You accidentally start a prank war with one of the Salvatore brothers and Kol Mikaelson, and things escalate way out of control. It starts with something harmless—switching Damon’s bourbon with iced tea—but soon, furniture is missing, hair dye is involved, and someone might get locked in a coffin.
It all started as an innocent joke—at least, that’s how you tried to convince yourself. Damon had just poured himself a glass of his favorite bourbon, settling into the couch with that signature smirk plastered across his face. You couldn’t help but notice the bottle sitting on the counter, a little too full for someone who supposedly drank as much as Damon did.
You had a flash of brilliance—or perhaps it was pure mischief. Switch it with iced tea. He’d never see it coming, and it would be hilarious.
So, while Damon was busy texting someone, you swapped out the bourbon with the iced tea. You had no idea what kind of pandemonium it would cause.
At first, everything went perfectly. Damon took a gulp, his usual cocky grin fading into a confused frown. "What the hell is this?" he muttered, setting the glass down with a mix of disbelief and mild disgust. You could barely keep a straight face as you tried to act innocent, eyes wide in faux concern.
"What’s wrong, Damon? It’s your favorite drink, right?" you teased.
"Favorite drink? This is the worst thing I’ve ever tasted!" He immediately spit the iced tea out and glared at you, but you could tell the wheels were already turning in his mind. He was plotting. You had made your first move in a prank war, but you had no idea how badly you were about to regret it.
Before you could even step away, Damon’s lips curled into a devilish grin. "You’re going to regret this," he warned, but you only laughed. It was harmless, right?
Wrong.
The next morning, you woke up to find your wardrobe ransacked. Your favorite sweater? Gone. Your boots that you’d been saving for months? Missing. Your phone? Nowhere to be found. You hunted high and low for the things that were rightfully yours, but Damon had already set his traps in motion.
"Ha! You think you can prank me and get away with it?" Damon smirked as you found him lounging in the living room, looking far too pleased with himself. "You’re not the only one who can have some fun, sweetheart."
You were furious, but something inside you clicked. This wasn’t just about missing items anymore. You were in this now, and you were not about to let Damon win without a fight.
And thus, the real war began.
You dyed Damon’s hair while he was napping. Sure, it wasn’t an ideal moment for a hair makeover, but you’d taken all the necessary precautions—he wouldn’t notice until it was too late. The next time he saw himself in the mirror, his hair was a bright shade of purple. You stifled a laugh as he stormed into the room, looking like a pissed-off Easter egg.
"Damn it, Y/n!" he shouted, running a hand through his now-purple locks. "You better sleep with one eye open, because you just crossed a line."
You leaned back in your chair, grinning like a mischievous child. "What? Purple’s a good color on you."
His glare could’ve melted stone, but before he could retaliate, you noticed Stefan walking into the room, raising an eyebrow. "What’s going on here?"
Before you could respond, Damon’s eyes gleamed with a new idea, and his expression softened. "I think it’s time to recruit someone into this prank war," he said, turning toward his brother. "Are you in, Stefan?"
Stefan sighed, clearly not wanting to be dragged into this, but you could tell he was secretly amused. "I have better things to do," he muttered.
"Oh, come on, Stefan. You can’t stay neutral forever," Damon grinned.
So, Stefan reluctantly joined the ranks of pranksters. But it didn’t end there—no, it was Kol who made it absolutely chaotic. The Mikaelson brother was always eager for a little chaos, and when he caught wind of the prank war, he jumped right in.
With Kol, things escalated quickly.
The first big move was during a house party at the Salvatore mansion. The whole house was buzzing with music, laughter, and the occasional threat of something worse. Kol, in his usual dramatic fashion, decided it was the perfect time to get everyone involved. While you were in the middle of a conversation with Bonnie, Kol sneaked up behind you and poured glitter into your hair. You didn’t realize it at first, until Stefan—always the observant one—whispered, "Uhh, you might want to check your hair."
It was covered in glitter. Everywhere. And you knew Kol was behind it.
It wasn’t just glitter, though. Oh no. Kol had begun a systematic disappearance of furniture. The next time you entered the living room, the coffee table, lamps, and chairs were nowhere to be found. "I swear to God, if my couch is missing next—"
Your couch was gone.
This was Kol’s work, without a doubt. You tried to track down where the furniture had gone, but it was Kol’s perfect hide-and-seek game. He didn’t just take your items; he hid them. You found your couch in the middle of the woods. Your lamps in the basement. And your favorite chair? It was on the roof of the Salvatore house.
