#bro Salvatore just started playing

[beast-s-lost-rose]

Thinking about him.. (sigh)

if you know; you know.

[coffeecat1983]

Mario Bros: Growing Pains

@vulpixfairy1985 Thank you so much for the story request, my friend, you kept me distracted today and I really loved working on this.

     "C'mon Weege, I wanna play Kid Icarus!"    Fifteen-year-old Mario stamped his foot, the sound muffled by his green sock hitting the soft carpeting. Luigi grumbled from his spot on the floor. He hunched over, gripping the NES controller tightly.      "You always play that one." he muttered. "I wanna finish Kirby!"      "That's not fair! Your game saves where you are, you can start any time!" Mario argued back. "I gotta start all over again with mine!"    From down the hall, Marianna sighed as she heard the rapidly escalating argument. Giovanni shook his head as he entered the dining room. "Puberty hitting hard, huh Mar?"      "I just hope they don't fight too much." she said. "Should I step in?"    Both paused, listening as their sons continued. "Eh let em work it out," Giovanni said. "They're like the twins, they'll get over it."      "I hope you're right."

   Mario clinched his fists. "Luigi it's my turn!" he dove for the controller and Luigi doubled over, stubbornly hiding it as his twin tried prying it by pulling the cord.      "You're gonna break it!" he squeaked, his voice cracking. "HEY! Stop!" he yelped as Mario managed to pull him over on his side and snatch the controller. "Mario!" Luigi scrambled, nearly climbing up Mario's back in an attempt to pin him down as his twin went to change the game cartridge. Falling to the floor he rolled over and folded his arms, face scrunched in anger.      "Play your stupid game." he mumbled. "Not like you're good at it anyway. You always lose."      "At least I can beat the second level!" Mario snapped, trying to hide the tears that were gathering. "You've been stuck in Kirby for months!"    Luigi curled up tighter. "M'm n-not talkin' to you anymore!" he stammered out.      "Me neither, meanie." Mario plopped down, the controller clicking as he began to play. Luigi got up and still keeping his arms around himself, stormed out to the living room and over to the corner where he would hide as a kid. He settled back beside the couch and the bookcase, legs drawn up tightly.    Salvatore, who was seated nearby, merely shook his head.

   A few days later, the family gathered for Sunday dinner. As everyone took their places around the table, the twins and Marie watched in surprise as Luigi gloomily shuffled to the seat next to Marie, taking it while Mario took his usual place beside Giovanni. The confusion grew as throughout the conversation, the bros refused to talk to one another. As the adults relaxed with drinks after the meal, Mario thumped loudly down the hall and slammed the bedroom door while Luigi retreated to the living room again.      "Eh, Ma? What's goin' on?" Tony asked, motioning towards the empty seats. "Those two are actin' bizarre."      "I think I know." Arthur spoke up, rubbing his chin. "First fight?" he said, glancing towards Marianna. She gave a nod.      "And they're not talkin' to each other." she confirmed. "They've had their little tiffs before but nothin' like this."      "Mamma Mia," Tony uttered, rubbing his eyes. "Art?"    The younger twin stood. "Older or younger?" he asked. Tony stood, cracking his back as he did. "Older. Hang on, Ma, we got this."    Luigi was tucked up tightly in his little corner, a family photo album in his lap. He glanced up at Arthur's soft laugh, his uncle taking a seat beside him.      "Good hiding spot." Arthur commented. "Used to hang out in this spot, myself." He leaned over a little, smiling at the photobook. "Your fifth birthday. That was a fun one, goin' to the park and you boys learning to ride your bikes."      "Y-Yeah." Luigi muttered, his shoulders slumping. He jumped slightly when Arthur put a hand on his shoulder.      "What's on yer mind, kid?"    Luigi stared at a photo, the bros laughing as they both raced together on their bikes.      "Uncle Art, do you fight with Uncle Tony?" he suddenly asked. His uncle didn't answer right away, instead gently taking the photo album and flipping back to when he and Tony were teens.      "We've had a few, yeah."      "You ever say somethin' mean?" Arthur had to catch himself, holding back the laugh as he thought about it. "I've been a jackass a few times, yeah." he grinned, nudging Luigi's elbow. "But so has your Uncle Tony."

   The bedroom door creaked and Tony peered in. Mario was sitting on the floor, back against his new bed as his fingers clicked furiously at the game controller. He remained quiet as Tony came in and sat beside him. Both were silent, Tony watching as Mario played. A beep, a game over screen, and Mario tossed the controller aside with a groan.      "Tough game," Tony commented. "Never could get far in it." He looked at the two beds. "Funny not seeing your bunk beds in here anymore."      "Stuff keeps changing." Mario's voice was so low Tony wasn't sure at first he heard him right. "Why's everything feel so weird?"      Tony snickered. "Called 'bein' a teenager', kiddo. Trust me, been there myself."    Mario turned, looking up at him. "I was mean ta Weege." he admitted. "I didn't mean to be! But he wouldn't share and I just wanted to play my game. Now I donno what to do."    Instead of replying, Tony waited and the teen continued.      "I can't sleep right! I miss not havin' Weege below. And I keep havin' crazy dreams!" he squirmed. "Bout girls, 'n stuff." he said this part softly. "I wake up and I feel weird all over..."    Tony's expression softened, the gentle teasing he had died on his tongue. "Ah, I know those dreams, and that feeling, kiddo. You're not crazy, you're a teen. Weird merda happens when you're a teenager."    Mario giggled, recognizing the swear word. He then shifted, turning so he was fully facing his uncle.      "Does it ever stop?"      "It does, it takes time, but it does." He got a knowing look in his eyes. "You're not really mad at your bro, huh?"    Mario shook his head, refusing to look up. "I donno how..."      "...how to 'pologize." Luigi said. A few tears beginning to trickle down, some getting caught in the mustache hairs that were just beginning to grow. "I was so mean!"    Arthur flipped through the photo album, stopping at one photo and gently lifting it from the page, held it out for his nephew to see. It was the bros, both bundled in a hospital crib.      "You know you two were so packed in your Mamma, the doc joked you must've had fist fights in there for room." He tucked the photo back into the book. "Yet you two stuck to each other like glue. Then, and now." He opened the page to their recent birthday party, lifting out the picture where the two had their arms around each other, leaning in to blow out the candles on the cake.      "Fights happen, kid. Especially right now. You two are growin' and it's not easy."

     "Bein' a teen can be a nightmare." Tony said. "But don't think everything's gonna stay bad. Yeah you guys might fight, but hey it happens." He put his arm around Mario. "The best thing is do what ya always do, say you're sorry and try not to do it again."    Both looked up as the bedroom door creaked again. Luigi stood there, tugging nervously at his shirt, with Arthur hanging back behind him.      "Go 'head." Arthur urged him forward.      "Uh, M-Mario, I..."    Mario jumped up grabbing his twin. "I'm sorry, Weege! I don't wanna be mad anymore. Please forgive me!"    Luigi grabbed him, hugging him tightly. "M'm sorry!" his voice was muffled as he pressed against his twin's shoulder. "I didn't mean it!" Luigi let go of him, rubbing his neck. "M-Maybe you c-could help with Kirby? You're good at the boss fights!"    Mario was already starting up the TV and game, holding the controller out. "I bet you could help with Kid Icarus, you're good at finding patterns in the enemies."

     "Think they'll be okay?" Arthur asked as Tony joined him. The older twin smiled.      "They'll be fine. They're nuts, like us!" Arthur slid his hands into his pockets. "Yeah, you're right." he smirked as they both started back to the living room. "Ya know, I haven't kicked your butt at a video game in a while. You up for some fun tonight?"      "Bring it on and prepare to lose, math geek."      "I'm gonna make you eat those words, book nerd." The two broke into laughter as they entered the living room. From the bros bedroom came cheering as the two started their game. In the kitchen, Giovanni shook his head with a low laugh.      "What're we gonna do with our boys, Mar?"    Marianna laughed brightly. "Love em to death, as always. All four of them."

END By "CC"

Thanks again, Vulpix!

[v3nusstardust]

✨Irresistibly delightful✨- (Niki)

Pairing : BF!Niki Nishimura x reader fluff

Sypnosis : BATH AND BODY WORKS TRIP W YOUR BFFFF AYEEE 😝😝

(a/n : bro straight up abt to go into the new year w strep throat f this bs😿. Anyway enjoy :3 also listen to the song I put Fr it’s so cunty 🫦)

You went to the mall with your boyfriend Niki. This was something y’all did every other week. You loved buying new clothes, new makeup, etc. and Niki loved to spoil you. One store in particular caught your eye though - bath and body works. Ever since you started dating Niki, you would wear more expensive scents such as Dior or Chanel. Though you had many expensive perfumes, you thought it’d be good to buy a new one from Bath and Body works to always carry in your purse. As you walked through the crowded mall You held your boyfriends hand. “Niki wait, let’s go to Bath and Body works.” You said. “I’ve never been there before.. where is it?” He asked. “I heard they have amazing scents at Bath and Body Works. It's just down that way," you said, pointing towards the fragrant direction. Niki gently squeezed your hand and smiled, "Alright, let's check it out.” He literally knows that you have over a million different expensive perfumes, but he’ll of course buy you more. Heck he’d buy you a million if you asked. You’re his princess <3

As you entered the store, the array of fragrances overwhelmed you. You explored the store and smelled each perfume. Niki couldn't resist making a show of smelling each scent with exaggerated expressions, causing you to burst into laughter.

“I don’t know which one to buy! They all smell so good. I’m debating on champagne toast or a thousand wishes.” You remarked holding both in your hands. “Get both.” Niki smiled at you. “I would Niki, but I only need one.” You giggled in response. Niki slightly tilted his head, “why don’t I pick one for you?” “Okay. Which are you gonna pick?” You questioned. “It’s a surprise. I’ll be back. This one scent actually caught my attention earlier .”Niki disappeared into the store, leaving you standing amidst the enticing array of fragrances. You continued to sniff both Champagne Toast and A Thousand Wishes, trying to decide between the celebratory effervescence of the former and the dreamy sweetness of the latter.

A few minutes later, Niki returned with a mischievous smile, holding something behind his back. "Alright, I've made my decision. Close your eyes; it's a surprise," he instructed.

You played along, closing your eyes as he gently sprayed the chosen fragrance on your soft wrist. The warm scent wafted through the air, and you eagerly opened your eyes to discover his pick. “Do you like it?” Niki asked with a glint of excitement in his eyes. “What’s it called? Warm.. Vanilla sugar? it smells delicious.” You beamed. "I went for this one because it reminds me of your sweet embrace. The scent of vanilla feels comforting, and the touch of sweetness is just like you – irresistibly delightful.”

His comment made your heart flutter. You decided to buy a candle, the lotion, a germ x and a full size perfume of warm vanilla sugar. He was right, it smelled amazing ✨💋.

[strandnreyes]

jen, i've been trying to think of something super unhinged for nice ask week and i haven't been able to think of anything. so here's my shit excuse for nice ask week and sorry that you might have to look some of these up. please rank these fictional vampires in order from least want to befriend to most want to befriend AND ALSO from not-est to hottest (others opinions are welcome - this is MY ask, MY rules - just kidding pls post this jen, i worked so hard on it):

1. count dracula, dracula (specifically, the 1992 adaptation of the novel in which gary oldman - admittedly, my older gentleman crush - plays dracula)

2. stefan salvatore, the vampire diaries

3. damon salvatore, the vampire diaries (had to ask for both brothers, come on)

4. laurent, twilight (u know i think he is a lil something something)

5. daddy cullen i mean carlisle cullen, twilight

6. dakota fanning looking extremely slay, twilight

7. spike, buffy the vampire slayer

8. count von count, seasame street

9. eric northman, true blood

10. bella swan, vampiric edition, twilight

11. blade, blade

12. me.

THANK YOU FOR COMING

hello, lola. first let me start by saying here is a different vampire ranking without a definition of best, just vibes (you create one vampire au and suddenly this is your whole life). I am not rereading it though, so no promises that I'm not about to contradict myself

I appreciate how hard you worked on asking this, so I hope you appreciate how hard I worked on answering it

Least want to befriend to most want to befriend:

damon - he seems like a walking red flag, he really does

2. dakota fanning - I respect a girlboss but I do think she would kill me after one wrong move. would constantly have a tummy ache, stressed to the max.

3. spike - I have never seen buffy, but google tells me he was a villain. have to play it safe here

4. bella - I'm so sorry bella but I think you would annoy me

5. blade - I really tried looking him up to give an honest friend ranking, but there were so many version?? is it a comic? a movie? a tv show? idk I got confused therefore he defaults to the middle of the list

6. laurent - one of the nicer members of his little posse (unlike that bitch james). might try to kill me but a good sob story would probably get me out of it

7. count dracula - i just read his backstory. that's so tragic, I think he could use a friend

8. carlisle - turning a bunch of teenagers into vampires when they were on their death bed is a little odd, but he had good intentions. and now look at the house he provides for them like I'll move in no questions asked

9. stefan - admittedly have only seen a few seasons of tvd, but he seems to have some kind of morals so that's always a good place to start for a friendship

10. eric - "calculating yet loyal and generally willing to absolve those that aggravate him, unless they have grievously crossed him. However, he is fiercely vindictive towards anyone who harms or threatens those he loves". thank you, trueblood.fandom.com. If I'm befriending all of these vampires, making him a top priority seems like a good choice

11. count von count - he has a cat. I'm using him and abusing our friendship for that. sorry count

12. lola - who shouldn't (?) be on this list (unless you have a secret to tell)

okay hotness below the cut because this is already too long

Least hot to most hot

1. dakota fanning (jane) - default to last because she is a child lmao

2. count von count - he is a cartoon (puppet? I don't know). I feel like there is only one right answer here and it is to put him in the second least hot position (unless that's your thing. you do you)

3. damon - this man creeps me out. I don't know if it's the eyes or what but again, bad vibes. stay away from her (elena), old man!

4. count dracula - willy wonka looking vampire. sorry to your older gentleman crush. you can keep him

5. eric northman - I do not know this man but he is giving 'just some guy' with a little bit of finance bro

6. bella - one too many awkward smiles while tucks her hair behind her ear moments, you know?

7. spike - cheek bones are cheek boning. some may say too much though. hair is giving 90s boy band. although for his time I can excuse it

8. carlisle cullen - not the biggest dilf in twilight, but an important one

9. laurent - unfortunate that you didn't pick the picture where he rolls up with his jacket undone and no shirt underneath. what an entrance. he also gets hotness points because laurent is a very good vampire name

10. stefan salvatore - the objectively better brother based on my limited knowledge. good picture. love a henley moment. look at those forearms.

11. blade - I don't know this man, but I would like to.

*you can't be ranked on the hotness scale because you did not provide a picture. sorry ;)

[kmze]

Thanks for the book recommendation.I love Greek Mythology.And great meta by the way.Jane Eyre is one of my favourites.I think I had read the meta back in the day.You know when s7 first started and val's character was introduced, I thought they were paralleling her with Bertha Mason since she was locked up in the prison world and Bertha in the attic.But then..well never mind.And there are some Hamlet-Ophelia/Stefan-Caroline parallels in s7 as well although not sure how intentional they were.Another thing was Defan's choice of women (Dopplegangers) having similarities with their mother.Oedipus Complex?

Anyway, I noticed this show did some cool book references over the seasons.In s1, it was Wuthering Heights,in s3 it was Moby Dick.I think Stefan had mentioned Fitzergerald's Great Gatsby being one his favourites in s1.

You're welcome Anon! If you like Greek mythology I highly recommend her books I also read The Song of Achilles which was one of the most beautifully written books I ever read, it made me cry so much. Yeah that meta was great, the account deactivated but I remember the user and she had some really great insight and posts during S6-8. God this just reminds me again of the wastedness of S7 because Dries was driven by spite rather than creativity because the way Stefan/Lily/Damon was set up in S6 looked so interesting and then it was completely neglected in S7. In 7x07 Damon even says "what is this Hamlet community theater" when Julian linked himself to Lily and then fights a duel with Enzo.

