smear it along your skin, loving the feel of it against his own skin. You felt like you were floating on cloud 9, fingers tightening in his hair, your other hand pressing into his shoulder.

You hadn’t left Damon’s room in days, having no desire to. All you wanted was to stay in his bed, and Damon was all too happy to let you. Your phone had long been out of sight, none the wiser to any calls and texts you might’ve missed. You didn’t know what Damon said to your dad to make him over the moon with the idea of you moving in with the older Salvatore brother, but you were beyond grateful.

If any of your friends had ever come by, you didn’t know.

You were in your own world with just you and Damon, and you couldn’t be happier. When you came around him, shuddering with broken moans escaping, Damon finally pulled his head away. His lips were covered in blood, and before where the sight of it used to make your stomach turn, you felt no ill will at the red along his lips. You touched his mouth, fascinated by the sight.

He opened his mouth, and when a sharp tooth pricked your finger, fresh blood touching his tongue, he flipped you.

Your chest arched upwards towards the ceiling, nails clawing at the sheets of the feel of him thrusting into you again. His teeth were in your neck, pinning you between him and the bed, and you couldn’t hold in your mewls.

“You taste…divine,” he breathed sloppily kissing you. “Do you know that?”

You weren’t bothered by the taste of blood in your mouth, always so calm and at ease in Damon’s presence. As he lazily plunged his cock into you, thrusts slow and languid, a thought passed through your mind that you couldn’t help but to voice.

“Are you… Are you going to kill me one day?”

You knew what he’d told Elena, and the thought didn’t scare you, but your curiosity got the better of you.

“Kill you?” he lowly wondered, kissing you again. “…and ruin all my fun?”

He smiled into your lips, and you returned it.

“I meant what I said,” he told you, gazing into your eyes. “You’re mine, and I’ll be damned if I give you up.”

That reassured you, and you relaxed beneath him when another question plagued your thoughts. It must’ve been all over your face because Damon brushed his nose against yours.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he whispered, and you searched his eyes.

“When you said…”

You took a deep breath, confusion plaguing your thoughts as you fought to understand his words on your own.

“When you said…a killer returning to the scene of the crime…” Damon took a deep breath. “What did that mean?”

Damon didn’t answer you for what felt like a long time, and at first, you thought he simply wouldn’t. When he moved, you hissed at the feel, and he slowly grabbed your hands, pinning them beside your head. Damon gazed into your eyes, blue turning to black as it filled your vision, and you were completely frozen beneath him, feeling like you were under a spell.

“Twelve years ago…” he slowly started. “I ran into a woman whose car broke down on the side of the road.”

Somehow, you knew what he was going to say, and to your surprise, your heart wasn’t threatening to leap from your chest. You felt so calm, safe beneath him despite the tears that kissed your eyes.

“I killed her, and it meant nothing to me…”

You didn’t blink, and neither did he.

“…but then I came here twelve years later, and I never expected to meet her daughter…and call it guilt or some twisted desire to be a demented monster, but I want you all to myself.”

His hands tightened on your wrists.

“…and you want me too. You love me, and you have never felt safer than when you’re with me.”

“I always feel safe with you,” you mindlessly murmured, your voice sounding foreign to you.

“You love me.”

“I love you.”

“…and you would kill yourself before ever letting anyone take you away from me.”

His deep baritone settled in your brain like a warm hug, and you slowly nodded. Learning that Damon killed your mom should’ve terrified you, but he was right. You never felt safer than when you were with Damon, and when he leaned in to kiss you, his lips covering yours, you welcomed it. He slowly let your hands go, and you didn’t hesitate to wrap them around his neck, holding him close.

Your blood was on his lips, and the sight warmed your heart, happy to make Damon happy.

[wholoveseggs]

~Series♡~ {<- masterlist}

18+

Smut ~ Violence ~ Fluff ~ Angst

~Warmth

Part One {5k} ♡♡♡ --- It's your wedding day, but it feels more like being sold off than a celebration. You're about to marry into the most powerful family in history, but it's not by choice—it's all politics. All you can do is hope that the guy waiting for you at the altar is decent and that somehow, you'll survive whatever comes after "I do." Part Two {6k} ♡♡ --- Its day two of your unexpected honeymoon, as trust begins to blossom, the question lingers—will he exceed your expectations or leave you longing for more? Part Three {8k} ♡♡♡ --- Back in the vibrant streets of New Orleans, relishing in your newfound freedom. Life takes an unexpected turn as the shadows of your past life loom large, pulling you back into the life you just escaped. Yet, amidst the haunting echoes, you find strength in a partner who is ready to go to any lengths for you.

~Extraordinary

Part One {5k} ♡♡ --- Just a quick little ménage à trois with the boys. Part Two {7k} ♡♡ --- Just a quick little ménage à trois with the boys... but its round two. Part Three {8.5k} {Holiday Special} ♡♡♡ --- Just a quick little ménage à trois with the boys... but its round three & under the mistletoe.

~Indulgences

Part One {3k} ♡♡ --- Elijah's red door is cracked open and his heart broken, so naturally Klaus takes him to a strip club to cheer him up. Part Two {3.5k} ♡♡ --- Elijah returns to the club, seeking solace in the dimly lit corners. You navigate the allure of his wealth and charm while trapped in the grip of your possessive boyfriend. Part Three {5.5k} ♡♡♡ --- As your relationship with Elijah deepens, conflict arises and you are put in an impossible situation. Part Four {7k} ♡♡♡ --- In the aftermath of violence, you forge new connections and leave behind all the pain that has plagued you for so long.

~Pop Quiz

Part One {7k} ♡♡ --- How can you possibly pay attention in history class when your professor is that hot? Let's hope you don't fail your exam...

Part Two {9.5k} ♡♡♡ --- Its been a few weeks since you last saw your professor, and you are feeling insecure about the nature of your relationship. You decide to make a grand gesture to capture his attention. Hopefully it doesn't blow up in your face...

~Mine

Part One {5k} ♡ --- A drunken hookup with Klaus complicates your friendship with Elijah, leading to an awkward morning after. Part Two {5k} ♡♡♡ --- Rebekah talks some sense into you and you aim to repair your relationship with Elijah.

~Crimson Frost

Part One {6k} ♡♡♡ --- You are to be wed to Niklaus of the Mikaelson clan, but when tragedy strikes and blood is shed in the snowy night, the true strength of family bonds and the power of love are put to the ultimate test.

Part Two {5.5k} ♡♡ --- After the raid on your village you are separated from your little sister and your betrothed Niklaus, not knowing if they are alive or dead. Holed up in a hut with Elijah during a raging snowstorm, you train and prepare to hunt down the Blackthornes. Meanwhile, Niklaus, Kol and Rebekah have found safe haven in a nearby village, the leader Ansel provides all he can.

Part Three {6k} ♡♡♡♡ --- Things heat up between you and Elijah as you prepare to rescue Gerda and Henrik. In the pursuit of your sister things get bloody and an unexpected warrior comes to your aid.