You realized you were no longer in control of the prank war; it had gone completely off the rails.
Kol then pulled the ultimate stunt: he locked you inside a coffin. Sure, you had heard rumors of how Kol loved to be dramatic, but now you were trapped in one of the ancient burial coffins hidden in the Salvatore cellar. The small space was a bit too much—your mind racing as you banged on the lid, demanding to be freed. But it wasn’t until you heard Damon’s chuckles above you that you realized you were in a real predicament.
"Gotcha," Damon said, clearly enjoying the show. "Now, what’s it going to take for you to admit I’ve won?"
You didn’t know how long you’d been in the coffin—minutes? Hours?—but you weren’t going to give them the satisfaction of hearing you beg. With every ounce of your remaining patience, you pried the coffin open, finally seeing the light again. You emerged, disheveled, with your hair a mess and your cheeks flushed with frustration.
"That’s it," you declared, dusting yourself off. "Game on, boys."
By now, the prank war had moved from mildly annoying to blatantly dangerous. You plotted your final move. It involved the entirety of the Salvatore mansion, a vast amount of saran wrap, and a very large quantity of whipped cream. By the time Damon, Stefan, and Kol walked into the mansion that evening, they were met with an unpleasant surprise—every inch of the house was wrapped in plastic. The walls, the furniture, the stairs—everything.
As they stood in the foyer, staring in shock, you appeared at the top of the stairs, holding a massive tub of whipped cream. "This is the final move," you declared dramatically, as Kol looked at you in amusement and Stefan chuckled, realizing he was caught in the middle of this insanity.
Damon’s face was priceless as he stared at the chaos you’d orchestrated. "I think... you’ve officially won," he said with an exaggerated sigh, clearly impressed.
But as the three of them slowly began to accept defeat, you couldn’t help but laugh. The war might have been over—for now—but in Mystic Falls, nothing stayed calm for long. You had made your mark, and you knew you’d be hearing about this prank war for the rest of your life.
Requested by the wonderful @loganhendandstefansalvatore4ever.
Notes: Sorry if this sucks but I haven’t been feeling quite good lately and sorry for not having your personal name included, hope you like it anyways.
Summary: Y/N throws a Christmas party at her place like always but this year something changes...
Prompt: “Is this mistletoe?” “Shut up and kiss me.”
The clingy red dress sparkled in the darkned room like a chandelier made of the most precious diamonds: it had a décolleté that cut its way from her neck to the lowest part of her chest, the skirt fell under her knees and the material was following her graceful movements as she walked throughout the room, cheerfully smiling at every person she locked eyes with.
Christmas was the best time of the year for Y/N.
Every 25th december night she threw the same party and every student in Mystic Falls had to be there, literally no one could miss the chance to participate at the most popular event of the whole school period. Even Caroline Forbes, consumed by anger and jealously, was always present, trying to win the title of “The Best Dress”, yet she understood that she didn’t have the chance to steal it from Y/N.
She was always gorgeous.
Caroline and Y/N, we can say, they weren’t best friends and could never be but there was a person who was special for her, someone different from the other guests... Y/N looked around, her eyes E/C searching for a figure and when she saw a man on the balcony, a glass of wine in his hand, she couldn’t help but smile. She walked towards the balcony but was suddenly stopped by a blondie who stood still in front of her.
“Y/N, hi, you look so beautiful!” Her excitement was clearly fake but the H/C- haired girl took a breath and smiled at her. “Thank you, Care, you look gorgeous as always.” On the other hand she was honest and actually thought that Caroline was gorgeous: she had a sumptuous and long blue dress made of the most precious material, Y/N wondered how she managed to afford something like that. “Do you mind if I, um... I have something I really need to do, see you at the ceremony.”
Caroline nodded and smiled brightly. “May the best win!”
Y/N walked out rapidly and found herself to face his back, her heart losing a beat and her theet biting her lower lip, that’s how she felt everytime she saw him.
“Stefan Salvatore.” His name came out in a fake surprised tone as the girl giggled softly. “I didn’t expect to find you here.” “Well”, he started, “I couldn’t miss Caroline’s look when you’ll win the title... again.” They both laughed and Y/N placed her arms on the railings, looking up at the stars.
