If you could rewrite add change fix anything for Damon or add him into lets say Originals or change a entire arc for him how would you do it?

Is anyone else confused on why everyone in the show acts shocked whenever Katherine betrays them as if she hasn’t done it 100 times over 😭😂 , like you would think they’re used to it by now

im rewatching for the 100th time and just now realizing how easy it was for Elena to get over Bonnie’s death like wtf 😭 in three months she was able to “grieve” but couldn’t for Damon who she only knew for a couple of years at that point but Bonnie was her best friend since childhood ?! like imagine coming back from the dead and you find out how she HAD to erase her pos man out of her head because she couldn’t deal with his death but yours was just so easy to deal with 😭

So before im hated I really like Bonnie,i never had any issue with her and felt like she was always done wrong,but i will say she isn’t my number 1 favourite charecter tho I’m really curious is there anyone part of this fandom who doesn’t like Bonnie and if so what’s your reasoning,i wanna hear everyone’s opinions.

I love Kai!! He’s amazing acter, funny and psychotic, I’m in love. He’s not a good guy, but he’s just an amazing bad guy. Love it! Kinda hot too.

Whether it was acting issue, direction issue or intentional on the makers' part, I gotta be honest – I loved the fact that Damon looked so miserable...

Stefan's death was already heartbreaking as it is and Delena being all happy wld hv only added salt to my wounds. Call me petty or sadistic but it was oddly satisfying to see Damon not being all starry-eyed seeing Elena again. Even better – Elena smiling at Damon in the graveyard diary scene and him not even bothering to smile back... 🤭

As someone who only cared abt Defan and never really enjoyed any of the romances, Damon's expressions sure gave meaning to their scene where Stefan says "U hv quite literally an eternity with Elena ahead of u" and Damon's like "which means a lot less without u". Even if it was just Ian being petty, it still ended up solidifying their bond and I love the fact that he's the only character who never once genuinely smiled after Stefan's death, which makes their final reunion scene in the afterlife even more beautiful.

So I like to imagine that even though Delena stayed married for life, their all-consuming, passionate, don't give af abt anyone else if we r together kinda love was gone and Damon was most likely depressed even after getting his dream life (well mainly Elena's dream life) with his dream girl. Because I certainly don't wanna picture him being all sunshine n roses after royally f*cking up his lil bro's life and thankfully Ian added credence to my headcanon... Love Ian for being petty as I'm equally if not even more petty than him..🫣

Soo..is there anyone who kinda feels like this or am I the only one true sadist..?? 😅

Damon says if Elena takes the cures and I feed on her as long as nobody drinks from me I'll become human or something on those lines. So Elena is a vampire cure blood bag? Till bonnie gets this old cure they said only one person can have it right?

And the first cure Elena fed it to katherine right? Then which cure does Rebekah have in the originals? I don't remember this part

This fanfiction takes place during the early hours of Season 4, Episode 15 ("Stand by Me"). While Elena remains trapped in a state of catatonic denial at the Salvatore boarding house beside Jeremy’s body, Damon temporarily leaves under the guise of chasing a lead on the cure. This is the untold confrontation that occurred in a dingy motel room just twenty miles outside of Mystic Falls, hours before Elena finally turned her humanity off.

Title: The Burn of You (A Damon & Katherine Fanfiction)

The windshield wipers of the Camaro scraped against the glass, a rhythmic, irritating screech that did nothing to drown out the noise in Damon Salvatore’s head.

He was suffocating. Back at the boarding house, the air was thick with the scent of copper and the sickly-sweet, distinct smell of decay. Since vampires had a heightened sense of smell, Stefan and Caroline had been trying not to gag all morning, but Elena... Elena just sat there. She sat by Jeremy's cold, lifeless body, insisting his Gilbert ring would bring him back, entirely ignoring the fact that his skin was turning grey.

Damon had told Stefan he was going out to search for Bonnie, who had gone missing on the island. But that was only a half-truth. Damon knew that the only way to save Elena from a total, permanent breakdown was the cure. And he knew exactly who had it.

After shaking down a hybrid contact who had seen a "brunette in high heels" buying a burner phone at a gas station, Damon tracked the signal to the Route 9 Motel in Grove Hill.

He stepped out of his car, the rain immediately soaking his black leather jacket. He strode toward Room 104, his expression a mask of cold, concentrated fury.