I think Dries did all that on purpose because if Lily was utilized to her ability she would have been similar to Katherine and how she was manipulating both brothers. Since Katherine was Dries' fave and she couldn't play with her anymore she held a grudge against Lily and I felt tried to make Val the new Katherine which didn't work at all. Lily was manipulative like Katherine and she knew how to play each brother differently but like Katherine she loved Stefan more. I wonder if Julie wanted to make Lily=Katherine and Sarah Salvatore=Elena in tone for that season but maybe when they changed everything for Candice's pregnancy and Sarah got dropped. Because like you said Lily and Sarah both looked like the doppelgangers with their long dark hair and doe eyes, especially Sarah when I rewatched S6 I was like wow she looks exactly like S1!Elena. Then Dries' made Val the center of the bros vs. heretics and she wasn't as strong of a character to do that with (plus she didn't care about Damon). Then the miscarriage revenge plot overtook everything that could have been done with Lily until they killed her an episode early, no I'm not bitter or anything.

Yeah they used to do that a lot with books, I think the Wuthering Heights mention was completely intentional since it's gothic romanticism and that's the tone of the show especially in S1. Plus the Catherine/Cathy vs. Katherine/Elena vibes, I'd say Damon is more Heathcliff than Stefan though. I think Moby Dick was brought up because of Stefan and everything he did to get revenge on Klaus and despite his obsession he never kills Klaus. Then there's the fact that he lets Elena drown which is kinda similar to Ahab getting dragged to the bottom of the ocean by Moby Dick. The Gatsby one is really interesting too because I don't think that was intentional foreshadowing (it was just establishing Stefan was a bookworm) but the 1920s flashbacks with Klefan and Stebekah had total Great Gatsby vibes. I would even say that Stefan was Gatsby because Klaus was intrigued (in love) with Stefan and how he taught him his favorite tricks. Rebekah would be Daisy and Klaus as Nick, I mean look at how obsessed those two were in trying to bring Ripper Stefan back in the day, it was like the obsession Daisy and Nick had over Gatsby.

[harryhoney-bee]

I'm feeling really soft and fuzzy today, So if I can request something I want to do that abeja 🐝💓

#Concept: Nightly routine with y/n and Harry- parents of two little babies.

Tag me if you write this baby ✨✨

Adore you alot 💕

Night Routine

Warning: your ovaries might explode... mine did 🤚🏻 I would give this man 9 children if he asked.

Word count: 1.7k

I have a kofi, so please consider buying me coffee if you can <3

I hope you enjoy it!! Let me know what you think 😚

“But I want to take a beth with him, daddy,” Cecília whined to Harry, while he undressed her, putting her new pajamas and towel on the bathroom counter.

“My little darling, he is still little, he can’t take bath with you,” Harry explained, taking Cecí on his lap and putting her inside the warm tub, handing her some of her favorite toys. “Lorenzo is just 6 months, he’s not as big as you.”

Harry made a bowl with his hands, wetting her curly hair and applying shampoo, a pout still on her face. “Please, daddy?” she said, her chubby hand grabbing his arm. Cecí had already mastered her puppy eyes technique, and she knew how much her dad had a weak spot for her.

“Alright, alright,” He finally gave in, “but he will stay outside of the tub, he doesn’t know how to sit by himself.”

“Thank you, daddy!” The girl splashed water around in excitement, which made Harry smile. That’s how he always wanted to see her: happy and healthy.

Harry went to the door, keeping an eye on the girl in the tub. “Baby? Are you done nursing? Cecí wants to see Lorenzo,” he tried to call his wife as loud as he could while being mindful of Lorenzo, who could be asleep by now. He never wanted to alarm any of him or Cecília with his loud voice.

In a matter of seconds, Y/n appeared in the hallway, a confused expression on her face while Lorenzo was calmly laying down on her arms, his little hands resting on Y/n’s shoulders. “What’s wrong? Why does she want to see him? We just had diner together,” she asked, heading in Harry’s direction.

“I’m not sure, guess she just missed him,” Harry answered, giving his wife a kiss on the forehead and bending down to talk to a very awake Lorenzo. “But who wouldn’t miss you, huh? Such a cutie, right buddy?” he was aware that using a baby voice wasn’t the best, but he couldn’t help, Lorenzo was just extremely adorable.

“Mommy! Enzo!” Cecília called, from the opposite side of the bathroom, “come here mommy, miss you too.”

Y/n sat on the bathroom floor, Lorenzo still with her. “Hey, my heart, having a good bath with daddy?” she asked at the same time Harry sat down by her side and hugged her from the side, laying his chin on her head.

“Yeah! Daddy always let me play,” Cecília took one of the yellow ducks and showed her mom, “This is Mc Duck.”

“Wow, he’s a very beautiful duck isn’t he?” She asked, giving Lorenzo to Harry while kneeling near the bathtub since Cecí still had to wash her hair, Y/n gently took the excess of shampoo from the girl’s hair, while Harry tried to keep Lorenzo entertained by singing him a silly song.

“He is, I love yellow,” the little girl admitted, “I think Lorenzo loves yellows too.”

“And why do you think that, Cecí?” Harry asked amused while pretending to eat the boy’s fingers.

“Because we’re are best friends,” She said as if the answer was obvious, “and friends like the same things.” Y/n and Harry looked at each other and laughed, for a five-year-old girl she knew a lot about relationships.

“Oh, how do you know that?” Y/n asked, finishing washing her hair, letting Cecília enjoy her time in the bath.

“Because you and daddy are best friends, you wear the same clothes sometimes, listen to the same music, and watch the same movies,” with every new topic she would count down on her fingers, it was quite a comical sight.

Harry’s chuckle filled the room, the baby on his lap giggled too. “Well, my little lady, you are right. But friends can also like different things, too,” he told her. “Me and mommy like a lot of similar things, but we also have our preferences.”

“Exactly, daddy loves bananas, but I don’t” y/n complemented, getting Cecília out of the tub, helping her into some warm clothes, “I don’t like to work out, but your dad always wakes up early to go for a run, see? We like different things but we still love each other.”

Harry got up from the floor, rocking Lorenzo softly, his heavy eyes indicating how sleepy the baby was. He took the combing cream in his hand and began combing Cecília’s curls with one hand, while his other arm held Lorenzo. Being a father of two made him very talented at doing two things at the same time. While he did that, Y/n was getting Cecí’s toothpaste ready.

“Daddy, do you love mommy even if she doesn’t go running with you?” Cecí asked, before opening her mouth so Y/n could brush her teeth. Normally they would let Cecília do it by herself, with their supervision, but it was already late and the couple desperately needed to get the children to bed, or else their routine would be messed up. Good thing Lorenzo seemed to be falling asleep already.

“Of course I do! We don’t love people just because they do the same things we do, we love people because they are kind and respectful to us, yeah?” Harry said, looking at Y/n and blowing her a kiss. This is what he loved the most about parenthood: watching the kids growing into their best version.

Parenting was made in many different ways, but the couple especially loved having these kinds of conversations. Even though Cecília was still young, she was already beginning to comprehend what love and friendships were, and Harry and Y/n had the privilege to teach her that.

Harry finished her hair, putting the brush and the products in their place under the sink while Y/n put on some socks on Cecí’s feet, the little girl was yawning, seeming tired. Lorenzo started to fussy on Harry’s arms.

“Guess it’s time to sleep, huh?” Harry said, caressing Cecílias head, “Tired, my baby? Want daddy to read a bedtime story to you? Or do you want mommy?” At the same time he mentioned Y/n, Lorenzo started to soft cry. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Harry asked, looking down at the upset’s baby face.”

Y/n took his from Harry’s arms, cuddling him closer to her chest, “What do you want, Enzo? Mommy just fed you” she looked at her husband, “I’ll nurse him again on the bed, he’s probably just a bit agitated, will you put her to sleep?”

“Yeah, of course.”

The woman kissed Cecília on the forehead, “have a good night, ok, baby? Mommy will take you to the playground tomorrow, alright?”

“Ok mommy, I love you and little bro too,” she said, giving a hug to her mom before she disappeared through the door with the crying baby.

Harry took Cecília by her small hand, leading them to her room, just by the side of the main suite, where the couple slept. He guided the little girl to her bed, giving her all of her favorite stuffed animals, and covered Cecília in her Lilac duvet.

“What story do you want today?

“The pirate one, please,” she asked, laying her head on the pillow as Harry went to her bookshelf, picking the one with the title Pirate’s cove. He sat by the end of the bed and began telling the story.

“I have a story for you, a story of untold riches and a young lad who found them. And who am I, you ask? Well, I am the spirit of the sand-dollar, a pirate and a buccaneer, Captain of the seahorse, the finest ship to ever sail the seven seas…”

Harry would occasionally stop to answer any questions Cecília had, but after 15 minutes he was done with the book and the girl was fast asleep, hugging tight to her little lamb. He made sure she was tucked in and turned off the lights (besides the one on the side of Cecília’s bed, she was scared to sleep in a pitch-black room), he closed the door and headed to his bedroom.

To Harry’s surprise, Lorenzo was sleeping in his bassinet by the side of the mattress. He usually would sleep in his nursery, but today just seemed like an off day to the little boy. Harry got closer to him, stroking the chubby cheeks, “Oh my little bug, did mommy let you sleep here with us? You’re not feeling fine?”

“I think he’s teething,” Y/n said in a raspy voice, taking her head from the pillow, “he’s even a bit warmer than usual, I think his gums are itching.”

“My poor baby,” Harry mumbled, turning his head to Y/n, “I hate seeing him upset, maybe we could make some homemade Popsicle, it helped when Cecília was teething.”

“Yeah, we can try that, we can make them tomorrow.” she patted the mattress, “now please come to bed, he did a number on me, I’m so tired.”

“Alright baby,” Harry took off his shirt, standing only in sweatpants, he went to the bed, laying by Y/n side, one arm hooked on her waist as she cuddled to him, placing her head on his shoulder.

“I’m so lucky to have you,” Y/n said against his neck.

“Oh baby, I am the lu--”

“--I mean, how many husbands would still love their wives even if they wouldn’t go jogging at 6 in the morning?” she said teasingly, her giggles reaching his ear.

He rolled his eyes playfully, “you are making a lot of jokes for someone who is tired,” he kissed her temple. “I’m gonna wake you up at 5 am tomorrow, so we can be fitness together.”

“Don’t you dare! You do that and your plan of being a father to three it’s over.”

“Damn sweetheart, that’s not very nice, huh?”

“You’re the one who started,” she said, before closing her eyes, snuggling to Harry’s body. The man placed a hand on her belly, falling asleep minutes later.

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[leossmoonn]

Vacation [Stefan Salvatore]

masterlist

pairing - stefan salvatore x vampire,fem!reader

type - angst, fluff

note / request - requested by @auroracalisto “sara!! for your 2k fanfics. could you do a stefan salvatore x reader with the prompt, "can you just pretend you care?" it can be fluff or angst, the choice is yours >:)” literally have no idea what this is 😭

summary - you and stefan can’t play nice even for one weekend.

warnings / includes - basically a frenemies to lovers. food, mild + suggestive language, fighting, teasing and touching, kissing. yall are in college and you are a 400 yr old vampire

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“You didn’t pack my sweatshirts! What the hell?” You exclaimed.

“You didn’t tell me to!” Stefan scoffed. “Um, false. I specifically remembered asking you to oh, I don’t know, five times!” You held up your hand.

He rolled his eyes, swatting your hand out of his face. “Well, if you did, I think I would’ve remembered.”

“No, it’s because you have a horrible memory. Must be from all that bourbon,” you remarked.

“Alcohol has nothing to do with my “horrible memory”.”

“You’d be surprised.” You turned back in your seat, crossing your arms with a huff.

“Please get along,” Bonnie begged.

“She started it!” Stefan exclaimed.

“Actually, you did,” you laughed cynically.

“This is supposed to be a nice vacation, and it won’t be with you two throwing tantrums,” Bonnie said.

“Maybe if someone remembered to pack my sweatshirts —”

“I’m not responsible for your stuff!” Stefan exclaimed.

“You specifically asked her if she needed help, though,” Damon smirked.

Stefan glared at him. “Shut up.”

“See!” You pointed to Damon.

Damon smiled at you. “I got your back.”

You smiled back at him, whipping your head around to glare at Stefan. He gave you a sarcastic smile, focusing his attention on the window. You let your eyes linger on him for a few moments. You hated to admit it, but man was he pretty.

His defined jawline, forest-green eyes, long, auburn eyelashes, and hero-hair — he was exactly your type. Too bad he was a goody-two-shoes and loved to annoy the shit out of you.

“How long until we arrive?” Stefan asked.

“Um, five minutes,” Elena answered.

“Thank god. I need to stretch my legs,” Stefan breathed out. He stretched his legs to the best of his ability, his knees digging into the back of your seat.

“Stop it! You’re worse than my nephew!” You griped.

“I’m not doing anything!” Stefan argued. He dug his knees further into your back.

You whipped around, grabbing his calf and squeezing it. Stefan winced in pain as you used your 400-year-old vampire strength, almost crushing his bones.

“I said stop it.”

“Okay… fine. Please, stop.” He gasped in pain.

You let go of his calf with one last squeeze. You turned back around, your mood changing drastically as you saw your cabin in the distance.

“Oh, it looks so cozy!” Caroline fawned.

“How many rooms does it have?” You asked.

“Five. Most people will have to room with one,” Elena explained.

“Do we have room situations figured out yet?” You asked.

“Well, El will be with me, obviously,” Damon stated.

“I’ll be with Jeremy,” Matt spoke.

“Care and I will room,” Bonnie said. “Yay!” Caroline clapped.

“So, will Y/n and Stefan have their own rooms, then?” Jeremy asked.

“Sounds like it,” you grinned.

“No fair!” He whined. “I am hurt!” Matt scoffed.

Jeremy smiled, “Sorry, bro. You snore like a bear.”

“Ha! That’s true, Matt,” Caroline chuckled.

“Oh, whatever. You should hear yourself snore,” Matt rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, I used to have to wear earplugs at home,” Elena smirked.

“Liar!” Jeremy exclaimed. “Mmhmm,” she giggled, shaking her head.

She parked the car into the makeshift driveway. You got out of the car in an instant, stretching all of your joints. You took in a deep breath of fresh air. It felt so nice after six hours in a mini-van. Everything looked so beautiful, too.

The cabin was made out of cedar. The outlining wood of the roof and the wrap-around deck was made out of walnut-colored wood. There were screen doors that led out to the backyard deck and a white door in the front. There was a pond near the back deck, a hot tub, fire pit, picnic table, and a seat swing. It was very cute.

“Do you want an upstairs or downstairs bedroom?” Elena appeared next to you.

“Downstairs.” You answered, still admiring the pond.

“Got it. You’ll have Bonnie and Care in the room on the right and Jeremy and Matt on the left,” she said.

You nodded in acknowledgment. Elena smiled as she looked at your surroundings.

“Beautiful, right?” She sighed happily.

“Indeed,” you nodded.

“Hey! We need help with luggage!” Matt called out.

You immediately went to their aid. You carried all the luggage to the designated rooms.

“Okay, do we want burgers and hot dogs or steak for dinner?” Bonnie asked.

“Cook-out,” you answered.

“Steak,” Stefan contradicted.

You turned around, scoffing at his answer. “You said that to spite me.”

“I didn’t! I genuinely want steak,” he defended himself.

“You answered after me,” you shook your head.

He shook his head with a cheeky smile. “You’re imagining things.”

“You’re annoying.” You turned back to Bonnie. “Please make cook-out food.”

“I will. We can have steak another night, sound good?” Bonnie suggested.

“Fine,” Stefan sighed.

“I love you. You’re the best!” You hugged Bonnie.

“Well, if I didn’t make what you wanted, I might have my throat ripped out.” Bonnie smirked as she pulled away from you.

“I would never do that to you,” you frowned. You turned to Stefan, giving him a mischievous smile. “But to him, yes.”

“Why do I feel like that’s a threat?” He questioned.

“I don’t know. Maybe it is,” you shrugged.

You walked out of the kitchen and to your bedroom, where you were surprised to find Caroline.

“Hey… watcha doin?” You asked.

“Did you pack your yellow bikini?” She asked.

“No. I only packed one-pieces and one high-waisted suit. Why can’t you wear one of your bikinis?” You asked.

