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Imagine: Four playing matchmaker for you and Eric when you both go to him for love advice.

Request: @vampire2018 “Hey I have a request of a Eric x reader oneshot. Maybe Eric has really strong feelings for the reader and gets really desperate, so he goes to Four for relationship advice. The reader feels the same about Eric and goes to Four for help as well. They end up together and like has a really fluffy ending. Thank you so much, hopefully this wasn’t too confusing.” 

A/N: For the sake of this imagine, let’s just pretend that Four and Eric didn’t want to rip each others’ throats out...

Eric’s POV

God, she’s so perfect, I think as Y/N walks past me, Stop it Eric! You’re the fucking leader of Dauntless, stop letting her get to you like that!

“Eric,” She nods in greeting.

I just stare at her for a moment, but I quickly regain my composure, “Y/N.”

She gives me a strange look before going off to help the initiates. I groan internally, Y/N L/N, the only girl who can make me look like an absolute idiot, just by saying my name.

“Eric...Eric?!” Four waves his hand in front of my face. How long have been standing here like this?

“What?”

“I said, Y/N can take care of the initiates for the rest of the day, we should discuss rankings.”

“Right...” I nod. I make my way towards the door, and Four follows me.

After discussing rankings in my office for about an hour, Four finally asks, “So what’s with you and Y/N? Is there something going on between you two?”

“Why does it matter to you?” I ask irritably.

“I just see you two staring at each other as if you’re madly in love. I was just wondering,” He shrugs.

“Well, there’s absolutely nothing going on,” I groan.

“But you wish there was don’t you?” He asks. I nod reluctantly.

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not really good when it comes to feelings. Could you...um...maybe,” I gesture with my hands, not wanting to finish the question.

“Is the great Eric really asking for my advice?” He chuckles.

“Shut up,” I sneer.

“Alright, since you asked so kindly,” Four rolls his eyes sarcastically, “Meet me here, right after dinner, at 9:00 pm.”

Four’s POV

Eric agrees to meet me and I leave his office. I take out my phone and send a text to Y/N:

Hey, change of plans. Eric is making me work on paperwork all night but he was kind enough to led me is office. Meet me here at 9, then we’ll talk.

Y/N had come to me yesterday; she confessed her crush on Eric and asked me for love advice. This could be the perfect chance.

Sure thing Four, thanks again! :)

Y/N’s POV

You walked up the stair and opened the door to Eric’s office. You noticed Four sitting on the chair with his back turned as you closed the door.

“Alright, tell me, what do I do?” Your eyes widen at the sound of the voice -that’s definitely not Four.

When you don’t respond he spins around, “Y/N?! Fuck, I knew I shouldn’t have trusted Four.”

“Me neither,” You mutter under your breath, “Wait, why shouldn’t you have trusted Four...?”

“Um-he-I-er he,” Eric stutters, you look at him questioningly. Eric, the Eric, just stuttered, what’s going on?

You sigh and walk up to him knowing he’s not going to say anything. You were here, so you might as well just tell him what you’ve been trying to tell him for ages. You stop right in front of him, “Eric, there’s something I need to tell you. I talked to Four and that’s why he sent me in here.”

“Wait you talked to Four? About me?” Eric smirks and steps closer, causing you to blush.

“Hold on, you talked to him too didn’t you, that’s why he has us locked up in here?” You question smugly.

He steps closer, backing you against a wall, “What did you tell him Y/N?”

“What did you tell him?”

“I think you know sweetheart,” He smirk, leaning close enough to allow you to smell the mixture of cinnamon and coffee on his breath.

“As do you,” You try to keep the same suave attitude as him, but you just couldn’t. Your knees were weak from the proximity and his words.

Without saying anything else, he pressed his lips against yours and kissed you passionately. He finally pulls away. You are thankful for the wall behind you and Eric’s arms that are holding you up, without them, your legs probably would’ve given up on you.

