#gilbert!reader

A/N: So I’ve decided to go through my Fandom Prompt List and do a fic for each prompt. This is the first one.

Fandom Prompt List: 23 “I mean, it’s sort of exciting, isn’t it? Breaking the rules?”

Request: Can you do a platonic Damon Salvatore X female gilbert reader where she surprises him by asking to be turned into a vampire while they are hanging out at the boarding house. By @ab1nsur​  Hope you like it!

Summary: Y/n asks Damon a question he thought he would never have to answer.

Characters: Damon Salvatore, Gilbert!Reader

Warnings: language, set in S5

Word Count:1,028

Anon requested: “Headcanons for Kol Mikaelson reuniting with the reincarnation of his first boyfriend from his human life”

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If you had never moved to Mystic Falls, you would have never known you were a reincarnation of someone. Not to mention you would have remained in the dark about the existence of supernatural beings.

You were a thief living in L.A. before you moved. It was your cousin Elena who brought you there. Right after her adoptive parents died in their car accident, you traveled to Mystic Falls for support. As time passed, you learned about the supernatural occupants.

It wasn’t until the Mikaelsons arrived that you learned that you were also possibly supernatural. The first Mikaelson you met was Klaus.

Klaus seemed surprised to see you, and asked if you were a vampire. When you answered no, he was both relieved and concerned.

Then the others were undaggered. Each Mikaelson seemed to recognize you, Rebekah going so far as to call you “Wesley.” It took a while to convince them that you weren’t this mysterious Wesley.

Your cousin and the Salvatore brothers kept you away from the Mikaelson family after that first meeting. But then came a day when they needed someone to break into the Mikaelson home for a special necklace. And you were the only human they could trust to do it (not to mention you had experience in this kind of thing).

You broke into the house and were searching for the necklace when you heard the front door open. Not knowing where to go, you ducked into one of the bedrooms and quietly shut the door.

Whoever entered the house wasn’t making any noise like they were leaving soon, so you made your way over to the window to climb out. It was then you saw the picture sticking out of a book.

You pulled the old picture out of the book and nearly had a stroke. It was obviously from a long time ago, but in the picture was a man who looked exactly like you, and Kol Mikaelson. But that was impossible, wasn’t it? It was then Kol came up into his room.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was just heading out!”

“Of where, the window?”

“I mean, front doors are kinda overrated.”

“Why don’t you tell me why you’re here?”

“Why don’t you tell me why I’m in a picture with you despite having never met you?”

That was when Kol started explaining everything to you. He said that you were identical to his first boyfriend, a druid by the name of Wesley. But he was long dead, so it wasn’t clear how or why you were his twin.

You didn’t want to believe what Kol was saying, but there really wasn’t a logical explanation for this. So you did what you do best; make a quick getaway and worry later. You had a feeling you were going to see Kol Mikaelson around a lot more.

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(Silas x Gilbert!Reader)

You're walking through the town square with a journal in hand. The sun is setting in the distance, and there's not a lot of people out. You bump into someone's chest, dropping your journal.

"S-sorry," you gasp. "Oh, Stefan. Why're you here?"

Stefan stares at you. You lean down and pick up the journal. He stares with his mouth slightly open for a few seconds. You feel mildly uncomfortable the longer this goes on. Eventually, he closes his mouth and swallows.

Stefan stutters, "I-I was just taking a walk."

You nod. 

"Right. Well, I found that journal I was talking about. But, it's all in Greek," you inform.

"Really?" Stefan questions, Do you speak Greek?"

You give him a weird look. "A little. Come on Stef, you went to my high school. Are you … okay? Not finally getting dementia, are you?"

Just then, your phone rings. You rifle through your bag and pull out your phone. Elena's caller ID flashes across the screen. Stefan grabs your wrist gently. 

He commands, "Don't answer that."

"Wha—" 

It's like a fog rolling in inside your head. You decline the call. You put your phone in your bag and ignore insistent buzzing.

"You're not Stefan," you realize.

The Stefan lookalike smiles, confirming, "No. I'm not."

"Y-you're a doppelgänger? Or he-he's a doppelgänger?"

"He is my dopple."

Your legs won't move.

"I'd rather you not run. It'd make having a conversation harder."

Is he reading your emotions?

The Stefan lookalike shrugs. "More like your thoughts, but emotions aren't completely ruled out."

"That should be impossible. Only witches—"

"I am … 2020 years old. Did you know that? Granted, I couldn't move for 2000 of them but," he sucks his teeth, "age is age."

"Silas," you gasp.

"You," he brushes your cheek with a knuckle, "look exactly like them."

"I'm not Amara."

Silas smiles. "I know."

"I don't know anything."

"I know."

"Why can't I move?"

"I told you, I'm not letting you."

"Why?"

"You mentioned a journal earlier."

"It's related to someone else."

"Who?"

You bite your tongue. You have vervain on you, but it's doing nothing.

"Don't bite down so hard," he scolds, gripping your jaw. "You'll bite your tongue off at this rate."

Your jaw relaxes, teeth moving off your tongue. You hear your name in the distance. Damon is yelling your name from somewhere far, and Elena is too.

Silas sighs, "Damn, I wanted a bit more time."

He draws you in close, gazing into your eyes.

"Forget me. Forget we ever had this conversation. If you get curious about Silas or the cure, you come find me, not Stefan." Just before he leaves, he remembers something else. "Oh, and keep that journal on you for the next time we meet. I'll help you decode it."

Silas speeds off, leaving you in the street in a daze. Damon grabs your shoulder and shakes you.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"Wha-what?"

"I called you," Elena claims. "I called you a dozen times. We thought you were in trouble. I thought—"

She doesn't finish, sweeping you up into a tight hug. Damon says something about -----. The name causes your temple to throb. Elena and Damon take you home. The entire time, you can't shake the uncanny feeling that someone is watching you.