“Because I look good in yellow! And Matt and I are going to be in the hot-tub,” she pouted.

You chuckled, “No, offense, but yellow washes you out.”

“It does not!” She gasped. “It does, Care. you’re hair is blonde and you’re white. I think red would suit you better.” You walked to your suitcase and pulled out your red swimsuit bottoms.

“Where’s the top?” She asked.

“I actually could not find it, so I brought a black top instead, but I assume you packed like, 10 suits, so I’m sure you have a red one,” you explained.

She smiled, “You’re right. Thank you.”

“Of course. Now, go and chase that old flame!” You giggled.

She gave you a playful glare, going back into her room and changing. You decided to change into a swimsuit, too. You weren’t going to spoil Caroline and Matt’s fun, but you figured you could take a dip in the pond. You picked out your green one-piece with a black ring connecting the suit in the front. You grabbed a towel and slipped on your flip-flops, making your way to the deck.

You eyed Matt and Caroline as they were seated across from each other in the hot tub. Caroline made eye contact with you, mouthing a “thank you”. You gave her a thumbs up before you made your way to the pond.

You laid out your towel, dipping your legs into the water. You hissed at how cold it was — you definitely weren’t expecting that. But other than the cold water, it felt nice. The sun was shining down on you, reflecting on the water, which was weirdly clean. From a distance, it looked musty, but it was actually crystal clear.

“Mind if I join you?” Stefan asked behind you.

“If you must.” You answered without looking at him.

He sat down besides you, putting his own legs in the water. “Wow. It’s freezing.”

“Yeah. Definitely didn’t expect that,” you chuckled.

You glanced at him, doing a double-take. You had never seen Stefan shirtless before. You never spent much time with him, so you never got the chance. But oh, how you wished you did before. He was perfect. Practically sculpted by the gods. It wasn’t hard to believe considering he was a descendent of Silas.

“You’re catching flies,” he remarked.

Your cheeks heated up as you turned your eyes back to the pond.

“You look good, too,” he complimented.

“Thanks.” You mumbled, feeling even more flustered.

“Is that new?” He asked. “Yeah. I got it a few weeks ago in preparation for this trip,” you answered.

“I like it. Green is your color.”

Your lips twitched up into a smile. “Thank you. Blue is your color.” You gestured to his swim trunks.

“It is my favorite color,” he nodded.

You glanced at him again, admiring his chiseled chest and the tattoo on his shoulder. Your eyes met his as you looked at his face. He gave you a kind smile, making you return the expression. You looked away again, looking around at the scenery.

“So pretty.” Stefan spoke softly, looking at you.

You didn’t notice his stare. You kept looking at the forest, enjoying the chirping birds and squeaking squirrels. But when you did look at him, he was staring at the fish in the pond.

“Yeah. It is pretty.” You agreed, your eyes staring at him longingly.

“I can’t believe I have to sleep next to Damon and Elena,” he groaned.

“You better have packed earplugs,” you grinned.

He cringed, “I don’t think those will help.”

You giggled, “She is loud.”

“Yeah. It’s gross,” he gagged. “Didn’t you use to date her? How can you think that?” You asked.

“I’m not in love with her, anymore. Yeah, I find her attractive and I still love her, but I just don’t think about her like that anymore.”

“Mmm,” you hummed. “That’s very mature.”

“Well, I am mature, despite what you think.”

“I suppose.”

“Do you think Jeremy will try to sneak into Bonnie and Caroline’s room?” He wondered.

“More like Caroline will try to sneak into the guy’s room,” you snorted.

“She’s still in love, hmm.”

“Yeah. It’s sad. She deserves better.”

“Yeah, I agree.”

“They’re relationship went by so fast,” you chuckled.

“I know. They hit a new record.”

You scoffed, “You are the king of fast relationships.”

“I am not!”

“Yeah, you are. You never have a relationship lasting for more than a year. That’s kind of a red flag,” you smirked.

“One, a year isn’t fast. Two, nothing about me is a red flag.”

“You saying that makes you a red flag,” you snorted.

“Whatever. I just want to make it clear that even though I have “fast” relationships, I don’t like them.”

“Why do you have them then?” You asked.

“They just happen to be that way,” he shrugged. “Are you looking for something slow?” You asked.

Your eyes met his and it felt like the world stopped for a few second. Your breathing slowed down as you noticed his eyes flicker down to your lips, then back up to your eyes. He looked away after another second of looking at you.

“I am.” He finally answered you.

“Well, I hope you find it.” You looked away from him, staring down at the pond.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

You two sat in awkward, thick silence until Stefan jumped into the pool. You squealed as he splashed water on you.

“Stefan!” You shouted.

He came up to the surface with a smile. You couldn’t help but stare. The light hit him just right. He looked like an angel. He smoothed his hair back, a few baby hairs sticking out to like his face. Water droplets ran down his chest, disappearing below his swim trunks. You wished you were those water droplets.

“Come in with me! The water feels great.” He held his hand out to you.

“Nu-uh. It’s freezing!” You shook your head.

“Looks like I’m going to have to force you them.” He grabbed you by the waist. No matter how much you wiggled and tried to kick him, you couldn’t get out of his grip. Not like you really wanted to. He was warm and comfortable to lay against. But you didn’t want to fold in front of him, so you kept fighting.

He threw you into the water, smiling as you came up to the surface with a life-threatening glare.

“I am going to kill you!” You shrieked.

“Be my guest.”

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“Good night! Elena, if you and Damon wake me up, I will make sure you two never have sex again,” Bonnie threatened.

“We’ll be quiet!” Damon promised.

Bonnie gave them a skeptical glare before going to her room.

“I’m gonna turn in, too.” Matt got up with a sigh.

“Aw, what? I thought we were gonna play COD,” Jeremy frowned.

“Tomorrow, Jer. I promise,” Matt smiled.

“Alright. I’ll come in soon,” Jeremy said.

Matt nodded, making his way into his bedroom.

“Do you wanna watch a movie, Y/n?” Jeremy asked.

“Sure. What did you have in mind?” You asked.

“Horror?” Jeremy suggested. “While we’re in the middle of the woods?” You frowned.

“Well, I don’t want to watch a chick flick.”

“We can watch a comedy then,” you said.

“Alright. Can I choose?” He asked. “Sure,” you nodded. “Let me make some popcorn.”

You got up from the couch and went over to the kitchen, grabbing a couple of popcorn bags and popping them in the microwave. Stefan followed you into the kitchen.

“What do you want?” You sensed him.

“Nothin’. I’m just bored,” he said.

“Wanna watch the movie with Jer and I?” You offered.

“Are you actually being nice to me?” He gasped.

You gave him a be careful look. He chuckled, leaning against the countertops and crossing his arms.

“Can you make me an extra bag?” He asked.

“Sure,” you nodded. “Do you want any cheese powder?”

“Nah,” he shook his head.

“Alright. Can you get me two bowls?”

He placed two metal bowls next to you. You thanked him, pouring Jeremy and your popcorn into a bowl, flavoring it with cheese powder. You popped Stefan a separate bag, handing him the bowl when done.

“Thank you,” he smiled.

“No problem,” you smiled back.

You two walked back to the living room. You sat next to Jeremy and Stefan sat in the chair across from you two. Elena and Damon went upstairs, closing the door loudly for all of you to hear.

“How long do you think they’ll stay up?” Stefan asked.

“Until two, maybe. It’s only eleven,” you answered.

“Please, let’s not bet about how long my sister will have sex,” Jeremy grinned.

You chuckled, “Sorry, Jer. Go ahead and start the movie.”

Thirty minutes into the movie Caroline went to bed. About halfway through, Jeremy got up and went to bed, too. It was just you and Stefan now. It was a little uncomfortable to be alone with him. You usually had Elena or Bonnie there to break the ice, but you didn’t have them to protect you now.

“This movie is so bad,” Stefan commented.

“We don’t have a wide range of movies. The internet sucks here,” you agreed.

“Good thing there’s no need to be on our phones.”

“True,” you nodded.

Awkward silence took over again. You decided it would be best if you went to bed. You got up and placed your empty popcorn bowl into the sink. You washed your hands and grabbed a glass of water for you to take to bed. Stefan followed in suit, lingering in the kitchen.

“Are you going to bed?” You asked.

“I’m not tired,” he said. “What’re you gonna do then?” You asked.

“Probably read.”

“Well, have fun. I’ll see you in the morning.” You flashed him a polite smile.

“Sleep well,” he smiled back.

You went to your room without saying anything back. You got ready for bed, grabbing a book and taking it to bed with you. You read for an hour before you were about to pass out. You awoke up to the sound of laughter the next morning.

You rolled over in bed and checked the clock. It was 9:30, too early to wake up on vacation, in your opinion. But you knew the laughter probably wouldn’t stop, meaning you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep. You got up and used the bathroom, washing your face and brushing your teeth before you face your friends.

You were surprised to see Matt’s arms around Caroline as she cooked breakfast. You poured yourself a cup of coffee, putting flavored syrup in it before you went to sit at the bar.

“When did that happen?” You pouted to the happy couple.

“Last night, I guess,” Bonnie shrugged. “Did Caroline sneak into his room?” You asked.

“Yep. She kicked Jeremy out. He slept on the couch.” Bonnie jutted her chin to the couch which was layered with blankets.

“He could’ve roomed with me,” you frowned.

“Ah, he thought it would be weird,” she shrugged.

“It’s not weird, but knowing him, he probably would’ve made it so,” you chuckled.

“Exactly,” she smiled.

“Y/n, would you like an omelet?” Caroline asked.

“Sure,” you nodded. “Coming right up!” She giggled.

“God, they’re like, in love again,” you gagged.

“What’s so bad about that?” Bonnie asked.

“Just the PDA. It’s gross,” you explained.

“I guess. Not as bad as Damon and Elena, though.”

“True,” you laughed.

“I thought it would be Damon and Elena who woke me up. Not these two,” Stefan remarked.

“I know, right,” you chuckled.

“Are my brother and Elena even up yet?” Stefan asked. “Don’t think so. Maybe they are and they’re just cuddling,” you shrugged.

“How cute,” Stefan stated.

“Indeed,” you nodded. “So, how did you sleep?” You asked him.

“Well. You?”

“Same here. I was out like a light.”

“You stayed up pretty late, though,” he said.

“How do you know that?” You raised a brow.

“I heard you talking. What were you doing?”

“You were spying on me?” You scoffed. “No, I had vampire hearing, you know,” he explained.

“I was reading. I do commentary when I’m reading,” you shrugged.

Stefan smiled, thinking that was a cute quality about you.

“What?” You eyed his smile suspiciously.

“Nothing. I do that, too,” he said.

“Looks like we’re twins,” you remarked. You got up from the bar, took your coffee, and headed back to your room.

“Hey! Your omelet is almost done!” Matt called out.

“Leave it near the hot tub. I’m going for a swim!” You replied from your bedroom.

You changed into a black swim suit. It was a simple one-piece, but it looked amazing on you. You grabbed a towel and headed outside to the hot tub. You jumped in, sighing in relief as the heat instantly relaxed your muscles.

You ate half of your omelet, leaving the rest for later. You closed your eyes and rested your neck on the ledge of the hot tub. You enjoyed the jet massaging your back. You had never felt this relaxed in your 419 years of being alive.

“Hey, can I join you?” Bonnie’s voice sounded.

“Of course,” you answered without opening your eyes.

She got in tentatively, hissing at the piping hot water.

“How are you not baking?” She asked.

You smiled, “I love the heat. Feels nice.”

“I bet it will once I get used to it.” She slipped in slowly, taking a seat diagonal from you.

“How did you sleep last night?” You asked. “Pretty good considering I had the bed all too myself,” she replied.

“I bet that was nice.”

“It was. I honestly hope Caroline sleeps with Matt again.”

“Jeremy can sleep with Stefan or me, then,” you said.

“He’d probably prefer Stefan.”

“I hope,” you nodded.

“So, about Stefan,” she trailed off.

“What about him?” You hummed.

“You two were alone last night, right?” She asked.

“Yeah, but nothing happened,” you shrugged.

“You two didn’t fight.”

“We don’t fight all the time,” you scoffed. “Sometimes you do,” she disagreed.

“I was too tired to fight,” you shrugged.

“Understandable. Are you going to ask him out soon?” She asked.

Your eyes shot open and you glared at her. “Don’t speak so loudly! He could be listening in on us.”

She smiled, “Sorry! I still don’t understand what’s so bad about that.”

“I just wanted to be the one to ask him out first,” you shrugged.

“More like you like the way he teases you. You don’t want that to stop, right?”

“Yeah,” you admitted. “It won’t stop when you two get together. If anything, it’ll get worse,” she snorted.

“What if it does stop one day? Like, he stops trying.”

“Do you even know Stefan at all? I know you two never hang out, but you outta know by now he is not a quitter.”

“I’m just scared, I guess.”

“Stefan likes you. You would have to be blind to not see. Just ask him out!”

“I’ll do it after this trip,” you said.

“Don’t you want hot cabin sex? You two are literally in perfect places to be together now! Plus, if you share a bed then Jeremy can have his own.”

You smiled, “Jeremy would love that.”

“Mmhmm.”

“Maybe I will ask him out then,” you hummed.

“I’ll be cheering you on all the way!” She grinned.

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It was the middle of the night and you hadn’t fallen asleep yet. You didn’t know what was wrong, but your brain couldn’t shut up. It was painful.

You had been tossing and turning all night. Your shirt kept wrapping around your body and suffocating you. The sheets on your bed felt scratchy against your skin, and your nose was all stuffed up. You hated the fact that being a vampire didn’t eliminate your allergies. You felt like that should’ve been a given.

You got up and used the bathroom for the tenth time in the last three hours. You decided to go to the kitchen and get something to drink or eat and try to watch TV until you were tired. You were surprised to see Stefan reading in the dim lamplight.

“What are you doing awake?” You asked.

He jumped at your voice, making his book fall to the floor. He got up and placed it on the coffee table before looking at you.

“Can’t sleep. What about you?” He asked.

“Same here. I’m sorry for scaring you. I assumed you heard me,” you chuckled sheepishly.

“I was lost in my book,” he smiled. “Whatcha reading?” You asked.

“The Sun Also Rises.”

“Is it good?” You asked. “It’s great. I’m surprised you haven’t read it,” he stated.

“I stopped reading since novels that should be chick flicks started to come out,” you chuckled.

He laughed with you. “I agree. I only read older books now.”

“I wish I still had my books. They’re all worn out and fragile,” you frowned.

“I could lend you some,” he suggested.

“That would be nice. I doubt you have the books I like, though.”

“Make me a list and we’ll see.”

“Will do.” You turned around with a smile, immediately running into the counter. “Fuck!”

“I thought vampires had good night vision,” Stefan remarked. “Must be your old age.”

All those warm feelings you had felt for him a minute ago died.

“I hate you,” you said through gritted teeth.

You fell to the floor clutching your side.

“It can’t be that bad,” he scoffed.

You glared at him. “Can you just pretend you care?”

He rolled his eyes, making his way over to you. He crouched down, removing your hands from your side. He lifted your tank top slightly, stopping your breathing.

The air was thick and hot between you two. Your body was flushing with heat, but your skin had goosebumps on it. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. He was so close to you, as close as he’s ever been.

He looked down at the bruise that framed your hip. He ran his fingers over your skin, causing you to hiss in pain.

“Is that really necessary?” You asked.

He looked at you through his lashes, captivating you.

“You should heal up in a few minutes.”

“I know that. It just hurt a lot,” you mumbled. You swatted his hand away. You shoved your tank top down. You looked up, meeting his eyes. You were once again captivated.

“I’m sorry you can’t sleep,” he whispered.

“It’s alright. It’s just one of those nights,” you shrugged.

Your eyes flickered down to his lips, staring at them for a few moments. You wanted to kiss him so bad. But this wasn’t how you wanted your relationship to start. You wanted to go on a date first, not make out on the floor in a cabin that was in the middle of the forest. It looked like you weren’t going to get that wish, though.

His hand came up and cupped your cheek. Your breath hitched and your eyes snapped up to his eyes. He was smiling at you, but not teasingly. It was like he cared.

As you looked down at his lips again, you decided to make a snap decision. Who cared about going on dates? It wasn’t the 1600s anymore.

