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The Better Brother (Damon Salvatore x M! Reader)

A small pet peeve of mine regarding Damon Salvatore fics is how people sometimes gloss over the wave of self loathing this man possesses. Since childhood he's had to bear constant comparisons with Stefan—how he wasn't enough, not as kind, etc.—so in my mind, if he does find someone he would absolutely push them away. That gave rise to this fic!

Summary: Damon finally found the one, however, thoughts of self-hatred and the constant comparison to his 'better' brother had him doubting if he even was deserving of such future.

tags: sad, in my feelings, break up, Damon thinking he's underserving, self hatred

Damon leaned against the bar of the Mystic Grill, the amber liquid in his glass catching the dim light. He swirled the bourbon absently, his mind not on the drink but on the man standing at the dartboard, a soft laugh escaping his lips as he teased Stefan for his missed throw.

M/N had come into Damon’s life like a hurricane—wild, passionate, and with a kindness that made him feel human for the first time in decades. He wasn’t supposed to fall this hard. But now that he had, every insecurity Damon carried weighed heavier on him.

He drained the glass and set it down with a little too much force, drawing a glance from M/N. Damon met his eyes and forced a smirk, but it didn’t quite reach his own. M/N tilted his head, his expression softening with concern, and made his way back over. “What’s got you brooding over here?” he teased, bumping Damon’s shoulder as he slid onto the stool beside him.

Damon shrugged, reaching for the bottle to pour himself another. “Just thinking about how life is unfairly cruel to us handsome, brooding types.”

M/N didn’t laugh. He didn’t fall for Damon’s deflections anymore.

“You’ve been distant all week,” he noted, his voice quieter now. “What’s really going on?”

Damon’s grip on the glass tightened. He hated how easily M/N saw through him, hated how good he was for him. And most of all, he hated himself for ruining what they had before it could even bloom. But Damon knew how this story ended. It was always the same. Stefan was the hero, the savior, the one who got the happy ending. Damon was the shadow lurking behind, destined to lose.

“You should go back to your darts game,” Damon said, his voice cold now, deliberately so. “I’m fine.”

M/N stared at him for a long moment, then sighed. “I know you don’t believe this, but you don’t have to push me away every time you get scared, Damon.”

Scared.

The word stung because it was true.

Later that night, Damon found himself alone in the Salvatore boarding house. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting long shadows across the room, but its warmth didn’t reach him. He sat on the edge of the couch, elbows resting on his knees, a photograph clutched in his hand.

In the photo, they were both smiling—genuine, unguarded. Damon hardly recognized himself in that moment, caught off guard by M/N’s infectious energy. The picture had been taken at the Mystic Falls Winter Festival, a day Damon had reluctantly agreed to attend. M/N had dragged him to the Ferris wheel, teasing him about being afraid of heights.

Damon hadn’t been afraid—not of the heights, at least. But the way M/N had looked at him at the top, with so much trust and warmth, had sent a different kind of fear coursing through him. For a brief moment, suspended in the sky with M/N’s laughter ringing in his ears, it felt like the world wasn’t so bleak.

He clenched his jaw and stared at the photograph for a long time, his fingers trembling slightly. “You don’t deserve this,” he muttered to himself. “You don’t deserve him.”

With a sharp breath, he shoved the picture into the drawer of the side table and slammed it shut. This was the right thing to do. Even if it hurt. Even if it tore him apart.

The next day, Stefan found Damon in the parlor. The sunlight streaming through the windows only emphasized how wrecked the oldest Salvatore looked. He was slouched in the armchair, a near-empty bottle of bourbon in front of him, his eyes distant and unfocused, as if he had been staring into nothingness for hours.

“What did you do?” Stefan’s voice cut through the oppressive silence of the room, sharp and demanding.

Damon let out a low chuckle, the sound bitter and hollow. “Relax, Saint Stefan,” he drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I did you a favor.”

Stefan’s brows furrowed as he stepped closer, his tone tightening with frustration. “What the hell does that mean?”

Damon finally lifted his gaze, his trademark smirk flickering onto his face. “He’s all yours now,” he said, the words carrying a mix of resignation and self-loathing.

He didn’t need to ask to know what Damon meant. “You broke up with him,” Stefan said, his tone flat, more a statement than a question.

Damon shrugged, his nonchalance forced and brittle. “Better for everyone that way,” he muttered, grabbing the bottle and taking another swig.

Stefan wasn’t having it. He crossed the room in two strides and snatched the bottle from Damon’s hand, setting it firmly on the table out of reach. “Better for everyone or better for you?” he snapped, his voice cutting through Damon’s feigned indifference.

Damon’s smirk flickered. He slouched further into the chair, rubbing a hand over his face. “Don’t get all noble on me, brother. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? A clean slate? No more complications? No more me standing in the way?”

Stefan stared at him, incredulous. “You really think I wanted this? That I wanted you to destroy the best thing that’s ever happened to you?”

“Spare me the lecture, Stefan,” Damon said, his tone sharp, though it lacked its usual bite. “He’ll be fine. Hell, he’ll probably thank me someday.”

Stefan shook his head, his frustration mounting. “You don’t get it, do you? M/N doesn’t want me. He never has. He chose you, Damon. And instead of fighting for him, you pushed him away because you’re too much of a coward to believe you deserve him.”

Damon’s jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists on the armrests of the chair. “Coward? Is that what you think I am?”

“Yes,” Stefan shot back without hesitation. “You’re so scared of being happy, of someone actually loving you for who you are, that you’d rather sabotage it before they can leave you. You think that’s noble? It’s not. It’s pathetic.”

Damon stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor as he loomed over Stefan. “Don’t you dare lecture me about love, Stefan. You’ve been handed every happy ending on a silver platter while I’ve had to fight for scraps.”

“And this time, you didn’t even fight,” Stefan countered, his voice soft but firm. “You just gave up. And you hurt him in the process.”

Damon’s shoulders slumped, the fight draining out of him as quickly as it had come. He turned away, staring into the dying embers of the fireplace. “You don’t understand,” he muttered, his voice barely audible. “He deserves better. Better than me.”

“Maybe that’s not your choice to make, Damon. Maybe he already decided that you’re what he wants. And maybe…just maybe, you should let yourself believe it.”

Damon didn’t respond. He couldn’t. The words sat heavy in his chest, pressing against the fragile walls he’d built around his heart. He clenched his jaw, his eyes burning as he stared into the fire, willing the tears to stay where they were. Stefan sighed, his frustration softening into something closer to pity. “You’re going to regret this,” he said quietly. “And when you do, I just hope it’s not too late.”

He turned and left the room, leaving Damon alone once again.

The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the faint crackle of the fire. Damon sank back into his chair, staring at the empty spot on the table where the bourbon bottle had been.

Deep down, he knew Stefan was right.

But knowing didn’t make it hurt any less.

And that was the curse of being Damon Salvatore.

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Imagine Damon Salvatore drinking your blood during sex 🫣

I hope he's not ooc!

(blood drinking (both Damon and reader), blood kink ig?, vampirism, gn!reader, readers a human, unprotected sex, I think this is it!)

"Holy fuck.. the things you do to me," he sighs, his voice wavering as your walls squeeze around him. He groans something about how tight you are, but you're too lost in the pleasure to understand him. All that comes out of your mouth is moans and whines. He takes one of his hands off your thigh and wraps his fingers around your neck, and he squeezes. The feeling has your eyes rolling back. His finger traces your pulse point, and he leans down to kiss it. The tips of his fangs brush against your soft skin. He kisses the spot just under your pulse and bites down. The feeling of being fucked stupid, and him drinking your blood is all too much and you aren't able to get a word about before your orgasm hits you. He takes a few more nice drinks of you before he pulls off your neck. His pace never faltered once, through the whole ordeal. When he's looking down at you, his eyes follow the drops of blood that drip down onto the bed beneath you both. He leans down once more to lick it and get one more taste of you.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰

His hips quickly snap into yours with inhuman speed. You know what he is, but it still shocks you just how fast he is. Each thrust the tip of his cock brushes against that one spot inside you that you've never been able to get with your fingers. He leans down to kiss you, a deep growl vibrates in his chest when his lips touch yours. He lifts your thighs up to wrap them around his hips, letting him get deeper than before.

"Hah... Damon, nghh," you whine and your muscles twitch, you're sensitive, and he just keeps on pounding you. "Shh... I know, I'm right here," he breathes and kisses you once more, his hips moving a big slower now, and he bites his wrist and presses it against your lips, and you quickly drink. He groans, and you can feel him twitch inside of you. It's not long before his orgasm hits him, emptying himself inside of you.

He pulls out of you, and you whimper. He lays beside you and gently strokes your face, pulling you close to kiss you. You can taste the metallic tang of your blood on his tongue, and it's the best thing you ever tasted, and from the growl he lets out into your mouth, you know he can taste his own blood on you. He litters kisses down your jaw and neck, and he kisses your pulse point once more before moving away. "You did so good for me. Now come on, let's get cleaned up, and maybe if I'm feeling nice, we'll have some shower sex," he smirks and kisses you again, effortlessly lifting you up into his arms and into the bathroom.

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Damon: "Y/N, you and I both know that I could kill you, and get my dick sucked at the same time."

Y/N: *Looks disgusted* "You're a pig."

Damon: *Smirks* "I know."

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for kinktober can I request Damon Salvatore (from The Vampire Diaries) fingering and praising a transmasc reader?

sure thing! I've never really written for damon before so sorry if he's a little out of character, I tried my best </3 thanks for requesting for kinktober!

Kinktober 2024 Day 17: Damon Salvatore fingering and praising a transmasc reader

Warnings: smut/nsfw content, vaginal fingering, praise kink, swearing, hickeys/marking, Damon's a bit of a tease, some overstimulation, could be seen as dubcon in some parts but everything was fully consented to by the reader beforehand

"There you go, baby. Such a good boy," Damon purred right next to your ear as his fingers sunk deep inside you, making you full in a way that you'd never felt before. Even when you touched yourself, you were somehow never able to get your fingers nearly as deep as he did, though he could probably attribute that to hundreds of years of experience.

You whined loudly in response, incredibly grateful that the house was currently empty. Stefan was out with Elena, which meant you wouldn't have to worry about his vampiric super hearing picking up on what was going on upstairs in his brother's room.

"Aw, baby, you're so cute when you whine like that," he teased while his fingers quickly thrusted in and out of you, his thumb just barely grazing over your clit when he spoke. "And you look so delicious right now, I could just eat you up."

God, what an asshole. He knew just how much his teasing affected you, especially in a situation like this one. He did it because he loved getting you all riled up, which he was already succeeding at doing.

An uncontrollable whimper escaped from you when his thumb fully met your clit, something you hadn't been expecting at all. Usually he took longer dragging it out before he finally made you cum, which could only mean one thing: he was most likely planning on overstimulating you, the bastard.

Of course you ended up being right, because just as soon as he gave you one toe curling, back arching orgasm he went right back at it, plunging his fingers in even deeper than before with the full intent of making you pass out with exhaustion by the time you were finally done.

"T- Too much-" you whimpered pathetically as you tried to close your thighs around his hand, but he simply used his free one to keep them propped open while he fingered you.

"Ah, ah, ah. None of that now." You'd have been pissed at the condescending tone he used when speaking to you if you weren't so caught up in the intense and overwhelming waves of arousal that were washing over your body in drove after drove.

Your entire body was shaking by this point, the tender skin of your neck raised with goosebumps when you felt him lean in and lightly trace your pulse point with the edge of his fangs.

"I bet you'd look so pretty with a couple of bite marks on you," he outwardly mused. You tensed up some, expecting him to sink his teeth in only to have him give the area a gentle kiss. "But I won't do it right now. I'll wait until a little later."

"It's too much," you suddenly said again, trying not to whine when he starting suck a few hickeys on your neck in the one or two bare spots there were (most of it had already been covered by his lovebites at an earlier time).

"Shh, I know. It's okay, sweetheart," he cooed softly, his voice uncharacteristically sweeter than it usually was. Sometimes he was unnecessarily cruel when you got so needy, but it seemed as though he was in a more forgiving and affectionate mood today. "You're being such a good boy for me, did you know that?"

His words made you let out a mewl in appreciation, your eyes hooded with a combination of both love and lust as you stared up at him from your spot on the bed. "Only for you," were the three words you managed to breathe out, your brain having become a bit foggy due to the constant bombardment of pleasure you were receiving.

A faint smirk of amusement tugged at his lips. "Only for me, huh? You're only a good boy for me, is that right?" He curled his fingers inside you, carefully nudging against that one spot that he knew always made you go wild.

A sudden gasp was pulled from you, your eyes fluttering shut as the gasp turned into a moan. Apparently he wasn't feeling nearly as forgiving as you thought. "Y- Yes, only for you. No one else."

He let out a hum in acknowledgement at your words before going back to marking up your neck again, intent on showing you just how much he agreed with your statement. "You're damn right."

Anytime his possessive side took over, you knew you were bound to end up with a few fresh hickeys along with several sore muscles, which is exactly what ended up happening. At least he was kind enough to tell you once again just how much of a good boy you were for him while cleaning you up afterwards.

"You were so good for me, sweetheart. You made me so proud with how well you took it earlier," he murmured in a low and soothing tone once you were done, his touch gentle when he used a rag to wipe you down.

