#ian somerhalder fanfic

[emsgoodthinkin]

his eyes. he’s too fine for his own good

[storiesforallfandoms]

roses are red ~ damon salvatore;the vampire diaries

word count: 2936

request?: yes!

@faithiegirl01​ : “Hi amor mio!! I’ve read though some of your other works and I absolutely love them. I was wondering if I could request a Hanahaki Disease fic with either Jasper hale, Damon Salvatore or possibly Steve Harrington? I’m just absolutely obsessed with these fics so so much right now. Useally I have a full blown summary to what I want with imagines, but this time I kinda just wanna let the artist do their thing. The only thing is that I don’t really like smut, but you can put it in if you want, I myself would just skip over that part. You don’t have to take this if you don’t want to, I just think it’d be a cute fic idea and that you’d write it very well.”

description: in which she develops a disease after realizing she’s in love with one of her best friends

pairing: damon salvatore x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of a fatal sickness (Hanahaki Disease)

masterlist (one, two, three)

It was the way he looked at her; like he needed her more than the air he breathed. Like she was the most beautiful thing to ever walk the Earth. Like he wanted to worship the ground she walked on.

I wish he would look at me like that.

I don’t know exactly when I realized I had a crush on Damon. I had known him since he and Stefan moved to Mystic Falls. Of course, I thought he was attractive when I first met him, but I didn’t think of him in any sort of romantic way. At least, I didn’t think I did.

Until he told me he had feelings for Elena. Then, I started to have this bitter feeling towards Elena whenever she was around, especially when Damon was with her. It was like her very presence alone made me irritated and I couldn’t be around her for very long. Eventually, I was able to put two and two together to realize what was going on: I had fallen for the age old cliché of unrequited love for a friend who loved someone else.

It was so hard. I couldn’t just avoid Damon, he would know something was up. But watching him fawn over Elena when she was head over heels for his brother was extremely difficult.

Like right now, sitting at the bar in The Mystic Grill, watching Damon look at Elena and Stefan with this lovesick puppy look on his face. It was enough to make me want to order the strongest drink the bartender was allowed to give me.

“I’ll have what she’s having,” Damon said, finally tearing his eyes away from Elena and Stefan.

I rolled my eyes and muttered, “You have to get over her.”

He looked over at me. “What?”

I shook my head, realizing what I said would surely cause a fight. “Nothing.”

“No, tell me.” He didn’t sound mad, just genuinely curious. I could’ve made something up, or insisted it really was nothing. I could’ve easily avoided any sort of conflict.

But instead, I said, “You need to get over your feelings for Elena. It’s kind of sad to watch you pine over your brother’s girlfriend.”

The bartender passed us our drinks. I immediately downed the contents of mine, wincing at the bitter taste and burning feeling of the liquid running down my throat. Damon took a moment longer to drink his.

“You think I haven’t tried?” he asked. “To get over Elena? You think I want to feel this way about my brother’s girlfriend?”

“Drinking and having meaningless sex isn’t ‘getting over’ her,” I pointed out. “That’s just coping mechanisms. You need to actually move on.”

“I’m fucking trying,” he snapped. “But it feels impossible. She’s all I can think about. And she’s always at our place because of Stefan, which makes it worse.” He paused to take another sip from his drink. “Besides, it’s not like there’s anyone in this town that I would consider dating.”

His words felt like a knife through my chest. I could feel a lump forming in my throat, but I couldn’t let him see me cry. If that was how he felt, then fine. But it didn’t make his confession hurt me any less.

I ordered another strong drink before saying, “Well, maybe you should try at least. It’s annoying to watch you go after your brother’s girlfriend when she’ll never feel the same way for you.”

A tense silence fell over us. Damon downed the last of his drink before standing from his chair. He pulled some money from his wallet and threw it down onto the counter. I watched as he left the restaurant in a huff. Elena and Stefan shared a look before looking over at me, but I turned away before they could lock eyes with me. I had to admit, what I said was harsh. Maybe I shouldn’t have said it the way I did, but I just felt hurt. Not that he would know that, but my pain wasn’t making me think straight.

I took my drink and downed half of it in one mouthful again. The minute the bitter liquid was gone, I started to cough. I thought maybe it had gone down the wrong way, but then the coughing became harder until it felt like something was coming up in my throat. I quickly ran to the bathroom and collapsed next to the toilet just as something finally came up. I spit it into the toilet and sat back. I was absolutely shocked at what I had seen.

