Damon X Reader: Stolen (Christmas Gift!)

You carefully opened the door to the small house that was placed at the end of the street. You crept in as quietly as you could, trying to avoid creaky floorboards as you shut the door behind you. You thanked the Lord that you compelled the mother of the home to let you in earlier in the day as you came to the living room. You grabbed the bag that was slung over your shoulder as you saw the family’s Christmas tree, towering high and shining bright. You carefully started to take off the ornaments, one by one, before you started to stuff them in the bag. You nearly had them all when one slipped from your fingers, hitting the floor with a thump. You fell dead still as you waited for anything around you to move. Nothing. You quickly swept up the last ornament before tossing the bag out into the snow through the front door. You crept back to the living room, picking up the tree. However, you heard a small sound. You couldn’t quite place it, but it was human. You were dead still once again before you slowly looked over your shoulder. A child, who couldn’t have been more than four years old, stared up at you. She almost looked sad, holding the star that had fallen off of the tree when you grabbed it.

“Mrs. Santa… Why..? Why are you taking our tree..?”

You opened your mouth to speak, your mind running miles per hour for some lie, any lie. It hit you as you gave the girl a sweet smile.

“Why, my dear, there’s a light on your beautiful tree that won’t light. I’m just taking it home to the North Pole to fix it. I’ll fix it up there, and I’ll bring it back here.”

Your tone was smooth and sweet, so much, in fact, that it fooled the girl completely. She nodded, smiling to herself as you sent her back to bed. Once you heard the door to the child’s room shut, you grabbed the tree and dragged it out the front door, leaving the living room bare of anything festive.

*~~*

You smiled as you set the tree up in the Salvatores’ house. You knew Damon and Stefan would love the thing. In fact, just when you were about to put the ornaments and whatnot on the tree, the two brothers walked in. Bickering, of course. However, they both stopped at the sight of you and the tree, towering over your short frame.

“What’s this?”

You turned to face Stefan, (e/c) eyes glittering in excitement.

“Well, it was my turn to do decorations this year, so I figured why not? I got it from down the street. That one house. With the little kid. Johnsons? Jamesons? Something like that. Anyway! The important part is that I got it.”

You waved a dismissive hand, smiling. The boys, however, didn’t look as happy as you. In fact, an almost awkward silence settled in the room before Damon broke it. He honestly looked rather angry.

“You’re telling me you stole this tree from a little girl’s family?”

You opened your mouth and shut it again, really thinking about it now. You finally smiled sheepishly, trying to seem more innocent than you should have been.

“’Stole’ is a strong word…”

Both the Salvatores sighed, Damon going to get a glass of eggnog. He didn’t want to deal with you. That was Stefan’s job.

“(Y/n), you can’t just steal things from little kids! Especially on the day before Christmas!”

You stared at the younger Salvatore brother, gaping.

“What else was I supposed to do?”

Stefan walked over to you, tearing the Santa hat from your head.

“Maybe buy them instead of steal them?”

You shoved a finger into his chest, getting as in is face as you could with his height.

“Hey, the words ‘buy’ and ‘decorations’ were not used in the same sentence! And I didn’t steal them! I borrowed them! I said I would bring them back, dammit! I just didn’t say when!”

Stefan lightly shoved you back, making you stumble.

“Take it back. Now. And then go buy a new tree.”

You sighed, snatching your hat back.

“Stefan, don’t make me go out on Christmas Eve…”

You shut your mouth at the look you received, sighing once again in exasperation.

“Fine. I’ll get a new tree and put that one back.”

You put the hat on, turning to the kitchen.

“I’ll do it in the morning.”

You barely took another step before Stefan shouted at you.

“(Y/n)!”

You quickly turned back around towards the tree, gritting your teeth in annoyance.

“I’ll do it now…”

*~~*

You stared at the fire, your head hanging from the couch. Damon casually rubbed your legs as they rested on the back of the piece of furniture. It was Christmas morning, if two in the morning counted, and a tree stood bright in the corner. You had to actually buy it. With Stefan’s money, of course. You could have kept the tree you borrowed and taken it back later. Why was it such a big deal? You sighed, sitting up to rest you head in Damon’s lap. You were getting dizzy. His piercing blue eyes met your (e/c) ones as he smirked.

“No need to call my brother such rude things, (n/n).”

You just smiled, leaning up to place a kiss to his lips.

“I could be thinking that about you, ya know.”

He just chuckled, grabbing your hand to trace random patterns on it. That always put you to sleep, and he knew it too. You simply let him, exhausted from Christmas already, and it hadn’t even really started yet. You went with his actions, letting your eyes fall shut.

“Merry Christmas, Damon.”

He just squeezed your hand, using his free one to get a drink of whiskey.

“Merry Christmas to you too, babe.”

You smiled slightly at his words, drifting off into your own little dream world where Damon wasn’t particularly in all of his clothing.