All you could do was lay there as you tried to catch your breath, watching as he took care of you. The almost unbearable overstimulation you'd endured earlier was definitely worth it in exchange for his earnest words of praise.

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Jealousy

Word count: 1,145

Warnings: jealous sex, dom Damon, blowjob Damon receiving/giving male reader giving/receiving, ass eating, blood, fingering. He calls you sweetheart, dom Damon, sub Male reader

M/n: male name

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You wait patiently for your boyfriend Damon outside of your school, “hey M/n” you turn around and see Jacob, one of your teammates “hey Jacob” “who are you waiting on?” “My boyfriend” “you know I can give you a ride home” he leans in closer towards you. You hear a honk and turn to see the familiar blue car “that’s him, bye Jacob” you turn and begin to walk towards Damon’s car “later M/n”

You step into the car and turn to kiss Damon, you pull away from the kiss and Damon begins to drive “who’s that?” “My teammate” after a few minutes of silence you turn on the radio and begin to play some music. You watch as the familiar buildings begin to appear signaling that you were almost home. You watch as Damon miss is a turn “my house is that way Damon” you point to the right “you’re not going home M/n”

You hear that he sounds upset, you guys begin to drive away further from town. After a few minutes you make it into a dirt path. Damon’s car finally comes to a stop on the side of the road “what are we doing here” you turn to look at him and watch as he pulls your face into a heated kiss. After a few minutes you pull away and Damon begins to suck your neck “you belong to me M/n” “I belong to you”

You feel as he begins to scrape his fangs over your neck “can I?” “Yes” you feel as he sinks his teeth into your neck and begins to suck your blood “mhm” you grip the car seat from the pain, after a few seconds the pain begins to turn into pleasure. He pull away from your neck satisfied, you watch as he bites his wrist and brings it up to your mouth.

You slowly open your mouth and begin to taste the metallic blood “mmmhm” “you like my blood” you nod, he pulls his wrist from your mouth. You look into his ocean blue eyes “I’m sorry but I’m going to have to punish you M/n” “please do Damon” you watch as he begins to undo his jeans and he pulls out his cock “you know what to do sweetheart”

You take his cock into your hands and begin to slowly take him in your mouth, “mmm just like that” you feel as he pushes your head further so you take more of his cock into your mouth. You feel as he grips your head and begins to thrust into your mouth “fuck” he delivers one final thrust into your mouth before finally allowing you up for some air.

You look up at him and watch as he’s smiling “that’s so hot M/n, let’s take this to the back seat” you watch as he pulls his pants up and the two of you walk out of his car and into the back seat “take your clothes off” the two of you begin to remove your clothes. Once you're fully naked Damon grabs your legs and brings them up towards your chest.

You watch as he look at you “what a pretty hole” he spits into your hole and takes one of his fingers and begins to slowly insert it into you “mmhm” he removes his fingers from your hole and begins to lower his face into it. He bites the underside of your thigh making sure not to draw any blood “mmhm Damon” “you like that”

You nod “I fucking love it” he laps his tongue over your hole before shoving his face into your hole. You close your eyes tightly as he begins to eat your ass, “Da-Damon please” he removes his face from your ass “please what” “fuck me” “but I like seeing you like this all desperate for my cock” you let out a small wine “please”

“I don’t think so M/n” he lets go of your legs and sets them on his shoulders, he takes your cock in his hands before sliding his tongue from your balls all the way to your tip “mmm” “you ready” “ye-“ he takes your cock in his mouth before you finish your sentence. You throw your head back gripping his head with your thighs, your trail your hand through his hair as he begins to bob his head up and down.

“Mmhm close” he takes your cock out of his mouth “oh god Damon” “you can’t cum yet M/n” he sits and begins to pull you on top of him. You wrap your hands around his neck “im going to fucking destroy you hole” “please do” he slaps his cock near your entrance and after a few minutes you begin to sink on his cock. You lay your forehead on his moaning “I fucking love the sounds you make M/n” you smile.

You begin to slowly roll your hips on his cock loving how he throws his head back, you arch your back and begin to raise your hips up before slapping them back down. He looks at you loving how you were fucking your self on his cock, he begsin to trail his thumb on your neck before slowly pulling your neck closer towards his mouth. You feel as he sinks his fangs into your neck causing you to moan even louder.

You feel as blood begins to trail down your neck, Damon pulls away from your neck and pulls you into a kiss. You moan into each others mouths and you taste your blood in his mouth, you pull away from the kiss “fuck me Damon I want you to be rough” you feel as he grips your hips and raises you over his cock.

“You ready” you nod and you feel as he begins to thrust into your hole at an alarming rate, you can feel as he constantly hits your prostate with his cock “Aahh” “that’s it baby” you dig your nails into Damon’s shoulder as you feel your climax approaching “close” you take your cock in your hands and begin to jerk yourself off. After a few minutes you finally cum all over Damon’s chest “mmhm” Damon continues to thrust into you after your orgasam clearly chasing his own high.

“Fuck” he delivers one final thrust into you cumming deep inside of you “fuck” you stay on top of him moving some strands of hair from his forehead “you know you don’t have to get jealous” “I know, I can’t help it. It always leads to jealous sex and I love jealous sex” you smile and lean in to kiss him “I know” you slowly raise your hips up and sit next to him “can we go to your place?” He turns to look at you “what ever you want M/n” and pulls you into a kiss.

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Late Night Talking/ Caroline Forbes x Male Reader

In which, Caroline Forbes, upset and alone, meets Y/n Salvatore, Damon’s twin brother.

Word count: 3874

A/n: I forgot I had this in my drafts. Enjoy it!

The streets of Mystic Falls were drenched in the dim glow of the streetlights, flickering just slightly, as if they too were growing weary of the quiet. It was late, and the town, typically buzzing with life, now lay silent under the cover of night. The only sound that broke the stillness was the soft, uneven breaths of Caroline Forbes, sitting alone on a bench by the side of the road.

She wiped at her face hastily, trying to hide the evidence of her tears even though no one was around to see. Her heart felt heavy, crushed beneath the weight of Elena’s words. Elena had never meant to be cruel, but sometimes her well-meaning observations cut deeper than intended.

“You’ve always needed to be the best, Caroline. Maybe it’s time to stop trying so hard.”

Caroline heard the words over and over, like a loop in her mind, each repetition digging deeper into her insecurities. She had changed so much since becoming a vampire—stronger, more confident—but deep down, the old wounds hadn’t fully healed. And Elena, in her innocent way, had unknowingly ripped them wide open.

She wiped her face again, frustrated at herself for crying in the first place. She wasn’t supposed to be this fragile anymore. She was supposed to be stronger than this.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the distance, slow and steady, breaking through the silence of the night. Caroline tensed, her vampire instincts sharpening immediately. She turned her head slightly, scanning the shadows. The footsteps were calm, unhurried, as if the person walking wasn’t in any rush at all. When the figure came into view, Caroline stiffened, her breath catching in her throat.

He was tall, dark-haired, and familiar—too familiar. But this wasn’t Stefan. And it wasn’t Damon, either. It was like looking at Damon, but there was something different in his face, something older, more measured. His features were a little softer, his gaze less predatory, yet there was an undeniable connection to the Salvatore brothers.

The man stopped a few feet away from her, hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable. He watched her for a moment, studying her in silence before he finally spoke.

“You’re Caroline, right?” His voice was smooth and deep, but not unkind.

Caroline blinked, still trying to wrap her mind around who he was. “Yeah,” she said cautiously. “And you are…?”

“Y/n,” he replied with a small nod, his tone casual as if he hadn’t just dropped a bombshell. “Damon’s twin brother. Older, technically.”

Her eyes widened. Twin brother? Damon had never once mentioned a twin. It was hard enough dealing with two Salvatores—one who was endlessly brooding, the other infuriatingly smug—but now there was a third?

“Damon has a twin?” she asked, her voice a mix of disbelief and wariness. “How is that something he’s never mentioned?”

Y/n gave a small chuckle. “Damon’s not exactly forthcoming about his past, is he?”

She couldn’t argue with that.

He moved a little closer, his expression softening as he took in her tear-streaked face. “Mind if I sit?” he asked, gesturing toward the bench beside her.

Caroline hesitated, glancing down at the ground before nodding. “Sure, I guess.”

Y/n sat down next to her, though he left enough space between them to avoid making her uncomfortable. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, and neither did she. The silence stretched, but it wasn’t tense. It was… oddly comforting.

“Rough night?” he finally asked, his tone gentle, like he already knew the answer.

Caroline gave a short, bitter laugh. “You could say that.” She bit her lip, trying to push back the tears that threatened to spill over again. She hated feeling this way—weak, vulnerable—but it had all just been too much.

Y/n didn’t press, didn’t ask any more questions, which somehow made it easier for her to speak. “Elena said some stuff,” she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Stuff I know she didn’t mean to hurt me, but it did. It just… feels like no matter how much I change, no one sees it. I’ll always be the girl who tries too hard, who’s never good enough.”

Her voice cracked on the last words, and she cursed herself inwardly for letting it show.

Y/n was quiet for a moment, and when he spoke, his voice was low and thoughtful. “It’s hard when the people who matter to you don’t see who you’ve become. They get stuck on the version of you they’ve always known.”

Caroline glanced at him, surprised by the understanding in his tone. “How would you know?”

He smiled faintly, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’ve been around a long time, Caroline. Long enough to know that sometimes, people hold on to the past, even when the person in front of them has changed.”

She didn’t say anything, but his words resonated with her more than she expected. There was something about him, something that made her feel like he understood her without judgment. He wasn’t like Damon, who was all sharp edges and hidden vulnerabilities, or Stefan, who always tried to save everyone. Y/n was… different. Calmer. Wiser, maybe.

“I don’t know why I care so much,” Caroline muttered, more to herself than to him. “I’m a vampire. I’m supposed to be stronger than this.”

“Being strong doesn’t mean you can’t be hurt,”Y/n said softly. “It just means you’ve learned how to survive it.”

Caroline looked up at him, meeting his eyes for the first time since he’d sat down. There was no pity there, no condescension. Just a quiet understanding, as if he’d lived through the same kind of pain she was feeling now.

“I get it,” he continued, leaning back slightly. “Being compared to the people around you—people who seem perfect, like they have everything together—it’s exhausting. But you’ve built your own path, Caroline. You’re not just living in their shadows. You’ve got your own light.”

She swallowed hard, blinking rapidly to keep the tears from falling again. “It doesn’t always feel like it,” she admitted. “Especially with Elena. It’s like she doesn’t even see me sometimes. Like I’ll never be as important as her or Bonnie or… anyone.”

Y/n sighed softly, his expression turning somber. “It’s hard when someone doesn’t see the worth you know you have. But that doesn’t mean it’s not there. You’ve done more than just survive, Caroline. You’ve thrived. And no one—Elena included—can take that away from you.”

Caroline stared at him, her heart clenching at his words. It wasn’t just what he said, but the way he said it like he truly believed it. Like he saw her in a way that no one else ever had.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” she asked, her voice thick with emotion. “You don’t even know me.”

Y/n smiled, this time a little softer. “Maybe it’s because I know what it’s like to feel like you don’t measure up. And maybe I can see that you’ve been fighting that battle for a long time.”

Caroline didn’t know how to respond to that, so she just sat there, the weight of his words settling over her like a blanket of comfort. For the first time in a long while, she didn’t feel like she had to be perfect. She didn’t feel like she had to prove anything.

She just felt… seen.

“Thanks,” she whispered, wiping at her face one last time. “For sitting with me. For saying all that.”

“Anytime,” Y/n replied, his voice soft but sincere. “And for the record, you don’t need to prove anything to anyone. Least of all, to Elena.”

Caroline nodded, her heart lighter than it had been in hours. She wasn’t sure what to make of Y/n Salvatore yet, but for now, it didn’t matter. He had been there when she needed someone, and that was enough.

As they sat in comfortable silence, side by side on the quiet street, Caroline couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t as alone as she had thought.

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The silence between Caroline and Y/n wasn’t oppressive, nor was it awkward. It was a shared quiet, the kind where neither felt the need to fill the space with meaningless words. Caroline wasn’t sure what had brought Y/n to Mystic Falls or what his intentions were, but for now, he wasn’t pushing for answers, and neither was she.

She drew a deep breath, letting the cool night air steady her racing thoughts. Elena’s words still stung, but they weren’t the sharp, gnawing pain they had been an hour ago. Talking to Y/n—this new, mysterious older Salvatore—had brought her some strange form of comfort. He didn’t know her past, didn’t hold her up to some impossible standard like Elena sometimes did. He didn’t expect her to be perfect.

Y/n shifted slightly beside her, and Caroline noticed the subtle tension in his posture. His relaxed demeanor only masked something deeper, something unsettled beneath the surface. She wasn’t the only one with weight on her shoulders.

“Why now?” Caroline finally asked, her voice soft but curious. “Why come to Mystic Falls after all this time? Damon never mentioned you.”

Y/n let out a breath that could’ve been a laugh but was too quiet and resigned. “That doesn’t surprise me. Damon and I… we don’t exactly keep in touch.”

She raised an eyebrow, glancing sideways at him. “That’s putting it lightly, I’m guessing.”

Y/n gave her a knowing look, his eyes reflecting the dim glow of the streetlights. “Damon’s always been the stubborn one. Even more so than me, and that’s saying something.”