Part Four {5.5k} ♡♡♡ --- Your reunion with Nikaus and Elijah doesn't go as planned and betrayals are revealed. Threatening the peace and safety you fought so hard for.

Part Five {8.5k} ♡♡♡ --- As you prepare for your wedding, secrets come to the surface and your future hangs in the balance.

~Rules

Part One {2k} ♡♡ --- As the little sister of the Salvatores, trouble always finds you. Whether it's from a vampire, werewolf or an original, you are always at the center of it. When the mysterious villain Elijah comes to Mystic Falls, everyone is trying to stop him from hurting Elena. But you? You might be falling in love...

Part Two {4k} ♡♡ --- Its a beautiful day in Mystic Falls, so you decide to put on your favorite dress and grab a drink. Hoping to attract a man {or two} to satisfy your appetites.

Part Three {6k} ♡♡♡ --- You head over to Elijah's place, ready to have a fun night together. But when you

Part Four {6.4k} ♡♡ --- Tonight is the night of the dinner party and tensions are running high. Caught between the love for your family and your own desires, things take a dramatic turn

Part Five {10.7k} ♡♡♡♡ --- It was never a good idea, falling in love with the enemy. But how were you supposed to know how it would all end up?

~The Gardener

Part One {2k} ♡♡♡ --- The relationship between witches and vampires has always been fraught with complexity— a toxic mix of power and revenge. Raised to preserve nature’s balance, you’ve been taught that vampires are a perversion of life itself. You have a duty and a purpose, to eliminate all vampires. You're willing to do whatever it takes to fulfill it, even if that means falling into bed with the enemy.

Part Two {2k} ♡♡♡ --- Your mission to seduce Elijah continues, and it's becoming harder and harder to separate your feelings for him from your duty. Your ancestors call out to you, warning of death and destruction, and tensions within the coven are high. Your time is running out, and you have to find the white oak ash, and soon.

Part Three {2k} ♡♡♡♡ --- You have fallen into a comfortable routine with Elijah, but the threat of war looms on the horizon. Will you betray him or will you follow your heart?

Part Four {2k} ♡♡♡♡ --- Things come to a head when you decide to confront the Mikaelsons, before your magic consumes you.

Moonlight {60k} ♡♡♡♡ --- As Emma navigates a life filled with abuse and darkness, a chance encounter with Klaus and Elijah, who she believes to be demons, sets in motion a tale of forbidden desires, ancient pacts, and the struggle between light and darkness. Will Emma succumb to the darkness or find liberation?

[starshipsofstarlord]

Brekkie

Summary -> Damon makes breakfasts for you with your daughter after he comforts her from a bad dream (1k)

Warnings -> fluff, mentions of Damon’s past and death, child abandonment

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Life as a vampire deprived those turned of many thugs, the greatest punishment for Damon being unable to have children. He had always thought when he was much younger that when he met a nice woman he would have the ability to settle down, and give her the greatest gift of all in the form of a child.

But when he met you, the blessing of a child had already fallen upon you prior to meeting Damon. It hurt him knowing that he could never be a father of his own, but without Tiff having a male parent in the picture, it gave Damon the opportunity to step up. He awoke from his heavenly slumber from being shaken restlessly on his bare shoulder by a small hand that was no doubt pining for his attention.

As his eyes peeled open, as expected he was met with the sight of Tiff. Her wide blue eyes were staring up at him, and if he had no recollection of his past, from a few attributes of her appearance he would have been convinced that she was his long lost daughter. "Tiffy, why are you up so early sweetie?"

In her presence, he felt like a whole new man. He forgot all the terrible things he had done as his sole focus was on her. "I couldn't sleep Damon..." Her voice was small and it trailed off into a silence that scared the man before her. It pained him to hear her minuscule heart having a rave in her chest, yet simultaneously he was comforted that she found solace in her sleepless state in him.

You remained comatised in the depths of your dreams as Dam0n helped Tiff up onto the bed, she laid between the both of you, hugging on of the pillows on the bed. "I get bad dreams sometimes too."" He confided in her, reaching to hold her hand with his own. She gripped it tightly, fearful as though Damon would disappear from beside her.

"What are they about? Your bad dreams I mean..." Tiff was a very inquisitive child, and was well educated in her speech for her age. He would never answer her question truthfully, there were far too many sins he had partaken in. There was guilt wrapped around the remainder of his soul like a parasite, and most things he had done were too violent to share. The little girl before him deserved to keep her innocence, she was a the purest light in his life, and he refused to corrupt her.

"Well Tiffy, when I was younger, so a really long time ago, me and my brother would play around the garden with a football. Neither him or my dad if he dared dirty his clothes never let me win. And I miss my mom, she wasn't in my life then, she left us... me." To know Lily hadn't died but in fact abandoned him and. Stefan only pained him furthermore, it had been her choice to leave him in the custody of his neglectful father.

"Oh. Mine was you left mommy and me, like my real daddy did." His heart ached from hearing her words. "You're kinda like my dad, aren't you? You're here protecting us, and you make the bad dreams go away. Do you think mommy's having a good or bad dream?" To think she saw him as a parent figure made Damon feel proud about his journey, he'd come such a long way and finally, he had everything that he had ever wanted.

In reply to her enquiry his eyes trailed past Tiff and rested on his beloved. Your face was rested peacefully atop of the pillow beneath your head, strands of hair laying softly on your cheek. It was a rare occasion that you weren’t unconsciously kicking him, but he guessed that your maternal instincts sensed that your daughter was between the two of you.

“A good dream.” He answered her, thinking about how perfect his life was in the moment. “But it’d be even better if we woke her up with some brekkie.” He insisted as he laid a kiss on Tiff’s hairline, helping her clamber off from the mattress gently, as to not awaken you prematurely. They trailed through the hallway and down the stairs to the kitchen, Damon picking Tiff up and sitting her on the countertop. “What do you think we should make, kid?”

“Pancakes!” The child exclaimed, and Damon had to remind her to be soft with her voice as you were still sleeping upstairs. Or so they thought… your bare feet had followed the route they had taken some moments later, and as they made use out of the frying pan, you watched the two of them from the doorway. A small part of you had wished they’d woken you up so that you could join them and teach them some culinary skills that would deplete the mess they had made around them, however the sight you had was everything.

The three of you were one big happy family. “And the two of you are making what exactly?” Halloween costumes would have been your first guess for when they spun around, the flour that they had used as an ingredient illuminated the high points of their faces. Tiff gave you a toothy smile as Damon blew you a kiss before returning to the pan that was hissing for his attention.

“We’re making pancakes, right daddy?” You froze, and Damon ignored that the cooking breakfast required a flip to its other side when the title escaped her mouth. She had never called Damon that before, but it justified Damon’s appearance of flour on his face and a towel slung over his shoulder. “Is that okay baby?” Damon asked you with uncertainty tied around his tongue.

