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ur-jinji · 4 years ago

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damon salvatore x reader

prompts: “you come here often?” “well, i work here. so i think i’d say yes.” & “if i die, i’m haunting you first”

summary: you’re a bartender at the grill where your nights are full of banter with a lovesick damon

I had always considered Damon Salvatore more of a burden than a friend.

He would spend almost every afternoon and/or night ordering bourbon after bourbon. He’d sit at the bar, whining to me about a girl named Elena and then would wander around and harass the same teenagers who came in to eat on most days. His friend Ric wasn’t so bad. He was actually normal.

The first night I encountered Damon, I had just been to promoted to bar tender. I knew the guy was a regular, but I never had a formal introduction. I had previously been working as a host, but after the mysterious disappearance of one of the other bar tenders, my manager was desperate and asked me to switch jobs. I gladly accepted. After a few days of training, I was off on my own, and around 7 o’clock that evening, in came Damon.

“You come here often?” He had asked, trying to be flirtatious.

“Well, I work here,” I had replied. “So I think I’d say yes.”

That response sparked a relationship of banter and snarky comments.

Fast forward a couple months later, here I was, refilling his fifth glass. Ric sat to his left, grading papers and acting like he didn’t like Damon, but I could see through his facade.

“I’ll take another one, too, Y/N,” Ric said as he dropped his pen and held up his glass.

“Gotcha,” I said, giving him a refill.

“Why does she have to like the hero haired type?” Damon groaned, referring to his obsession, Elena. He dropped his forehead against the counter dramatically.

“I wouldn’t like you either. And enough about Elena. Leave the poor girl alone,” I replied. “Maybe she doesn’t want an alcoholic who’s about to be on his deathbed due to kidney failure.”

Damon huffed and sat up, propping up his elbow on the counter and resting his chin in his hand.

“If I die, I’m haunting you first,” He said, sending me a tight smile and then taking a sip of the bourbon.

“Don’t worry. If you died, Ric and I would be here with an ouiji board,” I responded, starting to make gestures as if I were using one. “E-L-E-N-A. That’s all you’d have to say.” That gained a chuckle from Ric. The older man took a long swig of his bourbon and then placed a stack of freshly graded papers in his bag.

“Alright, I’m out of here,” Ric said, standing up and pushing his stool in. He threw a couple bills down on the counter. “Play nice, girls.”

“See ya, Ric,” Damon and I said in unison, causing us to look at one another with an expression that read “don’t copy me.”

“And then, there were two,” Damon said, wiggling his eyebrows. He opened his mouth to say something, but I quickly cut him off.

“No, I’m not going home with you,” I stated blankly.

“But, who wouldn’t want to go home with a guy like this, cupcake,” He said, using that godawful nickname he gave me, and gesturing his hands to his face and body.

“Elena wouldn’t,” I joked, causing Damon to cackle. He wiggled his index finger at me and smiled tightly.

“You got me there,” He shrugged. “But....you didn’t include yourself there, so hah.”

“In your dreams, Salvatore. I have standards, believe it or not,” I said, sending him back the same shrug he gave me.

“And what might those standards entail?” He questioned, leaning forward and arching his eyebrow.

“First off, I don’t sleep with guys who are hung up on their brother’s girlfriend,” I informed as I moved to lean on the counter, directly across from him.

“Okay. So, let’s say, hypothetically, I don’t like Elena. Would you sleep with me then?” Damon interrogated.

“I guess we’ll never know,” I replied smugly. He groaned loudly.

“I’m lonely, Y/N. And desperate. I’ve lost my game,” He whined. “So, hey. Let’s say I don’t like Elena.”

“Hmm,” I hummed, looking off into the distance as if I was considering. “No.”

If I was being honest with myself, if Damon didn’t obsess over another girl, maybe I would genuinely consider it. He certainly wasn’t bad looking, and he was a pretty funny guy. He was pretty okay company most of the time.

“I know it may not seem like it, but I have been slightly getting over her,” He said, shrugging.

“You’re so full of it,” I laughed. “You were just whining about her a minute ago.”

“I mean, I haven’t laid down in the middle of the road for hours for over a week now, so there’s some progress,” Damon explained. I sent him a look of “what the fuck?”

“Ah, I didn’t know your coping mechanism was hoping for suicide by vehicular manslaughter,” I teased him.

“Well, I wouldn’t die. Duh,” He replied, smirking. “I’m a vampire.”

“Okay, yeah. Sure. And I’m a fairy.”

“Fairies are cute.”

“Oh, hush.” I leaned across the bar and gave Damon’s forehead a flick. He furrowed his eyebrows and rubbed the area that was flicked.

“In all seriousness, I really have been slowly getting over her. If you want to play therapist, I can indulge more,” He said, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

“Alright, let’s hear it,” I sighed. “It’s not like I don’t play therapist 50 percent of the time anyway.”

“Well, for starters. She’s practically identical to my ex. The one I told you about that made Stefan and I all Mortal Combat towards each other,” He explained. I raised an eyebrow and nodded.

“And I was all about that bitch for a long time. Then, she disappears, and I’m all gung-ho on trying to find her. Turns out, it was an elaborate plan and she was fine and wanted nothing to do with me. Throughout all this, Elena’s there, looking just like the bitch, and I just couldn’t help myself but like her,” Damon finished, adding a shrug. “Any thoughts, Dr. Y/N?”

“Yeah, psychosis,” I joked before laughing. “Okay, okay. So from what it sounds like, maybe. Just maybe. You only like Elena because she looks like your ex.”

“Perhaps,” He considered, putting on a thinking face. “She does have other redeeming qualities.”

“Do you love your brother, Damon?” I asked curiously. He shrugged his shoulders and then nodded.

“Then, let her go. And forget about the ex. The ex obviously didn’t give a shit about you,” I suggested. “And quit sulking all the time. More importantly, quit laying in the middle of the road.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Damon replied before downing the rest of his drink. “That’ll be my last one tonight.”

“Wow, quitting early?” I asked, surprised. Normally he’s here until close.

“I have some duties to attend to,” He informed, pushing the glass towards me. He placed some money down on the counter and stood up.

“Well, good luck with all that,” I told him.

“I’ll be around tomorrow. Don’t miss me too much,” He teased, smirking. “And thanks for the advice.”

I gave him a nod before he turned around and made his way towards the exit. A few minutes later, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw it was a text from Damon.

Damon: Miss me yet?

Y/N: hmm no not yet

Damon: The offer of coming to my place still stands 😛

Y/N: hah 🙃 see you tomorrow, salvatore

I placed my phone under the counter, and shook my head. Maybe this whole getting-over-Elena thing wouldn’t be so bad. The whining would end, and maybe something could happen between us. Maybe.

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leossmoonn · 4 years ago

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Always Choose You [Damon Salvatore]

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pairing - damon salvatore x fem!reader

type - fluff, smut

note - hey, guys! this was a request! hope you enjoy :)

summary - both salvatore brothers are in love with you, so who will you choose?

warning - smut, language

favf/n = favorite food name

e/c = eye color

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*gif isn't mine*

I walked into the Salvatore Boarding House, letting myself in. The two brothers who lived there were my best friends, so naturally, I had a key. I was coming over to hang out with them as my school finals were over and I needed to have fun.

“Hey, Y/n,” Stefan said as I entered the living room.

“Hey, Stef! How‘re you?” I smiled.

“Great! You?” He asked.

“I’m good. Finals are finally done! Now I can drink and party to my heart’s content!” I sighed happily. I spun around collasped on the couch dramatically.

“Don’t drink too much or you’ll die,” Stefan warned.

I smiled at his concerned comment. “Don’t worry, I’ll pace myself.”

“Y/n, I didn’t know you were coming over!” I heard Damon exclaim from the top of the stairs.

I looked over and saw the eldest Salvatore speed down the stairs. His body arrived in front of me quickly.

“I didn’t realize I had to call,” I snorted.

“No, no. I’m just... surprised,” Damon said. His eyes darted back to Stefan and me. His eyes had jealousy swimming in them. I cocked my head to the side, asking him silently what was wrong. While staring at Stefan, Stefan pulled me into a side hug.

I giggled and put my head on his chest. Damon scoffed and rolled his eyes. Something that I found recently gave me butterflies.

Damon and Stefan have been my best friends for the last two years. I had fell victim to a witch and Damon and Stefan saved me. I was so thankful and wanted to pay them back, so I took them to the Grill. It was the least I could do, and with me being a human, it was about the only thing I could do, too.

In the last two years, everything was pretty platonic. But recently, the boys have been more territorial over me to each other. They would always fight when I’m around and like now, one would pull me into them while the other was watching. My other friends, Caroline and Bonnie, suspected that they liked me. I first had denied it. To me, it made sense they were territorial because I was there only really close girl-friend and they were brothers. Everything was always competitive with males. But then, they both started to give me hints.

First it was Damon. He would call me ‘sugarplum’ or even ‘babe’. I didn’t think anything of it at first, but then one day he got close to me while I was making some lunch for us. He grabbed my waist and spun me around. His eyes flickered to my lips and I swore we were going to kiss, but Bonnie and Elena came into the house. It was super weird, but it gave me butterflies and left me longing for his touch. That I couldn't deny.

Then, Stefan was next. I assumed he had noticed Damon getting a little too close for comfort to me, so he then did the same type of things. Instead of flirting with nicknames and touching, Stefan would buy me flowers and do things for me. Always saying how he could make me dinner and then letting me cuddle up to him. It was nice and I got butterflies in the beginning, but they stopped and I knew I had only seen him as a friend.

I had been friends with them long enough and seen them with girls to know what was their own love language. I was flattered, but I knew I couldn't date them. For Stefan, I only saw him as a friend. But for Damon, well, sure. I probably did have feelings deep down. Damon was handsome, as so was Stefan, but Damon was dangerous, sexy, flirtatious. I couldn't help but be drawn to him in a slightly romantic way. But I couldn't date him. I knew he had been pining over Elena. I didn’t want to be just a second choice. Plus, I didn’t know if he was even ready for a committed relationship. So, I didn’t ask them about any of their actions, which kept us in the friend zone.

“Are you staying over for dinner?” Stefan asked.

“I don’t know. Can I?” I asked him.

“Yes, of course!” Stefan smiled. “What do you want? I can make you-”

“Actually, brother,” Damon interrupted him, “I was planning on making dinner tonight.”

“The only thing you can make it pancakes,” Stefan snorted.

“Funny and that used to be true, but not anymore! I am making Y/n’s favorite, favf/n,” Damon smiled at me.

“You know how to make that?” I asked. “I didn't realize you were Gordon Ramsey.”

“Oh I am so much better than Ramsey. With cooking and more,” he winked at me.

I gulped harshly and I my eyes made contact with Damon’s. His teasing, blue ones met with my flustered, e/c ones.

“Looking forward to it, Damon,” I said and looked away from him gaze.

Damon smirked and walked to the kitchen. “Get ready to have your mind blown, babe!”

There was that nickname again.

“I’m gonna go make sure he doesn't set the house on fire and kill us all,” Stefan said. He got up and I nodded. I then took the remote for the tv and poured myself some whiskey. I cuddled up on the couch and watched Friends until dinner was ready.

After about 4 episodes, dinner was finally ready. I went into the kitchen, the smell filling my senses. My mouth salivated as I looked at the table.

“Wow, you two did this?” I asked.

“Well, Damon did most. He actually is a good cook,” Stefan frowned.

“Good job, Damon,” I smiled at him. I then turned to Stefan. “You’re still the best cook I know, Stef. Don’t worry.”

His eyes lit up and he smiled at me.

“Let’s chow down. I’m starving,” Damon said and walked over to the table. He pulled a chair out and gestured for me to sit down.

I smiled and made my way over to the table. I sat down, picking up the silverware they had placed. Damon then sat down across from me and Stefan next to me. I took the first bite of food and my eyes widened.

“This is so good. Oh, my God.” I moaned and took another bite.

“I’m glad,” Damon said. I looked up at him. He was smirking at Stefan while Stefan was glaring at his brother. I rolled my eyes.

“What is up with you two?” I asked.

“What?” Stefan broke contact with Damon and looked at me. The innocence in his eyes almost seemed real.

“You two have been fighting over me. I can see it between the glances you give each other. I know you two like me, but that doesn't mean you have to be so territorial. I am not some bag of blood. I am a human. So, use your words not looks if something is bothering you,” I explained. I took a drink of wine, waiting for them to say something.

Then, Damon got up.

“Y/n, I wanted to wait, but obviously I can’t.” Damon walked over to my side of the table and dug in his pocket. He pulled out a black box and got on one knee. My eyes widened and I got up from the table.

“Y/n L/n. Will you marry me?” Damon asked. He opened the box and there was a big, diamond ring in it.

“Damon, I-” I stopped mid sentence. I didn’t know what to say. Just then, Stefan stood up and went next to Damon. He got down on one knee and pulled out a red box.

“Oh, hell no,” I scoffed, laughing incredulously.

“I know this is all sudden and I didn't want to do it this so fast. I had a whole thing planned out, but it's either now or never. Y/n, I love you so much. I know we are only friends, but I am hoping you love me back. I think you are the one and I want to be your husband,” Stefan said.

My heart swelled at his kind words, but I knew my answer. “No.”

“T-to who?” Stefan asked.

“To both of you,” I answered.

They both looked at me dumbfounded.

“What! C’mon, you have to pick at least one of us!” Damon exclaimed and stood up.

“No, Damon. I don't have to pick anyone.” “Yes! And I know you want to pick me. I see it all the time in your eyes and your body language. You have feelings for me, Y/n. Just admit it,” Damon .

I shook my head and turned to Stefan. I reached out for his hands and pulled him up.

“Thank you, Stefan. That was so sweet. I love you, too, but not in the way you want me to. I’m so sorry, Stef,” I spoke softly. Tears filled his eyes and I pulled him into a hug, which he obliged to. I pulled back and kissed his cheek, wiping the tears away from his face.

“And as for you,” I turned to Damon, “Maybe I do like you, but you aren't ready for a relationship. Unlike you, I like commitment and more than just sex. Oh, and I’m not obsessed with a girl named Elena Gilbert. So, it's a no to you, too.”

I then put my chair back in place and took another sip of my wine. “I had a great night. Thank you for cooking for me, but it’s a no for now,” I said to Damon.

“And Stefan, I understand if I broke our friendship. I wish I could've given you the answer you were looking for, but I can't lie. It wouldn’t be fair to either of us. I understand if you want to distance yourself from me, okay?” I said.

Stefan nodded and smiled sadly at me. “Thanks.”

“Of course. Whenever you are ready to talk and be friends again, text me. Now, I’m going to leave. Thank you for being honest with me, guys,” I smiled at both of them. I walked out of the kitchen and left the house. I went to my car and drove to Caroline’s house. I bet she couldn’t wait to hear what I had just experienced.

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It had been three weeks since the Salvatore brothers debacle. Since then, Stefan had been avoiding me. It hurt, but I understood and gave him his space. I knew I hurt him and he needed alone time.

Now, Damon was the complete opposite. He took every chance he could to talk to me. It was annoying at first. He always hated not getting what he wanted. But after a few days, he stopped flirting and did different things. It was almost as if he was changing. Well, that’s what Bonnie said.

The first sign was two weeks ago, four days after he had proposed to me. I had gone over to Elena’s to study, but was surprised to find Damon over. I had opened the door and eavesdropped. They had been fighting and I had happened to hear the ending of it.

-flashback-

“No, Elena!” Damon said.

“What Damon. I thought you loved me! I love you, too. I’m ready to date you now. Forget about her!” Elena yelled.

“Her name is Y/n. And I don’t love you anymore. Not as much as I thought I did. I want her. I need her. I want to make it work with Y/n and to do that, I had to let you know this. I’m sorry, but I love her more,” Damon spoke.

-end of flashback-

I was stunned at his words. I didn’t realize how much he wanted me, but before he could see me as he left, I fled her house. I ran back to my car and sped away. I had to admit, it was heartwarming and I felt myself falling for him a little more. But I didn’t want him to know I heard his little speech, and I didn't want Stefan and Elena to hate me and hurt even more.

The second sign was that I was sent flowers. They were roses, something I knew only Damon would send. Stefan always sent me lilies, but Damon was more traditional in a way and he got me roses. Every day at 3 PM roses were sent to me with a different note. The notes were quotes about love written in Damon’s handwriting. With each gift, I couldn’t help but develop a huge crush on him.

The third sign was when Damon stopped with the heavy flirting towards other girls. Whenever we were out with friends, he would usually just look over the other women, directing all of his attention towards me most times. It made me feel special and I even tried to mention other girls to him, trying to encourage him not to get so hooked up on me, but it never worked.

I soon began to think about him more. He was already stuck in my mind, but I started to see him in my dreams. I even found myself wondering what being married to him was like. How he would greet me everyday coming home from work. Making dinner with him. Late night sex, maybe. Kids someday, even. It was then I realized I was beginning to fall in love with him and that maybe he was ready to be in a committed relationship.

So, three weeks later was when I decided to talk to him. Confess my feelings for him and see if he still felt as strongly as he did before.

I made my way over to his house. I made sure Elena would take Stefan somewhere fun so he wouldn't have to see me. Caroline then made sure to stall so Damon would stay in the house instead of do vampire business. I quickly drove to his house and opened the door. I found Damon sitting with Caroline, arguing about why he couldn’t leave. When he saw he, though, he perked up and his eyes softened.

“Hey, Y/n,” he smiled at me.

“Hey, Damon. You can go now. Thanks, Care,” I smiled at Caroline. She smiled and nodded walked to the door.

“Good luck!” She whispered to me while passing me by. I thanked her and she shut the door behind her. I walked over to Damon, standing almost toe-to-toe with him.

“What’s up, sweet cheeks?” Damon smiled. “Nothing much, blue eyes,” I smiled back with a nickname I created for him.

“So, you just came by for no reason?” Damon asked. “No, I wanted to tell you something,” I said.

“Shoot,” he said and sat down on the couch. I followed his lead, sitting closer than normal.

“I've been noticing your gifts and behavior. I even heard you tell Elena you didn’t love her as much,” I started off.

“Am I going too far? Bonnie told me that roses were your favorite so I went along with it. I’m sorry. I’ll stop if you want me t-”

I smiled, “No, Damon. I wanted to tell you yes.”

Damon’s brows furrowed. “Yes to what?”

“Yes to marrying you,” I explained. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

“W-what?”

“I’m saying yes to-”

“No, no I heard what you said,” Damon chuckled. “Really?”

I smiled and nodded and took his hands into mine. “Yes! But, I want to date first. Obviously.”

“Yes, that's perfectly fine. I’m so happy you said yes,” Damon said and moved his lips close to mine.