“Th-that was...” You can’t manage to form words.

He chuckles, “I never thought I’d see you at a loss for words.”

You open your mouth, but quickly close it again, not wanting to embarrass yourself, and he smirks and continues, “Well, I need to finish up with my work, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You nod, before making your way towards the door. As you turn the corner, you see Four leaning against the wall. He smirks when he sees you, “So? How did it go?”

“Fuck you Four,” You try to sound angry, but you can’t keep the giddiness out of your voice.

“I’ll take that as, it went well,” He chuckles.

End.

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*Requested* The Salvatore´s have a younger sister who is close to both of them but gravitated more to Damon. She get´s attacked by one group of Damon´s enemies and dies from her wounds and Damon avenges her death against Stefan´s better judgement

Characters: Damon x Sister!Reader, Damon x Stefan

Story Title: “Forgive me”

Warnings: reader death, gore (if you count rummaging around in someone's chest as gore that is) grief and angst, a few glimpses of Salvatore affection,

Word count: 987

A/N: I accidentally deleted the initial request so if a few things differ from it I apologize. But I do remember it was from @thefaultinourpies .  Also, I left the attackers that killed the sister pretty vague so you can fill in the gaps yourself if you so, please.

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When Damon heard you scream it was already too late. The house was already infiltrated, the weapons already fired.

Damon speeds into the room just as the attackers fled. It was a group of 5, armed to the teeth and Damon knows them well. One of the many enemies he made since he came back to Mystic Falls.

You were simply outmatched and the element of surprise didn't play in your favour either.

“No no no. Y/N!”  He rushes to your side, letting them go pulling out the stake as carefully but swiftly as he can. The attackers have to wait.

“There's a splinter still-”

Without hesitation he plunged his hand into the closing wound, searching for the splinter before it can pierce your heart.

“D-Damon...I…” You stop as the splinter´s tip already scratches your heart. There is no way he could reach it before it's too late.

“Hold on, I almost got it.” His forehead is wrinkled in concentration and with the agony he knows will soon overcome him, but he's still searching, not giving up for a second.

“Listen to me,” You struggle to form words, the numbness already creeping up your feet “I love you. T-tell Stefan…”

“You can tell him that yourself. Just hold on. Please hold on.”

But there is no time. Your hand falls from his shoulder, the pigments of your skin greying.

“No!” Damon screams out and beats his balled fist against the wooden flooring, the bones cracking.

Soon his anger turned to overwhelming grief and he falls back, his knees too weak to hold him up. There is nothing but silence as tears stain his skin until the front door opens with a crash rolling down his face. He couldn't remember what crying felt like.

The front door opens with a crash, Stefan rushing through lead by the smell of blood. Your blood.

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Shadows settle on your freshly covered grave, the sunlight pressing through the leaves, dancing on the soil.

Damon sits on the stone stairs leading up to the back door, an almost empty bourbon bottle next to him.

He can still feel your blood on his hands, the blood he spilled with his actions. There's a lump in his throat, present with the overwhelming grief he never thought he would have to endure.

The knuckles on his fingers turn white with the force he´s gripping the glass in his hand, the diffusing sunlight dancing in the translucent glass as flashes of you through the deceased cloud his vision.  How did it come to this? How could he have been so careless?

It should´ve been him impaled on that stake. Not you.

He shatters the glass with his hand the glass splitters piercing his flesh. But he doesn't even feel it. The grief of losing you, the one, besides his brother he swore to protect at all costs is too much.

He has to make this right or at least try to lessen the pain the only way he knows how. Murder. Lots and lots of bloody revenge murder.

He rips the shards out of his bleeding hand, the wounds already closing as he turns around, ready to fight everyone that stands in his way.

But instead of an enemy, Stefan stands there in the doorway, his eyes bloodshot from crying. He stepped into the door right when you took your last breath. If he'd only arrived sooner.