Several flower pedals floating in the water.

~~~~~~

A few days later, I was sat in my doctor’s office. After the first time at Mystic Grill, I had started coughing up more flower pedals. Even in a world that included vampires, werewolves, and witches, I had a feeling that throwing up flower pedals was not normal.

I thought my doctor would want to run some sort of tests to see what was going on, if he even believed me at all. I wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t. I barely believed it and I was the one experiencing it. But when I told him what was going on, his face dropped. I suddenly felt very nervous by his reaction.

“Miss. (Y/L/N),” he said. “This is...very serious.”

“I kind of figured,” I said, trying to lighten the mood.

He didn’t seem to appreciate the joke. “(Y/N), this is an illness that’s still very new. We don’t know too much about it yet because it’s very rare.” I sat up a little straighter, my heart starting to pound. “What we do know is that it’s called the Hanahaki Disease. It was first noted in Japan, thus the name being a combination of two Japanese words. There’s not a lot known about how someone gets it, except the fact that unrequited love is involved.”

Are you fucking kidding me?! I’m throwing up flowers because of my crush on Damon?!

“So, what can be done?” I asked. “There has to be a cure or something discovered for this, right?”

The look the doctor gave me didn’t give me a lot of hope. “There’s been attempts at a surgical procedure that will remove the flowers from your respiratory track.”

“Attempts?” That doesn’t sound promising.

“Well, the procedure works. The thing is...it takes away your feelings for the person you have unrequited feelings for. Feelings you will never get back. Which may sound like a good thing, but that includes friendly feelings. With this surgery, you’ll just become apathetic towards the person you had feelings for.”

Okay, that was definitely less than ideal. I would love to lose these romantic feelings for Damon. It would make seeing him fawn over Elena a lot less hurtful. But, if it took away all feelings for Damon, including friendly feelings, then our friendship really would be over, and I didn’t want to lose him as a friend. That was the whole reason I hadn’t told him I liked him in the first place.

“That’s the only way to get rid of this?” I asked.

“The only other way is if the love is reciprocated, and I mean romantically not just in a friendship way.”

Well, that’s not happening.

“Can I think this over?”

The doctor gave me a look that I could only describe as pity. “You can, but try to come up with a decision soon. This illness is fatal if left for too long untreated.”

That should’ve been enough for me to agree to the surgery on the spot. My life was at risk so the solution would be a no brainer to anyone else. But there I was, days after my doctor’s visit, sat in my house with no decision having been made. My condition was getting worse. I could barley go a few minutes without coughing up a flower. I knew I must not have too long left before the fatality of the illness finally got me. Again, that should’ve been enough for any normal person to choose the surgery immediately. however, I couldn’t make that decision when I knew it would mean I’d lose Damon.

I had been holed up in my room and basically pushed my friends away. I told them I wasn’t feeling well, but I didn’t go into any specifics. They still reached out to check on me, but I didn’t respond much.

I hadn’t heard from Damon at all since that night at Mystic Grill. That was probably for the best. Talking to him right now, considering my condition, was probably a bad idea and I’d prefer him hating me if I died over him knowing I was dying because I had feelings for him.

I was in bed in the darkness of my room when I heard a knock at my front door. I ignored it, thinking it was a salesman or something, and figuring they’d just go away eventually. But, when I didn’t answer, there was another series of knocks, followed by the doorbell ringing repeatedly. I sighed, which turned into another coughing fit and a few bright red pedals landing on my floor. I groaned and reluctantly pulled myself out of bed. It seemed whoever was at my door was not leaving until somebody answered. Maybe if it was someone annoying I could just cough some flowers on them and scare them away.

But when I opened the door, it wasn’t a salesman on the other side.

It was Damon Salvatore.

“You look like shit,” he commented.

“Thanks,” I croaked, followed by another coughing fit.

Damon’s face suddenly became serious as he reached out for me. “Jesus, you really aren’t doing well.”

“No, I’m kinda dying,” I responded before I could stop myself.

“I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

“No, Damon. I’m literally dying.”

I felt him tense. I started coughing again, this time actually coughing up a few flower pedals. I caught them in my hand before letting them flutter to the floor. Damon looked at them in a mixture of shock and confusion, before wrapping his arms around me and guiding me into my own house. I let him take me to my living room, and we both sat down on the couch. Damon took one of my blankets that I always left on the back of the couch and wrapped it around my shoulders.

“What did you do to make yourself start throwing up pedals and apparently be on the verge of dying?” he asked. He had one arm around me, and I let myself lean into him. I knew this was probably very bad for me, for my condition, but if I had little time left, I was going to allow myself to have this one moment with Damon.

“It’s some sort of new illness,” I said. “Something that starts with an H, a Japanese word I think the doctor said.”

“Geez, should I be worried about being so close to you then?”

I smiled. For the first time in many days, I was actually able to smile. “It’s not that kind of illness. The doctor said it...it stems from unrequited love.”

There was silence. I realized Damon had been running his hand idly up and down my arm. It felt nice. Despite having kept him away for so long, I was realizing now that I really did need to see him one last time. To just have one final moment of somewhat normalcy with him.

“So...you have feelings for someone...they don’t like you back...and now you’re dying?” Damon asked.

“Apparently so,” I responded. “It’s something rare, but it’s been happening.”

“Who would be stupid enough to not love you?”

I knew that shouldn’t have hurt me, but it did. It hurt because I knew he didn’t actually mean that. Not in the way I would’ve wanted him to. But I really, really wish he had meant it that way.

“Someone who is already in love with someone else.”

“Ah,” Damon said. “That’s...that’s rough.”

I nodded. “I guess you know how that feels.”

“I guess it’s a good thing I’m a vampire and can’t get these sorts of illnesses then.”

“Lucky bastard.”

We both started to laugh, until I started coughing again. This time, it was a lot harsher of a cough, and I coughed out more flowers than I had ever at this point. I hunched over as the flowers came up in my throat and fell onto the floor. My chest burned with every harsh cough, and part of me wondered if this was the end. Was I going to die next to Damon? The irony of that was not lost on me.

I felt his hand against my back as I finally stopped coughing. There was basically a bouquet of flowers at my feet now. It could’ve been beautiful if these plants weren’t the thing that was killing me.

Damon pulled me back so I was in his arms again. My eyes felt heavy suddenly, so I rested my head in the crook of his neck and let them close for a second.

“Can I tell you something?” he asked.

“Now is the time to,” I mumbled back. “Who knows how much longer I have left?”

I meant it as a joke, but I could tell he didn’t appreciate it as much as I wanted him to.

“I’ve never loved Elena.”

My eyes popped open and I quickly sat up to look at him. “What?!”

“Okay, I can’t say never,” he clarified. “I did have some feelings for her when I first met her, but then when she got with Stefan and...and when I met you...those feelings went away.”

“When you met me?” I asked. He nodded. “Damon...are you...are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

He wasn’t looking at me now. “Depends. What do you think I’m saying?”

“Are you trying to tell me that your feelings are for me, and not for Elena?”

He didn’t respond, but he didn’t have to. His body language said everything. Damon Salvatore loves me, not Elena Gilbert.

There was a million and one things running through my head. I had no idea how to even respond to that. I was sure this was all some sort of hallucination caused by the disease. Like I was getting to see the one thing I wanted more than anything before I died.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” I asked. “Wait, no, more important question: why did you always act like you were so in love with Elena if you never were?”

