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Drinking Buddies - Damon Salvatore

Despite being underage, human and a girl, you loved drinking bourbon with Damon and Alaric. The three of you would sit in Damon’s sitting room, drinking his expensive liquor. Sometimes, they would bug you about not doing your school work. Some times you would bug Alaric about not marking your essay.

But most times it consisted of bugging Damon for being, well, Damon.

“So you just let her walk away?” You asked, raising your eyebrow at the raven haired vampire who sat across from you, Alaric on the same couch. “Even though she knew you were a vampire and wasn’t afraid to tell the world?”

“I’m with Y/N on that one, why the hell did you let her go?” Alaric asked, taking a sip of his drink.

“She was hot, I have needs. What, was I expected to kill her? Is that how you really think of me?” Damon protested.

“Spend enough evenings drinking with you and you begin to think a lot of things about you, Damon,” you shot back, which you earned a glare from him.

“So what I let her live,” Damon said with a look to both you and Alaric. “Aren’t you guys pro life?”

“Yes, but you are not,” Alaric huffed, taking a sip of his drink.

And sometimes the evening was more depressing. Whenever you felt down, you would sit in between Alaric and Damon, usually leaning against Damon’s chest with your feet up in Alaric’s lap. These nights weren’t often, but when they did happen, the two men watched you like hawks. Alaric would monitor your alcohol intake, not wanting you to get wasted and do something you would soon regret, while Damon let you cry it out on his chest.

Despite constant teasing, sometimes the odd rude comment, there was nothing more you loved than hanging out and drinking with Damon and Alaric. They were never quick to judge you, and always made sure you were feeling alright.

They basically were your best friends and fathers.

A lot of people disapproved of you hanging out with Damon so much. But what they didn’t see was Damon’s soft side, constantly protecting you and ensuring your safety before anyone else’s, including Elena’s.

One day, you thought you were alone in the Salvatore home. You had had a horrible day, getting into a fight with Elena and Bonnie. Caroline had sided with you, thankfully, but Bonnie and Elena had been accusing you of hooking up with Damon behind Elena’s back.

Damon was your best friend, sure, but you would never do that to Elena.

So you laid down on the couch, only wanting to cry. You put your hand over your eyes, willing yourself to sleep. Perhaps when you woke up you would feel better.

You were almost asleep when you heard the clinking of crystal, and liquid being poured into a glass. Opening your eyes and turning your head, Damon was approaching you with two glasses of bourbon in his hands.

“Sorry, I thought you weren’t here,” you whispered hoarsely. “I just-”

“You don’t have to apologize for coming here,” Damon said as he nudged the glass into your hand, before lifting your feet to sit down. When he was settled, he continued. “You know this house is always open to you. And don’t worry about explaining yourself, Caroline already called ahead and I made sure I was home when you got here.”

You let out a weak smile, before your lips started to quiver. “I just,” you began. “I can’t believe Bonnie and Elena would accuse me of that. Sure, I won’t deny that you’re attractive, but you’re also my best friend, I would never want things to be awkward with us and I would also never do that to Elena. The idea that she even assumes that I would do that hurts.”

Damon hummed, on hand resting on your knee gently. “I will talk to Elena,” He said. “You don’t deserve that, after all, you’re always risking your life for her. That isn’t fair. But for now, my wonderful best friend, why don’t we just drink and not worry about what happened today, alright?“ And it was moments like this that you knew Damon was the best possible thing that could happen to you.

Imagine meeting the Originals-Part 6

Hi, hello, bonjour :)

Part 6

Please, note that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there :)

Please, let me know what you think :) Enjoy !

(Takes place in 2x15)

Originally posted by thebestof-thevampirediaries

Originally posted by gthestoryilove

You were one of the best students Professor Salztman had. He knew you were passioned about history and when he learnt that you knew about pretty much everything he asked you to help him do some research about the town. You knew that Jenna was supposed to meet Elijah at the former Fell’s property and you followed your professor there. You were anxious about meeting him again. Professors Salztman asked you to call him Alaric, like Elena did.

You get out of the car and you walked toward the red-headed woman and the thousand years old vampire. Elijah was staring at you, smiling, he obviously didn’t expect to see you here. You smile at him politely. The way he looks at you makes you blush and you look away. Jenna seems surprised by both yours and Alaric’s presence. 