“Good. And I’m happy, too,” I whispered as I moved my head closer to his.

Our eyes met and flickered back to each other’s lips several times before I closed my eyes and kissed him. His right hand rested on the small of my back as his left hand cupped my cheek. My hands went to his back and pulled him closer, letting me deepen the kiss.

Damon and I opened our mouths simultaneously and let our tongues clash. I moaned softly, feeling my way through every inch of his mouth. His hand left my cheek and went to join his other hand on my waist. He then sat back, letting me climb on top of him and straddle his waist. My hands went to around his neck and I gripped his hair.

We pulled away, panting. Damon smiled at me, reaching up to run his fingers through my hair. I gasped for a breath before Damon’s lips met my neck. I let out a breathy moan as he bit down and sucked lightly. His hands went to the bottom of my shirt and tugged at it. I got the hint and took it off, Damon going back to my neck immediately after. I felt his fangs poke my skin and his head went up from my neck.

“Sorry, I got a little out of control,” he muttered, looking away at me so I wouldn't see his vampire face. I smiled softly and turned his face to me, kissing his lips tenderly.

“It’s okay. I think your vampire face is hot,” I smirked. “Oh, really?” Damon smirked back.

“Mhm,” I hummed. I then decided to take a chance and go and kiss his neck. I roamed around his soft skin, finding his sweet spot right behind his ear.

His hands tightened around my curves as I sucked the sensitive spot. I smiled into his skin as he groaned rather loudly. I felt a bludge against my lower half, and started to lightly grind against him. He let out an animalistic growl and pulled me away from him.

“We are going upstairs,” Damon said. I nodded and he got up, holding me up with him. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he used his vampire speed to get to his bedroom. He threw me on the bed, taking off his shirt, and then climbing on top of me. His hands traced over my bra, looking back up to my eyes.

“May I?” He asked. I smiled and nodded.

He took it off fast, making the heat between my legs grow. His hands traced around my breasts, teasing me and making me squirm. His mouth went to one of them while his hand massaged the other. My back arched as his tongue swirled around my nipple, his teeth pulling it out slightly. I let out a girly sigh as he switched breasts. His fingers rolled my sore nipple as his mouth worked on my other breast. After a few more minutes, he trailed his lips down the valley between my breasts.

My hands ran over his broad shoulders, feeling over his strong arms and back. My hands found his hair as his lips and tongue found the top of my jeans. I felt him stop and I knew he was going to ask, but I saved him the trouble and took my jeans off. I saw him smile as my panties and legs came into his view. I threw my pants on the floor and that's when his lips attached themselves to my inner thighs. I spread my legs more, trying to get him to get closer to my core.

“Hm, I can smell you. So wet and needy for me, huh?” He mumbled. I nodded as his lips got closer to my pussy. His lips ran over the garment covering it.

“Take it off,” I whined. He chuckled, “Your wish is my command, babe.”

He ripped off my panties, the cold air hitting my skin in an instant. I heard Damon groan as he looked over my naked body. He looked back into my eyes, reaching up to kiss my lips.

“You look so gorgeous, Y/n,” he said while pulling away from my lips.

“Thank you,” I smiled. He returned the smile and then went back down to between my thighs. His fingers traced around the outside and teased me by slipped half of his middle finger in then pulling out. “Wow, what a mess,” Damon chuckled. “Just do something about it,” I demanded and took his hand.

“Ah, ah, ah. Be patient, babe,” he said. I groaned out of frustration, but we both knew I found it hot.

His middle finger teased my entrance for a few more seconds before pushing his finger into me. I let out a gasp and gripped the sheets as he pumped in and out faster. He then added another finger, making my back arch and me letting out another moan.

“Damon!” I exclaimed as he went faster. His fingers curled, hitting my g-spot. Then, his lips and tongue found my clit. “Fuck, D-Damon,” I cried out. I felt the tension in my stomach build and my legs started to shake.

As his fingers went harder and faster, his tongue flicked over my clit. His teeth gently bit down, making my release come faster.

“Damon, Damon!” I yelled out.

“Let go, baby.” I heard Damon say below me.

My back arched one last time and I cried out as I came down from my high. My back fell into the mattress and I sighed, raking my fingers through my hair. I looked over at Damon and saw him sucking his fingers.

“So sweet,” he moaned. The action itself made wetness pool up between my legs again.

Damon then stood up and began to unbuckle his belt and my eyes widened. I sat up immediately.

“Wha-what are you doing?” I asked.

“Sex, what else?” Damon chuckled.

“Wait, Damon,” I got up and stopped his hands from pulling down his underwear.

“What’s the matter?” He asked. “I... I’m a virgin,” I confessed.

Damon’s brows furrowed and then his eyes soften. “Oh, Y/n. Well, we don’t have to do anything, don’t worry. I can wait.”

I smiled at his words. “No, I want this. I just wanted to tell you.”

Damon smiled back. “I’m glad you told me. Are you sure? I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

“Yes, I’m sure,” I nodded and laid back down onto the bed.

He nodded and pulled his underwear down. My eyes widened as his cock came into full view. He was sure impressive.

“Never seen a dick before?” Damon smirked. “No, I-I have,” I laughed, embarrassed.

He smiled at me and got into bed.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Damon said.

I put my hands on his face and looked into his eyes. “I am sure.”

Damon gave me a short, sweet kiss before positioning himself at my entrance.

“I’m gonna give you time to adjust and whenever you want me to move or stop, say the words,” Damon said.

I nodded and and held his hand. Our fingers intertwined and that's when he pushed into me. He went slowly and I felt tears spring into my eyes. He stopped, letting me adjust to his size. I took in a deep breath before telling him to move.

He nodded and started to rock back and forth. The pain was subsided and it turned into pleasure.

“You’re so tight, Y/n. So pretty,” Damon moaned.

“God, Damon,” I moaned. I found myself scraping my fingernails down his back. He still went gentle, which I was thankful for.

We both moaned loudly as he fucked me slowly, but passionately. My legs wrapped around his waist and his hands went to rest besides my shoulders, holding himself up. I felt my stomach tighten.

“I-I’m close,” I whimpered.

He nodded and attached his lips to mine. He kissed me and I felt his thumb traced down my stomach to my clit. He rubbed my clit, making me come faster.

“Oh, fuck. Damon!” I cried out in ecstasy. Damon kept going for a view moments and I felt him twitch inside of me. He finished with one last push. He fell onto me gently before pulling out and laying next to me.

I rolled over into him. He put his arms around me and pulled me close, kissing my head.

“You are a dream, Y/n,” Damon whispered.

I giggled and looked up, “No, you are.”

Damon smiled and then looked down. “Oh, no. You’re dripping. Let me get a washcloth.”

I nodded and waited until he came back with a wash cloth. I laid on my back and watched as he cleaned my thighs. I smiled as he placed a kiss on either one. I never knew he could be so sweet.

He set the rag down on the nightstand and climbed back into bed with me. I cuddled into him and started to feel myself get tired.

“Thank you so much for saying yes, Y/n.”

I smiled before I drifted off. “Don’t thank me. I realized over anybody, I’d choose you.”

“Me, too. I’ll always choose you, babe.”

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Undrunk

Damon Salvatore X Female reader

It’s another song fic! I’m currently obsessed with these right now guys. But the show must go on! So this this fic is based of the song Undrunk by Fletcher.

Warning: Theirs gonna be smut, alcohol mentions and masturbation mentions.

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Wish I could get a little un-drunk so I could un-call you At five in the morning, I would un-fuck you

Honestly, this party's over Everyone here should have gone home

Walking threw the frat house the smell of smoke, alcohol and sex are all you smell. Holding my drink in one hand i find the dance floor. Its the easiest place to be to forget. Dancing to forgot about him, anything that has to do with him, his smell his voice. I need to do anything to forget. Its not that long in tell someones arm is around my waist, and whats worse is its way to easy to start dancing with him. Moving my hips back and fourth holding my one arm up. The musics loud, its perfect drowns out everything expect my thoughts.. I don’t ever want to go home, being sober is just to much to handle. I should just really turn it all off

But I'm afraid of being sober 'Cause the first thing I do when I'm alone I start touching myself to the photos that you used to send me

His toned abs are perfect, then you add his hair, his eyes, the way his fangs use pierces your skin as you shared blood. His pictures hes sent you are your most prized possession. You can still feel him, even though there your fingers and not his. Its somewhat the same

I should have deleted, but kept it a secret Is that crazy to do? So I squeeze out the lime on the ice of my drink And the juice hits the cuts on my fingers It still doesn't burn as much as the thought of you

I shake those thoughts out of my head, I cant be thinking about him.. all it dose is hurt me. So I keep dancing,and dancing, drinking to forget. So i squeeze the lime over my drink before downing more of this vodka. The alcohol burns my throat ,but no burn can ever compare to the feeling of him leaving me for her. Feeling more of the alcohol in my system dancing and drinking are a lot more easier to do. But the thought of him being with her still hurts.

Wish I could get a little un-drunk so I could un-call you At five in the morning, I would un-fuck you

“ O god, Damon don’t stop!” You moan out as he continues his rough, hard thrusts into you poor tight pussy

“ I wasn't planning on it- fuck y/n” Damon groans his thrusts start to get sloppy as you both start to reach your climaxes. In one swift motion you manage to flip him over so your on top. This right here is your favorite position, you see everything that going on in his face. The way he holds onto your hips as you bounce to the finish line, the way his has scrunches up as he groans, all the way to the way he says your name. It give you a reason to be sane, so you pick up your pace in tell you feel him twitch.

“ Damonnn” You moan arching your back as your eyes roll back in your skull as both of you cum together. After a few seconds of riding his high out you get off of him laying down next to him expecting to have one of your guys after sex cuddles. But somethings different you can tell, hes different.

“ I better get going y/n...” he says sitting up grabbing his pants and shirt

“ But Da-”

“ Look... this is the last time we can do this okay.. Elena wants to work things out.. You knew from the beginning it is always going to be her..” He says sighing wiping his mouth off he stands up getting dressed.

“ I never wanted to hurt you y/n” Damon says and before you know it your left alone in your apartment.. That was 2 months ago

But some things you can't undo I wish I could un-kiss the room full of strangers So I could un-spite you, un-lose my temper

It came so natural to you that the only way you where going to forget about Damon Salvatore was to get lost in the party, in your mind. You never wanted to turn your humanity off ,but your getting to the point where you are considering it. So you don’t have to see him with her.. You weren't expecting them to be at the party, as soon as they walk in though its hard to not notice them. So the best way for you to forget is pretty obvious, kiss someone. Maybe everyone?

Compelling a guy to kiss you is easy, some people you don’t even have to compel just being bold enough to ask gets you the best results. That’s what your doing, kissing everyone who is interested. No on one can tell you how to heal, some people heal this way. With alcohol and hooking up with someone.

But somethings you can't undo And one of them's you

I'm afraid to turn the lights on I don't want to face this rebound

I shouldn't have bought this guy home. I sigh rolling out of bed making my way to my kitchen sitting down on a bench. I feel nasty disgusted almost as to who i have become because of the damage he did to me. How could he just pick her over me so easily?

I grab my phone, unlocking it and going to the texts. Should i call him ? or text? I want to come over, but i know shes there.. In my spot in his bed where i use to be...

Is it weird if I come over? I want to but I know that she's around

So I'm touching myself to the photos that you used to send me I should have deleted, but kept it a secret Is that crazy to do? (Haha)

I click off of my messages and go into my gallery.. I should have deleted these pictures but i cant bring myself to do it. There the last thing i have from him, minus this black shirt that smells slightly of him still.

I find myself letting my hand travel to my underneath my underwear. I rub my clit softly for a few seconds, but its no good. Its not him my fingers can never replace his. I stand up slowly still a little shaky, its about 2 am a late night snake well do.

Oh, I'm hungry and wasted and my hands are shaking I shouldn't be cooking, be spilling hot water

I head over to the sink to drain the hot water from my mac and cheese. Pouring it I burn my hand in the water. ‘ouch fuck’ I look down at my red hand from the burn as it slowly heals. But honestly it doesn't hurt as much as my hearts hurting right now

It still doesn't burn as much as the thought of you

Wish I could get a little un-drunk so I could un-call you At five in the morning, I would un-fuck you But some things you can't undo I wish I could un-kiss the room full of strangers So I could un-spite you, un-lose my temper But somethings you can't undo And one of them's you Been through every emotion Right now I'm sad and broken Like the bottles on the floor, but I'm too buzzed to clean them up

I did it I couldn't handle the pain of him picking Elena Gilbert before me. It was way to easy to turn it all off, the way life goes because I simple don’t care no more. I giggle reaching over for the passed out girls arm as i sink my fangs in her arm... Who knew it would be that easy to just let go of it all, all the heart ache and pain he had caused me. I’m totally free now of it all

Wish I could get a little un-drunk So I could, I could un-love you

Going back to the parties are easier then they have ever been before. I’ve become the life of the party letting lose and not giving a damn about anyone and anything.

But somethings you can't undo And one of them's you

But no matter what I don’t think I will ever be able to un-love Damon Salvatore.

You, you Wish I could un-love you You, you, you Wish I could un-call you You, you, you Wish I could un-fuck you You Wish I could un-love you

#tvd #the vampire diaries #the vampire diares imagine #damon salvatore #damon salvatore imagine #damon salvatore smut #ian somerhalder #ian somerhalder imagie

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manatehispants · 4 years ago

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Mystic Fourth

Fourth of July has always been a big deal for the little town of Mystic Falls. During the day there are parades, family togethers and large picnics. All the women put on their little red, white and blue sundresses. The men scramble to the stores making sure they are properly stocked up on beer and fireworks for the evening. Normally, Bonnie loved Fourth of July. She would spend the day with her grandma. The two would grill out. Her grandmother would tell stories of her childhood and stories that her mother had passed down to her. Many of the stories Bonnie had heard before and often times she questioned how true they were. But the truth of the stories and how often she had heard them mattered little. What mattered was that valuable family time she got to spend with her grandmother. After this came the time night of friendship and looking up at the sky as she would watch it explode into different arrangement of colors. Each explosion more beautiful than the last. However this year was different. For the first time in many years Bonnie wasn’t filled with a sense of joy as she awoken. She woke with a heavy heart. So much had changed for the young witch since only one year ago. Her grandmother had passed on to another life and her friends seemed to grow more and more distance from her every day. Caroline would occasionally make time for her, but she was often busy with her new boyfriend. And Elena? Well, trying to get that girl to pay her any mind felt like a more and more impossible task. Elena was constantly either run from or to some new vampire driven thing. It wasn’t all her fault, but it grew tiresome. Some days Bonnie wanted to be exactly what she was a human. Sure, she was a witch.

But, her whole world did not need to be that of the supernatural. This was something that Elena did not grasp or Bonnie did not think so. The way she disgustingly ran into the arms of Stefan at every turn made Bonnie’s skin crawl. Didn’t Elena understand that so much what they all have lost is because of beings like him? No. Not just beings like him…..STEFAN directly could be faulted for many of the horrors this town had been forced to endure. It felt like every time Bonnie pointed this out Elena stood up for Stefan. Elena never failed to have his back…..But who had Bonnie’s back these days? Nobody. This realization had come to the witch’s attention before, but today as she laid in bed staring up at her ceiling it was hitting her hard. It took almost an hour before the young woman found the needed will power to move herself from the small comfort which her bed was providing her with. This year there would be no dressing up for Bonnie she decided. Nope. She was going to treat this day as if it was any other day. Instead of getting a cute little themed sundress Bonnie had jean shorts. For a tops she wore a ruffled mustard colored off the shoulders tee shirt. The shirt showcased a small amount of flat toned stomach when she reached her arms up. Knowing her friends would be busy with their own families and boyfriends Bonnie took the time to really pamper herself. She painted her nails a gold along with her toes to match. Bonnie took the time really get her cat eyes down pack in shades of shimmering gold. The final touch was a deep red lipstick that had a hint of sparkle to it. Looking at herself in the mirror Bonnie smiled. These days she rarely liked what she saw looking back at her. She so often felt like she hardly knew the woman who stood before, but she saw what others so foolish ignored. A strong powerful woman with looks that could kill. Bonnie spent the rest of her day lounging around the house. Much to her dismay, but not to her shock…..Not once did anybody bother checking in on her. Too busy with their own lives and that was understandable. They should be enjoying today should they not? They all had families to spend time with and people to dot on. Still, it hurt to know that while they all had somebody she had nothing. She couldn’t help, but feel a bit bitter. Why did everyone else in the world get somebody and she got nothing? What had she possibly done so wrong in life that she should have to end up alone? She did not understand, and the more she tried the more hurt she felt. By the time the sun was starting to set Bonnie felt herself becoming far too wrapped in her own self pity. And she wouldn’t stand for that. Bonnie Bennett would never be the girl who sat around crying for herself. If she did not like the way her life was going she would take matters into her own hands and change it.

“Fuck it.”

Muttered Bonnie to herself. She dragged herself off the sofa where she had spent most of the day reading and watching chick flicks. Bonnie headed to the kitchen and grabbed her purse along with her keys off the counter. Her favorite part of Fourth of July had always been the fireworks. She hadn’t missed seeing them since she was ten years old. Even if she had to see them alone she now decided she was not going to miss out on them. No more brooding inside. It was time for her new begins to start. Strong women do not need others to have fun. They can make their own fun. That is what she told herself as she headed to her front door. She even had a confident smile on her lips by the time she got there that is until she opened her door. Her whole face dropped and her bright green eyes narrowed. Standing in her doorway was the one man she wanted to see least of all right now. Damon.

“Are you looking for a headache? Because you are about to get a Hell of one if you do not get off my porch right now.”

Damon let out a laugh and smirked at Bonnie. His ice blue eyes locked onto her and Bonnie felt a chill run down her spine. He was danger given human form. He was part of everything she hated right now. Part of everything that had put her into a place of being so isolated. Why was he here? What could he possibly want with her now?

“Aww. You’d do that to me before I have a chance to explain myself? And they call me hotheaded.”

Tilting her head to the side only a few degrees Bonnie smiled coldly at Damon. The oldest Salvatore brother was in the process of winking at her when it hit him. His brain felt as if it was on fire. Every nerve ending was screaming in pain. Falling to his knees he pressed his hand against his temples.

“OKAY! OKAY! Point made! STOP! I GIVE!”

It was tempting to keep going. Oh how wonderful it would have felt to let this place out. Bonnie could have done it too. She was powerful enough. She could have kept going till Damon was dead for good. But that isn’t the kind of person she is. Bonnie isn’t someone who can murder without it being a last resort. Bonnie ended Damon’s torment and with speed only possibly of the supernatural he was back on his feet.

