Slept So Long: Heart Of Stone Ch. 1

Slept So Long: Heart of Stone Ch. 1

Summary: It was a love story between the boy who was drowning and the girl who helped him breathe again.

Damon has been alive since 1864–as a vampire. While strolling through Mystic Falls, he spots the love of his life and the reason why he’s a monster–Katherine Pierce. Only now she’s human and calling herself by the name Elena Gilbert. Damon doesn’t care. He’ll get his revenge on Katherine. Whether she remembers him or not.

Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Angst, Kidnapping Relationships: Elena Gilbert/Damon Salvatore & Katherine Pierce/Damon Salvatore Additional Tags: Human Elena Gilbert, Human Katherine Pierce, Human/Vampire Relationship, Vampire Bites, Possessive Damon Salvatore, Inspired by The Vampire Diaries, Stockholm Syndrome, Ripper Stefan Salvatore, No Humanity Stefan Salvatore, Protective Damon Salvatore, Sassy Damon Salvatore, Damon Salvatore being Damon Salvatore, Elena Gilbert & Damon Salvatore Friendship, Humanity Switch (Vampire Diaries) A/N Note: This was part of a role play that I started under my Damon Salvatore RP blog. It was never finished, so I thought I would finish it.

As Damon strolled down the streets of Mystic Falls, a figure caught his attention, causing him to stop and stare in disbelief. There, jogging down the street, was Katherine Pierce. His heart skipped a beat, a mix of shock and disbelief washing over him. He couldn't believe his eyes. He had thought she was dead.

Yet, here she was, alive and well, taking a run through Mystic Falls. Damon's mind raced with questions. Why had she let him believe she was dead? Why had she returned now, after all this time?

Damon pondered his next move, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. Should he stalk her? The idea seemed tempting, but he shook his head, realizing it was foolish and could lead to more harm than good. Instead, he decided to confront her while she was out running. No one would come looking for her immediately if he nabbed her now.

With his decision made, Damon took a step forward, but his foot snapped a twig, catching Katherine's attention. She looked back and saw him, immediately realizing she was being pursued. She picked up her pace, attempting to outrun him.

Damon's smirk widened. Apparently, Katherine was human now and, therefore, no match for him. With the speed of a vampire, he surged forward, snatching her and knocking her unconscious.

Elena's eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar sight. A shiver ran down her spine as she realized she was lying on a cold, dirty cement floor. Rubbing her temples, she sat up, her head spinning from the sudden movement. The last thing she remembered was going out for a run and encountering a man. 'What the hell...' Her voice was barely audible, raspy from her dry throat.

Pulling herself up slowly, Elena took in the sparse room. There was a thin, old-looking cot off to the side and not much else. Fear gripped her as she wrapped her arms around herself, imagining something far worse than being locked up happening to her. She swallowed, trying to moisten her throat, and went to the small, barred window on the iron door, attempting to look out. "Hello?!" Her yell echoed faintly. "Hey! Let me the hell out of here!" It felt pointless, but it was the only natural thing to say at that moment.

"Don’t you watch horror movies? Nothing good ever comes from yelling ‘Hello!’ You should know better than that, Katherine," Damon snarked, peering into the cell.

His eyes traveled slowly over her, taking in every detail now that she was awake. Damon hadn’t had the chance to feed on her yet because he wasn’t sure if she was full of vervain. He was waiting for her to wake before he tested her. But first, he wanted to hear what she had to say about her sudden appearance in Mystic Falls after 145 years.

"So, Katherine, the last time we saw each other, Stefan and I were trying to save your ass from burning in the church. Care to elaborate on where you’ve been for the past 145 years?"

Elena jumped back a couple of feet when he appeared on the other side of the little window, her eyes wide as saucers. Katherine? She had no idea who this Katherine was, but she was sure as hell wasn’t her.

The way he looked at her made Elena feel completely uneasy as if she were on display like some animal in a cage, which essentially she was. He kept calling her Katherine, so hopefully, when he found out she wasn’t Katherine, he would just let her go on her merry way, and they both could forget about this misunderstanding.