Caroline couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips. “I can’t imagine anyone more stubborn than Damon.”

Y/n chuckled, a real laugh this time, and the sound was surprisingly warm. “Trust me, it’s a family trait. But Damon… he’s always seen things in black and white. You’re either with him or against him. It’s hard to live in those shades of gray when you’ve known someone that long.”

There was a depth to his words, something personal hidden in the lines he didn’t say. Caroline found herself wanting to ask more, but at the same time, she didn’t want to push. She knew enough about complicated sibling relationships—she and Elena weren’t related by blood, but sometimes it felt like they were, with all the emotional baggage that came with it.

“What about Stefan?” Caroline asked instead, steering the conversation somewhere less tense. “Do you have the same… history with him?”

Y/n paused, considering her question before answering. “Stefan and I are different. He was always the one who tried to keep things together between us. The peacekeeper, if you will.”

Caroline nodded, understanding completely. “Yeah, that sounds like Stefan.”

Y/n’s gaze softened slightly, and for a moment, he seemed lost in thought. “He was young when we were turned. Still figuring out who he was. I think Damon and I… complicated that for him.”

Caroline glanced at Y/n. His voice held a trace of regret, and it made her wonder just how deep the history between the Salvatore brothers went. She knew Stefan’s story or at least parts of it, and she knew Damon’s. But Y/n was still a mystery. He carried himself differently than either of them—less brooding than Stefan, less volatile than Damon. He had a calmness to him, but there was something guarded behind his eyes like he wasn’t quite ready to let anyone in.

“I don’t want to pry,” Caroline said cautiously, sensing the heaviness of his past. “But what happened between you and Damon? I mean, if you don’t mind me asking.”

Y/n smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Damon and I have always been two sides of the same coin. We’re both stubborn, but we wanted different things from the world. I tried to pull him back when he was spiraling, and he didn’t appreciate that. And after a while, we just… stopped trying.”

His words hung in the air, weighted with years of conflict and strained relationships. Caroline could hear the pain beneath the surface, though Y/n spoke with a calmness that belied just how deep it ran.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, surprising herself with how much she meant it. She knew what it was like to lose someone—to feel that disconnect between you and a person you once thought would always be in your life.

Y/n looked at her, and for a moment, there was something in his gaze that felt almost… grateful. “Thank you,” he said quietly. “But that’s why I’m here now. I’ve spent too long running from the past. Maybe it’s time I faced it.”

Caroline tilted her head, studying him. “And Damon? What’s he going to think when he finds out you’re here?”

Y/n chuckled again, though it was laced with a hint of sadness. “Knowing Damon, he’ll either pretend I don’t exist, or he’ll make it his mission to push me out of town.”

“Sounds like Damon,” Caroline agreed, rolling her eyes fondly. “He’s not exactly big on brotherly reunions.”

“No, he isn’t,” Y/n admitted. “But we’ll see. Maybe things will be different this time.”

They fell into silence again, but it was less heavy now, the conversation had shifted to something more familiar—Damon’s inevitable dramatics. Caroline found herself relaxing, the tension in her shoulders easing. She hadn’t expected to find herself sitting on a bench, talking about life with a Salvatore brother she’d never known existed, but here she was. And somehow, it felt… nice.

Y/n leaned back, looking up at the sky as if lost in thought. “You know, it’s funny,” he mused. “I’ve been alive for centuries, seen more than I can remember, and yet… some things never change.”

Caroline glanced at him. “Like what?”

“Like the need to prove yourself to the people you care about,” he said, his voice quiet but carrying a weight of experience. “No matter how old you get, that never really goes away.”

His words struck a chord with Caroline, and she couldn’t help but feel the truth in them. She had spent so long trying to prove herself—to Elena, to her friends, to herself. Even now, as a vampire, she was still trying to show everyone that she was more than the insecure girl she used to be.

“Yeah,” she murmured. “I guess some things don’t change.”

Y/n turned his head, meeting her gaze, and for a moment, there was a shared understanding between them. They were both fighting battles no one else could see, both carrying burdens that went beyond the surface. And in that moment, it didn’t matter how different their stories were—because the weight of their struggles felt eerily similar.

“Whatever Elena said,” Y/n began, his voice soft but steady, “it doesn’t define you. You’re more than what other people think, Caroline.”

Caroline blinked, feeling a lump rise in her throat. She didn’t know how to respond to that, so she just nodded, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. She wasn’t used to hearing those kinds of words, especially not from someone like Y/n, who barely knew her but somehow seemed to understand her better than most.

“Thanks,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Y/n smiled a genuine, kind smile. “Anytime.”

They sat in silence for a while longer, the night stretching on around them. And for the first time in what felt like ages, Caroline didn’t feel quite so alone.

Maybe Y/n was right. Maybe she didn’t have to prove herself to anyone. Maybe it was enough to just be Caroline—strong, flawed, and enough just as she was.

Bonus chapter:

It was one of those nights that seemed to come all too often in Mystic Falls—tense, filled with whispered plans and barely contained anxiety. The air was thick with the scent of pine, the occasional sound of wildlife echoing through the woods. The Scooby Gang stood gathered in a clearing, their usual meeting spot when something dangerous was looming.

Elena, Stefan, Bonnie, and Caroline were waiting, a slight chill in the air making the night feel colder than it was. Stefan stood with his arms crossed, watching the treeline intently, while Elena paced restlessly nearby. Bonnie, ever the calm center of their group, was seated on a fallen log, flipping through a spellbook she’d brought along in case things went sideways.

Caroline was unusually quiet, a fact that hadn’t gone unnoticed by anyone, especially Stefan.

“You okay, Care?” Stefan asked, his tone soft but concerned as he stepped closer to her. She had been acting a little off all evening, and while Stefan trusted her, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was bothering her.

Caroline looked up at him, blinking away her thoughts. “Yeah,” she said quickly, flashing him a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m fine.”

Before Stefan could press further, Damon strolled into the clearing, his usual swagger in full force. “Alright, let’s get this over with. I’ve got better things to do than hunt down some rogue vampire.”

Elena shot him a look. “Like what? Drinking yourself into a stupor?”

Damon smirked. “Don’t knock it till you try it.”

Before anyone could respond, a new voice cut through the night, cool and casual. “Is this how you always greet a crisis? With bickering?”

Y/n stepped into the clearing, his presence commanding attention immediately. Damon rolled his eyes, but the rest of the group froze, their eyes flicking between Y/n and Caroline, who was watching him with an expression that was hard to read.

“Who the hell are you?” Elena asked, her voice filled with suspicion. She shot a glance at Stefan, who looked just as confused as she was. Bonnie straightened up, her eyes narrowing as she looked Y/n up and down.

“Y/n,” Damon said, his voice dripping with irritation. “My twin brother. Thought it would be fun to waltz into town and make everything more complicated.”

Y/n smiled, but it was the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I wasn’t aware my presence was complicating things. I’m here to help, after all.”

“Wait—your twin?” Bonnie asked, her gaze shifting between Y/n and Damon. “As in, another Salvatore?”

Stefan looked like he’d been hit with a ton of bricks. “Y/n...?”

“Hello, brother.” Y/n smiled at his shocked younger brother. “ I see you've grown now.”

Damon groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Yes, yes, I have a twin. Older, wiser, more handsome, blah, blah, blah. Can we focus on the actual problem here? The rogue vampire?”

Elena, clearly thrown off by this sudden revelation, looked at Y/n with suspicion. “Why didn’t you ever mention him before?”

Damon shrugged, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “Because he’s been doing his own thing for a couple of centuries. What does it matter?”

“It matters because we’re all just supposed to accept another Salvatore is walking around town now?” Bonnie asked, her voice filled with the same wariness Elena was feeling.

Y/n chuckled, though there was a hint of something darker in his eyes. “You don’t have to accept anything. I’m here for one reason only—to help you with the threat. After that, you won’t even know I’m here.”

Elena crossed her arms, clearly not convinced. “And why should we trust you? We don’t even know you.”

Before Y/n could respond, Caroline spoke up, her voice surprisingly calm. “I know him.”

That got everyone’s attention.

Elena’s head whipped around to stare at Caroline, her eyes wide with shock. “You know him? Since when?”

Stefan looked equally confused. “Caroline... how?”

Caroline shifted uncomfortably, glancing at Y/n, who met her gaze with a calm, measured look. “I... ran into him the other night. We talked.”

“We talked,” Damon mimicked, raising an eyebrow at her. “Care to elaborate on what kind of ‘talking’ went down?”

Caroline shot him a glare, her patience clearly wearing thin. “It wasn’t like that, Damon. He just... found me. We talked. About stuff. It wasn’t a big deal.”

Elena still looked like she was processing this new information, but Bonnie, ever the sharp one, narrowed her eyes. “And you didn’t think to mention this?”

Caroline bit her lip, glancing at the group before sighing. “It didn’t seem relevant at the time. He’s not here to hurt anyone. He was actually... kind of helpful.”

Elena blinked, clearly not expecting that. “Helpful? Damon’s twin?”

Damon let out an exaggerated sigh. “Oh, come on, I can be helpful sometimes.”

“No, you can’t,” Bonnie shot back flatly.

Y/n smiled at the exchange, stepping closer to the group. “Look, I understand why you’re cautious. I would be too, if I were in your shoes. But I’m not here to cause problems. I’m here because I know how dangerous this vampire is. And like it or not, you’ll need my help.”

Stefan finally spoke up, his voice calmer than the others. “What do you know about this rogue vampire?”

Y/n’s expression grew serious. “I’ve been tracking him for weeks. He’s older than you think, stronger too. His tactics are brutal. He won’t hesitate to kill anyone who gets in his way. And he has a grudge against our family, Stefan. Specifically, against me and Damon.”

Stefan’s face hardened at the mention of the threat being personal. “Why you?”

“ Our family crossed him centuries ago,” Lucian explained, his tone grim. “He’s been biding his time, waiting for the right moment to strike.”

Damon, surprisingly, grew serious as well, his usual arrogance slipping away. “So, we’re dealing with a vendetta. Fantastic.”

“We’ve handled worse,” Elena said, though there was a hint of doubt in her voice. “But if this guy is as dangerous as you say, then we need to be prepared.”

Bonnie, who had been quietly watching Y/n throughout the conversation, finally spoke again. “If you’re here to help, then prove it.”

Y/n met her gaze, his expression unreadable. “I will. When the time comes, you’ll see.”

Damon crossed his arms, a slight smirk on his face. “I still say we don’t need him. But hey, it’s not like I can stop him from getting involved.”

“Just stay out of my way, Y/n,” Lucian replied coolly. “And we’ll get along just fine.”

Stefan stepped forward, his eyes focused on Lucian. “Whatever history you two had in the past, leave it out of this. We need to work together, now.”

Y/n’s expression softened slightly as if he respected Stefan’s resolve. “Agreed.”

The tension in the air lessened, but it didn’t disappear entirely. The Scooby Gang was still on edge, and Y/n’s presence wasn’t exactly comforting to most of them. But they had a common goal now, and for the moment, that was enough.

As they began discussing their plan to deal with the rogue vampire, Caroline found herself standing beside Y/n, who glanced at her with a quiet smile.

“Thanks,” he murmured, his voice low so the others couldn’t hear. “For vouching for me.”

Caroline gave him a small smile in return. “Don’t make me regret it.”

Y/n chuckled softly. “I won’t.”

As the group prepared for the looming threat, Caroline couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of relief. Y/n was still a mystery, but she had a feeling that maybe, just maybe, he was exactly what they needed.

What she needed.

[eepwtf]

every time i go to wattpad in hopes of finding good tvd, or spn fanfics i get excited until i see titles like…

“ the forgotten gilbert ”

“ the lost mikaelson ”

“ the forbidden winchester ”

LIKE…. take your ass back and fix that shit NEOW.

ITS SO LAZY😕😕 where’s the, dare i say, pizzazz??!

N OMG THE LACK OF DIVERSITY

it kills me, like where is the imagination?! and they always give the worst personalities to their mc, and it’s not like bad, it’s cringe.

[smuttycentre]

THE FIRST VAMPIRE pt.2 (DAMON SALVATORE)

M/n: Male reader

Word count:

Synopsis: After claiming a place to stay and Matt Donovan you take interest in the new bad boy in town. This is set in series one, episode one

Warnings: blood sucking, 3-way kissing, top!Damon, submissive!Damon, bottom!reader, unprotected sex, rimming

Author Note: This is part of a series where you are an upgraded original vampire in The Vampire Diaries. You can compel anyone and everyone including the originals, witches and hunters. The goal is to fuck everybody in this series while following the timeline of the original series and introducing new characters as they come into the show.

You woke up to the soft sound of Matt, your partner breathing deep while sleeping. Last night was a great night and it only marked the start of your journey to conquer the town of Mystic Falls.

You turned to him and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

“Sleep tight, baby” you whispered as you got up and left.

Last night was amazing but you wanted more. You craved attention, affection and desire. Your lust for men is growing and there’s only one thing to do. Claim someone new.

You walk around the town all day watching the townsmen and finding your next person to fuck. No one yet.

…

The sun set and there was still no one. You could always come back home to Matt, but you want to suprise him, give him someone for when you are away. Someone for you both to play with.

“Ahhhhh” you hear someone scream in the woods. There is a party going on so you assume it’s just a girl having fun. But then you smell blood.

