#// i was yours before i knew and you have always been mine too ( (stefan x finnegan)

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Heroes vs. Villains : Diasomnia

Gender Neutral Reader x Diasomnia vs. Prince Stefan Word Count: 3.9k

Summary: Woe to the Ramshackle Prefect, being caught up in the drama between the Disney Villains and their respective heroes. Diasomnia Version

ie. Wherein Malleus invites you along to Briar Valley's Festival of Roses and Sebek drives you to near insanity. Thankfully (?) getting lost in the chaos means you meet another wayward soul.

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“I don’t think Sebek likes me very much,” you sighed.

“Oh?” Malleus blinked, clearly a bit thrown by the sudden accusation. “What would make you think that?”

Your glare swiveled pointedly to a sharp bolt of green just barely poking out from behind one of the many dilapidated pillars. Sebek’s yellow eyes slowly rose up with the rest of him, and the half-fae glowered at you like a pissy tomcat.

Malleus’s brilliant, neon, gaze slowly tracked yours, and when it met with his Knight’s startled gaping, his brow furrowed in annoyance. His irritated scowl was always a bit hard to read. Was he being pouty? Murderous? Both? Hell if you knew.

“I see,” he sighed after a moment, long suffering.

You just hummed in grumpy agreement as Sebek tried to duck back down behind the debris.

You and Malleus had clicked from the get-go. Perhaps it was because he’d never really had a friend before, and you were far too stupid and naïve about the rules of this new world to understand anything about the implications behind that. The Fae Prince was easy company—he was smart, with a dry, oblivious sort of humor that could leave you in stitches. His ensuing confusion about why you were laughing was always a surefire way to get you laughing harder. You enjoyed his company immensely, and you liked to think that he enjoyed yours enough in turn that perhaps your fleeting humanity had left at least a teensy impression on his near-immortal soul. Or, you know, whatever. At the very least, you were a semi willing student for his nightly architecture lectures, and you knew that at least put you in better standing than, say, Leona.

So when you received a personal summons to the Briar Valley’s Festival of Roses—hand delivered by the Crown Prince himself—you were over the moon.

“You seemed interested in our customs,” Malleus had explained. “And seeing as I invaded your home over the Halloween festivities, it only seems right that this time I extend you the invitation into mine.”

You agreed enthusiastically, because hell-fucking-yes you wanted to see all the mystical, magical, mumbo-jumbo that this world had to offer. Sure, you were trapped here for an indefinite amount of time, but you would be damned if you let the only cool part of any of that miserable uncertainty go to waste.

“Is there anything I should know?” you asked, fighting the urge to bop around the carriage like a toddler on a sugar high. Because that’s how you were travelling. In an honest-to-goodness horse drawn carriage. (Or, well, magic drawn or something.) “So that I don’t embarrass any of you or anything, I mean.”

Lilia was smirking over at you with a kind of fond amusement that you assumed meant he’d picked up on your rabid excitement from a mile away. Your vibrating was probably shaking his seat. Occasionally his wine-red irises would flick to Malleus, and that smirk would curl into something sharper, something mischievous.

“Humans aren’t too common to see,” Malleus said, with the same, odd sort of tension about him that had rocketed through his too-tall frame the moment you’d climbed into the seat beside him. “But they are not entirely unfamiliar either. You should be treated fairly.”

Your horned friend had been strangely silent throughout most of this journey. The weirdest part was that he seemed absolutely determined to stare out the window—head turned at a sharp angle, his hands clasped neatly in his lap and shoulders pulled so stiff and straight that he could have been one of the gargoyles that he so loved. And for someone who usually made far too much eye contact, the lack of acknowledgement was a bit unnerving.

“You’ll be more than fine as you are,” Lilia translated, the points of his fangs peeking out from behind his grin. “And I can promise you that any guest of Malleus’s will be welcomed with open arms.”

Malleus continued his resolute stare down with the glass and Lilia snickered into his palm. Sebek made a strangled noise from his seat across from you. He hadn’t been particularly vocal thus far about his disapproval of your inclusion (you doubted Sebek had it in him to openly question any decision of Malleus’s), but the look of complete and utter dismay twisting his face was telling enough.

You leaned in and prodded Malleus gently in the side.

“I won’t be, like, executed or something if someone hears me call you ‘Tsunotarou,’ will I?”

Sebek squawked and there was a sudden strike of lightning just outside the carriage window that rattled the entire coach with an echoing boom.

“No,” Malleus said emphatically, his lime-green glower zeroing in on you for the first time since this entire venture began. “No one will touch you, no matter what indiscretions they may think to assume you guilty of.”

“But, young master!—” Sebek started to argue. “The impropriety of—” he spluttered. “To even think thatyou could be addressed as—as that is—"

“No,” Malleus repeated, nearly a growl, and another bolt of bright static lit the window. The electricity seemed to linger in the air long after the flash had faded, like a little, rippling, current running the edge of its teeth along your skin. “And this will be the last it is discussed.”

The terrible, quiet, tension that followed was broken by a snuffling snore as Silver shifted, his head flopping from where it’d been pressed against the wooden paneling to instead land with a heavy thwump against Lilia’s shoulder.

“How… How did he sleep through all that?” you asked in awe.

Lilia sighed, affectionate, and reached out to ruffle a clawed hand through Silver’s hair. “He’s so special~”

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You knew that Malleus was royalty and blablabla, but you hadn’t really anticipated all the things that came with that. The castle? Yes. Totally made sense. The entire entourage of servants that appeared to whisk away your bags? Also rational. Sorta cool, and definitely made you feel a bit too much like a celebrity, even if you understood the need for such protocol.

Malleus also immediately being whisked away?

Now that… That you hadn’t really considered.

“I’ll meet back with you as soon as I can,” he promised. Lilia and Silver had already vanished down a separate winding hallway, and the prospect of being left all alone in this gargantuan foyer was just short of terrifying. “There are some final preparations for the Festival that I am required to oversee personally.” And then there was another moment where Malleus resolutely refused to meet your gaze, and if you didn’t know any better you’d say it was almost like he was being coy. But it passed quickly enough and instead he cast a pointed glare towards his subordinate. “Sebek can show you around in the meantime. He’s a more than capable guard.”

You looked at Sebek and Sebek looked at you.

Uh-oh.

“How long will that take?” you asked, hoping it didn’t sound as whiny as it felt. But, like, come on. This was basically the human equivalent of your friend inviting you to come visit for the holidays and then immediately dumping you with their weird aunt and the dog that never really learned not to pee on the carpet.

“Only until the evening,” he assured, like it wasn’t just barely past ten in the morning—like eight-plus whole ass hours was really no time at all. And to be fair, for him it probably really wasn’t. But for you and your very mortal panic, it immediately felt like you were facing down eternity. You didn’t know what your face was doing, but whatever it was, it made Malleus’s brow scrunch up in concern. “Will that be alright?”

“Of course,” you lied, like a good guest. “You’ve gotta do what you’ve gotta do.”

He smiled that small, slanted, smile of his that always looked just a touch too sharp at the corners. And then he was gone, and it was just you and Sebek.

“So,” you tried. “Do you know what any of that was about?”

“LORD MALLEUS’S PRINCELY RESPONSIBILITIES ARE NONE OF YOUR CONCERN, HUMAN!” Sebek barked, crossing his arms sternly across his chest. “IF THE YOUNG MASTER DID NOT SEE FIT TO INFORM YOU, THEN I SEE NO REASON WHY I SHOULD EITHER!”

You groaned and valiantly fought the urge to drop your head into your hands.

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“Don’t touch that, human!”

“How dare you—you’re going to embarrass the young master!”

“Human! Don’t you dare!”

“Human!”

“HUMAN!”

You were going insane. You couldn’t blink without Sebek snarling at you about impropriety, and the fact that your very presence in this castle was a failing of tradition itself. You tried to ask about the Festival and were immediately shut down. You inquired politely if there was anything you could do to help, only to be told firmly that silly little humans weren’t good for anything and to keep your nose out of it. You asked to use the bathroom and your stupid, mortal, bladder was cursed within an inch of its life.

“It would have been easier not to bring you at all,” Sebek grumbled for the thousandth time as he grouchily led you through rows of decorative stalls.

“I am aware,” you grit out, grinding your molars.

“I still can’t understand it,” he rambled. “No matter how many times Master Lilia explains it to me, you—this—it defies all logic!”

“Friendship isn’t always logical,” you bit back, firm. Because that is what you were, right? Friends? And then, because you were angry and wanted to hit him where it hurt— “You know, if Malleus is so willing to sully himself by keeping someone as lowly and stupid as me as his friend, maybe that’s a sign that the other company he’s forced to keep is less than ideal.”

Sebek puffed up like a rooster in a cock fight and turned on you with a snarl.

“How dare you presume to call yourself the Young Master’s friend!” The corners of his lips curled down over jagged canines. “At best you’re a pet—something that’ll long outlast its welcome before you eventually wither away and die.”

Annnnd you had officially reached your allocated tolerance of Anti-Human-Bullshit for the day.

So when Sebek was caught up in another one of his longwinded tirades, you slipped into the gap between two of the Festival stalls and out the other side. The silence was immediate and like a balm against your sore hide.

There was something about Sebek that made you think he didn’t really mean all those things he spouted. Occasionally there was a kind of disquiet in his yellow gaze, especially when he ranted angrily about the shortcomings of his very human father. The green-haired fae was far from subtle, and you had a feeling that all his huffing and puffing was probably to hide something… else. Something more uncertain and small that he downright refused to address. Because humans were weak, and short-lived, and chaotic. And he would have to face that sooner or later. With Silver. With his own parent. And hating that humanity was no doubt easier than loving and losing it.

That being said, his prickly behavior still made you want to punt his head like a spiky, green, football. So.

You wandered around aimlessly through the intricate maze of market stalls and booths. Despite the perpetually grey cloud cover, everyone here was so cheerful. And Lilia was right—no one seemed to give two shits about your very human eyes, and face, and stature. It was really nice. You spent so long strolling through the rows that you barely even noticed when the sky began to darken and the crowds thinned as you approached the outskirts. There was an ominous roll of thunder in the distance, but you didn’t think too much of it. The clouds looked ready to open up any second. It was probably just a bit of rain.   

There was a little, makeshift, dirt pit at the edge of the stalls, and you observed it curiously. It was ringed with colorful, triangular, flags, and the inner crater was lined with archery targets and wooden sparring dummies. It reminded you a bit of those competition fields in Renaissance Fairs.

However, so enraptured by these painted planks were you that you wound up crashing headfirst into a wall of crimson, and immediately plummeted towards the ground. But then a strong arm was around your waist, twirling you back to your feet. And boy was it a twirl—like you were being swung around into an entire waltz. It left your head spinning worse than if whoever-it-was had just let you faceplant into the dirt.  

“Wow, ow. Your head is way harder than it looks. Ouch. My poor ribs.”

You immediately moved to apologize, but were caught off guard by a pair of softly rounded ears peeking out from beneath mused, brown, hair. Another human. Like you. You blinked a few times, not entirely sure why the idea of another mortal gallivanting around the Festival was so surprising. You fought what would no doubt look like an insanely creepy urge to lean closer and get a better look at his face, just to make sure—to check if his canines were blunted, if his pupils were round and soft rather than narrow slashes of black. There was another low rumbling of thunder, closer this time. It was followed by a sharp crack of lightning that set the hairs on the back of your neck on end.

“Sorry about that,” you finally managed to eke out, vision still a bit swirly.

“It’s alright. It didn’t actually hurt that badly,” your victim chuckled, cordial, and set you back on your feet. It was a very lovely chuckle—deep and warm, like melting, dark, chocolate. “Are you alright? You look a little dazed.”

“I think so—” you began, before accidentally putting a bit too much weight onto your left ankle. It twinged painfully and you winced. Immediately that hand was back at your shoulder, keeping you balanced. “Or maybe not.”

“I guess my head is still harder than yours after all,” Mister Brunette mused to himself.

“I don’t think your head twisted my ankle,” you mumbled, confused.

He tossed his head back with a laugh, and you couldn’t help but notice that he had very lovely cheekbones. Not as sharp as Malleus’s maybe, but still perfectly proportioned to the rest of his very well-cut face.

“What are you doing all the way out here? Are you lost too?” he asked.

“Maybe,” you hummed, glancing around at the semi-familiar layout. You couldn’t really tell if you recognized the little stalls because you’d seen them before, or if it was just because they were standard make and all looked more or less the same. “…Probably.”

“We can be allies in idiocy then,” he snorted pleasantly, and reached out with his other hand to double up on helping you better maintain the balance that you so clearly did not possess.

“Does this new ally have a name?” you asked, still a bit dizzy.

“Stefan,” he grinned—all white teeth and charisma. “After my great-great-great—” He paused for a moment, as if considering, “great-great-grandfather.”

He laughed merrily at whatever disgruntled face you were pulling.

“Yeah. I guess it is all a bit pretentious,” he sighed, rubbing at the back of his neck. “But that’s just the way it is back home—for my family, at the very least. Lots of tradition this, and lineage that.”

“Oh?” you hummed. “Sounds stifling.”

“It is! I mean, it’s practically the 14th century now,” he laughed, and you genuinely could not tell if he was being serious. “I’m always telling my father it’s time to get with the times, you know?”

For a moment, you were reminded so strongly of Malleus and his general dissociation with the modern world that it was almost startling.

“And you?”

“Me?” you blinked.

He laughed. “Your name? If you don’t mind me inquiring, of course.”

You gave it freely. Lilia had cautioned you once upon a time about something-something-power-in-a-name, but Lilia wasn’t here right now. And it’s not like you were anyone special enough that your name could mean much of anything to begin with. Maybe, if they were lucky enough, someone could use it as an incantation to summon a hungry racoon from the sewers.

Stefan repeated it merrily, with the same inflection one may use when telling a fantastical tale to friends in a tavern. No ravenous racoons spawned from the trees when he said it, so you assumed the whole ‘power’ thing was probably safe.

Another flash of emerald lit the sky—this strike was larger, louder. Like dozens of branches unfurling from a rotting tree, or clawed fingers digging their way through the clouds. The roar of thunder that followed almost seemed to shake the ground. Stefan frowned up at the black clouds.

“It was already starting to get late anyways, but the weather is really starting to turn, huh?” he hummed and tapped at his chin, pensive. “And I can’t just leave you all the way out here—especially knowing that you’ve got a bum ankle. Hmm…” More tapping. And then his hazel eyes lit up like firebugs. “Have you ever ridden a horse before?”

“A horse?” you repeated, confused.

“Helios,” he smiled, bright as the sun. “He’s my best friend. And, well, also my trusty steed. He’s just over in the contestant’s stables. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind giving you a lift.”

Riding back into the heart of the Festival on horseback sounded like something that would absolutely give Sebek at least two separate heart attacks. But before you could voice your skepticism, Stefan was rushing off—his crimson cape swirling behind him in the wind.

“I’ll be right back!”

You slouched against a pillar with a sigh, shifting as much of your weight off your ankle as you could manage. You wondered if Malleus had finished his Pre-Festival duties. You wondered if Sebek had realized you’d disappeared yet. Surely even he wasn’t that oblivious. You wondered if he was panicked at all—if not for you, then for his Lord’s inevitable wrath at the misplacement of a favored ‘pet.’

“Well, well. There you are, little one.”

You jolted in surprise and immediately curled back into yourself with a pained hiss. Goddamned ankle—

“Lilia,” you gaped. “Jesus fucking—don’t dothat.”

The Fae shot you a wicked grin from his place floating overhead, angled just-so so that it looked like he was dangling upside-down from the wooden signage across the top of an empty stall. But you knew better. He was bouncing around on his magic and his magic alone.

“How did you end up all the way out here?” Lilia hummed, slipping from his ‘perch’ to land gracefully at your side. His wine-red eyes roved over you from head to toe. It felt like you were being filleted. “And you’ve gone and hurt yourself on top of everything. Goodness,” he sighed, bone-deep and weary. “I was hoping I wasn’t going to have to deal with another one of Malleus’s tantrums this evening. And yet, here you are. Being so careless.” Another sigh, nearly a groan. “What am I going to do with you, hmm?”

“It’s not like it was my fault!” you spluttered, even though it had definitely been your fault.

Lilia gave you a look.

“Either way,” he continued, voice lilted in that indulgent way that reminded you far too much of a parent trying and failing to discipline a wayward child, “let’s get you back before he blows the entire market away.”

Then, Stefan called your name and the fond expression on Lilia’s face immediately flattened into something so pointedly blank it was almost unsettling. Your new friend came trotting forward, a lovely and large silver dun horse at his side. Helios, you assumed. The gigantic beast caught sight of Lilia and slid to a standstill, rearing up with a panicked whinny as he backpedaled. Stefan twisted his hands into the reins and ran a hand along the horse’s neck—shushing and placating the startled animal. After a moment, Stefan managed to calm Helios enough to keep him from bolting, and he turned on Lilia with wide eyes.

“Lord Vanrouge,” Stefan said, angling his head in what you assumed was deference. “I wasn’t expecting to see you this evening.”

“Nor I you,” Lilia hummed, that impassive expression remaining firmly in place. “To what do we owe the pleasure, Prince Stefan? We were informed that you and your family wouldn’t be arriving until the day after next.” A pause. The silence felt louder than anything Lilia had said up to that point. “If at all.”

“Prince?” you choked, turning on the brunette with eyes as wide as dinner plates.

“Whoops?” Stefan shrugged, looking sheepish. “And I—well… I just wanted to get a look at everything. Beforehand.”

“Of course,” Lilia droned. “Either way. You’ll have to excuse us.” The Fae slide one hand beneath your knees and the other around the small of your back, and hauled you into his arms as if you weighed nothing at all. “We have a pressing appointment to keep.”

With that, the world seemed to tilt on its axis as the environment melted together like splotches of watercolor paint all running together at the bottom of a page. You’d never been teleported before. You’d seen Malleus and Lilia pop in and out of existence plenty of times, but being dragged through the fabric of time and space alongside him was jarring, and the journey left you feeling nauseous and loopy all over again.

It took you a moment to realize that the universe had stopped spinning, and that the plush material beneath your palms felt an awful lot like the duvet on the bed in your guestroom. You opened your eyes slowly, cautiously, to see Lilia had placed you neatly by your pillows and had already moved away to start fretting over your swollen ankle instead.

“I never thought I would have to lecture you on the dangers of talking to strangers,” he tutted, though it wasn’t entirely playful.

“I didn’t know he was a Prince,” you complained, wincing when he prodded clinically at your stinging flesh. “I just thought he was, I don’t know, some guy.” You fought and failed the urge to fidget—fingers nervously meshing together in your lap. “…I didn’t cause an international incident or anything, did I…?” You had no idea how any of this royalty stuff worked. But you could put two-and-two together well enough to understand that the personal guest of one crowned prince mowing down a different prince was probably not looked upon very highly.

Lilia leaned forward to pat your head, some of his usual mischief working its way back into his expression.

“Not to worry, Prefect,” he smiled. “I doubt any wars have been declared over your transgressions.”

There was another roar of thunder and the castle itself seemed to tremble. The bay windows lining the wall opposite you were lit entirely in a sharp flash of lime green. Once the wicked brightness of the lightning had faded into something less blinding, you could make out dozens of hairline cracks racing up the glass panes.

Lilia sighed, looking for the first time like someone who was very acutely feeling the weariness of his hundreds upon hundreds of lifespans. “Well, not yet, at least.”

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relationship tags:

bookdoctor:   // he read the pages of her soul & knew it by heart (henry x liesel)

kimfinn: // we’re dancing in the gray & i’m slipping in his eyes (kim x finnegan)

mashstef:  // many times we were tragic but many times we were happy too (masha x stefan)

steffin:  // i was yours before i knew and you have always been mine too ( (stefan x finnegan)

glenya:   // you waged war on my heart as i waved the white flag  (glenya: hyprnovae)

jareth & liese: //  there’s magic in your kiss and i’m ready to be consumed (jareth x liesel)

rufus & liese : // he was the storm that made her feel safe; she learned to love the lightning (rufus x liesel)

adam & liese:  // darling lets make heathcliff & cathy jealous; love me just as wildly (adam x liesel)

tristan & liese:   // our game is so much more than black knight & white queen  (tristan x liesel)

trisolga : //  his soul and mine are made of the same thing; god knew we belonged (tristan x olga)

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Unrequited Love || Part Three

masterlist | part two

pairing - 1980’s!stefan salvatore x fem, vamp!reader

type - angst, fluff, smut

note - cannot be read as a stand alone! click on my materlist to find the pervious parts :). 16+

summary - after 64 years apart, you and stefan meet again

warnings / includes - language, alcohol and food consumption, fighting, crying, cheating, steamy make out scenes + fingering and oral (f receiving). lots lots lots of dialogue in this one!

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*gif isn’t mine*

the wait for friday was the longest wait you had ever experienced in your life. chase was also anticipating your leave as you told him you were traveling with marcy for the weekend. you knew it wasn’t totally foolproof as chase could talk to gabe anytime and gabe could spill the beans, but luckily marcy was already traveling to indiana for the weekend to help her grandkids, so you two would get back home at the same time. you just hoped chase didn’t get nosy and ruin your weekend.

“have fun, but not too much fun,” chase smiled. “no promises,” you chuckled.

“i’m serious,” chase said, gripping your arm roughly.

you looked up at him, glaring at him lightly. “yeah, i was just kidding,”

“good,” chase nodded. “call me when you get there.”

“i will,” you nodded. you grabbed your suitcase and backpack, slinging it over your shoulder. you walked out of the garage and to your car, opening the trunk and setting your things down.

“see you monday,” you said. “c’mere, give me a kiss and hug goodbye,” chase opened his arms to you.

“alright,” you smiled.

you wrapped your arms around him tentatively, feeling uncomfortable as he pulled you into him.

ever since you and stefan shared your kiss a few days ago, you had been slowly distancing yourself from chase. kissing and hugging him didn't feel the same, sleeping next to him didn’t feel the same, even looking at him didn’t feel the same. you still loved chase, but you were quickly falling out of love with him, and you knew he was noticing you change.

chase became more protective and controlling, and with good reason — the protective part. you were always thinking about stefan, smiling randomly and laughing at the memories you made in those 72 hours in the ‘20s. your mind was full of the kiss, both of them. you felt both the sadness and tenderness you felt then and now.

if you thought about the kiss hard enough, you could feel the way his lips moved against yours, how he held you, what he smelled like. it was tearing your relationship with chase apart, but it’s not like you were going to stay very long anyways.

chase had always been controlling and harsh from the start, but he was charming and could be kind when he wanted to as well. the constant fights were what made you grow farther and farther away from him, even before stefan. maybe stefan could be the courage and strength, and reason, you needed for leaving chase. 

“have a safe drive,” chase said as you pulled away.

“i will,” you gave him a small smile. you pecked his lips, wishing they were stefan’s. you slipped out of his grasp as quickly as you could. you got into your car and drove away, meeting stefan at his hotel. 

“get out, i’m driving,” he said as he approached you.

“alright,” you nodded. you went into the passenger seat, buckling up and waiting for stefan to join you. as soon as he got into the car he noticed your sadness and irritation.

“what’s wrong?” he asked, putting his hand on your leg.

“nothing. i just couldn’t wait to get out of there,” you exhaled.

“did chase do something to you?”

“he just… he is being more controlling than usual. he knows something is up.”

“does he know who i am?”

“no. i don’t talk about past relationships with current ones.”

“what if they ask.”

you shrugged, “i just say i’m not a virgin and move on.”

stedan chuckled, “solid answer. what else do you tell them? what age do you use?”

“i tell them i’m 22, which is what i was turned at. i say my birthday is august ninth, 1964.”

“seems like you got it all figured out.”

“yeah, for the most part,” you nodded.

“how often do you move?” he asked.

“every 5-7 years.”

“and your relationships?”

“they last a couple years if i’m with a human. i dated a vampire a long time ago, he was actually the first one i dated after you. we lasted almost a decade.”

“what happened?”

“we just wanted different things. he wanted to adopt a kid, i wanted to stay childless. i wanted to move states, he wanted to stay near family.”

“wow. it’s almost like a real human relationship.”

you chuckled, “it was the best i’ve ever been in, honestly. it ended amicably, too.”

“what was his name?”

“ryan,” you answered. “do you still talk to him?” he asked.

“no. he, uh, died ten years ago.”

“i’m sorry to hear that.”

you looked at stefan, a hard, apologetic look was on his face was he stared at the road. you smiled a little, placing your hand on his and intertwining your fingers.

“it’s alright. we used to be friends, too. i hope he’s found peace.”

“he has,” stefan nodded. “well, what about you? any lucky ladies?” you smirked.

stefan laughed, “not really. it’s just been lexi and i.”

“what about klaus?” you asked.

“who?” stefan questioned.

you furrowed your brows. was he playing a game again?

“klaus, the vampire who helped you train me. actually, he’s a hyprid.”

“klaus mikaelson?”

“yeah, him,” you nodded. “i…i don’t remember. i think i do, but, it’s all fuzzy,” stefan frowned.

“no, it’s alright,” you said. maybe klaus had erased him memory? it seemed like a very klaus-thing to do. or maybe stefan had blocked out the horrible memories of his ripper days. either way, it was obvious stefan didn’t want to reminisce hurting you.

“how is lexi?” you asked. “she’s great. she wants to meet you someday,” he answered.

“she knows who i am?” you were shocked. you knew who she was from stories stefan told you, but you didn’t think that he would ever tell her about you.

“yeah, she was the one who helped me find you, actually.”

“wow,” you couldn’t help but grin. “i’ll have to thank her.”

“she’s a miracle worker,” he nodded.

you set your eyes back onto the road, your smile staying for a while.

“you look so beautiful,” stefan spoke.

you turned to him, your smile getting wider. “where did that come from?”

“i just wanted to to tell you,” he shrugged with a grin. “you’ve always been beautiful.”

“you thought that 60 years ago?” you asked. “of course. you know, all the teasing wasn’t totally to play with you,” he said.

you giggled, “good to know.”

“i just wish i could’ve felt a little more, otherwise we could’ve been together for the last 64 years.”

“i’m kind of happy with how it turned out,” you said.

“really? why?” he asked. “maybe we wouldn’t have worked then,” you explained.

“who says we’ll work now?” he asked with a grin.

you rolled your eyes, hitting his arm. “whatever. anyways, where are we going?”

“the airport,” he answered.

“what? i don’t have my passport. we don’t have tickets.”

“we’re vampires, babe. we don’t need that stuff,” he snorted.

“where are you taking me?”

“chicago,” he answered. “ch-chicago?” you stammered.

“yeah, i wanted to have our very first date at the speakeasy i saw you in.”

“oh,” you gasped, your body relaxing and your eyes softening. “oh, that’s so romantic.”

“i’m quite the romantic, you know.”

“oh, really?”

“yeah! i just haven’t had time to show you, is all.”

“i can’t wait to see,” you grinned.

you two drove for an hour to the airport. stefan and you compelled your way onto the plane, finding first class seats. stefan ordered some champagne for the both of you as you two got situated.

you sat against your seat arm, putting your legs across stefan’s lap.

“comfortable enough?” he teased. “very. you make a great footrest,” you grinned 

“glad i could be of service,” he smiled. 

the flight attendant bought back your champagne, handing them to stefan. 

“thank you,” he smiled at her. “you’re welcome. anything else i can get you?” she asked. 

she bite her bottom lip, batting her eyelashes as she smiled at stefan. you scoffed in disgust. you didn’t want to insult her confidence and courage, but stefan was very clearly with someone, you. 

“i think my girlfriend would like a sandwich. right, sweetheart?” he looked to you. 

you grinned, a little shocked that he would reject the flight attendant like this. you played along, sitting up and cuddling into his side. you intertwined your hand with his, looking up at the attendant who was red with embarrassment. 

“i would like a sandwich. thank you, honey,” you confirmed.

“right away,” she nodded, scurrying away. 

you looked at her retreating figure in satisfaction. 