You stood there, remembering all of the milestones and moments that Tiffany’s biological father had missed but Damon had been there for. She loved drives in his Camaro, he’d take her out for ice cream after he collected her from kindergarten thinking you didn’t know but you did. It was difficult to be against Damon being her ‘daddy’, because in all aspects he was. “It’s more than okay. But I don’t think the breakf- sorry, brekkie is; smells like it’s burning.”

[c0wb0yenthusiast]

Sun, sand and Graves

Phillip Graves x Fem!reader!

Summary : due to unexpected circumstances, you find yourself trapped in a sunny paradise with your colleague and begin to learn what he’s like outside of work.

Word count : 1.7k

A/N : Hey everybody! If this gets enough attention then I plan to make a part 2! Yearning part 3 will also begin to be made soon. I just wanna say I’m sorry for being so busy 😭 I hope this will help me get back into my writing schedule. All I can say now is I hope you enjoy the fic!

Never in a million years could you have thought of this scenario. You couldn’t picture you and your superior, Phillip Graves, curled up underneath an umbrella as you tried to find the most comfortable dips in the sand to rest each limb.

Never.

Although, it wasn't like you wanted to be here. Sure, the breeze blew gently onto your skin as the waves rolled up and down the shoreline lazily and it was definitely the most relaxing moment of your life.

Yet you couldn’t settle completely knowing why you were stuck in this sunny paradise.

"They what?", you remember looking up from the folder handed to you to meet his eyes .

To your surprise, they were glistening with ambition.

"Think of it as a happy little accident, doll.", he smiled, now taking it back from your hands and tossing it aside as he was clearly dealing with more important issues.

“We've got a couple of days to spend here, so why not make the most of it?"

"That is so unprofessional."

You couldn’t help it, after so many years of training and constant work you’d become a stickler to your usual schedule. You would’ve thought Graves would be the same.

"Well, you won't be telling Shepherd or those others now, will you?", Graves lowered his voice, leaning in slightly.

"I don't think you're giving me a choice here." you rolled your eyes playfully, turning on your heel to exit the safe house and find anything that was suitable for the weather.

-

Looking out onto the water from your towel, it was therapeutic.

Until you heard him shuffling in his spot right next to you.

"... Do you mind?"

"Not at all.", he let out a chuckle, looking up at you through his aviators.

Graves was only wearing shorts, propping himself up on his elbows to 'catch a tan' as he called it.

It felt unprofessional, but it didn't stop you from stealing glances at him every now and then.

"So... You go to the beach often?"

You turned to look at him, raising a brow at his sudden urge to talk to you after working under him for years.

"Yeah.. Every summer when I'm off of work."

"Nice, nice.. You go with friends or family?"

"Uhm.. Both? Not at the same time-"

You paused.

"Are you bored? Is that why you’re interrogating me?”

"What? Now why would you say that?”, he now sat up, staring at you with a pointed look.

"Why don't you go flirt with the locals? I'm busy.", you urged, fighting the temptation to shove him onto his feet and away from your solace.

"Because we should stay together."

You cocked a brow at his behaviour, "I'm sure you won't get lost in the crowd, it's not like I'm going anywhere.”

"Well then I'm not going anywhere either.", he announced indignantly.

"You're not really acting like my superior right now."

Laying back down onto your towel, you crossed your arms over your waist and tried to day dream. Anything that didn’t involve the man in front of you.

"I have a life when I'm not your superior, you know.", he was looking down at you from his awkward, sudden crouch.

A large grin was plastered on his face.

“Look, why don't we just get a drink? Cool down, relax and enjoy our time."

“Fine.”

You got up and sighed at your situation.

You never thought you would be standing on the beach, dressed in a bikini about to order possibly alcoholic beverages with your commander.

After slipping off the robe you'd been wearing, the breeze hit your stomach and upper thighs gently and you relaxed at the cool sensation.

"You done daydreaming over there?", he tilted his head, gesturing for you to follow him.

You groaned, holding onto your sunhat as the breeze attempted to blow if off of your head while you hurried along to catch up to his confident strides.

Graves stopped by the bar, leaning across the table and waiting with a smile for the bartender. Once they approached, he cleared his throat.

"Right.. Err, you speak English?", he clocked a brow at the bartender who nodded, clearly unimpressed.

"Can I get two of whatevers strongest?"

"Phillip?", you put a hand on his shoulder, making him suddenly turn and look up at you.

"Hm?"

He didn’t seem phased from your touch which was odd. The two of you didn’t interact like this very often.

"I'll just have a beer and I think you should too."

He sighed, looking back at the bartender still drying a glass.

"Can I just get two beers, please? Thanks."

"You see? Let's have something normal before we start seeing stars or something.", you laughed and took your bottle of beer.

“Sure- thank you!” He called to the bartender as he slid over some cash and walked beside you.

“I can’t wait to get this over with.”

“Why? This is a one in a lifetime opportunity.”

“It’s.. weird.”

You shrugged, sitting back down onto your towel and taking swigs of your beer every now and then.

He lowered himself down beside you, squatting as he looked around like a child in a candy store.

This must be paradise for him. Sun, sea and beautiful women everywhere you turned. Men are so typical.

“You’ll get over the feeling soon. Believe me, I’ve only had this happen once before and it wasn’t even that close to this.”

The two of you sat for awhile, making idle conversation in bits and pieces that were initiated by him. You were too busy listening to the waves crash against the nearby rocks. Graves took the hint and left you alone.

-

The door clicked shut and you both seemed to loosen up as you entered the safe house. It had been such a calm day that your senses were heightened; you were still tense and cautious deep down.

“Fun day, hm?” He smiled at you, instantly pulling off the vest he’d lazily put on before leaving the beach.

He walked over to his bed, allowing you to catch a glimpse of his toned back.

You didn’t want your eyes to travel. This wasn’t a holiday or some sort of fantasy.

They still managed to scan his broad shoulders and structured muscles, savouring every scar or imperfection scattered across his skin.

“I’m going to have a shower.” You blurted out, hastily making your escape before you started to examine the waistband of his shorts.

You shut the door behind you, locking it and turning the water on. It was loud and a good enough distraction for at least a second until you were getting flashes of the slight scar that traced his waist bone and curved around to his back.

It had only been a day and you were becoming an animal.

What was going on?

Stripping down quickly, you almost jumped into the welcoming stream of water. It felt good to wash all of the sand and sweat off.

Your hands trailed over your body, which prompted you to think about Graves. You hand on his shoulder.

He was firm, possessing a sense of solidity which made sense as your commander.

But as a man, it just made you feel weak in the knees.

You wondered how his hands felt. Maybe they were rough, calloused from work. Maybe they were cold; his fingertips spreading shivers across your skin as they tried to figure out any sensitive spots.

As you scrubbed gently over your skin, a sudden knock sent your arms crossed over your chest.

“What?!”, you called, a little angry for the interruption.

“How long? I need to shower too, you know.”

“When I’m finished!”

You huffed to yourself, now massaging soap into your hair. You really were losing it.

He still didn’t have the right to interrupt you though, it was getting good.