“It felt easier than trying to admit to you that I had feelings for you,” he said. “I knew you never would’ve looked at me that way because you saw me as a friend. And Stefan had already clocked that I had feelings for Elena when I first met her, so I figured I would just lean into that until I could find someone else that captured my attention the way you did. But I couldn’t find anyone else, because there isn’t anyone else who makes me feel the way that you make me feel.”

He barely had the final word out before I was lunging at him, pressing my lips against his. It was a forward approach, I’ll admit, but I couldn’t stop myself. It was the words I had been waiting to hear from him for so long, and now that I was finally hearing them, it was like I didn’t have control of my body. I acted before my brain could process what we were doing. It took Damon by surprise, but it didn’t take him long to start kissing me back. He moved me so that I was actually sat on his lap, my legs on either side of his. His arms pulled me as close to him as I could get.

We kept kissing like that for so long that I didn’t even notice the heavy feeling on my chest had lifted, or the fact that I hadn’t been coughing up flowers anymore. I was so lost in Damon that I didn’t realize that the disease had been cured. I didn’t realize until Damon pulled away from our kiss and looked at me in shock. “Holy shit, you look so much better.”

“What?”

“You don’t look sick anymore.”

I stood quickly and rushed to the nearest mirror. He was right, I didn’t look as sickly anymore. And I felt like I could actually breathe again.

“Whoa, that happened fast,” I murmured to myself.

“How did it happen?” Damon asked, appearing behind me. “I thought it was an unrequited love thing?”

I turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “Damon...do you really not know who I was talking about earlier? After I literally just threw myself at you on the couch?”

I could literally see the gears turning in his head until his eyes lit up. “Me?!”

I chuckled and walked towards him. I cupped his face in my hands and leaned upwards to kiss him again. “Yes, stupid. I was talking about you.”

“You almost died because of me?”

“Kind of, but also because I was too chicken to tell you how I felt. But I’m not sick anymore.”

“Thank God for that.”

He pulled me in for another kiss. I never wanted to stop kissing him. I had never felt so good in my entire life. I just wanted to pause in this moment and live it over and over and over again.

[bennett-mikealson]

POV: Me whenever I started to read a Bamon fic but the author had Bonnie still playing second to Elena.

[multifandomworldsposts]

Day 15 of Kinktober: Vampire Training with Damon Salvatore

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x fem!reader

warning: making out

A/N: everyone who voted here’s what you wanted and i hope everyone likes it

Y/N’s POV

I’ve been a vampire for a few weeks and Damon is helping me on how to control myself. I got bitten by one of the older vampire’s and I’ve been lost and confused on what’s been happening to me.

“I’m going to help you control your body when you’re near anything like animals and humans, okay?” Damon says.

I get nervous, I don’t know if I can do this.

“I’m scared that I might hurt you or anything that’s near me.” I say nervously.

“You’ll get through this I promise Y/N, I’m going to get something, I’ll be right back.” Damon said.

Damon came back in a flash with a rat, I can’t do this.

“I can’t do this.” I say almost shaking.

“You can do it Y/N, I’ll take the rat away from you if this gets out of hand, okay?” Damon says handing me the rat.

I suck the rat’s blood which kinda tastes okay. When I felt done with sucking the rat’s blood, Damon took the rat out of my hand and looks at me if I react in a bad or a good way, I react in a good way for some reason.

“How are you feeling?” Damon questions.

“I have a feeling that making me want more but something is holding me back.” I try to say.

“That means that your body is telling you stop having the hunger of blood when you’re done drinking.” He says.

I feel like I’m accomplishing something which is making me feel good.

Damon brought me back to the Salvatore house and taught me more things, which involves a full moon. I never knew that the moon is going to be full tonight, I guess I have a lot of things in my mind.

“I’m going to bring you somewhere and it’ll help you not get out of control and I’m going to give you something that’ll help you as well.” Damon brings me to a cage that him and Stefen has.

I walk in the cage and Damon locks me in the cage.

“Can you stay down here with me?” I say looking at him.

“I’ll stay down here Y/N, oh here’s some whiskey.” Damon hands me some whiskey.

“Does it help me at all?” I asked looking at the glass of whiskey.

“There’s blood in the whiskey, that’s why I drink it.” Damon says.

I drink the whiskey which stings but it kinda has a little taste of whiskey in it.

I look around the cage and see some scratches on the walls and the floor, I’m actually terrified on what’s going to happen to me.

“Damon, can you come in the cage with me so if I do something bad you can help me with my transitioning to a vampire?” I walk up to the bars and ask him.

“Sure, if you want me to get out, you can tell me.” Damon opens the door and locks it.

I nod.

“I hope I don’t get out of control.” I say nervously.

“That’s why I’m here.” He crests my cheek.

“Thank you.” I say.

MIDNIGHT

I have this weird urge to do something bad, Damon notices me acting weird, he sits in front of me and tries to calm me down, which my body is hating the fact he’s doing that.

Damon notices something about my eyes, they’re yellow.

“Y/N/N, you’re a hybrid.” He makes me look at him.

“I’m a what?” I question.

“A hybrid, it’s what the originals are.” Damon says.

I feel my fangs grow, I don’t want to hurt Damon. Damon holds me down so I can’t even move what’s so ever. I heavy breath I felt calming down, Damon looks at me, I begin to kiss him, he kisses me back, I felt save with him even if I transform I feel safe around him.

He kisses my neck and I dig my fingernails in his neck and I hear him moan which made me chuckle. He looks at me, my eyes changes to normal, we look at the window, the moon is gone, I’m human again but still a vampire.

“Damon, thank you for helping me but can you help me with this some more if I do something wrong in the future?” I ask.

“Of course Y/N/N.” He puts a strand of hair away from my face.

I feel safe with him.

[albertasunrise]

So made a mood board, as the latest update for Hope should be up in the next day or so!! Can't wait for y'all to read it ♥️

Read the first two chapters here

[countrymusiclover]

1 - Coming Back Home

Part 2

Eclipse of the Heart

@melvia-ito

Opening the backside door of my truck eyeing the objects laying in the seat in front of me. Yanking the zipper of my duffel bag open I sighed seeing wooden stakes, wooden arrows and some vervain darts inside of it. The only double life I have ever known.

“You cock the barrel like this, point at the heart and shoot.” My mother explained to me by cocking a handgun in her hands right in front of me.

My father was watching my younger sister Caroline at home allowing her time to take me down to the firing range and no one would question because she was the town Sheriff. “Why isn’t Caroline learning this too, mom?”

“Because she’s far too young for it, Jaid.” She answered my question tucking some loose strands behind my ear that had come out of my ponytail.

I nodded understanding her response. “Do I have to do this?”

“It’s the only way I know you’ll be able to protect yourself when I can’t always be there.” She said back to me offering out the handgun in her hands for me to take from her.

Sucking in a breath I picked it up feeling the cold metal touching my fingers. Wrapping my fingers completely around the gun I aimed it at the target down the range. “One…two…three.” I muttered to myself doing my best to keep my eyes open when I fired it off.

“That’s fairly good for your first time.” The target paper came up with a push of a button so we could both see the end result. My mother grasped a hand on my shoulder when I lowered the gun looking at her, the small smile gone in an instant. “Now do it again and again until you don’t miss.”

Slinging the duffel bag over my shoulder I closed the truck door and headed up to our front door. Walking upstairs to my old bedroom I knew I had a whole backseat to unpack but it didn’t matter right now. I couldn’t stay at college knowing that our mother had probably already been teaching my sister about the supernatural like she did me.

I loved my mother, don't get me wrong. But the day I turned sixteen she decided to tell me the truth about what the council was hiding from the rest of the town. The truth that vampires still existed.