A snack. You think. You zoom over to the woods and find the girl. You notice her from photos in Matts… your house. It’s Matts sister?

You crouch over her body bleeding out. “There’s another vampire in town?” You question. “Awww, what a shame. We can’t let you die, yet”

You get out your phone and call for a paramedic. While waiting there you touch your hands to her bite marks and get some of her blood on you. You then suck your fingers and enjoy the taste of her blood.

SNAP. You hear a twig snap and you get up and turn towards the source. What was once empty space was now a figure in leather. You can’t quite make out who it is.

“I thought that me and my brother were the only bloodsuckers in town.” The figure said. “We can’t let people knowing I’m here, let’s change that.”

With that, the figure picked up a piece of wood and zoomed over to you. You’ve been around thousands of years and nothing catches you off guard. He struggles to impale you in your heart but this is nothing for you, he was strong but but strong enough for you.

With him this close to you, you can see him clearer. He had smooth pale skin and shaggy dark hair. You could smell alcohol on his breath, what’s that? Bourbon.

“You’re strong” he exclaimed. You smiled, enjoying his struggle to hurt you. He will only hurt you when you allow him.

Even though this mysterious man was a vampire, you are the first vampire. An elite type of vampire. The sun does not hurt you. You can compel even the strongest of minds even witches. With this knowledge you look at him in the eyes and start to speak.

“Stop what you are doing. Don’t move. Don’t make a sound. Answer each question truthfully.”

His grip on the piece of wood dropped and so did his grip on you. He stepped back a little to allow you space to move. You circled around him with him staying completely still.

“Who are you?”

“Damon Salvatore” he replied

“How many vampires are there in this town?”

“Just me and my younger brother”

“What are you doing in this town?”

“I am trying to get a vampire named Katherine out of a tomb she in trapped in. And my brother is infatuated with a student who looks just like her”

Interesting. This Damon guy is still frozen you think. And that small drop of the girls blood beside you was not enough.

You stand behind Damon and tilt his head over. You move to his ear and whisper seductively “You’re going to be mine” and then you sink your teeth into his smooth neck.

Damon moans in pain but that only makes you want to drink more. You release your fangs and wipe your mouth. You then move to the front of him and without compelling you say “drink me.”

You tilt your neck and await for his lips to press down on you. Nothing happens.

“You’re going to need your strength back. I’ve got all night. Drink from me” you order.

Reluctantly he moves his head to your neck and gets his teeth out. He then bites into your skin and starts sucking you, draining from you. You enjoy this feeling. You’re in euphoria.

After a while you break his head away from you and look at him. He is still frozen until you say. Your blood is all over his mouth and you go in close and start licking it off his face. He looks at you, not scared but slightly thrilled. This is hot.

“The paramedics will be here for your snack soon. Let’s get out of here.” You lean down to Vicky and compel her to forget everything.

…

“Where are we going?” Damon asked as he is compelled to follow you.

“Your new home” you reply with a smile.

…

“Matt” you shouted as you opened the front door. Boom-boom-boom you hear as Matt comes running down the stairs.

“Hello love” he excitedly said as he came over and kissed you.

“Hello. This is Damon Salvatore. Can he come in? I think he will be a lot of fun”

“Of course. Come in” he said. You all go into the living room and Matt offers you a drink. You accept and go for his neck.

Damon is just stood in the middle of the room. You give Matt another passionate kiss. You are so glad that he is yours.

You turn towards Damon. “I think for you. I’m not going to making you do anything that you don’t want to.” You move closer to him and say into his eyes: “You will give in to every instinct you have deep down. Lust, allure, touch.”

“You will not leave my sight” you say. Damon nods and understands.

“Do you want to fuck me?” You ask.

“No” Damon yelled.

“Well of course not, I haven’t made you want me yet.” You walk towards Matt. “Let’s show him what he’s missing baby”

Matt smiled knowing what was coming. You start making out. His warm lips pressing against you, turning you on. You take Matts top off revealing his sexy body and hard nipples.

You move down to them and start licking them. Both of you make approving noises.

“Fuck yes m/n” Matt exclaimed.

“Mmm-hmmm” you reply still sucking on his nipples.

Damon is still watching, not showing any expression. You go over to him and grabs his crotch.

“Hmm, not fully hard yet but getting there. I know you’ll want me.” You move close to his face and start kissing him. He is resisting but something tells you that he likes it.

While kissing him you gesture Matt to come over. The hot, shirtless jock came over and you started to have a 3-way kiss. There was a noise, so tiny but there. It was the moan from Damon. He was resisting less, giving in to his desires.

You moved your hands onto Damon’s chest. His muscle-fit black t-shirt was showing off his incredible muscles and pecs. Your fingers slid onto his nipples and you gave them a tug.

“Ughhh” Damon moaned and with that you took full control of the kiss. You slid your tongue into his mouth and he didn’t resist at all. You’ve won. Matt went out knowing to leave you two alone. Just you and Damon alone in the room.

You carry on kissing as Damon allowed you to unbutton his jeans. He then took them off leaving him just in his tight top and his underwear.

“Hmmm. I think we’ll leave your top on, it’s hotter.” You tell him. Your hands travel from his nipples to his now hard dick hidden underneath his black underwear.

His heart skipped a beat when you touched his goods.

“Do you want me to suck you off?” You ask.

“Yes” Damon said very quickly.

“Well, if you insist” you say as you lower down to your knees.

With his underwear still on you start kissing softly the outline of his dick. You know it is going to be a good one. After about 10 gentle kisses you finally give in and take his underwear off revealing his hard 8 inch penis. This was the biggest one you’ve ever seen. You even gasped at the size of it.

You grabbed onto his dick and slowly took the tip inside your mouth. You moved your tongue around inside your mouth making his entire tip wet.

You then decided to go deeper. You opened your mouth wider and started to go down on him. His cock tasted so good in your mouth. It was where it belonged.

Damon started thrusting his hips forward and back deeper into your throat. You started gagging as he kept going deeper and deeper inside you. He was really enjoying this and you didn’t even have to compel him to force him. You simply allowed him to be who he really was deep down.

His wet dick carried on thrusting into you until you wanted more. You stood up and asked “Do you want your dick inside my hole now?”

“Oh yes please” he said. He then leaned in for a kiss and this shocked you.

“What? Do you not want that?” He asked.

“I do. It’s just. I wasn’t expecting you to want me so much.” You say pleased.

He smiled an evil smile and and started to undress you. In a flash you were fully naked and facing each other. He turned you around and you dropped your hands onto the couch so that you were bending over and your arse was exposed.

You laughed as you just let him take over. Before you knew it Damon was leaning down and his face was in your arse crack. He started sniffing and licking all at the same time. This felt exhilarating.

Lick lick. Your arse was being devoured and you was enjoying every second.

Then for a few seconds the licking stopped. Just as you were about to turn round to see what was going on you felt his long dick enter you so smoothly and so suddenly.

You yelped out in pleasure as you tensed your hole around his dick making him moan. There was no going slowly for Damon. He was all the way in and out of you 3 times a second. He was so skilled and fast you knew he was a good choice.

After a while in that position he ejected from you and you turned around to lay on the couch. Damon followed you down and grabbed your legs as he pulled your hole towards him.

Your cheeks were spread waiting for him to re-enter you again and he happily obliged. Again you both moaned from the pleasure of each other. He lowered onto you and started to kiss again.

He carried on kissing you and exploring your mouth while he was pounding you so quickly. His raw dick inside you felt so good it brought you immense pleasure.

Faster and faster he went.

“I’m gonna cum” Damon yelled.

“Do it. Do it inside of me.” You begged.

And within a matter of seconds, Damon’s warm seed oozed inside of you. 5 full loads of white treasure explored deeper inside you. You felt each load as it shot out of Damon.

You both moaned at each load from the joy it brought you. It seemed to last an eternity. You grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him close.

“You’re mine.” You say.

“I’m yours” he replies.

“And just to make sure…” you start to compel him, “you will do everything I say. You belong to me. You are mine. Your sole purpose is to please and serve me.”

“Yes Master” he replied as he collapsed on top of you panting.

Who next you thought. Maybe that brother?

[imaginefan]

Never To Plan

Klaus Mikaelson!Father X Son!Reader Damon Salvatore X Male!Reader

Word Count: 1069

Requested: @emaz-0225

Request: Hello I love your work but can you do a imagine where your the son of Katherine and Klaus and your just like them and your best friend is Kai Parker and your trying to get him out of the Prison World. You come into Mystic Falls and you See your old friend Stefan Dating your moms look alike and you fall for Damon and you guys start dating. Klaus comes into town and your thrown into WWW 3 so you go to Europe and then called back to the drama when Hayley is pregnant and you get along with Josh and Hayley and Davina but when Hope is born you sacrifice yourself to The crazy Aunt but you find out Damon is with Elena now and you turn off your emotions

You had come to Mystic Falls in search of a way to get your friend out of the Prison World but you ended up getting a little side tracked with Damon Salvatore catching your attention your plan stopped dead in it’s tracks, well kind of, you were still looking for ways to get him out but you were hitting more roadblocks then you wanted. That being said the real problem was your father, you were thrown into a fight you wanted no part in and so with no way to save both sides you take a step back and instead go to Europe in hopes of getting your search for Kai back on track and finding what you had really travelled all this time for.

That was how you found yourself in a small cafe in the east of London on the phone to your father who was in New Orleans “well what a surprise, I didn’t expect to hear from you.” You said as you answered the call. “I need your help.” He said. “Is that so?” You asked, taking a sip of the hot drink in front of you as you winked at the waitress who brought it over. “You have a sister.” He said. “You know that doesn’t surprise me.” You mumbled, you could feel his glare from across the sea. “What does that mean?” He asked. “We both know what that means.” You shuffled in your seat “what does your daughter have to do with me? What do you suddenly need your estranged son for?” “I need to show someone what a true king looks like and what his prince is capable of.” Klaus answered. “This king is you?” You downed the last of the drink before nodding in thanks to the girl who had served you before standing up. “And you, the prince.” Klaus confirmed. “No need to flatter me your highness, I know I’m only a prince in name.” You said as you walked back to the hotel that you were staying in. “Then prove to them that you are not.” He hung up the phone after that.

When you got to New Orleans a lot had already happened but the only thing that you did know was that it was that your father offered you a chance to make a mess and you had been bored for a few months now. “So you’re Marcellus, correct?” You asked as you looked at the man standing in the middle of the courtyard. “Who are you?” He asked. “(Y/N).” Rebekah said from her place next to Marcel. “Auntie Bekah, don’t tell me you’d abandon your family for a man?” You teased as you stepped closer. “He thinks that you would be enough to beat every vampire in this city?” Marcel asked, drawing your attention back to him. “Sunshine, I was born better than any vampire, werewolf or witch that you can throw at me but please do try.” You smirked “where are your forces anyway I’m itching to snap a neck and if it’s not them it will be you.” Someone grabbed you from behind, throwing you back into the wall “here we go.” You easily ripped apart the first few men next attacking together and getting a few hits in before you took them down, your hand in the chest of the last to attack you before you heard. “Hold on a moment.” Klaus said as he walked into the room “Marcel it seems that your men aren’t up to the challenge.” “Klaus.” Marcel glared. “Here I have a coin!” Klaus put it down on the floor “whoever picks up this coin will be spared his game!” “Game?” You squeezed the heart that resided in the chest you had punched through “I don’t think they are having much fun.” “But you are.” Klaus smirked, your eyes drawn to Rebekah as she whispered something to Marcel, you watched carefully as he stepped forward and bent, picking up the coin, you smirked as you pulled your hand from the man's chest and let him fall. “Nicely done your highness, I’ll be leaving then?” You asked and Klaus smirked. “Why would the prince leave his kingdom?”

It was years before real trouble found your family, you don’t know why it took so long but as your aunt claimed right to you or your sister, you decided that it would be you that she took, you had no intention of giving someone else in your place and so you left with her before anyone could stop you.

You honestly expected it to take longer, for her to break you but it only took her a few weeks to find out what you had left for your family what you hoped to one day go back to and took you to Mystic Falls told you to go and see the man that you had left, you walked into the boat house happier than you had in years and it was torn from you in seconds “(Y/N)?” Damon asked, you swallowed as you looked between the two, Damon and Elena more friendly then they were when you had left. “How long?” You asked. “(Y/N)-” “How long?” You asked again, fists curled so tight that you thought you might break your own hand. “You know what it doesn’t matter because I was told by so many people that you would break me-” “Break you!?” Damon asked. “You were the one that left!” “To protect every one of you because if my father had made me fight with him, you would have likely been the only one I would have convinced him to leave alive.” You answered. “Nice to know that you can think the worst of me.” “I-” “You had everything that I had left to give so if you’ll excuse me I have a prison to get back to.” You muttered. “(Y/N) wait!” Elena was the one that called out this time but when you turned back they all saw it, the dead look behind your eyes. “If you ever come near me again, either one of you, I will take the part of you that you love the most and twist it into your worst nightmare.” You threatened. “Come (Y/N), we have work to do.” Dahlia said as she gestured for you to follow her, you turned leaving the two alone in the house.

*Part 2*

Requests and general question!

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MASTER LIST #1

Here is a list of every fanfic I've written for easier access.