You moved your body in and crashed your lips onto his. He reacted in an instant, snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him. His lips enveloped you in a wet, hot kiss. Your hands came up to his neck and your fingers ran themselves through his hair.

You leaned in further and deepened the kiss, causing him to lean against the counter. You stood up on your knees and moved to straddle to his waist. His fingers moved under your tank top and slid against your skin. You felt the urge to move your hips, but you resisted. You didn’t want to have sex on the kitchen floor.

You pulled away, breathing heavily.

“I’ve been waiting for you to do that,” he stated.

“Why didn’t you do it yourself?” You asked.

“I wanted you to make the move first so I could confirm you like me,” he explained.

You laughed, “You should’ve known.”

He shrugged, “Just wanted to make sure. Now I definitely know.”

“I was going to ask you out on a date,” you admitted.

“When?” He asked. “Probably later today,” you answered.

He smiled, “What did you have in mind?”

“Hot tub date?” You laughed. It sounded silly now that you said it out loud.

“Wanna do it now?” He asked.

“It’s four in the morning, Stefan. Plus, my swim suits aren’t dry from yesterday.”

He smiled cheekily. “Who said we have to have swimsuits on?”

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Legacies Headcanons: Rafael having a hellhound boyfriend.

Rafael Waithe x Male!reader

● when Rafael first came to the Salvatore school he just assumed you were a werewolf 

● you mostly hung out with Jed and the pack so it was a safe assumption but he soon learned that you weren't a wolf you were a hellhound

● "...what's the difference?" 

● "well for starters I have the gift of hellfire and my job is to protect other supernaturals, Klaus sent me here to look out for Hope after he died" 

● "that explains why Hope seems to avoid you as much as possible" 

● "yeah she doesn't really care for my protection but if I let the world's only tribred die it'll be my head on a silver platter"

● you have a special hatred for Malivore, a supernatural that kills other supernaturals is very frowned upon amongst hellhounds 

● you and Rafael's relationship started very causally 

● you just sort of made out one night and then everyone picked up that something was going on between you guys after that

● Landon to Rafael "are you and Y/N dating?"

● "Hmm.. . I guess we are" 

● the first time you guys use the B word is when the monster of the week is going after you and Rafael yells "don't touch my boyfriend!" 

● "boyfriend? I like the sound of that" 

● you two are always competing 

● who can lift more

● who can run a lap around the school faster 

● who's the better tracker 

● Lizzie "you guys act more like gym bros than boyfriends"

● "I don't hear anything wrong with that" 

● you and Rafael are actually pretty soft around each other in private 

● cuddling to fall asleep

● alternating between who gets to be the big spoon 

● which is also turned into a competition on who is the better big spoon 

● always holding hands 

● sitting between his legs when you read or play video games 

● him playing with your hair or you running your hand over his back to comfort him 

● no one would believe you guys could be that soft 

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Revealing Roadtrip

Characters: Damon Salvatore, Reader, Stefan Salvatore, Caroline Forbes, Elena Gilbert, Katherine Pierce (mentioned)

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Word Count: 1242

Inspiration:  “admitting that I'm right is always a good option.”

The whole gang was gathered in the Salvatore household trying to think of a plan but nothing came up.

“I’m done with this,” Caroline said as she got up “we have been looking at this for hours and we can’t come to a decision, she’s ahead of us guys just accept it.”

“We can’t just give up now Care,” Elena said, “we have one more clue to follow.”

“Which is a trick,” Damon said.

“How do you know?” Y/N asked, looking at him from her spot on the ground.

“Because, my dear Y/N, I know Katherine better than you do and it’s just like her to do something like this,” he answered as he looked her dead in the eye with a grin forming on his lips.

“As I have stated before,” Stefan intervenes “I believe it’s a good idea to follow every lead we have, we can’t know for sure what’s a trick and what isn’t”

“Of course you would like to follow this lead little bro, you want to do it just so you can have your way with the two doppelgangers at one”

When Damon said that, Stefan rose immediately to his feet, an action which his brother followed, and stood in front of each other with their chests puffing out. 

“Okay both of you, just calm down,” Y/N said as she squeezed herself between the two of them “we don’t need alpha fights right now. Damon and I will go look at that clue.”

“I didn’t agree with that,” the boy protested looking at the girl in front of him.

“Too bad I didn’t ask for your opinion,” she said as she grabbed his wrist and started walking upstairs.

“You know I’m going to be right, right?”

“In your dreams,” Y/N answered as she packed some stuff.

“You are already in them honey,” he said with a smirk.

Y/N just stared at him with an annoyed look on her face. Damon had been doing this for weeks now, the little flirting trying to get some kind of reaction out of her and she didn’t know how to react but worst of all she didn't know how she wanted him to react if she did.

She wasn't going to lie and say that she wasn’t attracted to Damon because everyone around them knew that she was, even him, and she didn’t want to think that he was just playing with her feelings and just having a good time. She hated this, not the flirting but the way it made her feel because she couldn’t feel this kind of thing for him, not now and not ever. The last time she had felt something like that it had ended horribly and she couldn’t let it happen again.

“Earth to Y/N,” Damon called as he waved his hand in front of her face “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I was just thinking about this whole mission,” she said as she shook her head trying to push back her thoughts.

“Are you thinking of giving up?” he asked her with a hopeful smile.

“In a million years,” she answered as she got out of the door.

“So we have time,” he said as he followed her down the stairs.

The place they were going to was a couple of hours out of Mystic Falls so that meant that they would go on a friendly car trip.

“You know Y/N, I think you are the only one in the whole gang that hasn't tried to kill me.”

“And why the hell do you sound so sad about that?”

“Because I would like to see that method you would use,” he said, taking his eyes off the road to look at her.

“The what that I would what?” she said not believing what he was saying.

“You know, they have tried fire, stick to the heart, all of those things, I would like to know what you would try.”

“First of all,” she said as she turned his head back to the road “I don’t want to die in a car crash, a snapped neck was enough. I would probably rip your heart out,”

“Oh, I don’t think anyone has tried that one before,”

Sophia looked at him with a little shake of the head and he had that same smirk that made her weak on her knees. Oh boy, this was going to be a long trip.

“It has to be here,” Y/N said as she looked around trying to find the house that was marked on the map that they had.

“You know it probably doesn’t exist,” Damon said as he sat down on a bench looking at a frenetic Y/N.

“Someone needs to know where this is,” she said as she looked around, finally spotting an old lady. “Excuse me!” Y/N called running after the lady.

Damon stood back looking mesmerized at her, if he was in her shoes he would have given up a long time ago, but Y/N no, she still tries to get answers even though she knows it's hopeless and he admires that in her, her resilience. 

“So,” Damon asked as she walked back to him “any luck?”

“Don’t,” she said as she sat in the seat next to him. “you already know how that went.”

“You know, admitting that I'm right is always a good option,” he said with a little smile.

“You know the woman called me crazy, CRAZY”

“You know you aren’t right?” Damon asked, looking at her eyes.

“Coming from you, that's a real compliment,” she said smiling at him.

Damon didn’t know what came to him, but when he realized it he was already holding her face and pressing his lips to hers. They both moved in sync and melted together. 

When they pulled away they stayed there looking at one another and not saying a word.

“What was that?” Sophia asked after a couple of seconds.

“A kiss,” Damon said as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

“You can’t do it, you just can’t,” Y/N said as she walked away from him to where the car was.

“Y/N wait!” he ran after and grabbed her wrist making her turn around. "What's wrong?”

“What’s wrong? Are you really asking me that?”

“Yes,”

“You know why I can’t do it,” she said looking at everything but him.

“Y/N it has been years,” he gently caressed her face “you can let yourself live by what you feel again,”

“No I can’t,” she said with tears forming in her eyes “I’m scared something will happen again, even if I want it I can’t hurt you”

“Oh honey,” he pulled her into him and hugged her “you have been doing great lately, nothing is going to happen if you let yourself feel again,”

They stood like that in the middle of a village where everyone thought they were crazy for a couple more minutes until Damon pulled away and gently grabbed her face in between his hands.

“Let’s go home,” he kissed her forehead and they made their way to the car still holding each other.

A couple of hours later, when they arrived home, Y/N made her way up to the stairs immediately under the concerned gaze of everyone that was in the living room, but especially from Damon that stood looking upstairs until he heard the door close.

I think this one deserves a part 2, what do you say?

[zodiyack]

Opposites Attract (1,000+ Follower Special!!)

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Female!Pierce/Petrova!Reader

Warnings: Possibly swearing?, fluff, indications of smut??, death/mentions of death, slight angst/violence, I think that’s all

Words: 1,667

Summary: The younger sister of Katherine was the true owner of Damon’s heart, Katherine only being his worry in 1864 due to the sister’s bond, the bond that fueled Katherine to force Y/n to join her when she escaped Mystic Falls and left Damon to think they were both in the tomb.

Note: I have no idea what to say honestly... I’ve been gone due to troubles with my computer yet you guys stuck around and that’s what matters to me. Though I may have a bit of a hard time with words, I hope you guys know that you all mean so much to me 💕💕

And if you’d like me to make a part two, which I’m already planning on doing- I just really liked the ending, or make this a series, feel free to let me know!

Taglist: @matth1w​, @redspaceace​, @fandom-puff​, @darling-i-read-it​

Masterlist | The Vampire Diaries Masterlist

Part I. Part II. Part III. Part IV. Part V. Part VI.

1864

Her back hit the wall, lips molded with his as their tongues clashed in a hungry passion. Her fingers played with his hair and pulled his face and body closer to hers. With his hands trapping her against the wall, she felt content.

“Turn me.”

“I can’t, Da-”

“Don’t. I understand, Katherine and all that...but promise me that one day, you’ll escape her grasp and run away with me.” She forced herself to look into Damon’s eyes, her undead heart breaking at the sorrow that drowned in his blue orbs. “Please?”

“I can’t make any promises...” she paused involuntarily, her heightened hearing catching a sudden ruckus from Stefan’s room and stealing her attention. Damon frowned, adjusting his grip on her waist to pull her back to reality. “I...I just can’t right now. However,” the smile returned to his lips, “one day, I will find you. And if you still want to...you may take me up on that promise, Salvatore.”

He was ready to answer when his door burst open and he and Y/n pulled away in a panic. His father stared down Y/n with a great furry in his body. She didn’t say a word, simply kissing Damon softly and nodding to Mr. Salvatore.

“Father- please-”

“No. She’s a monster, Damon! Her sister is a monster! They are monsters! Don’t you see that? She’ll kill you if you give her the chance. The same goes for Stefan and the other Pierce girl. If they’re even girls.” He mumbled the last bit of his sentence, too caught up in the belief that they were pure evil to consider any other possibility.

“She’s not a mons-”

“Yes. She is. Now, enough! I’m already ashamed of your siding with the demons, there is no need to make it worse, boy!” Mr. Salvatore grunted and put a muzzle-like-mask over Y/n’s head and called out to the rest of the hunters, watching as she was dragged away with a grimace upon his face.

Whilst Damon was traumatized, angry at his father and the world for their cruel decisions for his life, he attempted at keeping a neutral, unphased expression. “What will happen to her?”

“The same thing that will happen to the other monsters; she’ll burn.”

Present Day

Damon continued pacing throughout the house, ignoring Stefan’s pleas for him to stop. He thought about what Emily had told him, and what he needed to do. He had everything he needed, what was stopping him from going to the tomb? A gut feeling? Life? Was he just a big chicken?

He took a breather, telling himself to think about the reason he was in this mess. It was for a girl. The love of his life, to be specific. Y/n Pierce. The lovely lady who had come to stay with the Salvatore brothers after her and her sister’s parents had burnt with their home.

They felt pity for the girls, taking them in and, from then on, starting their odd journey through the supernatural world. Y/n was the first to reveal her secret; pulling away from a kiss with Damon due to her loss of control over her vampire features.

Though normally he’d be afraid, Damon had gripped her chin and forced her to look at him, awe and interest shining on his face. It was that night that he confessed his love for her, promising to take her away one day.

He chuckled at the memory, wiping his thumb across his lips. Damon remembered the taste of her lips like it was yesterday. The delicate softness paired with the lustful desire of their kisses was perfection. The kisses they had shared held something no one else could give him.

Despite occasionally hooking up with a girl or two, he was still on the search for his long lost lover. Deep down, he knew the sex was just for a distraction; even if he didn’t want to think of it as such, he knew that he was constantly comparing them to Y/n. Sometimes verbally, sometimes mentally, either way- the comments were always about the woman his heart belonged really to.

“Damon. Why are you really here?”

To find Y/n and stay true to my promise. “Just to be with you, little brother! Is it wrong that I want some bonding time with my little bro?”

“For you? Yes.” Stefan made it a point to avoid and ignore Damon as much as possible, especially with a girlfriend to protect from his ‘evil’ also-vampire brother. “Now, I’m going to ask you again. Why are you really here?”

Damon sighed. “You already know that Stefan.”

Now that Damon was closer than ever to opening the tomb, he was more than ready to reveal his true intentions. Stefan believed Damon was after Katherine, pleading him to leave as soon as they got out of the tomb. But in reality, Damon could care less about that vampire. He just wanted Y/n, but with the sisters being closer than anything he’d ever seen, he had no choice but to rescue Katherine as well.

If he was lucky, Katherine would allow Y/n to stray from her and stay with Damon, but he had a feeling that would never happen. Not with how possessive Katherine was. How she insisted that blood, as well as herself, went first.

1864

“We need to go back to them!” Y/n tried to run to her lover’s body. Her heart was racing. She’d come back to find that her beloved had been shot dead, his brother the same. Before Y/n could reach the man, Katherine gripped her waist and held her back, stronger than her younger sister due to being older in human and vampire years.

Y/n was the one Petrova to have escaped Klaus in his act of revenge. To be fair, it wasn’t his fault that he missed her. She was out picking berries, going about her life normally, before returning to a bloodied home with the bodies of the people she loved strewn about messily.

She remembered falling to her knees and cursing at whatever entity seemed to be there. Whether it was God or some other being, she demanded, through sobs, to know what she had done to deserve it.

Then, as if her prayer-like-yells of agony had been answered, Katerina showed up at the doorway. Her reaction was similar to Y/n’s; first, processing what she was seeing, then, feeling the fear freeze her in place, and finally, screaming and trying to shake her family awake, hoping as much as she could that it was all a dream.

Y/n walked from her hiding spot slowly, still shaking from her discovery but much more calmed with the presence of her older sister. “Who would do such a thing?”

She swore she could never forget the rage, paired with terror, in her sister’s eyes. “Klaus. Klaus Mikaelson did this.”

That very day, she turned her sister. She explained that they would live long enough to either kill Klaus and get revenge, or plea for his forgiveness and live their lives once more.

Snapping out of her memory fueled trance, Y/n broke free of her sister’s arms and dropped to the ground beside Damon. She pulled his head onto her lap and brushed his dark curls from his face. She chuckled to herself when she noticed her tears dropping onto his face.

“Goodbye, my love.” Y/n pressed a kiss to his forehead, then one on the tip of his nose. Finally, one on his lips, staying a little longer than the others as she savored the intimacy in their final goodbye. “If I only I had told you yes...”

She left her sister to say her goodbye to Stefan, wiping her tears away as she felt what was left of her heart crumble into bits.

Once, she had a family. And then she had her sister. Then she had her sister and an owner to her heart, the feeling of humanity returning to her undead body, feeling alive for the first time since her transition.

Now? She was back to having only her sister.

Damon felt the same way.

When he had woken, taking time to recover from the shock of being alive. Emily had told him how Katherine compelled Stefan to drink her blood, and he already knew that he drank Y/n’s blood willingly.

“There’s no point in living.” Damon pleaded with his brother after he tried to get him to feed, “They’re dead.”

Present Day

He ran into the tomb, desperate to find the sister of the vampire doppelganger. Damon sighed, ‘speaking of doppelgangers’, Elena had followed him, ignoring Sheila and Bonnie’s warnings.

“What’s that sound?”

“They can smell you.” He made his way through the tomb, eyes traveling from one decayed vampire to the other, cursing to himself each time they weren’t Y/n. Nevertheless, he wouldn’t give up. At some point, he’d gotten separated from Elena, but he didn’t care- never faltering in his search.