Stuffing the bag in my closet I heard someone coming so I slipped a small stake underneath my pant leg and a heart necklace with some vervain inside hanging around my neck. Shrugging a red leather jacket on I hid the jewelry underneath my shirt before someone entered my bedroom. “Jaid-o-raid, I can't believe you're home!”

“Care Bear!” I squealed, spinning around on my feet seeing my sister standing in the doorway. We both ran over to one another and embraced in a tight yet warm hug after being apart for so long.

She finally broke the hug holding onto my forearms. “I can’t believe you’re home. Wait, did I miss family weekend so you came all this way to see me?”

“No you didn’t miss anything. I just felt that I needed to be home. Plus I’ve missed you bunches.” I shrugged my shoulders through part of a lie. She didn’t know that I was terrified that our mother had already turned her into a hunter.

She grinned brightly at me. “Well I’m glad you’re home. And since you are, you should come to the back to school bonfire tonight.”

“I technically don’t think I’m allowed since I’m not in high school anymore.”

My younger sister slightly rolled her eyes. “That doesn’t matter. You’re my sister. Plus they’ll be booze and hot guys there.”

“Hmm fine. But only for a little bit.” I caved and she giggled before we spent a few hours before it would get dark and then we went out to the bone fire.

But this didn’t last long and we ended up at the Grill for drinks. Caroline and Bonnie were sitting at one of the tables and I was sitting up at the bar sipping on a Bourbon.

“Are you sober yet?” The Bennett girl asked her friend.

My sister put her face in her hands. “No…why didn't he go for me?”

“Can I get another drink please?” I waved the bartender over with my empty drink cup before he came over and took it from me. Resting my chin in the palm of my hand I eyed my sister who looked like she was about to cry again.

Bonnie pushed water across the table to her. “Keep drinking. I gotta get you home. I gotta get me home.”

“Why didn't he go for me? You know, how come the guys that I want never want me?” Caroline laid her head down on the table having a pity party over the new guy Stefan Salvatore choosing one of her best friends over her.

Bonnie held her hands up in surrender. “I'm not touching that.”

“I'm inappropriate. I always say the wrong thing. And... Elena always says the right thing. She doesn't even try! And he just picks her. And she's always the one that everyone picks, for everything. And I try so hard, and... I'm never the one.” My sister runs her fingers through her blonde hair.

Bonnie sighed at her. “It's not a competition, Caroline.”

Caroline sniffed through some tears “Yeah, it is.”

“Keep the change.” I put some cash on the bar top, finishing the second Bourbon that I had ordered and going over to my sister. Touching my sister's arm I tugged her up from the chair. “Hey, we should be getting home. Bonnie, can you take her home? I’ll follow behind you and try to sober her up before our mom gets back.”

She nodded, holding onto her friends arm walking out of the bar. “Sure.”

Heading out the door the wind blew my hair in front of my eyes. I could feel someone was standing behind me where I reached inside of my jacket drawing out a smaller stake spinning around on my boots. “Back off, buddy.” I snapped at the guy who had bright blue eyes and black hair from the looks of it under the light of the moon.

“Hmm you’re the first human I've come across who was smarter enough to be armed.” They guy smirked down at me shoving me against my truck passenger door.

I nearly dropped the wooden stake on the concrete staring into his eyes. “I’m not a typical human. I know what the hell you are.”

“Then say it if you’re not afraid.” He teased me.

“Vampire.” I muttered back to him.

He revealed his fangs and I saw black veins appearing underneath his eyes. “Too bad I’m going to kill you now.” He bent his head to the side, fangs fully extended out now getting closer to my neck until I knee him in the crotch.

The vampire groaned and fell down on his knees giving me the opportunity to bolt and run away from him towards Bonnie’s car but I couldn’t find it meaning she must’ve already left. “Shit!”

“Shit is right, bitch.” The guy forced himself to his feet causing me to spin on my toes to face him. I reached down towards the other stake in my boot but he sped towards me, throwing me down onto the parking lot ground.

I grunted squirming under his hands but he was much stronger than I was. He moved one hand underneath the back of my shirt, finding the sleep dart I had tucked away in there. “I think that’s enough fight you for a while.” His grip loosened as my eyes got heavy and I passed out on the concrete.

Blinking my eyes open I groaned, twisting my neck feeling sore from whatever I had been injected with. Beginning to look around the room all I could see was mostly darkness except for the dime light in the corner of the room. “You’ve got to be kidding me….urgh!” I attempted to get up off the stone floor but I got yanked down where I winced.

My wrists were bound to the ground with metal chains keeping me trapped. Footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs where I whipped my head around before a large metal door creaked open. “I would’ve thought you would have been an easier grab.”

“Typically when someone gets abducted they do fight back. Now who the hell are you!”

The figure kept walking until they reached me. The first thing I noticed about him was his bright blue eyes. “Well don't worry in a few minutes you won't remember how we met.”

“You can't compel me. I have vervain - where's my necklace!” I gasped looking down to see it wasn’t around my neck anymore.

He lifted his hand to tilt my chin up. “I already figured that out. Now I noticed that you're hanging around with that other blonde. Who is she?”

“My sister. We're the sheriff’s daughters.” I answered his question when his eyes dilated and I cursed in my head that he had just compelled me.

He clicked his tongue, introducing himself. “I'm Damon. Damon Salvatore. Nice to meet you, hunter Forbes.”

“I didn't ask for your name but thanks.” I sarcastically remarked attempting to once again break free from the handcuffs. “Now if you're gonna kill me get on with it.”

Damon moved one hand to the side of my face while his Raven black hair slightly fell in front of his eyes. “Oh I do plan on killing you. But not until you help me with something first.”

“I'll never help you, vampire!” I bared my teeth snarling at him.

Damon held my face in his hands compelling me for the second time where I parted my mouth opened having no choice but to listen to him. “You'll want to help me. You'll not hate me. You will find me attractive and have me be your boyfriend.” He released my face where I lowered my gaze to the stone floor beginning to feel something different going on about myself.

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[itshotsht]

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[mysticwitc]

Part 1 of my story

As you enter Mystic Falls, you are immediately struck by the picturesque beauty of the town. Lush greenery surrounds the quaint houses and shops, giving the town a sense of tranquility. The streets are lined with charming old buildings, some dating back to the town's founding in 1860 by the Founding Families.

But beneath the surface of this seemingly idyllic town lies a dark secret. Mystic Falls has a long history of supernatural beings, including vampires, witches, and werewolves. These creatures have lived among the townspeople for generations, causing fear and mystery to shroud the town.

Despite its dark past, Mystic Falls is a vibrant and bustling community. The town square is always buzzing with activity, from farmers markets to festivals celebrating the town's rich history. The locals are friendly and welcoming, although there is always an underlying tension due to the presence of supernatural beings.

As you explore Mystic Falls, you can't help but feel a sense of unease. The town's aura is both enchanting and unsettling, with its hidden secrets lurking just beneath the surface. Mystic Falls is a place of contradictions, where beauty and danger coexist in perfect harmony.

Clover and Tyler sat down at a table in the corner of the Mystic Grill, the dim lighting casting a warm glow over their faces. They exchanged nervous smiles, both unsure of what to say next after so much time apart.

"So, it's been a while," Tyler finally broke the silence, looking down at his drink.

"Yeah, it has," Clover agreed, swirling the ice cubes in her own glass. "But I couldn't ignore your call. You sounded..." she paused, searching for the right word, "urgent."

"So how can a witch lose her powers?" Tyler asked, genuinely curious.

Clover, with a mouthful of fries, paused before answering. "Well, she can lose them from the elders because she used them for personal gain," she explained between bites.

Tyler nodded, absorbing the information. "That makes sense. It's like there are rules and consequences for using magic."