“I should snap your neck for that.”

“But you won’t. Why are you here?”

Damon scowled and ran a hand through his thick dark hair. She was right. He wasn’t going to kill her for it. Even if it wouldn’t piss everyone off and even if she did not have powers of her own he still wouldn’t kill her. Despite their disagreements he had respect for Bonnie. She was a woman who could stand her ground and did not take shit from anyone himself included. Bonnie was also witty and when she wasn’t being a total bitch to him she could be fun. He was drawn to her in a way he had never been drawn to someone before. Not Katherine or even Elena whom the town seemed to think his brother and him obsessed over. He’d never admit it, but he maybe…..Possibly liked Bonnie.

“Jeez. I was here to see if Elena stopped by. She wasn’t at her place and I assu—-“

Holding up a hand to stop Damon from finishing his sentence Bonnie walked by him and headed towards her car. She did not have time for this vampire shit. Not tonight. Tonight she wanted to be selfish for just once. Just once she wanted to do something for herself, and that something was seeing those damn fireworks. “Whatever you thought. You thought wrong. She said she was spending the day with family and then going to see the fireworks with Stefan. Try her cell and again, get off my porch.” Knitting his eyebrows together Damon frowned. In flash he was by Bonnie’s car and blocking her from getting to it. Bonnie was about ready to really fry his brain up.

“He never mentioned it to me.”

“I wonder why. Maybe he didn’t want you messing up his night. Move.”

There was that wit. This was part of what he both loved and hated about the lady. She wasn’t scared of him. Bonnie wasn’t like others. She didn’t say things only to hurt him and Bonnie never said things only to please him either. Bonnie told him things like they were. Out of all the people in his life she was the most openly honest with him. He never really thought about that until this moment. The thought made him frown for half a second before he put a cocky grin up. The same grin that constantly earned him an eye roll from the female standing before him.

“Why are you so anxious to leave? You got a hot date? Somebody finally took an interest in you instead of all your friends?”

Ouch. She hadn’t expect for it to hurt that but Damon’s words cut much deeper than anything else he had ever said to her. And the pain showed in Bonnie’s eyes. For the first time in many years it made Damon feel an emotion he thought he rid himself of. Guilt. He hadn’t meant to be cruel. Honestly! He had been joking. It was meant to mock the ones around her who were too stupid to realize what a stunning woman she was. Damon looked away from her.

“Not that it’s your business, but I am going to see the fireworks. And I don’t have and I do not need a damn date for that.”

Her tone was a mix of unexpected bitterness and a hint of sadness towards the end. Bonnie hated herself for sounding what she viewed as weak. She fully expected for Damon to jump on this and mock her. Why wouldn’t he? He loved getting under her skin and she had made a perfect opening. What happened next she never would have expected.

“You’re full of shit. You have a date.”

Both eyebrows jolted upwards expressing shock. What the Hell did he thinks she was hiding a date from him now!? Bonnie attached as Damon finally stepped aside only to appear at the other side of her car. She opened her mouth to argue with him, but before she could do so he grinned at her. The witched closed her mouth and waited to see what was so amusing to the elder Salvatore now.

“You got me.”

Oh this was too good. Bonnie bursted out laughing. Was he serious? She opened her car door now that he had moved and got in. Maybe if she started up the car he would go find someone else to bug. But, no…..He opened the car door on his side and got in.

“You’re kidding, right? Why?”

Shutting his door Damon put his seat belt showing that he was serious and shrugged over at her. She was right to question it. He was even questioning himself for once.

“Why not? Not like either of us have a date, right?"

Closing her own door Bonnie also buckled up and started her car. She should kick him out and drive a million miles away from Damon. He was the definition of bad idea, but she couldn’t get herself to do it. After all they had been through together. All the shit he had done to her, she should hate him. Had she been thinking all day about how vampires had helped to ruin her life? Still, looking over at him she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t make him leave. They weren’t as different as she pretended them to be. Both were alone in this world and both were constantly tossed aside in favor of others. He had been tossed aide by Katherine, Elena and even in his brother. She hated to think, but maybe this was okay. Maybe it was okay for two lonely souls to spend one night together. Not that they were doing THAT. They would ONLY be seeing fireworks. That is ALL! Her face softened.

“Fine. But this isn’t a date. Just two people watching fireworks together. That’s it. Try to make it into anything else and I will melt your brain right out your ears understood?”

Her comment brought a smile to his face. Damon leaned his seat back and kicked his feet up onto the dashboard. Lacing the fingers of his hands together he placed them behind his head.

“Sure. I got it. Your lose. I also got the perfect place for us to go.”

“Of course you do. Lay it on me.”

As she pulled out of her driveway Bonnie is shaking her head at Damon, but for the first time all day her heart feels light. She’s has a smile on her face that isn’t forced or the product of bitterness it’s one of excitement. Her tradition will live on. She will be seeing fireworks with someone she cares about tonight after all.

#bamon #bamon shippers club #bonnie x damon #damon salvatore #bonnie bennett #the vampire diaries #fanfic #ao3 #Fourth of July #fireworks

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thehollowprince · 4 years ago

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Two cents from a female cis-het passing queer person who grew up in a deeply compulsory heterosexual environment. Media and mainstream het culture socialises girls and women to identify so much deeply problematic and violent male behaviour as perfectly normal, romantic behaviour. Prime example, Spike and Buffy. imo this is heavily reflected in the mlm slash ships that straight people love to fetishize, prime example St*r*k. When I discovered they were a ship it made me really sad.

Oh, you're preaching to the choir.

That was a pattern I picked up on years ago, one that I actually had to look for, because as a guy, I was told that it was okay to behave like the men we saw on television. Well... half told. My grandmother always told me to be nice first, because if you start off by being an asshole, no one's ever going to think your anything but an asshole. I also realized all on my own that maybe I should just care about other people, but that's just me.

The thing that really gets me about this phenomenon is that it's on here. Naturally, I don't expect Tumblr to be completely absent of this, but come on! This is Tumblr! You could throw a stick and hit a post about how men shouldn't treat women like that, or how women shouldn't put up with it, but then those very same people turn around and make apology posts for Kylo Ben, or Snape, or Damon Salvatore or Klaus Mikaelson or Spike. Oh, god, Spike! That whole "romance" (see: obsession) between the two just blew my mind, even back when the show was airing (yes, I'm old enough to remember when it aired on the WB and then UPN).

The fact that anyone can look at the intersections between Buffy and Spike and call that a romance disgusts me. And that's without even including the attempted rape. Just his obsession with her since the fourth season and how that spiraled into everything. That show really should have just ended at season five.

Spike is actually the earliest example that I've seen of a fandom loving a villain so much that the production decides to keep bringing them back. Except, you can't keep them around as the villain (y'know, the version of the character that everyone fell in love with), because it eventually gets to the point of "why can't the heroes beat the villain?" Simple, we'll give them a Tragic Backstory™, have them make the sad puppy eyes, and bam! We got us an antihero.

And people just eat that shit up.

It happened with both Damon and Klaus on The Vampire Diaries and The Originals. We have two characters who are introduced as these outright villains, killing people for their own amusement or to prove a point, but fans loved them so much that they got turned into antiheroes and all their bad deeds forgiven. I mean, its outright nauseating to see the way Damon treated Elena throughout the run of the show, invading her personal space, trying to compel her into kissing him, manhandling her, taking her choices away, and fans calling that love. Same with Klaus, who repeatedly threatened Caroline, actually tried to kill her (twice!), and Kl*r*line shippers thing that's the peak of romantic behavior because Klaus makes the sad puppy eyes. (See also: Theo from Teen Wolf)

And don't even get me started on the fandom fixation on Bonkai!

It all stems down to this weird phenomenon where one of the two characters is a self-insert for the reader/viewer, because they want to bang the male character/actor. That's why Rey is usually written so one-dimensional in R*ylo fics, because the reader is thirsty for Adam Driver. And that, of course, just leads us back to Teen Wolf and St*r*k. Although, that one's a little tricky, because you'd think that so many of these St*r*k shippers would insert themselves into Stiles (which there are a fair share that do), but more often than not, Derek acts as the self-insert, because most of the fans want to bang Dylan O'Brien. Seriously, I will never understand fandom's fascination with white twinks, but it's an all-encompassing thing.

Part of me understands because I'm old enough to remember the early years of internet fandom. Okay, I was there for FF.net before the purges. I remember Anne Rice's militant legal campaign against her own fans. I remember when the BNFs started gatekeeping, harassing the self-insert OCs in fanfic. Hell, I remember Ms. Scribe and the Inner Circle! I have seen things! And that crackdown against OCs was what led to the rise of fangirls in the slash fandom. Equal parts hiding from the BNFs and fetishizing mlm sexuality for their own amusement/pleasure.

The thing that really baffles me about it all is why St*r*I. Ignoring the obvious reasons (*cough*racism*cough*), why them. As I already pointed out, Tumblr loves their posts about self worth and not standing for abuse, but then turn around and advocate for one of the most abusive crack ships I've ever seen. Why not, say, Scott and Danny, who had actual moments that, if taken out of context, could be portrayed as moments of a building romance ("its Armani"), or Scott and Isaac ("Be careful"/"I don't want you to get hurt" and "Dude, I love Mexican"). Like, the subtext between Scott and Isaac was so strong that one could just call it text.

We had four canonically gay characters (Danny, Ethan, Mason and Corey) and yet the focus is still on two straight characters. Hell, Mason was literally the version of Stiles that fandom cooked up (incredibly smart, did the research, openly gay, had a crush on a hot werewolf that he was very open about) and yet he doesn't get even a fraction of the attention that Stiles does, despite fulfilling the criteria they claim they want in the form of more queer representation. It can't be because he's black, right? I mean, they've told me they're not racist, despite numerous examples of racism, so it's hard to know what to believe (insert sarcasm here).

But still, fandom put these two characters that couldn't stand each other, and who both had much stronger connections to Scott, together in their heads and then cried queerbaiting when they didn't get what they wanted. There comes a point where you have to question whether these people are that influenced by media and propaganda or they're being willfully ignorant.

Anyway, thanks for listening. Apparently I had more of that bottle up inside than I thought so thanks for giving me an outlet to express my frustration. And now, back to your regularly scheduled blogging.

#ask and ye shall recieve #fandom racism #fandom nonsense #anti sterek #anti reylo #anti klaroline #anti delena #anti bonkai #anti spuffy #teen wolf fandom problems

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bamon4bamily · 4 years ago

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9x12 - There’s no place like home (part 1) Enjoy! =)

Cut to – Munich, Germany; late at night. Elena, having a bad case of insomnia, gets out of bed, makes herself some coffee, and begins to write in her journal.

Dear Diary,

Once again, I’ve gone MIA on you. I really need to try harder. I’ll take this sleepless night as a starting point. Anyway, I’m writing to you from a foreign land, Munich, my new home. The city is absolutely beautiful, and the University, an intimidating fortress of knowledge. I have never felt so excited and scared at the same time. The medical program is way over my capacities, but I believe I can get through it, if I devote myself to study, and learn as much as I can from Sam. He is such a prodigy, doesn’t give himself nearly as much credit as he should. Speaking of Sam, you should know I am head over heels for him, and have been living with him for some time. Unlike my previous experience, I’ve learned that it is possible to live amicably with your other half… Although, just between us, and despite my best efforts to let go, I admit that it still bothers me. Buried deep inside, I have these feelings of jealousy, which I wish would finally go away… Not only about him, but Stefan as well… How screwed up am I? I mean, nothing makes me happier than to see Bonnie and Caroline happy, but why did it have to be with them? Sounds horrible, I know, and I fight each day to grow out of it; guess it’s harder than I thought. Enough with the past, I need to focus on the new, better version of myself, and move on. But I do miss home…

Cut to – the Salvatore mansion. Bonnie, Damon, Caroline, and Stefan, arrive from the airport. As soon as Caroline puts her luggage on the floor, the girls run down the stairs to greet her.

JOSIE & LIZ: Mommy!!!!

CAROLINE: My girls!! (Hugs them) I missed you so much!!!

JOSIE & LIZ: We missed you too, mommy!! (They turn to Stefan, Bonnie, and Damon) And you too!! (They hug them).

CAROLINE: Guess what, girls? I come baring gifts!! Quick, open that bag and find out what’s inside… (the girls rush to open the bag and take their gifts out; Caroline, surprised that Alaric didn’t come down, asks for his whereabouts). Where’s daddy?

JOSIE: (Switches from full excitement to nervousness at his mention) Uhm... we… we don’t know…

CAROLINE: What do you mean you don’t know? Then, who is taking care you??

LIZZY: Miss. Cuddles!

CAROLINE: Are you kidding!!?? Wait, are you girls playing with me? Is this some type of guilt trip to punish me for going away? (Shouts) Ric! Ha, ha, ha, real funny! You can come out now, I’m not buying it!

JOSIE: I told you mommy, he is gone… and so are they…

STEFAN: Who is they?

JOSIE: Radka, Mr. Sergei, Miss. Lexi, Mr. Tyler, Miss Margo, Miss. Katherine, the scary looking lady, that other lady, and the ghost lady…

CAROLINE: Girls, stop, this isn’t funny.

LIZZY: We are telling you the truth, mommy, pinky swear.

DAMON: (To Bonnie) I’ll go check the house out (he vamps away).

BONNIE: Girls, why don’t you tell us what you know.

JOSIE: It’s all my fault… I knew I shouldn’t have played with that toy.

CAROLINE: Which toy?

JOSIE: The one daddy hides in his lock… we were doing a spell to help Miss. Katherine and the lock was open, so I took it. Then Miss. Katherine was gone… and then we woke up today, just before you got home, and they were all gone…

CAROLINE: You were doing a spell? For what?

LIZZY: To put them back in their bodies, or something… but then Josie took that toy, and I don’t think it worked anymore.

CAROLINE: This is making no sense! Not even a day back, and this is what we come home to, absolute chaos!

BONNIE: Calm down, Care, we’ll figure out what’s going on.

DAMON: Well I think they are definitely playing a prank un us; look who I found roaming around (he is holding “Katherine” by the arm) … and, (puts Miss. Cuddles on the sofa), there’s something very wrong with Miss Cuddles.

CAROLINE: Why am I not surprised! (Grabs “Katherine” by the neck) You better tell me right now, what the hell is going on!!?? And why the hell are you still here!!!

IVAN: (Looking very scared) Please, don’t hurt me!! I… I... I’m not Miss. Katherine, I’m a student, Ivan, remember me, Miss. Caroline?

CAROLINE: Really? You want to play that game?

JOSIE: He’s telling the truth, mommy… he’s in Miss. Katherine’s body and she’s in his.

STEFAN: Who is in who’s body now? Wow… (whispers to Damon) is there a chance we might still be high? (Damon makes a “who knows face”).

BONNIE: (Inspecting Miss. Cuddles) Well, there is definitely something wrong with Miss. Cuddles; there’s a camera inside…

DAMON: Let me see… (takes the camera out) This is some freaky shit…

STEFAN: That’s an understatement.

CAROLINE: Okay, okay, no need to panic (she is clearly panicking) …

BONNIE: (Connecting the dots) Wait… Josie, about that toy… what did it look like?

JOSIE: It’s the toy you built with us aunt Bonnie… (they all stare at each other).

BONNIE: Oh no…

Cut to – the secret facility, Edward’s cell.

AUGUSTUS: When shall we expect our guest to arrive?

EDWARD: He’s on his way back; should be home by tonight.

AUGUSTUS: Good. (As he is about to leave, he turns around) I’ve arranged a funeral service for tomorrow. You see, I’m not as bad as you think… And, as promised, once we have him in our custody, I’ll make it worth your while. I have a big surprise for you (winks, then leaves).

Cut to – 2018 prison world. Salvatore mansion basement cell. Alaric, Lexi, Sergei, Margo, The Madame, Danae, Radka and Tyler are locked up, starting to gain consciousness after they apparently blacked-out.

ALARIC: What the hell happened?

THE MADAME: I think it’s safe to say that our plan failed, darling.

ALARIC: Sergei, you are here… I thought we agreed you’d stay behind to watch the girls.

SERGEI: That was the plan, my friend. Somehow, I ended up here…

ALARIC: Shit, shit, shit!

RADKA: Ric, come down. We aren’t going to solve anything by getting angry. I’m sure the girls are fine; Caroline is probably home by now, won’t take them long to figure out what’s going on.

TYLER: So much for full vamp, werewolf and witch power…

LEXI: Uhm, guys, where is Emily?

MARGO: Oh, dear… the spell… must be done by now… she’s gone.

DANAE: Meaning we are stuck in here… Great!

RADKA: Why did we even attempt to do this? What were we thinking?

THE MADAME: We weren’t.

ALARIC: Does anyone remember how we ended up in the Salvatore’s basement? There is no way Kai could have pulled this off on his own. (The door window shed opens; Kai is standing on the other side).

KAI: There you go again, Ric. Always underestimating people. Some words of advice: “Arrogance in full bloom bears a crop of ruinous folly from which it reaps a harvest all of tears.”

ALARIC: Kai, you piece of shit! I swear if you don’t let us out of here…

KAI: Calm yourself, I thought you were a teacher; such vulgar language. For the life of me, I will never understand how Josette fell in love with you. May she rest in peace. But, fear not, I mean you no harm, unlike you, I have changed. However, I am curious as to why you have intruded my eternal game of solitaire. Care to compose yourself, and explain?

ALARIC: Listen, all we want is to find Katherine and get out of here. Just tell us where she is, and we’ll get out of your way.

KAI: Oh, so the boy was telling the truth. Ha, my bad… (Looks at his watch) will you look at the time! Sorry, I must head out now, I’m going to be late for teatime. I will be back soon, and we can figure this whole thing out. I am sorry to have to keep you like this, I’m sure you can understand why. Don’t worry, it won’t be for long, I promise. In the meantime, I’ll leave you with some music so you can relax. (Closes the window shed, plays the same Beethoven song, in yet another jukebox; then leaves).

RADKA: I don’t get it. If he wanted us dead, we would be. He doesn’t seem to want anything from us. Why not just let us go so he can continue with his lonely existence; he seems to enjoy it.

TYLER: Isn’t it obvious? He’s waiting for Bonnie to show up and save the day, like she always does.

RADKA: Why is he so obsessed with her?

ALARIC: I think that in his weird psycho way, he’s in love with her.

TYLER: To be fair, it’s hard not to fall in love with Bonnie, so I kinda get where he’s coming from.

LEXI: I agree.

DANAE: Me too.

ALARIC: I think we can all agree. But something is off with him. The old Kai would have gutted us by now. The way he talks, how he’s dressed... doesn’t fit.