After spending more time looking for the vampire with negative results, Stefan had rushed in. He seemed anxious, desperate, ready to plead. And that he was. “Damon. We have to go.”

“She’s not here...” He felt like he was having a panic attack, which was more than likely. Damon threw the blood bag he had brought for her against the wall, “She’s- she’s not here, Stefan!”

“Who? Katherine? Look, I’m sorry that she’s not here, but we need to go!”

“No! Not Katherine! Y/n! She’s- she’s gone...she’s gone Stef.” Stefan furrowed his brows, feeling sympathy for his brother for a split second, then realizing how much time they were wasting.

“I’m sorry... Okay Damon? Maybe she didn’t die-”

“Don’t get my hopes up, alright?”

“Alright, I’m sorry. Really, I am. But- we need to go, like, right now.” He grabbed his brother and sped him out, gaining a boost with his vampire speed. The entire time he thought his brother was after the bad sister, but he was after the good one.

Opposites really do attract.

[breitzbachbea]

📒💖

Emi, I'm kissing you on the mouth right now, you're so sexy. In general but also for taking the bait.

Put “📓” or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I’ll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven’t written but daydream about.

The Constantinople AU

This AU is from 2017 and came about because I watched a TED-ED video about Constantinople's walls, relistened to the Aladdin soundtrack and because I had earlier talked with a friend about how I had not really seen people make a genie a woman. I came back years later to explain it to my friend Jonah and add new stuff and this year I showed it to @amber-isnt-a-precious-stone to add even more things. It's one of my favourite AUs for sure.

Dramatis Personae:

- Herakles Karpuzi (APH Greece) as Son of the Roman emperor and heir to the throne - Sadık Adnan (APH Turkey) as Soldier in the Ottoman army and Imposter Prince - Dilan Taş (Human OC) as Jinn and Sadık's unsuccessful wingwoman - Athanasios Karpuzi (Human OC) as the Roman emperor and serial skirtchaser - Salvatore Vento (Human OC) as Advisor to the emperor and Fuckface McBadDad - Michele Vento (APH Sicily) as Herakles' childhood friend

The Happenings™:

- It's set in Constantinople in an alternate Universe, close to ours. It’s the late High Middle Age/Early Late Middle Age (depending on how you want to periodize. I am working with how the German Middle Ages are divided, which is arguably a very bad method for classifying Byzantine. But this is my silly Hetalia AU, not my term paper). Around 1300, I’d say.

- Athansios Karpuzi is the current Roman Emperor, which makes Herakles the heir to the throne. Athanasios is desperately trying to wed his son off to any available suitors to form new alliances, but two things keep getting into the way: 1. Herakles is thoroughly uninterested in playing along with Athanasios’ plans. He’s not a chess piece on his father’s board if he's got anything to say about it. 2. Salvatore Vento is Athanasios’ closest consultant and protests any marriage for whatever reason he can find. For the sole reason that he has been eyeing the throne for himself the entire time and wants to marry his own son, Michele, to Herakles.

- Like in my Hetalia AU "Like Father Like Son", Salvatore and Athanasios trust each other as far as they can throw one another. There is no genuine trust here at all, no sympathy, really, they just stick together because they know the other is useful. Have some assorted banter as result of this:

Salvatore: "Immortal what a name! What a title to bear! Although immoral would have fit you much better." [Athanasios’ etymology is “immortal”]

S: "Maybe you wouldn't have to struggle to find a suitable bride for your son if you stopped dragging every young woman within and from outside Constantinople to bed." Athanasios: "He's into guys too, problem solved." S: "Oh, yeah, me dumbass thought you needed stop whoring around, how silly of me."

A: "If he is into anything at all. But if I have another child, they might keep this empire going." S: "No legitimation to the lineage's claim to power like a gay loner and a bastard child." A: "Ah yes, I hired the man whose wife ran away with his son so he could berate me about family life. How I value your opinion, Salvatore." S: "She didn't run away." A: "No, she just hides and sends you people until she can get her divorce. I'm very inclined to give it to her."

S: "They're childhood friends! They'd make a great couple!" A: "All I can hear is what a great emperor you'd make, ruling on my corpse."

- So. Herakles is staunchly resisting any marriage to anyone and minding his business one day, walking along the great walls of Constantinople. He stops to look out into the surrounding area and suddenly, hears a noise. Confused, he looks down and sees someone scaling the wall. Sadık looks up and sees the most beautiful man he has ever seen … spotting him trying to get into the city.

- Sadık is part of the Ottoman Turks, who’re conquering the area around Constantinople these days. He’s some nobody in the army and thought he’d give it a shot and get into the city by himself to earn some fame (and money).

- Herakles is seriously impressed Sadık managed to actually almost scale the famously impenetrable walls of the city. Not impressed enough to actually let him in. So these two banter a bit, Sadık now distracted by this hunk in front of his nose. Herakles correctly assesses that he’s a Turk and says of himself that he’s the emperor’s son. Sadık: “Hey, hot stuff, if that’s true and it’s so impressive, why don’t you let me in as a reward?” Herakles: “Yes, of course. And then I’ll open the gates for the rest of your people, so that you can just walk in and take the city. What impossible thing do you want to happen next, a kiss on the mouth?” Sadık: “What’s so impossible about that?”

- Either way, Herakles threatens to sick the guards on him, which leads to a “Oh no you wouldn’t” - Herakles grins and definitely would, so Sadık has to retreat. (#Don’tSickTheGuardsOnMyAssYou’reSoSexyAhaha).

- He goes back to camp, having gained nothing but a crush. He gets in real trouble for rummaging around the booty, where he finds an oil lamp and WOULDN’T YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT. Dilan, a Jinn, pops out and Sadık uses his first wish to get out of trouble. Once that is done and the two have a moment of peace, he's thinking about what to do next and his mind circles back to Herakles.

- Dilan: "Ah yes, they always want something with love ... so who struck you and what's the problem?" Sadık: "Well ... I don't really know if it's true but he said he was the son of the emperor. He certainly looked the part! And I didn't really want to wait for him to call the guards to confirm it." Dilan: "Wait ... so you want to get with the son of the Roman emperor?" Sadık: "If that handsome little shit didn't lie to me, then yes." Dilan: "Isn't that a little out of your ballpark?" Sadık: "What, is it out of yours? Can't help me in that case, magic lady?" Dilan: "Psht, don't make me laugh! I can make the impossible happen, just tell me what you need." Sadık: "I dunno ... I guess getting inside the city?" Dilan: "That's it? That's all you need? That's less than a no-brainer -" Sadık: "Oh yeah, if it's so easy then, save that second wish for later. I got past one of the walls already once, I'll figure that out without your magic." Dilan: "Alright, alright ... and what about the wooing of your sweetheart?" Sadık: "That we'll see to once we're there ..."

- Dilan and Sadık chitchat while they make it to Constantinople. Dilan spends some time in the lamp, because walking is boring, but she does tell him that she's pretty sick of being in there. So that's where Sadık learns about her wishing to be free. Dilan in turn learns that Sadık doesn't have such a rosy life either (especially because now he can't return to the army, after he basically deserted).

- So they get to Constantinople and decide to actually factcheck if they got the right guy - and if yes, some general information about the emperor's son. Luckily enough, a friendly trader/tradesman tells them a bit about the city and the imperial family. Dilan: "So, did you by any chance ever see the emperor's son?" Trader: "Oh, well, that's an odd question, isn't it? But since you don't seem to be from here, I can understand the curiosity. Well, let me think ... You often see him only from afar ... during a triumph where he had accompanied his father during the campaign I got to see him up close. What a regal figure there at the head of the troops!" Sadık is too lost in the vision of his crush all decked out in military gear on a horse. And then taking all that gear off and being a regal figure while he fucks Sadık into the sheets … Dilan: "Yeah, yeah, yadda yadda, we need something more concrete. Height, hairstyle, haircolour, what does the dude look like?" The trader/tradesman is a little baffled but does provide a description that lines up with who Sadık saw. So with that information, they start to wonder how to woo a future emperor.

- Luckily, now that the trader/tradesman thinks they're here for imperial gossip, he actually mentions the fact that Emperor Athanasios hopes for his son to follow his footsteps and is currently looking for a suitable match, so that Herakles can be of political use even while he's still in charge. So Dilan and Sadık get an idea how to get into the city and Herakles heart. Or his pants. Milestones are still up for negotiation.

- After the grand entrance happened, where Herakles definitely took offense at either "Heard your prince was a sight lovely to see" or "Heard your prince was hot, where is he?" because either question was accompanied by Sadık's flirty looks, Athanasios actually lets Sadık and Dilan into the palace. There he and Salvatore discuss the entire thing, aka if whoever Sadık pretends to be is a good match.

- While they talk political stuff and snark, because of course Salvatore is against it, Sadık continues to feel very smug in his new princely identity and makes flirty eyes at Herakles. Herakles is just like "ugh" and much more happily plays with his cats. Which tbh sounds like they're 16 or something, but they're not that much younger than in canon (I think they'd be 22 and 24 here).

- Hijinks ensue. Herakles tells his dad that he’s a Turkish soldier that tried to sneak into the city and Athanasios doesn’t believe him, thinking Herakles is now lying badly to not get married. Dilan and Sadık are developing a friendship that is best described as hoes being bros.

- Dilan: "Look, you like cats. Cats are furry. Hairy, if you will. You know who else is hairy? Sadık. He's juuust as hairy as a cat - shhhht, I'm wingmanning for you and it's working great, you can thank me later."

- At first, Dilan mostly employs her magic for some silly little things with Sadık to woo Herakles. It doesn't work very well. Herakles: "I know it's magic, that's not impressing me - Okay, it is kinda cool, but you're still a dick." Dilan: "But a dick with a cool sidekick, come ON! What else do you want me to do to make the nerd viable?!" Sadık: "You call that wingmanning?!"

- Once Dilan realizes dickbags Athanasios and Salvatore are, she also uses little magic tricks to continously make their lives worse. Ironically, this may be what finally endears her and Sadık to Herakles. (If you haven't noticed, he doesn't like his father very much and Athanasios doesn't care for him aside from being a political pawn).

- At one point, Michele shows up at court! Herakles is overjoyed to see his childhood friend, which he hadn’t seen in years! Sadık is absolutely not, because it looks like just when he and Herakles almost had something, this twat shows up and steals the show!

- Dilan: "Well, I can't make him not love this dude, but I could beat the dude up." Sadık: " ... keep that in mind."

- However, when Dilan goes to investigate what Michele is doing here (and wingwomanning again), this ensues: Dilan: "Hey brah, what's up, why so blue looking? Is it because your boo just told you you ain't his number one anymore?" Michele: "I, eh ... no ... May I ask who you are?" Dilan: "Just one of the servants of the insanely charming and powerful - and hairy - Prince who's here to marry the Prince. Yep, he's sooo gonna marry that guy." Dilan: "There was a whole musical number about it, you should have seen it, I was on top of my game." Michele: "Sure heard about it, you stirred up trouble here. Hope it helps ... I'm not saying that Herakles should marry someone his dad set in front of him, but it'd be nice if he found someone at last. He told me he was very lonely the last years ... I don't want to leave him behind just as lonely again." Dilan: "Yeah, it'd be - Leave him behind?"

- Dilan: "Good news! His loverboy is not here to stay! He wants to go to the west, he's just here because of his terrible dad!" Sadık: "Oh, that's good! Wait ... isn't his father that asshole of an advisor?" Dilan: "Yeah. Why." Sadık: "The guy who wanted to marry his son to Herakles since apparently forever?" Dilan: "Yeah, but his son is not going to marry him." Sadık: "I smell a trap 10 miles against the wind."

- There is no trap however. Herakles realizes that the crush on Michele is nothing but a childhood crush and has to be left in the past … and that he wants to move forward with Sadık. When he wants a conversation one-on-one, Dilan wants to make it a one-on-two, but Herakles asks her if she doesn’t want to keep Michele company in the gardens, it’s not gonna take long, an hour or two at most. Then she can also fetch Michele when they’re done, so that Herakles can say goodbye before he leaves for Sicily.

- Dilan thinks about it, finds it’s not a trap (and if it was, nothing she and her fists couldn’t solve) and goes in the garden. There she talks with Michele and makes the mistake to either show off her magic powers, tell Michele of TurGre’s meetugly (#Don’tSickTheGuardsOnMyAssYou’reSoSexyAhaha) or to be like: “Hey, do you wanna know a cool secret? Sadık isn’t a Prince, all of this is my doing. Pretty cool, eh?”

- Unfortunately, they’re not alone. Salvatore was searching for Michele in the gardens, to get his “fucking rotten brat of a son” to play along after all instead of disappearing once again. So he overhears this. Salvatore: "Oh, so Prince Sadık is not a Prince? That's a funny joke indeed and I'll laugh my ass off the hardest in the end."

- So just when Herakles and Sadık had time to talk about their feelings and confess and, also, you know, make out and fumble for good measure, they get interrupted. Literally when Herakles was finally stripped down to his tunic and Sadık slid his hand underneath it.

- Athanasios: "This is gonna be the last wall you breached, you little rat." Herakles: "Dad! Stop it!" Athanasios: "This man nearly ruined our dynasty. Arrest him." Salvatore: "Arrest the man indeed. Go and get the ex-emperor." Athanasios: "Ex-Prince. It's not the right time for your snark." Salvatore: "I'm not talking about that small fish. Guards - arrest this careless idiot who nearly ruined our city by letting a scammer into its walls! Clearly the emperor's been in on this and can't be trusted!" Athanasios: "You've lost your mind." Salvatore: "You've lost yours and it's actually the thing you'll miss the least when syphilis is going to eat away the last of your rotten brain in the dungeons. So get him! And that ottoman faker, too, just get the trash out of here."

- The scene ends rather dramatically, because I love the thought of Michele and Dilan rushing to their help, but they get held back. Dilan maybe gets restrained by some anti-magic stuff. And Dilan begs Sadık to use his last wish to help him. To solve this problem. But Sadık refuses, because he promised to use it to set her free. So Dilan is just livid and upset, distraught, yelling at him to let her do something while he gets taken to the dungeons.

- So now Salvatore’s in charge and setting his plans into motion. PR is of course the first thing that needs to be done, so there’s a speech to Constantinople’s masses: "But, as you know, I respect and regard the royal family, the entire dynasty, more than any of you! So I am not going to assume power, it'd be a crime against God himself who granted us this emperor, if I had removed him for anything but his unstable condition and his tragic mistake of almost letting his lineage being tainted! Not to mention that this would have been the end of our beloved empire, our city, suddenly overrun and ruled by those barbarians! No, of course I'll give my power to the true heir who was merely a victim to his father's incompetence. To prove I really mean it, I'm even going to give up my son to the Prince, to forever bind my loyality to the throne!"

- Michele: "I hold no more respect for you as father as I did when we left. I'm not going to play along your perverted plan." Salvatore: "Well Michele, if you don't respect me as father, then maybe you'll respect me as the Roman Emperor!"

- Meanwhile, in the dungeons, Athanasios and Sadık have some great chitchat. Sadık: "Guess that's some quality father and son in law bonding time, eh?” S:“Though I'm pretty sure your son would rather call me daddy than you." A: "Once this entire drama is over, I'll have you decapitated. Or just kick you back to your people and let them handle this." S: "Ah, but when I came here as a fake prince, your arms and gates were wide open. Should've listened to your son when he told you so."

- Here’s also some Salvatore content: Athanasios: "And now you strut around in my clothes. I'm surprised they even fit you fatass!" Salvatore: "Oh, the entire imprisonment is really getting to you, ain't it, emperor tightlips? Ah, I meant - ex-emperor tight lips. Now you've sunk low enough to insult me with such details. Is it because you have nothing else left now that you're off your high horse?" Salvatore: "I thought so. At least you're enough of a sound mind to not threaten me with 'once I get out of here' hot air. Because we both know you're not getting out of here in a lifetime anymore. And yes, I’m wearing your rags, since I’ve got no time to waste.” Salvatore to Sadık: "Actually, it's sad that you aren't going to be there to watch it. Although, I think a public execution would just spice the entire wedding festivities up, if I think about it."