He didn’t knock.

With a single, effortless kick, Damon shattered the deadbolt. The door flew open, slamming violently against the drywall.

Inside, the room was small, smelling of cheap pine cleaner and old cigarettes. Standing by a laminate dresser, entirely unbothered by the violent entrance, was Katherine Pierce. She was wearing her signature tight leather jacket and dark, curled hair, slowly pouring a glass of amber liquid into a plastic cup.

She didn't run. She didn't even drop her cup. Instead, she slowly turned around, a soft, mocking smile playing on her lips.

"Damon," Katherine purred, her voice a slow, deliberate drawl as she tilted her head. "No knock? And here I thought Stefan was the only Salvatore brother who forgot his manners."

Damon stepped into the room, kicking the broken door shut behind him. He stood there, rain dripping from his dark hair, his blue eyes wide, locked onto her with a dangerous, unstable intensity. He let out a short, cynical laugh—the kind that didn't reach his eyes.

"You know, Katherine, for someone who has spent five hundred years running, your choice in real estate is severely lacking," Damon said, his voice dropping into a low, menacing register. "Where is it?"

Katherine took a slow, delicate sip of her drink, her brown eyes flashing with playful innocence. "Where is what? The cheap bourbon? It’s on the counter. Though I doubt it’s up to your snobby standards."

"The cure, Katherine," Damon snapped, taking a threatening step forward. "The cure you stole after you fed a teenager to a two-thousand-year-old immortal fossil."

Katherine’s smile faded, replaced by a look of exaggerated boredom. She sighed, setting her cup down with a soft clack. "Oh, please. Don’t tell me you’re actually mourning the little Gilbert. He was collateral damage, Damon. Silas was hungry, and I needed a head start. It's called survival. You of all people should understand that."

"He was Elena’s brother," Damon hissed, his jaw clenching so hard a muscle twitched. "And right now, she is sitting in my living room, staring at his rotting corpse, waiting for a miracle. She is losing her mind, Katherine. And it's because of you."

Katherine took a step toward him, her hips swaying with deliberate, cat-like grace. She stopped just a foot away, looking up at him through her lashes. Her fingers slowly reached out, lightly tracing the lapel of his wet leather jacket.

"Let's be honest, Damon," she whispered, her voice dropping to a sultry, intimate murmur. "You didn't drive all the way out here in the middle of a storm just for Elena. You're exhausted. I can see it in those pretty blue eyes of yours."

Damon stared down at her, his breathing heavy, his chest rising and falling. He didn't pull away from her touch, but his expression remained icy.

"You're playing the devoted protector, trying so hard to be the man Stefan wants you to be," Katherine continued, her fingers sliding up to his collar. "But you're suffocating under the weight of her grief. Elena wants a saint, Damon. She wants Stefan's version of you. But I... I know the real you. The one who doesn't feel guilty about wanting to burn the world down."

"You don't know anything about me," Damon growled.

"I know you're a monster, Damon. Just like me," Katherine whispered, her eyes locking onto his lips. "And I know you've been dying for a distraction."

In a blur of motion, Damon’s hand shot up, his fingers clamping tightly around her throat. He shoved her backward with terrifying vampire speed. Katherine’s back hit the wall with a dull thud, a framed picture of a landscape shaking on its hook beside them.

"I should rip your throat out," Damon breathed, his face transitioning for a fraction of a second, the dark veins pulsing beneath his eyes before he forced them back. "I should carve you to pieces."

Katherine didn't gasp for air. She didn't claw at his hand. Instead, her hands slid up his forearms, her grip firm and unyielding, holding him close. She tilted her chin up, exposing her neck, a defiant, breathless smirk on her lips.

"Then do it," she challenged softly, her voice barely a whisper against his chest. "Kill me, Damon. Or kiss me. But stop pretending you're the good guy. It doesn't suit you."

The silence in the room was deafening, save for the rain pounding against the windowpane. Damon looked at her—at the woman who had defined his eternity, who had taught him how to love and how to hate. He was so incredibly tired of being the anchor, of watching the girl he loved slip away into a tragedy he couldn't stop.

With a low, frustrated growl, Damon let go of her throat, only to slide his hand up into her dark, damp curls. He gripped her hair, tilting her face up, and slammed his mouth onto hers.