"Listen, I don’t know who you think I am, but you have the wrong girl. My name isn’t Katherine, it’s Elena… and 145 years? I’m only seventeen…" Elena was unsure how to approach him, especially after he brought up horror movies, making it difficult to determine the appropriate course of action for dealing with someone who may be a murderer.

"Please, just let me out of here. I’m not going to tell anyone about this," Elena pleaded, holding her arms even more tightly around herself as she moved back from the door another step.

Damon's eyes narrowed as he stared at Katherine, who stood before him, trying to persuade him to let her go. He began clapping his hands slowly, a mocking smile on his lips. "Sorry, Katherine," he said, "but you'll have to do better than that if you want to convince me to release you. Your performance needs a little more rehearsal. As it stands, you're not going anywhere anytime soon."

With a firm grip, he inserted the metal bar into the slot and turned it, causing the cell door to creak open. As he stepped inside, his eyes fixed on Katherine, who shrank back instinctively from his ominous presence. With each step, his pace quickened, his movements predatory and deliberate, until he stood before her, a towering figure casting a long, menacing shadow.

"Okay, I’ll bite. If you really aren’t Katherine and just a seventeen-year-old girl, then what’s to stop you from telling anyone? How am I supposed to know that you won’t go scampering to Mystic Falls’ Finest if I let you go?" Damon asked with a flirty smirk.

Elena’s brows creased as the man on the other side of the door began to clap, calling her by a name that wasn’t her own. It was all incredibly odd and downright terrifying. She wondered what in the world she did to deserve this—or, more accurately, what this insanely old Katherine could have done to deserve it.

As he entered the cell and started moving towards her, Elena took a few steps back, her heart pounding with fear and confusion. Her big brown doe eyes widened, taking in the sight of the stranger who had invaded her personal space. The cold, hard wall at her back offered no escape. She couldn't understand the meaning behind the flirty smirk playing on his lips, or what he hoped to achieve by being here. All she knew was that this situation made her uncomfortable and scared.

Her heart racing with fear, Elena spoke in a trembling voice, "I have no reason to tell anyone. You haven't hurt me, so why should I hurt you?" She desperately wanted to escape and return to the safety of her home, where she could come up with an excuse to justify her absence. Despite her fear, she tried to remain calm and composed, hoping that her captor would release her unharmed.

Damon advanced towards her with a slow, measured gait, his movements graceful and almost cat-like. With every step, he inched closer to his prey, his eyes fixed on her with an unblinking intensity, like a predator stalking its prey. He stopped a few feet away from her and cocked his head to the right, taking in her scent, her fear, and her vulnerability. He could hear her heart pounding in her chest, almost drowning out all other sounds, and he could practically taste her fear on his tongue. The scent of her adrenaline was intoxicating, and it made his blood boil with excitement. Perfect, Damon thought to himself. Fear and adrenaline always made the blood taste sweeter, and they were the main reasons why he loved to chase his food rather than compelling it.

In the dimly lit room, Damon gazed at Elena, wondering why he had never considered having fun with her before. As the dimly lit room cast its shadows, he leaned closer, his piercing eyes locking with hers. Suddenly, he stepped aside and gestured towards the open door behind him, compelling her to stay.

"You will not leave this house for any reason," Damon compelled her, then he stepped aside and gestured towards the open door behind him. He held her gaze for a moment longer before finally saying, "Run."

Tumblr PSA:

Idk how long this is going to be an issue. Maybe forever. But when you're tagging people in Tumblr posts, you need to start tagging them in groups of five. After each group, press enter and tag the next group in a new block. If you do not do that, all of the tags after the first five will not work.

I learned this the hard way.

Your tags need to be organized like this.

@/tag1 @/tag2 @/tag3 @/tag4 @/tag5

@/tag6 @/tag7 @/tag8 @/tag9 @/tag10

@/tag11 @/tag12 @/tag13 @/tag14 @/tag15

And so on.