“I don’t think I’m going to win this year, Stefan.” She said turning her sight to the man beside her, who was now gazing at her, narrowing his thick eyebrows. “Caroline has surprised me, that dress fits her wonderfully, she deserves it.” A laugh escaped Stefan’s lips as he slightly shook his head.
“Y/N, I think that you’re breath-taking tonight, no, I think that you’re breath-taking every day. Everytime you walk by I can’t stop from staring at you because you look so beautiful and you don’t even try... I love you so much.”
Silence fell on the two as Stefan slowly realized what he had said; Y/N had a confused look on her face, her mouth a little opened.
“You what?”
How could Stefan love her?
She took some steps backwards with her high heels but in a moment of pure astonishment she stepped on a piece of her dress, sumbling, yet she didn’t fall since two arms firmly embraced her before hitting the cold ground.
Their noses were as close as their lips.
Stefan gulped, still holding her thight: “I’m sorry I didn’t, I wasn’t-” He mumbled but instantly looked up, his clear eyes that sometimes seemed to be darker stared at the tiny plant hanged above them , “Is this mistletoe?” The vampire locked eyes with her as she smiled softly, cupping his cheeks, hers turning a tiny bit red. Y/N breathed out, lips getting closer: “Shut up and kiss me.”
Their lips crashed together for the first time in forever and while everyone inside the mansion was cheering Caroline for winning the so yearned title, two hearts were finally beating together.
“I love you too, Stefan Salvatore.”
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request from anon- "can you please do one with Klaus x reader where he proposes, and add the winter prompt “118. “I don’t deserve you, 106. “I may die if it gets any colder.” and “lets sit by the fire”
a/n- just a lil’ fluffy imagine with Klaus. also I changed the sit by the fire, to lets take this near the fire, lol. Happy holidays babes xx
warnings- some curse words, and just a some kissing
You and Klaus had been dating for quite a while now, and were ever so in love. You met in Mystic Falls. You lived there your whole life, while attending the University of Virginia studying psychiatry. You were in the midst of supernatural activity of your whole life, but you tried to live as normal as possible. You weren't scared of it, you just wanted to be a happy human, that was your life goal. But when you met Klaus, you instantly fell for him, and after a few months, decided that normal was out of the question. You wanted adventure with the man you loved, and if you had to be a vampire, so be it. He asked you to move to New Orleans with him and his family, and you willingly did. Soon you got a got a job as a Psychiatrist there, and were the happiest you had ever been. Yeah, your life was a rollercoaster, being with Klaus, you never knew what could happen in moments. But you nevertheless loved him. The past few months though, were just tension some, and you and Klaus decided to go out to Vermont for Christmas to escape the supernatural.
Your feet rested on Klaus’ lap, he was reading a novel, and you were scrolling through your photos.
“Babe, look at this one, we look so cute”
“Thats fine, love”
You rolled your eyes, “You’re literally not even looking. We’re here to spend time with each other, not read a boring, century old book”
Klaus chuckled. “This here, love is a classic, you millennials won't understand”.
You glared at him.
“Fine, lets bake some gingerbread cookies, and then we’ll go out to dinner.”
“Yay!” You squealed, getting up and kissing him on the cheek.
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You put on some christmas music to create the mood. A little Frank Sinatra always did the trick.
“Oh brown sugar, where art thou” you danced.
“Darling, can you turn it down”
“Sorry, I can't hear you over your negative christmas mood”
Now it was Klaus’ turn to roll his eyes. “I have the brown sugar”
“I’ve literally been looking for it for the past ten minutes, pass it please”
Klaus walked over to you, brown sugar in hand. “Did I tell how you look when you dance like that, messy hair. I always told you that you look really hot in a red dress. Makes me want too rip your clothes off”.
“Isn’t that right, Mr. Mikaelson.” you smiled and closed your eyes, pulling nto kiss him, but Klaus had other plans.
He threw the brown sugar at your face.
“KLAUS, YOU SON OF A BITCH” you yelled wiping the brown sugar off your lips and clothes.
He smirked at you.
“nice move. you’re gonna get payback, just watch” you said bluntly. “But not today. I want my gingerbread cookies, and hot chocolate. and you’re gonna make it, own your own”. You got up on the kitchen counter and crossed your legs. “Go on you said, ill pass you the ingredients”.