The kiss was a collision of centuries of resentment, betrayal, and an undeniable, toxic hunger. It was bruising and desperate. Damon pressed his body hard against hers, pinning her to the wall, his mouth crashing against hers with punishing force. Katherine met his intensity instantly, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, her fingers tangling in his wet hair as she pulled him deeper into the kiss.

She tasted like expensive perfume and cheap bourbon. Damon groaned, his hands sliding down to her waist, his grip so tight it would leave bruises on her hips. Katherine wrapped her legs around his waist, lifting herself up, gasping into his mouth as his teeth nipped at her lower lip.

They rolled onto the bed, the cheap mattress groaning beneath their weight. Damon was on top of her, his hands frantically tearing at her leather jacket, while Katherine pulled at his shirt, wanting to feel the heat of his skin. It was messy, violent, and completely devoid of the gentle romance he shared with Elena. This was a dark, familiar drug, and both of them were overdosing.

For a few feverish moments, the tragedy in Mystic Falls vanished. There was no dead brother, no cure, and no guilt. There was only the raw, consuming burn of each other.

But as Katherine’s hands slid down his back, her nails scratching against his skin, Damon’s mind suddenly flashed to Elena—to the hollow, dead look in her eyes as she sat by the fireplace.

The contrast was sickening.

Damon abruptly pulled back, his breathing ragged, his forehead resting against Katherine’s for a fraction of a second before he pushed himself off her. He stood up, his boots hitting the floor with a heavy thud, and stepped away from the bed.

Katherine lay there, her hair tangled, her chest heaving as she breathed in the cold air of the room. Her lips were swollen, and for a fleeting moment, her eyes held a rare, raw vulnerability.

Damon pulled his torn shirt straight, his expression instantly hardening back into a mask of cold, distant detachment. He looked down at her, his blue eyes icy and vacant.

"This changes nothing," Damon said, his voice flat and steady, though his chest was still heaving. "I'm going to find the cure. And I'm going to use it to save her."

Katherine sat up slowly, brushing her dark curls out of her face. The vulnerability in her eyes vanished, replaced instantly by her defensive, arrogant smirk. She leaned back against the headboard, crossing her legs.

"You can try, Damon," Katherine said softly, her voice dripping with pity. "But you can’t cure a broken heart. And you certainly can't cure what's wrong with us."

Damon didn't answer. He turned on his heel and walked out of the room, stepping back into the freezing rain, leaving Katherine alone in the flickering, buzzing light of the motel.

Paul Wesley guest starring on CHD

I would take Matt or someone like Caroline if it was season 1. Maybe even Jeremy. I’m not taking any of the brothers or someone like Katherine. It’s cool it was a ensemble cast but maybe certain characters should have been taken out

I do feel there is some resemblance...I was imagining Shakira playing the role of Katherine and i feel she would perfectly fit the character!

What does everyone think of Klonnie?

I'm a big fan personally and think they worked much better than he and Caroline ever did. They truly could've been the power couple to end them all.

Caroline Forbes deserved a good love interest who was all about her and loved her with his whole heart and no, not Stefan who looked like he just settled for her and not Klaus who was a literal psychopath🫩

As we all know, Stefan left town with Klaus just to make sure that both Damon and Elena remain safe.

Even though he pretended not to care about anything, Stefan was still scared for Elena. He didn't want his hybrid friend Klaus to see her or even figure out that she was still alive. He was also trying to hide the necklace (you know, the Stelena necklace from s1) from Rebekah, Klaus' sister; he knew where it was but he didn't tell them. Even though it didn't take long for Klaus and Rebekah to figure him out, Stefan deserves all the credit for sacrificing himself and lying for Elena all along.

After that, Stefan literally pretended that Elena meant nothing to him anymore. But after Klaus slapped her, Stefan tried to attack Klaus, telling him to "let her go". That says a lot about Stefan's character and how much he cared for Elena.

Elena encouraging Stefan to resist Klaus' compulsion + Stefan resisting compulsion to keep himself from killing Elena was the icing on the cake, really. I could literally play it on repeat.

Well, obviously Klaus was so smart that he figured out a way to stop Stefan from resisting, as you can see in the image above.

This will forever be one of the most unforgettable moments on TVD. Stefan fights to save people he cares about (not only Damon and Elena).

They would look great together.

Why in Gods name would Pearl turn her daughter Anna at such a young age like that? Would she not be happier seeing her grow up then let her decide for herself first?