#delana

Saw the post by @xxlionheartedgirlxx and I am going to consider myself tagged

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all files in your WIP folder regardless how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell us about it.

I’m finally digging through my WIP folder for this tag game. Most of these titles are honestly ridiculous, but they're all TVDU and I have so many of them.

A cottage of secrets: Rebekah x Kai with children

Coping: a Elena Gilbert what if

Ditgail era: kol x Bonnie text fic

Animals: bonkai prison world Oneshot

Teenage disaster: Elena Gilberts side to my Caroline x Jeremy teenage dream

Architect of deceit: it's a redo of my old unfinished kennett fic

Marital statue: a freya and Enzo story

Davina x Elijah: A Bargain of Blood and Lace set in like Season 1, Episode 10 ("The Casket Girls") or Episode 11 ("Après Moi, Le Déluge")

The mikeasons heir: it's a hope mikeason and her family au where everybody lived it's like a cozy humor one

Moral Crisis: Klaroline Fanfic

Loneliness is a real bitch, I’m sorry it’s got you down. It’s been a lonely day for me, too. Thank goodness for Cross’buir amiright. Lol.

I’ll do you one better. How about Crosshair snuggles with Dee AND baby Asher. :)

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“I can’t believe he’s six months old already.”

“Mhm,” Crosshair makes a noncommittal sound of agreement, too intoxicated with the sight of his small son snuggled between them as he traces the delicate contours of his face. Asher makes a small cooing sound in his sleep. Even though he’s frowning.

“Crosshair.”

Crosshair flickers his gaze up to his wife, laying across from him.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Every word.”

Delana’s lip twitches. “I said, he’s got your frown, even in sleep.”

Crosshair looks back down to their son. He sees it, the sharp corners of Asher’s lips curved steeply into a frown and not indicative of the way he sleeps ever so soundly. He’s such an easy baby. Perfect in every way.

“You know, if we were Hunter and Cyare, we’d already have another one on the way.”

“But we’re not, and we don’t.”

Delana chews her lip slowly, weighing his words, and choosing her next ones carefully.

“Could you see it, though?

Crosshair lifts his gaze to hers. “See what.”

“You know,” she reaches out and caresses their little guy’s face. “Another Asher.”

Crosshair straightens in the bed, just a bit, propped up on one elbow and looming protectively over Ash. His eyes never leaving his.

He hums after a long moment. “Maybe. Not now, though.” His fingers wrestle with hers for space on the Ramser’ika’s face. “I’m trying to find something about him that looks like you.”

Dee chuckles softly. “He’s handsome. That’s all you.”

“No..”

“Yes.” She leans across Asher and kisses him on the cheek. “Accept it.”

“Never.”

“Shhh..” Delana chides, barely containing her laughter as Asher stirs slightly beneath them. They watch intently as their Ramser’ika settles again with no fret or stress.

“He’s perfect,” Crosshair decides. “That’s all you.”

Delana can’t help but roll her eyes. “Really? That’s what you’re going with?”

“Take it or leave it.”

“I’ll take it,” she cranes her neck down and kisses Asher’s soft cheek. “I love you, my Little Sniper. You have the best daddy ever.”

Crosshair can’t fight the way his chest swells. “That’s not fair.”

Just recently started watching Vampire Diaries and I am o b s e s s e d. I'm on season 2 now and, no spoilers!!! But I am feeling all kinds of soft for Elena and Damon. To be fair, p sure I've seen them together before through online and my mom when she used to watch this.

But yall I want it so bad. And I can only got through the show so fast w my bf watching and having to work 😭😭 so now I'm asking if anyone possibly has some good Delena fanfic that are like... Season one based or are for sure without spoilers jfkvk

All I wanna doo is scour tumblr and ao3 for anything VD related and I can't 😭

Want enemies to lovers? Watch "T@gged"

I would tell you who but I don't want to spoil anything.

Not twenty minutes later, he was tip-toeing up the stairs and sat on the edge of the bed with the tray on the other side of him. Pancakes with strawberries, whipped cream and syrup, and of course, fresh coffee. He stuck a couple roses in a tall thin vase and put those on the tray, too. 

Gently rousing Alana from sleep, he pressed a kiss to her brow. “Morning, beautiful. I made you breakfast.”