“why did you look so shocked?” stefan asked. you set your eyes on him, shrugging. “it’s just weird that you played that card, i guess.”

“well, you’ll be my girlfriend soon. might as well get familiar with the title,” he smiled. 

“yeah, you keep dreaming,” you grinned. “do they even have sandwiches on 3-hour flights?”

“i’m sure she can find one,” he shrugged. you chuckled, “you haven’t changed a bit.”

“how so? i have my humanity on now.”

“yes, but you’re still very sarcastic and a little… broody. you still don't give up and don’t stop until you get your way.”

“you’re making me sound like damon,” he grimaced. “well, maybe you two aren’t as different as you think. you two are brothers,” you stated. 

“yeah, but he’s supposed to be the one who is pushy and pessimistic,” he said. 

“i never said you’re pushy or pessimistic. you’re just determined and focused. not to mention very handsome,” you smirked. 

“you think i’m handsome?” he hummed. “oh, i know,” you winked.

“good to know i haven’t lost my swagger.”

“if you say that word again then you will,” you snorted. “well, you definitely haven’t changed, either. little-miss-attitude,” he remarked. 

“that’s what makes me attractive,” you giggled. “true, and you’re incredibly good looks, beautiful voice, stunning smile, pretty eyes, warmth and kindness,”he listed off. 

“if complimenting each other was a contest i think you'd win.”

“good. i like winning,” stefan said. 

“i know,” you sighed contently. 

you two spent the rest of the flight talking. you eventually had fallen asleep on stefan’s lap when you had about an hour of flying left. you were curled up against his stomach, his t-shirt bunched up in your hands. he had slung his coat over your arms after seeing you shiver. he spent the rest of the time planning your weekend in chicago. 

later that night he was going to take you to the speakeasy to have dinner. then he would take you back to your hotel and would spend the rest of the night however you liked. saturday you two would go on a hike and have lunch, then he planned on making you dinner. sunday was when he was taking you back home, but before you two would get on a plane, he was going to make you breakfast in bed. he hoped nothing got in the way of this weekend, namely your boyfriend. this was his chance to show you that he was the right man for you, and that he was sorry for his past actions. hopefully after this weekend, or even during it, you would choose to break things off with chase. 

“y/n, we’re getting off the plane. you need to get up, sweetheart,” stefan whispered in your ear. 

“mmm,” you hummed, swatting his face away. “five more minutes.

“you can sleep on the way to the hotel. c’mon, sweetheart,” he nudged you gently. 

you sighed, sitting up slowly and yawning. you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, looking out the airplane window, jaw dropping in amazement. 

“it’s just like how i remembered. just more clean,” you said. 

“it’s even more amazing outside,” stefan smiled. 

you nodded, standing up and walking out of the plane. you two got your luggage, walking outside of the airport only for you to start crying. 

“hey, what’s wrong?” stefan asked. 

“i just… haven’t been here in fifty years,” you exhaled. “shocking isn’t it?” stefan looked at the city with you. 

you nodded, “i can’t wait to stay here for the weekend.”

“good, i’m glad you’re excited. let’s go check in to our hotel, shall we?” he suggested. 

“yes,” you agreed. 

you two grabbed a taxi and stefan gave the driver the hotel location. the whole ride there you looked out of the window, admiring the buildings and familiar streets you used to run across with your friends when you were a child. it almost seemed like a fever dream, living in chicago.

you had only gone back once for a day to search for stefan, and you never went back. you thought that all the bad memories would be too painful for you to endure, but really, the only memories that came to your mind now were happy. they made you a little nostalgic, but you found yourself smiling the whole car ride. 

“hi, a room for two under the name stefan salvatore,” stefan told the front desk. 

you looked around the hotel as stefan checked you two in. this hotel was a lot more suave than hotels you had been to in the past. it had a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, a fire place and lots of furniture in the main room. you could only imagine what the rooms looked like. 

“ready to go?” stefan walked next to you. “yep,” you said, following him up to and up the stairs. 

you two used your enhanced speed to get onto the tenth floor. he unlocked your room door, allowing you to go in first. 

“i hope you like it. it has a kitchen, two beds in case you didn’t want to sleep next to me, a television, and a jacuzzi,” he said. 

“wow,” you gasped. you turned to him. “you didn’t have to do all this, you know.” 

“i did.” he set your luggage down in the makeshift kitchen. “i have so much to make up for.” 

“you’ve done enough,” you smiled, appreciating his intentions. “hold those words until after this trip. hopefully you’ll still think the same,” he said. 

“oh, i’m sure i will.” you looked into the bathroom, surprised at how big it was. 

“maybe we’ll put that to good use.” stefan came up behind you, gesturing to the jacuzzi. 

you turned around to face him, smirking. “don’t count on it.”

stefan chuckled, “ready for dinner?”

“yes. that sandwich didn’t do anything,” you said, putting your hand on your hungry stomach. 

“we can walk to the speakeasy. it’s a couple of blocks away,” he said. 

you nodded, grabbing your purse and making your way towards the door. before you stepped out, you remembered you had to call chase. 

“hey, can you wait for a minute? i promised chase i would call him.” you gave him an apologetic look, but stefan smiled and nodded understandingly. “of course. take your time.” 

“thank you,” you sighed in relief, kissing his cheek before going over to the phone. 

you dialed your house phone, chase picking up right on the first ring. 

“hey, i got here safe,” you smiled. 

stefan watched as you talked to him. you were telling the truth the night he came to your house, you did love chase. he obviously made you somewhat happy as you kept laughing and smiling while talking to him. stefan just hoped he made you a little bit more happy than chase, and that you loved him just a little bit more. 

“alright, i gotta go. we have dinner reservations. i’ll talk to tomorrow. i love you, too, bye.” you hung up the phone, standing up and walking back to stefan. 

stefan painted on a kind smilie even though hearing you say ‘i love you’ to another man pierced his heart harder than he was sure any stake would. 

“sorry about that,” you laughed awkwardly. “no worries, i understand. ladies first,” he held his arm out to the hallway. 

“what a gentleman,” you giggled, stepping out and making your way to the stairs. 

you two walked go the club, stefan immediately getting you two a table. it was the same table you were sitting at with you and your friends.

“if i didn’t know any better, i’d think you were trying to traumatize me,” you chuckled once you got seated.

“do you not like this plan? we can go somewhere else,” stefan suggested, worry written all over his face.

you furrowed your brows, placing your hand on top of his. “no, i love this. i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have said that.”

“it’s okay. i just… have a lot of shame surrounding what i did. believe it or not.”

“i believe you. i appreciate you making all these plans for us. it shows a lot,” you gave him a warm smile.

“you’re welcome. you deserve the best,” he said.

“so do you,” you stated. “eh,” he shrugged.

“i’m serious! this is the most anyone has ever done for me.”

“what about ryan?” he raised his brow.

“he had his moments,” you nodded. “i can’t compare you two, though. you two were very different people, and i dated you two decades apart. it would be unfair to compare.”

“that’s fair,” he nodded. “well, i hope that i at least do more than chase.”

you chuckled, “you do.”

“good,” he grinned. “not that this is a competition, but if it was…”

“you’d be winning, and you love winning. i know,” you smirked.

“not the only thing i love.” he looked into your eyes, a smile creeping up his lips.

you looked down bashfully, averting your attention to the menu in front of you.

“they have the same foods from the ‘20s,” you commented.

“yeah, just more healthy and clean,” stefan said.

“i think my vampire digestive system can handle “dirty” food,” you chortled. “do vampires still come here a lot?”

“eh,” he shrugged. “most of them have relocated to california or new york.”

“i see,” you hummed. “like us.”

“exactly,” he nodded. “so, what are you thinking of getting?”

“not sure. maybe pasta,” you skimmed the menu.

“well, order whatever you want. my treat.”

“do you have money?” you asked. “yep,” he nodded.

“do you have a job?” you asked. “i’ve had jobs here and there. most of the money has come from my father, though,” he explained.

“ah, i see,” you nodded. “what about you?” he asked.

“like you, i’ve had a few jobs here and there. i, uh, actually went to college 30 years ago,” you smiled.

“really? that’s amazing! what did you study?”

“social work,” you answered. “i know, kind of… weird, but i loved it. i spent ten years helping families in florida.”

“it’s not weird. i’m happy to hear you were able to study. i know you talked about it a lot, but you talked about nursing. what changed?”

“it just felt too basic, i guess. i wanted to help people non-medically. if i were a doctor, i would just give my patient my blood and they would be discharged within the day. i wanted the work i did to matter. i was able to save lots of children in orphanages, abusive homes, and change and provide broken families a new, fresh start.”

stefan smiled as he listened to you. his chest filled with pride and joy as you spoke about your work. he loved the way your eyes lit up, the wide smile that took over your features as you told him a few cases you had dealt with. he was happy to see you happy.

he would never admit this, but he was relieved you had moved on from him and with your life. although he wasn’t too pleased to hear about your lovers, he knew it was a normal part of life. he had other relationships, too, so he couldn’t single you out. he was proud of you for achieving your dreams and finding something you were passionate about.

“i do like being a vampire, though. i loved my enhanced abilities, getting to live through every decade. i just like being able go fit in, too. i made lots of friends that have now since died, or we have grown apart. i hope i never forget any of the amazing memories i made there.”

“i understand that,” stefan nodded. “i had a job in atlana for a while. for eleven years i spent my time “human”. it was refreshing, honestly. i was able to make friends as well, and while denying myself the privilege of compelling people, it was the best eleven years of my life. i never realized how hard humans had it before then, either,” he chuckled.

“oh, i know. if you sprained an ankle, you had to be on bed rest for a few days. if you got pregnant, then there goes your whole life. and if you’re angry at someone you can’t compel them to stop being annoying,” you laughed.

“being a vampire is a blessing and a curse,” he said.

“i’ll drink to that.” you held up your glass, clinking it against his. you took a sip of the red wine, setting your glass down.

“what job did you have?” you asked.

“history professor in a college,” he answered.

your raised your brows. now that was a surprise. “i didn’t know you were interested in history or teaching.”

“i love history, and i happen to be a master at it since i’ve lived through it,” he smiled.

“did you re-write the textbooks?” you smirked. “i wish,” he laughed.

“which college did you teach at?”

“harvard.”

“you must be very smart.”

“i don’t like to brag,” he shrugged with a smile.

you giggled, “i could never be a teacher. i hate teaching and talking about the same things over and over again. i need change.”

“is that why you move a lot?”

“well, that and if people notice i’m not aging, they’ll get suspicious. you know that, though.”

“i do,” he hummed.

“where was the longest place you stayed?” you asked.

“north carolina for 15 years.”

“how did you get away with that?”

“i bought a ranch house and lived alone for five years. i then started going out more and meeting people.”

“did you get lonely?”

“no, considering i had my humanity off.”

“really? you don’t feel loneliness or sadness with your humanity off?”

“i don’t. i mean, i can get sad and think about sad things, but i don’t really feel it.”

“must be nice.”

“it’s not. i’d much rather feel than not.”

“why?”

“because then i am able to be with you.”

your jaw dropped softly, turning into a smile. “there you go again with making the butterflies in my chest flutter.”

“i make you have fluttering butterflies?” he hummed.

“of course you do,” you rolled your eyes. “who knew.”

stefan laughed, “you have that effect on me, too, you know.”

“i do?” you brows raised, totally shocked. “from the day we met,” he confirmed.

“ha - liar.”

“it’s true! you were beautiful and witty and caring. that attracted me to you even when i had my humanity off.”

“at least you weren’t totally heartless,” you smirked.

“i’ve always had sensitivity. i got it from my mother.”

“is she a vampire, too?” you asked. “uh, no. she died when i was a kid,” stefan frowned, looking at his glass of wine. 

“i’m so sorry. i-i had no.. idea.” you lowered your eyes to your own wine glass. 

“it’s alright. you didn’t know. i never talked about my family,” stefan shrugged, giving you a forgiving smile. 

“yeah, that’s right. only about damon,” you said. “yeah, i have a hard enough time talking about him,” he snorted. 

“i have a hard time talking about marcy, too,” you nodded. 

“really? you two are best friends.”

“not since you came to town.”

stefan frowned, “i’m sorry.” “it’s alright, she’s just looking out for me. she thinks i’m going to get my heart broken again. and maybe she’s right, but i’m an adult. if i get my heart broken then that’s my fault and i’ll learn my lesson,” you shrugged. 

“i don’t want to be the person that comes between your sister. you two are blood, i’m just this guy kinda ruined your life that you happened to fall in love with.”

you smiled, “you’re very nonchalant.”

he shrugged, “that’s my middle name.”

your waiter came to your table, taking your order. you and stefan talked about your plans for the weekend. you two went home with full stomachs, deciding to de-stress in the jacuzzi. 

“i’m surprised you brought your swimsuit. i didn’t tell you to pack it,” stefan said as he stepped inside the tub.

“well, it’s summer so i thought there would be a chance we would go swimming or something,” you shrugged. 

“we can go swimming tomorrow after our hike, if you’d like,” stefan suggested. 

“i would like that,” you smiled. 

“i’ll add it to the agenda,” he said. he slipped into the bubbling water across from you. “would you like some champagne?” he asked. 

“no, i’m all alcoholed-out,” you chuckled. “well, i hope you don’t mind me drinking some bourbon,” he said. 

“not at all,” you shook your head. 

you laid your head back in the jacuzzi, closing your eyes and sighing into the water. the jet massaged your lower back muscles, allowing you to relax even more. 

“you look so pretty,” stefan spoke. 

you smiled, keeping your eyes closed. “thank you.”

“you’re very welcome. i like your suit. the color looks nice on you.”

“well, thank you,” you said. you slid over to him. you sat up on your knees, putting your hands on his chest and letting his roam up upper body. “you don’t look too bad yourself, you know,”

“i have been told that before, thank you,” he smiled. 

“have you always been this built?” you asked. “only when i became a vampire,” he said. 

“oh, so muscles come with vampirism?”

“no, i just started working out,” he laughed. “well, it definitely payed off,” you hummed, admiring his chiseled chest and prominent abs. 

“glad you thinks so,” he gave you a toothy smile. 

you looked into his eyes, giving him a mischievous smile. he quirked his right brow, tilting his head. 

“what are you thinking?” he asked. 

“nothin’,” you said. “you’re so pretty,” you hummed as you got lost in his eyes. 

he blushed, looking down shyly in response. “thank you.”

“you're welcome.” you bit your lip, looking at him with wide eyes through your lashes.

you leaned close to his face, moving your lower body so you were now straddling his waist. stefan set his bourbon down, placing his hands on your waist, pulling you as close as the hot tub would let you be.

“i’ve waited for this day for so long,” stefan mumbled, looking into your eyes.

“you’ve been waiting to be in a hot tub with me for decades?” you smirked.

stefan laughed, “you know what i meant.”

“i know. me, too,” you nodded.

you brought your hands up, water trickling down your arm and onto his collar bones. you ran your fingers through his soft hair and making it damp.

you two enjoyed admiring each other in the silence. you’d never had a more intimate moment than this one. not even sex came close. this was the best way, in your mind, to spend time with your romantic partner. in the warm water, holding each other, getting lost in each other’s eyes — it was perfect.

“i really like this bathing suit,” stefan broke the silence.

“thank you. it’s actually new. this is the first time i’ve worn it.” you looked down at the suit. it was a navy blue suit with white straps and a white stripe around your waist, white lining the seams of the suit. you had actually bought it in preparation of going to florida with chase, but you thought this would be a better use.

“oh, you bought it for me?” he grinned. “you’re not that special,” you giggled.

he shrugged, “as long as i’m the first one to see you in it.”

“you might be the only one, too,” you winked.

“oh?” he raised a brow. “i wonder if i’ll be the only one to see it on the floor, too.”

he lifted his head up to your neck, placing soft kisses and nibbles on your skin. you closed your eyes, reeling your head to the side to give him more access. your hands went to the back of his head, gripping his hair at the nape of his neck. he kissed a hot, wet trail up to your lips, his hand taking the back of your head and pulling your lips onto his.

a thrill ran up your spine as you two kissed. your pushed your chest up to his, your hips beginning to move on top of his. breathy moans left your lips as your clit rubbed against his boner. stefan’s hands dug into your back, where the swim suit opened, surely making half-moons.

you were about to slip your swimsuit straps off when the phone rang. you pulled away immediately, causing water to flood over the tub ledge. you got one foot out of the tub before stefan grabbed your arm.

“let it ring. whoever it is, they’ll leave you a message,” stefan urged you to come back.

you shook your head. “it might be marcy.”

“and it might be not. come back, please? we don’t have to do anything but just sit here and talk,” he begged.

you sighed, taking your other foot out and sitting on the ledge.

“i’ll be back.” you leaned over and planed a kiss on his forehead. you pulled away, getting up and wrapping yourself in a towel as you hurried to the phone. you picked it up, hoping it was marcy, but it wasn’t.

“finally, you answered. i was getting worried.”

“oh. hi, chase,” you sighed.

“what’s wrong? you sound disappointed,” he asked.

“nothing, i am just so tired,” you gave him a fake laugh.

“what did you do today?” chase asked.

“oh, lots of things.”

“like what?”

“drove around, went to indianapolis, had dinner” you answered.

“how was downtown?”

“fun.” you smiled as you thought about the plane ride.

“what did you guys do?” chase asked. “um… lots of stuff,” you replied.

“like what?”

“fun stuff.”

“why are you being so vague?”

“i-i’m not,” you frowned. “yes, you are. is there something you’re hiding. wh-why are you lying to me?” he asked.

“i’m not! you’re just making things up!” you lied. you began to bite your nails. you didn’t like that you were lying to him, although you had been for the past week and really, for the past three months. but you knew that when he would find out the truth, and he would, he would be in so much more pain than he was now.

“stop lying to me! you’ve been lying to me for the past week. what have you been doing behind my back? s-seeing another guy? wha-what is it?”

it broke your dead, cold heart to hear him cry.

“no, i-it’s not like that,” you shook your head, your voice getting more quiet with each word.

“then what is it? you’re killing me here, baby.”

“i’m… i’ve been trying to get into medical school.” you bit your lip nervously.

he was silent for a few moments. you were about to throw up. 

“oh, well, why didn’t you tell me? i would’ve helped.”

“i just um…” you let out a breathy laugh. “was embarrassed.”

“oh, baby. you don’t need to be embarrassed about anything. i know how much you love helping people and how smart you are. i-is it a money thing? you know my dad has —”

“no! no, no, no, it is not a money thing, trust me,” you sighed. “i just felt silly, is all. i mean, i’m at my prime child-bearing age and i know you want kids someday, so i don’t want to throw that dream away just because of my career.” you cringed as you spoke. you couldn’t believe what you were saying, it was a load of bogus, but it was what you knew that chase would accept.

“we can have kids whenever! i don’t care. you do whatever you want, babe.”

“thanks,” you smiled genuinely.

stefan came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. you turned your head, eyes widening and jaw dropping as you noticed he didn’t have his swim trunks on anymore. the towel hung low, low enough to where you can see his defined v-line going all the way down.

“y/n? are you there?”

“o-oh, yeah,” you nodded, not taking your eyes off of stefan.

stefan smirked at you, leaning against the wall and flexing.

“um, i gotta go. marcy wants to walk around the city to see the lights,” you said quickly. you didn’t even know what you said. you hoped it made sense. 

“alright. have fun and stay safe. when you get back we can talk about medical school and i can help you.”

you took your eyes off of stefan for a second, looking to the ground and smiling at chase’s words. he could be so sweet when he wanted.

“thank you. it means a lot.”

“of course. i love you.”

“i-i love you, too,” you whispered, hanging up the phone.

“you want to go to medical school?” stefan asked.

“i did before. i wouldn’t be opposed to it now,” you shrugged.

“i’d like to see you in the office with a white doctor’s coat, sitting at your desk with your name on a plaque,” he stated.

“i have a few plaques already, actually,” you said.

“oh? well, can i see them?” he asked. “sometime,” you nodded.

“what do you want to do now?” stefan asked, walking over to you.

your eyes fell from his eyes to his chest, down to his hips where he left nothing to the imagination.

“my eyes are up here, sweetheart.”

your eyes lit up as they met his. heat flushed your face and you smiled shyly, feeling a little embarrassed.

“sorry. you just look so… good,” you sighed happily.

“you think so?” he hummed. “mmhm,” you nodded.

“you do, too,” he smiled, looking you up and down painfully slowly.

you shook your head with a laugh, butterflies fluttering around your stomach. “no, i look like a drowned rat.”

“then put some clothes on and dry off,” he shrugged. “or take them off and i can help you get dry.”

you breath hitched as you eyed him, a little surprised at his suggestive-ness. boy, you had missed out on a lot in the past 64 years.

you stood up, walking over to him. you put your hands on his chest, looking him in the eyes, trying to match his energy.

“wanna undress me, then?” you hummed.

“oh, i’d be happy to,” he grinned.

his hand went up to your shoulders, pulling down the right strap of your bathing suit slowly. you waited in anticipation, your legs moving back and forth as you watched his hand drag your strap down your arm.

he was so warm, it gave you goosebumps. his hands were so big, his fingers long and meaty and so gentle as they ran across your skin. just looking at them made the heat grow between your thighs, but them on you almost made you go crazy.

“have i told you how much i like this bathing suit?” he asked.

“a couple times,” you nodded.

“well, hope you don’t mind me saying it again. you look gorgeous with it. i love the blue against your complexion, how the white outlines your curves nicely,” he complimented.

you smiled, “you’re too kind.” 

“nu-uh, i’m just tellin’ the truth,” he shook his head.

you parted your legs slightly to let the swimsuit drop to the floor. you suddenly felt shy and colder. you put your hands on your stomach and waist, not looking at him in the eyes, only looking at the swimsuit pooled at your legs.

stefan brought his hand up to your chin, lifting your head up slowly. your eyes met his, noticing the lust and love that clouded his eyes.

“you’re beautiful. no need to cover up unless you absolutely don’t want to do anything,” he said.

“i do i just… don’t look as good as i usually do,” you sighed.

“darling, trust me, you look amazing. there is no such thing as “not looking good as usual” because no matter what you wear, makeup or no makeup, if you’re tired or super awake and bouncing around the walls, you will look gorgeous always.”

“oh, you’re such a charmer,” you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“i’m telling the truth,” he repeated. 

you put your arms to your sides, moving closer to stefan so your chest met his.

“so beautiful,” he muttered, his eyes gazing at your breasts.

you giggled, “you’re so handsome.”

your eyes ran over his chiseled chest and strong shoulders. you noticed the tattoo he had on his arm, putting your fingers on it and tracing the pattern.

“when did you get this?” you asked.

“about fifteen years ago,” he answered, glancing over to the tattoo. “it was a skull at first, but then i realized how dumb that looked, so i had them re-trace over it.”

“it’s pretty,” you hummed. “you think?” he asked.

“i do,” you nodded, looking at him again.

both of your hands ran up his shoulders and to the back of his head. you buried your fingers in his damp, cold hair, bringing him impossibly closer to you. his towel came loose and dropped to the floor. you could feel him on your hip. you gave him a cheeky smile as he gave you a bashful smile.

“have a bed preference?” you asked.

“this one will do.” he grabbed your waist and threw you onto the bed, climbing on top of your and crashing his lips onto yours.

you moved up on the bed, laying against the pillows without breaking the kiss. stefan’s lips trailed down to your neck, sucking and nipping roughly. you let out a breathy moan, calling his name out and making him bite you harder. he trailed love bites down to your breasts, attaching his mouth to your swollen nipple. you bucked your hips up to meet his, your hands pulling at his hair and finger nails digging into his neck. 

“stefan, oh,” you whimpered as his teeth tugged at the bud. 

one of his hands went in-between you two, his fingers tip-toeing down to your pussy. you gasped as he spread your legs open and found your clit, circling the pearl with the tip of his finger.

“fuck, stefan,” you panted. “feel good?” he lifted his head up. 

you nodded furiously, tilting your head back and pushing it into the pillows. he scooted down, running his tongue down your stomach, making you giggle. 

“that tickles, stef!” 

“oops,” he chuckled, replacing his fingers with his tongue. 

you grabbed a handful of his hair, jerking your hand as his tongue circled your clit and applied pressure. his fingers slowly slipped into your pussy. he couldn’t help but moan at the warmth and wetness. you spread your legs wider for him, anxious for him to start moving his fingers. 

“eager, are we?” stefan hummed against your skin. 

“please,” you breathed out. “i’ve been waiting for this for 60 years.”

“long time to be waiting.”

“y’know, sometimes i think about you when i’m kissing chase,” you said absentmindedly. 

“oh, yeah? you ever say my name?” he asked. “almost,” you moaned, moving your head from side to side. 

you could feel his smirk on your skin. he pressed a sloppy, wet kiss to your pussy. he curled his fingers inside of you, moving back and forth and hitting your g-spot effortlessly. 

“oh, stefan, stefan!” you called out, moving your hips in rhythm with his fingers.

he lifted his head up, adoring the way your eyes were rolling back, mouth open with whines and moans coming out, back arching. you looked perfect. 

“good thing we have all night for you to say my name.”

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mismatched socks - s. r.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Request: Spencer's girlfriend (reader, FBI agent too) always wears mismatched socks and when they have their first night together at his apartment he notices, and his brain goes to mush, and falls in love with her even more

Warnings: fluff, some talk about Spencer being insecure Word Count: 2.2k A/N: thanks for the request, love! I really enjoyed writing it! requests are open guys! hope you enjoy. gif not mine.

Spencer had always known he was different. He had always been the smartest in school, which could be attributed to his eidetic memory. He wasn't invited to birthday parties because he liked to tell facts that were funny to him, but that no one else found funny. And he had been rather an oddball in other ways, too.

All his life this fact had made him insecure. He thought of himself as too skinny, too unathletic-especially when he compared himself to Derek, which was pretty stupid, of course-and his hair always lay funny, no matter how hard he tried to tame it. He wore cardigans over shirts-the watch over the cardigan, of course-which was pretty weird, but he wore Converse with them and two different socks every day. He loved magic and physics jokes. Spencer couldn't talk about the latest episode of Greys Anatomy, and he wasn't sure what Team Stefan and Team Damon were. Spencer didn't fit in perfectly anywhere and it had taken him time to accept that. He also never imagined anyone would find in attractive, or even want to be with him.

Until you came along.

On your first day at BAU, he immediately noticed three things about you. First, you walked incredibly fast, actually too fast to just walk from one office to the next. It seemed to her as if you were flying. Second, you tucked your hair behind your ears every few minutes, even when it wasn't falling in your face. He wondered why you didn't use a pin or a scrunchie. But it was a habit that didn't bother him in the least. From the moment he first saw you, he found you irresistibly pretty, and he was glad your hair didn't cover your face. And third, you could write ambidextrously. As the team sat in the conference room and you scribbled something in your case file - also something he noticed, you seemed to prefer paper as much as he did - you reached for your coffee cup with your right hand and continued to write undisturbed with your left, until the entire team looked at you as if you were from another star. It was a look Spencer knew all too well.

He had never met anyone like you.

Spencer liked you from the first moment he saw you. He liked that you took your backpack on both shoulders and that you preferred cocoa to coffee. He liked the way you smiled at him when he brought you one from the office kitchen and set it on your desk. And he liked the way your skin felt on his when you reached under the desk for his hand when you noticed a change in his demeanor. You then squeezed his hand twice. Once for "It's all right" and once for "I'm here, with you."

In your presence, everything seemed as easy as breathing. You listened to him when he blathered on about a subject you didn't understand, because you liked his intelligence and the way he explained things without looking down on others. You even asked when he had to explain something to you, which had surprised him so much the first few times that he had completely forgotten what your conversation was about. He had stared at you and the blush had come to his face. One feature that didn't escape you, but made him even more attractive to you.

When you went to his table one morning and told him that you had seen Star Trek for the first time the previous night, and now wondered how realistic the physics in the movie were, he could hardly stand it. You were beautiful and intelligent and interested in Star Trek? And when you asked him if he could explain something from the movie to you, he was sure his dream girl was standing right in front of him.

