TVD + The Originals Imagines

Imagine #56: Damon

Imagine being a Mikaelson and falling for Damon

You awoke to an empty bed in a room that was far from yours. Like a wave the past night washed over you, swallowing you, consuming whatever content lay in you. It wasn't the first time you'd done it but it last night had been different. There had been no drunken fever, no vamp speeding over every appropriate piece of furniture, no rush at all. You'd spent hours talking beforehand, everything had been slower, more calculated. For the first time, you'd truly felt something and you hated that.

Taking the fact that he had already left as a good sign, you grabbed your clothes from the floor and began attempting to tame the mane of hair that surrounded you. It was too late to rush back home, they'd know you'd never come home already. It didn't matter anyway, they'd just presume you found a one night stand. Wasn't that what this was? A several night stand at least.

Damon stood humming in the kitchen, a spatula in hand. He was making pancakes. His eyes flickered to greet you as you entered the room, a smirk resting on his lips.

"What are you doing?" You said eyeing the half-cooked breakfast warily. "Those better be full of vervain or something."

"Really Y/N?" Damon rolled his eyes. "I thought you might be hungry so I made you breakfast. What's the big deal?"

"You've never made me breakfast before." You pointed out. "It's like the first rule of hookups. You don't stay for breakfast."

"You're insane. I just made pancakes." Damon shook his head, turning and pulling the orange juice out of the fridge going to pour two glasses. "Or do you want coffee?"

"Look if you don't want to talk about last night that's fine but you don't get to pretend that nothing's changed."

"What do you want me to say, Y/N?" Damon raised his voice slightly, refusing to look at you as he spoke. "I know we're supposed to hate each other."

"Someone has to say it." You paused, trying to find the right words. "I have... feelings for you, Damon and I don't know what to do about them."

Damon laughed, finally looking up at you. "We're so screwed."

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Keeping your relationship with Damon a secret was proving more and more difficult. Your dates were moving further and further from town and now with Klaus' hybrids patrolling neighboring cities the two of you had resorted to compelling random citizens to turn their homes into B&B's at your leisure. Stefan had almost caught you five times now and you were scarcely managing to keep Rebekah at bay. At least your brothers were too caught up in their own in-fighting to notice anything a miss.

"Please come with me." Rebekah pleaded, plopping herself down at the end of your bed. "I don't want to go alone."

"I don't feel like going clubbing, Bex." You apologized, eager to get her on her way. Stefan was on a date with Elena and you could finally sneak off for a date. "Ask Kol."

"Oh come on, you haven't gotten any in months. Don't tell me you're going boring on me." Rebekah complained, already flicking through your wardrobe for an appropriate outfit.

"Leave the poor girl alone Rebekah." Klaus chided her from the doorway and you shot him a grateful grin. "Kol's more than happy to accompany you, now go." He added and Rebekah sighed but left to collect the other Mikaelson brother nevertheless. You mouthed a thank you at him and he chuckled.

You waited until Klaus was downstairs again before getting up to shut your bedroom door. The entire practice of sneaking out well rehearsed in a thousand years of being treated like a teenager. You pulled a bundle of sage out of your drawer and set in a crucible, ready to be lit. When alight, it would block any noise you made exiting and reentering the house, a necessary precaution in a house full of vampires.