“Uh, Elijah this is my friend, Alaric Saltzman”

“Yeah, I got your message about walking Elijah through the property lines. I thought I would tag along. You know, being a history buff and all…”

Jenna looks at you curiously.

“Oh and, uh, Y/N is my most brilliant student, she’s helping me with some research" 

"Really?” Elijah says, his eyes piercing yours. You blush even more and stare at the ground.

“Where to next ? Alaric’s asks.

"I’m pretty curious about the freed slave property owners. Some say the descendants of the skates are the true keepers of American history.” He says, still looking at you. It seems like he can’t keep his eyes off of you and your cheeks are just getting more red. Jenna says she needs to go get something from her car. Alaric watches her walk away.

“Alaric Saltzman.” Says Elijah finally moving his eyes from you to your history professor. 

“You’re one of those people on Elena’s list of loved ones to protect”

“Yeah, so is Jenna” Alaric says, probably threatened by the vampire.

“You don’t have to be jealous.” He says, moving his eyes back at you. This time you lock your eyes with his. “I rarely pursue younger woman” he finishes, smiling at Alaric.

An awkward silence follows.

“It’s a joke, Ric. Lighten up” he says, looking at you one more time before walking away.

“You’re funny” is Alaric’s only answer.

Once Elijah’s far enough, Alaric asks you “what was that about ?

"You look up at him, confused."What?”

He sees your confusion and say “be careful, okay. Stay away from him”

You give him a weird look but nod anyway. You know he’s right. Elijah was dangerous. You should stay away from him.

Later in the day Alaric drops you off to the Mystic Grill where he was supposed to meet Damon and you were supposed to meet Bonnie. You sat down at a table and talk about last night.

“Last night was pretty intense” you say

“Yeah…"She was obviously thinking about something

"What’s wrong ?” You ask her"

You mean, aside from Elena being sacrificed ?“

You don’t answer that. You felt stupid. But she takes your hand and laughs.Jeremy interrupts you. He smiles politely at you for a split second before sitting down next you, facing Bonnie.

"Hey, what are you doing?” he says.

“Thinking about last night” she answers

“Yeah, yeah, uh, me too”

They weren’t talking about the same thing. He was thinking about the kiss, she wasn’t. 

“You know, it was a tough spell. I could feel it draining me” she says. You take her hand for support and give Jeremy a sympathetic look when you saw his smile drop from his face.

“I need practice” she says

Jeremy ask her to come over to his house tonight “to practice”, she says yes. You’re amused by her obliviousness.

“Ah, incoming” Jeremy sighs

Bonnie and you look up to see an angry Luka walking his way to your table.

“Wanna tell me what the hell happened yesterday?”

Bonnie fakes it “Sorry?”

“Don’t play dumb. You were all here and…"Jeremy cuts him off 

"And…”

 "And that’s all I remember" he was getting angrier.“One minute I’m playing pool and the next, I’m waking up in a bathroom stall!”

“Sorry, Luka, but everything seemed normal yesterday. I mean. I brought you a coffee and we played pool.”

“See… I think you’re lying”

Suddenly Jeremy jumps off of his sit and push Luka away. “And I think you need to back off!” Luka looks at all of you before turning around, leaving the Grill. Jeremy excuses himself and said he’d be right back.

You see Jenna entered the Grill, followed by Elijah. They walk their way to Alaric, Damon and the woman he was with.You were relieved he didn’t see you. You point him to Bonnie and tell her about what happened this morning

.“I told you he likes you” she says.You shake your head no, you couldn’t believe it. And the idea actually scared you.You look up to see him staring at you, smiling.You hoped he didn’t hear what Bonnie said with his “vampire hearing”

You clear your throat. You see Alaric get up of his sit.You try to change the subject.“You know tonight’s a date right ?”

She looks at you with wild eyes, like you’re crazy.“What?”

“Jeremy didn’t invite you over to practice magic. It’s a date!” You assure her.

“No!…”she says very loudly. “You think?” She asks, now getting anxious.You both laughed. 

“Yeah I’m pretty sure…He’s still Elena’s brother” you decide to remind her.

“I know” she sighs. “What do you think Elena would think about it ?”