"I need your help", he told Derek that very day as they stood together in the kitchen. "How do I ask a girl out?"

Derek nearly choked on his coffee before turning to Spencer. "Since when do you want to date?" He noticed Spencer's gaze, which wasn't on him, but slid past him and lingered on you.You sat at your desk and tucked your hair behind your ears before looking up and over at Spencer's desk.  Derek could see your gaze wander around the office and then linger on Spencer before you smiled and got back to work. With a grin, Derek looked at Spencer. "You're going to ask Y/N out on a date? Oh boy, it's about time you finally do. I already said to Penelope that -"

"Please, Morgan. I just want to know how to ask her out”, Spencer interrupted him, looking at his friend.

Derek's grin gave way to an honest, friendly smile. "Don't make a big deal out of it. Just ask her directly."

"And if she says no?", asked Spencer uncertainly, his mouth twisting into a thin line. He couldn't imagine you going on a date with him, but he couldn't stay in the dark any longer either. He had to at least try.

"She won't”, Derek assured him. The whole team felt that Spencer and you would be perfect for each other, but he didn't tell him that. Spencer should learn to walk before he starts running. "I can see the way she looks at you. And if she does say no, she's not as smart as I thought."

Spencer trusted Derek's words and took it upon himself to ask you out on a date that very day. He had phrased the question countless times in his head, even encouraging himself in the mirror in the men's room, but every time he stood in front of you and looked at your beautiful face, he couldn't get a single word out. They got stuck in his throat and he was so embarrassed that he fled from you several times. By the third time, he had red marks on his neck, which you noticed immediately, and you wondered how you had made him so uncomfortable without having really done anything. When he said nothing again, you put your hand on his forearm.

"Are you okay, Spencer?", you asked, and he just nodded. It's now or never.

"Wouldyougooutwithme?" He almost mumbled, but you had understood him perfectly. "If you don't want to, that's fine, and we'll pretend I never asked. We'll just keep being friends and -"

"Spencer," you interrupted, smiling up at him, "I'd love to go out with you," you replied, and he was able to breathe deeply again. The marks on his neck faded as you tucked your hair behind your ear.

He had done it. Spencer had asked you and you had agreed, but where was he going to take you? Nothing seemed good enough for him. Going out to eat was nice, but you didn't seem like someone who needed to talk the whole time. He thought movie theaters were dumb because you couldn't talk there at all. After two days he had thought of something and he wouldn't have minded if you thought the idea was stupid, but when he presented his idea to you, you smiled at him excitedly.

"I can't wait."

You spent your first date in Spencer's favorite library, surrounded by knowledge and stories. You walked the aisles together, telling stories of books you had read and found to be good, and books you had abandoned because they were so bad you couldn't finish them. As you walked through each aisle, which had actually taken an entire afternoon, Spencer didn't want the date to end. He was going to suggest something else, but you beat him to it.

"There's a couch over there. Shall we sit there? Then you can read me something from your favorite book."

You would be the death of him.

A few weeks later, you had arranged to go for a walk. The weather was nice, not too hot and not too cool, so you strolled hand in hand along the paths. He liked the fact that you worked together but couldn't just talk about the job. You were explaining to him why a certain Matt Donavan from a vampire series was incredibly annoying when someone stopped in front of you.

"Y/N! How nice to see you!", the young woman said, unceremoniously wrapping her arms around you. When she broke away from you, you looked at Spencer.

"Spencer, this is Lisa, my college roommate. Lisa, this is Spencer, my boyfriend”, you explained before you could think about what you had just said. You chatted briefly before going your separate ways again. You noticed a change in Spencer's behavior and feared you had misinterpreted everything. When you couldn't take it anymore, you stopped.

"Look, I'm sorry I called you my boyfriend”, you said, looking down at the ground in shame. "We've never talked about what exactly we are, but it feels like you're my boyfriend and I wish you were, so I -"

"Y/N”, he interrupted you and tenderly reached for your hand. A smile spread across his face. He couldn't believe himself that he would ask you that. "Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

The bar was crowded and the later it got, the more crowded you felt. The team had been in the mood to celebrate after a difficult case, so everyone had gathered in the regular bar. Penelope was putting on some dance moves on the dance floor while Emily and JJ were bawling out the song, which neither Spencer nor you knew. He had his arm around your waist and pulled you tightly to his side, which you enjoyed very much. He didn't fit in here with his shirt and cardigan, but he fit you, you were one hundred percent sure of that.

As you stifled a yawn, he looked down at you. "Shall we go? You seem tired and I'm getting ready to go to bed too”, he suggested and you nodded. Outside, he hailed you a cab and as you got in, you gave the driver Spencer's address.

"We're going to my place?", asked Spencer, looking at you in confusion as you nestled into his side.

"Yeah, I hope that's okay”, you replied, "If it's too soon for you for us to sleep together, then you just have to say so. I won't be mad at you."

How could he be mad at you? You wanted to spend the night with him. You wanted to fall asleep next to him and wake up next to him. He had hit the jackpot.

"Would you like to drink something?", he asked as you sat down on the couch and kicked off your shoes. It wasn't the first time you'd been in his apartment, but you'd never entered his bedroom before and you didn't want to take the step without him. It was still his apartment and his privacy and you respected that.

"Just water, please”, you replied, pulling your legs up so he could sit next to you. He handed you the glass and you took a big gulp.

In your presence, Spencer had never felt like an oddball. You never made him feel like he was different or weird. You didn't laugh at him, you laughed with him, and you had assured him many times how incredibly attractive he was to you, even if he couldn't see it. He wasn't too skinny or too unathletic for you. He dressed askew, but it suited him like a glove and you had imagined more than once what he would look like without clothes. It didn't bother you in the least that he wasn't interested in the technology of today. For you, he was just right. For you, he was perfect.

Even though you often assured him how much you liked him and how happy you were with him, he was still insecure from time to time. But as you sat there together on the couch and you put your legs on his thighs, he was one hundred percent sure that he didn't need to be insecure. On your left foot was a green sock, while on your right dangled an orange sock.

You wore the socks like he did. Two different ones. Had you seen this on him and copied it or had you always worn socks like this? A question that could be answered later. His heart stopped for a second, his brain turned to mush, which is why he couldn't control his following words either. "I think I love you."

Surprised, you looked to him and noticed that his gaze lingered on your socks. "You see my socks and then say you love me? Maybe something isn't going right in that clever head of yours”, you grinned and leaned towards him. Blushes shot up his face. "I love you too, Spencer."

Gently, you placed your lips on his. The kiss was tender, hesitant, but Spencer saw his chance and gently pulled you onto his lap before wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. His heart threatened to overflow with love. As he placed his hands on your butt, you moaned softly into his mouth. He smiled.

In your presence, he didn't feel like he was different.

[amazingmaeve]

Green Eyed Monster - Stefan Salvatore

TVD Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Summary: You were always going to be Elenas younger sister. You have always had a crush on Stefan but didn’t act on that since Elena was in love with him. You were only one year younger than Elena her being 18 and you being 17 and Jeremy being 16. You couldn’t believe that vampires witches and witches were real. When Damon and Elena get together you and Stefan form an unlikely bond.

Request: Hi hun please can I request a jealous amut with stefan salvatore where I Elena and Jeremy's younger sister and i make him jealous at a party with numbers 33,21,25,26,36,48,54,70,93,99,143 thanks so much xx

Requested by: @beth-winchester21

Pairing: Stefan Salvatore x Female!Reader

Warnings: Sex, jealousy, underage drinking, 18+

AN: I made her a year younger than Elena I hope that’s ok. And I didn’t put one number in because it didn’t fit I hope that’s ok with you. Also I blushed so hard writing this.

You’ve always like Stefan. From the day you met him when Elena brought him over. But you never did anything about it since they were in love.

Or so you thought.

You couldn’t believe when Elena got with Damon. To you Stefan was the better brother. He seemed like the better choice. You’ve met Damon he’s never really talked to you. You guess he didn’t care for Elenas younger sister.

That’s what you assumed Stefan thought of you as well.

You’ve had a few boyfriends in the past but they broke your heart. That’s why you kind of gave up on love.

But Stefan was acting really weird. He was flirting with you. He’s never done that.

But you flirted back. Since he wasn’t dating anyone you thought what’s the harm.

You always thought Elena and Stefan would be the perfect couple.

Now today me and Caroline were going to a party. You’ve been feeling a bit down the past few days so you thought a party might help you lift up your spirits.

It was the Salvatore mansion the party was at and you didn’t mind that you just hoped you didn’t run into Elena.

And here you were talking to a guy who just started talking to you. You didn’t want to be rude so you talked back.

You felt someone tap on your shoulder you turned around to see Stefan standing there.

“Oh hey Stefan,” You waves at him. He looked mad and you didn’t know why. You hoped you hadn’t upset him in any way. “What’s wrong are you ok,” You asked him in worry tone.

“Can I talk to you,” Stefan asked you in a deep tone. He looked over your shoulder to see the guys standing there, “Alone.”

“Oh yeah sure,” You accepted and walked further away from the guys you were talking to. “So whatcha need,” You asked wringing your hands together.

“Just wanted to make sure you were ok,” Stefan asked.

“Yeah I’m fine,” You answered while furrowing you’re brows. “Just that guy over there was pretty boring,” You state rocking on your heels.

“Yeah you looked pretty bored talking to him,” Stefan smiled down at you.

“Were you jealous,” You ask with a teasing smirk on your face. You took a sip of the alcohol wondering what he was going to say.

“Nope just worried about,” He casually said.

“Oh,” You surprised you didn’t know he was telling the truth. “I’m surprised I thought you liked me,” You muttered.

“I do like you,” He admitted with a smile on his face.

“Sure,” You sarcastically replied while rolling her eyes.

“Y/N,” Stefan snapped.

“What,” You snapped back.

“Just listen to me,” He asked in a harsh tone.

“Oh bite me,” You scoffed. You knew you were being dramatic but that’s how you always were. That was your flaw you were over dramatic about things.

“If you insist,” Stefan smirked as he brought his hands to your waist and his lips to yours.

You were shocked at first but kissed back your lips moving with his. You brought your hands to his neck and played with his hair.

His lips left yours and traveled to your neck where he kept kissing and sucking on your skin. You let out a tiny moan, luckily the music was so loud nobody could hear you. You could feel yourself getting more turned on by the minute

“We should uh take this to your room,” You let out a breathy moan after that. You didn’t want to have sex in the middle of a lot of people.

“Before we get carried away,” You whispered as he looked up at you with dark eyes.

“I agree,” Stefan whispered.

He grabbed your hand and walked up the stairs while you followed behind him. You were feeling a tad nervous you’ve only had sex with one guy. But you really wanted to do this. He made you feel things that other guys couldn’t.

The both of you stopped in front of his bed room door.

You walked up to his window and saw people on the front yard either passed out or dancing.

You felt Stefan walk up behind you and put his hands on your waist. You could feel his breath in your neck which made you feel even more turned on.

He began to pepper your neck with kisses which turned to him sucking the skin right besides your ear which made you moan. You felt your self to start to get wet which made you silently curse your self. He’s barely even touched you and you were already feeling like this.

“I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it,” Stefan whispered which made you gasp. From any times you’ve had sex you have never experienced dirty talk at least not to this extreme.

“Well you wouldn’t want them to see what’s yours right,” You whispered already knowing he wouldn’t do what he said.

“You’re mine,” Stefan growled in your ear which made your whole body tingle.

“All yours,” You whispered turning around bringing your hand to his neck bringing him down to kiss you.

“Strip and get on the bed,” He whispered after the both of your pulled apart. His voice was deep.

You nodded and removed your shirt and skirt in front of him. You were going to take off your panties and bra but he stopped you before you could.

You laid down on his bed and on your back. You let out a sigh feeling the comfort of his sheets.

A few minutes later you were getting tired of the teasing you brought your hand to your pussy and started to rub your clit thought you panties. You felt him come on the bend and lay halfway on top of you and tapped your hand to make you move it.

“Don’t fucking touch what is not yours.” Stefan growled. You opened your eyes he had removed his shirt and that’s about it.

You let out a tiny smirk removing your hand from your underwear.

“Good girl,” He praises you with a smirk on his face. “Don’t forget who you belong too,” He whispered while giving you a look in his dark eyes.

Stefan leaned down to your stomach and began to kiss your stomach and every few seconds began to move lower.

When he got the edge of your panties you closed your legs feeling your self getting even wetter.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs,” He drawled out when he notice you closed your legs.

You didn’t compile at first which made him roll his eye before he squeezed your thought. “Oh kitten don’t make tell you twice.”

You compiled spreading your legs letting him slip between them. He pulled your panties down and threw them across the room, leaving your lower half completely undressed.

He smirked at how wet he made you feel. You were squirming from under his gaze.

He kept kissing right about right where you wanted him. He kept kiss around your pussy which made you let out breathy whimpers.

He put his hand right above your pussy and began to draw a figure eights on your clit. That action made you whine, he was doing it incredibly slow.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to forget that guys name,” Stefan growled as he felt how wet you were. You whimpered as he started to go faster.

He dragged his finger to your entrance and thrusted his finger into your pussy. You let out a loud moan and arched your back as his fingers curled to your g spot. It seemed that everyone must of left because you couldn’t hear anyone. Damon probably kicked them out.

Stefan let out an amused chuckle at your reaction.

He brought his face closer to your pussy and started to lick at your clit which made you let out a strangled moan. Somehow you got your bra undone to leave you completely naked.

You put your hand on your belly to stop yourself from tugging on his hair.

He used his other hand to put your hand in his hair jestering for you to tug.

He eventually wrapped his lips around your clit which made you tug on his hair and let out many moans out of your mouth.

You could feel a tightness in your stomach and you could feel it about to snap.

He kept fingering while adding a second finger while keeping his lips around clit and only came up for breath.

As you were about to cum Stefan removed his hands and his mouth from your pussy.

You looked up at him with a surprised look on your face. “What the fuck,” You blurted out.

“Don’t worry princess you’ll get to cum soon enough,” Stefan promised with a smile. “Bend over and spread your legs,” He ordered you basically.

“What if I don’t want to,” You decided to tease him.

“Well if you want to cum you better get on your hands and knees now,” He replied calmly which surprised. He was so calm and demanding at the same time.

You decided not to push him any further and got on your hands and knees. You leant your arms in his pillow trying to get more comfortable.

You heard Stefan unbuckle his jeans and pulled his pants and boxers down. Stefan than came behind you and started to kiss your neck. You could feel how hard and big he was for you.

“Do you want to cum,” He asked you a question while moving his dick up and down your pussy coating his tip with you juices. He was trying really hard to not just to point into you.

“Yes please,” You whimpered as you felt his tip circle your sensitive clit.

“Don’t worry soon you will,” Stefan promised you.

He pushed his dick into you and you let out a moan at the size of him. He began to thrust slowly trying to get you used to it.

“Faster,” You moan feeling yourself build up slowly.

He let out a small chuckle before thrusting into you faster than before.

You could feel him touch your g spot which made you moan loud. You didn’t really want to be loud just in case Damon was here but you didn’t care about Damon in this moment.

He wrapped his arm around your waist and started to rub your clit in hard and slow circles. While you were moaning loud, Stefan was letting out tiny grunts in your ear feeling his climax approaching as well.

“Stefan I’m about to cum,” You whined tightening yourself around more than before which made him groan in your ear. He started to go faster on your clit.

“Cum now,” Stefan demanded and then you let go. The rope in your stomach snapped and you let out moans while you cummed around him. You felt him let his load into you. You were thankful he was a vampire since you didn’t want to get pregnant.

He removed himself from on top of you while you laid in your back. You came closer to him and laid your head in your chest.

He pulled his blanket over the both of you, “Are you alright I didn’t go to hard on you did I.”

“Nope it felt amazing,” You purred looking up at with a smirk.

“That’s good to hear,” He smiled down at you while kissing your forehead.

“You don’t want me to leave do you,” You ask looking up at him.

“No I want you to stay.”

[fictionalmenmakemecry]

We Have History Together

Requested

Characters: Stefan x Reader

Summary: Stefan and reader have a project that due but get distracted in the process ;)

Includes: Smut , swearing

I always been interested in history, it's always been one of my favorite classes. Since the beginning of the school year, I've been struggling to keep my mind in check when it comes to wandering thoughts. Saying that, these thoughts might have something to do with the new person in our class. Stefan Salvatore. He's been getting the normal amount of attention when it comes to any new victim of this school. He seem to keep to himself mostly. Over the last couple of weeks, it's been particularly harder to keep focused as we have been put into groups for class project and you guessed it, Stefan and I were put together.

At the start of the project, things were kinda awkward because I knew nothing about him. But we slowly start to get comfortable with each other as every history class was us working on our project. It being a big percentage of our final grade, I wanted to ace this. As the weeks went on, he would do little things that I never expected, like bring me my favorite snack when he knew I was going to be late for class and forgot to bring lunch. He would bring me his favorite history books that he thought I would enjoy. We really did start becoming close friends. But I knew I had other feelings that I wanted to ignore. The more time we spent together the more I started to notice how good he smelt, especially when he leant across to grab something on the other side of the desk. I would be listening to him and suddenly get lost in his green eyes and how his lips looked so sof-

"You okay?" He asked looking into my eyes.

"Uh-h yeah, sorry, in my own world there." I chuckled feeling my face get warmer wondering if he was on to me.

"I just didn't get enough sleep last night" I lied.

He glanced down at this book and smiled "Okay, well for the conclusion I think-"

"Sorry guys, just to let you know the library will be closing in 15 minutes, we close early on Sundays" The old grey haired librarian spoke softly as she walked past our desk.

"Oh shit, yeah I forgot" I said looking down at my phone

"Well, if you want, we can go back to my place and finish the last few things. I don't think it should take too long" He offered as he closed his laptop and packed his things away.

My heart sped up when he mentioned his place, what the hell is wrong with me. I needed to get ahold of myself if I'm going back to his place. I cleared my throat not wanting my excitement to show through.

"Totally, that sounds good" I nodded

We both got into our own cars and I followed him until we got to his place. I wasn't expecting much but his house was this gigantic Tudor mansion. I couldn't believe my eyes. I felt my hands getting sweatier as we got closer. I got out of my car, still looking around in amazement trying to figure out how rich he was.

We never really talked about life outside school. So I really didn't know much about his life.

"Holy shit" I said quietly to myself but he manage to hear making his way towards me as he chuckled to himself.

"It's not what you think. I'm not rich" He said still smiling at me

"Then wha-" I gestured at the grand building in front of me

"It's a long story" He interrupted me

As we walked towards the house, I could sense him getting fidgety beside me which is so different compared to his calm confident self.

"Before we go in, I'm just warning you that I have a brother, Damon. He can be forward and how can I put this... an ass." He said bluntly.

"Try and ignore him, he's been really pissing me off lately" Stefan walked ahead of me putting his hand on the handle of the door.

I didn't say anything because I didn't what to say or think. He can't be that bad. But I never seen Stefan like this so maybe he is. This was definitely not settling my nerves.

He opened the door and this hallways just lead to this huge room with an unimaginable sized fireplace. I couldn't stop myself from looking around.

"Make yourself comfortable, do you want anything to drink or eat?" Stefan said as he walked toward a door that I presumed lead to the kitchen.

"I wouldn't mind some water" I felt my mouth becoming dryer as the seconds went by.

Stefan disappeared into the next room and I walked around the room trying to get a grasp of the place.

"Well, hello there" a smooth voice came from the balcony which I didn't even realize was there a moment ago.

I whipped around to see, a man who was older than Stefan and must have been Damon.

"Uh- Hi" I raised my hand to wave and felt startled from his presence.

He walked down the stairs towards me with this confidence that was completely different to Stefan. As he got closer I felt he icy blue eyes look me over and I felt uneasy.

"I didn't know we were having guests" Damon smirked

"Yeah, just coming over to finish off history p-project" I stuttered.

I started getting more nervous wondering where the hell Stefan was. Where the hell was he getting this water from, Niagara falls?

Damon walked closer to me. Closer than stranger should be. He seemed completely at ease and mostly enjoying this.

"You have really beautiful eyes" Damon looked into them and I felt his stare getting deeper and deeper.

"I really hope Damon is not being a pain in the ass" Stefan appeared with sandwich and water

Damon rolled his eyes and took a step back making his way over to a side table with a assortment of liquors.

"I was just introducing myself" He said giving me a little smile before pouring himself a glass of brown color rink.

I could see Stefan sighing and shaking his head as he made his way up the stairs.

"Come on Y/N, let's go and finish off the project"

I made my way across the room and followed Stefan, feeling Damon's eyes on me the whole time until we were out of sight. I closed the door behind me as we got to Stefan's room. His room matched the rest of the aesthetic of the house. He made space for the sandwich and water on his desk which was covered in books.

"I noticed you didn't eat much today, so I made you peanut butter and jelly sandwich." he said trying to make room for chairs so we both could sit at his desk.

"Um, thank you. that's really kind" I smiled sitting beside him.

I wasn't hungry at all. My stomach was all over the place knowing that we were in a room together, alone. I kept rubbing my hands along my jeans trying to stop them from being clammy. He was different, he was irritated by something. I didn't want to pry but I was worried that he was regretting inviting me over.

"Is everything okay?" I asked quietly afraid to hear what I didn't want to hear.

He looked down and looked back up at me again.

"My brother pissed me off. He always like that around women and I'm sick of it. He just treats women like objects and- I'm sorry. You don't need to hear this." He sighs.

"It's okay, so he's kind of a ladies man?" I asked

"I wouldn't saying using women whenever he wants something a ladies m- that's not the point. The point is that you're a genuine good person Y/N" He looks at me and keeps eye contact lingering to the point I have to look away because I feel myself blushing.

"If he got his chance, he would..." Stefan looked around like he was trying to think of a word "taint you". landing his eyes back on me when saying that.

At this point, I'm pretty sure my heart beat was banging in my ears and I know my cheeks were permanently red. He must know how I felt about him, My body was letting me down right now and letting him know exactly how I felt about him, I couldn't hide it anymore.

He got up from the chair and walked around with his hands behind is head like he was trying to calm himself down. I was starting to worry because I never seen him so annoyed before. I got up from the chair and took a step toward him.

"Is there anything I can do to try and get your mind off of this?" I asked while picking at my fingers.

He turned around and looked directly at me across the room.

"Do you like me Y/N?" Stefan asked his face completely serious.

I think in that moment my heart skipped a beat. My mouth opened and in my mind I screamed yes but no noise came out. I looked down and back up, he was still looking at me. I could tell he was trying to read me.

"Yes I do" I nodded knowing that my voice might not be heard from speaking so quietly.

I could hear him release his breath, I looked down, all of a sudden too shy to look him in the eyes. I could hear him slowly walking towards me. I felt him get close to me, closer than friends should get. I felt his hand at the bottom of my chin and bring my face up to his. His lips were just about to touch mine. All my senses were overwhelmed. I could smell his cologne, feel his body heat, feel his hot breath against my lips. I looked up into his eyes not realizing how green they actually were.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispered

I couldn't make any sound, I nodded ever so slightly. I felt him lean in and his lips pressed against mine. I felt his thumb brush against my jaw. I felt my knees wanting to buckle under me. So I wrapped my arms around his neck feeling his other hand on my side. He was so gentle, like he was scared of actually breaking me. I leaned more into him wanting him to know I wanted more. I felt his tongue brushing along my lips and I wanted to taste him. I wanted to feel his tongue against mine. I starting getting lost in the kissing and without realizing I was up against the wall. I felt his body push up against mine. His body felt so strong but gentle at the same time. I ran my hand up the back of his head and down his neck on his shoulders, feeling the muscles underneath the shirt. He pulled away, making me realize that we were both out of breath.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that" He said while glancing down at my lips.

"I know the feeling" I smiled.

"When I'm with you, it's hard for me to keep control. The way Damon looked at you today, made me lose any control I had left" Stefan leaned in putting his hand up against the wall beside me.

I looked into his eyes knowing what I wanted from him. I felt this hungry inside me that I hadn't felt in months.

"Stefan, I don't think I want you to have control around me" I put my hands on his chest and bit my lip

I could see him looking deep into my eyes making sure what I said was actually what I wanted.

"What do you want from me ?" Stefan looked down on my lips knowing what I wanted but wanting to hear it,

"I want you to fuck me" I looked down at his lips and whispered.

Stefan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He opened them again and leaned in, kissing me. It was different this time. He had the same hunger I had now. I leaned into him and I felt him reach down to my thighs and lifted me up with ease, I automatically wrapped my legs around his waist. He walked over the bed and laid me down gently. I felt his hands on my waist and brushing them over my body and got my arms and put them over my head. He climbed on the bed and starting kissing my neck and I felt something sharp on my neck for a split second but then it disappeared. I reached down and pulled off his shirt and admired his toned body underneath.

"Fuck, you're hot" I whispered to myself feeling myself getting wetter by the second.

He looked up at me "Nothing compared to you baby" He smirked

As he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down, I pulled off my top and tossed it aside somewhere. I felt our chests press up against each other and the warmth they shared. I felt him getting harder as he kissed my body more. I couldn't resist anymore, I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled everything down, releasing his hardening cock for me.

"You don't know how much I need you right now " He moaned as I gripped his cock and pumped him

"I want to feel you inside me " I said as I kissed his neck

He slid down my body spreading my legs as he went.

"I want you to taste me, but right now I can't wait any longer. Please fuck me" I begged

He looked at me and kiss my folds before getting up and leaning over to nightstand taking out a foil packaged.

He rolled on the condom and climbed on top of me. His hand disappeared between us as his fingers slowly went in me and start to pull out and push in.

"You're so wet for me" He whispered taking his hand away and sucking on his fingers "Mmmm.. taste so good too baby"

I moaned knowing it was going to feel so good when it enters me.

He positioned himself until he was at my entrance and slowly thrusted forward feeling myself open up to him. He kissed me and nuzzled himself in my neck moaning as he felt my walls grip onto him.

"You feel so good, fuck." He moans as he stays in place as we both take the feeling.

He started thrusting in and out as we both started getting used to each other. He started kissing my sensitive nipples which made me melt into the bed.

"I need you to fuck me harder" I said while feeling his body over me

"You want me to fuck you harder?" He teased while slowing down

"Please" I pleaded knowing that would make my cum hard

"My pleasure" He moved with faster and rougher force.

We fucked feeling both of our climaxes climbing. I wasn't able to hold back and he could tell.

"I'm not going to be able to hold off much longer, are you close?" He moaned feeling him starting to lose rhythm.

"Nearly baby" I said out of breath

He changed position as he put my legs on his shoulders and starting thrusting hard and fast.

"Baby,I can't- fuck, I going to cum"

"Me too" I moaned feeling my walls milk him

We both came, as he got his release he fell forward hovering over me catching his breath and kissing me gently.

"You're incredible" He whispered in my ear and looking at me brushing my hair out of my face

"Ditto" I smiled kissing him gently.

We both cuddled for the next couple of hours and talked, taking in the intimate moment we had.

We spent an all nighter finishing the history project and trying not to distract each other.

[multifandom-girlie]

𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

Imagine requested by @theshyprincess​: Your his girlfriend and he is trying to train you to be a hunter but the sexual tension becomes too much

Pairings: Jeremy x Reader

Warnings: Smut

Do you know what it's like to have a undeniably good looking, incredibly strong vampire Hunter boyfriend ? No. Well let me explain it. It's like that sweet boy you date in highschool that's had sex alot but still asks if your okay continously all through out having sex with him. Yes it's sweet but it get's a little annoying after a while. That is what me and Jeremy are like. He's the sweetest guy on the earth but he's so overprotective. I mentioned the fact it was a little irritating him being so protective all the time and luckily it went well for me.

4 Months Ago-

“Jer ?”

“Yes baby ?”

“I just wanted to talk.”

“Okay..?”

“It's nothing bad, don't worry.”

“Okay. Stopped worrying, what's up ?”

“You know we promised when we first started dating how we would always be honest with each other about how we felt ? Even if it's how we make eachother feel ?”

“Yes..? Y/N, have I upset you or something ? I'm starting to worry again.”

