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Damon

Damon’s hands covered your eyes as the two of you stumbled through the night in a fit of giggles.

“Alright,” he whispered in your ear, coming to a stop suddenly. “I need you to hold onto me. Keep your eyes closed—and no peeking.”

You shook your head as he removed his hands, obeying his orders and keeping your eyes squeezed shut. He placed your hands around him before gripping onto your waist tightly. A minute later, you were in the air. You screamed, though the take-off didn’t last long. You were placed on your feet a moment later, the wind whipping through you.

“Damon!” you scolded, your eyes still closed despite the shock. “What is this, some kind of trap? Have you finally decided you’re going to kill me?”

“Don’t foil my plan, [Y/N].” His voice was teasing. “Open your eyes and see for yourself." 

You did as he said, startled when you realised you were stood on top of the Mystic Falls clock tower. You knew Damon liked to come up here from time to time, but he had never brought you before—and he had certainly never placed a picnic blanket with a basket of food and a bottle of bourbon here, either, as far as you knew. You noticed the candles then, flickering in the cool night air and casting an orange glow on the set-up.

"What is this?” you asked, frowning. It wasn’t like Damon to make some grand gesture, especially since the two of you had been friends for years and yet had never acknowledged the underlying feelings between the two of you. They were never spoken of, though both of you knew they were there, pushed in a small dark corner like dirty laundry. What had changed?

“This is me attempting to be romantic. You’re welcome.” He smirked lopsidedly, leading you to the blanket and sitting you down. It didn’t take him long to pull out two whiskey tumblers and pour a glass of bourbon first for you and then for himself.

You took it reluctantly, unsure of what to say. This wasn’t like him. “Have you been staked or compelled or something? You’re not romantic. In fact, I’m not sure you have a romantic bone in your body.” You knew it wasn’t true; he had shown you plenty of love and care, but that was always when you were hurt and he was too worried to put on a front. You weren’t hurt now and there was no reason for him to act this way.

He feigned disgust. “I am shocked you would say something like that. I happen to be very romantic and this whole set-up doesn’t prove it, the food certainly will.”

He rummaged in the basket, pulling out a pizza box a minute later. You knew before you opened it that it would have your favourite toppings on it. 

“I’ll give you that. I still don’t know why I’m here, though, or why you’re feeding me pizza in candlelight. What could I possibly have done to deserve such a thing?”

“Well, [Y/N], I’m glad you ask.” He shoved a piece of pizza in his mouth, looking out into the night with glistening eyes. The sky was cloudless, the moon high and bright in the sky. You could even see the stars tonight. You wondered if he had been waiting for a clear night or if it was just coincidence. “The answer is that you were just you and that has always been enough for me.”

“You’re not making any sense.” You rolled your eyes, crossing your legs and appreciating the way it felt to be up here even if you didn’t understand it. It was like everything was new and different; like he was letting you into a part of his world he never had before.