“If thats what you want. plus you barely know how to cook, watch and learn, love, as I apall you with my cooking skills”
“Go right ahead” you smiled. “ I think I'm gonna take a nap and a shower”
“alright, just be prepared”
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“oh, shit shit shit shit” you said sprinting to the bathroom. You had totally forgotten about dinner, but you wondered why Klaus hadn’t come in to get you up. You hopped into the shower, picked out a black dress, put on a little makeup.
“Klaus. I am so so..” you said hopping on one foot trying to put your heel on. You had a big smile on your face looking at what your boyfriend had done.
He walked over to you kissing your knuckles. “How is it?”
you looked around to all the candles lit up, rose petals, it was a dream. “Klaus, I love it and I love you”.
He grabbed your waist and kissed you. You both walked over to the table, where dinner was already sitting for you.
“Y/n, I just want you to know how much I love you and how thankful I am for you. You’ve sticked with me through everything, every up and down. you changed up the life you could've had, to be in my life, and no one had ever been that committed to me. you light up days with everything you are. Yeah, we differ a lot, but you make me look at different views on life. We haven't known each other for centuries, but I know I want to be with you for the rest of eternity. I don't deserve you, but you make me a better version of myself, and nobody has ever done that to me. When I look at you, I feel human, y/n, me, a beast, I feel worthy of love.
“Klaus, you deserve everything in the world, love, happiness, all of it. I love you so fucking much”.
Klaus smiled, eyes slightly tearing up.
He got on his knees, and and at this point your eyes welled up with tears. “ y/n l/n, will you marry me?”
“yes, yes, yes, Klaus Mikaelson” you said through tears with a beaming smile.
He got up, slid the ring on your finger, and you lips passionately melted with each other.
As things escalated, Klaus picked you up, your legs wrapped around his waist.
“Lets take this near the fire, “I may die if it gets any colder.” you smiled.
Imagine Francis setting you and Bash up when you first move to court. But your sarcasm and humour easily makes Bash fall in love with you ••• "She's new here" Bash remarked as he saw a girl with unusually short brown curly hair dance across the ballroom floor. Her dress twirling around and around in circles almost making Bash and Francis dizzy as they looked at the girl. She was young but not that much younger than Bash, Francis smiled knowing at Bash. He knew how long he ached for a love, Mary was close by talking to Lola when Francis called her over. "Yes Francis?" Mary said when she stood by his side, the three of them all entranced by the young girls movement of dance with various suiters. "Who's the girl with the short brown hair?" Francis asked, watching Mary as she spied around the crowd searching for the girl that Bash couldn't take his eyes off. He hadn't seen anyone so beautiful in his life. He didn't think that was possible after falling in love with Mary. "Oh that's lady (Y/F/N), she's new to court, she moved here from Scotland but now she'll live here until she finds someone wealthy to marry." She explained, while she noticed Francis looking at Bash in a knowing way and Bash looking at (Y/N) with a gleam in his eyes. "She's very nice you know, you should talk to her Bash." Mary commented. Bash looked at Mary, then at Francis and then back at the girl. No at Lady (Y/F/N). Without hesitation Bash huffed and walked into the dance floor just as the music stopped. The dancers including Lady (Y/F/N) stopped and clapped. The second song was starting and Bash appeared beside (Y/N) in a flash. "Well hello stranger" (Y/N) spoke, her voice humouring Bash, and a slight smile on her lips brought a beam to his. "Hello" he greeted. "It's a pleasure to meet you Lady (Y/F/N)" he said respectfully. Bowing for the start of the dance as Lady (y/f/n) curtsied. "Oh no need to call me Lady (Y/f/n)." She replied. "It's just a tad of a handful that's all" Bash was taken aback not many women at court were so open. The romantic music started to play and Bash couldn't help but notice that (y/n) started to look bored. "Am I boring you (Y/N)?" Bash questioned, looking at (Y/N) praying he had done nothing wrong to offend. "No, no you're the only intresting thing tonight" (Y/N) replied making bash's heart leap with excitement. "It's just the dancing, I'm not a big fan. Why don't we go down to the wine cellar and have a good time instead." She said playfully as Bash laughed. This was his type of girl. "You're not like other ladies are you?" He questioned, laughing as (y/n) beamed at Bash before giving him a peck on the cheek and whispering in his ear. "Not the slightest"
Sorry I haven’t updated any of my works, this past month was super stressful at work. I am in the middle of Part 2 of Two Cent Men, I finally decided on the direction for Burn the Shadow. I had a few ideas but I had to flesh it out and decide.
I plan on picking back up with some of my other stories as well!💕