“Jer, stop..it’s nothing bad. It's just that your really overprotective.”

“Well yeah, I know I'm a little protective over you but that's just cause I love you and I would do anything for you.”

“No Jer, you don't understand. Your too protective, sometimes yes it's very cute. You know when you get protective in front of other men but when you stop me going out the house after certain hours or how I always have too be around you. You literally stand outside the door when I'm peeing. I'm not saying I don't appreciate, I do. It's nice to know someone cares so much, but sometimes it's too much. I need my own space. You know I love being around you but I'm going crazy Jer.”

“That was alot to hear. I'm sorry Y/N but I didn't know I was so bad. It's just I care about you alot and you know why I'm so worried all the time. I'm a Hunter you know I can protect myself, you can't.”

“Well how about we make a deal ?”

“It depends.”

“If you let me have my own space, you know let me hang with people who aren't you all the time and dump my curfew....I will train with you, like you wanted me to months ago. I will activate my Hunter gene.”

“You promise you'll actually train ? Your won't just say this, so you can go for girls night or hang with Stefan ? You will actually train, if I back off a little ?”

“Yes, of course not and yes.”

“Okay. Deal.”

“Deal, I love you Jer !”

Present Time-

So here we were in the woods, getting ready for another session. We’ve been having 4 hour sessions with 3 five minute breaks...everyday for the last 4 months. I'm glad we are sticking to the deal. You know he has backed off, I've been for a year's worth of girl's nights already and me and Stefan even went on a road trip and couple times, without Jeremy. 

The only down side to sticking to the deal though was we weren't really as lovey dovey as usual. We haven't had many dates or movie nights. All our conversations are either us arguing-which although is very rare, it still happens-or it's talking about our sessions or what he's going to train me to do next. Also I think I'm going crazy. I love him for doing all this but god I'm so frustrated. We haven't had sex in 4 months and it's bloody killing me.

I'm just glad that our anniversary is approaching because I'm hoping he will halt for one day. I guess we'll see.

Anyway so last session there was a bit of a problem when we got home yesterday my pants ripped as I was putting them on...so I had to wear an old pair of joggers, let me tell you now it was scorching. It was not good, so after our session I showered and headed to the mall with Caroline. Who helped me find some new gym wear that wouldn't rip because my ass and hips were to big to fit into my bloody pants. I also decided to get a new sports bra aswell because my other ones too tight anyway.

Yesterday-

“How are you and Jeremy then ? Are the sessions going well ?”

“Yeah they are actually but that's the only thing that is.”

“What are you talking about ? Oh sweetie, no, I can smell the frustration all over you.”

“I haven't had sex in 4 months Care.”

“Omg sweetie. Oooo, I know what we can do. Get the sexiest gym wear we can find. See if that will make him lose concentration. If he doesn't even flinch, you need to tell him. There's no way he can look at you and not want to shag you.”

“Shag ? Care I think you've been hanging out at the Mikaelsons too much.”

“Shut up.”

15 minutes later-

“This is perfect !”

Present time- 

I changed into my new outfit I got. I'm going to be so pissed if he doesn't take the fucking hint.

I went outside to the car and we drove off. Jeremy didn't even spare me a glance. God he's lucky if I don't “accidently” punch him today. We got out the car and he immediately go into position. I jogged over. Nothing. 

Obviously I'm not going to make the cut for Baywatch anytime soon.

We walked towards eachother and I threw a punch only for it to be dodged. He grabbed my wrist and span me around so my back was to his chest, I elbowed him and jumped on his back surprising him. He fell on his stomach but lifted himself up, even with me straddled on his back. He flipped so I was on my back and held me down. At this point I knew he was distracted, he could taste the tension just as much as I could but I was determined to win this. So whilst he was admiring how submissive I most likely looked under him.  

With my knees bent, I flattened my feet on the ground. My hand gripped his hips and I thrusted my hips upwards. He flew forward and caught himself by propping his hands up above my head. I still had a tight hold of his hips and I twisted my own, so I could thread my knees in-between his legs. I wrapped my legs around him and rolled us over, so I was now on top.

Now I couldn't hide the smirk on my face, showing I was proud of myself. He had a proud grin on his face, that was the first time getting out from under him-minus in bed-and it wasn’t using a technique he taught me. I just thought it was a logical solution. 

His eyes projecting his admiration and mass of lust into mine. His hands reached up to cup my face and pulled me down into a loving kiss. As I pulled away, he caught sight of my breasts peeping out my bra. I felt one of his hand loosen on my hips and trail up my body. I grabbed his wrist pushed it away and walked to the car. As soon as I was about the open my door, I was grabbed and pushed against the back door behind mine. 

My breath caught in my throat, a little surprised at the action. He leaned down and kissed me on the lips ravenously. I wrapped my arms around his neck whilst one of his were raising my legs from the ground. I clenched them around his waist and tangled my feet together. Now above him a little, I continued to kiss him whilst tugging on the short locks of his mousy hair. 

He still had a strong hold of me as he stepped back and felt around the door for the handle. When he found it he jerked the handle and opened the door with ease. He gently laid me down in the back seats and got in closing the door.

I hoisted myself up and perched on his lap. He leaned in but instead of kissing my swollen lips again he bombarded my neck with sloppy kisses. He directed his mouth to my collar bone and starting sucking slightly aswell as kissing. I threw my head back in pleasure and huffed quietly. He then moved to my boobs and started to kiss the tops of them and down my cleavage before peeling my bra off and circling my nipples with the tip of his younger and gradually enveloping them with his mouth. 

I felt that he wasn't undressed enough for my liking so I lifted his shirt off his body over his head and threw it beside us. I will never get enough of this man's body. Damn. He placed his hands on my ass but a couple seconds later pulled away from my boobs.

“When di-how is it th-woah.”

I giggled a little and started blushing a little. 

“It’s thanks to your workouts.”

He grinned and tugged the waistband of my pants but struggled to slip them off my ass. I pulled them off myself, since I knew he didn't want to break them. He saw my white thong and groaned whilst throwing his head back. I giggled and pulled down the elastic waist shorts he had on. I palmed him through his boxers, earning a slight puff. I smirked and pulled down his boxers, down to his ankles.

I kissed up his thigh closer to his thick cock. A slight breath brushing his member. My lips hovering around the tip of cock and gradually wrapping around them, gently tightening the grip. 

The moisture of my lips making it easier to inhale is big member. The nib of my tongue orbiting the head of his penis and whilst doing so gathering the pre cum, he'd let discharged. I continued this action for a couple of minutes before driving his whole cock down my throat. I did this repeatedly for a minute or so. The head hitting my throat with every jolt.

He was getting closer and closer, I could tell because of the giddy pulsation his cock was performing in my mouth. He couldn't help but nudge his hips in my mouth a little more so I could finish him off. After he started that process my little hand began to pump the base of his cock whilst my tongue was toying with the tip. Instantaneously, a smooth white liquid shot down my throat.

I lifted myself up a bit and let him taste himself on my lips. He ripped the white thong I had on but apologised straight after. I giggled and kissed him lovingly again. I raised myself a little and positioned myself comfortably on top of him. His pink tip stroking my clit in upwards motions before seeking my entrance and slipping himself in.

I bit my lip and threw my head back in pleasure. Whereas his head fell into my chest and groaned. I started to raise myself and rapidly force myself back down again. Once he was fully encased in side of me, I hoisted myself up and forced myself back down getting faster and faster with every movement. 

Steam painting the windows. The heat compelling us to break a sweat. The moans, groans and slapping of skin the single things to be heard for miles. My own pace was becoming moderate, I didn't know how long I could keep going for especially since the work out we did not 15 minutes before.  He could undoubtedly sense that I was lacking energy, most likely because of the early start each morning too. So to murder the sense of guilt he was feeling, he grabbed a tighter hold on my hips and rammed his hips in an upwards motion. Pounding into me relentlessly.

“I’m so close Jer !”

“Go on baby.”

I promptly delivered my juices at a rapid speed. They drizzled down his dense cock and chased his second orgasm down. It didn't take long before he unleashed his orgasm. We sat there for a minute or two.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you Jer.”

Nothing could be more perfect in that moment.

Except that was truly wrong. 

No protection.

He didn't pull out.

We are both human.

Shit.

MASTERLIST

[allisonbaelfire]

Thorns & Roses

Pairings: Tyler Lockwood x Reader / Damon Salvatore!Brother x Reader / Stefan Salvatore!Twin Brother x Reader

Summary: After 50 years, your brothers asked you to come back to Mystic Falls. Katherine seemed to be back again, which is why they both worried about you and want to keep an eye on you. While your brothers tried to find Katherine, you came closer to a greater danger then a psychopathic vampire. A Werewolf.

Chapter Summary: Back in Mystic Falls, you encounter some problems, like a doppelganger, the crazy ex of your brothers who tries to kill you and building a normal life for you in the meantime. In addition, you and your brothers have neither seen nor heard of each other for the past 50 years and if you don't become a team again, Katherine has already won.

Word Count: 2,888

Authors Note: This is Part One of Thorns & Roses, I had to re-write it. I hope you liked it.

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A few months ago:

Step by step it became clearer to you, now there was no turning back. The sun felt warmer than usual as you walked through your hometown, for the first time in 50 years. 

It seemed that mystic falls hadn’t changed except for the people. Sure, it became more modern, but the people here seemed more careless. Kids were running around, others friendly greeting each other like nothing bad would ever happen in this small town.

Seeing all those happy people made you forget for a second why you actually came back. The woman who played your brothers like fools, turned them into vampires and forced them to turn you too, seemed to be back in their lives. which, unfortunately, would mean that she would be back into yours as well.

At your brothers' request, you came back to mystic falls, even if there were no concrete threats from Katherine's side against you, they wanted to keep an eye on you in order to be able to protect you, if necessary.

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Even after years of not having set one foot in the city, you remembered every corner, so it wasn't difficult to find your way back home. Salvatore Mansion.

Many memories came back when you stood in front of the huge house, good ones but also not so nice moments went through your head. Again, not much had changed except for the voices that you heard in the living room of the house.

“Katherine.” You threw your bag and suitcase and stormed into the house. 

Katherine and you had a much more strained past than she had with your brothers. You were always the only thing that stood between her and her desire for love and power. Because if your brothers loved one thing more than their sick love for Katherine, it was you.

“Long time no see, Bitch.” In a second you had her by the neck and pressed against the wall. “I should’ve known, they’re still to weak to get rid of you.” You clenched your teeth while stared at her. “But I promise you, I am not.”

Katherine gasped and tried to remove your hand from her throat, but to no avail. Stefan ran to you and tried to get you off of her, but you could easily push him away with your other hand as if it was nothing. 

Damon came to you and took your face in his hands, "it's nice to see you Y/N, now let her down." he commended calm. "It's not Katherine.“

You didn't believe a word. He loved Katherine too, probably more than Stefan ever did, of course Damon would try to protect her. You just squeezed her throat even more and smirked while doing so, which made him nervous but he didn't give you a choice. Even if you were stronger than Stefan, Damon could pull you away from her.

He throw you against the wall while Katherine fell to the ground. Seeing how you older brother helped her to get on her feet made your blood boil inside you.

You balled your fists, “I swear, if you don’t rip her stone cold heart out of her chest, right now-” 

Stefan got back up and ran to Katherine, she snuggled up against him, still trying to breathe while he held her tight. You couldn't stand this sight and were already looking for a way to kill her in the next few seconds.

“My- my Name is Elena.” 

“And mine is Death.” You growled.

Damon couldn’t help but chuckle, he missed having somone as sarcastic as him around. He took your hand and kissed the top of it. “Glad to have you back sissy, now sit down.”

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Your brothers told you about Elena being Katherine's doppelganger. She was Stefan's girlfriend and Katherine was after her, presumably out of jealousy, but they didn't know for sure. 

Normally you would have had a harder time believing all of this, but an old friend of yours told you a similar story a long time ago. But this similarity that Katherine and Elena shared, their looks, voice ... you could only hope for Elena's sake, that they were different in character, otherwise she would be back on your death list.

Elena seemed just as shocked as you, regardless of the fact that you tried to kill her, she looked like you were a ghost.

“Never seen a Vampire before, Darling?” You couldn’t stop starring at her too. Elena held her throat and her eyes wandered to Stefan’s obviously confused. “Oh, Stefan didn’t mention his Twin? Shocker.”

You went to Damon's personal bourbon shelf and took out his favorite drink, even though he didn't like sharing it, you were the only one whom he wouldn’t cut of their hand just by trying to get to his precious drop.

“Told you, she’d be pissed.” Damon took a sip of your drink, winking at Stefan.

You angrily took your glass from his hand,  “You’re not better.” you hissed. “No Calls, no texts, no nothing - for 50 years.” Your tone became more serious until you put the pieces together. “And now you want me back here to protect me? Nah.” You faked a laugh, and finished the glass all at once without grimacing, Damon was a little impressed by that. “Unbelievable. You wanted me here to protect her.”

Elena visibly uncomfortable, gave Stefan a disappointing glimpse, by that you could conclude that she actually had no idea what was going on and would’ve disagreed with them to just call you for her protection. 

From the looks of your brothers you could clearly see that it was Stefan's idea. He was the one who tried really hard not to lock with your eyes while Damon just waited for you to explode again.

Stefan scratched his neck. “Y/N, look-”

While Stefan tried to find his words, you turned around to have Damon re-fill you glass with his bourbon.

Because of Stefan’s blood diet, he wasn't even close to be strong enough to take on Katherine, but since you and Damon drank human blood, together - you were strong enough to take it up against her.

You raised your drink and with one sip the glas was empty. Your face didn't twist, which is why Stefan knew it was better not to say another word now.

“It was nice meeting you, Elena.” You gave her a friendly smirk. “I’m sorry but I can’t help you.”

When you were about to head to the exit, Damon was already rushing in front of you. He gave you a look, that said more than his words could have. 

You stared at him, "Do you know what it feels like when your family doesn't even ask about you for years? Oh no, because at least one sibling did.“ You lifted your arms.

Damon’s mind drifted away for a second as he remembered a darker time in his life, a time when he had turned off his emotions again. You found him back then, after months of searching for Damon, you helped him to become himself again, only so that he could then leave you and keep looking for Katherine.

You pushed him aside, “My Bags, in my room.” then you left the house.

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You didn't like staying to protect a stranger who also looked like the person you hated most. Still, Elena seemed different even if the story repeated itself, but she was important to both of your brothers and your brothers were important to you.  You knew if they tried to take down Katherine on their own they would both die trying, at least together you had a chance.  

But that didn't mean that you wouldn't try everything to be able to lead a normal life, at least as much as possible for a vampire.

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Now:

It wasn’t easy for you living with your brothers, you were still very disappointed with the real reason why they wanted you back. You tried to avoid them the best you could. 

You had decided that it would be a good idea to go back having a normal life, which meant to go to high school for at least the semblance of normality. 

“Hey Salvatore.”

You recognized the voice that was calling you. Smiling, you turned around while Tyler Lockwood already threw an arm around you.

“Hey, Stranger.” You grinned.

He scoffed, “Oh, come on. I had practice yesterday.”

“With a Cheerleader or the Team?” You raised an eyebrow. „You missed movie night.“

Tyler has become a good friend over the past few months, hard for some to believe, as Tyler was more interested in other things about women than just friendship, at least that's what they told each other at school.

Tyler pulled you into both of his arms, “Y/N,” he focused on your eyes, smiling softly. “You’re the only one for me.” 

You chuckled and pushed him soft away from you.

You probably wouldn't have become friends either, if you hadn't been assigned to a school project together. At first, Tyler flirted with you, but when he knew you were the twin sister of Stefan Salvatore, it stopped. During that time you got to know him better. Tyler was very popular at school, but he secretly seemed to have be a loner. Except for Matt, he didn't really let anyone get under his skin until you came.

“Do you’ve planes for tonight?” He asked but didn’t bother letting you answer. “Great. I’ll see you at 8 at my house, you’ll need a dress and a mask.” Tyler smirked.

“Tyler- I-”

He shook his hand and grabbed gently your face. “No, you’re not gonna get out of this. If I’ve to attend there, you too.” Tyler took your hand and spun you around. „I promise to show you my famous dance moves.“

You had to laugh but suddenly your face felt really warm. You quickly tried to hide it from him and put your hands on your cheeks, which made Tyler smile. 

You liked Tyler very much, against your brothers' will. Tyler's bloodline came from a long number of werewolves, the only thing that could harm a vampire, also they didn’t like him much. 

“You’re my best friend.” He added soft.

Your heart stung a bit, best friend, huh? You didn't change your face, on the contrary, you smiled and agreed. Even if you wouldn't admit it in front of him, Tyler was more to you, even if he didn't feel that way.

“Okay, I’ll come.” 

Tyler kissed your forehead. “Great, see you later!”

Anyways, you planned to got to the Masquerade Ball either way. Damon and Stefan argued too loudly this morning, probably they didn't know that you were still home, otherwise they would have been more careful and wouldn’t have mentioned that Katherine really was back and planned to go to the ball today. Otherwise you’d have hunted her down by yourself.

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While Damon and Stefan were trying not to seem to suspicious as they prepared for tonight, you put on your dress (X) and put your mask in your pocket. 

“Hey, Y/N” Stefan shouted. “We’ll be back late tonight, so don’t wait for us.” 

“No, no, no. Did I mention, no?” Damon complained when he noticed you in your dress coming down the stairs.

You smirked. “I got myself a dress that doesn't steal the show too much, don’t you like it?”

“You heard us this morning, didn’t you?” Stefan helped you with the stairs.

“She hates you too, remember?” Damon asked in a serious tone to cover up being worried. “Y/N, she wants you dead.”

“So what do you want me to do? You wanted me here, extra protection for Elena, do you remember?” You shrugged your shoulders. “Besides, I've already told Tyler that I'll be there. If I don't come, it will be obvious-” You paused and looked at your brothers. “-since you still have the moonstone.”

Your brothers looked at you questioningly. They hadn't told you anything for months, also hushed up that Katherine was already back in Town, but they probably forgot that you were looking for Katherine too. Your eyes and ears were everywhere. The sooner you found her, the sooner you and your brothers could be family again. She seemed also to be the girlfriend of Tyler's uncle and protecting Tyler was just as important. 

“First, I don’t care about that dog-” Doman started.

But your brothers didn’t want you to have anything to do with the plan. The plan was already done and that included you and Elena to stay it out.

He took a deep breath. "-Second, fine." Damon came to you, now he couldn't hide how worried he was about you. “But you’re only there for distraction. As soon as we trapped her, you go home and wait for us. If anything gets wrong, you grab Elena and run.”

Damon knew you wouldn’t give up and since you apparently knew as much as they did, you could really be of help. Katherine has been jealous of you since she saw you for the first time, you were in her way - as well as Elena was. You both would be her target.

Stefan was clearly against including you into the plan. You haven't really gotten close in the last few months, which was hard because of Katherine and all that was going on also you didn’t make it easy for him, but Stefan didn't want to put you in any danger either.

“Come on, Stefan.” Damon spoke. “You’re still not strong enough to go against Katherine. Y/N can at least distract her long enough so I can stab her.”

“Sorry Boys, but we need Y/N.” Bonnie entered the front door. “She’s the best bait we’ve besides Elena. No offense.” She smiled friendly in your direction.

“None taken, Witchy.” 

Stefan shook his head and went out the door. You looked at the floor and wondered what Stefan's problem was. He wanted you to come back and help get rid of Katherine. Damon gave you an approving look and touched your shoulder.

“As soon as this is over, we’ll be a family again.” 

His words surprised you. Stefan and you were more like family people. Which was why Damon’s words meant very much. You turned to him and put your arms around his back. He took you in his arms and kissed your head.

You let him go and went outside where you found Stefan leaning against the wall, hands in his pocket while gazing at the stars.

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“Hey big brother.” He ignored you. “You look handsome in a suit.” Stefan looked in the direction of the forest, you went to him and leaned against his arm. “At least, Elena will be safe.”

He turned to you irritated. "You think that's the only thing I care about?!"

You raised an eyebrow, "Well, at least for the last few months. You didn't even pay much attention to me at school - although we have the same classes together."

Stefan didn't say a word, but in his head he agreed with you. "I didn't want you to come home because of this, not to be a bait.." he couldn’t look at you. “The last time we saw each other, I was nothing more than a callous ripper. Y/N, I hurt you.”

You had almost suppressed it, but with Stefan's words the memories came back. You tried together with Lexi to bring back Stefan’s emotions after he flipped the switch, which worked - but what you brought back was anger. At that time he was angry that you had left him alone with Damon to build a normal life with trying to suppress vampirism.  In this time he was much stronger than you. He forced you to drink blood - lots of blood, or he’d kill random people while Lexi and you had to clean up after him. 

“You were right to be mad at me.” You replied softly.

“True but I shouldn’t have said all those things or made you-” Your eyes met. “Do you remember, how as children, we always knew exactly when one of us was feeling bad?”

“Twin Telepathy.”

“Call it how you want but it got stronger as we became vampires. I made myself believe, if you’d stop drinking blood, our connection would be gone.”

Stefan and you never said it out loud. But it was the truth. When you became vampires, you felt each other's emotions even stronger than ever before, even over the years and at a distance. If you concentrated you could feel each other.

“I know this was the reason why you left us in the first place. You couldn’t bare handling my feelings and your own, Damon and you never wanted to be Vampires.”

“Oh, cut the crap. We’re over this.” You replied harsh. “The only thing you should have done would be to contact me for the past 50 years.” You turned around to see Damon standing in the door frame. “That goes for both of you.”

You took Stefan's hand and went with him over to Damon to take his hand too. "Lets get rid of that bitch and get our lives back.”

“You’re such a pain in the ass” Damon spoke.

“Shut it, you missed me.”

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This actually took me some hours, I’d really love to know what you think about the first part :)

Here is Part Two -> Here!

[themarvellouswriter]

TEAR YOU APART

DAMON SALVATORE X DARK HYBRID! FEM! READER

Summary: The reader is Niklaus Mikaelson’s full sister, an Original hybrid. Having known the older Salvatore brother in the 1920s, she finds herself erasing his memory of them together before disappearing with her siblings. Time skip to the present, she is back in Mystic Falls and eager to take back what was hers.

Genres: Smut, angst and overall darkness. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN 21 AND/OR EASILY TRIGGERED.

Words: 6.1k

Notes: This is dark and talks about killing nearly the entire group of the Mystic Falls kids. Not going to lie, you will not like this fic if you like that gang. Set in S2 near the end. Major canon divergence. Also, not beta read.

Warnings: 21+ Dub Con. Non Con. Character Death. Swearing. Blood. Gore. A mildly toxic relationship. Death mentions. Murder. Lots of torture. Maiming. Possessiveness. Blood play. Ugly, ugly jealousy. Emotional manipulation. This is bad, traumatic stuff I’m warning you in advance.  

Present Day 

Y/N smirked to herself as she walked towards the Mystic Grill. Klaus and her plan to break the Moonstone curse was going along swimmingly. They had all the ingredients for the spell. A vampire, a werewolf and a doppelgänger. They needed two of each just to be on the safer side so she’d found another, Tom Avery, Stefan’s doppelgänger. Although it would be a shame to kill such a pretty face, this was for the greater good. It was much easier to find werewolves. Vampires could always be made so that was nothing to worry about.

She walked inside and took a seat at the bar, knowing it was about time that Damon would show up for their nightly sessions. She’d allowed herself a small victory in knowing that she had compelled him to forget about her as soon as their time was up. He would remember everything all in due time but for now she would reassure herself in the feeling of tearing everyone apart. For the greater good of course. All for the greater good.

She hears his familiar footsteps as he sits down next to her after ordering his drink. She gives him a smile, aware of all the prying eyes on them. “You look lovely as always, pretty one.” He raises an eyebrow at her. “I know, sweetheart. And you’re a nutcase. And this is coming from me.” She looks at him amused. “And what makes you say that?”  “You’ve been making and killing vampires for sport all week. How the hell do you expect me to look at you like you’re not the deranged psychopathic bitch you are?” She shrugs slightly, standing up. “Never denied it. Come on now, lover. Things to be done before daybreak.” He looks at her incredulously, sipping his drink. “You’re going to let a big bad vampire be alone with you?” “I keep forgetting nobody knows that I’m an Original. It’s adorable really.” She gives him a charming smile as she compels him. “Get up and follow me outside in a few.” She quickly leaves after paying her tab because she was nice that way. She found herself on the roofs, easily jumping here and there. Getting Damon alone was harder than you’d think. Always the centre of the crowd and enjoying the people around him. That was one of the first things that had drawn her to him in the first place.

Chicago, 1922

Leaving her siblings and their new friend Stefan Salvatore in a separate corner of their speakeasy, Y/N made her way to the dark, curly haired man sitting at the bar and flirting with the women flocking around him. He was extremely good looking, she’d give him that and the way he held everyone’s attention was fascinating.

She walked up to him, dismissing the other patrons with a wave of her hand and giving him a charming smile. “Y/N Mikaelson.” “Damon Salvatore.” He gave her a quick once over, noting that she was one of the three people who were drinking with his brother. Her eyes sparkle in delight. “I’m assuming that the handsome Ripper there is your brother?” He rolls his eyes. “It’s pretty obvious that I’m hotter one. And saner too, vampire. Not that its any of your business since you’re one of the people corrupting him.” She lets out a soft laugh. “You love the corruption otherwise you’d have done something about it by now.” She leaned in close to him, brushing her thumb over his sharp cheekbones and looking into his eyes. “Such a pretty thing. So fragile too.” She grins, moving away. “It’s late, isn’t it? Walk me back to my house please. It is quite unladylike to be wandering about the city alone.” He blinks, slightly taken aback by her behaviour, not used to being left speechless with such sudden change in one’s actions. “Right. I’m sure a vampire like you can take of yourself.” Her grin widens. “Of course. But I insist.” He finds himself getting to his feet and holding out an arm for her. The second she pressed herself into his side, letting him escort her back to the Mikaelsons’ residence, he felt a sudden surge of warmth and protectiveness as he looked at her. She was different and something told him that time with her would be unforgettable. Unusual but he didn’t feel like he minded. She stopped outside the door pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek and promising that she would be seeing him again soon as she left him standing outside looking vaguely unsure about what had happened.

Present Day

Y/N turned around and grinned at Damon’s face as he approached her, his guard up. “You should remember everything now, lover.” She says once she’s sure that they’re alone. His eyes glaze over before zeroing in on her. She nearly tackled him, throwing herself into his arms. “I don’t like her touching you.” He buries his nose in her hair, sighing softly. “Me neither, Y/N. I still don’t understand why you’re doing this.” She looks at him sceptically. “I told you. I need to break the curse so I can take control of my full power.” He sighs again. “You’re perfect for me, I don’t want any of this. We could go run away together and never look back.” She shakes her head, growing irritated. “We’ve had this conversation before. I’m not in the mood to do it again. It’s for the greater good.” He rolls his eyes. “You and your greater good. I want you, not your wild agendas.” She hits his shoulder lightly. “You get all of me.” “I am painfully aware Y/N. This needs to be over fast.” “It will be done in a few weeks. I promise.” “And then I want you to tell me why you ran from me in Chicago and why you compelled me to forget you.” “All in due time lover. I sense that you’re being missed by the little Gilberts. You should leave now that they need their little baby sitter.” “When will I see you you again?” “When I break the curse of course. I won’t let you or Stefan be sacrificed. You’re too good for this world.” “I disagree. I’m a big, bad vampire who eats puppies for breakfast.” She snorts, cupping his face to kiss him deeply. “Cute. You’re mine. And I’m going to make sure everyone, including you, knows it. Now go and forget who I am to you.” She promises, her voice laced with bitterness as she puts the compulsion back in place. She gives him one last, slightly forced smile before disappearing into the night, leaving him alone wondering what he was doing there before heading back to the Salvatore Boarding House.