- Ah yes. The wedding. Herakles: "You look great today, my love. Like a polished jewel." Michele: "Thanks. I'd never seen a man more handsome than you though. Truly, a prince with all his qualities seen right away." Both: -sigh- Ft. Dilan, who’s just watching the kids sadly and is trying to reassure them she got this, she’s gonna find a way, it’ll be fine!!!

- Herakles and Michele wonder why Sadık didn't use that wish. To which Dilan replies he said he'd free her with it, but she didn't believe he'd actually uphold that promise. And he shouldn't have because now she's useless and he's in trouble. (And Hera only falls more in love with Sadık, because being a good person is HELLA swoony.)

- Dilan also tries to cheer them up and I believe she can still do small magic tricks, she just can't get out of whatever shackles/confinement she is in. So when she isn't despairing or raging, she tries to cheer Herakles and Michele up with some silly little tricks. She shapeshifts into their fathers to make fun of them. Which leads them to an idea ...

- I have no idea what it is though. I only know that the grand final and resolution involves shapeshifting. If anyone who's better at plots wants to give me ideas, please do.

- However they manage to stop Salvatore's machinations, this is what follows: Salvatore gets thrown into the dungeons. Herakles decides to not let his father out and instead take the crown himself. He becomes emperor and marries Sadık. Sadık uses his last wish to set Dilan free. Michele goes to travel to Sicily, promising he’ll write letters to them and come visit some day (Dilan promises the same).

- The end of Salvatore and Athanasios rotting in jail together is SO satisfying to me, bc now that they are useless to each other, there is nothing left to do but be a pain in each other’s ass. They hate each other and they DESERVE EACH OTHER.

Sequel Bait:

- Before we get to the sequel bait, let me give you some prequel bait for a change. Here's a little "what if one of the many suitable matches for Herakles had been one of the Beilschmidt brothers" scenario. Plus free medieval history lesson:

- Now for the actual sequel: Three years come and go. Herakles and Sadık settle in their new rules as emperor and ... emperor's husband. (I don't know if Byzantine empresses were "put into office" in the same way the Emperor was. If someone is more knowledgeable about this than me, correct me).

- Their marriage is going swell, however both struggle in their new official roles. Herakles faces all the administrative problems and tough decisionmaking that comes with being a ruler, while Sadık struggles to be accepted by the people of Constantinople. Where Herakles tends to take care of the court, Sadık tries his hand at being a military leader.

- One morning, Sadık wakes up with Herakles in the room. Which should not be surprising, if it wasn't for the fact that Herakles had left the city yesterday. He's oddly nonchalant about it when Sadık asks him and also ... weirdly chipper? Eager? Kitschy in his flirting? He's at first flattered, but soon very confused by everything and wonders if either he hit his head real hard in his sleep or if Herakles fell off his horse when he tried to make it out of the city.

- Turns out none of it, because after some more eyelash fluttering, his "husband" goes POOF! and turns out to be Dilan, who's on the floor laughing. "You should have seen your stupid face! Really! Wait, I'll show you!"

- After Dilan is done shapeshifting into Sadık, absolutely overacting his reaction and argueing with him about it, they finally get to catch up. Turns out that Dilan was bored by travelling around the world and wanted to check in on her old buddy.

- She couldn't have chosen a more opportune time to do so. Once Herakles returns, he ... at first has a weird reunion with his husband. Sadık is kind of wary around him and starts to list his attitude and general personality traits/ticks as proof for ... something. Takes a while for Herakles to get the news that Dilan is back, too.

- Herakles is very relieved to hear that! He wanted to confide something in Sadık, because after he had returned to the city, someone had taken him aside. Natasa Simonides, an old and trusted courtly advisor, needed help. Recently, her husband Ibrahim disappeared and she's worried.

- Natasa also told Herakles a secret: Ibrahim is a Jinn, which is why his disappearance worries her even more. Herakles informs Sadık and asks Dilan if she knows anything, but she sadly hasn't heard anything either. - Before she can zip off and see if she can find Ibrahim, Herakles asks another favour of her - to educate Natasa's twins, Timothea Farah and Omar Veniam instead. Natasa thinks they may be able to find their father, but they don't know they're half-Jinn, so they'd need some guidance. Dilan happily agrees to be their teacher!

- My only more in-depth infos on Jinn and their children with humans comes from this Monstrum video by PBS Storied. I don't think Thea & Omar would need to be taught by anyone to be seers and how to be in communication with non-human spheres, but it makes for a better story.

- So Dilan is off to teach the kids while Sadık volunteers to go and search for Ibrahim. Herakles resumes his imperial role in the city.

- It's not really fun and as the people become more and more agitated with the status quo, more and more people "remember" that the old emperor is still around. Enough people are going "What's that kid knowing anyways?! All those highfangled ideas and useless reforms, for what?" that a select few decide to stage a coup by releasing Athanasios from the dungeons.

- Now, I still haven't decided if Salvatore also gets let out. The problem is that I really would begrudge him his freedom ... but I also begrudge Athanasios his freedom! It doesn't feel fair that one bastard gets to walk free and the other doesn't!

- Out in the field, Sadık isn't having much more luck. No Jinn in sight and the trouble he has with a few of the men that accompany him keeps him thinking about the acceptance problems again. He really wishes at one point that Herakles wasn't emperor at all. You can imagine how terrible he feels for these thoughts when news of the coup catches up to them. Be careful what you wish for and all that jazz. On top of that, he gets into trouble as well - betrayed by some of the men he had taken along. He gets stuck in some place like a cave or an abandoned house he was investigating ...

- Sadık finds a large sealed bottle and thinks 'Well, what's the worst that could happen?' He is greeted by a GIANT cloud of smoke instead of anything edible/drinkable. By the time the cloud is human-shaped, he already has a giant grin on his face. Sadık: "Hah! I have a sixth sense for this kind of stuff!" Jinn: "Greetings, mor-" Sadık: "Yeah, yeah, quick question, is your name Ibrahim? Or do you know one of your kind called Ibrahim who's been passing through recently?" Jinn: "My name is Ibrahim - " Sadık: "Great! You know a Greek lady called Natasa? I take that look as a yes. Okay, so first wish is to get us out of here, second wish we'll see, third is like freeing you from the whole servitude bit - You do the three wishes thing, right? Anyways, your wife and kids are wishing for dad to come home, so get us out of here, you'll get explanations on the way back."

- In the meantime, Dilan and her protégés, along with Natasa and Herakles, have been trying to figure out how to solve the problem at court. It doesn't help that the news of Sadık's troubles also reached them (I know the speed of spreading information may be historically hella inaccurate, but I need it for the drama). So Dilan is torn between helping her best bud and helping the rest at court. The Greeks cook up a plan and assure her that she should go and help Sadık, they've got this.

- The plan is to get Athanasios to do something incredibly stupid that would immediately turn the people against him. They exploit the fact that Athanasios likes to listen to words that fall from pretty lady's mouths. So Timothea flatters her eyelashes and promises to tell him something of a vision she had ... that the divine has something to tell him through her. (Don't worry for her, she may have to endure his fingers under her chin, which is infuriating and nauseous enough, but no more skin contact than this). Thea gets backed by her brother to lend it more credibility once Athanasios considers with his head and not his dick.

- And we can all appreciate that Dilan has been sent away, otherwise the scene would have been like this: Thea: "The spirits are talking to me about you ... " Dilan: "Mhm, mhm, indeed, I can hear them to. They're saying that you're a bitch!"

- Dilan in the meantime reaches Sadık, Ibrahim and those of his troop that haven't betrayed and abandoned him as soon as they heard of the coup. A little happy reunion before she immediately fills them in on what's happening.

- They come up with a plan themselves to finally get rid of Athanasios and the Simonides and Herakles have begun to sweat a little back home, because Athanasios mistake of listening to the twins' advice has bought them time, but not really solved the problem yet. Which is when Dilan and Ibrahim sweep in, concocting an illusion powerful enough to wrap up everyone in Constantinople and make Athanasios seem like the literal devil. Some mass-hallucination miracle bullshit, truly, to assert that he doesn't deserve the throne.

- Maybe for good measure, Athanasios disappears after the illusion is over. Dilan and Ibrahim have no idea where he went, they say with a smile.

- Another grand finale! The four lovers are reunited, Thea and Omar are overjoyed to have their dad back and he is overjoyed to have his kids back. When Dilan tells the Simonides twins that they did a great job, she's a good teacher after all haha!, Ibrahim and Natasa invite her to stay. Dilan says that they don't need her, surely, now that Ibrahim can teach them, but Ibrahim says he could use some help. Herakles also encourages her, saying that he'd love to have her at court - and Sadık also bullies her into staying. "What do you wanna do, see the world again? Didn't do much for your peanut brain the first time around, maybe hit the books together with Hera so that you'll be a passable teacher some day."

- Dilan and Omar also have evolved a crush on one another during this entire mess. That's what I'll leave you with - all well that ends well.

Also hey you! Thanks for reading all of this! Here's a little bonus content if you made it this far!

A wonderful fanart of Michele and Salvatore by my beloved friend C0FFINATED over on twitter!

Here's an amazing commission of the Greeks and Turks by @captkirkland ! I'm not sure if I'm allowed to repost the pictures myself on tumblr & you shoud reblog it from him anyways. Show him and his amazing art some love! From left to right it's Timothea, Herakles, Omar, then Dilan, Sadık and Havva (who's not featured in this AU, rip. Things would have worked to well with their brainpower).

Thanks for reading this! Hope you have a wonderful day!

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Second round of thoughts, after finishing the first movie:

- Rose looks BALLER in her old timey outfit

- James needs to put on a FUCKING shirt

- I love Erica. Like, so much.

- Bella’s living one of my worst nightmares with that group of shitty guys in Port Angeles, and I wish Eddie had taken every single one of them out then and there

- I know this is a pretty common note for the first movie, but shoutout to that dude in the restaurant who was just thinking about his cat

- Can Twilight vampires compel people? I’m pretty sure the answer is no, in which case, that SUCKS bro. And that also raises the interesting question, could an Original vampire of TVD compel a Twilight vampire like they do with other TVD vampires? Prepare for a lot of crossover hypotheticals as I watch these 😂😂

- That seems like a big high school for a town with less than 4,000 people…

- “I know what you are” “Say it out loud” I’ve been WAITING for this. Iconic.

- I literally can’t get over the sparkling vampires. Like, I CAN’T

- I love Carlisle so, so much

- LOVE Emmett waving the knife in the background when Bella comes over for dinner

- Ok, this is a callout for Stefan Salvatore too, but WHO TF would choose to relieve high school over and over and over??? And yeah, I know it’s the whole “start younger stay longer” thing but BRO, I’d so much rather move more often than redo high school every 10-15 years

- Dude I could not take not sleeping

- I’m so glad this movie is on Netflix now

- CHARLIE AND HIS GUN 😂😂😂

- AHHHHH FUCK YES VAMPIRE BASEBALL!!! This is my favorite thing in the first movie, literally all I want is to play vampire baseball. Also, I love Esme and Emmett so much

- James, what THE FUCK are you WEARING???

- Laurent seems cool. I remember him being cool in the book

- The standoff with James and the other vampires looks like the beginning of a dance/rap battle

- Poor Charlie!!! When she leaves oh my godddddd I’m gonna cryyyyy 😭😭😭😭😭

- Ugh, James straight SUCKS

- Ok, I feel like Carlisle is hella risking Bella’s life just to give Edward a teachable moment about self control and decision making

- So many kudos to Charlie for not fucking murdering Edward on sight based on the information he has about everything that happened with Bella

- “I leave you alone for two minutes and the wolves descend” LMAOOO

- Their dance at the end is so sweet 🥺

- I remember watching this movie a long, looooong time ago and having to look up whether the girl at the end was Victoria 😂 to be fair though, I also didn’t recognize Nina Dobrev as Katherine right away, so they got to the reveal of the picture/flashback with her and I was like… who is that? Is this supposed to be some big dramatic thing? 😂😂😂

Overall, I liked it!! Vampires are just fun, and even though I never got into Twilight, this movie’s got some solid nostalgia going for it. I literally can’t wait for New Moon though, I’m so excited to actually get past the first part of the story this time! 😂😂 Here goes nothing!

[hellsbellschime]

Let’s go down the list shall we:

Katherine: gets impregnated with child out of wedlock, child torn away from her right after birth. Her entire sympathy arc is based on a child she didn’t even connect with.

Rebekah: Believes her trashy life will all be fixed with a hello kitty bandaid if she just had Kids and a Hubby, (when all she needs to do is get away from her toxic brothers and experience life on her own)

Isobel Flemming: Teen mom ™ who regrets child but loves child who wants child but doesn’t want child, who looses child because the guy is a coward, leads person who clearly wants to use/kill child to said child, then turns around and says I love child. (It’s like they couldn’t stick to a single villain arc because how could a mother possibly not care about her child when even the shitty dad does all the while having eight different dad hates child story lines sitting in the back burner.)

Valerie Tulle: gets pregnant with Stefan’s child and has child LITERALLY beaten out of her, has child PHYSICALLY beaten to death inside her, is pushed to the fucking ground and kicked in the stomach till child dies, commits suicide because of loss of child, is not even given the dignity to choose her own death, comes back as first Heretic to exist, all of this to push plot and create dRaMa b/w steroline. Yes they actually used a women who was violently beaten to near death and experienced an even more violent miscarriage at the hands of a guy who believed the child will make him late for a bone sesh, revolve around steroline and how Stefan wouldn’t love Caroline if he just had that child, THERES HALF A EPISODE JUST DEPICTING STEFAN’S MANPAIN ON LOOSING A COULD BE CHILD, when Valerie literally acts like a mechanical robot reiterating facts and her entire emotional “reaction” so to speak is her committing suicide AND NOTHING ELSE (as if they couldn’t be bothered to write female trauma) Like JFC you CANNOT TELL ME THIS IS DISGUSTING FUCKING SHIT THAT SHOULD NOT EXIST.

Jo Saltzman: Looses twin foetus children on her wedding day, is literally killed by her abusive psychotic brother on the fucking alter, to cover up Candice’s pregnancy, JESUS, HOW DID A PERSON WHO IS NOT UNHINGED IN THE BRAIN SIT DOWN AND COME UP WITH THIS, and not for one second think how fucking traumatising ALL of this is FOR NO GOOD REASON. Not even good plot, this was all for logistics they could’ve fucking covered up in a hundred other different ways.

Caroline Forbes: Do we even have to mention it? Is forced to endure pregnancy she has NO obligation to endure, is not even given a single scene to process the pregnancy and come up with a coherent response that isn’t “I will do it for you” forces herself to marry a man who is as old as her dad in human years for said children, said man turns around and tells her she is not these children’s mother to her face when she was literally FORCED into giving birth to two children that aren’t even her own. Looses all character development and becomes Mother of child ™.

Hayley Marshall: Nah bro I shouldn’t have to TELL you, but ok, gets pregnant with an abusive psychopath’s child, ykw the list is too long, y’all know the drill choked when wanting abortion, experiences atleast 7 near death experiences in the nine months she was pregnant all because Klaus wanted to play King to three streets and one marsh, and she was KWEEN of the werewolves, has the most violent birthing experience, her child revolves around Klaus’ redemption, hence her character fully revolves around said child and directly/indirectly Klaus, is turned into a fucking animal when she decided to do one damn thing for her own child, is nothing more than “Mother of Hope” throughout the show.

Freya Mikaelson: Of ALL the different things a women in literal captivity FOR HER ENTIRE LIFE can experience for backstory Trauma™ OF EVERYTHING they could choose, they yet again go for traumatic pregnancy, a self-induced miscarriage and a SUICIDE story revolving around said pregnancy, her selling point to the Mikaelsons is “I lost a child I won’t let you lose yours.” LIKE ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? Forget misogynistic writing that’s just paper-thin-rumpled-trash-in-trash-can writing.

Esther Mikaelson: Chooses to give up her first born child for the prospect of multiple children, in Lenore’s body actually bloody tells Hayley she can have more babies if Hayley allows her to make Hayley Human, Hayley CONSIDERS THIS SERIOUSLY. Is actually shown to want to become human so she can have more babies.