TYLER: Maybe he has changed…

ALARIC: Come on, Ty, you don’t believe that for a second, do you?

TYLER: I’m just saying, if the queen of hell managed to somehow find her way. Maybe he did too... I mean, let’s be honest, we’ve all done some horrible things.

ALARIC: You do remember this is the same person that murdered his entire family, including my ex-wife, and your ex-girlfriend.

TYLER: Well, when you put it that way… Forget what I said, we need to get the fuck out of here, with or without Katherine.

THE MADAME: Why did I ever agree to do this?!

MARGO: I hear you.

DANAE: Ditto!

Cut to – The Salvatore mansion. Bonnie, Damon, Caroline and Stefan are in the library.

BONNIE: So, it’s settled then. Damon and I will go, you guys stay here to watch over the girls.

CAROLINE: Why does it have to be you?

BONNIE: You know why, Care.

DAMON: How did they get themselves into this mess in the first place, those freakin morons!

BONNIE: They did what they thought was right, can’t blame them for trying.

STEFAN: I think I should go with you too; you’ll need as much help as you can get.

DAMON: No offense, bro, but you’re still a human, I can’t see how you can help.

STEFAN: Well, I don’t have to be a human… Let’s do it, right here and now. We were going to do it anyway, so this is the perfect time.

CAROLINE: That ‘s true… Are you really sure?

STEFAN: I’m sure, Care.

BONNIE: Guys, there is no need to rush anything, Damon and I can handle this.

STEFAN: We know you can, Bon, but I want to help. Come on, let’s just get this over with. Care, ready?

CAROLINE: As ready as I’ll ever be… (bites her wrist and holds it out for Stefan to drink).

STEFAN: Damon, your turn. One in a lifetime opportunity, bro.

DAMON: Should we go for the old neck snap? Those are always fun (wiggles his eyebrows).

STEFAN: Sure, why not. Just do it already.

BONNIE: Stefan, really, you don’t have to...

STEFAN: I know, Bon, I want to. (To Damon) Do it.

DAMON: (Grabs him by the head) Last chance to back out, are you sure this is what you want?

STEFAN: I’m sure, Damon. Come on, the sooner the better, snap it!

DAMON: Okay... (snaps his neck, he falls dead to the ground)... Well, that’s that. Now we just have to wait until he wakes up, make sure nothing went wrong.

STEFAN: (Not even a minute out, and his awake) That wasn’t as bad as I remembered it…

CAROLINE: (Hugs him) Here (hands him a blood bag to complete the transition).

STEFAN: For better or worse, bottoms up! (Chugs the blood bag, and completes the transition).

CAROLINE: Are you feeling okay?

STEFAN: (Vamps from one side of the room to the other) I feel great! Remind me again why I ever wanted to become human?

DAMON: Been telling you for centuries!

STEFAN: Well, I’m ready. Let’s go do this.

BONNIE: Are you sure you are up for it? You might need some time to process…

STEFAN: I’m fine, Bon, no need to process. Might be weird but it feels natural. Trust me, I feel just fine, better than fine.

BONNIE: Okay, then (to Damon and Stefan) grab my hand… (she does the spell, and off they go).

Cut to – the Lockwood house. Matt arrives from the airport. Inside, waiting for him, a SWAT team.

MATT: (Puts his luggage on the floor) No need to shoot this time. Let me just grab some things and we can go.

AGENT: What things?

MATT: I need a suit; I have a funeral to attend.

AGENT: Fine, get it fast. I’ll follow you. (As they are walking upstairs) Where is your wife?

MATT: Not your concern, she’s not part of the deal.

AGENT: Better not be planning anything, Donovan. We got eyes on all of you.

MATT: Then you have nothing to worry about. Unless of course your little gadgets fail… which I’m sure they won’t.

AGENT: Just shut up and hurry up.

MATT: (Grabs the suit) I’m ready, let’s go.

Cut to- 2018 prison world. Salvatore mansion backyard. Katherine is tied to a chair in a very bizarre setting of a tea party, Alice in Wonderland style. Horribly made replicas of Miss Cuddles are set on the other chairs as “guests”. Kai comes out with some biscuits and a teat pot, sets it on the table, then sits in front of Katherine, who has, once again, been mouth covered.

KAI: (Takes a sip of his tea, then stares deep into the boy’s eyes) Well, that was an interesting twist to the story… Katherine.

(He takes another sip of tea, and once again, plays the Beethoven song, this time from his phone).

Cut to – 2018 prison world, Mystic Falls downtown. Damon, Bonnie and Stefan have just arrived.

STEFAN: (Looking around the place) Never thought something so familiar would feel so creepy.

DAMON: Welcome to bizzaro world, brother.

BONNIE: (Sarcastically) Now imagine this, plus your brother, and 1994…

DAMON: Hey! Rude!

BONNIE: Just calling it like it was. But I’ll give you one thing, the plaid thing kinda grew on me (kisses him).

DAMON: And so did Boyz II Men… I’ve heard you blast it in the shower so you can’t deny it.

STEFAN: They had some good tunes…

DAMON: Aha! I told you it was his!

STEFAN: Uhm, nice try, bro, but no; that was totally you.

BONNIE: (With a smirk) I knew it!

DAMON: You are never gonna let that go, are you?

BONNIE: Not a chance in hell. But I’ll keep your secret if you keep mine.

DAMON: Deal (they shake hands).

BONNIE: Okay, back to the mission in question; it’s going to be a tricky one. I designed this place not to have a celestial event so there’d be no way out. I’m gonna have to tweak somethings around, but…

DAMON: Bon?

BONNIE: I’ve never done anything like this, so who knows what could happen. A full moon shouldn’t be that hard to conjure… But, hey, worst case scenario, this place becomes weirder than it already is. No big deal; we can handle weird, right?

DAMON: We got weird down to a science. Let’s get awkward!

BONNIE: (Smirks) Okay boys, give me your hand. (She concentrates, her eyes turn white as she chants. The wind begins to blow at full force, the place shakes, the sky distorts).

Cut back to - Kai and Katherine’s tea party. Something feels off… The place begins to shake, and the sky twirls as if someone on acid was staring at it. Suddenly, it stops. A full moon lights what was once a pitch-dark sky.

KAI: (Looks up at the sky, sees the full moon and smiles. The Kai we know returns) She’s here…

How do I look? Oops, that’s right, you can’t talk. I’mma take that look as a “great”. God, I’m so nervous! (Takes deep breaths) Okay, okay, I have to pull myself together. (To the Miss Cuddles replicas, pointing at the sky) You see that? She’s finally here!!! And I need to get ready for karaoke night!! (To Katherine) Sorry to leave you hanging like this… Nah, who am I kidding, not sorry at all! (Rushes into the house).

Cut back to – Downtown, Mystic Falls. Bonnie, Damon and Stefan.

STEFAN: Wow, Bon; that was intense!

BONNIE: Can’t believe I pulled that off...

DAMON: (Kisses her) Of course you did, you always do.

BONNIE: Now that that’s solved; on to the next part of the plan. Kai is probably expecting me now, and I’m pretty sure where to find him. Why don’t you guys go to your house, figure out where everyone is; and I’ll meet up with our old friend.

DAMON: No way I’m leaving you alone with Kai; I’m going with you.

BONNIE: Things between Kai and me are personal; I think I should do this on my own. I’ll be okay; I promise. I have a feeling he won’t want to mess with me.

DAMON: Bon, he might not try to hurt you physically, but, like you said, it’s personal.

STEFAN: He’s right, Bon. You two go find Kai, I’ll find the rest.

BONNIE: Okay… (turns to Damon) just don’t let him push your buttons.

DAMON: I won’t. I’ll keep an eye on you; you keep an eye on me.

BONNIE: That’s how we roll.

STEFAN: Call me if there’s any trouble; I’ll let you know as soon as I find them. Please, stay safe (he vamps away).

BONNIE: Ready? (Damon nods) Let’s go find our old prison world roomie.

Cut to – Munich University, Medical Lab. Sage is running some sort of tests; she has the lab to herself. Sam walks in.

SAGE: (Startled) Sam! What the hell are you doing here?! You scared the shit out of me!

SAM: Sorry… but I could ask you the same question; it’s like 1:00 am…

SAGE: I booked the place; it’s the only time I can have it to myself.

SAM: Cause that doesn’t sound crazy… Anyway, relax, I’m not here to sabotage your sacred lab time.

SAGE: Then, what are you doing here?

SAM: I need to ask you a favor (hands her the test tube that Elena found in the black box).

SAGE: What is this?

SAM: That’s what I’m hoping you can tell me…

SAGE: Why not just test it yourself?

SAM: I’m a scalpel kinda guy, you are the lab expert.

SAGE: (Rolls her eyes, she can’t seem to resist anything when it comes to him) Fine. I’ll let you know what I find.

SAM: You’re the best (kisses her on the cheek).

SAGE: Whatever. But I wasn’t kidding; I booked the place for myself, so shoo, skedaddle.

SAM: Leaving; just please, don’t tell Elena, she thinks I got rid of it…

SAGE: I won’t. But you know I’ll ask for something in return.

SAM: Wouldn’t expect anything less from you (smirks, then leaves. A few minutes later, Pietro walks in).

PIETRO: Miss Luxford, I granted you permission to use the lab for program purposes only. I sure hope that what you are holding in your hand applies to that criteria. But I have a feeling it doesn’t…

TVD 9x12 (part 2) coming next. Hope you stop by, read, and enjoy! =)

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OK I finished it! It’s all up in this post:

“I’m not suggesting this lightly---”

“Well, I hope not. You’re talking about messing with our best friend’s mind.”

Caroline gave Bonnie a dejected look from across the large living room boasted by the Salvatore Boarding House. Damon, predictably, had set up camp at the bar while Matt paced in circles and Jeremy and Tyler sat on opposite sofas next to their respective girlfriends. Noticeably absent from the gathering was Elena, who was back at the Gilbert House, Googling recent animal attacks.

“It’s for her own good, Bon,” said Matt.

Bonnie shook her head. “We don’t get to make that decision for her. You sound like---” Bonnie stopped herself, gritting her teeth.

“Like me,” said Damon. “She was about to say you sound like me.” He took a sip of bourbon. “It’s the most I’ve liked you, Donovan, glad to see some balls on ya.”

“Oh shut up, Damon,” Caroline snapped. “We invited you to this meeting as a courtesy.”

“And because you have the biggest living room,” said Tyler.

“Well since I am here, let me just break it down for the intellectually impaired,” said Damon, moving away from the bar to the centre of the living room. “Stefan has been MIA for seven months. My research indicates he is way, way off the deep-end, he shows no signs of slowing down and oh, that’s right, he’s the personal attack dog of a thousand year old Original psychotic vampire who thinks Elena is dead! Besides one breathy late night phone call five months ago, Elena has no leads but she’s so wrapped up in the whole I-hurt-when-he-hurts-I-breathe-when-he-breathes puppies and rainbows love story she has with my annoyingly self-sacrificing brother that she keeps looking. She’s gotta let it go.”

Jeremy sighed. “I hate to say it but he’s right.”

Bonnie turned sharply toward him and he raised his hands in the air. “I don’t like agreeing with him but, Bonnie, it’s your senior year. Elena’s senior year. And she didn’t even show up to registration because she hijacked Damon’s trip to Kentucky. How is she supposed to graduate, go to college if she doesn’t even show up to class?”

“She’s obsessed,” said Matt quietly.

“So your solution is to compel her?” said Bonnie.

“Just compel her to stop looking for Stefan and live her life, not compel her feelings away,” said Caroline quickly. “I wouldn’t do that to her or to Stefan.”

“So that makes it better? This is her mind. Her memories. Her emotions. When did we get so okay with messing around with people’s lives like this?”

“Kinda late to sing that tune, isn’t it Bon-Bon?” said Damon.

Bonnie ignored him. “Jeremy, don’t you remember how angry you were when you found out that Elena took away your memory of Vicki?”

“I didn’t understand why she did it then but seeing her like this now…” He shook his head. “I get it.”

“But you said that it didn’t really work, you said there was a---”

“Hole, yeah I know. But it still helped and I owe it to Elena to help her as much as I can. She’s my sister.”

Bonnie buried her head in her hands. Caroline stood up from the couch and walked over to her, bending in front of her, holding her wrists.

“Bonnie,” she said gently. She waited until Bonnie raised her head to look at her. “Remember when we would talk about graduating, getting out of Mystic Falls, becoming college roommates?” Caroline smiled sadly. “Elena was going to be an English major, I was going to study journalism, you --- always helping people --- said you would study pre-law?” Bonnie bit her bottom lip. “All of us have gone through so much this past year. You and I have both died. Every other week there is someone who is trying to kill us. But we can still have that dream. We can still go to college and live our best lives but Elena needs to live hers for it to happen.” She sighed. “And Stefan would want her to, you know that. He wanted her to flourish, he wanted her to be happy. We’re doing what he would want us to do.”

“Stefan wouldn’t want us to compel her,” said Bonnie quietly.

Caroline pushed her mouth to the side. “Maybe sometimes the ends justify the means. But we all have to be on board. All of us agree or we don’t do it.”

Bonnie said nothing for a long time, looking from Caroline to Jeremy to Matt to Tyler, studying their expressions, their silent pleas. Imperceptibly, she gave her head a nod. Caroline closed her eyes and exhaled, standing up.

“OK so when should I do it?” said Damon.

“No,” said Bonnie. “Caroline has to do it.”

Caroline looked at Bonnie, her lips parted in shock. Bonnie stood up now too and looked Caroline square in the eye.

“If you are so sure that this is the right thing to do then you have to be the one to do it, Care. I won’t agree to it any other way.”

Caroline swallowed hard. “OK,” she gasped. “OK. I’ll do it,” she said a bit firmer.

Elena picked up her mug to take another sip of coffee only to realize that she’d finished it. It had been her fourth cup and if she had one more, she would try to jump out of her own skin.

She’d been up all night, scouring the internet for animal attacks all over the U.S., calling Sherriff Forbes for leads. It was hard to track Stefan when Jeremy and the others had made it virtually impossible for her to leave Mystic Falls to actually go where her research led. Bonnie wasn’t strong enough to do an Isolation Spell on the entire town but she was getting close.

There were still a few ways she could try to get out of town and today she was going to exhaust all her options.

She didn’t blame them. Not really. Elena knew what she must look like to the people around her --- obsessed, unhinged, stuck. It was difficult to explain that she had to continue searching for Stefan because she had to find him. To stop would be to give up and to give up would mean to live a life without Stefan in it and she knew she could do that, she knew her world didn’t begin and end with him, he’d been instrumental in showing her the importance of living rather than simply existing, thriving instead of merely surviving, but a life without Stefan in it wasn’t her life, not really, not since they’d met in the school hallway.

If she never found him, she could go on but she’d never be able to move on, any and every happy moment would be tinged with grief and that would be her life: perpetually incomplete. Like life after her parents and before him.

There was a knock at her door and when she turned around, she saw Caroline in the entryway, Bonnie a little behind her with her arms crossed.

“Hi,” said Caroline gently.

“Hi,” said Elena.

The memory of their last conversation, argument really, echoed in the silence between them.

“I didn’t come here to fight,” said Caroline, stepping into the room. “I’m sorry about how our last … talk went. I know you think I don’t understand why you’re so intent on finding him but I do. I get it.”

Elena nodded. “Thanks.” She looked past Caroline to Bonnie who was quietly chewing her bottom lip.

“Hey, Bon.”

Bonnie smiled in response but said nothing.

Caroline cleared her throat, taking another step into the room. “Elena, I---” She looked at the duffle bag on Elena’s bed. “Why are you packed?”

“Going to New Orleans,” said Elena, standing up from her desk and closing her laptop. “Frequent animals attacks in odd places, abnormally high, drained blood. I booked a ticket and my flight leaves in a few hours.”

“What about midterms?” said Bonnie. She stepped forward now.

“I’ll just make them up when I get back, I guess,” said Elena, shrugging as she gathered all the information she collected in the past few days.

“Elena, it’s the midterm! You can’t miss all of them.”

“Bonnie, honestly, school is the last thing on my mind right now.”

“Wait, how did you get this information?” said Caroline. “Damon?”

“No, your mom,” said Elena.

Caroline closed her eyes and sighed. “I told her to stop feeding you information.”

“She’s helping me.” Elena opened the duffle bag and put the laptop in it. “The only one who’s helping me,” said Elena.

“It’s false hope,” said Caroline delicately.

Elena’s eyes flashed. “You know, Caroline, I thought you above all people would be on board with me trying to get Stefan back,” said Elena. “Stefan has been there for you when no one else has.”

Caroline furrowed her eyebrows, hurt. “You think I don’t know that?”

Elena shrugged. “Well you’re definitely acting like you don’t.”

“I’m doing what Stefan would’ve wanted, Elena,” said Caroline.

“You don’t know what he would’ve wanted.”

“I know how much he loved you.”

“Loves,” Elena corrected harshly.

“Right, loves,” said Caroline, nodding. “And the way he loves you, he wouldn’t want this for you, he’d want you to move on.”

“He wouldn’t have wanted me to give up!”

“You are giving up, you’re giving up on your life and that’s doing everything Stefan stood against,” said Caroline. “You can’t tell me that that isn’t true.”

“And this is how I know you don’t understand why I’m looking for him,” said Elena. “I’m not giving up on my life, Caroline, I’m trying to get it back on track! And for that I need Stefan back.”

Elena picked up her duffle bag, passing Caroline to get to the door but felt a tug on the strap. She turned around, Caroline was holding onto the other handle, her expression sad but determined.

“What are you doing?”

Caroline pressed her lips together. “I love you,” she said. “You’re my best friend and I won’t let you just let you waste your life away.”

Elena sighed, frustrated. “I’m not wasting ---” then she tilted her head, confused. “What do you mean you won’t ‘let’ me?”

Caroline didn’t say anything but didn’t break her eye contact with Elena. After a few seconds, realization dawned and horror struck Elena. “Caroline…” She shook her head, mouthing wordlessly. Elena appealed to a teary-eyed Bonnie. “Bonnie?”

“I’m sorry, Elena,” she said. “But it’s for the best.”

Elena tugged uselessly, desperately on her bag. “No, you can’t!” she yelled. “You can’t compel me to forget him!”

“I’m not, I’m not,” Caroline assured. “Elena, I would never do that to you. But you can’t keep on like this!”

“He’s out there, Caroline, waiting for me! He called me---”

“You don’t even know if it was him!”

“IT WAS HIM! And I told him to hold on, I told him hold on to how much I love him and you’re going to make me a liar if you do this to him, if you do this to me!”

Bonnie spoke. “Elena, it was five months ago---”

“So what? Why does the time matter? When Jeremy died, you went to the witches to bring him back, are you telling me if it took longer than it did you would’ve given up?”