She finds him alone a few days later, cornering him in the woods as he fed from a poor soul. She smirked coldly as she saw him drop the half dead, withering human to the ground, blood dripping from his mouth. “You always did look better with blood over you.” “Honestly Y/N it’s like you’re following me around.” Her mood sours at his words. “You’ve been kissing and declaring your love for the doppelgänger. I don’t like it so that’s why I’m keeping a close eye on you.” He doesn’t bat an eye. “I do love her. Elena is a beautiful soul once you get to know her.” She clenches her jaw, wrapping her fingers around his neck and slamming him into a tree. “You don’t. Because the only one you’re allowed to love is me.” He raises an eyebrow, not fighting back. “I love you too but with Elena it’s different. I’m never going to get her.” “That’s right. It’s different because you need to stay away from her. If I see you even look at her like you do all tenderly, you’re not going to like what I do to you.” “Ooh, kinky.” He manages to say. Her grip on his throat tightens as he tries to push her off of him in vain. She growls. “Stay the fuck away from her. You’re mine. Do I need to show you?” He feels his vision blur, if she went on like this she was going to end up killing him temporarily. “It has been decades since you showed me, hasn’t it?” She partially shifts, her fangs out as she glares at him, letting go of her grip on his neck and ripping off the front of his black shirt and shredding his jacket. “Fuck you, Damon Salvatore.” She snarls tossing the torn clothes aside and digging her fingers into his collarbones dragging them down to the waistband of his jeans, leaving thin trails of blood in their wake. He barely manages to control a soft moan at her actions. He enjoyed being used even though he would never admit it out loud but somehow she knew. She always knew what he wanted and what he didn’t and this was one of those times. “Y/N.” He whispered quietly. “Shut the hell up Salvatore.” She snapped back, getting on her knees and pulling down his jeans. “You need a reminder. You belong to me and I am not going take you pining over that daft bimbo of a doppelgänger like some sort of silent watcher.”

She traces a path up his thighs, marking his pale skin with her fangs, knowing they’d take a bit longer to heal because of her werewolf side. If he wanted to go out and flirt and kiss others in front of her, well she was going to make him regret everything. “I own you and you don’t have a say in anything I do to you.” Minus their safe-words of course. “Yes you do. And I love it when you get all demanding when I get around.” Her grip on his thigh tightens almost painfully, bruising his skin. “Did I or did I not tell you to shut up?” She hisses. “You might have mentioned it.” He says shrugging, trying not to get affected by the image of her kneeling in front of him, the moonlight hitting just right and making her glow in the darkness. Perfect features, sharp eyes, fangs dripping his blood and blood smeared fingers now wrapped around his length. “Are you going to shut up or do I need to remind you what happens when you don’t obey?” She hisses, slowly moving her hand up and down his hardening member and drawing out a long moan from him as he muttered profanities under his breath. “I’m sorry.” His voice came out rougher than he expected and her mouth twisted into a tight smile. “Beg. You know the drill don’t you, lover?” Her voice was sweet like she wouldn’t leave him all riled up and bleeding with no way to let out his tension. He nods, pulling her up to her feet and guiding her free hand to wrap around his neck and wrapping his arm around her waist his free hand sliding up her thigh. “I’m sorry that I did it. Nobody can ever replace you. You own me and I would do anything for you.” He looks at her in the eyes, meaning every word. She doesn’t say anything, silencing him with a sloppy kiss and licking the blood away from his mouth. She increased the pace of her ministrations bringing him closer and closer to the edge, the barely breathing human lying forgotten next to them. He moaned against her skin, her name falling like prayer from his lips as he finally came undone in her hand, chest heaving with the exertion and face flushed as he looked her.

She kissed him once again before stepping away. “Finish the blood bag will you. I don’t like moving food.” She says nonchalantly, licking her fingers. He stares at her, half indignant as he comes down from his high. “You’re seriously not going to let me fuck you?” She tuts disapprovingly. “After the ritual. And you still have to make up to me for messing around with the doppelgänger.” He sighs, pulling up the trembling body and ripping the head clean off and throwing it at her feet before licking off the blood dripping down the neck. She gives him a placating smile. “You would’ve had you not declared your undying love for her. And here we are. I will see you in three days under the full moon.” She says flatly, ignoring the hurt in his expression as she walked away, the compulsion falling back into place as she disappears from sight. He looks down at the body horrified and then at his shredded clothes and then the blood still pouring from the thin lines over his chest, unable to wrap his head around the fact that he’d somehow become a ripper and then forgotten all about it. He shakily made his way back to the Salvatore Boarding House in the early hours of the morning after burying the body. He was still shaking as he curled up in his bed, ignoring Stefan and Elena who were talking in hushed whispers about his odd behaviour. He was missing hours from his memory and he had no clue how it was possible, he’d made sure to stay away from all Originals but somehow it was affecting him and his sanity. His thoughts plagued him as he slowly drifted off into a restless sleep.

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The witch, Greta Martin, had started doing the spell. The two vampires, a freshly turned Jenna and Katherine, the two werewolves, Jules and Tyler, and the two doppelgängers, Elena and Tom. Y/N resisted the urge to laugh. They’d thought they needed one of each but they didn’t know that two curses were going to be broken tonight. Bonnie Bennett and the younger Gilbert, Jeremy or whatever his name was, along with a few measly humans, Matt and something or the other, and Caroline were working on a way to save everyone. But there was no saving anyone when the Mikaelsons had decided they were going to die.

Stefan Salvatore was such a noble soul, bless his little heart, wanting to replace Jenna with himself. Y/N and Niklaus exchanged amused smiles before compelling him to watch the ritual and see them shift into their wolf forms. They had just removed the hearts of the wolves and staked the vampires when a slightly pale faced Damon appeared, trying to call off the ritual. Feeling a sudden surge of anger at the hold the annoying doppelgänger had on the brothers, Y/N pulled her towards herself and sank her teeth into her neck, draining her of all her blood as the Salvatores watched her in a mix of rage and horror as she dropped her body to the ground, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and looking at them pointedly. Niklaus had killed Tom and was waiting for the rest of the spell to finish when Bonnie stepped in from the trees and Damon used her appearance to his advantage to snap the witch’s neck, ending the spell. The Mikaelsons let out a scream of barely controlled fury and pain as Bonnie used her magic to fling them both against the trees. The older Salvatore didn’t even look twice at Y/N, cradling Elena’s limp body as she stirred, Bonnie’s spell having resurrected her.

Y/N felt smug satisfaction as Bonnie’s strength waned after holding two Originals in place and performing an extremely powerful spell to swap lives. Ripping free from her spell she slowly got to her feet, resisting the urge to shift and run around like Niklaus had done. Now was her chance to make them suffer. And suffer they would. She marched up to a surprised Bonnie, pulling her heart out as she fell to the ground, immediately dead. She gave Stefan an icy glare before yanking Damon away from Elena who was staring up at him wide eyed and slack jawed. “God. How I hate your pathetic family. Your line has brought nothing but bad news for my brothers, always fighting over Tatia or Katerina and now your stupid ass.” She spits out before turning to face Damon. “You absolute dumbass, so many warnings I have to give to stay away from her and yet you follow her around like a puppy.” She grips his face, making him look into her eyes. “Stay and watch and I want to hear you scream while I show you what I do to people who I hate.” Her gaze flicks over to Stefan. “You too Stefan, my sister doesn’t take kindly to cheaters.”

Damon stands, unable to move as he watches Y/N practically lose it. “Stop all your crazy, woman. You lost.” She lets out a cold laugh, caressing his face and making him look at Elena’s terrified face. “You know I never lose, lover. You’ve seen me kill way too many people.” She murmurs in his ear, making sure everyone could hear her. She pulls Elena up to her feet, defiant till the last minute. “Go to hell, Y/N.” “Been there done that sweetheart, where do you think I came from?” She practically purrs, slowly almost lovingly, biting her neck again. “You’re so lucky we need your blood. I know so many ways to get all of it.” She says against her skin as the Salvatores watch her, revolted. She maintains eye contact with Damon as she drags the kicking and screaming doppelgänger to the altar and shoving her down on the ground, hearing a satisfying crack as her spine shattered at the force. Y/N looked at Damon, eyebrow raised. “She’s paralysed now. Still want this fragile, useless creature? Pathetic.” She crushes her left knee under her heel as Elena screams loudly. She looks at her irritated, compelling her to stay quiet. “Shut up. I want to hear my love scream as I break you. You’re not going to die yet. But you’ll wish you were dead I assure you.” She promises. She kicks her arms above her head as she breaks her shoulders. Damon feels tears come to his eyes as watches the scene unfold before him. The woman he loved get tortured by a deranged Mikaelson. Y/N looks at him inwardly delighted. “Crying so soon D? I haven’t even started yet. The human body has 206 bones. I’ve only broken about eight so far.” She says thoughtfully turning her attention back to Elena’s trembling form. “Stop. Please. I can’t watch anymore.” She pretends to think for a moment, playing with her fingers. “Hmm. I don’t think so.” She harshly breaks them, twisting them in odd angles as tears stream down the doppelgänger’s face.

Damon looks away before turning to glare at her, eyes blazing. “I’m going to kill you myself.” “Good luck sweetheart.” She says unbothered, breaking her elbow and bending it at an awkward angle. “Now all you have to do is wait for a few hours.” She says thoughtfully, pulling out her phone to text another witch to come and drain Elena of her blood in front of Damon. She stretches, pulling off her jacket and tossing it at him before turning to Stefan. “Sleep. You can wake up when I turn back.” Stefan falls to the ground, unmoving and limp. Damon seethes in his place, trying to force himself to break out of the compulsion and tear Y/N apart with his bare hands. Unfortunately, the affects of the werewolf bite were starting to get to him and with the pain, emotional trauma of watching Elena get tortured in front of him was too much. Y/N stripped down to nothing, walking over to him and running her hands down his chest as he let out a low, guttural growl at her actions, trying to back away. She laughs, blood dripping down her chin and running down her chest, distracting him from his previous thoughts. This was not supposed to be attractive! He was supposed to despise her and kill her for hurting the people he cared about, albeit grudging care. She noticed his gaze and smirked, slightly shaking her head. “Even compelled...” He tears his eyes from her body, turning the full force of his glare towards her. “I hate you.” He says bitterly. “No, you don’t, lover. As punishment for your idiocy, you have to watch her die in excruciating pain.” She says sweetly, as if offering him a treat. She ruffles his hair affectionately. “I am just anticipating the angry sex after this. Beautiful.” She takes a few steps away, falling to her hands and knees as the change begins. And then nothing as she tears off into the darkness leaving Damon to watch Elena slowly die as the new witch came to drain her, Stefan lying near him, unmoving.

He was shaking, livid and in so much pain. As much as he wanted to stop watching Elena slowly die in front of him, he couldn’t tear his eyes away, feeling his heart shatter as he started to hallucinate because of the bite, feeling his fangs come out against his will. The Sun had risen, Elena’s breathing laboured and her mouth forming words, reassurances but not a sound coming out. It would be so easy to just flip the switch. Not feel anything ever again. He tightly shut his eyes, trying to block everything out when he felt a warm palm pressed against his back. Y/N. He was so ready to kill her or die trying. She was standing beside him, chin resting against his shoulder as she watched Elena slowly ebb away. It was a downright miracle that she was still alive. “I admire your tenacity doppelgänger. But unfortunately, it’s not going to help you today.” She says, ruffling Damon’s hair who flinched from her touch.  “See, pretty one? This is what happens when you disobey.” She murmurs, cutting open her wrist and holding it to his mouth, forcing him to drink her blood, healing him. She hadn’t bothered getting dressed, kneeling beside Elena and feeding her some of her blood to prolong her life, feeling his angry gaze on her back as she snapped all the broken bones in place. She turned around to give him a soft smile. “Come on now, lover. Don’t you want to see what she feels like? Like you’ve been aching for her touch?”

He takes reluctant steps towards them, looking pleadingly at Elena who swayed on her feet. “Don’t move now doppelgänger. I’m not done yet.” Y/N’s voice comes out sharp and demanding as she compels her. “See, I’ve known the Salvatores since the 20s and the things we got up to would make your toes curl. And since they met you and your little Team Save Elena, they’ve grown soft and it’s revolting to see such uselessness from two of the most feared killers in history.” She continues, ignoring both of them as she examined her nails in the early morning light.  

“You know nothing about me.” Damon hisses, finally snapping having had enough of the Mikaelsons and their mind games. “Oh, but I do, lover. I know you want adventure, that’s why you’re still here in front of me. You like to rebel. You want mystery, passion, romance and a lot of danger.” She smiles easily, brushing away the blood from his lips. “If I thought you were a weakling, I would have let you die a hundred years ago.”

Chicago, 1922

Y/N and Damon were dancing together in the speakeasy, having grown close over the past few months. They twirled around in the room, unable to take their eyes off of each other. Rebekah, Niklaus and Stefan were drinking blood together in a hidden booth. Damon smiled affectionately at her. “You’re really something Y/N and you fascinate me like nobody else.” She laughs, giving him a cheeky kiss. “Do you think so, lover? I’ve been around a long time and you’re still so young.” He grins, shaking his head. “I don’t think you can say that after the little Ripper fest we enjoyed in the church last night. And you looked so pretty covered in blood and screaming my name as I fucked you in the confessional.” He murmurs against her skin, hands firmly resting on her hips, holding her tightly against him. “That was nice. The thing you did with the pastor after taking me on the altar was lovely. I was quite into that.” She agrees, letting out a dreamy sigh. “Sadly the cover-ups are a bit annoying.” He hums in response but before he can say anything the speakeasy erupts into fearful screams. Y/N watches the human and vampire patrons get staked around her, afraid for the first time in a long time. She pulls Damon to the floor beside her as panicked people try to escape, huddling together against the wall. When he meets her eyes, he sees barely controlled fear which surprises him greatly. “Y/N. Do you know the hunters?” “The hunter is an Original vampire. And my father.” She says quietly as bodies fall around them, the screams reaching a fever pitch. “You need to run. Be safe. I’ll find you I promise.” She murmurs, tightening her grip on him. “No. I’m not leaving you. I love you Y/N. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” He cups her face before kissing her gently. She gives him a forced grin, “I know. I love you too. And I need you safe.” She looks into his eyes, her heart breaking as she compels him to forget her till she says he can remember her again. She presses a soft kiss to his forehead, standing up and escaping the building with her siblings. She’s the last one out, watching Damon from the shadows. She smiles to herself as he pulls out a wayward stake from his shoulder as he runs out, unknowingly in her direction. Knowing the stakes were poisoned with werewolf venom, she pulled him into the dark alcove she was hiding in and pressed her bleeding wrist to his mouth wordlessly, making sure he couldn’t see her face. “Run far away, pretty one. Stay safe till I find you again.” She whispers before disappearing into the night with her siblings.

Present Day

Elena stares at Y/N, terrified about what was she was going to do. As if reading her mind, a cold, cruel smile graced her features. “I’m not going to do anything to you doppelgänger. This one, the one you’ve been playing with all year, is going to be tearing you apart.” Her eyes widen in shock as she tries to speak. Damon vehemently shakes his head, “I’m not going to do ANYTHING you say.” She tuts. “You don’t have a choice, lover. Now, tell me what you like about her, wrong answer and our dear Elena loses an organ.” He grits his teeth trying to force the words back. “Her kindness and the love she has for everyone.” “Wrong. I think we should start with the kidneys. Take the left one out please.” He watches in horror as his hand rises of its own accord, sinking into her body and pulling out a bloody kidney. Elena doubles over at the loss before Y/N compels her to stand properly and not move at all. “Next. Continue.” “The way she thinks everyone can be saved.” “Wrong again. The small intestine should do nicely. Pull it out.” Dread had properly set in as he shut his eyes, pulling out the organ and dropping the long, snake like thing on the grass. “Hmm… I’m not enjoying this as much as I should.” She muses before brightening up. “You can scream now Elena, I don’t mind.” Looking just the faintest bit relieved, she lets out an ear piercing scream as her body begins to shut down to deal with the intense blood and organ loss. Damon lets out a barely audible whimper at the sound, hating Y/N more than he thought possible.

It goes on for what feels like hours as she makes him pull out all her organs one by one till the ground is just a pile of different bloody body parts and bones. Her heart lies on top of the pile, right above her crumpled form. Damon is shaking, body racked with pained sobs as he looks at the sight in front of him. Y/N presses herself against his back, playing with his belt loops and palming him gently through his jeans. “See, lover? Can you blame a girl for doing this to get her man to stay loyal to her?” “I am not your man. I will never be yours.” He says bitterly, rage fuelling him as numbness sets in. “I’d like you to remember everything that happened in the twenties. It is now time.” She says calmly, looking into his eyes.

He feels a sudden flood of memories come to him from a century ago, he drops to his knees overwhelmed by the intensity. He realises that whatever he had felt for Elena was nothing as compared to what he felt for Y/N. She was everything to him, his everything. If he had her, he didn’t need anything else. She was perfection personified and he loved her like nobody else. But the amount of emotional trauma she had inflicted on him was not going to be brushed off so easily. It was a weird dynamic they had but it worked well for them.

He gets to his feet, thoughts organized for what felt like the first time in forever and glared at her. She merely smiled in response. “You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you, lover?” He snarls throwing her against a tree, ignoring the bodies around them, hearing a satisfying grinding sound as the tree cracked under her weight. She let out a soft groan, her back getting scratched up and her nose starting to drip blood. She gives him a feral smile, wiping the blood off. “There he is. Are you going to fuck me now for giving you so much crap? For playing with your emotions and making you cry over some stupid chick you don’t care about?” She says, taunting him with her words. He takes the bait, pining her against the tree, holding her wrists above her head and forcing apart her legs with his knee. “Do not fuck with me like this again or I will leave you.” He threatens. Feeling incredibly turned on, she nods. “I’m not letting you go ever again. You’re mine.” “And you have to stop strutting around naked all the time, it is incredibly distracting.” He murmurs, biting her neck and drinking her blood. “I was making a point.” She manages to say in between soft moans as he rubs his free hand right where she needed him. “Point made. None of that anymore or I’m going to tie you up and leave you in the basement alone and begging for me.” She nods vigorously. “Yes, yes of course. Now just stop talking and fuck me properly.” “You’re so lucky that I’ve missed holding you that I’m not going to take my time like I usually do. Later today, you’re going to show me what you’ve been doing all this time without me.” He says pulling off his clothes and throwing them away haphazardly. “Of course I will.” She promises, tugging him towards her and curling her fingers in his hair as she kisses him roughly. “Good girl.” He whispers appreciatively, digging his fingers into her hips, hoisting her up higher against the tree and pushing his entire length into her in one go. He doesn’t give her time to adjust before he ruthlessly begins to thrust into her, silencing her moans by kissing her again. She feels heady with desire, enjoying the feeling of him all around her after literal decades of waiting. “You feel so good, lover.” She murmurs against his skin. “Next time in the Fell’s church for old time’s sake?” “Maybe I’ll gag you then. You’ve started talking too much.” He muses, letting out a breathy moan of her name as she clenches her walls around him, close to the edge. “Then you won’t be able to hear me call your name as I climax, would you?” “I’d still be making you scream when I cut you up with those daggers of yours dipped in wolfsbane.” “I missed you and your sadism.” She gasps out after a particularly hard thrust, the bark tearing her back and waves of pain mixing with the pleasure he was providing her. And he felt so good as he pounded into her, leaving rapidly healing bites over her neck and chest and licking off her blood. She finally reaches her peak burying her head in the crook of his neck to stifle her broken moans. He doesn’t let up as he overstimulates her, feeling himself close to the edge. “Again. Come for me again.” He growls, gently nipping her ear lobe and kissing her jaw. She trembles in his arms not yet used to the heightened feelings that came with being a proper hybrid. She tightens her grip on his hair drawing out a pleased moan from him as he finally climaxes, her following shortly after. She slumps weakly in his arms as they exchange lazy kisses, recovering from their highs. She rests her head against his shoulder as her back heals itself.

Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N spots Caroline, Matt, Jeremy and Alaric staring at the bloody scene in front of them in a mix of fear, shock, repulsion and horror. She smirks, unlatching herself from Damon and speaking up for everyone to hear. “Well Damon, I think it’s time we send the rest where the others are?” He gives her a feral grin as he pulls on his underwear and runs a bloodstained hand through his hair. “For the greater good.” He agrees.

With that the duo launches themselves at the four taking them by surprise, tearing into them and killing them with relative ease. Y/N lets out an appreciative hum wiping the blood from her chin and kisses him again. “I enjoy it when we feed together. It’s a nice bonding activity.” “I enjoy our Ripper phases. Can’t believe I thought humans were worth keeping safe.” She gives him a smug smile. “Exactly my point. Now, back to the Mansion where you’re going to show me how much you love me and what all you’re willing to do for the greater good.” He laughs, picking her up bridal style before his gaze drifts to his brother. “Aren’t you going to wake Stef up?” “Yes, that. Rebekah should be here soon, she can take care of him.” She looks in the direction of the younger Salvatore. “Wake up and go to the Boarding House, Stefan dear.” She throws an arm around Damon’s neck before kissing him again. “The things we do for love.” “For love and for the greater good.” He gives her a soft smile, reserved only for her on rare occasions before kissing her softly. They quickly made their way to the Mansion where they spent the rest of the day in the throes of passion, marking each other as their one and only.

And what exactly what this greater good? Y/N’s happiness of course, no matter who came in the way or who got hurt in the process, her happiness was the most important.

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Our Little Secret (Part 4)

Fandom: TVD / The Originals

Series: Our Little Secret

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 //

Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11 // Part 12 // Part 13 // Part 14 // Part 15 (Final)

Pairing: Klaus x Reader

Warning/s: none

Word Count: 2,552

Summary: It’s the Mikaelson family ball and Y/N just wants to have a magical evening with Klaus, but nothing is ever as it seems in Mystic Falls.

Tags: @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce​ // @april-14-blog​ // @akshi8278​

It was a dance, it was just a dance, so why were you feeling so self-conscious?

Klaus had figured that it would be the best way to keep you safe, now that his family already knew about you going out in public together, and meeting his mother, seemed like the best way to ensure no blood would be spilled. 

You’d noticed a change in Klaus recently, spending more time with his mother and family had given him a more optimistic approach to the future, and you were happy to see that this future he envisioned contained you.

He’d left you a dress, a gorgeous off the shoulder saphire ball gown, the price of which you didn’t even want to think about as you stroked the fabric on its hanger. Perfect fit, not that you were surprised, Klaus had always had an eye for that sort of thing. 

Glancing back at that dress as you did your hair and make up, you started to feel optimistic too, maybe things were finally starting to look up In Mystic Falls, maybe...

Elena wasn’t happy that you were going with Klaus, but she’d been too preoccupied with something else to put up much of an argument, which wasn’t like her. There was definitely something else going on, but her and the Salvatores were keeping you in the dark. You’d never exactly been in their inner circle as such, but you knew they were keeping even more from you now that you were with Klaus, you just hoped everything was okay.

The house was swarming with elegantly dressed people as you arrived, Klaus waiting outside for you, arm out to take. His face lit up when he saw you, taking in the dress like he’d never seen it before, even though he’s the one who bought it. 

All your fears about tonight melted away when you saw his smile, all that you wanted to focus on tonight was the two of you.

“Hello, love,” Klaus greeted you with a kiss on the cheek, “you look perfect,” you blushed, smoothing down the skirt of the dress as he smirked. Dresses weren’t usually your thing, especially something as fancy as the one you had on now.

“Thanks,” you replied, straightening out his tie a little before heading into the main room. You couldn’t help but look around in awe, the Mikaelson household was... impressive to say the least, it took your breath away. The columns, the marble, the chandelier... They certainly had refined taste, you guessed after a thousand years anyone would. 

Klaus twirled you slightly as he led you onto the main floor, where some couples were already enjoying a moderately slow dance, it looked like a fairytale. It felt like one too as Klaus put a hand on your waist, leading you into a dance. 

You couldn’t help but smile, looking up at Klaus as he looked at you in wonder, he was mesmerised by you. “I’m glad we get to do this,” you told him. Your friends and sister hadn’t arrived yet, so you were glad for some uninterupted moments with Klaus, and you relaxed into the magic of it all.

“There’s no one else I’d rather be here with,” he told you honestly, spinning you in time with the music and pulling back into him closer than before, faces inches apart as he dipped you gently. This was all that you’d wanted, to be out with Klaus in public, everything else a million miles away, you could almost forget about anything else that had happened, and for a second you allowed yourself to feel normal. You were just a girl, and he was a boy, and you were enjoying a dance.

That fantasy didn’t last long though, as you spotted Damon, Stefan, and Elena entering as Klaus leaned in for a kiss. He stopped when he noticed your expression harden a little, turning to see them enter. Elena’s eyes went straight to the two of you, flanked by the Salvatore’s like they were her bodyguards.

She looks amazing, she always did, and with the Salvatores looking like that, it looked like some kind of cat walk as they swept across the floor and into the hall. You and Klaus paused your dance as the music began to change. 

“Everything alright love?” Klaus asked you with a nod in the direction of your sister. You wanted to say yes but honestly you weren’t sure, they couldn’t be planning anything for tonight could they? Besides, what was there to plan, everyone was on peaceful terms now, weren’t they?

“I hope so,” you said honestly, not being able to give him a proper answer as you saw the rest of his siblings fill into the hall. Most of the guests had arrived now, Klaus would be going to help make a toast with his family soon, and then you’d be formally meeting them as his girlfriend.

You felt extra nervous, you’d probably have felt the usual level of nervous meeting your boyfriend’s family if he was a regular human, but Klaus was a thousand year old Original vampire, whose siblings were just as old and whose mother was a seriously powerful witch. No big deal right? 

“They’ll love you,” he tried to reassure you, sensing the dread that was creeping in. He seemed so sure, so happy now, you wished you were as confident as him about this whole situation, but you still had this feeling, something you couldn’t shake. 

But you tried, putting on another smile as you squeezed his hand, “well as long as you do, that’s all that matters,” you told him as Elijah called everyone to attention, standing in the middle of the spiral staircase, glass in hand for a toast.

Klaus winked at you, kissing you on the cheek quickly as he made his way to where his siblings were taking their places. You gravitated a little towards Elena, not wanting to stick out too much in the crowd as the Mikaelson’s began to look around at the guests.

You had a sinking feeling that some were sizing up their next meals, but you tried to shake that feeling, you eyes shooting to the new figure that appeared next to the siblings. She was older, more mature looking and dressed like she knew just how powerful she was. Her very stance seemed to command respect as she listened to Elijah make his toast.

Esther, their mother, you realised as you watched her, only half listening to what Elijah was saying, noting the way her eyes skimmed the crowd, looking between you and Elena curiously as she did. 

Elijah wrapped up and everyone toasted, the Mikaelson’s all making their way down on the main floor to mingle. Klaus made a beeline straight for you, looking proud as his mother headed in the same direction.

You and Elena shared a look, and you could tell she was concerned about you, but she gave you a small supportive nod, one which you returned as you took a breath and met Klaus half way.

“Mother, this is Y/N, Y/N, this is my mother,” Klaus introduced the two of you, unable to contain a happiness you’d rarely, if ever, seen on him so openly. Esther offered you her hand to shake, her smile more tight and contained as she surveyed you carefully.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you told her as Klaus put an arm around your back.

She nodded, “the pleasure’s all mine, it’s good to finally meet the person whose made my Niklaus so happy, thank you.” Klaus looked a little embarrassed but your heart couldn’t help but swell.

“Well he makes me happy too,” you told her, not sure why you’d felt so nervous about meeting her. It’s not like you needed anyone else’s approval to be with Klaus, that much had been clear already, but you had to admit, it felt very good to be accepted by Klaus’ mother.

Klaus clearly looked like he felt the same way as he looked between you and his mother. That’s what was different, you realised, Klaus looked younger almost now, not so much weathered by the years now, like his mother being here had lifted a weight from his shoulders. 

“I would love to stay and chat, but I think I best do some rounds first,” Esther excused her self, looking back at you for a second with an expression you couldn’t quite read before she headed off. You didn’t have a chance to think about what that meant before Klaus practically swept you off your feet.