“How would I know? I don’t know her at all” you answer.

“Right…” You smile at each other.“I have to go grocery shopping before my stepfather comes home from his business trip tonight”

“I’ll tell you about the date tonight”

“Please do !” You laugh.

You can feel Elijah’s eyes on you and you see him looking at you when you turn your head out of paranoia. Damon sees the exchange and frowns. Who were you and how did you know Elijah?


You had filled the shelves and the fridge with groceries. You had cleaned up the entire house, changed the bed sheets and do the laundry.You were getting out of the shower when you received a text from Bonnie.

“YOU WERE RIGHT, ITS A DATE”

You smile.

“TOLD YOU”

You had definitely taken some confidence. You had made good friends with Bonnie and Caroline and Jeremy wasn’t surprised to see you around anymore. You sat in your couch and decided to watch a movie. About an hour later you hear your phone ring. You don’t recognize the number but pick up anyway.

“Hello?”“

Y/N, it’s Jeremy!” He sounded terrible.

“What’s wrong?” You quickly ask, worried.

“Luka’s dad just attacked us. He took Bonnie’s magic! Can you come over? We’re at my house.”

You couldn’t believe what he was telling you. Taken Bonnie’s magic ? Was that even possible ? 

 “I’ll be right here, but Jeremy…” You pause “I don’t know where you live…”

He gives you his address and you jump in your car. You knock hard on the front door until it opens and you see Jeremy. He invites you in and you see Bonnie crying on the couch.

“Oh my God, Bonnie, I’m so sorry!” You do something you wouldn’t have done a week before and hug her. She cries in your shoulder.

“My magic… It’s gone…" 

Damon

Imagine : Being Damon’s drinking buddy with Alaric, and him comforting you after a hard day at school.

Originally posted by fashioncandypassion

Despite being underage, human and a girl, you loved drinking bourbon with Damon and Alaric. The three of you would sit in Damon’s sitting room, drinking his expensive liquor. Sometimes, they would bug you about not doing your school work. Some times you would bug Alaric about not marking your essay.

But most times it consisted of bugging Damon for being, well, Damon. 

“So you just let her walk away?” You asked, raising your eyebrow at the raven haired vampire who sat across from you, Alaric on the same couch. “Even though she knew you were a vampire and wasn’t afraid to tell the world?”

“I’m with Y/N on that one, why the hell did you let her go?” Alaric asked, taking a sip of his drink.

“She was hot, I have needs. What, was I expected to kill her? Is that how you really think of me?” Damon protested.

“Spend enough evenings drinking with you and you begin to think a lot of things about you, Damon,” you shot back, which you earned a glare from him. 

“So what I let her live,” Damon said with a look to both you and Alaric. “Aren’t you guys pro life?”

“Yes, but you are not,” Alaric huffed, taking a sip of his drink. 

And sometimes the evening was more depressing. Whenever you felt down, you would sit in between Alaric and Damon, usually leaning against Damon’s chest with your feet up in Alaric’s lap. These nights weren’t often, but when they did happen, the two men watched you like hawks. Alaric would monitor your alcohol intake, not wanting you to get wasted and do something you would soon regret, while Damon let you cry it out on his chest.

Despite constant teasing, sometimes the odd rude comment, there was nothing more you loved than hanging out and drinking with Damon and Alaric. They were never quick to judge you, and always made sure you were feeling alright.

They basically were your best friends and fathers. 

A lot of people disapproved of you hanging out with Damon so much. But what they didn’t see was Damon’s soft side, constantly protecting you and ensuring your safety before anyone else’s, including Elena’s.

One day, you thought you were alone in the Salvatore home. You had had a horrible day, getting into a fight with Elena and Bonnie. Caroline had sided with you, thankfully, but Bonnie and Elena had been accusing you of hooking up with Damon behind Elena’s back.

Damon was your best friend, sure, but you would never do that to Elena. 

So you laid down on the couch, only wanting to cry. You put your hand over your eyes, willing yourself to sleep. Perhaps when you woke up you would feel better.

You were almost asleep when you heard the clinking of crystal, and liquid being poured into a glass. Opening your eyes and turning your head, Damon was approaching you with two glasses of bourbon in his hands. 