“Damon will find him,” said Caroline.

“And I should be there when he does!”

Elena let go of her duffle bag and rushed toward the door only to be blocked by Jeremy, a pained expression on his face. Her lips parted in shock.

“I just want you to have peace of mind, Elena,” he said. “I can’t stand back and watch you watch your life pass you by.”

She opened her mouth to argue when Matt appeared and Elena felt another wave of betrayal break over her body. “This is the best thing for you,” she said.

Elena backed away, her eyes brimming with tears.

“If this were me, you know you’d do the same thing,” said Jeremy softly. “Because you did. You wanted to help me. And I just want to do the same.”

Caroline touched Elena’s shoulder, guiding her body so Elena could turn around and face her. She put her hands on either side of Elena’s head. “Look at me,” she said softly. “Look at me, it’s going to be OK. You’re going to be OK.”

Elena sniffled as Caroline focused, her eyes dilating. “You’ve looked for Stefan for six months, you’ve put everything on hold, you’ve shaken every tree, turned over every rock, you’ve searched for him with everything you have and you’ve come up empty.”

Caroline smiled and stroked Elena’s hair. “You can stop now, you can rest. You know Stefan would’ve wanted you to move on with your life, that he would’ve wanted you to find peace and you’re beginning to because you know you’ve done everything you could. You still love him, you will always love him, never forget him but he’s gone. And … … he might not come back. But it’s OK. You did your best and you know that he loves you just as much as you love him.”

A tear dropped down Bonnie’s cheek. “This is wrong.”

“She’ll never know,” said Jeremy.

“I hope not.” Bonnie sighed. “Let’s just all hope that she forgives us if she ever does find out what we did.”

It was the second Senior Prank Night of the year. As per tradition, the juniors got their vengeance on their upperclassmen around homecoming and the seniors retaliated before the holiday break. Elena joined Matt, Caroline, Tyler and Bonnie in sneaking into the school and did her part in crazy-stringing lockers, booby-trapping washrooms and spray-painting walls. She had no joy in it though. She knew she should, she could feel her mind urging her to have fun but all she could do was imitate the feeling for the sake of the people around her. It had been a little over a month since she’d stopped looking for Stefan and it was fine. She was fine. She’d done all she could and it was time to let it go, time to move on, she knew that and yet she couldn’t bring herself to actually feel that.

She still called Damon every week to see if he had any leads. Most times he didn’t pick up, which angered her but she did nothing to force him to talk to her. Because she was done. She loved Stefan but she was done. She had a life to live. And she was living it. As best as she could anyway. Her nights were spent looking out her bedroom window, sometimes she’d cry and sometimes she’d just simmer in her melancholy.

She wasn’t right.

She didn’t know why, but she wasn’t right, she was sad and she was frustrated. With herself. With her friends. With life. It was inexplicable, incomprehensible. Stefan being gone hurt in a way that made sense to her --- everything got her hopes up: if she heard or felt a swish of wind, she hoped it was him speeding up to her. A creak in the house made her wonder if he was coming up the stairs. In class she wondered if he’d just show up and sit next to her, smile the way he always did before opening his notebook. And each time he didn’t show up her heart ached and she could explain that. But she did all she could to bring him back, she did her best --- and it was that. That thinking. It was like an intrusion in her mind, in her heart … it didn’t feel like it belonged to her but she didn’t feel any kind of urgency to refute the thinking, and it was maddening.

Outside of her room, she kept up appearances, played pool in the Grill with Bonnie and Matt, Tyler and Caroline, went to the Timberwolves games, did homework sleepovers, all with a smile on her face because everyone expected her to be happy

a passing frown or an eyebrow furrow was met with intense observation from the rest of the group and they seemed collectively relieved when Elena smiled again. They wanted her to be … better. And so she was. Better. Out there anyway. But at the window, she could feel whatever she was feeling even if it didn’t really make sense to her.

Elena spray painted unintelligible scribbles on the bathroom mirrors when Bonnie walked up to her.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hi,” said Elena, happily surprised. Things had been awkward between them for a few weeks now. Like many things lately, Elena wasn’t quite sure what had happened to put a distance between her and Bonnie but for the past month it was as if Bonnie was afraid of being alone with her and even when they all hung out as a group, Bonnie barely said more than a few words to her.

“You seem to be having fun tonight.”

“Oh yeah,” said Elena, shaking the spray can. “This is, um, this is great.” She nodded her head reassuringly. “Having a blast.”

“Really?” said Bonnie, tilting her head. “You’re really fine, Elena?”

Elena furrowed her eyebrows slightly, searching her best friend’s face.

She opened her mouth to speak when Caroline came in.

“I swear to God it’s like I have to do everything myself. What’s the point of boobytrapping Mr. Clarkson’s office with a bucket of water balloons if you can’t even get the bucket to stay on the door until the morning?”

She stopped when she saw Bonnie and Elena staring at each other. “OK what did I miss?”

Elena shook her head. “Nothing,” she said. She couldn’t tell Bonnie anything anyway, it would ruin everything. “I’m just going to get more crazy string from the car.”

“’Kay,” said Caroline. “Meet me and Bonnie in the gym.”

“Got it.”

She waited for Bonnie and Caroline to leave the bathroom, giving herself a moment with the reality of her feelings before walking out into the hall. She pushed open the double doors and bumped into something solid.

“You’re supposed to be dead. What are we going to do about that?”

“Klaus,” she gasped.

Stefan woke up, a dull ache in his neck. He was momentarily wrongfooted, staring at the ceiling of a truck, until he remembered that Klaus and Rebekah had taken him back to Virginia. To Mystical Falls. To Elena. No. She’d stayed away. She hadn’t tried to find him. He hadn’t called her since his moment of weakness six months ago and every time Damon seemed to be closing in on their trail, she wasn’t with him. She’d moved on. There was no reason for him being back!

“Oh, he lives,” came Rebekah’s sardonic voice.

“What happened?” said Stefan, sitting up.

“You took a beating,” said Rebekah, bored. “My brother’s been breaking your neck all afternoon. Quite the temper.”

Stefan started to stand. “Why did he bring us back to Mystic Falls?”

He can’t know. He can’t know she’s alive, he can’t. Elena had let go dammit!

Rebekah rolled her eyes. “You can stop playing dumb now. It didn’t take him long to figure out what you’ve been hiding.”

Stefan tried to control his panic. “I’m not hiding anything. I’ve done everything Klaus has asked me to.”

“No, you just failed to mention that the doppelganger’s still alive.”

The panic seized Stefan’s heart, his bones. Stefan felt himself begin to tremble with adrenaline. “Where is Klaus now?”

“With any luck, ripping that cow’s bloody head off.”

In an instant, Stefan rushed at Rebekah, forcing her out of the truck and slammed into the pavement. He grabbed her by the shirt. “WHERE IS SHE?”

Rebekah smiled viciously. “You really do love her, don’t you?”

Before Stefan could react, Rebekah sped upward and pushed him against the truck, punching him in the face. She picked up a crowbar, putting its hook behind Stefan’s neck and pulling him toward her so he could see her devious delight.

“Consider me jealous,” she said, and she drove the crowbar through his stomach.

Elena was terrified. Confused. Her mind a whirl as Klaus clasped onto her arm and marched her through the hallways toward the gym. Where Caroline and Bonnie were. She couldn’t bear to lose them too. She tried to resist and pull away in the other direction.

“If you’re going to kill me, just do it!”

Klaus shook his head, laughing. “Not until I know I’m right about the hybrids. But I do have ways of making you suffer.”

They made it to the gym where Caroline and Bonnie are setting up pranks with the basketball nets. Elena’s eyes widened.

“Caroline---”

She couldn’t get the word ‘run’ out before Caroline took Bonnie by the hand and tried to rush toward the exit only to be stopped by Klaus.

“Tsk tsk, now we’re not going to have any of that. Any funny business and I’ll compel you to tear the witch’s heart out of her chest, do you understand?”

Elena shook her head frantically. “No, don’t!” she yelled.

“I don’t believe I was talking to you,” said Klaus to Elena while staring at Caroline. He raised his eyebrows.

“I understand,” said Caroline, through gritted teeth.

“Excellent!”

“Why are you even doing this?” said Elena. “They don’t have anything to do with what’s going on!”

“On the contrary, they’re here to make sure you behave,” said Klaus. “Although I have other reinforcements to ensure such obedience.”

“Other rein---”

And then he came in. Stefan. In the flesh. Elena saw him enter the gym and something inside of her shattered. She clutched her chest and started to cry, sinking to the floor, clutching her head as she heaved.

He wasn’t gone. He was here. Alive. Overwhelming happiness was met with extraordinary shame. Relief clashed with guilt. She wanted to run to him, go to him, touch him and feel him being there, feel him being real, crush him against her body, bury her face in her neck and she wanted, with equal intensity, to run away in embarrassment, not embarrassment, disgrace. She didn’t know how or why but she knew in her bones that she felt like she’d failed him utterly and more than that failed herself because she hadn’t loved him the way she’d known how to, the way he’d loved her. And it was killing her.

“This wasn’t the reunion you were hoping for, I’m sure, Stefan,” said Klaus. He regarded Elena, mildly intrigued.

Stefan’s mouth twitched as he fought the impulse to hold Elena, embrace her in a way that kept her in place, kept her together, but his expression remained impassive.

“Elena means nothing to me anymore. I don’t care what her reaction is to seeing me.”

“You’re not as good a liar as you think you are, I’m afraid,” said Klaus. “Even I find myself somewhat chilled by her response to your presence. It’s oddly … primordial.”

Bonnie looked at Elena, horrified, and then turned to Caroline. “What’s happening?” she said urgently. “Why is she acting like this?”

Caroline shook her head. “I don’t know, I – I made sure, I –”

Klaus clapped his hands together and laughed delightfully. “Oh, now I understand,” he said. He looked to Caroline. “You compelled her.”

At this, Elena’s sobs quietened even though she still gasped to breathe. She turned her shuddering body toward Caroline.

“W-w-hat d-do you mean?” she gulped.

Caroline shook her head. “Elena…”

“You’re new at it,” said Klaus. “So you don’t understand the loopholes. You have to be very specific with compulsion when it comes to erasing emotions and not just things that happen, you know. What did you say?”

Caroline opened her mouth but didn’t answer, her eyes on Elena’s face. “I’m sorry,” she mouthed.

“Come on, love, don’t be shy, share with the rest of the class.”

Caroline sighed, closing her eyes.

Bonnie spoke up. “She told Elena she knew she did her best to find Stefan and that it was time to move on.”

The words were like a punch to the gut for Elena, winding her, putting pieces of her mind, her emotions in place while bringing forth new, fiercer, baser feelings of betrayal and anger and profound sorrow.

“Ah you see that’s what it is,” said Klaus. “You put her at war with herself, she just doesn’t know why. I bet all this time, she’s been inexplicably sad.”

Finally, Caroline spoke. “What do you mean?”

“Well you should’ve simply told her that she tried her best to find Stefan but you told her she knew she did when deep down, she must’ve known that wasn’t true. You couldn’t trick her into believing something she fundamentally didn’t believe when the wording indicates it’s her responsibility to believe it.”

Klaus looked at Stefan, marvelling at the conflict passing over his face, at the relief that the woman he loved more than life itself, the woman he believed loved him with such intense earnestness hadn’t, in fact let him go, and at the gut-wrenching regret that because she hadn’t let him go, she was in danger and would remain in danger.

“They’re quite romantic, you know,” said Klaus. I bet that the hope of finding Stefan alive was what kept Elena going all those months she searched for us.

And you took that away from her. You’ve tortured them in a far more involved way than even I could devise, Caroline, kudos.”

“It wasn’t just Caroline, it was all of us,” said Bonnie quietly.

“All of us?” said Elena, her eyes blazing with an unfamiliar rage.

Bonnie bit her lip. “Me, Care, Jeremy, Matt, Tyler, Damon … we all had to agree, Elena, I am so sorry.”

“We didn’t mean to torture---”

“But you did,” she whispered. “You did and look at where we are.”

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Pieces of People - Part 13

Author: @exquisitley-obsessed

Summary: Vampire y/n returns to Mystic Falls after finding out her friend Stefan Salvatore has gone off the rails with blood, what she doesn’t expect to happen is find out her deep-rooted connections with the Mikaelson family, in particular – Elijah.

Word Count: 4305

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Warnings: Maybe some swearing, mentions of killing briefly

A/N: It’s been a while ahaha, but better late than never. I forgot how much I love this story (and Elijah) thank you so much for bearing with me whilst I took a break - since it has been so long I have a very long chapter here for you. Also, I’m very unsure of where the timeline is in the actual story, I’ve decided to write around the time where Katherine is inhabiting Elena’s body <3 Also I have lost the updated tag list so if you do wish to be tagged if you could just shoot me another message or comment I’ll add you <3

MASTERLIST FOR THIS STORY,

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The sun was gently bleeding behind the trees. An ecstasy of colours left over from the recent storms, mingling and melting as the promise of a new day, new experiences and more healing revealed itself. It had been months now. Months of talking through her problems with Stefan. Following Damon on his adventures. Helping Elena with the possibility of a cure. None of it came easily but, she was healing.

Getting up, y/n found herself stripping off before stepping into the shower. She scrubbed at her skin until it blushed pink and then proceeded to lather herself in the finest creams’ money could buy, a small parting gift from Klaus before he and his family had left for New Orleans. Dressing in pearly towel, she reached out and wiped at the mirror until she could see her damp form peering back at her. Ripper.

The word flashed in her mind, but she wasn’t scared anymore. The people that she had killed may never have the chance to forgive her - but she did. It was clear to her now that once she’s forgiven herself, she could move on.

Moving through the day everything appeared to happen around her, not to her. Damon and Elena were having further problems, she had recently broken up with him for reasons unknown. With both Elena and the Mikaelson family moving away from them, y/n and Damon had become even closer over the past few weeks.

“I wonder what she’s doing,” Damon heaved down next to y/n from where she was quietly reading in front of the fire.

“No, you don’t,” She turned the page.

“But I do,” He dragged his hands across his face, “I know I shouldn’t be thinking about what she’s doing but God turns out she was pretty important to me.”

“Was,” Y/n repeated, turning another page.

“Are you listening to me?” Damon snapped turning around to his friend.

“Mm?” Y/n quipped, her eyes swimming up from her book, “Of course, I’m listening to you Damon.” He eyed her inquisitively for a moment before getting up and, of course, pouring himself a glass of bourbon.

“When was the last time you went out?”

“I don’t want to go out Damon.”

“Yeah you don’t seem to want to do many things nowadays.”

“Is that not allowed?” A beat, he was thinking.

“I’m going to make a deal with you,” He suddenly quipped, sitting down on the coffee table in front of her, “I’m going to stop talking about Elena, I’m going to pick up the pieces of this damn life and try and move on if-”

“If I go outside?” Y/n finished off.

“Damon,” she finally looked up from her book, “You’re allowed to be upset about Elena. Hell, I’ve never seen you like this with a girl, it’s obvious she means something incredibly powerful to you and she’s just broke up with you for seemingly no reason – of course, you’re allowed to talk about her. I want you to talk about it, I’m just sorry that I’m not the most responsive person right now. But you don’t need to make deals with me, talk about Elena all you like - I’ll go on a walk this evening.”

“Okay but be careful,”

“Damon, I’m upset not delirious – I’m still one of the oldest vampires in existence I haven’t forgotten.” Even though y/n couldn’t see it, her eyes now back on her book, Damon was smiling for what felt like the first time in forever.

“That’s my girl…but do watch out. I heard a storm is coming in.”

***

The wind was tormenting. A relentless gale pushing against y/n as she made her way up Mystic Fall’s only waterfall. She was getting dragged this way and that as she moved over stones, knowing well that if she did not have her vampiric strength and balance that she would have most likely fallen to a rocky death by now. She kept climbing, going up and up and up, hoping that once she entered the thicket of trees it would calm.

Damon was right about the storm. Behind her the sky was pulsating warningly, the sun nearing the horizon as night drew in, bleaching the sky gold and red. The further you looked up, colours swirled into grey and black as foreboding clouds settled over the town of Mystic Falls. Thunder boomed.

Pausing for a moment, y/n took it all in. The sky, the wind, the thunder. It would probably rain soon, and she almost hoped for it - there was something about the feeling of drenched clothes that y/n almost longed for in that moment. Suddenly, a flash of silver electrocuted the sky followed quickly by a roaring thunderclap that caused the trees around her to shudder.

And in that moment, a peculiar feeling flooded her, a strange giddiness bubbled in her chest and erupted in her throat as laughter. She felt free, for the first time. Watching the sky explode in front of her, she resonated with it. And then-

“I didn’t want you to see me.” She suddenly spoke into the wind, wondering if it would be carried.

“I understand,” A voice came from behind her, the presence she had felt only a few seconds ago making itself known. She didn’t turn around. Thunder bellowed out over the land once more and this time, it was followed by the beautiful white noise of rain. Y/n watched as a shower descended upon the town, the water illuminated by the sun and turning to gold as it splashed across the roads and roofs. “Let’s find shelter inside,” The voice spoke.

“No,” Y/n still refused to turn away from the sight, “Over there,” She turned to the thicket of trees a little to her left, “We’ll be dry in there.”

***

“I didn’t want you to see me.” She repeated. The wind still pinched at her cheeks.

“I understand.” Elijah repeated after a moment, just a murmur, “But quite frankly, the idea of you trying to get over…this…without me there to help you along…” Elijah’s words shivered into a whisper.

“I know.” Turning her head slightly, y/n drank in the appearance of Elijah and noticed that even with his crisp shirt and dark pants, there was something ruffled about him, something not quite in place. “How have you been?” A smile of disbelief warmed into Elijah’s features.

“Fine,” He responded warmly, moving to the edge of the trees so he could look out across the sky. He remained, however, a fair distance from her. “New Orleans is…just as I remember,”

“How long have you been waiting for me to step outside?” She said softly, not upset or angry at all, almost playful. Elijah chuckled.

“I wanted to see you for another reason, y/n.” Elijah cocked his to the side and smiled ever so gently, ignoring her question.

“Oh yes?”

“Yes,” He moved just a little closer, “I wanted to come here, to forgive you.” The words caught y/n off for a moment, but she stayed silent, “I know that this might seem a little strange for me to say, but I also know you. I know that you didn’t just keep me away because you wanted to deal with this by yourself. I’m guessing you kept me away because you felt guilty for what happened, all those years ago, what we went through. So, I want - I need you to know, that I forgive you. And that although those years were difficult…they were truly, and honestly, the best years of my life. Because in those years, you made eternity feel like it was too a short of a time.” Y/n breathed heavily.