Clover nodded in agreement, wiping her hands on a napkin. "Exactly. Magic is a powerful force and it must be respected. Otherwise, it can be taken away just as easily as it was granted."

The conversation continued on, touching upon different aspects of magic and the consequences of misusing it.

Caroline couldn't shake the feeling of jealousy as she watched Tyler talking to Clover. Stefan and Elena noticed Caroline's unease and decided to follow her as she approached the pair.

"Who's this?" Caroline asked, her voice tinged with a hint of jealousy.

Tyler introduced Clover as the daughter of a Charmed one, explaining that she was even more powerful than Bonnie. Caroline felt a pang of insecurity at the thought of someone being more powerful than her friend.

As they all sat down to talk, Caroline realized that Clover was actually quite nice and down-to-earth. They ended up having a great conversation, exchanging stories of their supernatural experiences and bonding over their shared struggles.

By the end of the night, Caroline had let go of her jealousy and had gained a new friend in Clover. And she realized that there was room for all of them to coexist in their supernatural world.

Clover born on 18th June to Dean Winchester and Piper Halliwell. She is part of a big, magical family that includes her uncle Sam Winchester, aunts Prue and Phoebe Halliwell, and aunt Paige Matthews. Her stepfather, Leo Wyatt, has raised her as his own, showing her love and support every step of the way.

As a Gemini, Clover possesses a dual nature that often keeps those around her on their toes. She is a witch, gifted with powers passed down through her family lineage, which includes the powerful Halliwell family, the Winchester family, and the Warren line. She is also connected to the Campbell family.

Clover's siblings, Wyatt and Chris Halliwell, are her closest companions, and they navigate the magical world together. With her unique blend of familial connections and magical abilities, Clover is a force to be reckoned with.

Clover walked over to Damon in the crowded Mystic Grill and greeted him with a friendly smile. "Hey, Damon. I heard you were in San Francisco last year. That's my hometown, you know?" she asked.

Damon chuckled and replied, "Oh yeah, I was there briefly. I must have missed running into you while I was there."

"So, you took Elena there trying to find a way to turn her humanity on?" Clover asked Damon, her voice filled with curiosity.

Damon took a moment before answering, his gaze focused on Elena. "Yeah, I thought maybe if she saw someone she cared about, it would trigger something inside her," he replied, his voice tinged with hope.

 Stefan approached Damon and Clover with an awkward smile on his face. "Sorry about my brother," he began, "he can be a bit sarcastic and very into pop culture."

Clover shrugged, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "It's okay, I'm the same way. Just add stubbornness on top," she replied with a laugh.

The three of them settled into their chairs, the sound of other patrons buzzing around them. They engaged in a lively conversation, sharing stories and jokes, their personalities blending together in a harmonious way.

Caroline is described as having striking blonde hair that cascades down her shoulders in soft waves. Her piercing blue eyes are often described as sparkling with intelligence and curiosity.

Caroline is known for her effortlessly chic style and graceful demeanor. She carries herself with confidence and grace, exuding a sense of approachability and warmth that draws others to her.

Her features are delicate and feminine, with high cheekbones and a perfect smile that lights up her face. She often wears minimal makeup, preferring a more natural look that enhances her beauty without overpowering it.

Elena is described as having straight dark brown hair, which sets her apart from her counterpart Katherine, whose hair is curly. Elena also has dark brown eyes that seem to hold a depth of emotion within them.

It is mentioned that Elena is of Bulgarian descent, which adds a unique cultural aspect to her character. Despite their differences in heritage, Katherine and Elena share a striking resemblance to each other, often being mistaken for one another due to their doppelganger status.

Bonnie with her clear and soft light brown skin, Bonnie exudes a natural radiance that draws others in. Her long, luxurious dark brown or soft black wavy hair cascades down her shoulders, adding a touch of elegance to her overall look.

But it is Bonnie's striking green eyes that truly set her apart. They sparkle with intelligence and depth, hinting at a world of thoughts and emotions beneath the surface. Those who meet her are often captivated by the intensity of her gaze, finding it hard to look away.

Stefan Standing at a slightly above average height of around 5'11", Stefan possesses a lean, flat-muscled, and athletic physique. His toned body hints at the dedication and passion he invests in maintaining a healthy lifestyle. This physicality not only enhances his overall appeal but also suggests a certain level of endurance and strength that may come into play later in our story.

Moving on to his fashion sense, Stefan exudes an air of trendiness combined with casualness. He keeps up with the current trends without compromising his comfortable, laid-back style. Stefan is the kind of person who effortlessly pulls off a well-coordinated outfit, whether it be a crisp white t-shirt paired with faded denim jeans or a cool leather jacket and sneakers. His fashion choices reflect modern sensibilities while also maintaining a touch of relaxed sophistication. This effortless sense of style contributes to his overall charisma and appeal.

Now, let's explore a unique aspect of Stefan's appearance—a tattoo. Positioned on his right shoulder, Stefan proudly displays a beautifully inked rose. This rose symbolizes different things to him, perhaps representing love or the delicate balance between beauty and strength. It may also serve as a reminder of some significant event or person in his life, lending depth and intrigue to his character.

Among Stefan's distinctive accessories is a large, silver lapis lazuli daylight ring adorning the middle finger of his right hand.

Stefan possesses classical handsomeness intertwined with athleticism, resulting in a striking presence whenever he enters a room. His brooding nature and intense aura draw people in, leaving them intrigued by the mysteries that lie deep within his soul.

If you were to observe Stefan closely, the first thing you would notice is his pale complexion. It almost seems as though he is immersed in the mysteries of the night, his skin glowing gently in contrast. His broad forehead gracefully frames his face, accentuating his strong bone structure, particularly his angular jawline that adds a touch of masculinity to his features.

His eyes, deep-set and captivating, shimmer with the hues of a serene forest. Their rich, vibrant green color can enchant even the most indifferent of onlookers. They hold stories untold, secrets waiting to be unveiled.

A straight nose, proud and well-formed, perfectly aligns with Stefan's other features. It seems to be an extension of his enigmatic persona. Beneath this strong facial structure resides a well-shaped mouth that can curve into a heartwarming smile, one that radiates kindness and warmth when it graces his face. His straight, short, dark blonde hair is often styled with gel or spiked, adding a touch of edginess to his overall appearance.

Damon is undoubtedly a sight to behold, possessing a striking handsomeness that catches the attention of those around him. Standing at the admirable height of 5'10", he carries himself with confidence, further enhancing his allure. His well-built and toned physique speaks of a dedication to physical fitness, making it evident that he takes care of himself.

Despite his age surpassing 170 years, Damon's appearance defies the passing of time. He bears the countenance of a man in his mid-twenties, with a youthful exuberance radiating from his every expression. It is truly remarkable how his ageless charm captivates both young and old alike.

Damon's complexion is a testament to his unique beauty. A light complexion with subtle olive undertones lends an exotic touch to his overall appearance. Accentuating his facial structure are his high cheekbones, which add a touch of angularity to his features. Complementing this attribute is a solid jawline, hinting at a sense of strength and determination.

The allure of Damon's physicality extends to his hairstyle, as his dark brown hair nearly borders on black. It falls just over his ears, adopting a casually disarrayed appearance that hints at his laid-back nature. On certain occasions, however, he takes the effort to style his hair with a gel, showcasing his attention to finer details when needed.