Link to Master List #2

TWILIGHT

Bella Swan

I've Moved On (Male Reader)

Summary: After the Volterra incident, Edward believes everything can return to normal, but what if Bella had moved on like he insisted? What if now it's her who breaks things off?

I've Moved On Pt. 2 (Male Reader)

Summary: Bella breaks things off with Edward, but it seems that the vampire can't accept her choice. Fearing for her safety, Bella is glad when m/n comes to her aid and handles Edward once and for all.

Second Chance at Love (Male Reader)

REQUEST: A new boy comes into town after Edward's departure and manages to make Bella feel better.

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Edward Cullen

You're Edward?! Pt. 1 (Male Reader)

Summary: When Bella told m/n about the weird kid in her biology class that wouldn't stop glaring at her, he took matters into his own hands. Traveling all the way to Forks, what m/n didn't anticipate was for this weird kid to be hellishly handsome and very much single.

You're Edward?! Pt. 2 (Male Reader)

You're Edward?! Pt. 3 (Male Reader)

Summary: M/n didn't know what he was doing: pulling a boy into the woods is how every horror movie starts, but M/n only wants to talk...and maybe kiss Edward senseless *but who wouldn't* ;)

Enemy (Gender Neutral Reader)

Summary: Imprinting was supposed to be a good thing, not for you though. Fate seemed to be mocking you by having your imprint be a leech—Edward Cullen, to be more specific.

Touch Starved (Male Reader)

Summary: You were touch starved and didn't mind it. However, not everybody was fine with it. Your mate found it frustrating, especially when this distance caused rumors to swirl.

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Rosalie Hale

Ultimatum (Male Reader)

Summary: M/n Swan, now Cullen, doesn't care if he is breaking his wife's heart, but watching how his sister is dying with Rosalie encouraging it makes m/n rethink their marriage. He'll be damned if he stays silent and becomes an accomplice to this murder.

Humanity (Male Reader)

Summary: What if Rosalie had been accompanied when Royce attacked her? What if her lover got turned into a vampire, and believed it was for the best to break up with Rosalie due to his new status?

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Alice Cullen

Living for You (Male Reader)

Summary: You weren't exactly the most normal of vampires—plagued by desires to kill yourself—the one thing that held you back was your mate, Alice Cullen.

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Jacob Black

My Wolf (Dark! Jacob Black) (Male Reader)

REQUEST: Jacob killed the Cullens for you—being rejected by the boy he loved—what else would he do? But was he really the one who orchestrated all this?

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Jasper Whitlock

Not Interested (Male Reader)

Summary: You never understood the hype over the Cullen family. Sure, they were beautiful, but didn’t anyone at school have enough common sense to notice something was off? Too bad a certain empath is smitten with you and merely finds your open disdain entertaining.

Calm Down Cowboy (Male Reader)

Summary: You were a social butterfly, however, that doesn't excuse your husband's actions. However, was it really all bad if it led to him being possessive and taking charge.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES

Damon Salvatore

You Call That Love (Male Reader)

Summary: Elena tries to get with Damon but soon realizes he has moved on—with m/n of all people.

Chapstick (Male Reader)

Summary: Damon believed his relationship with M/N was great, perfect even. However, when his boyfriend returns from a night out tasting like cherry chapstick, Damon's insecurities rise to the surface.

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Stefan Salvatore

Stop Talking (Gender Neutral Reader)

Summary: You loved him and he loved you too, but his actions spoke louder than words. Tired of watching him run off to save Elena every time, you understood it would always be her.

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The Salvatore Brothers

Space for Two (Male Reader)

Summary: You met the Salvatore Brothers when they were only human, inexplicably falling for both of them.

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Klaus Mikaelson

Bet (Male Reader)

Summary: Thanks to your brothers, all you knew about the Mikaelson family was that they were dangerous and threatened your livelihood. However, when you're saved by the hybrid himself, he poses a bet to change your mind or be given insight into the cure.

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE

Lestat de Lioncourt

Pain (Male Reader)

Summary: On the anniversary of his transformation, m/r can't help but remember his past, including his ex-lover and sire, Lestat de Lioncourt.

My Little Dove (Male Reader)

Summary: M/N was tired of being a prisoner. He longs to explore the world, but his sire, Lestat, has other ideas. What could be the reason behind this behavior?

Fun (Male Reader)

Summary: You found this whole thing amusing—it was Lestat who pushed for an open relationship, not you—so how was it your fault when your companion became jealous?

Sleeping Beauty (Female Reader)

REQUEST: Lestat meets Louis' sick sister.

SLASHERS

Michael Myers

My Pretty Boy (Male Reader)

Summary: M/n was a killer who used his good looks as bait to draw his victims in. Yet, you know who wasn't so keen on the idea? His boyfriend, Michael Myers.

Sorry (Male Reader)

Summary: You knew Michael would never intentionally hurt you, but accidents do happen. And how can you stay mad at your boyfriend after he tries to make it up to you?

Childhood Friends (Male Reader)

Summary: You couldn't remember your childhood, so with a plan to return to your old home in Haddonfield for clues, you never expected yourself to be tied to the boogeyman himself, Michael Myers.

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Jason Voorhees

Oh No, He's Hot! (Male Reader)

Summary: What m/n believed would be a rather simple job has him encountering a masked murderer named Jason. But, oh no, why does m/n feel weirdly attracted to the dominant man?

Social Recluse (Male Reader)

Summary: Even if you accepted Jason and his 'hobby', he understood you didn't like interacting with people. Staying hidden in your cabin, luck isn't on your side when a camp counselor stumbles inside.

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Billy Loomis and Stu Macher

Why? Pt. 1 (Male Reader)

Summary: M/n Prescott was a straight-A student, popular, good-looking, and kind. So why was he holding a gun and aiming it towards his sister? What was his motive?

Why? Pt. 2 (Male Reader)

REQUEST: where evil bro and Ghostface get away with the murders

Can't Handle It? (Male Reader)

Summary: M/N didn't know what the big deal was. Why Billy and Stu were angry at him for making out with some girl when they were doing the same with Sidney and Tatum.

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Will Graham

I Hate You (Male Reader)

Summary: Perhaps Hannibal Lecter was right. The darkness inside him was meant to be released, so why does it hurt when that acceptance isn't displayed by M/N, the person who he'd come to care for?

Monster in the Making (Male Reader)

Summary: The Lecter siblings were obsessed with Will Graham but for entirely different reasons. While Hannibal wanted to deconstruct the puzzle that was the detective, M/N wanted Will to be his.

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Hannibal Lecter

You Can't Outrun Fate (Male Reader)

Summary: When M/N feels that Hannibal is losing interest in him, favoring being in Will Graham's presence, he flees. It takes a year or more but Hannibal returns, and won't let M/N leave again.

Always, Forever (Male Reader)

Summary: M/N wanted this nightmare to end—he regretted ever meeting Hannibal Lecter, accepting his friendship, and more painfully, allowing the doctor into the darkest dwellings of his mind. Where M/N and Hannibal face each other during the Mizumono episode.

Protect (Gender Neutral Reader)

Summary: You didn't care if people were against your relationship with Hannibal, calling you all names under the sun for managing to 'bewitch' one of Baltimore's highest socialites, but Hannibal was a different story.

Pretend (Male Reader)

Summary: You faked being attracted to Alana to gain insight into the FBI, never knowing that it would set off your boyfriend's possessiveness.

Nothing Can Bring Me Back (Hannibal/Lucas) (Male Reader)

Summary: Hannibal was indeed a person suit, but also a safety net to a man who'd lost everything: his child, his lover...his future.

Secretary (Gender Neutral Reader)

Summary: Hannibal told Crawford that his secretary was 'pre-dispositioned by romantic whims' and traveled to the United Kingdom. However, it's rarely as simple as that.

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Joe Goldberg

Hello (Male Reader)

Summary: A new customer has entered the bookstore and, unsurprisingly, caught the attention of Joe Goldberg. After his disappointment with Beck, can M/N be his one true love?

Obsessed (Male Reader) (SMUT)

Summary: It was supposed to be a one-night stand—fun with a cute guy you found in the club, but this was Joe we're talking about. Once he'd tasted you, he couldn't get enough.

THE AVENGERS

Steve Rogers

Talk It Out (Gender Neutral Reader)

Summary: Being related to the genius Tony Stark had many benefits, but being stuck in an argument between him and your fiance, Steve Rogers, was never anticipated.

We Belong Together (Dark! Steve Rogers) (Male Reader)

Summary: Dating Steve Rogers was more difficult than you'd imagined. He was a man riddled with insecurities and, unfortunately, this affected your relationship.

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Natasha Romanoff

Fue Un Placer Conocerte (Gender Neutral Reader)

Summary: Dating an assassin, especially the Black Widow, was bound to have problems. You accepted that since the beginning, however, you can't help but feel that Natasha didn't love you. That, to her, this relationship was nothing more than a nuisance.

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Tony Stark

Numb (Gender Neutral Reader)

Summary: You didn't understand Tony's decision; he'd left you with a gaping hold in your heart. It was easy to feel anger and resentment, but was it really a surprise how things ended?

TIM BURTON

Edward Scissorhands

I'm Staying with You (Male Reader)

Summary: M/N remembers the day he met the shy, cute boy with scissors for hands. After all, his mother brought him into their home and slowly integrated him into their community. So when things go south, it is M/N who decides to run away with him.

Kisses (Gender Neutral Reader)

REQUEST: Edward reacting to you kissing him and possibly making out.

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The Mad Hatter

You're Not Crazy Pt. 1 (Male Reader)

REQUEST: Something with the Mad Hatter and male reader

You're Not Crazy Pt.2 (Male Reader)

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Enoch O'Connor

Replacement (Male reader)

Summary: As a healer, you naturally seek to care for those around you. So it was easy to befriend Jake when he first entered Miss Peregrine's loop, confused and hurt by his grandfather's passing. However, your best friend doesn't see it that way.

PJO

Nico Di Angelo

Sword Fighting (Son of Aphrodite)

Summary: You were a likable asshole—everything not associated with Aphrodite. You were devilishly handsome but with a temper of Zeus himself. It was as if you were a byproduct of Aphrodite and Ares. Unsurprisingly, you catch the eyes of many, but more so, the son of Hades, Nico Di Angelo.

Sword Fighting Pt. 2

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"Listen, Damon. You're hot, sexy, and I'd really like to blow you, but you will not tell Stefan of this. I don't want him to know that—"

"—that you want to be his big brother's little concubine?" Damon smirks. His blue eyes shined with amusement and his smug asshole look is on full display.

"Shut up!" Y/N blushed.

[froottalks]

Unexpected Connection - Elena Gilbert x reader

Masterlist

The quaint town of Mystic Falls held more secrets than anyone could fathom. You found yourself drawn there, not knowing why, until fate brought you face-to-face with Elena Gilbert. The moment your eyes met, a spark of recognition passed between you, as if destiny had orchestrated this meeting.

Elena welcomed you into her circle of friends, introducing you to the enigmatic Salvatore brothers, Stefan and Damon. As days turned into nights, you felt a magnetic pull towards Elena. There was an unspoken connection, something deeper than friendship, though you couldn't decipher it.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you and Elena found yourselves on the Gilbert porch, gazing at the stars. The air was charged with the kind of tension that precedes life-altering moments.

"Elena," you began hesitantly, "there's something about this place… about you. It's like I've known you forever, even though we've only just met."

Elena's gaze turned intense, searching your eyes for answers. "I feel it too," she admitted. "It's as if our paths were meant to cross."

The truth hung unspoken between you: the mystical currents of Mystic Falls had bound you together in a way that defied logic.

As weeks passed, you and Elena's connection deepened. You spent your days researching the town's history, stumbling upon ancient texts that hinted at a prophecy involving a stranger who would bring both salvation and danger to Mystic Falls.

One evening, Stefan revealed that a powerful vampire coven had caught wind of the prophecy and believed you were the key to unlocking it. Danger loomed, threatening not only the town but also the fragile bond you'd formed with Elena.

Facing the unknown, you and Elena stood side by side. You trained with the Salvatores, honing your skills in preparation for the inevitable confrontation. Amidst the chaos and fear, your feelings for Elena grew stronger. She was your anchor, your solace in the storm.

In the midst of battle, as you fought alongside Elena against the vampire coven, her strength and determination ignited a fire within you. When the dust settled, and the danger was vanquished, Elena turned to you, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and something more.

With the moon hanging in the sky, its gentle light casting a glow over Mystic Falls, Elena stepped closer to you. "I can't deny it anymore," she whispered, her voice soft but resolute. "I've fallen for you, in ways I can't explain."

Your heart raced as you looked into her eyes, seeing your own feelings reflected back. "Elena," you confessed, "from the moment I met you, I felt a connection that defied reason. I'm in love with you."

In that vulnerable moment, surrounded by the remnants of battle, you sealed your confession with a kiss—a promise of all the unspoken words, shared experiences, and emotions that had grown between you.

As the town of Mystic Falls began to heal from the wounds of the supernatural conflict, you and Elena continued to fall deeper for each other. The bond that fate had woven between you proved unbreakable, and together, you faced the unknown with unwavering courage, knowing that whatever the future held, you would face it together.