Sighing, you continued developing this daydream while you washed your hair.

You sometimes saw him ruffle some of his shadows’ hair in a show of appreciation. It was cute.

Now, you tried to envision his hands knotting through your hair. Fingers tangling around strands which sent shoots of pain to your scalp. Pain mixed with pleasure.

You rinsed your hair out, movement becoming much more sharper. You stopped when some small strands were pulled out and you shook them off, stopping the shower.

It was your warning to yourself to keep these thoughts private. Possibly just keep them as daydreams in the shower to stop you from feeling lonely. Sometimes work was tough, you deserved the break.

Even if that meant imagining getting intimate with your colleague.

It’s fine, it’s not like he’d ever find out.

As you wrapped as towel around your body, you unlocked the door to find him standing outside with his arms crossed over his chest.

“You’re awfully impatient.” You commented, smirking a little at his glare.

“Sure, but I know you’d do the same.” He grinned back, poking your chest and immediately darting into the bathroom. The door clicked shut and you were left alone.

Did he just… poke you?

A tentative hand brushed over the spot that had just been touched.

It’s nothing. He probably didn’t think before acting.

You turn away and begin to put on some pajamas for the night. Soft and skimpy - a pair of thin, cotton shorts and a vest which hung loosely on your figure.

It was now the late afternoon.

Graves had finished his shower and you wanted to glue your face to your palms to prevent your eyes from gazing at his hips or happy trail. It was blonde.

You only knew that because his hair was blonde. Nothing more.

“You don’t fancy going out tonight?”

Your brows furrowed. That was out of line.

“I’m getting rest. Something that is rare when working for the Shadow corporation.”

You rolled on your side and now shuffled in your bed, trying to get comfortable.

“Hit a nerve there…” he sighed, sitting opposite you on his bed before continuing.

“Well, you can’t be tired already.”

“Maybe I am.”

“Alright, alright… I’ll leave you be.”, Graves pulled himself up, walking over to the little desk situated in the room. He fell back into the chair and whistled.

He was bored and you knew it.

You shot up from your bed, glaring at him.

He won this time.

“Fine! We can go out. Let me get changed…” you muttered, snatching your clothes and retreating to the bathroom after your bitter defeat.

He may or may not have whistled a celebratory tune as you passed by.

[aphroditelovesu]

❝𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙇𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙄𝙄 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏❞

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[uroboros-if]

Hi! So, I love your game, but I have a big "issue"...

I still don't know if I should go for Salvatore of Ciocana, to be fair...

I love both characters equally, and both are tropes I love in different way - with Salvatore, it would be a golden child + outcast story, while with Ciocana it would be the idea of two outcast finding solace in each other. I adore both of these!

And so I'm curious... do you have a sort of... "general mood" or "few descriptive words" you could share about each RO's path without spoiling too much? Maybe it would help me decide!

And yeah, "replays" is sadly not a possibility for me, since I'm the kind of person who in 99% of games can't play multiple routes and try various romances - I feel like betraying and cheating on the first RO I've picked and other similar feelings. So I have to make the choice count!

Anyway, thanks!

Hi Konoi and Noir!! 💕 This also happens to me 🥲 part of the joy of IFs is playing through different scenarios, but I always feel sad pursuing another character!!

Your ask has inspired me to create a kind of "Which RO is for you?" Quiz, but I'm making it in interactive novel format, as I want to customize the results and questions better!

A preview! The design is not at all final, and the screenshot only shows one part of one RO's result. Ideally, it'll cover not just personalities, but also what tropes you enjoy and generally account for what you're looking for in a particular route! You'll also see multiple results if you want to see how you fare with multiple ROs, and what I recommend most out of all of them. I hope you'll like it ❤️

(This has been really fun for me and only takes a fraction of my brainpower to write, so rest assured that I'm allocating leisure time to this project!)

But for now, I'll answer your specific request under the read more!!

The tone and dynamics of Sal and Cio's route might differ dramatically based on how you play the story, so it's hard to pin down. All routes will be incredibly angsty, but it depends on if you take the Divine route (siding with gods) and Mortal route (siding with mortals). There may also be an in between route.

I use these terms loosely as I do not want to lock in the MC to one or the other, as doubting your beliefs and changing your mind should be part of the story! Alas, who knows if I can do that!

Sal, Divine route: sand through your fingers, broken clock, desperation and longing, comfort at the end of time

Sal, Mortal route: betrayal, searing sun, melting candle, you were supposed to be with me, redemption

Cio, Divine route: shadows of a doubt, giving up, darkness of the void, peace, coiling bitterness in your stomach

Cio, Mortal route: sacrifice, leave them, ichor in your veins, broken promise, gaping chasm, fallen angel

I'm not sure if that's in any way helpful, but I hope it gives you more direction! I hope what I'm making will give you even more guidance!! Thank you so much, Konoi and Noir 💕💕💕

[selmasemlan]

Epic encounters - A Marcel Gerard FanFic

Series master list

This is a story about a girl, who finds herself in a world filled with all sorts of powerful creatures. And while she's at it, she meets a prince trying to become a king. And their love would be known by all.

Pairing: Marcel Gerard x Luna Salvatore (OFC)

Univers: Crossover of The Vampire Diaries + Teen Wolf (+ very lightly Supernatural)

Author note: I'll try to put everything in chronological order of the story. This will include random moments in the lives of Luna and Marcel. It's a story about two individuals in love who grow together and separately as people. With some changes, the plot will follow the shows Teen Wolf and The Originals. There will be a lot of original (my own) plot.

If you guys have any requests for this series, let me know. I'm open to everything.

Warning: Elena bashing (never liked her, so won't even pretend here), angst, light Scott bashing (have a hate-love to him), softness of soft, series situations and conversations, PTSD, mental health, betrayal, mention of abuse and harassment.

Info about the universe

Info we have right now

Couples in Marcel x Luna Universe

The Story

Before season 3 of Teen Wolf and season 3 of The Vampire Diaries

Crash into something epic - The First Meeting

Summary: Stefan, facing his mortality, implores Damon to promise to spend the summer with Luna for her happiness. Reluctantly agreeing, Damon and Luna's journey to New Orleans unfolds, leading to an unexpected encounter with Marcel Gerard, marking the beginning of a potentially life-changing adventure.

Serendipity in the Crescent City

Summary: Marcel knows there is something between him and Luna, he just needs a chance.

Echoes of Love

Summary: Marcel asks Luna about her past before the Salvatores

Be mine

Summary: In the enchanting summer air of New Orleans, Marcel and Luna's deepening friendship blossoms into a romantic relationship when Marcel asks Luna to be his girlfriend

During Season 3 of Teen Wolf and Season 3 of The Vampire Diaries

The Bond That Isn't Broken

Summary: How is it that Klaus knows and respects Luna. You're about to find out.

Too Soon, But So Right

Summary: A night that almost leads to more, but those that wait, never wait too long

One call away

Summary: A video call between Luna and Marcel brings comfort and love, bridging the distance between them on a challenging day.