With his striking, intense light blue eyes contrasting wonderfully against his dark eyelashes and eyebrows, Damon's appearance is one that instantly catches the eye. Often sporting a "bad boy" smile, he exudes an air of confidence that is hard to ignore.

Physically, Damon can be described as relatively athletic, tall, and strong. His well-defined muscles give him a powerful presence, making it clear that he takes care of his body. It is safe to say that many find his seductive aura quite irresistible and his attractiveness is further enhanced by his confident and alluring nature.

Considered by himself as the "eternal stud," Damon is quite aware of his magnetism and charm. This self-assured attitude only adds to his appeal, drawing both men and women alike towards his irresistible charm. He has a way of making everyone around him feel captivated and desired.

When it comes to his style, Damon's fashion choices consistently lean towards darker clothing. He often opts for black shirts, t-shirts, and boots, which perfectly complement his brooding and mysterious personality. However, he does occasionally surprise others by incorporating lighter colors into his wardrobe, showcasing his ability to adapt and experiment with different styles.

Rarely seen without his signature attire, Damon's fashion choices reflect his preference for an edgier, more alternative look. From his darkened jeans to his black trousers, his clothing reflects his taste for a slightly rebellious and enigmatic image. This carefully crafted fashion sense only adds to his overall allure and adds an air of mystery to his persona.

Damon has a remarkable fashion sense that is rarely seen without his iconic leather jackets. These jackets seem to be an inseparable part of his wardrobe, reflecting his edgy and rebellious personality. Besides, Damon confesses an affinity for the renowned clothing designer John Varvatos. Whether it's the intricate details or the cutting-edge style, Damon finds himself drawn to the creations by Varvatos, which undoubtedly adds flair to his appearance.

When it comes to special occasions like dances or significant events, Damon knows how to dress to impress. His smart attire often includes elegant tuxedos and polished dress shoes. This attention to detail demonstrates Damon's ability to adapt to different situations and reveals a hidden side that can exude charm and sophistication.

However, being a vampire comes with its own set of challenges, especially when it comes to exposure to sunlight, which can be deadly. To overcome this limitation, Damon possesses a remarkable accessory known as the lapis lazuli daylight ring. This unique ring was enchanted by the talented witch, Emily Bennett, as a means for Damon to safely traverse the daylight realm. With this magical ring, Damon can confidently walk under the sun, shielding himself from its lethal rays.

the group sat in the living room of the Salvatore boarding house, a somber mood hanging over them. Elena relayed the news about Bonnie losing her powers to the others, prompting a collective sigh of concern. Tyler, always the one to have the inside scoop, filled in the details.

"It's crazy, right?" Tyler said, shaking his head. "Clover told me that the elders stripped Bonnie of her powers because she was using them for selfish reasons."

Stefan furrowed his brow, his concern for Bonnie evident. "But she's always used her powers to protect us and help others. Why would she risk it all for personal gain?"

Caroline chimed in, a worried expression on her face. "Maybe she thought she could handle it. I mean, we all know how headstrong Bonnie can be."

Elena sighed, feeling guilty for not being able to help her friend. "We have to find a way to support Bonnie through this. She's always been there for us, it's our turn to be there for her."

The group nodded in agreement, a sense of determination washing over them. They may have lost Bonnie's powers, but they still had each other. And with their support, they knew they could help Bonnie through this difficult time.

Clover and Damon walked into the Salvatore boarding house, the wooden floors creaking beneath their feet. Stefan was sitting on the couch, his brooding gaze fixed on nothing in particular.

"When did Angel get here?" Clover asked, her eyes scanning the room.

"Who's Angel?" Stefan looked up, confusion evident on his face.

Clover chuckled. "Angel is a friend of mine from LA. He runs Angel Investigations, and he knows Buffy and the Scoobies, as well as the Charmed Ones and the Winchesters. He's even crossed paths with God and the literal Devil. Oh, and he's acquainted with the Royal Four, you know, the Roswell heroes."

Stefan raised an eyebrow, impressed. "You sure know a lot of interesting people."

Clover grinned. "Life's been quite the adventure, that's for sure. But enough about me, what's been going on in Mystic Falls?" 

Stefan sat across from Damon in the dimly lit living room , The tension between them was palpable as they both knew what needed to be discussed.

Clover Halliwell, the young witch who had stumbled into their lives, sat quietly on the couch, listening intently.

"Alright Damon, we need to talk about what happened in Mystic Falls," Stefan began, his voice firm but filled with concern.

Damon leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "Ah, Mystic Falls. So many memories, so many deaths caused by yours truly," he said nonchalantly.

Stefan's jaw clenched at his brother's callousness. "This isn't a joking matter, Damon. We need to address the past, for Clover's sake and for our own."

Damon's expression softened slightly as he turned to Clover. "Listen, sweetheart, Mystic Falls has a dark history. It's filled with pain and loss, much of it caused by me."

Clover nodded, her eyes wide with curiosity and fear. "I understand. But I need to know the truth, the whole truth."

And so the conversation continued, with Stefan and Damon recounting the horrors of Mystic Falls, the lives lost, and the mistakes made. It was a difficult and emotional discussion, but one that needed to happen.

In the end, Clover had a better understanding of the town's dark past, and the Salvatore brothers had faced their demons once again. Though the conversation had been hard, it had brought them closer together, bound by their shared history and the desire to make amends for the past.

 Clover is a 5'6" tall woman with long, wavy hair that can sometimes be curly, straight, fluffy, or messy. Her hair is naturally dark blonde, but it often looks dark or even dark brown depending on the lighting. Clover loves experimenting with different hairstyles, always on the lookout for something new and interesting.

One of Clover's most striking features is her piercing blue eyes, which seem to hold a sense of mystery and depth. Her slim body type and pale skin complexion give her an ethereal and delicate appearance, adding to her enigmatic charm.

As the peaceful town of Mystic Falls prepared for Easter, the streets were filled with a sense of anticipation and reverence. The church bells rang out in a rhythmic pattern, calling the faithful to gather for the Good Friday service.

Inside the small church, the priest stood at the pulpit, his deep voice resonating through the sanctuary as he read passages from the Bible. The congregation listened attentively, their faces reflecting a mixture of solemnity and devotion.

The sun streamed in through the stained glass windows, casting a warm glow over the wooden pews and ornate altar. The smell of incense lingered in the air, adding to the sense of sanctity that filled the space.

Outside, the town bustled with activity as people hurried to complete their preparations for the holiday. Storefronts were adorned with colorful Easter decorations, and children ran through the streets, their laughter echoing off the brick buildings.

But amidst the hustle and bustle, there was an underlying tension that seemed to hang in the air. Rumors of strange happenings in the nearby woods had been circulating, and some whispered of a dark presence that was stirring beneath the surface of the town.

Clover stood in front of Ric, her heart pounding in her chest as she faced the demon that had taken hold of him. She knew she had to act fast before the demon could harm anyone else.

"I know you're Wiccan," Ric hissed, his eyes filled with malice as he took a step closer to her.

Without hesitation, Clover grabbed the vial of holy water she had stashed in her pocket and threw it at Ric. He let out a blood-curdling scream as the water made contact with his skin, causing him to recoil in pain.

As the demon writhed inside Ric's body, Clover began reciting the exorcism chant she had memorized. The words flowed effortlessly from her lips, filling the room with a sense of power and determination.

Ric's head snapped back, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as the demon struggled to hold on. But Clover was relentless, channeling all of her energy into banishing the evil presence from his body.