Hopefully this doesn't last forever, but it's definitely the way you have to do it for now.

Best Prompts of 2023!

Prompt #1025: "You told me you loved me." "Yes." "While you thought I was dying in your arms." "Yes." "Well, I’m still alive. Care to repeat that?"

Prompt #1011: "I sometimes miss that little girl you once were." "I don’t, she was a coward."

Prompt #1018: "Shut up, I’m trying to confess my love to you."

Prompt #1026: "I thought a few candles would be very romantic." "You almost burnt down the house."

Prompt #1037: "Sometimes you annoy me so much that I want to start planning our wedding, just so I can very publicly divorce you."

Prompt #1016: All their kisses so far had been full of anger. Too rough, too desperate. This one was their first kiss that was soft, without urgency.

Prompt #966: "Why did you never tell me?" "It was a personal issue." "You being in love with me kind of also involves me."

Prompt #1023: "Why do people keep saying I’m doing well considering the circumstances? I’m feeling awful!" "Since the circumstances were you almost dying, I would say you are doing quite well being able to whine to me about it."

Prompt #1057: "Just admit it, you have feelings for them." "Only the worst ones."

Prompt #1050: "Can you feel it?" "Can I feel what?" "My disappointment in you."

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Sharp Edges and Quick Quips

Characters: Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson, & Reader

Word Count: 275

Summary: You, Sam, and Bucky share tense, playful banter before a mission

Warnings: Violence, weapon use, strong language, implied threat

The Quinjet’s engines rumble beneath your boots, the cabin vibrating slightly as the craft prepares for takeoff. It’s just you, Sam, and Bucky onboard, the silence punctuated by the steady hum of the ship. You adjust your gear, eyes flicking to the two men across from you. Bucky leans back against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with a casual smirk. Sam’s checking his gauntlets, but you feel his gaze shift your way.

Friday’s voice echoes through the comms, smooth and automated.

“Before takeoff, please ensure that all small items are secured.”

Both Sam and Bucky turn to look at you. Sam’s eyebrow arches.

“What?” you ask, feeling the weight of their expectant stares.

Sam leans back, that familiar grin stretching across his face. “Do you feel safe?”

Without a word, you pull a knife from your belt and flick it across the room. It slices through the air, embedding itself in the panel just inches from Sam’s head. He doesn’t even blink, but the smile fades slightly.

Bucky chuckles under his breath, pushing off the wall. “You’re getting faster with that.”

He walks over to the panel, yanking the knife out with a quick tug. He looks at it for a moment, amused, before stepping back and handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you mutter, sliding the blade back into your belt with practiced ease. You glance at Sam, then back at Bucky.

“This family makes me want to murder people.”

Bucky grins, that soft laugh still rumbling in his chest. “Welcome to the club.”

Sam just shakes his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "And you wonder why I always sit up front."

Looking for NEW writing exercises to help writers get in the mood to write.

I've done the following exercises before:

six word sentences

5 headed hydra

free write for 5mins

Please comment with your writing exercises and how you use them. 😊

I’m know I’m not the first person to say this, but any newbies on tumblr really need to understand how different this is from a lot of other social media. Particularly tiktok.

I just saw a creator on tiktok reminding followers that it’s actually a problem when someone goes back to the earliest post and watches all the posts chronologically, liking and commenting along the way. The stupid app recognizes it as spam or something and then kinda puts a halt on their account? Literally punishing people for positive engagement?? 🥴🤦‍♀️

I’ve already heard people saying years back how they don’t want to be “creepy” and go through a persons blog, liking and reblogging tons of stuff. But think how many more people are going to be worried about it now, thinking they might do actual damage! Most people, especially younger people, are so used to the way tiktok works now. So please, do not ever worry about this on here. Just remember-

You will never do any harm if you go on a like and reblog fest through someone’s tumblr blog! The only risk you’re taking is to make the blog owner weep for joy!! 😭🤣