Vampire Diaries Imagines

Morning Sunshine - Alaric Saltzman

The morning sun spilled through the curtains of the Salvatore boarding house, casting a warm glow on the hardwood floors. Y/N stood in front of the mirror in the bedroom she shared with her boyfriend, Alaric. She adjusted her blouse, brushing a lock of caramel hair behind her ear, and smirked when she caught Ric staring from the bed.

"You're going to be late if you don't get up," she teased, hands on her hips. "Last I checked, the school board doesn't take kindly to late and slightly hungover history teachers."

Alaric, sprawled across the bed in boxers and a rumpled T-shirt, grinned lazily. "Last I checked, my girlfriend's sass is more potent than your brother's bourbon."

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a laugh. "I mean it, Ric. Get up." She threw a pillow at him, which he caught easily.

"I'm up, I'm up," he said, sitting up and running a hand through his messy hair. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and shuffled toward her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "But do I really have to go? Staying here with you sounds a lot more fun."

Y/N said with a chuckle, tilting her head to look at him. "If you play hooky, who's going to teach the next generation about the Civil War and vampires?"

"Technically, I leave the vampire part out," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. "But fine, I'll go. Under protest."

A sharp knock interrupted their moment. The door swung open without warning, revealing Damon Salvatore with his trademark smirk. "If you two lovebirds are done being nauseating, breakfast is ready. And by breakfast, I mean coffee. Stefan's on omelet duty, which means I'm staying far, far away from the kitchen."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "You came all the way up here to say that? You could've yelled."

"True," Damon replied, leaning casually against the doorframe. "But where's the fun in that? Watching you two act like a Hallmark couple is the highlight of my morning."

"Please don't say stuff like that, it's creepy," Alaric quipped, earning a chuckle from Y/N.

Damon clapped his hands. "Well, hurry it up, Romeo and Juliet. Stefan's threatening to start garnishing omelets with spinach."

As Damon strolled away, Y/N shook her head and grabbed Alaric's tie from the dresser. She looped it around his neck and began knotting it expertly.

"I swear, living with those two feels like babysitting sometimes," Alaric muttered, watching her.

"True," Y/N said, tugging the tie into place. "But you have to admit, it's never boring."

A few minutes later, they made their way downstairs to the kitchen, where Stefan was plating omelets while Damon sat on the counter, sipping a mug of coffee like he was king of the world.

"Finally," Damon said, gesturing dramatically. "Breakfast is almost cold, and history boy here needs his strength to survive teaching teenagers."

Stefan shot him a look. "Damon, you could help instead of complaining."

"But then I wouldn't be me," Damon replied with a grin.

Y/N and Alaric exchanged amused glances as they sat down at the table. "At least the coffee's good," Alaric said, taking a sip.

"And the company's tolerable," Y/N added, smiling as she looked around at their unconventional little family.

As chaotic as the mornings could be in the Salvatore boarding house, Y/N wouldn't trade it for anything.