Introducing the partner to the brothers

Summary: Luna introduces Stiles and Isaac to Marcel

Shadows of Betrayal

Summary: Possessed by the Nogitsune, Luna unleashes a wave of dark energy against her friends, her vision blurred and actions twisted by a sinister force. In a moment of lucidity, she pleads for a way to stop the destruction, but Scott's harsh decision to knock her out leaves Isaac determined to save her, his heart heavy with sorrow and resolve.

Luna's Triumph Over Shadows

Summary: In a harrowing mental battle against the Nogitsune, Luna Salvatore confronts her deepest fears and emerges victorious, fortified by her inner strength and the unwavering support of her loved ones. Her resolve to face the future is strengthened, knowing she is no longer alone in her fight against the darkness.

During season 1 of The Originals, season 4 of Teen Wolf and a little of season 4 of The Vampire Diaries

In the Arms of New Orleans Part 2

Summary: Stefan and Rebekah rush Luna to Marcel's arms in New Orleans after a near-fatal attack, finding solace and protection in his embrace.

The Queen of New Orleans

Summary: As Elijah tries to make peace across the supernatural community of New Orleans, an important factor joins the game

Exes

Summary: In a cozy evening setting, Luna playfully prompts Marcel to share about his past relationships, leading to a heartfelt conversation where they both open up about their exes and reflect on the importance of trust and respect in their budding romance. Amidst candlelight and shared vulnerabilities, they deepen their bond and solidify their commitment to each other, finding solace and strength in their mutual honesty and connection.

During season 2 of The Originals

A trip to France

Summary: A trip to Paris with the troublesome trio, leaders to, you guessed it, trouble.

Moonlight Conversations

Summary: A conversation about the future shows us how much Marcel and Luna love each other.

During season 3 of The Originals

Reunited at Marcel's Loft

Summary: Luna and Marcel, reunited in the warmth of his loft after time apart, share a deeply emotional and intimate night, reaffirming their unbreakable bond through tender embraces, passionate kisses, and whispered declarations of love.

Dance of Shadows

Summary: The Strix has arrived, and Marcel and Luna face them together.

A Parents approval 

Summary: In the depths of the Mikaelson mansion, Luna's earnest defense of Marcel's loyalty leads to a rare moment of understanding and approval between Klaus and Marcel, ultimately strengthening their bond and affirming Luna's place in the family.

Promises Made

Summary: A tense evening unfolds as Luna's deep anxiety leads her to urge Marcel to take extreme precautions before a dangerous meeting, fearing for his safety and their future together.

Near death's door (Part 2 of Promises Made)

Summary: Luna's worst fears almost come true as she and Klaus face a terrifying moment of grief, but luck is still on their side

Random moments across the timeline

Playing Cupid - Damon x Bonnie

Summary: When your siblings decide to play cupid, but it doesn't go as planned

Playing Cupid 2

Summary: Over winter break, Luna, Stiles, and Isaac visit Mystic Falls and, while staying with Damon and Stefan Salvatore, they concoct humorous and heartfelt plans to bring Stefan and Rebekah together, navigating mishaps and comedic failures along the way, only to ultimately succeed in strengthening their bond.

Moonlight in New Orleans

Summary: Marcel and Luna share a tender, moonlit dance in his New Orleans loft, finding solace and reaffirming their love amidst the city's vibrant energy and their own recent turmoil.

4 moments Luna flinched

Summary: 4 moments where Luna shows how her trauma effects her in her everyday life

More coming soon.......

[occulthours]

what extracurriculars could you see bonnie and elena doing? i liked the one you did for hope and realized we rarely saw the tvd girls do school related things except from caroline.

Oooh I love this!

Bonnie

I'd keep the cheerleading for Bonnie. Kat is a trained dancer, and I know she'd devour any cheer routine thrown her way. In a similar sense, I would also have Bonnie join the dance team during basketball season. Junior/Senior year Bonnie would obviously be the captain and choreograph all of the teams routines. (Colorguard is another sport in the dance field that I could see Bonnie doing, but that would interfere with cheerleading.) Bonnie was said to be a lifeguard in s3, so the swim team is another sport that I could see her doing.

Often times when Bonnie was off-screen she was off traveling (Caroline and Elena thought she was on an across-the-state road trip in s5 and she went to Paris in s8) so she would definitely want to do a deep dive into other languages and cultures before traveling to them. Plus, as a witch having that knowledge would be beneficial to her as she comes across spells and rituals from other geographical locations.

Witches love nature and I've always headcanoned that Bonnie has an extremely extensive garden wherever she ends up making her permanent home, but starts off with a smaller version at Grams home. Learning about different plans and what they require to thrive, even from a human standpoint would interest her.

Bonnie was voted prom queen! She was clearly loved by her peers enough to beat out the other girls competing, so she had to be interacting with them quite often off-screen. A community service club would be the perfect chance for her to do that. As we've seen with the car wash in s1 and her Christmas donations to children with terminal illnesses in s7, Bonnie loves giving back to the community and goes out of her way to do so.

Elena

While Elena seemed to not have much interest in school-related stuff due to her depression after her parent's death, I'd like to think that she was able to get back into school outside of all the Salvatore/Doppelganger drama.

I wouldn't keep cheerleading for Elena. It didn't feel like she was as into it as Caroline and Bonnie were honestly. The two sports I could see Elena doing are track and combat/self-defense. Her training scenes with Alaric in s3 were some of my favorite Elena moments. She really felt in her element when she was boxing or had a crossbow in her hands. We also see her doing a lot of running during her training.

Elena, to me, is the most artsy TVDU girl aside from Hope. Writing club, literature club, yearbook, and photography are all things I think Elena would be into. I always imagine Elena finding solace in art after her parents die, and using it as an outlet. We already see her doing so with her journaling, but I can see her branching out into other art forms.

Thanks for the ask (sorry this took a month to get to lol)!

[hc-geralt-23]

Masterlist

I don't write smut. I will write for what ever person or character you would like just let me know who and give me a brief scenario and i will try my best to write it.

Feel Free to request. For any of the following and if you want one for anyone not posted let me know.

My main Fandom are Sam And Colby, Matt Smith, House of The Dragon, Henry Cavill, The Walking Dead, The last of us, Game Of Thrones, The Hobbit, Lord of the rings, The Vampire Diaries, Vikings, marvel, DC, Twilight, The Witcher, and The Last Kingdom.