“Get out of my way.” Damon brushes past him, colliding with his shoulder. He doesn't have time for his brother's newly found peacekeeper approach.

Sometimes blood must be answered with blood.

He expected Stefan to yell after him, to tell him how revenge won´t give him any peace and how he's not thinking straight, but instead, Stefan rests his hand on his shoulder, and Damon stops immediately, facing him. Stefan doesn´t hesitate to pull him into a hug.

It's a rare occasion for them, sharing affection, but when they do it's almost as if past grievances are laid to rest, at least for that brief second.

“You can't do this,” Stefan says and releases him from his arms.

“They killed Y/N, Stefan!” He says, loudly yet with an unsteady voice “They killed her and I want- I need them dead. You´re not gonna stop me.”

“I said you can't do this.” Stefan replies firmly “Not alone anyway.”

Damon looks at him, surprised. He knows that Stefan loved you as much as he did, and even though both struggled to show affection as it is the normality in your family, still, he did not expect his brother to share is plan for murder.

“We're in this together.” Stefan adds “For Y/N.”

“For Y/N.” Damon repeats on the verge of crying once again.

Stefan goes on to lay out his elaborate and forcefully brutal plan but Damon isn't listening. Only the prospect of working with his brother to avenge your death puts him closer to being at ease. And even though he will recover from losing you, having Stefan finally by his side once more makes it bearable.

He only hoped you would be here to witness that reunion too.

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[justfangstvdto]

Imagine being a Ripper yourself and you stumble across a stranger who seems to share your insatiable hunger.

Story Title: “Murder for two”

Characters: Ripper!Stefan x Ripper!Reader (female), numerous random people *cough* victims *cough*

Warnings: murderously violent. Contains blood pretty much everywhere, murder, corpses, and other possibly disturbing things. 

Word Count: 1269

A/N: I toned this down a little bit in my rewrite, so it´s not as crazy as it was, but it just wouldn´t have worked out that way. Also, this idea sounded so much better in my head,  I hope it´s still enjoyable! And maybe I will continue this at some pointif you want me to, maybe with people from either Stefan´s or the readers past showing up. We´ll see  As always, Feedback is welcomed and appreciated

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It is a terribly stereotypical Friday night in a small town in Virginia. Teenagers are out and about searching for something to believe in while they stagger unsteadily along the paved sidewalks, either from intoxication or sleepiness. Or both.

But among those lost souls, there are creatures lurking in the shadows, eyes always watching, always stalking, always waiting.

The streetlamps burn through the cloak of the fog, reflecting their light on the bright colored hood of sportscar. The road ahead of you is empty and lonely, the only comfort is the loud shuddering of yet another song without a melody that pulsates through the speaker. There is just you, the music and the lonesome road - and headless corpses in the backseat.

Your eyes catch a young couple heading towards a bar, the name Mystic Grill burning bright through a glass window. The male plants a soft kiss on the female's hair and she blushes, clutching his hand tighter.

Oh, young love……..how disgusting.

You bring your borrowed car to a hold around the corner, away from prying eyes. You don't want to scare potential meals away. Even though a runner is always exciting.

The leather seats squeak slightly as you exit the car, sticking your head through the open window. The blood coming from your passengers has already spread over the entire joined backseat, dipping the unfortunate white leather in red.

“No funny business back here while I'm gone, alright? Don´t want to stain the backseat, now do we?” You wink at them, even though you left any part that would allow them to wink back a few miles down the road on a white picket fence of a very unfortunate citizen.

You swing open the Grill´s door, stepping into a pool of blood on the hardwood floors.

Blood pooling on the hardwood floor, as well blood splatters over the wall. Someone definitely had some bloody fun in here.

There is a faint sound heard from further into the building and you round the edged corner, coming face to face with a fellow vampire. He senses your presence and in his blood haze, he fails to recognize your - well - dead state and quickly wraps his hands around your throat, expecting to take a bite.  