“Another dance?” He offered you a hand very dramatically, dipping into it as he grinned at you, practically bowing.

“Don’t mind if I do,” you giggled, curtseying as best you could as accepting his hand, letting him bring you back onto the dance floor. 

You lost track of Esther quickly, as Elena, but you didn’t give it as much thought as you should have done, too caught up in the moment with Klaus, your worry pushed away. Later, you’d wished you had given it more thought, realised that the evening had been so perfect that it must have been too good too be true. 

But soon you were laughing and dancing with Klaus, so caught up in your own temporary happiness as you shared a champagne toast with all the other guests and enjoying the delicious food being served. 

Before you knew it, Klaus was walking you home, both of you happy and content with your amazing night, his jacket over your shoulders as you talked and laughed. It was dark, but you could see the stars as you walked. Elena was already home when you arrived on your front steps, the light shining from the living room and her bedroom.

Your hand was still in Klaus’ when you paused at the door. “Tonight was perfect,” Klaus said, wrapping his arms lazily around you as he drew you in for a goodbye kiss. You were a little lightheaded when he eventually pulled away, or maybe it was the champagne, but whatever it was it had left a warm and pleasant feeling all over you.

“Yeah it was,” you replied, resting your forehead against Klaus’. “Goodnight Klaus.”

“Goodnight Y/N,” Klaus said finally, accepting his jacket back from you as he gave you another quick kiss, neither of you wanting this night to end but knowing that it had to. 

You didn’t go inside straight away as Klaus headed down your steps, looking back at you multiple times before he disappeared from sight. Only then did you sigh, taking a breath before straightening up. Tonight had been a dream, but you knew it was about time to face reality.

Elena and the Salvatores had mercifully left you both alone most of the night, besides the occasional small talk, or back talk where Damon was concerned, so you didn’t know quite what to expect when you headed in. But it was time to face the music.

You unlocked the door and headed inside, not finding Elena in the living room or kitchen as you made yourself a glass of water, finally slipping off your heels and wandering up the stairs, a small smile still on your face as you made your way to your room.

Elena was clearly in hers, her door open a crack to reveal other figures too, Damon and Stefan no doubt, you thought as you opened your door, pausing as you caught your name being mentioned. 

“Y/N will never forgive me,” you heard Elena saying, conflict clear in her voice as Damon scoffed. 

“It’s for her own good, and for the good of everyone else,” he replied, “he’s a monster, and none of them are innocent, she’ll realise that eventually.” Were they talking about Klaus, the Mikaelsons?

“Damon’s right Elena,” Stefan agreed, “we’re better off without them.” You swallowed hard, not even daring to breath as you kept listening, hand frozen on your door handle. Without them?...

“Esther’s giving us a free pass, a way to kill the Originals once and for all, and I say we take it, you’ve already done the first step,” Damon said as your face turned to one of shock and horror. 

They were going to kill the Mikaelson’s, kill Klaus, and Esther was helping them... That’s where they both disappeared off you, you realised, kicking yourself for letting your guard down, not registering what was happening right in front of you.

Damon saw you then out of the crack in the door, face falling as you turned quickly, dropping both your shoes and glass of water. It clattered to the floor as you tried to make your way down the stairs, but Damon was much quicker than you, blocking your path.

Stefan and Elena made their way out of the room then too, and Elena at least had the good sense to seem guilty as she stared at you.

“Well this won’t do,” Damon said, standing firm as you tried to push past him.

“I won’t let you do this,” you told them. Why couldn’t they see that Klaus wasn’t the demon they all thought he was? The Mikaelson’s were making a home for themselves here, they didn’t want anymore trouble... 

“There’s nothing you can do about it,” Damon informed you as Elena cast him a warning look, “what? We can’t let her tell Klaus.”

Elena was at a loss for words so Stefan spoke up. “Damon’s right, she’ll warn him the first chance she gets, we need to do something with her.”

“I’m standing right here,” you interjected angrily, “and you are not going to do anything to me. Elena-” you pleaded to your sister as she shared a look with Damon, having a silent conversation you couldn’t follow before they both looked back to you.

“I’m sorry Y/N, but it’ll all be okay, you’ll see, this will only be temporary I swear-” she tried to explain but you were hardly following.

“Elena what the hell are you talking about?” You demanded, your stomach dropped as strong hands grabbed you. Stefan looked sorry, but Damon was clear in his objective as he whisked you away from your sister, your house.

Before you knew it you were in a dark room, whirling around to find Damon shutting a large door. You were back at the Salvatore house, you were in the damn dungeons.

“Damon!” You yelled, slamming into the door as it shut, locking you in. “Damon!” You tried again but he shook his head.

“Sorry Y/N, but it’s for your own good,” he told you through the bars as you slapped and pushed at the wood, unable to do anything. 

“You can’t leave me down here!” You cried out as he turned to walk away.

“It won’t be for long,” he promised, but it was a cold comfort for the one stuck in a cell.

You screamed in frustration, not saying anything in particular as Damon left, leaving you all alone, with no way to warn Klaus... They had a way to kill him, and you were stuck here, unable to do anything. 

Sobbing you fell back against the door, slipping to the floor and curling your knees up to your chest. 

What the hell were you going to do now?

[imaginefan]

Never Noticed

Elijah Mikaelson X Reader

Word Count: 2127

Requested: Anon  

Request: You like Elijah but you don’t notice until people, the Mikaelson’s tell you but you think they’re wrong until one night you almost lose him and you realize your heart stopped like different kind of fear than it would of been for a friendship then you end up admitting to yourself they were right . One shot with originals and she is human.

You had been friends with the Mikaelson's since they appeared in Mystic Falls, you were from a family of hunters but you kept yourself away from the supernaturals of Mystic Falls unless they intended to hurt someone innocent, that was how you found out the Caroline was a vampire, you were at the carnival when she attacked someone and you managed to save the guy and hold her off until Stephan and Elena got there and took her away. They had tried to get you to help them but you refused to get mixed up in their drama, you had a way that you liked to fight and that was what you were sticking to when Elijah showed up for the first time you knew where he was but you didn't do much past that. Elijah was the one that came to find you, he knew of your family and heard that some of you were in Mystic Falls. "May I sit?" He asked as you stood in front of your table in a small cafe. "Do I know you?" You asked. "Not personally, my name is Elijah Mikaelson." He introduced himself and you nodded towards the chair allowing him to sit in front of you. "Is there something that I can do for you?" You asked. "I need your help." He explained and you looked at him and frowned. "I intend to stop my brother from breaking his werewolf curse and you seem to be one of my best options." "Why would you think that? You don't even know me." You said as you took a sip of your drink. "I know your family, I've met other members of your family and they have been some of my most reliable allies." He explained and you looked at him and smiled. "My grandfather spoke about you, the only supernatural friend that he made, he saved a lot of people supernatural and human but you were the only person that he claimed a friend." You said, "that is the only reason that I will help you." "Thank you." He smiled. "And if your involving the school kids this will only become more difficult." You said as he stood from his seat. "I have no choice Elena is the one that my brother is after." Elijah shrugged and you looked at him sighed. "Guess there's no other option." You agreed.

Now all in all your plan failed and Klaus did break his curse so you spent a good portion of your time making sure that his newly turned Hybrids didn't go around killing everyone that they crossed paths with and one day Klaus was around when you sent one of his Hybrids packing. "You're the one that helped my brother," Klaus smirked as he leant against the wall of the alleyway. "Are you here to kill me for it?" You asked and he shook his head. "Now where's the fun in that? You're not even scared." He laughed as he stepped forward. "Well many others have threatened to kill me." You shrugged. "Mmm." He hummed. "Where is your brother anyway?" You asked, "He just disappeared." "You think I have something to do with that?" He asked. "I do." You nodded "You know you have a tendency to put your siblings in a box when they disappoint you." "How do you know that?" He asked. "Well, your family history is part of mine." You explained. "My family hunt those who hurt the innocent and while they haven't been able to kill any of you, they've done well to track you through history and steer you away from too much trouble. They've even fought your father to keep him away from you." Klaus' hand latched around your throat. "Careful with your next words hunter." He warned and you took the stake from under your shirt and stabbed him in the shoulder. "Don't threaten me." You warned as you walked away.

The next time that you heard from the Mikaelsons was when they were holding a ball, you had an invite through the post and while you were going to ignore it when you saw the handwritten message on the back from Elijah you hadn't heard from him in a long time and it was clear that Klaus was finally letting him out of the box, so you went you walked into the ball expecting to keep an eye on everyone from the sidelines but Elijah must have seen you the moment that you walked in "You came." He smiled as he put out his arm for you. "I did, I mean you asked me to." You said softly. "I wasn't sure that you would come." He answered honestly. "Well I mean you disappeared off the face of the earth." You shrugged. "I at least wanted an answer for that." "My brother was to blame for my absence." He admitted and you nodded. "I thought as much, said so too, ended up with his hands around my throat." You explained and he frowned. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Of course." You answered as you walked towards the bar. "So you're the one that managed to capture my brother Elijah's attention." You looked up at a beautiful blonde. "I'm Rebekah." "Nice to meet you." You smiled.

From then on you became good friends with Rebekah and while you and Klaus never saw eye to eye, he didn't try to kill you and you didn't try to kill him. You were sitting in The Grill watching Klaus and Kol across the bar, Elijah had asked you to keep an eye on his brothers while he tried to figure out what had happened the night of the ball. You watched as Klaus left with Caroline and Damon and Alaric followed Kol out, you followed after them figuring that they were distracting Klaus with Caroline. Matt was the one who had the stake when you got out there and you easily wrestled it from him and kicked him away "Wow you guys are really desperate aren't you?" You asked as you handed the stake to Kol. "What are you doing?" Damon asked as Alaric helped Matt up. "I thought you were a hunter." "I am." You answered as you crossed your arms "I just like the Mikaelsons way better than I like you." "What is going on?" Kol asked and you looked at him. "Get Klaus and then find Elijah." You ordered, Damon looked like he was ready to stop him but you threw the state strapped to your arm at his shoulder, he caught it but that gave Kol the window he needed to get to Klaus.

For the next couple of months you talked a lot with Rebekah and occasionally run into Klaus but it seemed that Elijah was ignoring you and no one knew where he was for you to be able to ask him yourself so you distracted yourself, Rebekah said that she wanted the cure so that she could be human and you promised to help her find it and then teach her the human ways to protect herself. You promised that she would always have a friend in you no matter what she was, so you were stuck in a car with Rebekah and an emotionless Elena as you drove through the country trying to find Katherine who had taken the cure from the tomb. You found her in a cafe and you sat next to Elena while Rebekah sat down next to Kathrine. After interrogating Kathrine, you and Elena went to meet her friend, you hid but then Elijah appeared. The reason that he wasn't answering your calls was because he was running around with Katherine, you walked over to them as he grabbed Elena "Elijah nice to know that you're alive but I'm going to need  you to let go of her." You mumbled as you leant against the pillar of the canopy. "(Y/N) what are you doing here?" He asked. "Helping your sister." You answered. "I don't understand." He frowned. "You would if you picked up the phone." You muttered "but you should know that you girlfriend killed her brother and the only reason that I came after her with the other two was because she killed someone innocent." "(Y/N)-" "No it's fine I need to get back to Mystic Falls anyway." You mumbled before you left. When you got back to the cafe you saw that Stefan and Damon were there "Rebekah give me the keys to the car." "Elijah he's here." Rebekah said. "Oh I know and I'm done here. I'm sure three of you can deal with Katherine." You said as you held your hand out. "What's wrong?" Rebekah asked as she followed you out. "Your brother hasn't spoken to me in months and then I find out that this is why... I don't even know why I care but I really need to leave so please can I have the keys." You pleaded. "You care because you like him." Rebekah smiled. "Please, the keys." Rebekah sighed before handing them to you and walking back into the cafe as you made your way home.

You ignored Elijah's calls after that instead Rebekah was the one that called you "Elijah stopped answering my calls." She said. "I care why? He's done this before maybe he's just found a new brunette to keep his fancy." You asked. "I know you're angry but he could be in trouble. The last time that he talked to me he was with Nik." Rebekah explained. "You lucky I know how dangerous your other brother is." You grumbled as you got out of bed "pick me up in half an hour." Upon arriving at New Orleans it was clear that Klaus had done something and while he and Rebekah argued you looked around the house."He's not here Bex!" "You brought Elijah's newest love interest." Klaus smirked. "Where is he Klaus?" You asked, he just shrugged. "Alright so the lat time this happened he had a dagger in his chest and I assume you've done the same this time, the question is where are you storing him because he's not here." "Smart girl." Klaus complimented. "We'll find him." Rebekah warned. "I'm sure you will sister." Klaus nodded.

After finding out that Klaus had given Elijah over to a very powerful witch and being put on the back burner, you were tasked with looking after Hayley while the others worked on getting Elijah back. It seemed that they were close to getting him back "You knew Elijah before?" Hayley asked as you sat with your feet up on the coffee table in the living room. "You could say that." You confirmed as you looked at her, she was leaning against the doorframe of the living room before she decided to sit down. "Did you guys have a fight?" She asked. "Yes, well no, I was hurt about something but I guess there was no reason for it." You answered as you picked at your fingers. "Rebekah said that you liked him." Hayley smiled. "He was trying to call you but you weren't answering." "Mmm." You hummed before closing your eyes. "What happens if we can't get him back?" She asked. You didn't realise it but you didn't like the idea of never being able to see Elijah ever again, yes you were angry but that didn't mean that you never wanted to see him again or wished him dead.

They got Elijah back after a few days and you had taken to avoiding him based on your new feelings but it wasn't long before he cornered you "It would seem that you are still angry about Katherine." He said and you looked at him. "I'm not angry about Katherine, what you do in your spare time is your business." You answered as you attempted to walk away. "I admit that I should have called but I wasn't thinking." He answered and you nodded. "That's obvious." You said more to yourself and he pulled you back to him. "And you claim that you're not angry." He smirked and you attempted to turn away from him again but guided your face back to his. "I had time to think when you stopped answering my calls and I noticed that I found myself wishing that I would see your name." "What are you saying?" You asked. "That I would really like to kiss you because given the current circumstances we don't have time for the date." Elijah said softly and you giggled softly before pressing your lips to his in a shy kiss, Elijah pushed himself forward and connected your lips in a fuller more passionate kiss that you found yourself lost in.

Requests and general question!

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Lucky [Stefan Salvatore]

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pairing - stefan salvatore x fem, human!reader

type - fluff, light smut

note / request “okay i have one, how about stefan gets super drink and is making super suggestive jokes on the reader and is flirting w her and she has to take care of him?” since stefan is a vampire i figured the side affects of being drunk would be different for him. he’s not so much like tired and can’t-walk-straight drunk, he’s more i’m-very-horny-and-annoying type of drunk lol. also i apologise if this isn’t very good. i was really excited to write this but it didn’t come together like i hoped. anyways, enjoy!

 summary - you take care of your boyfriend, stefan, when he gets drunk at a party

warnings / includes - language, mention of alcohol and anxiety, vomiting, very suggestive and flirty content, lots of kissing and making out, stefan being a cranky and cheeky little shit lol. this takes place after klaus has stefan become the rippahhh 

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When Caroline called you, you didn’t think anything of it. You just thought that she was calling to try and convince you to come to the party at The Grill for the fifth time. When she started shouting at you about Stefan was when you started to get worried. 

“What did you say, Care?” You asked. It was hard to hear her over the music in the background. 

“One second!” Caroline exclaimed. 

You waited a few moments before Caroline spoke again. There was no sound in the background this time. 

“Sorry, I had to go outside,” she apologised. “It’s alright. Um, what’d you say about Stefan?” You asked. 

“He’s drunk and he needs you to come and pick him up,” she explained. 

“Oh,” you frowned. “Well, why can’t you drive him home?” “Trust me, we’ve tried, but…. but he only wants you.”

You couldn’t stop the smile that was spreading across your face. “Oh, really?”

“Well, duh. You’re his girlfriend,” Caroline chuckled. 

“Right, right,” you nodded. You got up from your kitchen table, shutting your textbooks and putting them away. “Well, I’ll be over soon.” “Okay, thank you. Also, brace yourself for when you see him. Drunk Stefan is fun, crazy Stefan,” Caroline warned. 

You chuckled and went to put your shoes on. “I bet he’s not that bad.”

“Oh, you’ll be surprised. Anyways, I’ll see you soon,” Caroline said. 

“See ya,” you hung up the call. You set your phone dying, tying your sneakers. You grabbed your jacket and car keys, about to make your way to your car, but your mom stopped you. 

“You going to the party?” She asked. “Um, not exactly,” you started. “Stefan needs to be picked up.”

“Oh, why? Is he okay?” Your mom crossed her arms over her chest. 

“Yeah, he’s just had a little too much to drink,” you explained. 

“Hm, alright. Well, if you need any help, call me. I know how drunk, horny teenage boys can be,” she chuckled. 

“He’s not like that, Mom,” you shook your head. “I know, I know, but you never know,” she tsked. 

You gave her a small smile, “I’ll see you later.”

“Text me if you’re staying over at his place!” She reminded. 

You nodded in reply and opened the garage door, stepping out and heading to your car. You drove to The Grill, your anxiety spiking as you thought of what Caroline meant. You had known Stefan for almost three years and had been dating him for five months, but you had never seen him drunk. Sure, you’ve seen him tipsy because all Damon and he did for fun was drink, but he always kept his ground. You hoped Caroline was just overreacting. 

You parked in the parking lot of The Grill, hopping out of your car and entering the restaurant. You were met with eardrum-rupturing music and the scent of sweat and alcohol. You smiled and greeted a few friendly faces before looking for Stefan. As you walked through the ground, a hand grabbed your forearm. This caused you to jump and spin around your heel, holding up your fist in defense. 

“Whoa, calm down. It’s just me,” Jeremy chuckled. 

“Oh,” you chuckled and put your fist down, relaxing your body. “Sorry, you just never know.”

“No worries. I take it you’re here for Stefan?” Jeremy asked. “You are correct, Jer,” you nodded. 

“He’s playing pool,” he said, leading you over to the back of the room where the rest of your friends were. 

You furrowed your brows as Stefan looked pretty normal and relaxed. He actually looked like he was having fun for once. Just as you began to think Caroline was exaggerating, Stefan then drank three shots at once and jumped on top of the pool table. 

“O-Oh,” you gasped, your eyes widening in surprise. 

“Yep,” Jeremy sighed. He then went in front of you, giving you an encouraging, sarcastic smile. “Have fun!” Jeremy then fled the scene, walking over to a table of girls. 

You rolled your eyes and looked back at Stefan, sucking in a breath as you saw Damon and Caroline struggling to get him off the table. You decided that you should go up and help them. 

“Oh, thank God!” Caroline exclaimed as you walked over. 

“Hey,” you smiled at them. You looked up at Stefan, giving him a soft, caring smile. “Hey, you.”

Stefan looked down, grinning from ear-to-ear once he saw you. “Y/n! You’re here!” He jumped down from the pool table, engulfing you in a tight hug. 

You let out an ‘oof’ as you were pulled flush against him. You wrapped your arms round him nonetheless and hugged him back, burying your face into his neck. Your eyes fluttered close as you breathed in his scent. It masked the smell of the sweaty, intoxicated teens that surrounded you two. Stefan pulled away after a few moments, his eyes meeting yours.

“You look so pretty,” he muttered, his hands coming up to cup each sides of your face. 

You smiled, “Thank you. Now, c’mon, I’m here to take you home.”

His head started to shake furiously. “No, no. Let’s stay. Let’s party. Let’s have fun.” As he said the last few words, one of his hands went from your face to your waist. He gripped your side, pulling you impossibly closer. As his hand stayed cupping your cheek, his head dove down to your neck where he started to kiss the area under your ear. 

You gasped softly, your eyes fluttering close as him kissing your neck made your skin tingle. You put your hands on his chest, though, pushing him back slightly. You looked him straight in the eyes, letting him know that you didn’t come to play. 

“We can have fun at home.”

“No, we’re just gonna go to bed,” he whined. “And would that be so bad?” You chuckled. 

“Yes because you look so fuckable right now,” he growled. He hooked his fingers in your belt loops, pulling you close to him once again. Your hips met and you gasped as you felt his hard on through his jeans press just next to your core. 

“Stefan,” you protested. He looked up at you with big, green, innocent eyes. “Something wrong, sweetheart?”

Heat rose up your neck and you felt like the whole room was watching you. You definitely knew all your friends were. 

“We’re in public. We can’t do this,” you shook your head. 

“Let’s go somewhere more private then,” he muttered. 

Before you could speak, he took you in his arms and sped you out of the restaurant. Your back hit your car once you stopped.

“Sorry, did hurt you?” Stefan asked, concerned eyes looking over you. 

“Not, but-” you started, but Stefan cut you ooff by kissing you. 

You melted into him, kissing him back with the same amount of need and passion. Your hands went up to his hair, entangling your fingers in his soft locks. Meanwhile, Stefan’s hands roamed your body. His left hand went down to your ass as his right slid under your top, running the pads of his fingers across your skin. He gripped your ass as his fingers went up higher to your bra.

“U-Oh, Stefan,” you gasped in-between kisses. 

“I missed you tonight,” he mumbled against your lips. 

“I missed you, too, but you’re drunk. We can’t do this. Especially not against my car,” you sighed, pulling back from him once again. 

He frowned, “But you’re so pretty. I just want to kiss all over your beautiful body.”

You let out a breathy laugh, trying to slow your racing heart. All the sweet talk and kissing made you very flustered. “Thank you, Stefan. I appreciate it, I really do, but you’re drunk.”

“I can smell your arousal though,” he stated, his fingers coming down your bra to your legs. He ran his fingers over the front of your jeans, pressing down just ever-so-slightly. 

“A-Ah!” You squealed. Stefan gave you a satisfied smirk as he pressed down further. More wetness pooled between your legs as he was pressing down on your clit. 

“See? Now, tell me you don’t want to do anything.”

You looked him in the eyes, your pupils dilated and full of lust. It took everything in you to shake your head. Because as good as it felt to have his hands on you, you knew that having drunk sex with him was not the best idea. 

“I do, but,” you said sternly, “Not right now.”

Stefan hands fell to his side immediately. He stepped away from you, “Then what do you want to do right now?” 

“Get you home and in bed,” you stated, reaching for your keys that was in your pocket. 

“But that’s so boring! Can we at least, like, make out?” “Nope,” you shook your head. 

“When did you ever get so mean,” he pouted. You rolled your eyes with a smile, “I am not mean. I’m being responsible.” “Being responsible is boring!” He objected. “That’s not what sober Stefan would say,” you remarked, turning to open the door. 

“Yeah, sober me is boring.”

“And it’s my favourite you,” you smiled, opening the car door. Before Stefan would say anything, you shoved him inside. 

“Rough, huh?” Stefan gave you a cheeky smile. 

You gave him a long eye roll, shutting the door and walking over to the driver’s side. You stepped in and started your car, ignoring Stefan’s burning stare. 

“Why are you ignoring me?” “Because I know you’re gonna try to butter me up and convince me to have sex in this car,” you explained. 

Stefan scoffed, “Pfft, what! I would never ever do that.”

“Sure you wouldn’t, lover boy,” you retorted as you started up the car. 

Stefan set his hand on your thigh as you started driving. You didn’t move it as this was something he did every car ride whether you were driving or he was, but once he started to inch his fingers up your leg was when you knew you had to say something.  

“Stefan,” you wanted. “Yes, honey?” Stefan asked innocently, stopping his hand immediately. 

You rolled your eyes with a small smile. You could not believe the games he was playing. 

“Nothing,” you muttered, paying attention to the road as you turned into the gates of Stefan’s house.  

Stefan grinned as he knew that you would let him get away with anything. As long as it wasn’t actual sex, of course. You both knew a little teasing never hurt anybody, and you both definitely knew you liked it, too. You parked at the entrance, getting out and walking to Stefan’s side. You opened the door, holding your arm out like chivalrous men did on dates. 

“Here you are, m’lady,” you grinned. Stefan’s rolled his eyes, “Ha. Ha. Very funny.” 

“Oh, I know.” 

You held his hand as you walked to his door, unlocking it and stepping inside. 

“I’m going to get some water for you and me, go upstairs and get changed,” you directed.  “Yes, ma’am,” he smirked, slapping your ass as you walked by him. 

You turned to him, scoffing and giving him a glare. He winked at you and made his way to the stairs. You shook your head with a flustered smile, going to the kitchen and getting a few water bottles. You got out your phone and texted your mom that you were staying the night. You then climbed up the stairs, entering his room and getting even more flustered once you saw him in his bed, the only clothing on him was grey sweats. 

“Like what you see?” Stefan teased, putting his hands under his head so his biceps were flexed.  

“Very much,” you nodded, walking over to him and setting the water bottles down on the nightstand that was next to his bed. 

Stefan put his hand on your waist, pulling you to sit on the bed. You complied and sat down next to his legs, putting your hands on his chest and tracing patterns over his abs. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Stefan marvelled at you. His hands went up to your cheek, his thumb running over your cheekbone. You smiled and nuzzled into his hand, looking at him through your lashes.  

“And you seem to be a lot more sober now,” you commented.

“Yeah, well, vampires sober up fast,” he shrugged. “Oh, is that so?” You asked 

“Yep,” he grinned proudly. “So you don’t have a headache or anything?” You wondered. 

His smile faltered and he averted his gaze from you. You chuckled, “Thought so.” You grabbed a water bottle, opening it and putting it up to his lips. 

“Here, drink this. I’ll get you some Tylenol,” you said, beginning to sit up. 

“I’ll be fine,” he waved his headache off. “Stefan,” you frowned, “I know you’re immune to sickness and death and whatnot, but that doesn’t mean you’re immune to headaches.”

“I’m serious, I’ll be fine. Stop worrying so-” He stopped speaking, closing his mouth immediately. He made a sour face, his eyes widening. 

“About to throw up?” You guessed. He nodded his head furiously, putting his hand up to cover his mouth. 

“Let’s get you to the bathroom,” you pulled him up, walking him across the hall to the bathroom. You both dropped to your knees and Stefan immediately started to vomit. 

You cringed, but rubbed his back nonetheless. “There you go. Get it all out.” Your hand went up to his hair and you twirled his hero hair in-between your fingers. You put your forehead against his temple, kissing his cheek to comfort him. 

After a few minutes of him throwing his guts up, he threw his head back and groaned. “I’m so sorry you had to see that.”

“Don’t apologise. It’s all part of being drunk,” you kissed him on the cheek again. You then got up, pulling him up with you. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” You hummed, walking him to the sink. 

“Yeah, okay,” he nodded. 

You looked up at him, running your fingers through his hair. Throwing up had taken a lot of his energy, and now he was all worn-out. He went to grab his toothbrush, but missed by a few millimeters. 

“Why don’t I do it for you,” you stated more than suggested. 

“No, no. You’ve done enough tonight, take a break,” he shook his head. 

You smiled, “It’s okay. I like taking care of you. It’s kind of my job as your girlfriend, after all.”

He smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, I guess.”

You nodded and hummed in reply, turning him around so his back was against the sink. You took his toothbrush and and squirted toothpaste on it, stepping in front of Stefan and holding it up. 

“Open wide,” you sang. Stefan followed your orders and your stuck the toothbrush in his mouth, beginning to circle over the left side of his mouth. 

Stefan’s arm went around your waist, pulling you closer to him lazily. You smiled as your hips met his. You leaned into him, switching the sides of his mouth that you were brushing after a minute. 

“Alright, time to spit,” you ordered. 

Stefan turned around, spitting the out the foamy toothpaste. He hung his head low to get some water to swish in his mouth to get the remaining toothpaste out. He sat back up and you put his toothbrush back on the sink. You grabbed a towel and wet it to wipe off the excess toothpaste that was on the corners of Stefan’s mouth. 

You straightened back up and went in front of Stefan, running the towel over his lips. You moved slowly, your eyes roaming his face. He looked so handsome, even when he was sweaty and slightly disoriented from just throwing up. Your eyes wandered up to his, his green eyes stared at yours back. The deep, unwavering eye contact both made you two flustered and nervous. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach while the tips of Stefan’s ears turned pink. 