“Thank you but-” She began.

“I also hope you can forgive yourself.” He continued, his eyes going back to the sky. “Now you can remember what happened but, your perception of events was…inaccurate. You are not a monster y/n, I know you want to believe the facts figures but, nothing is that black and white.”

“Elijah,” She interrupted. “I…I am…” She tried to begin but stopped, allowing her eyes to flutter closed for a brief second before-, “I’m a ripper.” She choked out finally, now looking right at him through glassy eyes, “I am the original ripper.”

“Yes,” Elijah spoke clearly after a moment, his hands in his pockets, his stature tall and reassuring. He was talking about a subject that he had had a thousand years to come to terms with – but, was that fair? That he had lived and grown with the details whilst y/n stood before him, drowning in them.

“You knew, and you watched me as I killed…hundreds and thousands of people…and then you continued to fall in love with me.” Elijah’s breath caught in his throat, but he smoothed down the front of his jacket to hide his shaky hands and took a deep breath.

“I know.” He had to be strong. For her, he had to be strong. “I loved you, more than I ever thought it possible to love someone. I cannot even begin to describe how…complicated that time was. I watched you, this flower girl, be dragged into this morbid and destructive life – my life. I felt so protective over you, after all, it was me that ultimately caused you to become what you are.” He turned and rested his fingers on a nearby tree, getting lost in the corridors of his mind.

“Nothing about this life suited you. You could never come to terms with the feeding, the power, the…immortality. It wasn’t you and you couldn’t handle what you saw when you looked in a mirror. On top of that, your entire family was slaughtered. Your mother, father and brother all ripped to pieces by a monster that you were currently travelling around Europe with, of course it was all going to be too much for you, of course you broke.

“When the night of the first killings came around I…” Elijah trailed off, his fingers tapping gently on the wood as he stared blankly ahead of him, “I don’t even know. All of it felt so wrong, yet it made so much sense. You walked through the door. I cleaned you up, took you to bed. I could have almost dealt with that but what I couldn’t deal with was the look on my brothers face. Niklaus – he was, he was looking at you like he had just discovered something wonderful. In you, he saw possibility. He saw a new weapon.

“But at some point, even Klaus realised that he couldn’t control you. It was more that he didn’t know how. Your entire relationship with feeding and blood was a completely different dynamic to ours or anyone else’s we had ever met. You didn’t target people or even want to hurt them, in fact, you made it as quick and painless as possible. Every time you’d come home you were in this sort of daze, you wouldn’t respond to me when I talked to you, you just kind of…sat there. Then you’d wake up the next morning and read the papers, the list of names of those who had been found dead that morning, and you’d be in shock.

“You genuinely did not know what you had done. You were completely and utterly split into two people, yourself…and a ripper. After a while, we stopped telling you about your actions in the night and we just continued to live our lives, moving every few weeks when too many people disappeared. Your burdens became ours. And we gladly accepted them.” Elijah paused, his expression changing. The furrow in his brows unknitted and he looked, softer.

“We fell deeper in love. During the day, when the sun was high in the sky, we’d go sight-seeing across Europe. Find our way into big, lavish parties in the evening and have picnics in the woods the following morning. You began to even warm up to Klaus and he began to warm up to you, a little more than my liking I must say,” A distant smile pulled at his lips, “But you were always mine, and I was yours. Klaus asked for forgiveness for his past actions, and you forgave him. Klaus had changed since knowing you, his heart was more open in a way, and he was utterly and brutally sorry for what he had done to you and your family. You saw the change in him, you were even happy for him. Someone that could forgive Klaus Mikaelson – I thought I had met God in living form.” A chuckle escaped his lips, “You had come to do what I was not yet able to, you had moved on from the past and forgiven, you had allowed both yourself and Niklaus to heal.

“You know a thousand years have passed since we were last together properly, but this entire time I’ve carried you with me. Every time Niklaus wronged me, went against me, put me in a coffin – I thought of you. I thought of the way you forgave him for killing your family, if you could do that…then I could get over family squabbles.”

“But,” y/n calmly interrupted. As good as it sounded, she could not ignore what glared at her in the face. The reason why Elijah had to inform her all this instead of her just knowing it herself. The reason why she had not seen the man she loved for a millennium.

“But…” Elijah continued, “You can only live in ignorance for so long.”

***

“This cannot go on.” Klaus was waiting for Elijah as he walked down the stairs, drink already in hand, “It’s been too long, we aren’t making any progress.”

“Niklaus,” Elijah breathed warningly as he distantly picked up a prong and turned coal pieces over in the fire watching as the flames ate at them greedily.

“He’s right.” Rebekah’s soft voice cut the confrontation short, “He’s right Elijah, we can’t…” Elijah turned around, prong still in hand as he stared at his little sister. Rebekah was taking Klaus’s side.

“You can’t what.” Elijah quipped, returning the prong and taking a step toward his siblings.

“We can’t let this go on Elijah,” Klaus growled out causing Elijah to spin to him, his tone immediately softened, “Elijah…y/n is suffering. Every day she reads that damn newspaper and reads the names of all those she killed and yet she does not even know that it is she who drained them dry.” Klaus went on. “When’s the day finally going to come when we tell her of the murderer she truly is. She can’t live in denial forever brother.”

“So...what are you suggesting,” There was a growl in Elijah’s throat, a warning that they were to be careful what they said next.

“We’re not going to kill her Elijah we’d never do that,” Rebekah shifted from where she stood in the doorway, “No matter what she is our family, always and forever.” Elijah glanced at Klaus who was staring back with steely eyes.

“Always and forever.” He agreed. The three paused in the room, the tension drowning them all. Klaus and Rebekah versus Elijah. Mikaelson vs Mikaelson.

“You’re going to take her away from me,” Elijah murmured, “Aren’t you.”

“Elijah…” Klaus whispered, he had never seen his brother like this before, “You have to understand it is the only way to make her better, we have to give her a fresh start, we have to take it all away, the pain…everything.”

“What if I say no?”

“You won’t,” Rebekah whispered, “Elijah despite everything…you want what’s best for y/n. You love her Elijah. And that girl has given you more love than any of us wretched monsters deserve, she is a blessing. But she is destroying herself every day by being here with us…with you.” Rebekah’s voice wobbled as tears gently spilt down her cheeks. Elijah paused.

“What are you going to do?”

“If all goes to plan. I’m going to go upstairs and wake her up, tell her that we’re heading north…to Newcastle or Middlesbrough, tell her to take all her belongings with her, then place her in the care of some pub owner, then…” Klaus paused and took a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving his sibling, “Then one of us will compel y/n to forget everything.”

“Define everything.”

“We can’t just erase parts of her memory; we can’t tell her to forget this but remember that…not this time. She’s a ripper. This isn’t just an unpleasant memory; it’s interwoven into her entire being. She is a ripper through and through; to get rid of it, we’ll be destroying an entire part of her brain.” Elijah felt sick.

“What Klaus is saying is that to fix this, to stop the slaughtering’s and murders, to kill the ripper in y/n – we have to destroy the heart of the problem.” Rebekah joined in, continuously wiping at her steady flow of tears.

“Which is?” Elijah collapsed onto a chair.

“Her inability to accept what she is. Her entire relationship with blood is completely dysfunctional, if, maybe…she didn’t know how she became like this, that to be who she is today her entire family had to die in front of her, maybe she would be more accepting.”

“So what? You’re going to make her forget that night?”

“We can’t,” Rebekah answered, “We wanted to, that was our original plan but…well we think erasing that specific memory alone would fix her ripper problem but…”

“But there is 50 years’ worth of blood on her hands. You take away the reason why she has no control…she’ll go insane with guilt. She’ll think she killed all those people for sport.” Klaus finished.

“But she doesn’t know she killed those people,” Elijah quipped, “We all know that she wakes up in the morning and is none the wiser of how those people died.

“Elijah…if we make her normal,” Rebekah moved toward him, “If we take away the ripper, we think she’ll begin to remember.”

“What if she doesn’t?”

“What if she does?” Klaus murmured. Silence settled.

“So what?” breathed Elijah, eyes moving slowly between his siblings. “What do we do?”

“Well,” Klaus shared a look with Rebekah, “We have two choices it seems. Do nothing. Allow this to go on, continue moving every few weeks, allow y/n’s list of names to grow. Or we take her up North and leave her there. Make her forget how she became a vampire and she’ll become cured of being a ripper – but, she’ll begin to remember those she killed and believe she killed them for pleasure.”

Elijah rubbed a hand across his mouth, his eyes never leaving his brother.

“And what’s option three.” There was always a third option. Klaus sucked air between his teeth sharply.

“We take her up North and leave her there. Make her forget how she became a vampire and she’ll become cured of being a ripper,” He began, “And then we make her forget the last 50 years.” Elijah’s hands began to shake, “All the killings, all the places we’ve been, every party and picnic…everything, we just wipe it clean. Give her a fresh slate, a completely blank canvas. She’ll know nothing but what she is, her name, and the year she turned.”

“But…” Elijah murmured.

“But…” Rebekah shakily sighed, “It means making her forget about us. To her she’ll have never even have heard of the Mikaelson’s, she wouldn’t even recognise us if we walked by her on the street. You two would be strangers.”

“Strangers,” Elijah repeated.

“Brother look we know this isn’t easy,” Elijah stood and moved to the fire, “But Rebekah and I have been thinking about this for a while. But we won’t go through with it without your consent, we do things as a family, it is all of us or none of us.” Klaus and Rebekah stood tense, staring at their elder brother with curiosity and hope.

Could they understand the torment in Elijah’s mind at that moment? Or even the torment he had been facing this entire time as he read the names in the newspapers, knowing just as well that y/n’s victims were his own, his family’s. He truly believed through and through that y/n was and always will be his soulmate. That even though he knew he had seen her at the worst of her worst, he loved her wholly and completely. He felt more like himself around her than when he was alone, that even though they had half a century to become used to one another, his chest still squeezed with excitement when she kissed his cheek, touched his arm, even so much as glanced in his direction.

But all in all, this made sense. Of course, the only story of Elijah Mikaelson and love would turn out to be a tragedy. Because the moment Klaus and Rebekah told him that everyone was better off if his love did not know who he was, he had already lost her. They didn’t need to ask him for consent, he would have given it no matter the case. Because in many ways he was a fool. Never putting himself first, never allowing himself to be selfish, taking the hurt and the blame in his stride – eventually becoming numb to it with time.

He agreed. Klaus left with y/n within the hour. Elijah couldn’t take it upon himself to look at her. He was many things, but he was never, ever, a liar. He stayed up and watched the fire, practising thinking of nothing, sitting in silence with his sister. Klaus had made it back home before the sun rose, he didn’t say anything, just walked into the room and joined his family.

“I hear France is lovely this time of year,” Rebekah hummed into the silence.

“If we’re lucky we can compel ourselves a boat, be there by tomorrow afternoon.”

They never talked about it. They picked up their things from that apartment in London and left the next morning without a word, it was like they were never there. Life went on, almost as if they themselves had been compelled to forget the past 50 years. They drank and laughed and partied, ran into a few complications here and there but that was it wasn’t it, their little life.

Elijah didn’t go crazy with women, but he didn’t confine to celibacy either. He just continued to live, meddling with a few women here and there. Life moved on as time forces it to, and with time Elijah healed, he grew and learnt, he became the man y/n would have loved him to be. Then again one night, and one night alone, in a sleazy bar in southern Italy in the late 1600s, her name was spoken.

“Elijah,” Rebekah hiccupped as she folded over on top of the bar, her wine glass tilted and resting against her neck, “Do you remember y/n?” Elijah turned to her, a peculiar expression on his face as he himself, was rather drunk.

“Of course, I do,” He said, a lazy smile stretched across his lips.

“Oh,”

“What? Did you expect me to say no?”

“No, no, no,” Rebekah distantly hummed, swinging herself to sit up, “I just…I don’t even know what I expected, we don’t ever talk about her.”

“No,” Elijah mumbled indistinctively, “We don’t.”

“Elijah,” She hiccupped again, “Do you ever think about her?” Elijah grinned widely and looked up, of course his dear sister would decide the best time to delve into the past was in some crappy, overcrowded inn in the roasting heat of southern Italy on a late summer’s night.

“Rebekah, I think about her every single day.”

“Really?” She whispered, barely audible over the chatter and music around them, but that all seemed a million miles away, “Do you miss her?”

“I…” Elijah sighed, “I do. Every day, every place we end up at I can’t help but almost see her there with us. I think about what she would do and say, the places she’d like and the places she’d pretend to like. Sometimes I miss her so much I…I feel it. I feel this…absence within me. And whilst all that is completely true, I also do not miss her.”

“How?” Rebekah choked, her own romantic heart aching.

“Because I believe that she is out there, and that she is happy.” Elijah himself was smiling now at the thought, “Leaving her was…” He trailed off, unable to finish, “But after that, you checked the papers with me – there were no more killings. Nothing. Complete and utter silence. I believe she’s out there, exploring the world in her own way, living her life as a vampire completely guilt-free – which is exactly what I want.”

“Wow,” Rebekah hummed into her glass, smiling at her brother’s own grin, “You still love her, don’t you?” This earned a chuckle from Elijah.

“That girl is the love of my life,” He turned to her, a slightly sad smile painted on his cheeks, “I have absolutely no doubt about it. But maybe I’m just hoping that one day fate will bring us back together. Then again, maybe we are simply destined to spend a lifetime apart. Either way, I am blessed to have been able to love her and to have been loved by her.”

“Oh God, okay, I can’t take any more of this,” Rebekah moaned after a second, snapping upright and stumbling off her seat. “Come on dear brother,” She held her arm out for Elijah which he gladly took with a soft laugh, “I don’t think it’s allowed for immortals to dwell on the past, we’ll go crazy.”

And so, the two siblings stumbled out into the boiling night where their chatter was accompanied by the faint sounds of the sea and cicadas. Ignoring the price of pain they paid for their immortal lives, they walked through the night to their temporary home – both of them knowing in their hearts that they would never speak of y/n ever again.

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lilulo-12fanfiction · 6 years ago

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A Love Worth Waiting For

Stefan x Reader

4 I don’t love you anymore

16 I never meant to hurt you @ thepeomsofalonelygirl

16 and four maybe do one where Damon or Stefan break up with there ex cause they are in love with y/n and the ex tries to hurt y/n and they have to defend them

Stefan rubbed his face with his hands. He wasn’t looking forward to this conversation. He and Amanda has been dating for a while. She had been the first girl he really felt something for after he and Elena had broken up for good. Now he knew he rushed into the relationship.

Y/N had become his best friend. She stood by him through everything. When Klaus forced him to turn off his humanity. She helped bring him out of it. She had been there after he had gotten out of the safe Silas locked him in, through his memory loss and PTSD. She had glued him back together. It had taken him so long to realize how in love he was with her. He didn’t want to waste any more time not being with her. And it wasn’t fair to Amanda to stay with her if he wasn’t all in. Even if Y/N shot him down, he could not stay with someone he couldn’t give all of himself to. Stefan has been agonizing for days on how to breakup with Amanda. As a human, she had a quick temper. As a Vampire, she could become volatile. He was afraid she’d go on a nasty bender. He didn’t really want to have to lock his ex in the basement.

“Yo Stef, Amanda is downstairs.” Damon’s head popped in his doorway. Stefan took a deep breath trying to calm himself. Damon chuckled as Stefan crossed his path and clapped him on the back of the shoulder. Stefan shot him a withering glare as he headed down to talk to Amanda.

This break up had turned into a nightmare, not that Stefan expected it to be fun, but this was ridiculous. Amanda was hysterical.

“I never meant to hurt you Amanda. I just rushed into this relationship. It’s not a good fit, not like I thought it was.”

“But I love you and I thought that you loved me!” Her sobbing was starting to turn to anger.

“I’m sorry...I don’t love you anymore. I honestly don’t know if I ever did.” Amanda stood up and slapped Stefan in the face.

“So you used me to get over your Elena bullshit?! There is someone else isn’t there? Who is it?That disgustingly good witch Y/N? I didn’t think you could get worse than Elena but here we are.”

“There is NOT anyone else. It’s this, all of this. How you fly off the handle when you don’t get your own way. The way you use innocent people. Your disregard for the people I care about! I didn’t use you; you hid the real you and slowly let it out.” Amanda was livid as she stormed out of the boarding house. Stefan sat on the couch with his head in his hands.

“Well that sounded fun.” Damon strolled down the stairs as soon as the door shut.

“Shut up Damon.” Stefan groaned.

“I mean she made a good point about Y/N. You do look at her with heart eyes.”

“SHUT UP Damon.” Damon held his hands up in surrender.

“Okay brother. But expect an I told you so when you figure it out” Damon wore his signature smirk as he sauntered up the stairs.

You were exhausted. You had spent the day trying some new spells. Elijah had taken some photos of spells from Esther’s grimoire that he thought you would like to have in your arsenal. Despite his blind devotion to Klaus, he had been a good friend to you. He was a great sounding board and you still consulted him for advice when you needed to talk to someone. He would take your secrets to his unlikely grave.

Your continuing dilemma was your feelings for Stefan. You’d had them for a while, but he had been untouchable. First because he was in love with Elena. Then because life exploded and he had been locked away by Silas. His heart and mind needed mending. You were terrified of loosing your best friend on top of everything. There had always been a crisis that stopped you from confessing. When you had finally gathered the courage to tell him, you had found him with Amanda. Now here you were trying to figure out how to move on and get over your feelings for him without loosing your friendship. Elijah thought you should tell him anyways. You couldn’t talk to anyone else about it. They would tell him. You had tried dating other guys. Your most recent attempts were a couple of hookups with a guy you met at the grill. Someone who didn’t know you or your friends so it was easy. The best thing to distract you, however, were complicated spells and Elijah had a plethora of them at his fingertips. The practice wore you out and weakened you,which allowed you to sleep. The euphoria after mastering them was the best high you knew. Today you had over done it. You were currently cleaning up the dried blood that had dripped from your nose onto the hardwood floor. Stefan hated when you pushed yourself this hard. It was better to have someone with you when you went this hard, but today, you needed for it to be just you. After you cleaned up you took the print outs of the spells and put them in the safe you had in the back of your closet. In the wrong hands, those spells could do some real damage to innocent people.