THE END

[diorncoke]

Your my little sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey⋆˙𖤓⟡˙⋆ (1/2)

🫧⋆｡°✩ summary: in the moments of being under the influence of a man who averaged out the death rate of an entire state, Stefan is tangled in finding a comfortable home for a sweet girl who has the status he hadn’t heard about in centuries.

authors note: goddess, i had a fanfic about this years ago, and i didn’t go anywhere with it. so here is that tiny space in my brain that wanted to post this :) — word count: 7.8k

🌞 characters: the vampire diaries \ college au! , jeremy gilbert , / x black! fem! little! reader .☀︎ ݁ ˖

🌞 content warning(s): no set plot line, some use of y/n, talks of anxiety attacks, reader is a wolf pup, stefan & damon being big brothers, baby babbles, ¡male lactation!, use of rattles (i want one so bad), fluff, mentions of weapons, bottles, nesting, swearing, protective tatted jeremy, littles are knowledgeable, cliche asf ;) — third person pov!

🌞 before reading: her outfit, pjs & bottle , https://pin.it/2eS7TCc , https://pin.it/5VSFrm0 https://pin.it/4DQNyfF

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ The sun reached its peak before completely shining on the state of Michigan, New Orleans, specifically in the small town area of an infamous bar owned by the well-known witch in the area. Gloria is a flamboyant soothsayer, and many would describe her as charmingly intelligent with looks that have the appearance of only being forty years old. Though she wasn't anywhere near, she was more than a hundred years old, though she was not immortal.

She held the tasks of the spirits coursing through her fingers that allowed her to create many mixtures to slow down the aging she would have been subjected to. The world she accepted was due to her knowledge of mystical objects and the magical arts she knew best.

In the area, the day was ending, while for Gloria, it was just the beginning of a long day of watching the town folk drink themselves silly at barely noon. She began by noting out the invention from last night and checking for any fruit flies that tried to find homes in her classic liquor bottles. With her wooden clipboard, she walked around the remaining spaces behind the bar running her own rancid on the boxes. Considering it to be finalized, she threw the clipboard inside a drawer before pulling out a wine glass before she eventually poured herself a small glass of Chardonnay.

She held the tasks of the spirits coursing through her fingers that allowed her to create many mixtures to slow down the aging she would have been subjected to. The world she accepted was due to her knowledge of mystical objects and the magical arts she knew best.

The witch felt the vibrant flavour of the white wine flourish against her dry thirst perfectly. She could age the wine with access to the best wineries in the area; who would care for this damned bar like her if she wasn’t alive. With a deep breath, she gathered the bottle and glass to its rightful place, still tasting the sweet tangle in her mouth before she took it upon herself to unlock the doors without having to walk over.

She began to walk against the bar edge before she heard the bell on the top of the door ring announcing its presence to the owner. Her back faced the bar top, placing tiny red straws into cups. It had only been a few minutes of opening before she felt folks pouring in; her bar was a classic spot with plenty of folks from over a hundred years ago still coming in and out. The perks of knowing a witch in the area to keep her young, she couldn’t imagine the looks of her ancestors as they watched her as closely helping wolves and a select few humans.

She smiled to herself, thinking of her past family before she took it upon herself to drown herself in an ageless potion to pause her aging, though she knew it would catch up to her eventually. Thinking so profoundly, the hairs on the back of her neck formed a light chilling breeze feeling the presence of something beyond human. Gloria was adept at reading people and the energy they gave off into the world; she had to. Bad energy minimizes the effect on the corners of the bar she saged with.

“What brings you here? You brought a friend, I see.” She announced her knowledge to the being before she could even turn around to face him. She plopped her hand around the cups of straws to place them behind her to the top above the seating arrangements for customers.

Gloria looked up towards the infamous Klaus Mikaelson in all his glory; she didn’t have to try and give off confidence as she held the powers of her ancestors. With one flick of her wrist, he would be forced out of her bubble alongside his friend without a second thought. She took in his body language, the glint of desperation in his eyes, looking behind to the clear picture of him and the former man she had known as Stefan Salvatore. A ruthless man who forced a man to drink his wife’s blood while they laughed, though from the look of him. He looked dazed and under Klaus’ compulsion. A clear abuse of power right in front of her. The damned wolf needed something from her, witches were always pulled into vampire drama.

Before she could ask what the infamous Klaus needed. He beat her to it.

“I need help locating a certain necklace. That my dear sister lost.” The sister in question scoffed from the front door of the bench she crossed her legs against. Gloria crossed her arms, hearing the beginning banter of the sibling just like they did in the 20s. She flared her eyebrows towards the hybrid, reminding him that he genuinely wanted something from her; he would need to be serious with her. If not, get the fuck out of her bar and don’t let the door hit you on the way out.

“Hmm. Give me your hand, sweetheart.” Gloria raised her hand, awaiting the vampire to do so. The sooner she did this, the quicker she could get them out and away from her upstairs home. She grasped the soft blonde’s bloodied hand into her own, instantly feeling the dark shadows of the vampire's mind. Her first heartbreak being of a father’s betrayal, brushing his children as though they were nothing. That said, she was only here on behalf of her brother and the undying love she mindlessly had for Stefan. With a deep breath, she placed herself into the powers the necklace had for itself, scouring into the universe, looking for its source before her search stopped. She had placed the energy perfectly in a matter of time.

“There’s a girl with her friends.” However, she got more than she liked to lead. The perfect carbon copy of the woman known back then as Katerina Petrova wearing the original witches necklace dangling between her chest as her friends watched her stir a pot of chilli. The atmosphere surrounding the doppelgänger when dark as she placed herself in her energy bubble, burning the girl's flesh harshly before her ancestors pushed her out of the vision. She opened her eyes, feeling goosebumps erupting between their hands across the til of the bar.

“Yes, a dead girl with dead friends if I don’t get my necklace,” Rebekah spoke out, still feeling Gloria's hand intertwined with her own. Before the witch let go of her, standing further back from the trio of vampires. The feeling she received was not something she was used to when it came to doing spells. It was dark; even though she fused into old voodoo, this was something she wouldn’t allow herself to tap into. Regardless of what the damned wanted her to do, she needed a plan. It wasn’t only her that needed protecting.

“That’s all I got. Just images. I need more time.” Gloria truly believed she had the upper hand in giving the vampires what they wanted. She needed time, so she pursued Stefan to understand why she did what she did. In hopes, he would take in the reader who lay sleeping in the connected house without a care in the world. Continuing the notion of confidence placed her hand on the same glass she had only placed underneath the bar top. She pushed the glass of wine in between her lips and drank. Though it did nothing to tolerate her nerves, it tasted good. From the glasses eye, she watched Klaus debate giving her what she wanted before Stefan took it upon himself to take the attention away from the witch.

“Hey, you know, why don’t we just come back later? I’m hungry. I’ll let you pick who we eat.” Stefan filled the void with an enthusiastic voice while walking to the front door. Knowing the siblings weren’t looking, he scrunched his eyebrows towards the drinking witch, understanding without much words from the way her heart was beating. Stefan couldn’t help but want to know more, regardless of the circumstances of his humanity that was destroyed like a light switch. When he looked at the witch, it reminded him of Elena, the desperate look behind her chocolate brown eyes that wanted nothing more than to embrace in her soft hug. Stefan knew it wouldn’t be the same after turning the one thing that brought everything back on, but this was the first step. He wouldn’t be the man he was being compelled by.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ It was effortless to make the Mikaelsons believe Stefan had betrayed the bonded trust of what Klaus mistook as a friendship. He forgot the truth of their connection is a clear abuse of power in the twenties and used his vampirism to create fantasies that fuelled his instincts he knew deep down were of his true nature. Although it made Gloria sick to her stomach, the feeling that he could rip her throat out in the second of vulnerability. She still took the correct herbs and mashed them grinding bowl speaking to the ancestors above with nothing but salted intentions in her words.

She created a sinister scenario that led the siblings in thinking the vampire had fled to find refuge in an unfamiliar place they would seek for enough time too distracted by petty things to realize Stefan was in the outs of Michigan. A lengthy time before her dear one would be blessed in sanctuary from the darkness of that damned hybrid. Though here she was in front of the door that reminded her of what could change the rest of her life and sharing that with a vampire was something she never expected. When she first met the reader she had all intentions of harming her as she wasn’t welcomed in a place she sacrificed everything for.

All the ageless nights to be disrupted by a broken window and shattered glass she refused to let the reader allow to seep her bare feet into. She had no shoes. Gloria took a deep breath and reminded herself of the severity of the current situation.

“Stefan, do you understand that in these circumstances, I will kill you with my bare hands if she is not taken to safety? Right?” Gloria has no room for doubt or frolicking regarding the very thing behind this door. The witch was not one to keep the reader so hidden for a long duration; it was perfect, though; she had a late night practicing her shifting abilities. The memory caught her in a frenzy of smiles before the witch remembered to unlock the multiple locks on the flowery door across the stairs to the bar.

“Of course. I remember you. I’m sure you’ll do much worse. I want to understand why you have chosen me?” Stefan asked hesitantly, leaning next to the door and awaiting the dreaded conversation between them. The vampire watched her fumble with the keys to each lock before beginning the discussion. He blinked softly, crossing his arms against his chest.

“You can be good for her. Or I trust you will find someone who is. My aging remedies can’t stop the aging from catching up to me much longer. I’m getting too old to take care of her.” Anyone in the listening distance could hear the pain straining in her voice, thinking of leaving this world before she could help her little one find herself again and have the ability to be small. Gloria placed the multiple keys into the loop of her denim jeans, giving Stefan one last look over. She wanted her words to linger in his senses; this was impotent to her and her ancestors. She would not give them the impression of disappointment.

The supernatural entities heard the locks click into the ears before Gloria pushed the door open lightly, not wanting to scare the little one behind it if she had still been sleeping.

Stefan stopped in his tracks and recalled a developing scent of wolf pups that was still undergoing growth before he could get a glimpse of them. It wafted into his sensitive nostrils before he took a deep breath taking in the sweet flowery scent wanting to keep it under his nose for the rest of his immortal life. It was divine and filled with life, something he couldn’t quite comprehend behind what he surrounded himself.

Gloria looked behind her, taking in the vampire's reaction to her little one. She smiled before clicking the light switch that only turned on the fairy lights across the walls, as the pup was quite sensitive to light fixtures that beamed into her eyes. The colourful area of strawberry shortcake decor covered the entirety of the room she could barely remember the colour of the walls or floor presences to her.

The witch took a light step towards the bed covered in plushies that the reader loved to cuddle against and scent. Her favourite one to do so was of a cow named Print; he was a special thing that if you pushed a button on his foot, his stomach lit up with stars on the ceiling. Close enough to the pup, she removed the picnic table printed blanket from the reader's sleeping state. Anyone could tell she was still a pup as she didn’t wake up alarmed by others entering her room.

Gloria looked to the side of her to see the pup she had been trying to wake up with tender swats on her back and bum. Her pretty doe ( eye colour ) opened up to the familiar face above her cradling face.

“Who is she? I haven’t seen littles in centuries. How did you find her?” Stefan hadn’t uttered a word in some time. He couldn’t bring himself to. He couldn’t vaguely remember when everyone had taken in people with smaller headspaces to fill the void for the undermining issue of no children for quite a while. The man stepped into the occupied territory before closing the door quietly, letting the question linger for an answer to meet.

“Hm. Her name is y/n. The poor thing was sent to kill me. Many folks in her pack believed she was an abomination and sent her to kill a witch. They hoped I would kill her. Boy, were they wrong? I fell in love with taking care of her. I don’t have any children of my own, you see.” Gloria believed the spirits called the reader to herself, guiding her through the hardships of life til she finally found someone who cared for her. Which is why she is the woman she is today. Gloria glanced towards the girl before taking a deep breath, knowing Stefan was not here to hear the whole story. However, she might have been wrong. The heavy vampire's eyes glanced at her baby beyond anything she had seen from the first time she met him. It was soft but short, knowing he had a reputation to uphold despite having no humanity.

“What happened to this pack?”

“I burned every single one of them to the bone. It took a lot, but I did it to protect her.” Gloria smiled, maneuvering the little so she rested against her shoulders rather than flush on her lap and pillow. She pushed her nose against her freshly washed hair, breathing in the brisk relaxing air surrounding her. It calmed her down in ways she didn’t know; coming into this room was a breath of fresh air. She would miss the comfort of her.

“I’ve kept her far too long from a pack. She needs one, Stefan. She won’t survive much longer with just me.” Before the vampire could speak, she quickly stated how long the reader had been away from the ritual of piling clothing and items; she loved to create the perfect area for a quiet hibernation. The reader's old pack was big on the little ones to ensure they were comforted in ways that some had seen as prehistoric for this day in age. Doing so was the first time in years of waiting to be found by Gloria that she created a nest. Gloria grimaced, feeling the painful memories of her pup during the nightly hour of how she craved to cuddle into her neck and scent her as pack members did.

“I will help you. I know someone who will take her in.” He heard her plead, thinking someone he had broken the heart of would understand his place in the vampire empire. He would beg on his knees to Elena after seeing the beautiful little creature grasping Gloria’s hand. Though, deep down this would be the perfect distraction to his whereabouts if they had a little one to take care of.