You lowered the towel, placing it back onto the sink counter. Your eyes never left Stefan’s as you did so. Shivers ran up your spine as Stefan’s hand snaked up to the small of your back. He pulled your chest closer to his, leaving little to no room between your lips and his. 

“I thought you were all tired and tame,” you muttered, your eyes flickering down to his lips and back up to his eyes. 

“I’m never tired and definitely never tame when I’m around you,” he whispered, leaning in. 

You hummed in reply, fluttering your eyes close as you leaned up to kiss him. You wrapped your hands around his neck, taking a fist full of his hair and twirling it. You kissed him slowly and gently, each of you taking your time to savour the feeling and taste of the kiss. 

You pulled away after a few moments, setting your forehead against his. You licked your lips, staring into Stefan’s green eyes. 

“Let’s get you into bed,” you whispered. 

Stefan shook his head, a coy smile playing on his lips. Before you could scold and protest, he lifted you up from your waist and ran over to the bed. He threw you down, climbing on top of you. 

“Stefan!” You giggled. “What?” He asked. 

“We have to go to bed,” you said. “We are in bed,” he gestured to the pillows. 

You rolled your eyes, “Stop being a wise ass. You’re still drunk, whether you want to admit it or not.”

“I’m half-drunk,” he shrugged. “Really? That’s the best you could do?” You snorted. 

“You know me, anything to be able to have sex with you,” he grinned. 

“Mhm, well, nothing can sway me and you know it.” Stefan looked into your eyes, studying you for a little. He knew that no matter how much kissing, touching, sweet-talking he did, you wouldn’t give in. He decided to give up and cuddle, which was honestly what he needed after a long, tiring night. He got off of you, laying on his back. 

“Seems like you’re learning,” you remarked. 

“Well, I know that if I’m good, I’ll get a reward later,” he quipped. 

You chuckled, turning around so now your face was met with his. You propped yourself on your elbow, putting a hand on his chest. 

“You’re lucky, you know?” You said. 

“Yeah,” he sighed with a smile, “I know.” “Yeah, well, so am I,” you smiled, moving closer to him. You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and laid back down on your back. 

Stefan rolled over and he laid his head on your chest, wrapping his arms around your middle. You smiled contently and ran your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. 

“Thanks for taking care of me,” Stefan mumbled. 

“No problem. I love you,” you said. 

“I love you, too,” he sighed, closing his eyes and falling asleep. 

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A Man of Letters - Chapter Four

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Summary: It started as a simple hunt for Sam and Dean Winchester. Dean didn’t realize that this single case would change his life forever. Now they are on the biggest mission of their lives, and without the use of cellphones, the only way he can communicate with the love of his life is through old fashioned letter writing. He has done everything in his power to keep her safe, but will it be enough? Word Count: 3078

Series Warnings: Language, slow burn, angst, smut, alcohol consumption, fluff, SPN typical violence (individual chapters will contain relevant warnings) a little meta Chapter Warning: Violence aftermath, humor (Is that really a warning?) and a little bit of sweet.(Always)

A/N: This series has been rattling around in my head for a while. It would never have made it to the light of day if it was not for my beautiful group of friends with whom none of this would be possible! You know who you are and I love you all!

Thank you to my beta’s @winchest09 and @whatareyousearchingfordean​ without them I would be sunk!

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                               Dean “Ass Kicker, Name Taker” Winchester

                                                    PO Box 323

                                             Sioux Falls, SD 57101

D,

Your first letter came today. I’m so proud of you, Dean. What you do for others, that no one will ever know. It’s a thankless job and I know you say you don’t care, that it isn’t about the appreciation. I just want YOU to know that you are important and that I love you. 

Things aren't the same since you left. I guess that’s the nice thing about living halfway between the Bunker and Sioux Falls. I never knew exactly when you would be here. I swear I could hear Baby coming a mile away. Though even after all this time I could really do without the whole “surprising me” thing, it’s not like we don’t text all the time!. You have seen me so many times with my ratty shorts and sweatshirt on, hair piled on top of my head…ugh. 

Anyway, moving on. I miss you, so, so much. PLEASE be safe! Don’t tell me always, because you have come here pretty banged up, more than once. I miss your voice and your laugh. I’ll be honest, I bet I’ve listened to your last voicemail about 50 times by now. My favorite part? The way you say “Baaaabbbbeeeee” all drawn out. You know what I was thinking about today? The first time you stayed the night at my house (wink, wink, wink) I’ll end this for now. Tell Sam to stay safe too! I hope you get this soon and write back! I hate not hearing your voice but I get it.

I Love You,

Your Initial 

 Three years ago

Deans POV

They were in the living room sitting in two chairs across from Y/N curled under a blanket on the couch. She had taken so long in the shower, Dean had started to worry that she had fallen. He had walked behind her as she limped down the hallway towards the bathroom, refusing his help. He was just grateful she had at least  let him take off those damn boots. “Jesus, I don’t know how she wears those on a normal day, I mean Christ, they are so high! Not that she didn't look good in them,” he smirked to himself.

He hovered outside the bathroom door a few times listening to make sure she was ok. He almost banged on the wood once when he swore she was crying but Sam came in from getting rid of the vamp bodies. As he walked into the kitchen he spied Dean hovering outside the room Y/N was in. 

“What are you doing?” Sam barked, louder than necessary. Dean jumped about a foot.

“Shut it!” he whispered through clenched teeth, “I’m just checking on her to make sure she’s ok.” Sam just stood at the end of the hall staring at him. ”Really?” he asked sarcastically, “because from here it looks like you’re being pervy.”

“I am not being pervy!” he fired back in an angry whisper,  “she’s been in there forever and I think she was crying. I’m just mak-” The shower shut off and Dean stopped talking. Looking wide-eyed at Sam, he carefully snuck back  towards the kitchen, stopping next to Sam who looked at him with a frown. “You're definitely being pervy. Stop acting weird, don’t you think she’s been tormented enough tonight? Do you want her to think after all this she now has a creeper in her house?”

“I’m not acting weird, you're acting weird and I’m absolutely not a creeper.” Dean continued to speak in a hushed tone.

“Whatever, dude.” Sam shook his head as he walked to the kitchen sink to clean himself up after using the outside hose to spray everything down in the yard.

As she exited the bathroom and made her way slowly to the living room, Dean had to admit she looked better than before but it was still obvious she’d been severely hurt. . Her right eye was completely swollen shut, surrounded by blue and purple bruising. The handprint on her neck, even darker.  Wet hair piled on her head in a messy bun, sporting a black “STYX” long sleeved tee and loose pair of plaid men's boxers. As Sam joined them in the living room, drying his hands, Dean tried to help her on the couch but she stopped him with a slight shake of her head. He backed up, sitting in the high back chair across from her, where Sam joined him. 

After she settled, she pondered both of them. Dean leaning forward in the chair studying her, his strong forearms resting on his denim covered knees, a grey T-shirt peeking out from the top of the black button down, rolled up to his elbows, pulling tightly against his muscular biceps. Sam matched his brother's posture wearing a blue plaid button down and denim jeans. Both having work boots encasing their feet. Studying Sam, he was returning her look with consternation when Y/N finally broke the silence, “I hate to be a pain in the ass after all of this,” she gestured around the house, “but can someone PLEASE make me a cup of coffee before you guys tell me what the fuck is going on around here.” Dean was grateful that her voice sounded stronger than before she took a shower. ”Obviously, this chick is a fighter,” he thought, lips lifting slightly.

“Sure, sure,” Sam rose from the chair. “I saw the coffee machine in your kitchen.”

“Thank you, Sam,” as she began to smile her fingers went to her swollen lips “ugh, this is going to get old real quick.” speaking through her fingers, “the coffee stuff is above the machine.” Swinging her gaze back to Dean, “Do you want coffee?”

Grinning he sat back in the chair, crossing his leg, foot settling on the opposite knee. “No, I’m good, sweetheart. You wouldn’t happen to have anything stronger would you?”

Continuing to speak through her fingers resting on her lips, “I have Jameson Black Barrel above the refrigerator.”

“That’ll do.” Rising from the chair he made his way to the kitchen.

“Dean,” she spoke softly, he turned to face her, “how do you know my name?”

Settling back in the living room, Y/N had her hands wrapped around a huge mug of coffee while Sam and Dean relaxed back in their chairs. Each with a tumbler of whiskey, they began with “The Talk”. There are things in this world that are real;  vampires, werewolves, witches are all real and they kill them.  She was a case and that’s how they knew her name, plain and simple. Vampires killed her parents and she was on their hit list. Cradling the coffee in her palms, she sipped and listened, glancing from one to the other as they spoke. 

“I think she’s in shock.” Sam murmured out of the corner of this mouth.

Dean was regarding her carefully. “Y/N, you ok? I know that this is a lot we are piling on you at once, but in this situation we don’t have a choice. There are still two vamps who are after you, not to mention the people who sent them. Sammy and I, we’re going to take care of them, but we also need to keep you safe.”

“Absolutely in shock, you need to give her a minute.” Sam remarked sipping his whiskey. 

A shudder climbed up her spine and she began to shake her head. “I knew it, I fucking knew it! My mom and dad dying at the cabin, it made no sense,” she took  another sip of her coffee, “they knew how to bear-proof the cabin. We have never had a problem with bears…ever. We have been going to that cabin since I was little. So you’re telling me that vampires did this, those were vampires who attacked me tonight?” Straightening her shoulders she continued her rant, “I thought vampires wore capes or sparked or at the very least looked like Stefan or Damon Salvatore! Not like some creepy, greasy redneck from the corn fields for fuck sake!”

Dean couldn’t help but chuckle. She was on a roll and even though she was bruised, she was still so damn cute. 

Turning she pinned Dean with a look, “So yesterday, at the bar, when you were watching me and asked me to dance...it was just all for a case someone gave you?” Dean could see the hurt fleeting across her face. If he were not looking at her he would have missed it. Sam stood briskly, “I need to go get...something...a book, yeah a book out of the...car.” Setting down his tumbler, he hurried out the front door and slammed it behind him, Dean and Y/N’s gaze never leaving each other. Rising from his chair, he started moving toward the couch when she raised her hand, her palm facing Dean.

“No.” Shaking her head, she watched him as he sat back in the chair. “Let me explain,” he began.

“Seriously, it’s fine,” she muttered, looking into her coffee cup, “I get it. I was a case, totally makes sense, really. I mean this is what-”

“Y/N!” he interrupted,  her eyes snapping to his. “Let me talk for a minute. Yes, we came here for a case. We came here to watch you, we weren’t even going to interact with you if we didn’t need to,” he explained, moving forward in his chair. “I didn’t ask you to dance for the case, I didn’t hold your hand for the case. There is just something…” he moved his hand to gesture between them. “I don’t know what but...something.”  A slight smile played on her lips as she raised her shoulders, “Maybe.”

Huffing out a laugh he agreed, “Yeah, maybe.” They just continued to study one another, not saying anything. Each with their own version of “Is there something there? Could they trust the other? Would this life make it impossible?” Including every narrative in between.

Returning to the house, Sam entered the living room with his eyebrows raised “So...what are we doing?” The spell broken, they both looked up at him. “What do we need to do now?” Y/N questioned.

“Well, one of us should stay with you, to keep you safe.” Dean put forward, “I don’t think they will come back tonight, but you can’t be too careful.”

“Oh!” she squeaked, “Um, sure,” Rising from the couch she folded the blanket and began to cautiously walk down the hallway.

“Sweetheart,” Dean called, “where are you going?”

“I’m getting blankets and pillows so you guys can stay.”

Dean whipped around pointing at Sam, “NO!” he rasped, keeping his voice low, “you are NOT staying here! I meant it Sammy! Not…staying!” 

Sam looked at Dean raising his eyebrows, a smirk turning up the corners of his mouth. “Thanks so much Y/N,  we really appreciate you letting us both crash here!’

Dean looked Sam in the eye with a pleading yet murderous look. Lips set in a firm line, the eldest Winchester  drug his thumb nail across his throat before he pointed at Sam, then at the front door. “GET OUT!” he mouthed. Meeting Dean’s eyes Sam called “Hey Y/N,  I was thinking,, do you need any hel-”

Stepping closer to Sam Dean whispered, “I mean it Sammy, I never ask you for anything! Would you just go? I can handle this, just go. Just come back and pick me up for breakfast. No, no, make it lunch.” Dean grinned.  

Rolling his eyes, sighing, Sam held out his hand, “Fine, give me the keys.” Digging around in his pockets he pulled out the keys for Baby and handed them to Sam. Just as his fingers wrapped around the keys, Dean jerked them back, shaking them slightly. “Be nice to her Sammy, don’t drive all crazy, you have to be sweet to my girl.” Sam leaned in close to Dean. “I swear Dean,  if you don’t give me those damn keys right now, I’m going to sprawl on this floor, spread eagle and I’m not leaving for as long as we are in this town. I will make sure you don’t have one second alone with her.”

Dean shoved the keys in his hand, “Here! Now, remember to pick me up for lunch ok?”

Sam jammed the keys in his pocket and headed out the door just as Dean turned on his heel heading for the hallway. He came to a halt seeing Y/N bent over, half buried in the linen closet, her baggy shorts riding up riding above the curve of her ass. Watching it sway from side to side made his palms itch and his pants tighten. 

He rubbed his hands on his jeans as he was agonized to himself, “Damn, look at her ass, there are so many things I want to do-No! No!” he physically shook his head. “She has had a traumatic experience tonight, you want to be nice and calming… Respectable, yeah respectable. Don’t go creeping her out! You are not a creeper man, NOT a creeper!”

She pulled herself out of the closet with an arm full of sheets, blankets and pillows. Hurrying over Dean took them from her arms. “I got it.” he assured her. Walking to the couch he laid them on the end. Taking a sheet from the pile she offers an apology. “I’m really sorry you have to sleep on the couch,” she apologizes as she begins to tuck the sheets into the cushions. “I have another bedroom but it’s filled with stuff, I was thinking of turning it into a dark room but I just haven't gotten that far yet.” Dean was just standing there watching her, hands in pockets, leaning back on his heels when he noticed Y/N had stopped what she was doing.  “Wait,” she started, standing up as she looked around,  “where’s Sam?”

“Yeah, about that,” Dean rubs his hand across the back of his neck, looking at her. “He decided to go back to the hotel because, um, he didn’t want to sleep on the floor.”

“Oh, well,” Y/N began to look towards her bedroom, “I guess I could have slept on the couch, you guys could have taken my room.” Dean began to shake his head, “Nope, no way. We’re not taking your room. We are here to make sure nothing happens, not take over your bed.” At that her eyes snapped to his, she could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks with just the thought of Dean taking over her bed. She started to shake out the blanket. “It seems hot in here, are you hot? Maybe we should turn on the fans, or maybe the air conditioner?” Stepping forward Dean covered her hands with his, “sweetheart, it’s ok, it’s not too hot. Why don’t you sit down on the couch and let me get another bag of peas from the freezer. I think it will help your eye.” She flopped down in the middle of the couch with a sigh. He returned from the kitchen with the frozen peas wrapped in a dish towel, “Here.” He grabbed the pillows and laid them on the left side of the couch, patting them. “Just lay your head down and relax, it will be easier for you to hold the peas to your eye.” Y/N hesitated. “I don’t want to fall asleep just yet, but I’m sure you're tired.”

“No I’m good,” Dean reassured her. “I’ll just sit here,” gesturing to the opposite end of the couch, “I can flip on the TV or we can just talk.”  

”Sure, talking sounds nice,” she agreed. He helped her lay her head back on the pillows  and positioned the bag of frozen veggies against her eye. “You good?” he questioned. “Mhm,” she hummed comfortably. Dean made his way to the opposite end of the couch, she pulled her feet up to make sure that he had plenty of room. Settling himself down, he unlaced his boots, pulling them off and setting them to the side. Leaning back, he draped his arm over the back of the couch with his refilled tumbler of whiskey in the other hand, swirling slowly. “Tell me a story,” she prompted, nudging his thigh faintly with her foot. “What kind of story?” he questioned.  

“Well, I would say a monster story but I think I’ve had enough of that for tonight.”

Dean chucked. “It’s almost morning you know,” she drew in a breath as she began to sit up. 

“No, no, lay back down,” he urged, “just keep the ice on your face for a bit.” Nestling back down into the pillows, she listened while Dean told a few stories about his and Sam's adventures. Her toes soon found themselves tucked underneath his leg for warmth. As he continued to spin tales, he dropped his arm from the back of the couch and with a feather light touch, caressed her calf, his touch easily moving from ankle to knee. He watched her face as she listened, a small smile here and there, her battered face serene. The rumble of Dean’s voice eventually lulling her to deep sleep. He rose from the couch carefully, retrieving the peas and throwing them back in the freezer. Returning to the living room, he began removing his button down, laying it across the chair. Watching Y/N sleep, he debated on carrying her to her bed. However, he had noticed earlier that the couch was almost the size of a twin bed when the back cushions were removed.  He removed his Colt M1911A1, laying it on the coffee table before he carefully crawled over her and slid behind her. As he snuggled down he was able to lie on his back. Then, just like a moth to a flame, Y/N snuggled into his side, fitting like a missing piece of a puzzle. As he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close, her face nestled into his neck as his chin rested on the crown of her head. She snuggled in closer breathing in the smell of him and hummed softly. Dean just lay there, appreciating the feel of her in his arms, and a smile touching his lips as he soon drifted off to sleep. 

Chapter 5

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Fight or Flight - Chapter 7: Resignation

Pairing: Drake Walker x MC (Riley Liu)

Book: The Royal Heir (canon divergent from the end of book 2)

Word Count: ~4200

Rating: R (language only)

Summary: Thirty hours since The Walker Absconding

Author’s Note: What day of the week is it even? Oh well, here’s a chapter, hahaha. This series follows the Walkers, their friends, and Cordonia as a whole after they flee the country with their daughter during Barthelemy Beaumont’s attempted coup. To catch up on this series, check out it’s masterlist. (link can be found via my bio - sorry, Tumblr is once again not putting my posts with links in tag searches)

“My fellow Cordonians, it is with a heavy heart that I speak to you today.”

His words echoed in his mind, over and over again, his speech something that was likely to stay burned into his mind for the rest of his life. After all, he couldn’t predict anything quite as memorable as having to announce his loss of title to his citizens and the world at large happening to him at any point in the future.

“I never anticipated having to bring this news to you, but even though I am no longer King of Cordonia, I have no intention of yielding the power of the crown to anyone who I feel is a threat to the safety and prosperity of this country.”

Stefan was following the media coverage of his speech that he gave this evening that provided an overview of the day’s events, including his removal from the throne, Bridget’s ascension to queen-regent until the Conclave, and his intention to name a regent for her tomorrow. Liam knew he personally should be watching to see how people were responding, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do so. His emotions were frayed, raw, and strung out. It felt like everything was spiraling out of control. He hadn’t felt like this in a very long time. Not since Father died, in all honesty.

The weeks surrounding his father’s death were sort of covered in a surreal blur whenever he reflected back on them. Not only had his relationship with Father been more complicated and fraught than it had ever been before at the time of his passing, making his loss a thorny storm of emotions, but he’d barely even had time to mourn in any capacity. His country had been in the midst of an active terrorist threat, plus he’d been processing true heartbreak for the first time in his life. He had somehow gotten through those days, those emotions, those struggles though. He knew he would get through everything happening now as well, but at the moment, that seemed like an impossible task.

“I know that this is an unprecedented combination of events, comparable to nothing that has occurred in hundreds of years of Cordonian history. But I have seen the strength and resilience of our citizens first-hand, and I am confident that we will emerge from this Social Season stronger than ever.”

As far as next steps went, naming Rashad as Bridget’s regent was really his only option. Thankfully, in spite of the man’s ambivalence when it came to his noble title, he’d agreed to fill the role and was coming to the hearing in the morning to allow for a rapid transfer of power. He was one of the only truly neutral parties available who was appropriately titled and qualified. Liam had brought Hana with him to broach the topic with Rashad, but her gentle powers of persuasion proved unnecessary. The only point at which the conversation was anything but pleasant and agreeable was when Rashad wanted to schedule a meeting with Riley and Drake to discuss how best to handle legal and physical custody of Bridget in ways that would be in accordance with the results of the no-confidence vote, but Liam had been easily able to convince him to table that topic until he was sworn in as regent.

“No matter my title or role, know that I will always serve the citizens of Cordonia in whatever way they require.”

He half-heartedly pulled more documents from his desk drawers, trying to focus on the task at hand. He needed to determine which pieces of information were private, and should come with him to Lythikos, versus those that he needed to leave behind as essential information to allow Cordonia’s next leader to govern. In all honesty, he probably should be creating a sort of quick-guide, a makeshift introductory pamphlet with the most important pieces of information required to lead the country to ease the transition of power. However, another part of him felt like that would be a mistake. Maybe he should allow things to be rough initially, giving the people a chance to miss his leadership. It’s not like Rashad was completely incompetent, so it shouldn’t cause a dangerous power vacuum if he just left Rashad without any formal instructions. And, after all, didn’t a no-confidence vote indicate he shouldn’t be attempting to wield any power at the moment? If this was the wish of the majority of the major houses, maybe he should just let their little scheme play out and backfire on them in spectacular fashion. But was it fair to subject the common citizens to engage in such a game of political chicken?

A wave of loneliness and isolation washed over him as he weighed his options. This dilemma was just one of many he was facing at the moment that he wished he could discuss with Drake. Over the years, Drake had, more often than not, served as his sounding board, devil’s advocate, and unofficial advisor. The countless instances they’d sat in this office at the end of the day, sipping whiskey while Liam solidified his stances and bounced ideas off of Drake had helped him prepare to face political opponents, foreign negotiators, and skeptical members of the press time and time over. Now, he had to make decisions on his own, without his most trusted friend and ally.

For perhaps the tenth time that evening, he pulled the slip of paper Hana had given him out of his pocket and stared at Drake and Riley’s phone numbers. He could call Drake to talk, he supposed. But he was struggling to work up the courage to do so. He couldn’t just pretend nothing had changed and ask Drake to listen as he worked through his thought process. Drake had different priorities now. That much was wildly apparent.

There was also the small matter of the fact that Liam knew he would need to hide some of his thoughts and feelings from Drake at the moment. He’d done it before, back during Drake and Riley’s engagement, but part of doing so involved keeping his distance from Drake at that time. Drake just knew him better than anyone and could more easily read through his diplomatic mask. It was really only in the past six months or so that it seemed things had fully returned to normal, Drake’s marriage to Riley no longer a point of awkwardness between them. Now, for Drake to flee in the middle of a coup, it felt like the foundation of their friendship was being torn apart yet again.

A few sharp taps on the door interrupted his thoughts. A second later, the door swung open, revealing Olivia with a bottle of wine in her hand.

“I thought you might want some company,” she said as she strode across the room, grabbing two wine glasses off the bar cart before flouncing into the seat across from him. “I won’t even make you switch seats with me, even though the monarch’s desk should technically be mine tonight.”

Liam forced a smile as she sat down and moved to uncork the wine, noticing the vintage of the bottle for the first time.

“Olivia, that bottle is worth over ten thousand Euros.”

She grinned at him as she poured them both a glass. “Exactly. This fine wine was procured by a member of the Rys family, and therefore if anyone deserves to drink it, it’s you.” With that she handed Liam a glass and picked up her own. Liam could only shake his head lightly before tapping his glass against hers gently.

“To the end of Rys rule in Cordonia,” he said with a little shrug before taking a sip. He saw Olivia raise her eyebrows over her own glass.

“Liam…” she started as she set down her glass on the desk.

“It’s nothing, just a bad joke,” Liam lied, waving his hand through the air. “Would you mind terribly if I asked you which documents you think are the most important ones to leave for Rashad?” he asked as he placed a stack of paperwork on the desk between them, trying to divert the conversation.

His question was met with silence, so Liam glanced up from the documents. Olivia was staring at him intently, and she took another sip of her wine before she responded.

“I can certainly help with that, but Liam… are you… shit, I don’t know what to say. This fucking sucks, doesn’t it?”

He let out a little snort at that. “Indeed, it does.”

“I can’t believe those assholes are trying to pull this bullshit. Like fucking Barthelemy would make a better king than you. You’ve given up everything for this country.”

“It feels that way sometimes. I was happy to do so for so long, too. I always knew that leading Cordonia was an honor, and after my brother’s abdication, I never resented needing to prove to my people that I would be a worthy king. But now…” he trailed off, unable to vocalize the rest of that thought. After everything he’d done to be a good king, a better king than his paranoid, ruthless father ever was, and this was how the universe chose to repay him.

The tense silence hung in the office for a few moments before Olivia spoke again. “Speaking of your brother, I hope you don’t mind, but I gave Leo a call and told him what was happening. I figured this isn’t the sort of thing he should hear about on the news. I think he’s flying back. He seemed pretty upset over the whole thing.”

Liam just hummed at that. He loved his brother, but he wasn’t sure if the man who willingly chose to shed his title of Crown Prince would be able to sympathize with his personal pain of having his title stripped from him. Maybe he could help provide some nice distractions, though. Leo was always good for that.

“Thank you,” Liam finally said with a nod, “I planned to call him tomorrow.”

“No problem. I just figured you and Drake might have… a lot to discuss.”

Liam gave a weak smile and shook his head. “I actually haven’t spoken to him yet.”

Olivia narrowed her eyes and tilted her head slightly at his comment. “Well, that needs to be addressed.”

He frowned, taking another sip of the admittedly very excellent wine before he responded. “Quite frankly, Liv, I don’t know that I want to discuss my reasons for not calling him with you. At least not tonight.”

“Tough shit. You have no reason not to call him anymore. And seeing as he’s been your… confidante,” she said, clearly taking a moment to decide how to describe their relationship, “for decades, it strikes me as pretty concerning that you didn’t rush to call him at the first chance you got.”

Liam sighed heavily. He didn’t really want to get into this all, but she was clearly not going to let him brush this off. “I don’t know what to say to him. He left, and I just…” Liam trailed off, unable to fully vocalize the pain he felt in regards to Drake’s actions.

Olivia pursed her lips for just a moment, her bright red nails tapping rapidly against the stem of her wine glass. “I can’t figure out if you are attempting to punish him or protect him here.”

Her response caught him off guard. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you clearly are all sorts of angry and frustrated with him at the moment. I just can’t tell if you think that’s justified, and this is some sort of passive aggressive punishment, or if you realize you aren’t being fair, and you don’t want to make him feel any guiltier.”

“Are you saying that my irritation with him isn’t justified?”

“Irritation would be fine. But I don’t believe for one second that you would avoid talking to Drake if you were merely irritated with him.”

Liam was expecting some sort of sly comment about how surely talking to Drake was always irritating, but it didn’t come. Instead, Olivia continued on, serious and solemn.

“You must be insanely upset with him if you haven’t given him a call, and I’m going to be honest, that scares me. I’m backing you at the Conclave, Liam, and I intend to throw the Nevrakis name behind a winner. So that means you need to be emotionally ready for this fight over the next couple of months. I can’t have you caught up in some petty bullshit with Drake fucking Walker.”

Her statement was a surprising one. “I would have thought you would have been the one person who might understand my rather complicated point of view on this subject.”

She shook her head. “Drake and I may not see eye to eye on… a lot of things, actually, but I still think you are being absurd here.”

“This critique strikes me as slightly hypocritical, as I am having a hard time picturing you not being at least fairly angry with the mess they have created here. A mess that could have been avoided if they’d stuck to your plan, I might add.”

“Of course I’m angry with them! They put almost zero thought into this, and I’ve been scrambling for more than a day straight to try and prevent this all from spiraling into total disaster. But that doesn’t mean I don’t understand why they did it. This was all in service of keeping their family together, Liam. You have to know that.”