“Ah ah ah, I don't think so.” You flip his wrist and pin him against the nearby wall, his bloodstained neck firm in your hands. He seemed to be surprised by your superior strength, his eyes wide as drops of blood fall from his mouth, decorating your covered arms.

You release him and turn on your heels and make your way towards the bar, hopping over a few dozen people on the ground. You stop and collect a shiny ring from one of the victims, and put it on your own hand. A girl can't have enough jewelry, right?

You grab a bottle from behind the counter, taking in the whole scene in front of you,  “Impressive work you've done here. Love the new color.”

“Who are you?” The stranger asks, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.

“Name´s Y/N.” You knock down a shot of whatever booze you grabbed from the bar “How about you, handsome?”

“Stefan. Stefan Salvatore.”

“I would say it´s a pleasure to meet you, Stefan, but since you spoiled my fun I'm not sure it is.”

“Fun, huh” He cocks his eyebrow as he shortens the space between you and leans against the bar “Most women, vampire or not, wouldn't call this fun.”

“But doesn't that revoke every instance we have?I” You slide a glass over the counter, filling it to the brim “I mean that´s what we do, isn't it? We eat people.”

“Something tells me you enjoy much more than just, uh, eating them.t You're like me aren't you? A ripper?” He asks, before nipping on the drink.

“No.” You shake your head “I´m much worse. Unlike other rippers, I extend the play with my food. I don't just drain them dry. Where would be the fun in that? ”

Faint heartbeats, maybe four or five heartbeats are heard from outside. It seems another meal is being delivered right now.

“You up for a little game?” You ask and Stefan nods instantly, curious what kind of game you have in store.

The sound of darts rushing through the air followed, accompanied by the decreasing heart rate of your meal fills the crowded room. Your legs are draped over Stefan's lap, his snack already dead at his feet, yours almost drained as well.

“Mhmm, this one was delicious.” You retract your fangs from your victim's almost ripped-off neck and push her on the floor, her head rolling to the side.

“How´s it going over there, friends?”You look over to the remaining people of the group, who are occupied with the dart game you assigned them to, but they don't bother to answer.

“Hey!” Stefan calls out and speeds over to the male of the remaining snacks you both will consume soon enough “Y/N asked you a question!”

“Sorry uh. we're done.”

Uh!” You jump up from where you were sitting, clapping your hand together with excitement “Tell me my friends, who won?”

“I did.” The girl raises her hand.

“Congrats! You get to choose who lives.You or your friend.” You explain to the shaking young lady. Stefan watches your every move a few feets away with adoration and excitement.

“I…”The girl shares a worried glance with her male friend, both of their hearts deliciously pumping with fear. It´s music to your ears “I c-choose me.”

“What?! How can you do this to me?!” Her friend calls out, the betrayal and fear visibly covering his face.

“Well well well. Self-preservation instinct. How very predictable.” You share a glance with Stefan, who seems to be enjoying your show very much.

“I think we have to be equally predictable in return, don't you agree Stefan?”

“Only seems fair, Y/N.” Stefan shrugs.

“Perfect.” You turn your attention to your trembling friends, your veins darkening. “Surprise surprise. You both die.”

The guy takes off running first but doesn't get too far, your firm hands yanking his head to the side, breaking his neck instantly, followed by your sharp teeth breaking his skin.

The screams of Stefan´s victim fill the room, but quickly fall silent as he bites her neck several times. His meal drops on the floor several minutes later, as does yours, drained of every last drop of blood.

Through the blood-haze, you turn to look at each other, blood dripping from your mouths, your veins still laced with darkness. When your lips collide, the savory yet sweet blood of your victims mixes together. Stefan lifts you up and speeds to the counter trailing bloody kisses down your neck while you tug at his shirt. You unbutton the first buttons before you impatiently rip it open, the buttons joining the dozen corpses on the floor…..

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