And then, in a swirl of black smoke, the demon was gone. Ric fell to the ground, panting and exhausted as he returned to himself, free from the evil that had taken hold of him.

Clover let out a sigh of relief, knowing that she had successfully sent the demon back to hell where it belonged. But she also knew that this was just the beginning of her battles against the darkness that lurked in the shadows. And she was prepared to fight until the very end.

Ric sat at the bar inside Mystic Grill, nursing his drink and trying to make sense of the events of the past few days. He had woken up in his bed after being passed out for what felt like ages, only to discover a strange tattoo on his arm.

Damon slid onto the next barstool, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well, what have we here?" he taunted, eyeing the tattoo on Ric's arm.

Ric looked up at him, a mix of confusion and concern written on his face. "I have no idea how it got there," he admitted. "I woke up with it after being unconscious for days."

Damon raised an eyebrow, a knowing glint in his eyes. "That's an antipossession tattoo," he explained. "It's meant to protect you from supernatural forces, specifically possession by demonic entities."

Ric felt a shiver run down his spine at the revelation. "But why would I need protection from that?" he questioned, trying to wrap his head around the idea of supernatural threats.

Damon leaned closer, his voice lowering to a whisper. "You never know what forces are at play in this town," he warned. "It's better to be safe than sorry."

As Ric pondered Damon's words, a sense of unease settled in his stomach. The world he thought he knew had suddenly become a lot more complicated, and he realized that he would have to tread carefully from now on.

Clover sat at the table with Stefan, Caroline, and Elena at the Mystic Grill. The atmosphere was light and cheerful, as they chatted about their days and caught up on each other's lives. Bonnie was off visiting her mother in the next town over, so it was just the four of them enjoying each other's company.

Caroline, Elena, Stefan, and Clover were having a great time at the Mystic Grill. They laughed and joked as they ate and drank, enjoying each other's company. Mrs. Lockwood was busy with the event she was hosting, leaving the group to enjoy their evening.

As they chatted, the conversation flowed easily between them. They talked about their lives, their friends, and their plans for the future. Caroline shared funny stories about her latest antics, earning laughs from the rest of the group. Elena talked about her latest art project, while Stefan and Clover discussed their favorite music.

Despite the hustle and bustle of the restaurant around them, the group was completely engrossed in each other's company. They were happy to be with people who understood and supported them, and who made them laugh until their sides hurt.

As the night went on, the conversation turned to deeper topics. They discussed their hopes and dreams, their fears and insecurities. They opened up to each other in a way they hadn't before, forming a stronger bond between them.

[vintagepresley]

This isn’t Elvis or Austin related, but it’s fanfic related. Anytime I see that damn video of Ian Somerhalder reading Damon fanfic, I just want to crawl outside of my body because it’s so cringy. Hearing fanfic out loud I’m like god no.

But also it was the way he was reading it that made it so cringe. Now if Paul Wesley was reading it that would be a different story because that man eats that shit up. He’s basically Silas/Damon in real life.

[angelfiredpod]

THE RULES OF ATTRACTION

[justlulu]

He’s got Klaus’ lips and Damon’s eyes. It can’t get better than that.

Oh but it can, he also has the cheekbones. GOD!

[margaretencinos]

This is very vague but there’s a bamon fic on ao3 where damon realizes he’s in love with bonnie and starts getting awkward and clammed up around her, to the point that he has to ask stefan for advice. I thought i bookmarked it but i can’t find it, does anybody have a link/know what fic i’m talking about?

[writtenbywings]

Life After Forever

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Elena Gilbert

Summary: [A continuation following the finale] "After our long and happy life together..." — including small snippets of everything in between. Damon and Elena live after forever.

Chapter word count: 1.5k words

Link: Life After Forever

Type: Fluffy Romance

CH.1 - THE HONEYMOON

It had been a few weeks after the wedding, and under the blistering reign of the sun, Elena was writing on the page of a new journal— something she had been gifted in the reception.

"—though after the boat ride into Venice," the page read, gliding off the end of one and beginning upon the lip of another, "we spent little to no time in unpacking, rushing down to see the sunset before our night truly began. We drank wine. Correction. I drank wine and Damon plied me with bottles I'd never heard of before. We made love under the stars… and then we fell asleep on the terrace, weeks away from moving onto the next destination, and a month into our extensive honeymoon. Half a year of travelling together before I was to begin school, and before he began his business… We're in a utopia of bliss."

Elena swept her pen across the finishing lip of the page, her silver ring glistening under the cloudless sky—its diamond hot and heavy on her finger. She had to admit, even if it wasn't aloud, that this has been the happiest she had ever been… before Stefan, even before the death of her parents.

It felt shameful to even whisper, up there in the quiet, unheard part of her brain. Though here, on the balcony leading over the many buildings in Italy—her past so far gone it could barely see her—she felt a burst of warmth in her heart that had been dead for so long.

There was a rattle on the door, and the chain came loose, Damon entering their small apartment with a twinge of unhappiness on his face. Elena placed her pen in the crease of the diary, raising to stand.

"What's wrong?" She asked, the ends of her hair—now growing at an alarming rate, as long as it had been in the beginning—blowing in the light breeze.

"My back hurts." He shook his head, as if the notion itself bothered him. There were many things Damon didn't enjoy about being human, and the slightest ache or twinge of age, or of weakness, would irritate him.

Elena came in from outside, her bare feet hot against the tiles, her hands extended to him. His eyes softened as they saw her, though the displeasure was still pulling on his lips that so often were amused.

"Let me see." She insisted, and touched him by the shoulder.

Damon hissed, and yanked his upper body away. She stared in alarm.

He stalked off into the bathroom and yanked his shirt over his head, revealing a spread of red, burnt skin. His back practically a warning sign of 'what not to do when visiting a foreign country'. It made her heart ache to see his ignorance, his dumbfounded expression as she told him.

"What do you mean burnt?"

"You need to apply sunscreen whilst we're in these places. You're human now. Your skin is going to shrivel like a raisin."

He blinked, his face a shade of pink and brown she'd never seen him have before, his eyes even more bluer than they ever had been.

(Hail the blue!)

"I didn't know human skin was so… sensitive. I thought it took a lot more than a few hours in the sun."

"Your skin isn't used to it. Here, come lay down."

"No. It's too painful."

"On your stomach. I have some cream in my bag."

He eyed her in the mirrored reflection of the bathroom. "Will that work?"

"It will make the skin not so… raw. We'll have to get some Greek yogurt at the market."

"What?" He exclaimed.

"Relax." Elena whispered with the hint of a smile, taking him by the arm and leading him to the bed. He took off his shorts and splayed out, the muscles in his arms bulging and back (despite being crisp red) toned under the glow of the sun. He hadn't combed his hair in months and there was a boyishness about him that made her stomach ache, yearning for him in ways that didn't exist before.

Elena pushed the hair off of her shoulders and squirted some cream into her hands, drifting to the bed where he laid with every intention of knocking himself out if it got worse.

She kneeled, sitting lightly upon the backs of his thighs, taking the first spread at his back. He gritted his teeth, though released no sound, his pain threshold having gained some strength points over the years. Having your neck snapped, being starved, and burned alive in hell was only the tip of the iceberg. Though he had to give it to these humans. Being sensitive to every woe of the world was sure a bitch.

Elena grazed her hands over his back, and then blew some cold air onto the tender flesh, trying not to grin as he released a groan of satisfaction. She stopped, and bent down to press her soft lips onto his shoulder blades, parting her mouth to exude more breath as she travelled down his spine.