Sarah Salvatore: Black woman who is KILLED by Damon to give manpain TO DAMON, like bruh wtf?? You seriously had Damon kill a pregnant black woman and give him manpain in the form of guilt to redeem him? YOU MADE A WOMAN’S MURDER ABOUT HER MURDERER’S GUILT?? JP and her team of writers cannot get more fucked up than this

Feel free to add to this, and if any fucker ever dare come to your page trying to fight that tvd/to is not MISOGYNISTIC in its ENTIRETY, you send them to this post, and this post only contains pregnancy related batshit crazy misogyny in the show, if we went through everything that is misogynistic, I’d say the transcript of the show is an entire comprehensive list of all of it. And seriously anybody who believes JP’s writing isn’t the most misogynistic sexist piece of writing that’s just a steaming hot pile of rotten shit, Well then I sincerely suggest you fuck off to some other corner of the world where TO/TVD stans can gather and lick white manpain experiencing male dick.

Sincerely someone who has watched TO/TVD top to bottom and is traumatised.

LOL yes exactly, like I don’t understand how someone could see this and say that it’s not so soaked in misogyny that nothing in the show can be separated from the violent sexism. Saying “well this character stood there in one scene and didn’t say anything sexist so you can’t call the entire thing sexist and if you do then you’re basically doing the same thing as calling all men sexist” (and like I don’t want that anon to start that argument again but LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ANALOGY) is an absurd, fatuous argument. 

[hellocutepanda]

The Plan

Her eye was twitching. Again. Eye twitching was an indication of stress. Caroline closed her eyes and pressed her fingers to the eye that was twitching in effort to stop. Maybe if she pressed hard enough she could stab her brain with her fingers and put herself out of this misery. 

As if he knew what she was thinking she felt Stefan’s hand on her arm. She could feel the concern emanating from him in waves. It was nice to think he was concerned enough to stop her from stabbing herself in the eye, but she was pretty sure he was looking to restrain her should she make a lunge for his brother. As Damon was the usually main source of most of her stress which was a direct result of being in miserable situations that he was usually the cause of. 

“Blondie, are you paying attention?” 

Caroline opened the the eye that wasn’t twitching to glare at Damon. 

“As fun as it would be to play one eye’d pirates with you, we don’t really have the time.” 

Seriously was silently but clearly expressed with the tilt of her head and the accompanying glare. 

Damon’s glacial blue eyes widened to say that yes, he was serious about not having the time as Caroline felt Stefan’s hand curl around her arm thus confirming that he was trying to restrain her from hurting Damon and not herself. 

“Now, as I was saying, since a certain Barbie wasn’t listening, after we crash the Mikelson ball bash, we track down the Big Bad and get him into the library.” 

“Damon, we should just talk to him in the ballroom, where he is less likely to tear us to shreds in front of the entire town.” Caroline said as she dropped her hand from her eye and gave Stefan a reassuring look that she wasn’t going to murder his brother. At least not right at that moment. 

“He wouldn’t tear us to shreds.”

“Uhhh, hello? We are only going to ask to borrow his moon stone and some of his blood so we can save your psychotic girlfriend Katherine that Klaus has made it his life goal to murder in a really super specific way. How is he not going to want to murder us as well when we ask him for his help?”

“AND” Caroline said, holding up her hand to keep Damon from responding until she was finished.

“AND” she repeated ”what makes you even think he is going to want to help us?” 

“Yeah, Damon. You haven’t even told us how you are going to get him to want to help us.” Stefan asked, his dark brows pulling together in concern as his hand dropped away from Caroline’s arm. 

“Oh ye of little faith. I know exactly the thing to get the Big Bad to help us.”

Caroline and Stefan waited for Damon to continue, the silence lengthening to the point that they both realized Damon wasn’t going to say anything more.

Stefan threw out his hands as his eyebrows went up as he spoke. “Well?”

Damon smirked as he spoke. “First, he is going to want to help because he wants to kill Katherine himself. Can’t do that if she is already dead. Second, we are going to promise him a date with Blondie.”

“Are you out of your mind?!” Caroline screeched as she came off the couch and lunged for Damon. 

As quick as Caroline was, she was still a baby vampire. Stefan was up and off the couch and in front of Caroline before she could grab Damon. Honestly, with what Damon said, Stefan was willing to let Caroline throw Damon around. It was well worth the risk of damaging the antiques in the Salvatore living room. 

Damon jumped back and held his hands out ready to defend himself in case Caroline managed to slip past Stefan. She already managed to kick the shit out of him twice. He wasn’t looking to give her a chance at a third time. 

“Calm down, Barbie. It’s just a date. Take him to a movie, sit in different rows. It will be fine. I’ve done it plenty of times.” 

Both Caroline and Stefan stopped struggling to look at Damon, both of them nonplussed at what he had just said. 

“What?” Caroline said with her brows drawn together, and Stefan echoing his own “What?” at his brother’s statement. 

Damon dropped his hands and shrugged. “I mean they didn’t necessarily know we were on a date together. And I did eat them after the movie was over” 

Stefan sighed with resignation as he let go of Caroline to rub his forehead from the sudden headache that he always seemed to get when he was with his brother.

Caroline went from dumbfounded back to mad in the time it took her to take a breath. “That’s not a date you creeper. That’s called stalking and murder!” 

“Stalking. Murder. Date. Whatever.” Damon said with another shrug as he turned to go to the sidebar to pour himself a drink. 

“God! No wonder you and Katherine are together.” 

“Love is love is love.” Damon said as he lifted his glass in a mock toast before downing the contents. 

“Ugh.” Caroline said as she turned and collapsed back on to the sofa.

“So back to the plan.” Damon said as he refilled his drink. 

“Why does it have to be a date?” Caroline groaned as she went back to glaring at Damon. 

“Because he likes you.” 

“Ugghh.” Caroline groaned at the reminder of the original hybrid’s crush on her. “And why am I helping you again?”

“Because you care about me enough that you don’t want me to be parted from my true love for eternity.” 

Caroline’s eyes rolled so hard she was sure they were going to pop out of her head. 

“Ok, because Stefan cares about me enough that he doesn't want me to be parted from my true love for eternity. And you care about Stefan enough to help him help me.” Damon amended as he took a slip from his freshly refilled glass. 

Stefan looked up, his green eyes meeting Caroline’s in a silent apology. As much chaos that Damon had caused in his life over the years, he still loved his brother and truly did want to see him happy. 

Caroline let out a resigned sigh and gave her best friend a slight smile, letting him know that it was ok. If anyone could understand how complicated families could be, it was her. 

Caroline sighed again and sat up straight, her eyes moving back to Damon as she begrudgingly said “Ok, back to the plan.” 

                                              XxX

“I never should have agreed to this plan.” Caroline muttered as she arrived arm and arm with both Damon and Stefan to the Mikaelson ball. 

The Salvatore brothers were both dressed in black tuxes, looking even more insanely handsome than usual. 

 Caroline made the perfect counterpoint to their black suits, dressed in a strapless cream tulle and silk gown with an intricate beaded pearl and gem overlay that made her feel like a princess. 

The dress was a gift from him. But she wasn’t going to think about that because it made her absolutely livid that the gown was absolutely exquisite and a million times more beautiful than anything she could find to wear. 

“It’s a great plan. Just shine your inner disco light bulb or whatever it is he said he liked about you and it will be fine.”

“That was private when I told Stefan that.” Caroline ground out as they pushed through the entryway to the ballroom that was awash with flowers and music. 

“I’m a vampire, remember? Plus it’s not like you are quiet when you come over to share your life story with my baby bro.”

Caroline felt her eye twitch. 

“Come on, Barbie. Let’s go get you liquored up so you don’t chicken out on the plan.” Damon says as he pulls Caroline to the bar. 

                                                XxX

They were dancing. This was the plan. It changed from cornering him in the library, to cornering him in the ballroom to her dancing with him because she would have his undivided attention. Plus the fact he had sent her a gown to wear for the ball that looked like it came from the princess of Monaco’s closet tipped the whole Caroline presenting their offer to Klaus while dancing together heavily in that direction. 

“So, umm you remember Katherine right?” Caroline asked as she tried to give him a smile that ended up mostly just her baring her teeth. 

Klaus' face instantly shifted from pleasure at having Caroline in his arms to angry suspicion. “What about her?”

Caroline tried to keep from tensing up, he really was scary when he was angry, but damned if she would let him know that he made her afraid. 

“Well, remember last week when you were yelling at all of us and ranting about how you were going to kill Katherine in that really super specific way?” 

“I wasn’t yelling, love. I was being emphatic.” 

“Sure. Emphatic.” Caroline nodded as Klaus swept her in a slow spin around the ballroom floor. “But seriously, you were yelling.” 

Klaus opened his mouth to argue the point but was cut off when Caroline rushed in . “Anyway, about Katherine.” 

“Ah, yes, Katherine. The Katherine who I promised to hunt down and kill everyone she knows and loves and then spend the next century torturing her in every way imaginable before putting her in a safe and dropping her in the lake where she will spend eternity drowning to death? That Katherine?” Klaus said with a flourish of pleasure at the suffering he would inflict on the vampire who had earned his ire. 

Caroline winced as she nodded her head. “Yeah, that Katherine.” 

“What about her?” The pleasure on his face at the thought of torture once again shifting back to angry suspicion at where this conversation was going. 

“Well, so she kind of had a run in with a group of werewolves who were super pissed about you moving into town and were looking to eat some vampires. You know to send a message about how they were not going to bend to the hybrid.” Caroline said with a roll of her eyes. “I mean, why not just confront you head on? It’s the behavior of bullies, is what it is. Always looking to find a stand in to take their anger out on instead of addressing the real problem. As president of student council, I totally started this amazing anti bullying campaign tha -“

“Caroline, love.” Klaus interrupted with exasperation but couldn’t keep a bemused smile off his face. “You are straying from the point.” 

“Right. The point.” Caroline said as she pulled herself back from the details of her anti bullying campaign as she brushed a bit a lint off of his tux before resting her hand back on his shoulder as they took another turn around the dance floor. “So, werewolves wanted to send you a message. And Katherine being her usual trouble finding self became their target. Although knowing her she was probably trying to scam them or being her usual dick self because it is super suspicious that she was the nearest vampire when they decided to send a message.”

Klaus opened his mouth to once again ask her to get to the point, but Caroline raised her eyebrows giving him a look that she was getting to the point and he closed his mouth once more. Although he couldn’t help the admiration he felt for her at how she was so much herself with him. Most who truly knew what he was cowered before him. Or were sniveling sycophants who only said what they thought he wanted to hear. Which was all quite enjoyable, but it was nice to have a change of pace. Especially a change of pace as beautiful and bright as Caroline. 

“Katherine was bitten. And not only did she get bitten, she ended up in the cave that is spelled that any supernatural being that goes in can’t get back out, because she ran in there to keep them from ripping her apart.” 

Klaus smiled at the thought of a not only suffering and dying Katherine, but a trapped one as well. “A more wonderful thing could not have happened to a more deserving woman. But I don’t understand what this has anything to do with me.”

Caroline took a breath and gave him her best campaigning Miss Mystic Falls smile. “Well we were hoping you would give us some of your blood to heal her and let us borrow the moon stone to get her out of the caves.” 

Klaus came to a stop on the dance floor, his face blank for a moment before breaking into rolling laughter. Caroline blushed with embarrassment as couples on the dance floor gave them dirty looks as they skirted around the standstill couple that was interrupting the flow of the dance floor. “It’s not funny, Klaus.” Caroline gritted out as she took the lead and got them dancing once more. Her frustration with Klaus climbed even higher as she felt her eye start twitching again. 

“Oh, but it is, love. So very funny.” Klaus said between bouts of laughter. Caroline felt herself turn even redder as it seemed they caught the Original family’s attention, as she could see Rebeka, Elija and Finn looking towards the couple with curious expressions on their faces as to what could cause their brother to be laughing so freely.

“Will you stop laughing.” Caroline hissed as she gave the passing couples her everything was fine and under control smile that she used when an event had gone off the rails. 

Klaus laughter eased into a wide grin as he took his hand from her waist to wipe the tears of laughter from his eyes. Despite her annoyance with Klaus, Caroline couldn’t help the jump in her stomach at how handsome he was. His dimples seem to get her every damn time. 

As Klaus’ hand returned to the curve of her waist he took control once more of their dance, smoothly taking the lead as he danced across the floor with her. The cream skirts of her dress twirling around her legs and his with each turn across the floor. 

“Thank you, sweetheart. I haven’t laughed like that in ages.” Klaus said with a grin still plastered across his face. 

“I didn’t tell you that to be funny!” Caroline gritted out trying to keep her voice low since the both of them had come to the attention of the whole room. 

“Now why would I want to help Katherine when I very much want her dead?” Klaus said, finally letting go of his humor and getting down to business. 

Caroline took a deep breath, her shoulders going back as she presented the facts to Klaus as per ‘the plan’. 

“Ok, the first reason is that super specific death you had planned for Katherine. I mean dying of a werewolf bite is like what a week? When you planned to toture her for at least 100 years and then have her die over and over again for the rest of eternity.” Caroline said with arched brows. “AND you and I both know that suffering for a week and then dying is too easy of a death compared to what a dick she has been for like the last 2 years at least.” 

Klaus gave a slight nod of acknowledgement to her first point. 

“Although Damon has been just as bad if not worse for the last 4 years.” A frown pulled at her lips as she thought about it. “I mean seriously. What is it about vampires that makes them want to terrorize random people that they don’t even know for no reason whatsoever? I mean if you are going to terrorize, at least have a point. I mean Katherine and Damon do it to just be assholes.” 

Caroline’s voice got a little louder, as she warmed to the subject. “I mean at least you were terrorizing because you wanted to become a hybrid. There was an actual point to your terrorizing.” 

Pursing her lips she did concede “Although there were times you were just terrorizing just to be a dick. But you did it to Damon for the most part - so that was totally justified.” 

Klaus’ bemused smile was back as he gazed at the rambling beauty before him. “It’s good to know that at least some of my terror was justified.” 

Elijah swept by the two of them, the mayor his partner for the dance. He met his brother’s eyes for a moment, amusement evident on his face at the thought of his brother’s terror on the human and supernatural population having a point. 

Stefan was dancing beside them and caught Caroline’s eye, sending her a silent message to get on with the conversation. 

“You’re still a dramatic megalomaniac who does occasionally terrorize for no reason other than to be a giant dick.” 

Klaus smirked, still too amused to take any offense at her assessment of his character.

Caroline chaisted herself for saying that. Calling him out for what he is wasn’t going to endear him to helping Katherine. 

Caroline felt stupidly nervous to state the second reason Klaus should help them. Plus it really ate at her that she was finally giving Klaus something he had been hounding her about for weeks. She had planned on holding out on him for the rest of eternity. 

“And the second reason to help is that I am willing to go on a date with you.” 

Klaus stumbled to a stop this time, a disbelieving shock crossing his handsome face. 

“You’ll what?” 

Caroline flushed again as a couple ran into the back of her since they were once again blocking the flow of the dance. Caroline gave them a quick sorry before she pulled Klaus into moving again, once again taking the lead as she thought that maybe Damon was right and this conversation should have happened in the library. Her eye started twitching again when she thought of Damon being right about anything. 

“I said I’ll go on a date with you if you help us with Katherine.” Caroline gritted out, her ego feeling the stress of having to repeat it.

“Like to a movie where we sit like three rows apart.” Caroline added quickly.

Klaus having seemed to have gotten over his shock smiled with elation at having Caroline finally agree to go on a date with him. A happy grin once more dominating his face.

“I would hardly call that a date, sweetheart.” 

“So you wouldn’t call it a date going to the movies with a girl who doesn't know you are there and then eating her after the movie is over?” Caroline asked suspiciously. 

Klaus lost the happy grin as and it was replaced with a confused look at the question and slowly shook his head no. 

Stefan of course is still dancing beside them and gives her a look over Klaus’ shoulder that he can’t believe she asked him that. 

She throws him a look back silently telling him that of course she had to ask him that. 

Before he can ask about the movie thing the song is over and Caroline moves out of his arms, wraps her hand in his and drags him to the side of the dance floor. 

Once Caroline has him where she wants him she lets go of his hand, puts her hands on her hips and gives him an expectant look. “Well?” 