Stefan watched the witch place her black nail tapping the pup's squished face against her shoulder as she blinked slowly and softly, taking in the presence and warmth through the connected skin. The yawn, so simple yet cute from her chest, left a pout on her lips from the dryness that came with it. The blanket was sitting perfectly, squished around her legs and stomach though he could still see the flare of freckles on the reader's shoulders and stomach that were out, dancing for his eyes to consume. The vampire was attentive to everything she did, including the deafness of not hearing Gloria introducing him to the wolf before him. Eventually, seeing her ( eye colour ) eyes turn towards his own with a hint of curiosity. All he could do was place his sweaty hand on his pants to get rid of the wetness that came with being in this room.

“H-hello.” He called to her, seeing her sit up more comfortably in Gloria's lap. She fiddled with the hair in braids with her pink-coated fingers, twirling around each lock before she gave the courage to smile at the man. Before she eventually hid her face into Gloria's shoulders with a giggle. She was adorable in his eyes, though he wasn’t sure what to do. Was he supposed to continue standing awkwardly, or maybe he should sit on the chair on the opposing side of the bed? Though he didn’t sit unknowingly for long as Gloria picked up on his hesitance.

“You can sit. She’ll want to scent you eventually. If that’s alright?” Gloria asked, hoping it would be something he was comfortable with; it was something she did as not only a greeting but a nighttime routine when it came to accompanying a new member. They watched her lean away from the witch's lap and chest, awaiting Stefan to grasp her hand into his own. In doing so, she couldn’t help but try and place his hand close to the bottle that was empty on the side table he was sitting beside. She was building up quite an appetite.

“H-Hi.” She made sure to use her manners like Miss Gloria taught her. Her voice came out much more reluctant than she anticipated, she hadn’t seen many visitors in her time here. Most of the time she played by herself in her room or sometimes watched the people of New Orleans walk the street at nighttime. She gazed upon the burly man, taking in his presence that made her wolf whine on the inside. Something about his scent notified her that there was a part of him missing. Before she could dwell longer her mama interrupted her train of thoughts.

“Would you like to feed her?” The witch questioned, hoping he would, it was unfortunate, but she would have to understand she would no longer be the one to take care of the reader. Her heart was crushed just thinking about removing the littles' favourite pieces in the room condensed into a tote bag within the hour. Smiling sadly at the precious pup in her arms playing with the vampire's fingers, she distracted herself by creating a bottle of pure milk into the once empty one on the side table.

“Up and about. There you go, my little love.”

Stefan smiled for the first time in a while since he had given his humanity to Klaus without repercussions or any thoughts filling his mind thinking of the death of the love of his life. Before he could think further he felt the flush of the wolf's head find its way to his shoulders awaiting the bottle he held with no use from him. The previous scent of her hair crème against her raven skin was heaven-sent, he couldn't imagine comparing this to anything else. He breathed in deep that savoury scent he could relish in for the entirety of his life. It was almost off how comfortable she got in his arms and scented him, so different from each fight he had with vampires and full grow werewolves. The pup was so trusting or the most obvious was the fact that her caregiver was only a foot away and held powers of a thousand witches in the palm of her hand.

“It’s now or never Stefan. She’s getting fussy.” Gloria became fond of the quick response to her words the vampire had. The man maneuvered the reader close to the inner elbow of his arm, cradling her head against it for support. Before he began aligning the bottle to her already open and starving mouth and soon she began suckling. They both heard the sounds that resembled a baby drinking its mothers' nutrition in the early morning before starting the day. In other circumstances, Gloria would begin feeding her while walking to the common areas of the apartment to collect the things the little one would need to start the day. Or the reader would do it herself when she was feeling older.

A hesitant smile formed on his lips holding the reader's head against the left inner elbow not before using the gentlest touch to move the strands of curls that stuck out against her face. With a deep breath, he scooped up the bottle that mysteriously had filled with warm milk into his right hand aligning it to the hungry little one in his arms. Stefan observed her movements like he was sightseeing, her lips covered the nipple of the bottle before it filled her mouth with droplets of milk filling her growling belly. The sounds of tiny suckles filled the supernatural entities with pure joy. The thoughts of keeping the image of being this ripper disappeared into the room's environment into nothing. This moment here was something so beautiful he didn’t want to give her up to Damon and Elena.

Pushing these sinister thoughts away he watched his hands without much knowledge of what he was doing, to the side of the reader's hips in a rhythm he memorized his late mother used when he was younger. He could feel the pup's chest vibrate liking the sensation of his rough hands patting her soothingly. Soon enough she engulfed the bottle in twelve consecutive minutes leaving her mouth to make a recall sound letting him know she was finished.

Knowing of the routine Gloria grasped a cloth into her own before placing it on Stefan’s shoulders. Connected eyes with him she nodded, watching the vampire softly place the reader's head on his shoulder to burp the pesky bubbles out of her belly. He laughed to himself seeing the eyes of pups closed calmly and how her legs were like jelly against his torso. It was quite a sight.

Once she burped out anything that was stuck in her throat watching her mama pull away to cloth before she squished her face into Stefan’s neck. She hoped to stay in this crevice of his body for a while, none of her stuffies gave her this feeling, maybe because they weren’t real.

“She likes you.” Gloria beamed sadly holding the empty bottle, getting up smoothly border taking her leave of the room. She had to prepare to clean and pack a bag for her little one. As well, to make a herbal tea she would ask Stefan to have her drink from time to time to protect her energy. She hoped the deranged hybrid won’t find the lost wolf pup as he would change her to be like him like the speed of light. Fuck she couldn’t bring herself to just abandon the poor thing, she would need some form of an excuse to see her every month.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ Damon swindled his way against the chilled bathtub of the bathroom connected to his bedroom. His back barely hit the cool bottom of the tub before he began looking for a more comfortable position. The man being over a hundred forty-five vampires had its kinks and one of them was stubborn on his back and neck. The damned thing clicked out of place at any given moment after he had fought an idiot who dared to attack the drunken asshole. He tense before letting out a sigh in content, it wasn’t long before he pulled the bottle of champagne from the bathroom floor into a glass.

A swift swallow in relaxation reminded him of the times he was human, laying out against the grass and the sun beamed on his milk skin for hours before he was rudely pulled out of that blissful state by his overbearing father. Maybe that was why he was the way he was, the dammed. The recoil of his fathers' disapproval secretly mended him to the vampire he was today. Godsend. He began distracting himself from his thoughts of his personality that somehow some tolerated by pouring an overload of bubble bath that was scented of husk from dear Elena into the bath. The white substance coated the body deliberately, pure relaxation was a must in this state. Hey! vampire can like bubble baths too.

Though, there wasn’t much he could think of when he was left alone with his thoughts running wild into spaces he concealed with impulsive decisions without thinking about the consequences for anyone involved. A common goal was all that he knew and clouded his judgement, like Elena. How much she wanted to know here Stefan did with his time while being in the presence of an original vampire that tortured for fun.

Damon lived for torment but when it came to his brother, who would come back into his life to take the girl he loved right back out from under him. He still wanted his little brother, the one who banter amongst either of the Mystic Falls humans they still fought like hell for. He laughed to himself getting sentimental placing the glass of champagne on his lips and taking a long sip.

It didn’t last long. His eyes plummeted at the sound of his front door opening, heavy footsteps and a scent of something he hadn’t smelt covered his nostrils more than the bubbles did. Damon gritted his teeth, swirling his head in distaste before forcing the bottle of champagne on the floor lifting himself to stand tall. The suds fell slowly down his body promptly to his feet that extended outside the tub. His motion cause water to pool onto the floor, though it would dry he would be dammed to know who entered the Salvatore home unannounced. Adding to the fact they ruined his needed self-care.

Before departing to the area where he knew the culprit would be, he placed a black robe around his body and tied the given straps on top of his waist. Damon made his way underneath the bedside table that hid a wooden stake for the times Katherine made appearances. He felt his weight shift between each step to the downstairs corridor before he became dazed with a familiar scent. The vampire was quick but cautious in his movements as before he wasn’t sure who had made their way into his home but now he was. The husk of a teenage boy sat alarmingly quiet at the fireplace, facing the floor before Damon stepped on a cracking piece of the floor. He was quite surprised by the confidence of the dead Jeremy Gilbert who was here to try his best to kill him that awfully made stake he was fiddling with. Thank goodness he wasn’t really in the mood to fight ninja turtles right now.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Damon questioned allowing it to linger in the boy's ear before he walked closer to the bar table to pour himself a drink of course. The teen looked as if he had seen a ghost, the man knew of his presence before he did. Jeremy sucked in a breath through his teeth removing the hoodie that was placed on his head. His black shaggy hair flopped on his forehead peeking through it. He thought lengthy to what the man had stated to him, his sister was preoccupied with Stefan’s whereabouts to know he was planning on killing Damon with the poorly made stake. Neither did he expect the vampire to continue pouring a glass of bourbon picking one up to give to him. They both sighed contently in each-others presence drowning in the sorrows of their siblings' absence.

“Did you come here to kill me? You’ll need a better weapon.”

“It’s only fair you did kill me.” Jeremy gave a smug look on his face knowing he wore a ring that prevented him from meeting the other side of being amongst the living. Although the facade was seen by those who looked close enough, he was constantly reminded by the trip there left him cold, leading him to understand he was meant to look for his body. His against the odds of staying in this state for too long could lead to him being stuck. Although Jeremys' body was close, he still felt his soul shift energies leaving him eerie and dark trying to find something to fill that void. He thought by killing Damon it would.

“Look I don’t do the big brother thing very well. Sorry, I don’t have any milk and cookies to offer you.” The brunette bit his lip feeling a heavy ache on his shoulders hearing his words. He knew to never expect anything less from the vampire, but maybe if he gave him some sort of closure he wouldn’t have been struck by gloom. It was almost like a cloud of it shadowed his being with no regard for why it sat polished on his shoulders.

That once smug look on his face turned sour.

“Dick.” To pick up where he left off he stood abruptly from the chair he sat in, taking his final departure from the Salvatore boarding house. The sound of the glass that was once being held in his hand alongside the stake felt broken on the carpet. The teen couldn’t care less about the mess he was making in a vampire's home, the guy was an asshole and he didn’t deserve his sisters' attention or the unrecognized love she had for him. There was almost steam coming from the top of his head from the fumes, he took one look back at the vampire before he finally walked his way to the front door.

A deep breath came from his chest pulling on the door handle, however, he didn’t expect to see the unpredictable.

Stefan Salvatore standing with his hands in his leather jacket. He liked almost the same except for the worn look of fatigue on his face, it showed heavily underneath his eyelids. The age of being under the compulsion of a damned hybrid they forced those around him to be the same. Klaus and his ways didn’t care about the ones that sat and were forced to watch. Jeremy couldn’t mask the shocked face he displayed to the vampire without thinking back to the question of why he was here, to begin with. How much more shit could Elena deal with before she snapped at seeing him again?

“Jeremy.” Stefan's voice sounded nothing less than smug sighting the shocked look that struck on his face. The act of surprise was something the vampire secretly loved when it came to victims thinking they were safe then he would display his presence to them. It wasn’t the same way as he looked Jeremy, the boy had grown taller from what he could imagine was only four inches higher than himself. Though was the young Gilbert even at the boarding house, to begin with? Had Damon had him under some stupid spiel to get Elena in his good graces?

Stefan bit his tongue from using his uncontrollable words in the man’s presence that he knew was sitting on the couch facing the unlit fireplace. He took one last breath before asking Jeremy a simple question so he could ask his brother for a favour. Though before he could the boy beat him to it.

“Damon you might want to come here.”

“Look, Jeremy, I’ll say I’m sorry. I’m not good with this whole thing.” Damon took several steps to the entryway of his home before his words died off at the end. He felt frozen in his spot, he indeed didn’t expect to see Stefan again after the star he left in. Was he here with the hybrid? The vampire shrugged his arms over themselves displaying his distaste for him to come back to Mystic Falls too soon for Elena’s sake. With a glance to Jeremy who had a look in his eyes, he bite his tongue before speaking.

“And what are you doing here Stefan?” Damon questioned smouldering the non-existent attendance he had in his mind. He caught his brother unattended looking at the parked car that was sloppily parked in the driveway. Hearing those words, Stefan took a step back, he of course knew his presence would strike some nerves from everyone but to see it on full display alarmed a certain part of his brain to push itself to the surface once again. He had been fighting it all day. His humanity. Not only from the wolf pup that would probably be waking up anytime soon from the unmoving car for something to eat. But to pass by the places that he and Elena would always visit. Goodness, he needs to get out of Mystic Falls before he goes back to Klaus and smells the humanity on him.

“I need a favour.”

“So you show up unannounced asking for a favour? Fuck off, Stefan.” The young Salvatore flared his eyebrows close to the gap between his eyelids, he couldn’t recall a time he was genuinely unhappy to see him. Border he lashed out from the scoff that came from the door almost being slammed in his face. He watched Jeremy move his foot forward before the gap closed between the two worlds. The boy walked in front of Damon gifting the man a look to go on pleading for whatever this favour would be.

“Wait here. I’ll go get it.” It? Was it some silly little book that would eventually curse all the bloodlines that so happen to be inside the boarding house? They both gave each other a look before watching Stefan gravitate toward the truck that we most definitely not his. With a deep breath, he placed his hand on the truck handle pulling it open to reveal a distressed little one that was biting the surrounding areas of her fingernails. She had been awake a lot longer than he intended, he felt so bad knowing she was strapped between the seatbelts and blanket he pressed into the sides of her legs. The tears that silently streamed down her face didn’t help the decision he would make by leaving her with his demented older brother. Maybe instead he could have him convince Elena too, goodness this was all just a dumb idea he got way too in over his head.