"Stop that," he said, with honest aggravation, "or I'm going to need to lay on my back for something else."

Elena flushed red and lifted from the bed, collecting her purse from the terrace.

"I'm going to head over grocery store to get you some yogurt. I'll be back in a bit."

"No. Stay. I'll be fine."

"We're both human now, remember? No damsel in distress, no protecting one over the other. I can take care of myself. Rest up."

He turned his head to watch her, idling the way she slipped those jewelled sandals onto her feet and collected the keys from the bowl beside the door. He loved her. God. He loved her.

She turned back to flash him a smile, and then disappeared down the hall.

...........

"You're getting what?"

"Yogurt."

"What will that do?"

"Has no one heard of this? Greek yogurt takes the sting out of sunburn."

"You're insane."

Elena grinned, placing a pot into her shopping cart, pushing it all the way to the sweet aisle.

"Where are you now?"

"I'm in Puerto Rico, fulfilling another long-lost wish of Enzo's. He wanted to take me here after Paris."

Elena half-smiled, only imagining what the unbearable pain must feel like to lose someone like that. Like Damon. She couldn't imagine doing this trip alone.

"He had expensive taste. How many cocktails have you had?"

"Um… this is my seventh." Bonnie laughed, and it sounded good. Elena could imagine her on the beach, one of those ridiculous floppy hats keeping the sun out of her eyes, a collection of glasses beside her lounger and the ocean just in reach. It fuelled her heart knowing they got to live through their lives together. It was the way it was meant to be.

"Give him my best, will you." Bonnie then said after some time. "And tell him I'll see him in a month, when you two travel over to the Caribbean… that will give him some heat in his food."

Elena laughed, and promised she'd send the message over, her hand currently barging in a thousand cookies a minute into her shopping cart. They hung up with smiles on their faces, and Elena went over to the counter to pay… seeing something sitting just beside the till. She picked that up too and paid for it, without thinking.

Not for now… just for the future, she reminded herself.

Elena left a moment later and returned to the hotel to find Damon asleep, his hand (still sporting the wedding ring) extended over her pillow, the sun setting, his cologne on their sheets.

She decided not to wake him up, and crept over to the bed where she lifted his arm, placing it around her shoulders. She watched him, and his fluffy eyebrows that always seemed to be aimed downwards, and his lips that were pulled, and his face that was so unbearably handsome. She leant forward and kissed him, just lightly, and whispered with every ounce of emotion in her voice, "I love you."

He snored in reply, though pulled her closer out of sleeping instinct.

The pregnancy test remained in her bag.

[roma-northr]

MY THOUGHTS ON TVDU SHIPS

While trying to write for my unfinished fanfics, I think I feel the need to reorganize my opinions on certain relationships on the show/shows of the TVDU. I’m aware nobody asked for my input, this post is purely to indulge myself and get my thoughts out of my head. These are only my opinions on these ships, I’m not trying to say that anyone should share them or agree with them.

Here goes 🌪️

Stefan/Elena: Very first love type of relationship, I can see the vision. But as with many of the Stefan ships, I don’t find it very interesting. I love the romance and the fact they’re so tender with one another. I wouldn’t have been surprised if they had been endgame instead of Delena - it could’ve gone either way for me and I would’ve been okay with it.

Damon/Elena: While I was watching the show I became bewitched by Ian Somerhalder as Damon and his and Nina’s chemistry. I was sold and continue to be, what can I say? Also, I tend to like the older brother-coded characters better. Loved that he was often unhinged and that he was so so desperate for Elena.

Klaus/Caroline: Yes, of course. I love the dynamic, it’s my kind of trope 100%. I wish the writers had given them more, gave them a chance to truly develop their relationship. But the chemistry!!! Amazing I think. There was so much wasted potential - I suppose that’s why I enjoy writing about them so much. And I get why people like other Klaus ships better, so many of his other relationships had More of everything, screen time included. No matter, I fell in love with them through their counted scenes together.

Bonnie/Damon: Oh I wanted to see them happen so badly. I was extremely disappointed that the writers weren’t braver about them. Still, their friendship was one of the things I enjoyed the most about the show. And I do think that Bonnie would’ve been better for him than Elena, she brought out the best in Damon.

Klaus/Camille: When I started watching The Originals I was angry that Camille even existed, it seemed to me that the writers were trying to replace Caroline in Klaus’ new world. But then I realized that Caroline’s and Camille’s similarities began and ended with the color of their hair. Actually, I quite like Camille as a character and her and Klaus’ relationship. I was gutted when they killed her off. I feel like their love was very pure and grew so naturally over time.

Stefan/Caroline: It came out of fucking nowhere I feel like. To me, it was very obvious that the writers were trying to pair off whoever was left and they were just there. I like them much better as friends because I never got any romantic/sexual chemistry from their scenes together, even when they were officially a couple. It did feel like Caroline was second best to Elena for Stefan with how and when they wrote their romance.

Elijah/Hayley: I loved that they were clearly so important to one another BUT I always thought that the writers were imposing the idea of them on us even when they weren’t the best suited for each other. I don’t know, I wanted to love their relationship but they never made me feel anything. Very plain, got ZERO excitement from them.

Bonnie/Enzo: Idk, one of the things I hate when introducing a new couple to a show is when the writers deprive the audience of the process of their falling in love. Maybe I’d like them better if they hadn’t already been so established after the time jump. The flashbacks were sweet and made my indifference fade a bit, but still. Bonnie deserved to have a real love story shown.

Caroline/Tyler or Caroline/Matt: Hate these two ships simply because I don’t like Tyler or Matt as characters AT ALL.

Hayley/Klaus: Now, these two... the writers completely failed them. There was SO MUCH POTENTIAL. I was never sure whether there was ever any intention of making them happen or if their having sex was only a device to create the plot for The Originals. In the show, they have so many moments that could be read as flirting and pining, and that’s why I’m convinced there was something more than just friendship with them, I really wanted it to be there. Recently I read a post about the cast talking about a love triangle in season 1 between Klaus, Hayley, and Elijah and I SEE IT, but I guess the writers were (wrongly) convinced Elijah was it for her. I think this is one of the few ships that I adore equally as platonic or romantic. I’ll remain disappointed for eternity about this failure to launch. Maybe I’ll write about them in the future - it’s extremely likely.

Well, all this to say, I think I enjoyed most of these ships to a certain capacity while watching the show. It’s fair to say they all had their moments all thanks to the incredible actors playing them.

Conclusion: I would read and write fanfiction about all of them under the right circumstances. 🕯️🕯️

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Heyyy 😏

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

I usually stick with the characters that come easily to me. Lately I had trouble writing Dumbledore - who used to come to me more easily back when I was first writing. Maybe because I was writing Golden Trio era.

🎬 If a movie or show were based on your fic, which fic would you choose and who would you fancast?

Oooh this is a hard one! I'd like to see a fic with shenanigans - maybe Scandalous would be a fun one! But that means that I have to cast Sirius and that's an impossible business! 😅 I've got his face so clear in my head but it doesn't correspond to any real people! Maybe someone like Ian Somerhalder? And it's even harder to cast Lily. You know what? I'll play Lily myself.

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

Jily dying, obviously! All the bad things started from there.

I would add that Lilypad/Jilypad should be canon, but we don't have any evidence that it's not.

Fanfic writer ask game here!

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Fluff = ♡

Angst = □

Hurt/Comfort = ☆

Smut = ♧

Other = ◇

Oneshots

Apologise ♧

Drabbles

Period Sex ♧

Look At you ♧

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