“Sorry, I thought you weren’t here,” you whispered hoarsely. “I just-”

“You don’t have to apologize for coming here,” Damon said as he nudged the glass into your hand, before lifting your feet to sit down. When he was settled, he continued. “You know this house is always open to you. And don’t worry about explaining yourself, Caroline already called ahead and I made sure I was home when you got here.”

You let out a weak smile, before your lips started to quiver. “I just,” you began. “I can’t believe Bonnie and Elena would accuse me of that. Sure, I won’t deny that you’re attractive, but you’re also my best friend, I would never want things to be awkward with us and I would also never do that to Elena. The idea that she even assumes that I would do that hurts.”

Damon hummed, on hand resting on your knee gently. “I will talk to Elena,” He said. “You don’t deserve that, after all, you’re always risking your life for her. That isn’t fair. But for now, my wonderful best friend, why don’t we just drink and not worry about what happened today, alright?“ And it was moments like this that you knew Damon was the best possible thing that could happen to you.

Original Imagine: Imagine Alaric locking the classroom door and then bending you over his desk. & Imagine Alaric giving you detention just so he can fuck you over his desk. 

Author: Lein

Reader Gender: Female

Word Count:  1142

Warnings: Smut, sub/dom.

         You looked at Elena, after she slipped you a note, where she asked you if you wanted to come and hang out with her and Caroline after school. You nodded, and smiled back. You hadn’t arrived in town very long ago, and it was cool to know you had made a lot of contacts already.
“Miss… I don’t think that is related to history, what you are doing there. Hand it over please” You looked up, seeing Alaric standing next to your desk. Or Mr. Saltzman, like you should call him here, you guessed.

“No Mr. Saltzman.” You gave him the note. He was another of the contacts you had made in the few weeks you were here. Not that you wanted to tell Elena or Caroline about that, though. Nothing much had happened yet, but you felt it was bound to happen sooner or later. You wouldn’t complain… But here in school, you had to act like nothing was going on.

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kc + ‘you’re a famous critic and I’m a server and I get so nervous that I trip and spill the dish all over you’ au

As a Sommelier in a Michelin star restaurant, she was practically trained to spot the revered Michelin critics. 

The European restaurants were obsessed with Michelin star ratings. One star meant you were good. Two stars, and you were reaching for greatness. Three stars made your restaurant the place to be. 

There were so many things that Michelin reviewers took into consideration when they dined at your restaurant. If the host or hostess didn’t quite nail the greeting? Points deducted. If the wine wasn’t quite right on that particular evening? Another point gone. And god forbid if the produce wasn’t fresh, the chicken or duck wasn’t cooked to absolute perfection, or if the pain au chocolat wasn’t chocolatey enough. 

Michelin critics could make or break your restaurant. Just as they could be responsible for bumping you up to another star, they could just as easily take one away. She’d heard horror stories of three and two star restaurants being stripped of one of their stars, which was embarrassing enough in and of itself. 

The thing is though, they were incredibly hard to spot. There was a whole lot of mystery surrounding Michelin critics. They weren’t allowed to talk to journalists, they weren’t allowed to reveal themselves to restaurants, and they were even encouraged to not disclose their line of work to their family and friends, just in case someone boasted about it and they were inadvertently exposed. 

It was all very cloak and dagger, and a bit pretentious, but the restaurants relied so much on the ratings. 

She’d worked as a sommelier in a three star restaurant, and although the pay had been absolutely fantastic, her boss was the epitome of ‘arrogant french bastard’. And although she’d fallen in love with Paris, she felt like she was stuck in a rut. 

She’d upped and moved to London, and had immediately found work in a one star restaurant. It had been a definite pay cut, but she was still earning a very comfortable wage that afforded her an apartment in one of the nicer areas in London. And she genuinely liked the head chef, Enzo Augustine. 

Right now, they were gunning for a second star, and the owner of the restaurant, Alaric Saltzman, was pretty confident that they could get it. 

She spots the chauffeured Mercedes Benz pull up just as Stefan comes to join her at the window. Stefan Salvatore was the best server this side of the Thames, and knew exactly how to strike the balance between polite and teasing. And honestly, their guests loved him. 