“I don’t understand the question about the movie date…” Klaus starts and Caroline quickly interrupts him. 

“Not about that! I mean about Katherine.” 

Klaus lets out a breath and runs his thumb over his bottom lip in thought. 

“If you are truly serious about the date, then yes. I’ll agree to help Katherine.” 

Caroline feels the nervousness that had been weighing against her chest lift and she can’t help but smile that the plan actually worked. 

“I’m excited about our date too, sweetheart.” Klaus says with a smirk.

The smile falls from Caroline’s face and she grabs his arm and starts him out of the ballroom. “Come on. Let’s go get the moon stone and put your blood in a bottle before I change my mind.” 

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Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4   Part 5    Part 6    Part 7    Part 8   Part 9       Part 10    Part 11  Part 12   Part 13   Part 14  Part 15  Part 16   Part 17  Part 18   Part 19 

Pairing: EZ Reyes x Camila (OC)

Warnings: None 

Word count: 2.5k

***There are two people in the tagglist that I cannot tag for the life of me. I know the names are right but they just won’t show for me to tag 😭***

Translations: “Siempre bella.” – Always beautiful.  “Siempre mía.” – Always mine.

Camila huffed quietly to herself as she looked down at the books on the floor of the aisle, tossed down without a care by someone that couldn’t be bothered to put them back or at the very least, give it back to her so she could restock them. She leaned down and picked up the books, looking over them to make sure they weren’t damaged. The third one caught her eye, a sci-fi novel that seemed like something EZ would be into reading. She walked back to the front desk and placed the one by her purse, the others going into the bin to be stocked after closing. 

She had accepted Mr. Salvatore’s offer about becoming manager and was starting to settle into the role. Keeping the holds on books in order, re-ordering books as necessary, keeping up to date with securing the latest releases. Sometimes though she still found herself slipping back into her old role, simply wandering the aisles to make sure everything was orderly and neat. It was Friday and she had been in the role of manager all week. Though she was happy with the promotion, she couldn’t deny that the extra responsibility came with extra work though of a different kind, and she was looking forward to the weekend. Mr. Salvatore had agreed that she would be the acting manager and he would simply step in to cover for her on the weekends, allowing her to enjoy them. Running her hands over the front of her blouse, she gave a smile as two women walked in, going to the café area and placing their order.

She looked around trying to find something else that needed to be done, something else that needed to be cleaned and she came up empty, rapping her nails against the countertop. EZ had promised her that he would be taking her out for dinner tonight, no doubt to spend time with her after Marcus’ vow renewal had gone south. They hadn’t spent as much time together this week as they normally did, her busy with her new position and EZ busy with whatever he did with the club. Tonight, though they had made it a point to make sure that they spend time together, just the two of them and Camila was more than looking forward to it.

Camila looked up as the bell on the door rang. In walked Angel, all smiles as he made his way over to Camila behind the front desk. He opened his arms up wide, motioning to her as a grand gesture.

“Look at miss jefa, working at the desk.”

Camila shook her head with a laugh and walked around to the other side, wrapping her arms around Angel’s middle as he threw his around her shoulders. They embrace for a moment before letting go, the two leaning against the desk.

“So,”

Camila cocked her head to the side, wondering what he was referring to.

“So.”

With a shake of his head, Angel eyed her.

“How’re things with baby bro?”

His tone was questioning, wanting to know if things had worked out and if she was still upset. She gave a shrug.

“They’re fine.”

Angel tilted his head and looked at her with pursed lips, clearly not buying her response. She laughed and held her hands up.

“I’m serious. Everything’s cool. We talked, I got my feelings off of my chest and we’re good now. He knows it was rude and swore to never do it again. We’re good.”

Angel’s face relaxed and so did his shoulders, nodding in acceptance of her answer.

“I talked to him, told him what a dick he was that night.”

“He’s just a people pleaser.”

“Yeah well, sometimes he focuses on pleasing the wrong people.”

Camila didn’t have anything to say to that, knowing that Angel’s comment seemed to be true. He had known his brother far longer than she had and she knew that no matter how close she and EZ had gotten, Angel was likely speaking from experience that she couldn’t negate. Changing the subject, she reached over and tapped the back of her hand against his chest with a smile.

“What do you say about coming to the house this Sunday if you aren’t busy. Figured we could cook breakfast together.”

Angel nodded, eyes shining.

“You bringin’ pops over again?”

“Nope. Just you, me, and EZ.”

She saw him hesitate for a moment before smiling anyway.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I just thought maybe-“

“No, no. I’ll be there.”

They both grinned and Angel stood back up straight, slapping his hand on the tabletop once.

“Well, I’m gonna head out. I’ll see you Sunday, Chiquita.”

He reached forward with his right hand and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her toward him and kissing the top of her head. Camila smiled gently at the show of brotherly affection and nodded as he stepped away from her, walking backward to the door as she watched.

“Excuse me, miss?”

Turning back around, Camila smiled as she faced a customer, answering her questions about their new poetry selection.

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“You look beautiful.”

Camila looked down at herself. White tank top, blue jeans, and her Cortez. She looked back up at him with a smile and a laugh.

“I always look like this.”

EZ nodded, that charming grin on his lips as he looked at her.

“I know.”

He took three steps toward her, stopping as he ended up toe to toe. He reached and took her chin in his fingers, lifting her face slightly as his eyes raked over her every feature.

“Siempre bella.”

He accentuated the sentence with a kiss to her lips.

“Siempre mía.”

Camila blushed slightly under both his gaze and words, pushing her head down slightly so she could kiss the fingers that had held her chin. He sighed happily and pulled away, walking back toward her front door as she followed. She locked up the door behind her while EZ made his way out to the bike. He climbed on and began strapping on his helmet as she walked over to him. He gave a crooked smile.

“Let’s take the bike.”

Camila eyed him and the machine, apprehension visible on her face.

“What if I throw you off balance?”

“You won’t. You just gotta stay real close to me. Press yourself against my back, hold on tight, move with me.”

It was her turn to grin now, a small smirk playing at the corner of her lips.

“I mean, it sounds like a good time.”

EZ chuckled and gave his head a shake, holding another helmet out to her.

“Come on, it’ll be fun. I’ll go slow, take side roads.”

He could see her ready to agree, just a little hesitance left and he let his smile retreat a bit, his look more serious as he locked eyes with her.

“Would I ask you to do something if I thought you would get hurt?”

Camila shook her head then, a strand of hair falling into her face. Her eyes were soft and she stepped up to the bike, their eyes still on each other.

“No.”

EZ gave a nod.

“That’s right. Never.”

His words sold her, and she took the helmet from his hands, placing it onto her head and doing the strap. She climbed onto the bike behind him with ease, settling against him but not close enough. EZ reached back and wrapped his fingers around her knees, gently pulling her closer to him. Her chest was now against his back, her thighs on either side of his hips and he couldn’t hide his smile as her arms snaked themselves around his middle, her hands pressing against his tummy as she held him.

“You good?”

“I’m good.”

EZ started the Harley and soon enough they were pulling out of her driveway, the California sun warming their skin. EZ rode much slower than normal, feeling her tense arms around him slowly relax. He smiled to himself and kept riding, taking back roads and longer routes. He wanted to spend more time with her like this where it was just them, the feeling of her so close. At some point, she had relaxed entirely, her chin resting against his shoulder as she watched the buildings and traffic pass. Before long, EZ was pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant and they were hopping off the bike, Camila all smiles as she pulled off the helmet and handed it back over to EZ. His smile mirrored hers as he looked at her exhilarated face.

“Have fun?”

She nodded enthusiastically and he laughed, hanging both helmets on each handlebar before reaching over and smoothing down a couple of stray strands of her hair that were out of place. Her smile stayed as he reached down to grab onto her hand, both walking into the diner. They went to the back and sat down in a booth, EZ facing the door as he always did, wanting to always see what was happening around him. He had offered to take Camila out somewhere nice, somewhere fancy to make up for his neglect of her at El Padrino’s event, but she had declined, asking to go to her favorite diner instead. He’d relented eventually and now here they were, the diner that served the absolute best bacon burgers and French toast, in Camila’s opinion. A waitress came over to hand then menu’s Camila shaking her head with a smile as she sat forward on the booth, hands resting on the seat beside her in anticipation.

“Oh, I don’t need one, thank you. I already know what I want.”

The older woman smiled in return and faced toward EZ holding a menu for him as well.

“And you, do you need a minute?”

EZ shook his head politely.

“No ma’am, I’m ready.”

The waitress tucked the menus back into the rack to the side and pulled out her notepad and pen, ready to jot down their orders. EZ ordered for them both.

“She’ll get a bacon cheeseburger, no tomatoes with the seasoned fries,”

He glanced at Camila just in case he had gotten something wrong but she nodded, smiling at both him and the woman.

“And I’ll have uh, the same but with onion rings. Both with coke.”

The waitress finished writing down their order and then turned away from them, the two lovebirds now alone at the table. EZ clasped his hands together on top of the table as he looked at Camila.

“So, how’s work jefa?”

Camila giggled and shook her head.

“You and Angel keep calling me that like I own the place. I’m just the manager.”

At that EZ shook his head.

“You aren’t ‘just’ anything. You’re a hard worker that’s passionate about what you do, and people see that. Sal sees that. You’ve been a benefit to that bookstore and you’re only going to become more and more valuable once they see how good you are.”

Camila nodded at his words but looked down at the table, a lopsided grin tugging at her lips.

“It ain’t that serious, EZ.”

Reaching across the table, he took her hand in his and held it, eyes locked with hers as she looked up at him.

“It is that serious. You’re young and passionate and smart. That’s what a place like Sal’s needs to keep going and stay at the top. Think about how many people have worked there and passed through and Sal never made them manager, but he picked you didn’t he?”

Camila nodded and so did EZ.

“There’s a reason for that.”

Her eyes twinkled as he spoke to her, pride and love in his voice and she pulled her his hand up to her lips, kissing his knuckles.

“You’re my biggest fan.”

EZ nodded with a prideful smile.

“The biggest. Except for like, my dad. He’s probably your number one fan, actually.”

They both shared a laugh and Camila looked out the window of the diner back to EZ’s bike before returning her gaze to him.

“Well, I’m very thankful.”

EZ’s eyes twinkled as he looked at her, the waitress coming back with their food on a tray.

“So are we.”

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“Ayyyy!”

Camila smiled as Gilly called out, arms raised in the air as she walked towards the bar in the clubhouse, EZ behind her and shutting the door. He placed his beer down on the bar top and stood from his stool, taking her into his arms as she came up to him. He hugged her tightly and lifted her off the ground, a cackle coming from her. EZ grinned as he came up, loving to see her having fun with the people that had become his family. There was a slight pang of worry that hit him then.

What would happen if the club ever found out the truth about why he had joined? What if they found out about his deal and not only was he kicked to the curb or worse, she would lose the family she had learned to love as well.

He swallowed around a suddenly dry throat and pushed a smile again, choosing not to let the moment be tainted by his worries. He watched as she made her way around the bar, giving hugs and kisses to Taza, Bishop, and Tranq as if they were tíos she had known all her life. They regarded her with a warmth that made his heart swell and he stood there, stuck in his own head. His life had changed so much in the last year, he could barely keep up sometimes. Everything had been a complete roller coaster for the last 8 years, more time low than high and now it seemed that his luck was finally turning around. He was blessed with freedom, with the ability to be back with his big brother and father, to get a second chance at life and now he was blessed with Cam. A woman that loved and nurtured him while not taking any of his shit either and he was beyond grateful for the way things had started to look up for him.

To the side, Angel watched him, a small smile coming to his lips as he looked at the one worn by his baby bro. He’d been through a lot in the last decade and while there were still feelings of resentment that Angel harbored for his brother from their childhood, they couldn’t be overpowered by the feeling he got seeing EZ happy. To see him happy made him happy and he looked away from EZ to find that Camila had said all her other hellos and had gotten to him, at last. Her smile beamed as she looked at him and he mirrored her, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he tugged her into his chest, one arm holding her in a gentle chokehold as her laugh rang out and bled into the sound of music, laughter and family. 

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if you don't feel comfortable about the whole Damon thing don't write it, but I would like that all of tvd / to reunite to fight some threat and to do that they have to trust each other and know each other so they all sit down and prepare some questions. One is 'Who is the person in this room if there is one, that for one reason or another you are sure you're never going to sleep with (first time or again) ' caroline says Damon.

Hello! Thank you for this request and thank you for being so patient with my writing <3 This was such a wonderful request! If you have any more requests, the I will open to them from next Tuesday!

♥♥♥ KLAROLINE DRABBLE REQUEST #16: Truth be Told♥♥♥

“Silas could pretend to be any of us at any time. We need to get real trusting with each other real quick,” Bonnie emphasised the importance of the situation at hand. They thought they had been rid of him all those years ago, but Silas’ reign of terror reappeared more concerning than ever as he began playing mind tricks again, posing as each and every one of them to an alarming extent. They had called in reinforcements and Klaus was back in no time alongside his sister Rebekah.

“So, what do we do?” Caroline asked as she sat down in her chair in the circle they had created. She avoided the heavy gaze of Klaus who sat opposite.

It was a little uncomfortable seeing Klaus in person again. The last time they were in each other’s presence, they were having sex against a tree and he promised to never return. As far as everyone else was concerned, they never saw each other, but it didn’t stop the frequent texts and calls over the years. It started off as awkward, a regrettable drunk dial, but...then it was kind of nice to talk to someone who wasn’t so involved with everything.

“We need some super personal facts about each other, something Silas would never know.”

“Like...who you would never in a million years, either again or for the first time, sleep with and why?” Elena posed the prompt as a joke, but the others looked amongst themselves in a sudden agreement.

Damon snorted, “Well, obviously Stefan.”

“Right.” Elena rolled her eyes. “Who in this room would you never sleep with...that is not related to you?”

“Fine,” Damon clicked his tongue and looked around. “Bonnie… She’s too much of a bro.”

“I don’t know if I’m supposed to take that as a compliment,” Bonnie responded with narrowed eyes.

“Bonnie.”

“Um,” Bonnie also looked around the room, “I guess Tyler. Obviously. Girl code.” She nodded at Caroline, who laughed softly, terribly aware of Klaus’ tensing expression across from her.

“Caroline, your turn.”

They all looked at Caroline expectantly while she stifled the impending sweat. Her pupils moved about. If she said Klaus, she knew everyone would see straight through her. She knew there was no time to be coy about the whole thing, no time to act like an embarrassed teenager. “Damon,” she shot out of her mouth before pulling her knees to her chest. “I…” she paused as her breath caught in her throat. “Not again.”

She watched Klaus’ eyes shoot like daggers between her and Damon and she began wishing she could just melt into her chair and be free of the sudden questioning. She should have just said Stefan and given the ‘we’re bros’ reason like Damon did with Bonnie.

“You and Damon?” Rebekah bursted into a laugh before sighing contentedly. “I’m afraid you’ll have to be a bit more specific on the reasoning though.”

“What? Why?” her voice was panicked, but she attempted to maintain her cool when she noticed Klaus keeping his eyes trained on her.

“Silas could pull that name out from thin air. We need specifics,” Matt interjected with his reasoning.

“Come on, love, don’t be shy.”

Her head turned sharply to Klaus, who was waiting with a stone expression. Okay, this was honestly becoming unfair. At this point, it seemed like they all just wanted some gossip.

“I mean…” Caroline groaned and batted her fingers into the air, “It’s not like most of you guys don’t know already.”

“Not all of us. Clearly.”

She glared at Rebekah, who soon grinned. She then glanced at Damon and he looked ever so sure of himself, unbothered by the situation at hand.

“Fine,” Caroline sighed and closed her eyes as she rushed out the words. “Because when we did it, he attacked me and fed on me.”

That did it. 

Klaus was up in a flash, his hands clamped around Damon’s neck as he slammed him into the stone wall of the Salvatore basement. Caroline winced as everyone stood up around her, 

“Uh, Barbie,” Damon choked out. “Get. Your. Dog… Off. Of. Me.”

Klaus’ eyes darkened and the veins under his eyes appeared as he growled, “No, I think I’d prefer we have a little chat, mate.”