You took a deep breath and went into your bathroom to fill up your claw foot tub with water as hot as you could stand it and poured in some of the fancy bath salts Caroline had gotten you for your birthday. You turned off the hot water and placed a folded towel on the counter. Your feet padded against the hardwood floor of your apartment. Like Elena, you were an orphan. Your mother had died when you were a little girl. You were so young you barely remembered her. The one thing you couldn’t ever forget was the sweet smell of her perfume. Your father had died the summer Stefan had been locked in the safe. You had felt completely alone and you were so consumed by your grief you didn’t realize he was missing. Once he came back and his memories returned after being linked to Silas the two of you helped each other. You both were broken and you put eachother’s pieces back together. You had thought at that point something would happen between the two of you, but then he met Amanda. Here you were again, all alone. You pulled a bottle of Riesling out of your fridge. As you grabbed your corkscrew you heard a noise behind you. You slowly turned and were surprised to see Amanda staring at you clad in a pair of panties and a tank top.

“Amanda. What...what are you doing here?” Y/E/C eyes were wide with concern. The two of you weren’t friends. You were pretty sure she hated you and your friendship with Stefan. You weren’t particularly fond of her and the dramashe came with so you kept your distance.

“You know...I was always suspicious of you and your obsession with Stefan” you held your hand up to stop her.

“I’m not obsessed with Stefan. He’s my best friend. We’ve been through a lot.”

“Don’t interrupt, it’s rude.” The veins around Amanda’s eyes had darkened. You swallowed. Now was not the time for you to have a confrontation with her. You wouldn’t be able to do any spells to stop her. You had almost lost consciousness earlier.

“Where was I? Oh yes, your unhealthy attachment to Stefan.” She took a step towards you and unfortunately you had no place to go. “I didn’t realize how dangerous it was. I figured if you and Stefan hadn’t gotten together by now I was in the clear. But how wrong I was.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Stefan broke up with me. Apparently he stopped loving me. Or maybe he never really did. I can’t help but feel it’s because of you. Now, once I remove you from the picture and Stefan gets over his grief, I’ll win him back. Just for good measure I may take Elena out as well. Just in case she changes her mind again.” Amanda tried to lunge at you but you’re able to gather the strength to cast a spell to stop her. You’re fighting to hold her off but you feel yourself weakening and the blood dripping from your nose. You know that you’ll soon be unconscious and won’t be able to defend yourself. You’ll be dead and you won’t get to say goodbye to the people you love. You won’t get to tell Stefan how you feel. You won’t get to live a full life. You’ll be dead. You drop your hands and slowly fall to the floor.

Your eyelids feel like they’re lined with lead and you can only hear chaos. You can’t make out any distinct noises, everything is jumbled other than the slight ringing in your ears. You slowly fight to open your eyes and you know you’re in the Salvatore boarding house by the decor of the room. It’s either barely morning or barely night by the look of the natural light flooding the room. You lay there confused for a moment and then your memory comes back. Amanda. Certainly she didn’t spare you. Was this your heaven? Your afterlife? You try to sit up and groan. Your head is throbbing. Were you alive? If you were dead there would be no pain. Certainly Amanda didn’t spare you.

“Oh thank God you’re awake.” Damon’s voice was loud. He watched you grimace. “Yeah I’m not surprised that you have a headache.”

“Damon...what happened?” He sauntered over and sat on the edge of the bed. “Well Sugar Plum. Stefan finally broke up with Amanda. She apparently blamed you. She attacked you after you passed out. LuckilyStefan and I decided to check on you. Amanda is dead. I ripped her head off. Stefan is pissed at you though.” You took a moment to absorb what Damon had told you. “Wait- why is he mad at me?!” “Because you spent so much energy practicing Mama Klaus’ spells. You weakened yourself. If you hadn’t she would’ve been no match for you.” “I was in my own house by myself. I shouldn’t have to worry about some crazy bitch was going to try and eat me.” Before Damon could respond Stefan walked back into the room. Seeing that you were conscious he rushed to your side.

“Y/N...you’re awake. You’re okay. What were you thinking trying all of those spells on your own?!” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m going to just see myself out..” Damon quickly fled before the two of you got into it.

“Stefan. I can do any spell I want to do. Practice anything I want to do without your permission. I was in my own house. I was going to take a bath and go to bed. I would have been FINE if that psycho hadn’t broken into my house” you huffed.

“Elijah said you were practicing complex spells to distract yourself but he wouldn’t tell me from what.”

“Because it’s not his business to tell you. If I wanted you to know I would have told you myself.” Your words visibly stung him. You were going to kill Elijah. This was his way of trying to push you to tell Stefan.

“Y/N...I...I’m so...I’m sorry Amanda did that to you. She took her anger at me out on you or she was trying to hurt me by hurting you.”

“No. Stefan, no. She blamed me for your break up and decided that she could win you back if I was gone.”

“I never told her I was breaking up with her for you.”

“She said I was obsessed with you. If anything I’ve pulled away since the two of you started dating.”

“I know. Why is that Y/N?” You swallowed.

“Because you loved her and she hated me.”

“I didn’t love her. I made myself think I did, but I didn’t. You should have known that. You would have if you hadn’t pulled back.”

“Sooooo it’s MY fault you stayed with her?”

“What?! No! That’s not what I meant.” Stefan watched you pinch the bridge of your nose. “Why are things so difficult between us? What changed?” You sighed deeply.

“I changed.” You confessed. Clearly things were already ruined. There was no reason to hold back anymore.

“What does that mean, you changed?” Stefan had taken your hand.

“My feelings. My feelings for you changed. I starting feeling more than friendship for you but you were with Elena and then you weren’t but I didn’t want to be a rebound. And then Amanda came along and I’m not the type to break up a relationship. So I pulled back because it hurt too much not to. I’m in love with you. And I know that changes everything and I don’t even know if we can still be friends-“ before you could finish your ramble you felt Stefan’s lips against yours and his hands roaming your torso. When he finally pulled away he rested his forehead against yours.

“I never should have been with Amanda. It’s you. It’s always been you. I’m so in love with you. I think I always have been. Even with Elena I knew I should have been with you. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it. And I’m sorry that it got you hurt.” You could feel the tears in yours eyes as you cupped his face and kissed him again. You knew in that moment everything would work out.

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moderately-competent-bird · 6 years ago

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Ruffled Feathers

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Caroline Forbes

Note: I posted this first on ao3 and people seemed to like it, and I’ve never posted fanfic on tumblr before so here’s my first shot at that. Pointless klaroline drabble/fluff

Caroline was so busy. She was always busy. She threw herself completely into every project and the party tomorrow was no exception. Everything needed to be perfect. No, those floral arrangements were all wrong. The streamers needed to be a lighter shade of pink. The playlist should be this exact order. There was no time for distractions.

Elena and Bonnie were no help. Elena had broken up with Damon out of nowhere and she had been acting so strange, and Bonnie was busy being a supernatural anchor to the other side…or something. So she’d been left with these…replacements as her helpers and they were dreadful. Sure, Elena and Bonnie didn’t care quite as much as Caroline did but they at least listened to her. Everyone knew she was always right. About everything. Becoming a vampire had only enhanced her obsession with perfection. Now she could spot flaws and tiny details from a mile away.

She paced back and forth with her clipboard, barking orders and sighing with disdain at her less-than-stellar set up crew. It was fine though. Between this and the coursework with college, it was a good distraction from all the other drama. Especially her breakup with Tyler.

“Well, this is quite the operation.” A familiar voice said behind her. She spun around. She was surprised and flustered to see the one and only Niklaus Mikaelson standing before her. He offered a smile.

She regained her composure, refusing let to him make her feel like a lovesick little girl. She refused to return said smile. “And what are you doing here, exactly? What happened to leaving and never coming back?”

Unperturbed, he chuckled, “Come on, love. You can’t honestly say you didn’t miss me a little bit.”

She did. Every single day. Sometimes she would stare at his name in her phone at night, and try to find the nerve to call. Or even text. Something. But she had already admitted that they had a connection and right now…well, she couldn’t do more than that. She’d gone too far with Klaus already.

“I’m incredibly busy right now, Klaus. This formal isn’t going to plan itself, trust me. Can’t you find someone else to bother?”

“Oh, but that’s why I’m here! Someone needs to save these poor souls from your wrath.”

She snorted. “Oh really?”

“Naturally! I, the knight in shining armor, am willing to save these innocents from the great and powerful Caroline Forbes. A force to be reckoned with, sure, but I’m up to the challenge.” Caroline was fighting awfully hard to keep the smile off her face as if he went on, “So what’ll it be? Coffee? Maybe a couple of drinks? Or do you fancy another walk in the woods?”

She had to turn away from that mischievous look on his face before she lost her resolve completely.

“If I leave, this entire thing will fall apart.” She said, still facing away from him.

“Your dedication is admirable. I can’t wait to see what you do when you’re not wasting your time on…small town college events.”

She rolled her eyes. “I know it doesn’t matter to you, Mr. Thousand-Year-Old King-Of-Vampires or whatever, but it matters to me. This is what I’m good at. If you’ll excuse me, I will now be getting back to what I’m good at.”

She started to walk away and he reached out and grabbed her hand. “One drink. That’s all. You still have until tomorrow to get everything done. And I firmly believe it’s all already done and you’re just trying to keep yourself distracted. Let me be a distraction.”

She wanted to say no. She wanted to confidently jerk her hand away and get back to the task at hand. But she made the fatal mistake of looking back at his face as he spoke, and her resolve began to crumple.

“One drink.”

Some time later, and several drinks later, they were still seated at the bar. What started as polite conversation to try and appease Klaus, turned into Caroline finding herself unable to just shut up. She couldn’t help lamenting to Klaus about all the crazy things that had happened.

“Sorry. I’m a mess.” She laughed, wiping a couple of tears away, “All this stuff lately almost makes me miss when our biggest problem was a family of super-old murderous vampires.”

Klaus raised an eyebrow in amusement and she realized what had just come out of her mouth.

“Oh, that was super rude.” She said, and giggled in spite of herself.

“Not entirely untrue.” He laughed. She couldn’t help giggling again, and decided she’d definitely had too much to drink. This would be a good time to call it a night, say her goodbyes and return to normal life.

She did not do that.

They kept talking late into the night, about more serious things. Her ambitions in life, her dreams, and the places she wanted to see. He asked the hard questions too. Like what would she do in a few years when people began to wonder why she didn’t seem to age? What would she do to start over time and time again?

She didn’t particularly like these questions, but no one else ever brought it up. Like they were afraid they might accidentally break her if they questioned her.

Last call came, and she didn’t really want this night to end. It appeared Klaus felt much the same way.

“My hotel is actually right around the corner.” He mentioned.

“Oh, someone’s confident.” She smirked. She would say no. She had to say no. She could not let herself fall victim to his allure yet again. She was done being tempted by darkness.

“Not at all, love. I’m only suggesting that your campus is quite a bit of a walk, and it’s late.” As if Caroline were going to forget her vampire speed and strength, “I was only offering a place for you to lay your head for the night.”

“Right.”

“Anything else you do is entirely up to you.” There was that devilish gleam in his eye again. She hated and obsessed over that gleam.

“I’ll walk you back to your hotel.” She said with a smile, “You have so many enemies, you know. You can never be too careful.”

“How gracious of you.” He grinned back. And they walked together to his hotel, and eventually ended up right outside his room. This was the moment she needed to leave. Or really, she needed to leave about a dozen times before that, but this was the moment.

“Well…I should…go.” She said awkwardly.

“As you wish. Thank you for a wonderful evening, Caroline Forbes.” He kissed her hand. She blushed, feeling butterflies yet again that evening. And then she started to walk away, and kept expecting him to stop her. Surely any moment, he would use his vampire speed to dash in front of her, block her path, and kiss her passionately. But he didn’t.

He steps slowed, until she came to a stop. She whirled around and placed a hand on her hip, weirdly annoyed with him now. “Okay, what the hell?” she asked.

He was still standing outside his hotel room, leaned casually against the wall like he was waiting for this. Oh, how she hated him sometimes.

“Whatever do you mean, my dear?” he asked innocently. In an instant, she was back in front of him, just inches away. She looked into his eyes, and let her gaze trail down to his lips. She’d fought valiantly against her desires, and it was infuriating that he was acting the perfect gentleman. He liked so much to ruffle those perfect feathers, and she’d grown to expect it. This act tonight was entirely unfair.

She captured his lips with hers, and he wasted no time pulling her close. A deep growl emitted from his throat as he pressed her against him, possessively. He’d clearly been holding back as much as she had up until that moment. Before she knew it, they had gone into the room and crashed on to the bed, suddenly desperate to be as close as they possibly could be. She didn’t know who’d started removing clothes first. That didn’t really matter. Maybe having her feathers ruffled was just exactly what she needed.

Caroline Forbes woke the next morning in the hotel bed, alone. She looked around the room and realized there was no sign of Klaus anywhere. He’d packed up and left. She was a little bit glad for it, because she had no idea what she would have said to him anyway or how she could be expected to tear herself away and go back to normal life.

She found a note on the nightstand, addressed to her in that elegant handwriting she recognized straight away.

Dearest Caroline,

Thank you again, for a lovely evening. You are a rarity. I’m afraid matters in New Orleans require my immediate attention, so I have to bid you farewell…for now.

Let me know if you should decide to put your many talents to good use in New Orleans, with me. It would be an honor to rule my city with you at my side.

Always,

Niklaus Mikaelson

She tucked the letter away in her purse, and later she stashed it at the back of a drawer in her dresser, underneath a pile of clothes. She only pulled it back out and re-read it…oh, on an almost nightly basis.

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thevampirediariesdiary · 6 years ago

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1.18 Under Control

Who’s ready for some overdue musings about self-mastery? I hope it’s you, because this episode is almost as preachy and heavy-handed as I am.

Stefan is in a self-imposed detox, which seems to involve 1) not going to school, 2) listening to loud music, and 3) exercising. Given what we've seen so far of vampire biology, I think he should also be consuming TONS of caffeine to get his bloodflow moving, and then drinking lots of animal blood to force the people blood out of his system, but hey, what do I know. Damon doesn’t think much of Stefan’s strategy either, but because he says it’s “not natural”: “There’s nothing wrong with partaking in a healthy diet of human blood from a blood bank, you’re not actually killing anyone.” “I have my reasons,” Stefan answers. When Damon prompts him, he only says, “You’re really enjoying this, watching me...struggle.” While gesturing precisely with his gratuitous arms.

Damon rolls his eyes up to the ceiling in mock delight: “Very much so.” “I hate to break it to you, Damon,” Stefan says, “but I actually have it under complete control.” Damon fakes surprise; “You do? Then you should carry on making the rest of us vampires look bad. You have a good day, Stefan.” And he wanders out, conveniently leaving his glass of blood, towards which Stefan inches before Damon swoops back in and grabs it, apologizing profusely and insincerely. He takes a drink, says “mmm” in that irritating way that only a brother can.

Idiots, both of you.

Uncle John is in town! “I don’t really like that guy,” Matt tells Elena. “Who does,” she answers. And at the founders council meeting, Liz tells Damon, “His name is John but I call him jackass.” It’s unclear what all these people (other than Jenna, who’s well within her rights) have against John. He’s definitely a slimeball, but no more so than any other male non-Alaric adult in Mystic Falls.

Alaric pulls Elena aside and shows her Jeremy’s vampire paper, then asks her how she deals with all the secrets. She says it’s not safe for the people she loves to know the truth. “I think Stefan’s a good guy,” says Alaric, “but at the end of the day, he’s still a vampire.” “I know it’s hard to understand, but Stefan’s different,” Elena answers. But it’s exactly this sentiment that will become impossible for her to hold onto - that Stefan is a cuddly vampire, a care bear with fangs. He can be different inasmuch as he’s Stefan - moral and thoughtful and protective - and have Alaric’s point still stand: he’s a good guy, but he is a vampire.

After Stefan tells her that he’s doing a lot better after his couple days letting his body readjust, and that he’s fine, they make out on her bed. Stefan starts to vamp out and flings himself across the room, breaking a lamp and scaring them both. So after he leaves, Elena calls in the big guns: “Oh good, you’re here.” “You ask, I come,” Damon tells her. “I’m easy like that.” She gestures for quiet and nods to where Jeremy is eating in the next room. Damon raises his voice and declaims: “No, Elena, I will not go to your bedroom with you!” Jeremy just rolls his eyes. Given that Anna never told him that the Salvatores are vampires or that Elena is in the know, I really wonder what he thinks is going on in his sister’s life. Any way you look at it, it’s pretty clear things are too complicated for comfort.

Elena does, indeed, bring Damon into her bedroom. “Ahhh, just like I remembered,” Damon says. “Stop messing around,” says Elena, not knowing that he has, in fact, been in there before, watchin’ her sleep and touchin’ her face. He flops onto her bed and starts playing with her teddy bear, using one of its little arms to point at the Stefan-makeout-caused destruction.

“Look, Damon, I’m worried about Stefan,” she confesses. “He says everything’s okay but he’s clearly struggling. How long is it going to take before he’s back to normal?” Damon, to whom Stefan refused to answer just this question only that morning, guesses, “Two days, give or take?” “It’s been a few days,” Elena says. “Give then, I dunno. What’s the big deal?” says Damon, popping off the bed and wandering around. “He’s not himself, Damon,” Elena says. “Well, maybe the problem is he’s spent too long not being himself,” Damon says, then, after fishing a bra out of Elena’s drawer, “Ooooh.” She snatches it away from him, says seriously, “Please don’t make me sorry for asking you.” “It is what it is, Elena,” Damon answers, now stealing a photo from her mirror frame. “The Stefan you know is good behavior Stefan. Reign it in Stefan. Fight against his nature to an annoyingly obsessive level...Stefan. But if you think there’s not another part to this, then you have not been paying attention.” She steps in (unnecessarily?) close, takes her picture back.

“He’s not you,” Elena tells him, turning away, “not even close.” “Well he doesn’t wanna be me,” Damon counters, “that doesn’t mean deep down that he’s not.” He steps into her space like she did his, adds thoughtfully, “mmhmm.” If Elena was looking for someone to keep Stefan on what has previously been the straight and narrow, she’s clearly barked up the wrong tree.

Elena goes for a walk with Jeremy and tells him she’s adopted, then they both lie about vampires.

The founders kick-off party arrives, and Stefan is already half-toasted, having cracked into the Salvatore whiskey. “How you feeling?” Damon asks him, with what actually appears to be genuine albeit veiled concern. “I’m good, I’m fine,” Stefan says. “We are who we are, Stefan,” Damon says, “pretending doesn’t change that.” “Nothing would make you happier than to see me give in, huh, Damon?” Stefan says. Damon answers lightly: “Whatever, it’s inevitable.” They both grin insincerely.

It seems to me that Damon doesn’t exactly want to see his brother fail, but he knows the way of life Stefan is stubbornly pursuing is untenable. And particularly so because Stefan insists on staying in a town full of tomb vampires who hate him, and also has a fragile human girlfriend he needs to protect. As Damon mentioned earlier, they can’t do anything about their current predicament unless Stefan is at full strength.