House of the Dragon

Daemon Targeryan

A Kingdom of Our Own

Daemon Targeryan Love Story

Love Across The Houses

UPDATED VERSION Love Across The Houses

Dragon Riders: A Tale Of Forbidden Love

A Tale of Elven Love and Dragon's Flame

"Solace in an Embrace"

Aemond Targeryan

"Deceived by Love: The Tale of Prince Aemond and the Commoner Dragon Rider"

The Last Of Us

Joel Miller

Redemption's Embrace: A Last of Us Tale

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

 Eclipsed Hearts: A Tale of Redemption and Resilience. Second ending

Broken Promises

Chasing The Light

Love Amidst Harsh Truths

Red Dead Redemption 2

Arthur Morgan

Eternal Bonds

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

Damon Salvatore and Elena's Older Sister

The Messy Love Triangle of Stefan, Sarah, and Damon

Vikings

Ubbe Lothbrok

The Soulmate Dilemma

Bjorn Ironside

The Soulmate Dilemma

Ivar The Boneless

The Betrayal Of Ivar The Boneless

Love and Power colliding

Ragnarsons

Brother in Blood

Halfdan The Black

A Prince's Sacrifice for His Princess

King Harald Finehair

The Viking King and the Shieldmaiden: A Tale of Love, Courage, and Perseverance.

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

The Clumsy Love

No Questions Asked

Redemption's Trail Part 1 Part 2

Tormented Hearts Part 1 Part 2

Negan Smith

Tormented Hearts Part 1 Part 2

Sam And Colby

Colby Brock

Guardians of the Enchanted Grove

Twilight

Jasper Hale

The Hobbit

Marvel

DC

The Witcher

Geralt of rivia

Destined Bonds: The Dragon and The Witcher

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Epilogue

The Dragon and the Witcher: A Tale of Love and Destiny

Updated The Dragon And The Witcher: A Tale of Love and Destiny

The Last Kingdom

Again i don't write smut. I will write for what ever person or character you would like just let me know who and give me a brief scenario and i will try my best to write it.

[froottalks]

Unexpected Connection - Elena Gilbert x reader

Masterlist

The quaint town of Mystic Falls held more secrets than anyone could fathom. You found yourself drawn there, not knowing why, until fate brought you face-to-face with Elena Gilbert. The moment your eyes met, a spark of recognition passed between you, as if destiny had orchestrated this meeting.

Elena welcomed you into her circle of friends, introducing you to the enigmatic Salvatore brothers, Stefan and Damon. As days turned into nights, you felt a magnetic pull towards Elena. There was an unspoken connection, something deeper than friendship, though you couldn't decipher it.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you and Elena found yourselves on the Gilbert porch, gazing at the stars. The air was charged with the kind of tension that precedes life-altering moments.

"Elena," you began hesitantly, "there's something about this place… about you. It's like I've known you forever, even though we've only just met."

Elena's gaze turned intense, searching your eyes for answers. "I feel it too," she admitted. "It's as if our paths were meant to cross."

The truth hung unspoken between you: the mystical currents of Mystic Falls had bound you together in a way that defied logic.

As weeks passed, you and Elena's connection deepened. You spent your days researching the town's history, stumbling upon ancient texts that hinted at a prophecy involving a stranger who would bring both salvation and danger to Mystic Falls.

One evening, Stefan revealed that a powerful vampire coven had caught wind of the prophecy and believed you were the key to unlocking it. Danger loomed, threatening not only the town but also the fragile bond you'd formed with Elena.

Facing the unknown, you and Elena stood side by side. You trained with the Salvatores, honing your skills in preparation for the inevitable confrontation. Amidst the chaos and fear, your feelings for Elena grew stronger. She was your anchor, your solace in the storm.

In the midst of battle, as you fought alongside Elena against the vampire coven, her strength and determination ignited a fire within you. When the dust settled, and the danger was vanquished, Elena turned to you, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and something more.

With the moon hanging in the sky, its gentle light casting a glow over Mystic Falls, Elena stepped closer to you. "I can't deny it anymore," she whispered, her voice soft but resolute. "I've fallen for you, in ways I can't explain."

Your heart raced as you looked into her eyes, seeing your own feelings reflected back. "Elena," you confessed, "from the moment I met you, I felt a connection that defied reason. I'm in love with you."

In that vulnerable moment, surrounded by the remnants of battle, you sealed your confession with a kiss—a promise of all the unspoken words, shared experiences, and emotions that had grown between you.

As the town of Mystic Falls began to heal from the wounds of the supernatural conflict, you and Elena continued to fall deeper for each other. The bond that fate had woven between you proved unbreakable, and together, you faced the unknown with unwavering courage, knowing that whatever the future held, you would face it together.

THE END

[cherienymphe]

all of my writing explores dark themes such as non-consent, dubious-consent, and a/b/o subjects. if any of this offends you, this has been your warning!

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『Homelander 』

『Ransom Drysdale 』  

『Chris Evans 』

None of Your Concern

Costars for a little over a year, Chris has always been protective of you in the cutthroat industry much like a father would be. However, when he learns that your boyfriend is even older than him, he realizes that his feelings might not be so familial after all

Need  to Know

Chris heard from a friend of a friend that that pussy was a 10 out of 10

…or the one where you’re shy and Chris gets curious.

『House of the Dragon』

『Coriolanus Snow』

A Caged Bird

Birds are best kept in a cage where one can see them…and where you know where they are at all times.

Everybody Knows That I’m A Good Girl, Officer

…and everybody knows. Everybody knows…that he fucks you.

『Geralt of Rivia 』

Late Bloomer

Geralt of Rivia saves you from more than just a werewolf attack. {alpha!Geralt}

『Sherlock Holmes 』

『Peter Ballard 』

My Lucifer Is Lonely

Peter is your comfort within these cold and sterile walls, and when they come crumbling down, they reveal the nightmare that lies inside.

『Walter DeVille』

Midnight Delights

So many maids have come and gone, but you seem to be the master’s favorite.

My Soul To Take

The search for your missing sister puts you right at Carfax Estate and in the clutches of the lord of the manor.

『Lucifer Morningstar 』

Promised

When you start waking up with bruises you can’t explain, your nightmares turn into a reality.

『Michael Gray 』

Gangsta’s Paradise

An agreement with the Peaky Blinders is almost a done deal...until you catch the eye of Michael Gray. You’re suddenly thrust into the equation, and your father must decide between losing everything or losing you.

『Steve Kemp 』

Sweet Tooth

The Kemps have always struck you as a little weird, but as their babysitter, you figured they didn’t pay you enough to make that your business.

『Damon Salvatore 』

Like Mother, Like Daughter

You never imagined that you would find solace in the bloodstained hands of a murderer.

Haunted

If you’d known that your ex-boyfriend was a vampire, you would’ve gotten a stake instead of a restraining order.

『Roman Godfrey』

Bite Marks & Bruises

Roman Godfrey is spoiled and arrogant and rude…and he gets whatever he wants.

『Stephen Bonnet 』

Bejeweled

Your journey to America is turned on its head when the captain of the ship wants both your mistress’ jewels…and her handmaiden, snatching both in a single night.

『Dune 』

There Will Be Blood

Knowing that you are too afraid to ever find yourself alone with the Harkonnen heir, Lady Margot secures his heart’s desire for his celebration day.

『Chris Evans 』

None of Your Concern

     ➥ Where you and Chris aren’t on the same page

     ➥ Where tensions increase

『Geralt of Rivia 』

Late Bloomer

   ➥  Character POV

『Michael Gray 』

Gangsta’s Paradise

     ➥ Character POV

     ➥ Where Michael has a close call

[leidensygdom]

What first made you interested in drow?