In fact, Stefan had been singled out in their last Michelin star review, the first time they’d ever been awarded a star. Alaric had done whatever he could to keep Stefan around, including bumping up his pay dramatically. It really did pay to be good at your job. 

Stefan would never have left anyway, he genuinely enjoyed working at the restaurant and interacting with the customers.

“What do you think? Definitely a critic?” Stefan tilts his head to the side, peeking through the lace curtains at the tall, blonde, broad shouldered man dressed impeccably in a slate grey shirt with a black tie. 

“Michelin for sure.” Caroline replies in a whisper as they both nod to each other and head towards the battle stations. 

They have this routine down to a fine art by now. Stefan goes to warn the hostess on duty at the door, Bonnie. Thankfully Bonnie is one of their best, and always impeccably groomed with a smile ready for any customers. The other girl doesn’t even seem phased. 

In turn, Caroline heads towards the kitchen to warn Enzo and the rest of his crew currently on duty. She pokes her head into the door, Enzo furiously cutting up vegetables in preparation for a main dish for someone. 

“Code red handsome. Just about to walk through the door.” She calls towards Enzo, who looks up at her and gives her a quick wink. 

“Thanks gorgeous. We won’t let you down.”

Likewise, the kitchen staff continue on with their tasks like nothing had even happened. Chaos in a kitchen was never a good thing, and if you were the type to crack under pressure you could pretty much just pack up and go home. 

She returns to the main dining room just in time to see Stefan lead the critic towards the best table in the house, subtly removing the ‘reserved’ sign before the critic can catch onto the fact that he’s been seated at someone else’s table.

Stefan would no doubt have some alternative plan up his sleeve, otherwise he would never have risked it. 

The critic obviously knows right away what he wants, and orders without even looking at the menu. Stefan doesn’t even bother with a pad, committing it all to memory and coming over to her station to relay it all to her. 

As  sommelier, her job is to know wine. The training for it was intense, and costed alot of money but the payoff was worth it in the end. Her salary was on par with an executive chef at a five star restaurant, her knowledge with how wine and food played off each other’s flavours unparalleled. 

She stops just to the side of the table and offers a respectful nod, just as she’d been taught. 

“Good evening sir and welcome to La Pleine Lune. We hope you enjoy your experience with us tonight. My colleague has passed your menu choices onto me and I hope I can assist with pairing a wine to your meal?”

The critic nods once, sitting back in his chair and waiting for her to proceed. She usually doesn’t notice faces as such, but this one is jumping out at her. 

Perhaps it’s because he’s so gorgeous. 

Shit. Focus Caroline. A lot was at stake here. 

“With the salad, I would suggest a Pinot Noir to begin with. We have a beautiful blend from the Burgundy region that we recently acquired.”

Pinot Noir was an untraditional choice to be sure, but she just knew that it would be the perfect complement to the amazing salad that Enzo was currently preparing in the kitchen. 

The critic raises his eyebrows at this, but she’s confident in her choices. 

“For the main, the duck will be exquisite with the shiraz from the wine regions of Mudgee in Australia. It’s delightfully smooth in texture and the taste is divine.”

“And for the dessert?” The critic asks, looking slightly impressed at her choices so far. She tries not to let it get to her head. 

“It’s a surprise, but I’m sure you’ll enjoy it all the same.” 

The critic looks surprised by this, but instead nods once in agreement. 

“I’ll leave it in your no doubt capable hands.”

Perfect. She pastes on a warm smile, one that could smooth over any hairy situation, and a smile that had served her well on many occasions. 

“Very well then sir, I will return momentarily with the first selection.” 

The wine cellar downstairs is state of the art, temperature controlled, and one of the most expansive in London. They had everything from Shiraz to Chardonnay to Champagne to Sauvignon Blanc. Their wine cellar was legendary, and it was her turf. 

She returns with the first glass just as Stefan is approaching with the salad. As per their usual protocol she lets Stefan set down the meal first before she approaches with the wine so as not to overwhelm the critic. 

She’s not sure what happens next, because she’s done this approach a thousand times over the course of her career. Stefan later swears that her foot got caught on something, but that couldn’t have been it. 

It’s with an impending sense of horror that she watches the glass tip sideways on her tray in slow motion, the wine splashing out of the glass and onto the jacket of a Michelin star critic. 