He did understand that intellectually, but somehow her assessment just didn’t sit right with him. “Yes, Olivia. I can comprehend that their motivations are the safety and security of their daughter, but what I cannot bring myself to do is approve of their decision to commit treason and abandon the citizens of Valtoria they took an oath to serve.”

Olivia took a long sip of her wine before she replied, “Do you want me to pretend that I believe your last statement there, or do you want someone besides Drake to call you on your bullshit? I can do either, you just need to tell me what you want.”

“Of course I want you to be honest with me, Olivia,” he said, completely baffled by her assertion.

She just raised her eyebrows and stared at him, giving him one last chance to ask her to lie, apparently. All he could do was raise his eyebrows right back and take a drink from his own glass, almost daring her to do her worst.

“You aren’t pissed that they are shitty nobles who just abandoned their posts without a second thought. You are pissed that Drake isn’t here to serve as your emotional support.”

Liam opened his mouth to retort, but Olivia shook her head and just kept going.

“It’s understandable, really. He’s been the one you could always turn to, and now it feels like you can’t rely on him at a time when you really fucking need that kind of support. But you need to at least recognize that personal pain as the source of your anger here and not hide behind indignation over the way Drake and Riley fulfill their roles as duke and duchess.

“Those two have always been shitty members of the nobility, and you have never had an issue with it up until this point. In fact, you seemed to tacitly approve of their antics as you granted them power that other dukes and duchesses could only dream of.”

Liam frowned, the blood pounding in his ears as he tried not to let Olivia’s words anger him. “What do you mean?” he breathed out, focusing on not letting this situation escalate. A defensive Olivia was the last thing he was mentally and emotionally equipped to handle tonight.

“Liam, you essentially handed them the reins when it came to the Auvernal negotiations.”

“Those negotiations all centered around their child. It felt wrong to not grant them a certain amount of control given the circumstances.”

She tilted her head back and forth for just a moment. “Sure, I get that. And I’m really not trying to make you defend your decisions here regarding that whole mess. But you have to admit that Drake and Riley have kind of always just done whatever the hell they wanted, and until today, you never had anything to say about it.”

Her assessment echoed through the room as Liam leaned back in his chair, taking another sip of wine. He didn’t want to think he was being solely motivated by his emotions here. He’d worked for years and years, since he was a young boy, to ensure that he kept any feelings in check, guarded and secured for private moments. But Olivia did have a point - Drake and Riley bucking tradition and proper conduct for members of the nobility had never really bothered him before. 

“Liam, I’m not trying to kick you while you’re already hurting. It’s probably natural to feel hurt by Drake’s decision here. I just think you will be able to move past this a little easier if you are honest about why his actions bother you.”

Liam glanced across the desk, meeting Olivia’s gaze. “I sometimes just…” but he couldn’t complete his thought. To vocalize that he just wanted the most important person in his life to care about him on a personal level above all others would be immature and selfish. Drake had a wife and child to think about. Of course they warranted more of his consideration than Liam did. But it was just one more thing he lost in the past day or so, that one person around whom he didn’t need to censor himself, the only individual who gave him honesty without question of motive.

Olivia reached across the desk and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Like I said, being upset is pretty natural here. If it makes you feel any better, I wanted to reach through my phone and stab them both in the gut when Drake told me they had no intention of returning, even if it meant treason charges.”

Liam let out a little chuckle. “How are you so… calm about this now?” Using that word to describe Olivia in any situation felt out of character, but there was literally no other way to describe her at the moment. She looked at ease, sipping thousands of Euros of wine like it was nothing.

“I’m not sure if ‘calm’ is the right word; it’s more like I’m… resigned, I guess. They are both stubborn as hell, and they made this choice because they thought it was best for their kid. Even I can’t fight that.”

“I just wish they would have gone to Lythikos. Then we could be fighting this from all angles together.”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe? That was your whole plan, and it still seems better thought out than their fugitive act.”

“From our perspective, sure. But we are worried about Cordonia as a whole. They are just worried about keeping their daughter. And given that Rashad already brought up wanting to meet with them to discuss custody, it seems like they were at least a little bit justified in their concerns.”

Liam frowned. Hana must have filled in Olivia of the details of their conversation with Rashad. Liam had gotten the impression that Rashad wanted to find a way to keep Drake and Riley as active participants in Bridget’s life based on the way he requested that meeting, not tear them apart from their child. “Do you really think Rashad has any interest in keeping them from their daughter?”

“No, not exactly. But I also think that coming to live at the palace as Bridget’s nannies or guardians or whatever Rashad plans to throw out there as a way to obey the letter of the law when it comes to the no-confidence vote is a far cry from being recognized as her parents fully. At the end of the day, I just think they aren’t willing to compromise on any aspect when it comes to being a family.” Olivia pursed her lips and glanced into her lap before she continued, “It kind of makes me wish my own parents would have felt that way.”

Her confession was so vulnerable, so honest, it nearly took his breath away. When they were younger, Olivia had sometimes talked about her fears, her pain, her neglect, and Liam had always been willing to lend an ear and supportive shoulder for her to lean on. But as the years marched on, those conversations had dwindled and eventually ceased. Olivia became more defensive, not allowing herself to be perceived as weak by anyone. And in some regards, she thrived. But clearly, that pain from her childhood was still a part of her.

Liam could identify with her in some respects. Father had always devoted more time and energy to Leo. After all, not only had he been the Crown Prince, but he acted out more, drawing more attention nearly every step of the way. But that had largely left Liam to spend time with Mother, who always tried to balance his formal lessons with genuine warmth and affection. And even though she’d been killed and taken from him when he was still quite young, he at least had her guidance and devotion for a while. That was more than Olivia could say about her parents.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized that Mother might have made the same choice as Drake and Riley, had she been placed in that position. He didn’t recognize it as a child, but looking back on her words now, he saw her concerns, her worries, and her desire to keep him safe. Did she regret her station? Regret raising her son in such an environment? Or did the fact that he’d never known her as an adult mean that he just saw her actions through the rose-tinted glasses of a child?

“Bridget is lucky in that respect,” Liam eventually said, reaching across the desk and refilling both of their wine glasses. “I suppose that’s why royal lineage tends to be emphasized and protected for generation after generation. It’s the only way to battle that instinctual urge to protect one’s children and instead force them to carry massive responsibilities.”

Olivia shook her head. “Or generations of people who strike up primarily political marriages just eliminates all love and empathy from the gene pool.”

“What would you have done, if you were in their position?” Liam asked before taking another sip of wine. The more he thought about it, he wasn’t sure what he would have done if it was his own child. All the options that worked their way into his mind seemed terrible.

Olivia paused to take a drink as well, her free hand tapping a rapid pattern against the surface of the desk. “I don’t know. I’d like to think I would be able to plot things out rationally, but I might have violently lashed out. I don’t think I would have run, but that’s just never been my style. But I don’t know exactly how it would unfold.”

“It’s hard to imagine, acting on that gut emotional response, isn’t it? All our lives, we’ve been taught to negotiate, to employ diplomatic tactics, to foster alliances to protect our titles.”

“You might have been taught that,” interjected Olivia, “but I was taught to fight to protect the family name to the death,”

“Touché,” said Liam, a real smile forming for the first time that day, “but I think my point remains. I don’t think I could let my child be taken by another, but at the same time, it’s as if I cannot imagine myself being guided by my emotions, even if it would make sense to do so.”

“You would protect your kid, Liam. You would figure it out if you were put in that spot.”

“I hope so. I think you would as well, and with minimal bloodshed, I believe.”

She laughed at that, dropping her head back, causing a few strands of red hair to fall loose around her face. “Well, let’s just be grateful we don’t have to find out the truth of that assessment, but it’s getting late, and we still have a lot to do before we need to vacate the palace in the morning. Do you want some privacy to talk to Drake? I can sort through those-” she said, gesturing to the stack of papers left between them on the desk “-while you give him a call.”

He nodded slowly. “Yes. I still don’t know what I’m going to say to him, but…”

“You’ll figure it out,” she said with a shrug, gathering the papers in one arm. “Just meet me in my quarters when you guys are done.”

Liam gave her a little smile as she left his office, pulling out the paper from Hana and staring at it for a few seconds before pulling out his new, prepaid cell phone and calling the number on the top of the page. It was time to talk to Drake.

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Selfish

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Reader

Word Count: 3.4+k

Warning: Fluff, Angst, Smut (18+), Unprotected Sex

Summary: You and Damon have a long history together and when you find out that he’s got werewolf venom in his system and no sign of Klaus, he refuses to to take the cure. Once you comforted Damon about not taking the cure, you find out why he didn’t take it.

A/N: I know this was supposes to be out yesterday, but I got distracted and didn't get editing it. I manage to finishing it super late (2am) and I was tired and I ended up editing it today. I also didn’t plan on it being this long, but I was on a roll and I just kept writing.

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It was a quiet afternoon at the boarding which is what you needed. Things have been hectic over the last couple of weeks. Elena was turned into a vampire; Klaus was dead but then ended up he wasn't and now there's a vampire hunter out there killing every vampire he can get his hands on. As you walked into the parlor with a blood bag in your hand, you headed straight to the cart to grab a glass and poured the blood into the cup. Drinking the blood, you closed your eyes letting the blood hit the right spot. As you stared down at the blood in the cup, you took a few deep breaths as you tried not to think about the fact that you were slowly losing control for blood.

“You know what I hate? Vampire hunters.” You chugged the rest of your blood before turning around to see Damon walking in shedding his coat. Damon stepped over to the cart to grab a napkin to wipe off the blood from his shoulder.

“Well, no one told you to go and piss off a vampire hunter.” You muttered to yourself as you set your glass down to help Damon. Grabbing the napkin from him, you unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt so that you had better access to the blood.

"You know if you wanted to see me topless all you had to do was ask," Damon whispered as he gave you his famous smirk. You rolled your eyes as you shook your head slightly back and forth.

"Nothing I haven't seen before." You spoke low so that only Damon could hear just in case more people were lurking in the house. After cleaning up the blood, you took a few steps back as awkwardness and silence filled the air. “I need some air.” With that said you disappeared out of the room.

Once you walked outside there was a slight breeze with caused you to cross your arms over your chest as you held your sweater close. Standing underneath the entranceway of the house you closed your eyes as you thought back to when things were simpler. Before you were a vampire, you were a witch that was born in 1685. You were born to a powerful witch who had a child out of wedlock and was kicked out of her family. Your mother had taught you everything you need to know about being a witch and when you were attached by witch hunters, they had killed you and your mother. The only difference between your deaths was you woke up as a vampire which meant you lost your magic.

“I’m worried about you.” You pulled out of thoughts when you heard Damon speak up from behind you.

“Since when you do care about me?” You mumbled to yourself without realizing that those words slipped your mouth.

“Where is that coming from? I’ve always cared about you.” Damon lightly grabbed your upper arm, turning you around to face him.

"Well, you have a hell of a way of showing it.” You blurted out in anger that you have been holding back for so long. Damon was stunned at your outburst. He knows something as been bother you lately, but with everything that's been going on, he's kind of neglect you and he feels guilty about it. “Why don’t you just go back to Elena? Because it’s always about her.” You yanked your arm out of his grip and walked towards the forest.

“What the hell is your problem lately?” Damon vamp speed so that he was now in front of you.

“You are! This town is and I’m sick of this crap. I’m sick of fighting battles that aren’t mine to fight! And I am sure as hell sick of tired sitting around watching you and Elena do whatever it is you two are doing with each other!” With that said you disappeared into the forest not caring that Damon was calling after you.

This was one of the many arguments that you and Damon have been having lately and most of the time it was about Elena. You and Damon had a history that dated back to the early 1900s. Some people would say that you two were bad for each other and others would say that you two couldn’t live without each other. When Damon showed up in Mystic Falls after you and Stefan, things between the two of you escalated. Constantly arguing, him always dropping everything to go save Elena, and sometimes that meant he left you when you needed him the most. The Salvatore brothers were your best friends and only friends you manage to keep over the centuries. You had meet Stefan first during one of his ripper stages in the late 1800s.

The first time you meet Damon was in 1912 when you returned to Mystic Falls with Stefan for their nephew’s funeral. Then when Damon made Stefan feed on human blood again, Stefan disappeared leaving you behind and that’s when you and Damon got close. The two of you spent a few years together and after getting to know Damon, you started to develop strong feelings for him, but he was still hung up on Katherine. So, you did the one thing you do best, you flipped the switch. You tend to flip the switch when things got too much for you. You were the type of person who cares too much and once you became a vampire, you learned about the switch causing you to use it quite often. You ended up disappearing because when you had no humanity, you were not pretty to be around.

For the next 40yrs, you struggled with your humanity, turning it on and off whenever you felt your emotion start to take control. It wasn’t till the early 50s when Stefan found you and helped you turn back on your humanity and keep it on. Then in 1960 you ran into Damon again and found out he turned off his humanity, and for some reason, you were determined to help him turn it back on, which didn't go as plan. Your feeling for Damon resurfaced after a somewhat drunken one-night stand with him and after almost 10years, you flipped the switch again not wanting to feel those feelings for him again. With both you and Damon and no humanity, you were basically Bonnie and Clyde. The next 17years you and Damon traveled around and in 1977 is when the two of you settled in New York and at that point, you were completely lost with yourself.

That was the year that Stefan sent Lexi to deal with Damon while he came and personally got you to save you from yourself. After leaving Damon yet again, you felt lost without him, considering the two spent so many years together. Once your switch was back on, everything flooded back to you, all the kills you made, and of course your feelings for Damon. There was something that always drew you two back to each other, rather it was fate or just luck. When you and Stefan arrived back in Mystic Falls in 1994, Damon and returned claiming he hand turned his humanity back on and wanted to make good with the two of you. You soon found out that he was lying everything. Then you and Stefan left Mystic Falls and the two of you went your sperate ways until about two years ago and the rest is history.

As you sat down on a tree stump, tears formed in your eyes as you felt like you were falling apart. It was moments like this where you wanted nothing more than to turn off your humanity, but you worked so hard to keep yourself together for the last decade. You laid your head in the palm of your hands trying to gather yourself. Without realizing it, you felt a pair of hands grab yours causing you to look up to see Damon squatting down in front of you.

“I’m slowly losing control, Damon.” You finally admit was been going on with you lately and you felt completely broken. “I’m having a hard with controlling my urges for blood again and my emotions are all over the place and all I want to do is turn it off.”  

“Well, that's not going to happen because I won’t let it.” Damon felt terrible that he didn’t help you sooner, but he was determined to help you know no matter what it takes.

Tears rolled down your face as the damn was now broken. “Ever since that night that Klaus compelled me to suck that innocent man dry all I think about is blood and how I want to drink from the vein again.” Damon could see that you were on a verge of a breakdown and he knows that you need him right now. “I am losing control and I don’t know much longer I can hold on.”

“Hey, look at me.” Damon grabbed hold of your face forcing you to look at him. “I’m going to help you. I promise.” You nodded your head not believing him. Damon forcefully pulled you into his chest and that's when you completely broke down. Damon wrapped his arms around you tightly not wanting to ever let you go. Damon hated seeing you like this and he would do anything to make your suffering go away.

"Hello, sweetheart.” You stopped dead in your tracks when you heard the one voice that you thought you would never hear again. With the Veil to the other side being down Mystic Falls was crawling with ghosts who most of them were out of revenge, but you had no idea that Henry was one of them.

Slowly turning around, you saw your ex-fling who had died 250yrs ago to a stake to the heart. “Henry,” you choked out as Henry stepped out of farther from the shadows. All of a sudden, your body gets thrown up against the brick wall letting out a groan in the process.

“I see you moved on without thinking twice about me and with another vampire.” Henry tightened his grip around your neck causing you to gasp for air. “250yrs I have been watching over you and I knew you were in trouble when you first laid eyes on Damon Salvatore. How could you do this to me? To us?” Henry was raging with anger as his grip was only getting tighter.

“You died 250 years ago.” You struggled against this grip as the air from your lung escape. “Why are doing this? You and I both know that what we had was just a fling that lasted a summer.” The two of you agreed that it was just supposed to be a fling that lasted a summer, but you notice that he was catching feelings so when you went to end things, he was already dead. He had a stake through his heart, and you were left with disposing of his body.

“I loved you. Why didn't you love me back? Instead, you wanted nothing more than that." Henry pulled you back slightly before slamming you into the wall again. Henry slammed his hand into your chest wrapping his hand around your heart causing you to gasp in pain.

“Henry, please stop.” Henry slightly squeezed his hand around your heart causing you to gasp for air. “I’m sorry that I hurt you, Henry, but you knew that I couldn’t love you like the way you loved me. You need to move on. You shouldn’t haven’t held on this long.” Within a blink of an eye, Henry let go of your heart as he took one last breath as he stumbled to the floor causing you to slide down against the wall.

“Y/N,” you looked up to see Stefan standing in front of standing over Henry’s lifeless body.

“I’m okay.” You manage to speak up as your breath started to become even. Stefan extended his hand offering to help you up which you gladly took. “Did I miss the ceremony? I was a little busy.”

“No, it hasn’t started yet. We have another problem.” As Stefan pulled you up, you could see the worriedness on his face which instantly caused you to be worried. “It’s Damon. He's got werewolf venom on his system from wooden bullets that were laced with it. We are trying to get a hold of Klaus, but it’s not looking good. He refuses to take the cure. Alaric is with him now. Call him and convince him to take it because he’s not listening to me.”

God, this can not be happening. Not again. Grabbing your phone, you landed on Damon’s name and instantly click on it. “Y/N,” Alaric answered on the second ring.

“Alaric listen to me. You shoved that cure done his throat because odds are, Klaus isn’t coming through.” Anger flooded through your veins that Damon is dying, and you were miles away.

“He won’t take it, Y/N.” Clutching your eyes shut, you felt tears coming on just thinking about losing Damon. You spent so much time with Damon, and you must admit that if he dies, you probably won’t survive. You would end up turning off your humanity and never turn it back on.

The last 24hrs have been hell and all you wanted to do was sink your teeth into someone’s neck and drain them, but you have worked so hard over the last couple of months to gain control again. After Alaric called you back letting you that Klaus came through with his blood and Damon was going to be okay, you thanked whatever god was listening. Pulling up to the boarding house, you cut the engine of your car and climbed out and headed into the house. Walking into the living room, you saw Damon standing of the fireplace with a glass of bourbon in his hand.

“I wanted to apologize.” Damon didn’t bother looking up knowing you were the one that walked in the room.

“No, you don’t get apologize.” You stepped down the steps and stood a few feet away from Damon. “Why wouldn’t you take the cure? You would rather die than to be human again? Did you think of how it would make me feel if you died?” Anger pulsed through your veins as tears filled your eyes. Damon set his glass down on the table next to him before turning to fully face you.

“Yeah, I would rather die right now than to be human again because I’m selfish like that. I make bad decisions that hurt you in the end. We spent a handful of years together and I know I’m bad for you, you, and I both know that. So, I would rather die right now than then spend the rest of a miserable human life disappointing you and losing you when too old and sick. I’m not going to change, Y/N. And there no apology in the world that shows you how sorry I am for everything that I’ve done to you.” Tears welled in your eyes as Damon spoke with pain in his voice.

“Fine, then I'm selfish too." Damon snapped his head towards you and looked at you confused. “Because I would do anything to save you and if that means that if I had to travel miles away to find Klaus to get his blood then I would do it. And I’m also selfish because I realized that I can’t live without you. I've tried and it's miserable.” More tears filled your eyes as you were now pouring your heart out to him. “I’m not sorry that we spent 20 plus years together and I’m definitely not sorry that I’m in love with you, Damon. I’ve been in love with you for almost a century and I -” Damon rapidly closed the gap between the two of you and crashed his lips against yours. The kiss was gentle yet slow. Your entire body had been taken over with lust as your lips moved in sync with his.

Damon pulled away just enough to get a full look at your face. “I didn’t take the cure because I don’t want to be human if it means you’re still you. I don’t want to grow old if it means I lose you in the end." Damon frames your face with his hands then lightly stroked your cheeks with his thumbs. “I love you, Y/N.”

A smile spread across your faces, as you pulled him as close as you could to you before kissing him passionately. You wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands roamed your body making their way down to the back of your thighs. Giving them a light squeeze, you jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist and your lips not once leaving his. Damon pushed up again a nearby wall causing the stuff on the table to fall to the floor.

A small chuckled escaped your lips as you pulled away to see what had dropped. "Stefan's going to kill us if we break something.”

“He’ll get over it.” In one quick movement, he pulled you away from the wall and carried you up to his bedroom. Once inside, he laid you onto the bed with him hovering over you. His lips left a trail down your jaw eventually working his way to your neck causing you to let out a moan. His fingers found the hem of your shirt, slowly drawing it smoothly off over your head. You looked at him with a smile on your face as you reached for the buttons on his shirt and unbuttoned it, then slid off and tossed it to the floor. You stared at him, letting your eyes linger over his body. You have never seen anything as beautiful as Damon.

“I guess you got what you wanted.” He smiled down at you as he was referring to your convention a few weeks ago. “Topless and all.”

"And like I told you. Nothing I haven't seen before." You sat up leaning back on your elbows as your hair laid loose at your shoulders.

“That was over 50years ago,” he whispered gently.

“Yeah, well I remember it like it was yesterday,” you admitted and without hesitation, Damon leaned down and planted a kiss upon your lips. As you reached out, you started unfastening his pants and once they were off, he pushed you back on the bed gasping as he kissed his way down your stomaching. As he stopped at the top of your pants, he unbuttoned them and drew them down your legs and tossed them into the pile of clothes that was growing on the floor. Once the two of you were completely naked, his hand rested on the back of your thighs before gently moved them apart.

You smiled at him just as he gently slid into you and it was just the most amazing feeling in the world. He withdrew and pushed in again and you groaned at how amazing it felt. Even though it’s been 50yrs, you never once forgot about how good he felt, and you weren’t going to lie no other man could make you feel the way Damon did. He smiled at you and you knew you were smiling back at him. He repeated the motion a little faster, his breath unsteady, his hand on your hips giving them a light squeeze. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he lifted your legs so that they were around his waist. You gasped at the change in position inside of you, hitting you a spot that hasn’t been touched in a very long time.

We moved together and it felt good, it felt right. His hand moved to your thighs and you gasped as he started to touch you, his fingers grasp and if it could leave a bruise it would. He slammed into you again and again. You shut your eyes as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax. As the two of you both cried, his body relaxed and collapsed onto yours. After a moment of both of you catching your breaths, Damon rolls onto the bed next to you adjusting the sheet over this lower half. You followed his action before laying your head on the pillow and faced him and to see him smiling at you.

You reached up to touch his face and he turned in your hand and kissed the palm of it, a gesture that made your heart melt. “By the way, I would never ask you to change who you are.” You smiled at Damon, before scooting closer to him just inches away from his face. “I love you for who you are.” You whispered against his lips just as Damon kissed you with everything he had.

“I love you, Y/N.”  Damon pulled away just enough to speak before returning his lips to yours. You deepened the kiss as you pushed Damon back onto the bed before laying on top of him. For the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon in bed going at it like rabbits and cuddling and when the evening came around Damon took you out to dinner as a first date.

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[multifandom-girlie]

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚

Imagine: High School!Au. Caroline suggests secret Santa and it's no surprise who she got to buy a gift for.

Pairings: Human!Caroline x Human!Reader, Human!Elijah x Human!Reader

Warnings: Fluff 

A/N: This imagine is quite possibly the worst imagine, I've written. It's hardly even a Caroline Imagine. Genuinely I really struggled writing this one. If you have any notes or ideas/improvements that would make it better please be open and tell me ! I won't be offended, I would love feedback so I can make it better. I want to make you guys Happy with what your talking time out of your day to read :)

Caroline Forbes. She is a very special girl. In more way than just one. She's the 'Popular Girl'. The one who everyone loves and wants to be. She can be a bitch but not at Christmas time. That was her time. The time she loved. Her favourite. She may seem self-centered at times and botchy and maybe a little shallow but she is most definetely the sweetest, cheeriest and most excited around Christmas. No one could deny that. Or ruin her mood. She loves giving presents and making people happy at Christmas and that's exactly what she does. Every. Year. By organising a secret Santa between our whole friend group. Damon, Stefan, Bonnie, Elena, Elijah, Kol, Rebekah, Tyler, Matt, Myself and especially Klaus.

Last year she rigged the raffle so that when Klaus and herself picked names, she made sure it was eachothers. Turns out, Klaus really isn't that great at gift giving or REMEMBERING secret santa. So she didn't get anything but he did. A very expensive paint and paintbrush set and a designer watch, I told her not too splashout but that's what happens when Caroline is your secret santa.

We were all huddled in the lounge of my house when we picked names this year, since last year we were at the Salvatores and let's just say their Mom and Dad aren't the most discreet when having fun or in other words to express the situation, making love. So we've decided to come here instead, since my parents are at work for another couple of hours. I was sat in between my two closest friends Stefan and Klaus.

Us three have been bestfriends since Kindergarten and always will be. The friend group was just us three but then Damon decided to start bugging us with brought Elena along...which then prompted Bonnie and Caroline to join, which led too Kol, Tyler and Matt following and then Rebekah having a thing for Matt followed an then most fortunately Elijah tagged along to watch out for his sister and Kol. I've always had a massive crush on Elijah. So when he wanted to join our friend group of course I immediately said yes.

I was the first to pick mine and I'd like to blame it on fate but I got Elijah. Which I'm excited about. Yes, he does have VERY expensive taste and likes very limited things but, I know that he loves expensive suits and classic books. I'm also not exactly loosing money. My mom is a psychiatrist and part time model, although the modelling is more of a hobby and my Dad's a surgeon, I just really

I didn't mind who got me really, aslong as they didn't spend way too much on me. Of course, Caroline was my secret Santa though. I knew as soon as she picked her's out because she said and I quote “oh this is going to be so easy, they are the only person I know what to by for.” She was clueless when it came to Klaus, so she asked me. Technically, I got his present for him but whatever. We move. 

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3 day time skip(christmas Eve Eve)

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We were all huddled around my dining table about to swap gifts and Caroline has put everyone's names in to decide who gives their presetn first. Of course she was picked out first. She handed me the present and when I opened it, I was shocked to find that, yes it was expensive but she didn't buy it. It's my grandma's wedding ring that she'd obviously got back from the founders council. Tears pooled in my eyes and I felt so warmed, I placed the present on the table and bear hugged Caroline.

“You don't know how much that means to me, thankyou Caroline.”

“Your so much more than welcome Y/N.”

I sat back down beside Klaus and Stefan and they both grabbed my hands and I let my head fall on Stefan's shoulder. Next secret Santa was Klaus, He got Damon a really beautiful leather jacket and a bottle of cologne. Then we continued the secret Santa after we made jokes that Damon clearly didn't smell very good.

Stefan got Rebekah a really lovely yellow dress and a Pandora charm bracelet. 

Rebekah got Caroline a very expensive pair of earrings and some pink Jimmy choo’s.

Damon got Bonnie a emerald jewelled necklace and an orange skater dress.

Bonnie got Kol a signed baseball bat and hat from his favourite player for showcasing only.

Kol got Elena a purple charm bracelet and some Armani Diamonds.

Elena got Klaus and John vervados jacket.

Elijah got Matt a watch.

Matt got Tyler a new pair of Nike Trainers.

Tyler got Stefan some really expensive hair gel as a joke, since they weren't very close.

Last but hopefully not least, was my present. I had got Elijah a short cotton trench coat, some Vanilla aftershave with woody tones and a pack of cigars since he promised he would teach me how to smoke one.

The look on his face was indescribable. I think it's safe to say that me and Caroline are good gift gifters since we are the only ones who received emotional reactions. 

“I did promise you, maybe later ?”

I giggled and calmed myself down a bit. To distract my excitement that he liked his present to not seem to desperate. 

“Don’t rush, whenever you want ?”

“What is he talking about Y/N ?”

“We were talking the other day about how he's smoked cigars before and he told me that he'd teach me since I never have before.”

I looked at Elijah the whole time and I couldn't describe the love we sent to eachother with just a look.

Maybe I'm actually starting to like secret Santa again.

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