But as he looked at her grabby hands she gave him and the thick lashes that were smudged against the tears, he swallowed thickly. Y/n didn’t deserve people debating on whether or not she would have a life of comfort. He began removing the blankets and then the seatbelts to formally place her against his chest so that if he needed he could high tail out of there before any of them could taint her mind. The reader's tears became yesterday's problem once she felt Stefan’s finger swipe the water away from pooling against her freckled cheeks. Then her head was softly placed against her newly favourite place between his shoulder and neck with a soft hand on the back of her head. Before she felt the soft blanket she was once cradled against on her back once more. It was her favourite scent, between Gloria and her bed back home with her. She kissed her already and it barely was a day.

“I have people I want you to meet. Trust me. I won’t let anything happen to you. Okay?” Stefan looked down at the girl's cradled figure on this side of his chest awaiting a response before he turned around to face the curiosity of Damon and Jeremy. He smiled softly to himself at what his current state was, a little in his arms while holding a diaper bag filled with everything she needed. If you would have told him this is what his life would look like a year ago, he would have looked at you as if you were crazy. He felt her nod against his chest before he eventually took a step to not only close the truck door but to face the entryway of the Salvatore boarding house.

Damon was the first to react to the newcomer in the man’s arms, pushing his way between the doorway his curiosity taking over everything he was planning on being. He truly didn’t expect to be in the sight of something so small in the presence of someone like himself. The vampire took a step back to observe from the sidelines watching Jeremy behave differently. He took it upon himself to grab the bag from Stefan’s left hand. He picked up on the scent of something he hadn’t smelled since he killed Mason Lockwood in this very home. Though it struck of something lighter and less potent as if it was smaller. This being was a pup of a werewolf pack but didn’t smell of though it was currently a part of one.

Jeremy couldn’t help himself from taking the tiniest glance at the bundle of joy wrapped in the thickest blanket he had seen attached to none other than a vampire that had almost killed his dear sister. He proceeded to walk into the living room to place the light pink diaper bag next to the couch. Y/n took in the world around, the deep darkness of the wooden panels that filled the unknown place that Stefan seemed so familiar with. She scented the place with a wiggly nose before her breath caught in the back of her throat feeling someone come close enough to grab her baby bag. Was this man a thief?

“H-hi.” She broke the light silence that filled the room she was walking into, on top of the fact that her mama had always told her to be nice to those who deserved it. She lifted her head slightly getting a better look at the brunette who was somewhat human in the room of supernatural entities. No one could deny the atmosphere of the room change as she was softly placed on the couch away from the warmth of Stefan’s chest and neck. She kept a small smile on her face pacing her tiny hand in front of the blanket that was tribally placed on her lap and socked feet. 

“Care to explain?” Damon questioned allowing it to linger in the air barely taking his eyes off the wolf pup on his couch. He gripped the robe closer to his skin, gifting them both his signature smirk that would work for those under his charms. The vampire took a glance at his little brother, the worn fatigue and clear deepness under his eyes from the lengthy trip of being Klaus’ pet. The slight cherry hue on his lips from the possibility of ravishing a human before coming to Mystic Falls. He couldn’t acknowledge the unknown scent that seemed to come full force through his heightened senses.

Stefan took a slight breath before he dumped everything that happened in last hours since he left high and dry from Mystic Falls all together. He carried himself from his standing position to sitting himself next the little that was already hoping he would. The reader was already appreciating his presences and the beautiful ring that sat on his finger she liked to play with.

“Would you mind taking her to the kitchen to grab a snack for her, Jer?” This surprised him completely he hadn’t expected himself to be so fond of someone’s feelings despite his humanity being on the outs. The vampire couldn’t help himself in doing so, he continued to hold her hand for a few seconds with a dewy smile on his face. Before he gasped the bag was on the floor of the couch to hand to Jeremy. He jerked his head towards the kitchen awaiting his response before hearing the boy tell her about the animal-shaped crackers she never had before in the cabinet.

( No one cares about their banter. NEXT!)

The reader wrapped her tiny hand in between the unfamiliar male's hand feeling the light texture of tattoos she subconsciously traced with her painted fingers. She could already feel the rising warmth that came from being head to chest with the waking figure towards the deepness of the kitchen. It was beautiful, though it seemed to be unused compared to the one her mama had. All she recognized was the raging amounts of alcohol on the opposing sides of the sodden stools in front of the counter. The wolf began to lose the skip in her steps as she felt the man slow down his pace. She took a glance upwards to gift the man a small smile, though he was already looking at her feeling nervous by his gaze she lifted her other hand and gifted him a small wave.

“Hi. I’m y/n. Y-You’re Jeremy, right?” It was weird just how comfortable she was being pooled into those pretty chocolate soul catches he called his eyes. She felt him move his gaze over her face causing a slip of a stutter to come front at the end seeing him do so. They both stood in from the counters of the kitchen taking in each other's beings while she took in his delicate human scent she hadn’t been around in years since with Mama. Jeremy almost had a heart attack hearing the words she stuttered over, licking his dry lips trying to find the right thing to say to her. He noticed that he was still holding her in comparison to his small hand didn’t help.

“Yeah, I am. What do you want for a snack, little lady?”Jeremy shook their intertwined to regain her attention from his face. Although he would never consider himself cocky in any way he still smirked internally after seeing her blink away her dewy eyes away from his. He pulls her hand once more finally taking the long awaiting stop to the fridge for her to see. The reader took in the minimal amount of snacks and drinks that were in it. She knew they were vampires by holy was there only a half-full orange juice container, a cartoon of eggs and expired milk. Although she was disappointed she removed her hand from Jeremy feelings intensely cold from the action to proceed to open the diaper bag to find her favourite snacks.

She handled him the basic puffs of strawberry banana bites that quite literally melted in her mouth. Not even acknowledging the mess she created in the bag she continued to display the puffs to Jeremy who gladly opened the container not before popping one in his mouth to her distaste after handing them back to her.

“Can I have some orange juice?” The reader questioned the man messily eating standing chest to chest to the man liking the feeling of his fluffy sweatshirt on her cheek. Her chin rested perfectly there looking upwards with that stupidly cute dimple that showed, switching between each eye of his to look a tiny bit closer. Jeremy pinched his fingernail on his palm looking down at her chubby cheeks and light wash of powder from the puffs. He reminded his hand from the sides of his body to lightly brush away the powder that stuck to her lips and slightly in her cheeks.

“Uh yeah. Why don’t you go sit in the chair, okay?”At first, watched her struggle to climb on the spinning chair but gave up in the mix of it. The man took it upon himself to quietly ask her if she wanted any help. So here he was softly placing his hands underneath her armpits to lift her to sit against the chair. The warmth of each other's skin to skin gave off a rumble between each-other chests that could have easily been mistaken for a hungry cry. But to a wolf pup, it was something completely different in her eyes. She began by taking in his eyes like they were meant to uphold hers, before feeling the chilled barstool he ever so gently placed her on top. They both felt instantly disappointed without the skin to skin but she still happily thanked him for doing, kindly offering him a puff in his much larger hand. Jeremy could help but smile at a small gesture, he took a step back to the opposing countertop to look at the diaper bag that he had previously placed on the dining room table a mason jar of vervain and herbs assorted inside, taking a glance back to y/n that was currently swaying her legs to the hums of her own throat. He turned back around to look at the mixture not thinking much longer to crumble them inside the juice before closing it back up and shaking it to face the girl.

“Maybe we can hang out sometime? Away from the supernatural, the vampire kind at least.” Jeremy placed the bottle to her lips as her hands were occupied by the puffs and looking around distracted by none other than himself. Still suckling on the off-tasting orange juice, that chilled her dry thirst as she began to nod at his question. He removed the bottle from her mouth allowing her to gift herself with the glory of his, all she thought of was how much she would love to be lifted by his arms and held close like she was with Stefan just a moment prior. They looked into each other's eyes warmly gifting one other a smile before they both liked away.

Across the home in the living room, two vampires listened closely to the little one's mannerisms toward the unseen boy and the way he spoke softly and seemed so smitten by one other so quickly. It was clear that part of herself was called to the boy named Jeremy. Gloria was right, he might have been the thing to encounter to meet the person who was perfect for her.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ part two

🫧*ੈ✩‧₊˚ I hope you enjoyed it!! 💗 please don’t be a silent reader, let me know what you think⋆୨୧˚

[joonie7007]

Gonna watch the vampire diaries since I only stopped at season 3 ( I heard it got boring after that but idk that’s why I’m watching it) also it’s the fact that I don’t hear nobody say is that their soundtrack is so good especially season 1 / this might be a flop but I’ll just get ideas while I watch lowkey Yandere matt look like a sad golden retriever ( maybe some male reader ) EEEE🩸♥️

[malertop]

Stefan Salvatore x Witch!Male Reader

YOU LIKE WHAT YOU SEE?

Gif is not mine!

Genre: nothing (for now..)

Season: 1 or 2 (beginning)

Y/N was Infront of the Salvatore mansion, after helping his best friend Elena, after finding out he's a witch and everything that has happened he just needed a normal day,while he, Elena and Stefan were in class they had to make a project, The teacher chose Elena and Bonnie and Stefan and Y/N.Stefan and Y/N have never been together without Elena or something so at one point Y/N was nervous while Stefan was excited as he wanted to get to know Y/N even better, after all they are classmates and friends, why was Y/N nervous? Well..let's just say there are some pretty big feelings that exist for Stefan but he can't tell him because he doesn't want to end his friendship with Stefan or Elena, after all Elena was his best friend just like Caroline and Bonnie, but she was just like a sister that Y/N needed after his sister died.

1.23 PM: Thursday

"Okay M/N you can do this" Y/N said as he was Infront of the Salvatore mansion while his arms were shaking and his bodies moving from left to right "Okay...it's time M/N" he said as his finger hit the bell, the door opened as nobody was shown to open it, neither Damon, neither Stefan. "Oh wow an opening from no-one door...how exciting..and weird!" Y/N said with a smile as he finished his last sentence and entered inside the mansion "Hello?...Stefan?..Damon?" Y/N said as he looked left and right for them as he was walking in the mansion, searching for where either Stefan or Damon are.After walking some more he decided to go to the second floor where he found an opened door "Maybe there?...or maybe there's much bodies of people that got killed and they are sucking their blood everyday and night so they cannot be hungry..." Y/N paused for a second "Well worth the try." he said as he began walking, as he was in front of the door there was nothing and no one again.Y/N entered and started walking deeper into the room, he turned his head towards the door to see if there's anyone there and the next second he bumped into something very strong which made him fall on the floor "Oh my god,I am so sorry M/N!" Said someone as they offered their hand for help "it's..okay" Y/N said as his vision was blurry for some seconds, he saw the blurry hand that he knew was offered for him and took it but damn, he got up in no more than 2 seconds.As he blanked one more time his vision became normal "finally,i can see again..not that I was blind" Y/N said as he didn't saw who helped him get up, he looked up and saw Stefan with nothing but a towel "Thank you Stefan" Y/N said with a smile but after realising who he bumped to and that this is the Stefan who was also with nothing but a towel his smile instantly fell "Hey, sorry for making you search for me, I was just showering and when I heard you I was trying as fast as i can to wash faster" Stefan said ashe was fixing his towel, making sure it didn't fall but Y/N didn't say anything as he was looking at the taller man's body "So are you ready for the project?" Stefan asked Y/N but there was no answer, was he not answering because he was fixing his towel Infront of him? "M/N?" Stefan asked in questionable voice as he said the shorter guy's name, after fixing his towel he looked up and saw Y/N who was starting at him, Stefan saw his reflection in his eyes but then Y/N's eyes went to the muscular guy's body which made Stefan looked down to see his body too then he looked towards Y/N, After 1 second Stefan realised it all..so Y/N was enjoying the show.

"M/N?!" Stefan said a little bit of loudly which made Y/N shook his head, now he is back to his sense again "Yeah? Sorry I umm..I zoomed out a little bit" Y/N said as he looked into the guy's eyes "Yeah before everything...I got to ask you something" Stefan said with a smirk as Y/N looked confused but still half smiled "Yeah what is it? Are you going to ask me if I brought everything? Because I made sure I do so don't wor-" "No..that..that was not what I was going to ask you.." Stefan interrupted Y/N as he tried to cool him down "Then what?..." Y/N said with a little smile "Do you like what you see?" Stefan asked with a smirk while Y/N blush could of had been noticed already for 10 minutes, his small instantly fell "W-What do you mean?" Y/N stuttered as he got nervous "I mean do you like seeing me like that?" Stefan couldn't stop smirking as he teased the shorter guy "I mean you know I can hear from miles away or more..right?" Stefan asked as Y/N instantly realised what was happening...he knows.Y/N's eyes went wide opened as he began to worry about his next act, slowly backing away he asked "so since you know are you going to kill me now...oh wait maybe even bite me and drink my blood!" Y/N said as he was backing away to the door as Stefan looked confused "what? no M/N" but Y/N still looked worried,scared and nervous which Stefan didn't like, he didn't like seeing Y/N scared or worried or anything but happy, peaceful and okay."M/N I wo-" but as Stefan was taking it was too late..Y/N was already gone.