OHHH so-

It was a bit of a coincidence really! I started RPing in RP forums way before I got into TTRPGs. RP forums (in Spanish communities, at least) more often than not had original systems and worlds, which often drew inspiration from here and there. This forum was your usual sort of medium fantasy steampunk mix, with a few typical DnD races. And I ended up as a mod. They wanted to develop some areas of the continent that weren't defined, and I was assigned a chunk of land that was mostly just a frozen wasteland, and was told to fill it with something. (Here's a lil stupid graphic I made for it, the region was named Saintserre)

So I went through the races in the setting and saw these funky cave-dwelling elves that had never been used or mentioned once in the entire setting. And I was like, "okay cool, I think I will grab these! They can live underground where it isn't as freezy!". The description for them in the forum was just a paragraph long, and it didn't mention basic details. Another mod told me "did you know they're matriarchal?" and I was like "no but that sounds cool!", and grabbed that detail. And thankfully, no one in the entire forum actually decided to mention they are usually evil. They had expected me to do them evil, but... I just didn't know that was the usual flavour for drow, and I came up with something very different.

They were religious in a weird sense. They adored the sky and attributed constellations a lot of meaning. The sky, as something distant to them, was seen as sacred and made some of them pilgrimage to the surface, just to observe it and make predictions. These beliefs came from the times they had been in the surface and found solace in the night sky, given how the light was painful to their eyes. The society was experimenting some huge magic advancement related to crystals though, which were a bit taboo to use, and there was this whole "tradition vs progress" thematic to it.

Now, the reason crystals were taboo was because drow came from a much more advanced society that used crystals. They had used and abused them for everything: Even defying death. The city had a growing population of crystal-like liches (named watchers), which at some point, turned against the living population as crystal-corruption ran rampant. The few survivors fled the city, and for months, they travelled under the deadly cold with the night as their mantle (which was a reoccurring thing in their history), which reinforced their astrological beliefs. They decided to forbid and burn any knowledge they had on crystal usage, wanting to avoid the catastrophe from happening again, and left the crystallized city behind, forgotten and filled with aberrations. I hinted slightly at this lore in the forum with this fun little gif (my first gift ever!), which spells "We are watching". I wanted to use these creatures for something >:3c

I started to build a bit about this reveal with the first character that was made in this region, which was interested in the lore. And then, well, the forum died down due to admin drama and we didn't get to it. But I was happy with the worldbuilding I did, so I packed my ideas and put them in another forum, wanting to explore them further. And my next time using drow, I told myself "what if I explore what happened in the crystal city BEFORE the catastrophe?", and my setting Gharmyra was born. Which is the one for my DnD campaign!

... And then someone told me to read Salvatore's books, I gave the first three a read, and I was like "huh what the fuck. Nah" and ended up never dealing with "canon" lore for drow.

(This got lengthier than expected but I just really wanted to share what was my first experience with drow! I remember this setting fondly)

[noobiestnoober]

Veil of Deception (StefanXReader)

Y/N had been undercover in Mystic Falls for months, trying to infiltrate a secret group of rogue vampires called the Shadow Court. Their leader, Lucian, had dangerous plans, and Y/N was the only one who could stop him.

What no one knew was that Y/N was part of the Mikaelson family, a secret sibling hidden from most—including her own family. Posing as a rogue vampire, she had to protect her friends, especially Stefan, but the deeper she got, the more dangerous it became.

______________________________

Y/N had been working undercover for months, delving deep into the dark underbelly of Mystic Falls to uncover a secret society of rogue vampires. This group, known as the Shadow Court, had been operating in the shadows, manipulating events in the town for decades. Their leader, an ancient and powerful vampire named Lucian, had plans that threatened not just Mystic Falls but the entire vampire and human worlds.

What Lucian didn’t know was that Y/N was no ordinary vampire. She was an ancient and powerful member of the Mikaelson family, a secret sibling who had always kept her association with the Originals hidden. Known only to a few, Y/N’s existence was shrouded in mystery, even to her own siblings. Her older brother Klaus was one of the few who knew, and it was at his behest that she had taken on this dangerous mission.

Y/N had stumbled upon the existence of the Shadow Court when she noticed a pattern of unexplained disappearances and mysterious deaths that even the Salvatore brothers hadn’t connected. Determined to protect her friends and the town, and driven by her love for Stefan, she infiltrated the Shadow Court by posing as a rogue vampire seeking power. Her cover was deep, her every move calculated to gain their trust and gather crucial information.

The deeper she got, the more dangerous it became. She uncovered that Lucian was planning a ritual that would grant him control over all vampires, making him unstoppable. She knew she had to stop him, but the risk of being discovered grew with every passing day. Her only solace was the knowledge that she was doing this to protect Stefan and the others.

Despite her efforts to keep her mission a secret, Stefan had grown suspicious of her frequent absences and the danger she seemed to be in. He followed her one night, just as she was about to uncover the final piece of Lucian’s plan. His sudden appearance compromised her cover and nearly got them both killed.

____________________________

"You couldn't just leave it alone, could you?" Y/N snapped, lips curling into a snarl, "I was trying to protect you, Stefan, you idiot!"

The words echoed in the dimly lit room, heavy with the tension that had been building for days. Stefan stood there, stunned into silence, his eyes wide with confusion and hurt. He had never seen Y/N this angry, not even when he had interfered in her plans before.

"I didn't ask for your protection," he finally managed to say, his voice shaking, "I just wanted to keep you safe."

"Safe?" She laughed bitterly, a harsh sound that made his heart ache.

"You think you can handle everything on your own? You have no idea what you're dealing with."

"Then tell me," he pleaded, stepping closer, "Help me understand."

She turned away, her shoulders trembling. For a moment, it seemed like she might relent, might finally let him in on the secrets she had been keeping. But when she faced him again, her eyes were steely, resolved.

"Some things are better left buried, Stefan," she said quietly, "And if you keep digging, you're going to get hurt. Or worse."

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, "I can't walk away from this. Not now."

She sighed, a mix of frustration and resignation, "Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you."

With that, she walked past him, her steps echoing down the empty hallway. Stefan watched her go, his mind racing. He had a feeling that whatever lay ahead, it was going to change everything.

As they prepared to leave the building, Y/N knew she had to reveal her true identity to Stefan. She led him to a secluded spot, away from prying eyes.

"Stefan, there's something you need to know," she began, her voice softer now, "I'm not just any vampire. I'm a Mikaelson. Klaus is my brother."

Stefan's eyes widened in shock, "What? How... Why didn't you tell me?"

"I had to keep it a secret to protect you and to make sure Lucian didn't find out. I'm the only one who could infiltrate the Shadow Court because of my hidden identity," she explained, "But my feelings for you, Stefan, are real. I love you, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing you to Lucian's plans."

Stefan took a step closer, his expression softening, "Y/N, I... I love you too. And I trust you. We'll face this together."

