Imagines and oneshots for The Vampire Diaries and The Originals. Requests are CLOSED Requests can only refer to things and people mentioned between seasons one and seven of The Vampire Diaries, and season one of The Originals
Oh man, please ignore my previous asks!! Someone used your prompt list and I realised I should have sent them the requests not you!!! Please go about your business and be awesome.
Hey, I’m gonna answer this one publicly because there’s actually a few people who have done this in the past 24 hours so I figure I can just like address it all in one go lol
But yes. If you’re sending in requests, ya got the wrong blog, guys! This blog is inactive, has had requests shut for years, and is only for The Vampire Diaries... so if you’re wondering where your requests are going/why no one is responding where you meant to send them... they came here for some reason.
Anyway, I hope you’re doing well! And I’m sorry if that came across harsh or anything, I just figured I had to address this because it kinda... keeps happening today?
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One Hundred and Three Followers in One Month and Three Days
So many people and so quickly!! As a big thank you for your support, I’ve decided to do some drabbles to celebrate! Each of these will be reader inserts (character x reader) and will be between 150 and 400 words long, and must come from the prompt list that’s under the cut. I’ll be working on these alongside my current to do list. Thank you all so so much for following me and I hope you enjoy!
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Please send a prompt and a character you would like to see it for
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Thank you so much lovely! That is so sweet of you! Unfortunately life is no less mad than it was all those months ago so I’m still super busy and stressed, which means my anxiety is still up. But I really appreciate the message!
Hay, so I was wondering if you ever did a second part of that imagine “helping the mikaelsons research the latest threat,and trying to take a day off”? I just came across it while reading some imagines and found it quite funny (:
How on earth has it been 6 months since I got this... and more importantly, how have I not seen it?? I’m so sorry for the wait lovely!
I haven’t done part two yet and I’m not sure if I will. I’m incredibly busy at the moment and my tvd/to muse is almost nonexistant. I do hope to get a part two out, but I don’t have any concrete answers for you, I’m sorry!
Hello! Are you doing part 2 of Helping the Mikaelsons Research? I know requests are closed but if you do have any idea of writing this, can the reader get Elijah? 🙈
For some reason my reply to this didn’t post, so I’m super sorry for the late reply!!
I do intend to do a part two, yes, I was just waiting for someone to tell me who they wanted it to be with, and you, my dear, are the first person to do so! So, not only will I try and come up with a part two for this (when time and muse allows), but I will make it reader/Elijah!
Have a cute smiling Elijah as an apology for the wait x
Hey y’all. Anxiety and depression have got a grip on me so the other imagines won’t be up until I can think about them without hyperventilating. Hope you all had a lovely V day xx
Prompts: “I’m in love with you.” & “The way I feel when I’m with you…”- Prompt lists
“Would you all excuse me for a minute?” you spoke somewhat harsher than you had intended, the fake smile on your lips looking more sinister than anything else as you attempted to appear nonchalant. Damon threw Elena an amused glance, Caroline giving you an empathetic look, while Stefan simply nodded, wanting to just get back to the task at hand. Kai, however, held a look of pure confusion, glancing about the group in the hopes of grasping whatever it was that everyone else seemed to get but him.
Turning to leave the room, you sighed as you realized you were about to go alone. A single hand gripped onto the arm of Kai’s jacket, pulling him after you in a stumbling manner that had Damon stifling a laugh.
The second you were in the kitchen you turned on him, any attempt at appearing polite or calm instantly leaving you.
“You need to tell me what’s going on, right now,” you spoke with a harsh look. Your arms were crossed in front of you, and a small part of your mind told you that you resembled a principal more than your usual self, but you needed answers, clear and straight answers.
“Uh, you came to my place and brought me over here because of some overwhelming threat and we were talking about what to do about it, then you dragged me out here for some reason?” he answered simply, his brow raised as his confusion only grew.
“That’s not what I- eurgh!” you groaned in frustration rubbing at your face as you struggled to remain in control. “I’m talking about the looks, the not so subtle glances… You keep just- just staring at me! Why?”
“You’re different,” he replied with a frown, his gaze flittering down to the ground as he tries to shrug it off.
“What does that even mean,” you sighed. “What do you mean ‘different’? And I swear if you say I’m weaker or something because I’m human I will hurt you.”
Shrugging almost sadly, he moved away from you, leaning against the kitchen counter as if it would steal away the thoughts that were plaguing him. “It’s not a bad different, at least, I don’t think it is.”