Fuck she was so fired. 

She freezes for a moment as his eyes meet hers, lips curling up into an amused smile at his no doubt deer caught in the headlights expression. 

“I am so sorry.” She manages to choke out as Stefan whips the serving cloth from over his shoulder, motioning towards the sleeve of the man’s jacket. 

Stefan dabs it down quickly, eyes flicking towards her with a quick glance. She takes the time to hurry to the kitchen discarding her tray and picking up another one as Enzo gives her a sympathetic smile. 

It takes next to no time to pour another glass, and she takes her time as she moves towards the critic, who looks fairly relaxed despite everything. 

“Forgive me sir for my error. Of course, we’ll arrange to have your jacket put through dry cleaning.” She apologises as she carefully places the wine glass to the left of his plate, topping up the glass with the bottle this time. 

“Thankyou Caroline.” The critic glances at her dismissively, and she takes the hint. 

————–

“It’ll be fine gorgeous, believe me. Alaric is not going to fire you because you spilt some wine on a customer.” Enzo slings his arm around her shoulder as they mount the back steps of the restaurant to the employee entrance. 

“But he was a Michelin star critic!” She practically wails as Enzo pulls the door open for her. “That was our one shot for the year. Oh god what if we lost it instead?” She drops her voice to a whisper as Enzo rolls his eyes. 

“Then we’ll get it back. It’s nothing we can’t handle gorgeous, you know that.” 

Alaric is waiting for them, arms crossed as he motions towards his office. 

“We need to have a chat Caroline.”

She shoulders her bag with a resigned sigh and steps towards the office, sinking down into a chair in front of Alaric’s desk. Alaric looks stern as he locks the door behind them, and she can’t help but swear under her breath. 

“How was last night Caroline?” Alaric begins pleasantly enough as she finally raises her head to meet his eyes. 

“Not fantastic. I fucked up, and I’m so sorry if we lose a star because of it, and please fire me because I will take all of the heat if you’d like me to.”

Alaric looks confused. 

“Caroline what on Earth are you talking about?”

“Alaric I’m pretty sure I spilt white wine on a Michelin star critic last night.” She drops her voice low, still mortified even recounting the event. 

Alaric stares at her for a long moment before he smiles. 

“Well you obviously did something right, because he gave us another star. We obviously cant’ make it public until the new guide is released next month, but he was impressed with how everything went last night.” 

She stares at him. 

“But I spilt wine on him!” She exclaims. 

Alaric hands her a piece of paper. 

“Read the report for yourself if you don’t believe me.” 

It’s with an increasing sense of disbelief that she scans her eyes over the neatly typed page. 

Congratulations on your second star and please give thanks to Stefan Salvatore and Lorenzo Augustine for their wonderful service and meal respectively. 

However, the standout for me was your Sommelier, Caroline Forbes. She completely kept her cool despite a rather unfortunate incident, and more than made up for it in the next two courses. Her knowledge of wine is absolutely incredible, and I couldn’t fault any of her decisions, a rare quality to have. 

She is worth every penny you pay her, and I encourage you to continue to keep her on in this capacity. The current team you have may very well be enough to elevate you to a third star. 

She slides the piece of paper back over to Alaric before launching herself at her boss with a squeal. 

“Alaric, two stars, that’s amazing! Oh my god I was so worried you were going to fire me.” 

Alaric looks at her incredulously as he ruffles her hair playfully. 

“Please. Even if you had lost us a star there’s no way in hell I’d let you walk out that door, you’re the best at what you do, no competition. Oh he also had this couriered over. Looks pretty expensive if you ask me.”

Alaric hands her a postage box, and he just chuckles from behind her as she retreats to the staff quarters, mouthing a quick ‘two stars’ to Enzo in the kitchen before shutting the door behind her. 

The box contains a rare bottle of Shiraz from the Beaujolais region in France, and she has to admire his good taste, whoever this critic may be. There’s a slip of paper in the box with the wine, and she unfolds it carefully. 

Congratulations on your success. Perhaps we might be able to share this bottle over dinner one night?

Klaus

P.S- If you say yes I can never come back to your restaurant in the capacity of my job again. 

He’s left his number as well as his name, and she doesn’t hesitate to text him back. 

Yes.