Just as they were about to leave, they heard footsteps echoing through the corridors. The Shadow Court had realized Y/N’s true identity, and now they were coming for her.

"We have to go, now," Y/N said urgently, grabbing Stefan's hand.

They ran through the darkened halls, Y/N leading the way with her intimate knowledge of the Court’s hideout. As they reached the exit, they could hear the shouts of the pursuing vampires growing closer. Y/N pushed open a hidden door, revealing a passage that led outside.

"Here, this way," she whispered, pulling Stefan through the narrow passage.

They emerged into the cool night air, the full moon casting an eerie glow over the deserted streets of Mystic Falls. Without looking back, they fled into the woods, the sounds of their pursuers fading into the distance.

As they ran, Y/N’s mind raced. Her cover was blown, and she knew she could never return to the Shadow Court. But she also knew that as long as they were together, they could face whatever dangers lay ahead.

______________________

Finally, when they felt safe enough, they stopped to catch their breath. Stefan looked at Y/N, his expression filled with a mixture of awe and love.

"We did it," he said, a hint of disbelief in his voice, "We really escaped."

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with relief and affection, "Yes, we did. And now, we have to stay hidden. Lucian will be looking for us."

Stefan nodded, taking her hand in his, "As long as we're together, we'll be okay. We'll figure this out."

Y/N squeezed his hand, feeling a renewed sense of hope, "I know we will. And I promise, no more secrets."

[galvanizedfriend]

Klaroline Fanfic: The Wolf III [13/21]

Summary: Months after their return to New Orleans, Klaus and Caroline try to settle into a semblance of normalcy, while Elijah struggles to forgive his brother's sins. But a mysterious prophecy that foretells the downfall of the Mikaelson family brings them all together in a war that will reopen ancient wounds and see each of the siblings doomed: one by friend, one by foe and one by family.

[It's The Originals Season 3, but Caroline had Klaus' baby, now she's a vampire and they are back in New Orleans after a stint in Mystic Falls. It's mostly about Klaroline, obviously.]

S03E13 A Streetcar Named Desire ✨

"Ok," Freya concedes at last. "So that leaves us with friend and foe now. You and Niklaus have plenty of the latter."

Elijah's lips tick up into a sardonic little smile. "Just one or two."

"Thankfully, not many friends," Freya adds with a celebratory smile. Finally, the bright side of spending an entire millennium being a rather disagreeable bunch.

As if on cue, Niklaus strides into the room, sporting an unusually bright smile and followed closely by a familiar face Elijah did not expect to see in New Orleans any time soon. Or ever, to be more accurate.

It all but obliterates the shred of solace he had just now.

"Freya!" Klaus says with odd cheerfulness, motioning towards the man behind him. "This is Stefan Salvatore, an old friend. One of my trickle-down sirelings, long story. Stefan, this is my brand-new older sister, Freya, which I'm sure you've already heard wonders about. Stefan needs a teensy favor."

Elijah sighs in dejection. Of all the times for Niklaus' far and few not-so-hostile acquaintances to pay a visit… It really is like they're manifesting these things into being just by daring to be optimistic about their complete failure to forge trustworthy alliances.

"You're an old friend, are you?" Freya narrows her eyes as though she can see right through Stefan with that customary sinister intensity of hers.

To Stefan's credit, if the intimidation works, he does not show it. "Well, that depends on your definition," he replies with a mysterious grin.

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Bringing back the old posts for the last update of 2022. 😁 Thank you so much to everyone who's been with me throughout this year here on this hell site, or on A03! I really appreciate the support this story has had, you guys are awesome!

And in case you're still wondering, yes, this is the crossover episode with TVD, aka Klaus' boyfriend is in town. ✨ Hope you enjoy it!

Happy New Year, everyone! A wonderful 2023 to all of you!

[selmasemlan]

Moonlight in New Orleans

Summary: Marcel and Luna share a tender, moonlit dance in his New Orleans loft, finding solace and reaffirming their love amidst the city's vibrant energy and their own recent turmoil.

Pairing: Marcel Gerard x Luna Salvatore (OFC)

Author note: I needed something cute

Warning: cutie patootie

Word count: 618

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Moonlight in New Orleans

The city of New Orleans was alive with its usual charm, the air filled with the distant sounds of jazz and the occasional laughter from the streets below. Marcel's loft, perched high above the vibrant city, offered a sanctuary away from the bustle. The room was bathed in a soft, golden glow from the antique chandeliers, and the large windows allowed the moonlight to stream in, casting enchanting shadows on the walls.

Luna stood by one of the windows, gazing out at the city she had come to love. The view was breathtaking, the Mississippi River reflecting the shimmering lights of the French Quarter. She took a deep breath, letting the peaceful atmosphere wash over her. Despite the recent turmoil, this moment felt serene.

"Moonlight," Marcel's voice broke through her reverie, a soft and comforting presence in the quiet room.

She turned to see him leaning against the doorframe, his smile warm and inviting. He was dressed casually, but his presence was anything but ordinary. The way he looked at her made her feel like the most important person in the world.

"Hey," she replied, her voice filled with affection.

Marcel walked over to her, his movements fluid and graceful. He reached out, gently taking her hand in his. "What are you doing out here all by yourself?"

"Just thinking," Luna said, her eyes drifting back to the cityscape. "It's been a lot to process."

Marcel nodded, understanding. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close so she could rest her head against his chest. "Yeah, it has. But you made it through. You're stronger than you give yourself credit for, Moonlight."

She smiled against his chest, feeling his heartbeat steady and reassuring. "I couldn't have done it without you," she murmured. "You've always been my rock, Marcel."

He tilted her chin up, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "And I always will be. You light up my life, Luna. You're my moonlight."

Her heart swelled with love, and she rose on her tiptoes to kiss him. The kiss was tender and filled with the promise of forever. Marcel's arms tightened around her, and for a moment, everything else faded away.

When they pulled apart, both breathless and smiling, Marcel took her hand and led her to the center of the room. "Dance with me?" he asked softly.

Luna laughed, a light, musical sound that filled the loft. "There's no music," she teased.

Marcel grinned, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "We don't need music. Just trust me."

He began to sway gently, guiding her in a slow, intimate dance. The moonlight and the warm glow from the chandeliers created a magical ambiance, and they moved together as if they were the only two people in the world. The rhythm of their hearts became the only music they needed.

As they danced, Marcel leaned in to whisper in her ear, "I love you, Moonlight. Always."

Luna's heart fluttered, and she squeezed his hand, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I love you too, Marcel. Forever."

They continued to dance, the outside world forgotten as they held each other close. The soft glow of the room, the gentle sway of their dance, and the warmth of their love created a perfect moment. In Marcel's arms, Luna felt safe, cherished, and ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

With every step and turn, they wove their love into the fabric of the night, creating a tapestry of memories that would shine as brightly as the moonlight. As the city of New Orleans thrummed with life below them, Luna and Marcel found their own rhythm, their own song, and for that night, everything was perfect.