Chewing on your lip ever so slightly, you couldn’t help but question if you really wanted to delve into this too far. But you’d come this far, and you were so close to getting some real answers… “Tell me,” you prompted him gently.
“The way I feel when I’m with you…” he trailed off, his eyes unable to focus as they desperately searched for anything to look at other than you. His grip tightened against the kitchen counter as his jaw clenched and eyes closed in frustration, unable to find the words he was looking for. “It’s like nothing makes sense any more. All the things I never felt, they’re just… there, and it’s overwhelming and frustrating and the only thing that makes sense is you. It’s like you’re this anchor that keeps me settled and I think, no, I know I’m in love with you.”
Your mouth fell open at the admission, and in retrospect you would be glad he was turned away from you as you were certain you resembled a fish with your expression. But in that moment thoughts failed you. There were so many questions, so many emotions whirling away within you, that your actions surprised you as much as him.
Without even knowing it, you began to make your way towards him, taking his hand from the counter and pulling him towards you. A hesitant smile sat on your lips as his gaze flickered upwards, uncertainty mixing with confusion as he tried to figure out whether you were about to yell once more. With your hand still in his, your other traced against his cheek tenderly, teasing a soft smile to his lips.
Is there any Elijah prompt for Valentine's day special?
There will be, just as soon as I get my ass into gear and write it. Right now I’m about to try and write up Kai’s imagine. Hopefully they’ll each get one, but if not, it should be everyone, with possible exceptions in Jeremy, Tyler, Marcel, Elena and/or Katherine.
Prompts: “You make me so happy” & “I’ve been waiting all my life for you.”- Prompt lists
“What’s all this?” you spoke almost warily, unable to hide the smile that was drawing the corners of your lips upwards at the sight in front of you. You had expected to arrive home to find the place empty, with Rebekah more than likely off on some mission one of her brother’s had somehow managed to convince her to help with, yet there she stood, proud as punch, in the center of your living room… your very decorated living room.
Candles lit the room with a warm glow, showing the thousands of rose petals that adorned the floor, couch and arm chairs, the fire was crackling away perfectly, something you had been struggling to achieve since moving in, and there was soft romantic music playing from the stereo. But the biggest change to the room was the small, intimate table that was set out with china far better than any you owned and intricate cutlery.
Stepping out from behind her chair, Rebekah met your gaze with a winning smile, more than pleased by the look of awe that you were unable to conceal, particularly as you took in the stunning dress she was wearing. Black, strapless, and with a mermaid skirt that showed just a hint of her perfectly tanned legs, it was clear that she had put an awful amount of time and effort into tonight.
“I know it’s a little early, but knowing my brothers, I didn’t want to wait for Valentine’s Day and then be swept off on some ridiculous task… So I thought it would be better that we celebrate early rather than potentially miss out. Besides, they have promised, no interruptions tonight,” she explained, taking your hands in her own and places a quick and gentle kiss in greeting against your lips, as she always did.
“You mean Elijah promised he’d do his best to keep Klaus away, and you didn’t tell Kol because he’d want to interrupt?” you questioned with a knowing gaze that began to slip away at the small but undeniably gleeful expression that began to play on her lips.
“Actually, no,” Rebekah shook her head, her eyes bright with joy as they meet yours, beyond excited to share her news with you. “Klaus and I had a little chat today…”
“Should I be worried for the local population?” you teased.
“It went surprisingly well, actually. Even he can see what you mean to me, and, not that I needed it, but he gave us his blessing.” Her happiness was infectious, to say the least. No matter what she might say about her brother, no matter how often they may fight, you knew that his blessing meant the world to her, and the fact that you know had the entire Mikaelson family’s approval meant rather a lot to you too.
“Bek, that’s fantastic!” you cheered, wrapping your arms around her tightly as she clung to you. When she eventually pulled away to look at you once more her eyes were glistening with unshed tears that you instantly brushed away. “Happy tears?”
A shaky laugh fell from her lips as she nodded ever so slightly, as if not entirely certain of the answer. “You make me so happy,” she sighed with a gentle smile gracing her lips, “I’ve been waiting all my life for you, and now I have you and I just… I might even forgive Klaus for pushing away past suitors, if he hadn’t, I might not have found you.”
“Oh, hun,” you shook your head in return, your hand finding her cheek in a comforting touch. “We would have found one another, trust me. There’s no way we could have missed each other.”
Prompts: “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” - Prompt lists
Tagging: @me-my-gifs-and-i
People often spoke of how everything would just slip away when you looked into the eyes of the one you loved, but you had not found that to be true. No, every time you looked into his eyes things did not smoothly transition into a quiet lull, it was far more abrupt than that, as if someone had flicked a switch and all of a sudden everyone else had simply disappeared. Silence would surround you both, almost deafening you with it’s simple lack of chatter, and in that one blissful moment, no matter what insanity was certain to come crashing down soon after, the world was at peace.
It had been decades since you had been able to experience such an ethereal feeling, and while you could certainly reminisce on it, the memories had lost their glean, and you could no longer quite remember where the line was between how it had truly felt and what you had built it up to be. Still, no matter what the truth was, no matter whether it really was as all encompassing as you seemed to recall, you had searched for that feeling ever since.
You knew he was still alive, after all, Damon Salvatore was never one to hide himself too well, but it seemed that you only ever caught wind of where he was years after he had left; chasing thin leads here and there until it had left you utterly spent. And so, after some sixty years of being on your own, you had begun to settle into your new life, somewhat begrudgingly at first, and left your search to fall into the category of hobby rather than full time occupation.
Settling into a small, yet nice apartment, you had finally got something of a life going for yourself. Working at a local pub provided a steady supply of strangers and walk-ins that you could feed on before healing and compelling, keeping your actions off anyone’s radar, and while it may have begun as a logical move, you had begun to rather like the job. With every new customer came new stories of adventures and heartache, and with every regular came a sense of belonging you had sorely missed, and it wasn’t long before you found yourself at home in the city.
You were drying a cup when it all changed. A chuckle of laughter on your lips as you rolled your eyes at yet another cheesy pickup line from one of your far from sober regulars had your attention far from the door and the two men who had stopped so very suddenly upon entering.
“Damon, what are you doing?” the lighter haired one spoke, his brow furrowed as he looked to the man, Damon, who had halted instantly, causing his brother to quite literally walk into him. But it seemed Damon wasn’t listening, his features held shock, his jaw dropped as his eyes remained focused on the sight ahead.
“Damon!” the man tried again, this time a touch louder, gaining your attention. The second you heard his name your heart instantly felt a tug, a desperate hope that it was your Damon. Your eyes flew towards the door and your features instantly mimicked his, disbelief and happiness coursing through you.
A sudden shattering drew your attention to the floor at your feet as you realized you had dropped both the glass and tea towel onto the floor. Almost reluctantly, you slowly raise your sights once more, fearing you had imagined the wondrous sight before you, but as they finally reached the doorway, a beaming smile took over you. He was there, he was really there.
Slowly making your way around the bar, your smile only grew with every step towards him. Only when you were around the bar did he seem to shake himself from his thoughts, a shuddering sigh falling from his lips as a smile took residence on his own lips, and then, finally, his eyes sought out yours, and everything came flooding back. That switch had been flicked once more, silence reigned and you were alone with the man you loved. Your pace quickened and before you knew it you were running into his open arms, throwing yourself into his welcoming grip and holding on tightly.
You buried your head into his neck, reveling in the familiar feeling of safety that overtook you, a tear escaping your tightly shut eyes, and the next thing you knew tears were rushing from you, years of anguish disappearing instantly.
Pulling away ever so slightly, Damon let one hand sweep the tears from your cheeks before letting it rest there, cupping your face tenderly, a mixture of happiness, relief and sheer bliss openly showing itself on his face.
Catching your eyes once more, a tiny smirk found its way onto Damon’s lips, a minuscule homage to his usual cocky smirk. “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” he asked, his voice cracking despite the quiet tone.
A small laugh fell from your lips and just like that you knew where you stood. It didn’t matter that there was some 60 years to catch up on, all that mattered was you were finally together once more, and nothing could stop you.
Barely suppressing your smile for a moment, you happily met his lips with your own, and suddenly you were overwhelmed with emotions, both yours and his. Relief, happiness, ecstaticity and sheer love and adoration seemed to flow through that kiss, and you knew instantly that no matter how much you may value that first kiss you had all those years ago, this was all the more precious.
“You know, if that’s what I get after sixty years apart, maybe we should be apart more often,” Damon joked softly, resting his forehead against yours gently, refusing to let you go.
Shaking your head against his, you threw his a playful glare, “I’m not letting you out of my sight ever again, sorry to ruin your plans.”