Stefan finds the bar, and also Elena, who immediately recognizes him as drunk when he greets her with an uncomfortably loud cheek kiss. “You’re totally that drunk high school guy at the party sneaking booze,” Elena teases. “I totally am, yeah,” Stefan admits, then suggests that they enjoy it while it lasts, and asks her to dance. “You hate dancing, I usually have to beg you,” Elena says, somewhat in shock. “No no no,” says Stefan, “you have to beg the sober me. The drunk me there’s no begging necessary.” And he wanders off to compel them some better music. I don’t want to beat the dead horse of this symbolism or anything, but this isn’t a super great sign. He’s happy to dance with Elena while drunk and openly reluctant while sober; this is what we call inhibitions. Some inhibitions are healthy, like not picking fights with strangers, and some are not healthy...like being too stiff to dance with your girlfriend. But if Stefan’s “control” is analogous to his sobriety - and that’s the way the episode sets them up for us - then we’re being told that he has too much control, he’s too inhibited - his control is keeping him from things which he should be able to just enjoy.

Damon and Elena watch Stefan dancing with Kelley Donovan. “Is he gonna be okay?” Elena asks. “Eventually,” Damon says. “...one way or another.”

Everybody mingles. Alaric and Jenna get a drink, Matt and Elena dance, Damon makes Liz laugh by telling her she looks smashing.

Elena agrees to dance with her alcoholic vampire boyfriend, who promptly spins her into a surly man who insults her. (Honestly, I think the guy is just embarrassed that no one will dance with him; he’s clearly alone on the dance floor.) Stefan defends Elena’s honor by physically manhandling the guy and then compelling him to apologize - twice. Again: if this is Stefan without inhibitions, I don’t like what’s going on in that boy’s head. You strip away the outer layers of control, and what do you find underneath? More control - but this time, the impulse to control others. And since Elena was never actually in danger, and appeared perfectly willing to let the verbal slight go, this looks like it’s more about Stefan’s possessiveness than it is about genuinely protecting her.

And just like before, Elena takes her worry about Stefan straight to Damon: “Have you noticed what you’re brother’s been up to?” “Nope,” says Damon, “been too preoccupied with yours.” He proceeds to do a pretty funny impression of Jeremy, who’s been asking questions about Vicki’s death and burial which Damon doesn’t want answered, seeing as he’s the one who buried her. But Elena says not to compel him - “I won’t do that to him again; I’ll handle it.” “Okay,” says Damon, plucking a red rose from the arrangement on the bar and smelling it. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He hands her the rose, they make eye contact.

What. The. Heck. Are. You. Doing?? Elena????

Tyler and Kelley...make friends. Euurgh. John tells Damon he knows he was the one who let all the tomb vampires out - and he shouldn’t even know there was a tomb. Damon snaps his neck and throws him off the balcony. Elena tracks down Jeremy and tries to comfort him about Vicki, but her terrible lying skills finally bite her in the behind and he gets suspicious that she knows something. Matt finds his best friend making out with his mom (euuuurghhhhhhh) and they fight, so Stefan finds himself at a party with a lot of bleeding people and has to make a hasty exit, but not before he gets Kelley’s blood on his hand.

John walks back in to the party, perfectly alive, and makes a speech about protecting Mystic Falls. Damon sidles up to Alaric and points out John’s ring - and the likely connection to Isobel means that suddenly, these two are on the same team again. They follow John outside, and John mostly just...shows off about how much he knows. For instance, he was the one who sent Isobel to Damon, not Katherine. And he’s not happy that Isobel gave his ring to “another guy”. (This means that Alaric and John have both slept with Isobel and also with Jenna. This is weird, and I don’t like it. Jenna, stay away from Damon!!)

Jeremy gets back to the house early, and reads Elena’s diary.

Stefan, who licked Kelley’s blood off his fingers, got into another altercation with surly dance-floor guy, and then vamped himself away from the party when he heard Elena, pops into Elena’s bedroom and finally admits that he’s not okay. But he’s only telling her because he promised not to keep things from her; “I don’t want you to see me like this, I don’t want you to know that this side of me exists.” This is basically a verbal admission of everything I’ve been saying makes me uncomfortable about the season 1 Stefan/Elena relationship - this side of him does exist, and he knows that, but he would rather Elena doesn’t. Like the priest said at my sister’s wedding five days ago, your instincts may tell you to hide broken parts of yourself from the person you love, but you gotta give it all. That’s the only way love can be real. Elena tries to comfort him, he squirms away and says he’s afraid of what he could do to her. She stares at him, and then says, “I’m not.” She steps forward, takes his face in her hands, repeats, “Stefan, I’m not.” She kisses him. He breaks down. “I love you so much,” he says. “I love you too,” she says, but, at last, she looks like she understands what the stakes are.

I’m of two minds about this interaction. On the one hand, like last episode, it feels very Twilight, and so that puts me on edge. All of us who were a part of that original Problematic Ship Discourse will remember that this kind of relationship - where a person tells his partner that he’s dangerous so that the partner has to insist that she’s strong enough to love him anyway, that she’s not afraid - is pretty textbook abusive. It sets up the dynamic so that the partner’s role is precisely to love in-spite-of-x, which then makes it difficult for her to draw the line anywhere, to define any “x” which she’s not willing to put up with. I’ve lived through this to a small extent, and can confirm that it is a lot of pressure and that it Sucks, and so there is a real danger in over-romanticizing this kind of dynamic.

And yet, on the other hand, unlike in Twilight where the Cullen family’s animal-blood-only diet is presented straightforwardly as the only moral choice, TVD will eventually come pretty firmly down on the side of vampires fittingly drinking human blood as part of their nature. So the thing Stefan is struggling with here isn’t, within the show’s own framework, an uncomplicated temptation to do evil. He’s been presented with an opportunity to actually walk the thin line, to learn how to interact with basic vampire goods in a proportionate way, rather than his previous strategy of Puritanical wholesale rejection. So his struggle here, with which Elena offers to help him, is actually bringing him closer to an integrated way of being. Looked at this way, Elena’s statement that she’s not afraid could be read as saying that she finally sees this part of him that he’s so disgusted by, but she sees a possibility that he could be whole and still lovable. I’ll have to see where it goes from here.

Damon does some cinematic brooding.

He hypothesizes that this time the need is too strong because it’s been so many years since Stefan last drank, and goes to bed, leaving his glass of blood on the side table. Stefan, who didn’t speak a word in the whole interaction, but was non-verbally begging for some kind of help from his big brother, drinks.

Music Moments: Katy Perry’s “Use Your Love” plays while Stefan spins Elena and gets into a fight. And Paramore’s “Brick By Boring Brick” plays during Elena and Damon’s conversation at the bar with the rose.

Eyebrow Watch: his reaction to Liz saying she had her doubts about him at first

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#rewatch #1.18 #under control #tvd

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notgoingtohappen · 7 years ago

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Revenge, Interrupted (Part 23)

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Caroline was right.

Something had changed between her and Stefan. It was almost imperceptible; they still got along fine, they still spent the usual relationship-worthy amount of time together. Their friends wouldn’t notice, but when they were alone…

It wasn’t just her hypersensitivity. Since returning from the cabin, this entire week they had been more reserved, less talkative, more distant.

She was sitting on the couch with Elena, trying to listen to her relationship problems, but couldn’t stop her mind from wandering to Stefan.

“–and sometimes, I just want to strangle him! But then… that’s kinda hot, don’t you think? Caroline? Care!”

Caroline started.

“I knew it. Chewing your lip and staring into the distance, the sure sign you’re not listening. Not everyone’s relationship can be perfect! I told Nadia she was dead wrong, it’s Delena that’s in trouble.”

“I’m sorry, Elena. Wait, what?”

“Oh you know, our couple name. Damon and Elena, Delena.”

“No, um, the Nadia thing.”

“Nothing, she just said she got super weird vibes from you at the cabin. Asked me if you’d broken up. Something about Liam being interested in you.”

“No, of course, we’re fine…”

“That’s what I said.”

Bonnie walked in from her room and collapsed onto the couch. “What up, ladies?”

“Nothing, I just think my relationship is dead!” Elena cried dramatically and buried her face in a cushion.

Bonnie exchanged a look with Caroline. Oh boy.

“As for me, I am nervous,” Caroline added.

“Oh right, about your job tomorrow. Don’t stress, babe! You’re perfect for the job”

Caroline sighed. “I know. I just… am gonna obsess over it anyway.”

Bonnie looked around mournfully. “As long as we’re having a pity party, I’m terrified I’ll do something wrong and it’ll mess up a whole class of children and stay with them for the rest of their lives.”

“You are gonna be the best teacher they’ll ever have their whole damn lives, Bonnie Bennett.”

Elena extended an arm without raising her head and hugged Bonnie as she scooted into it.

“Are you guys sick or something?” Came a voice from above them a few minutes later.

The girls looked up wearily to find Stefan Salvatore standing there awkwardly.

“Oh look, it’s the brother. The perfect boyfriend. Blech.” Elena muttered.

“Excuse me?”

“Hey, Stefan! What did you think of your elementary school teacher? Any lasting impressions she made on you? Or any traumas associated with first grade you can recall?”

“Uh…”

Caroline had to save the poor guy. Hauling herself up, she moved to hug him, but he moved to kiss her cheek and it resulted in a really awkward dance that left her best friends snickering.

They were painfully out of sync.

“I’m uh, cooking you dinner. Because of tomorrow.” Stefan announced.

Caroline was touched. “Aw, thank you!”

Moments like these, it hurt to remember none of this was real. To see what they could have for real, but didn’t.

She followed him across the hall and to the Salvatore loft and perched on the kitchen counter, finding it had become an all too familiar spot.

Enzo and Damon greeted her distractedly from the TV and continued gaming. Stefan put some music on his phone to drown the sounds of virtual shooting out and Caroline watched him cook.

Nothing could drown out the memories of the rave from her mind. That night had been mind-blowing. It was an unfair joke on the universe’s part that what she’d told the girls a few days ago turned out to be so completely true: Stefan was the best sex she’d ever had. He made her feel things no other guys had, so easily it seemed almost too natural. Caroline couldn’t get it out of her head for too long, no matter how hard she tried.

She was over being mad at herself for it, though. Now she just had to focus on acting normal with Stefan. On both sides; alone and in front of the others.

It was going to be over soon, she kept telling herself. She wasn’t sure the thought brought more relief or heartache.

“How cheesy do you want the pasta?” Stefan asked.

“Did you say pasta, mate?” Came Enzo’s voice.

“Yeah, but I only made enough sauce for two. Sorry.” Stefan called back.

“Ugh. Pause the game, Enzo, I’m going to order some pizza.” Damon stalked into view holding his phone to his ear, glaring at Stefan.

“Chill out, Damon. He’s just being a good boyfriend” Caroline playfully raised her leg to stop Stefan when he passed by her. He turned to her with an easy smile and she rested her arms on his shoulders, nudging him closer to the counter with her legs. His hands moved to rest on her waist and he kissed her forehead gently.

She swallowed. She was expecting a normal kiss, and this threw her.

Fortunately, Damon and his grumbling came to the rescue.

“Do you two really need to flaunt your perfect relationship in our faces all the time? Some of us have actual problems, you know. I could throw up. Enzo, tell Steffy I could actually throw up.”

Enzo came into view and grabbed a bit of cheese. “Sorry, guys. I think he’s having some relationship problems with El–”

“Shut up, Lorenzo!”

Enzo raised his hands in defeat and swirled a finger near his ear, signalling that Damon had lost it.

Well. Caroline could have predicted that the day they met.

“I blame you four for setting such annoyingly high relationship standards that Elena gets mad at me for everything.”

“Just go talk to each other maybe?” She suggested.

“We just end up having sex,” Damon said glumly.

Stefan pursed his lips with a look that was a mixture of both disinterest and defeat and then went back to cooking.

“Extra cheesy,” Caroline whispered to him. “What the hell, treat yo self, right?”

Damon glowered. “That’s not a problem for you two, is it? I mean both the cheesiness and the sex. The last place I expected to find you drunk Hufflepuffs was upstairs in one of the rooms, but…”

Despite her best efforts, Caroline blushed.

“Back off, Damon.” Stefan snapped, noticing how visibly uncomfortable she was.

“Talk to your girlfriend instead of being a baby,” Enzo said helpfully.

“And we are Gryffindors! Or maybe Ravenclaws.” Caroline added.

“I never figured out which I am,” Enzo muttered.

~*~

Caroline couldn’t stop giggling.

“Candles? Seriously?”

“It’s what I’d do at this point in a relationship, especially on a special occasion,” Stefan said simply.

“Okay, then, I will dress appropriately for your fancy candlelight dinner and be right back.” She laughed and made her way back to her loft.

“Come on, no need” Stefan called after her, but no way was she letting an opportunity to dress up like this go. This was so unnecessary and fun. And cute. None of her exes had ever done stuff like this. But Stefan… it had only been a few weeks and he remained perfect. It was unbelievable. Who wouldn’t want him for real, brooding and messed up exes and all?

“Don’t you look cheerful. Going out?” Bonnie asked from the couch as Caroline walked to the door in strappy heels, eyeing her black gown and elegantly pinned up bangs.

“Nope, candlelight dinner courtesy of Stefan.”

Bonnie smiled. “Have fun!”

Stefan’s eyes widened slightly when he saw her. She’d never get tired of that reaction, she thought happily as she sat down on the chair he pulled out.

She grinned and then raised her eyebrows at him.

He didn’t look too bad himself. Oh, who was he kidding, she was probably mirroring his expression. Stefan Salvatore in a suit made her feel things she shouldn’t be feeling anymore. Or at all. Ever.

“Well as long as we were both committed to the fanciness of tonight,” Stefan explained. “Damon’s sulking in his room” he added quietly.

Caroline nodded.

Honestly, they could probably go on like this for months. They were friends, allies, and it’s not like that much had changed. They hadn’t kissed since they’d got back, and they didn’t even have to talk about what had happened again. It was like they both wanted to forget anything that hadn’t been part of the plan. It was better that way. Everything was fine.

“Are you nervous about tomorrow?” Stefan asked her as he handed her a glass of wine. They’d agreed it wasn’t hard liquor and wouldn’t do any harm.

“A little… okay yes. I want to make a good first impression, get along with the others, prove myself, you know?”

He looked thoughtful. “You’ll be great. Just relax today, get a good night’s sleep.”

She couldn’t help but stare at the shadows the candlelight cast upon his angular face.

“This is amazing,” she exclaimed as she tried the pasta. “Why aren’t you a chef again?”

“Thank you. Why aren’t you an actress again?”

“Ha ha, very funny.”

“The career options are unlimited” Stefan sighed.

“A true power couple.”

Once they’d polished the food and wine and were about to go chill in her loft, Stefan suddenly told her to wait and ducked into his room.

He came out carrying a small velvet box.

“Almost forgot about this.”

Caroline froze. Her heart literally stopped. Marrying a guy this perfect was the dream, and she’d gladly marry Stefan Salvatore (it would certainly fix the problem of her feelings for him being real), but they were too young, they’d just met, and really what the fuck.

Stefan stopped in his tracks when he saw the look on her face.

“Stefan, we’re fake dating, no one said anything about marriage!” She hissed, finding her voice once she saw the ridiculous look on his face.

Stefan looked like a confused puppy, and Caroline felt an instant rush of endearment. Damn it.

“What? No… that’s not… Caroline, it’s a gift I got for you.” He gave the box to her and she opened it curiously, and what the saw took her breath away.

It was a pendant, simple yet beautiful. A deep blue star outlined in silver. The gleaming stone looked like lapis lazuli, and the faint patterns under its surface only added to its charm.

“Oh my god. It’s gorgeous. Thank you, Stefan.” She reached up to kiss his cheek. “You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to. It reminded me of you. Plus, you know, big gesture and all. You said to take care of it.”

Caroline’s heart sank as realisation dawned on her.

Of course that’s what it was.

Before she could collect herself and say something about going to go sleep, the door burst open and in the doorway stood a very determined looking Elena Gilbert.

“Salvatore!” She called out. “We need to talk!”

Enzo emerged from Damon’s room and on seeing Bonnie hanging behind in the hallway, made a speedy exit with her to god knows where. Their beloved diner, probably.

Elena’s gaze landed on the couple standing in the living room. “Oh hey, Stefan. I didn’t mean you. Aw, you guys look pretty. Wait, is that a–”

“Pendant!” Caroline held the box up quickly.

“It’s so cute!”

“Like hell, we need to talk.” They turned to find Damon standing in his doorway. The couple was facing off from opposite ends of the living room and Caroline and Stefan exchanged a look that clearly said ‘run’.

“Stefan, let’s go to my room. I can thank you for this properly.” Caroline winked hurriedly, well aware of how comical it would have looked, and practically dragged Stefan to her loft.

They collapsed against the closed door, safely away from what was going to be a messy fight.

Caroline ducked into the bathroom to change into her pyjamas and washed the makeup off, running her hands through her hair to loosen the pinned locks.

The sight of Stefan sitting on her bed and smiling at her as she got in next to him, made her heart flip-flop against her will.

“So I’m going to sleep now. Feel free to crash here if you want to avoid, you know.” Caroline pulled the comforter over her shoulder.

Stefan took off his shoes and got in beside her. “Okay, thanks.”

When she moved to rest her head on his shoulder, Caroline told herself it had nothing to do with habit. She didn’t prefer to sleep next to him. She wasn’t that far gone.

~*~

When Caroline woke up, Stefan was gone, but she didn’t dwell on it. All her thoughts were focussed on her first day of work.

She grabbed a piece of toast, quickly hugged the girls, and rushed, determined not to be late.

~*~

The day went by smoothly.

Caroline had gotten along with the other two assistants, a goth-looking young woman and a blonde guy, just fine. Her boss and her other co-workers seemed nice enough, and the work looked interesting. The girl had shown her around the place and explained her job to her, and by late afternoon, Caroline was free. Her work hours weren’t that long. Plus, it was the first day, and she just had to shadow them.

Once she was home, she watched some reality TV with Bonnie until she left for Enzo’s for the night, and then Caroline was alone with the daunting task of cooking dinner for herself.

Suddenly, a much better alternative presented itself to her. She dialled Stefan’s number.

“Hey, wanna check out that diner? I wanted to get some dinner.”

It wasn’t too much, she told herself. Friends went for night-time walks to eat meals outside all the time. She may feel more for him because of their messed up situation, but they were still friends, and that’s what his presence was for her.

She kept telling herself that.

#steroline #steroline fics #steroline fanfiction #ri #*attempts to move the plot along*#caroline getting too dependent on stefan and enjoying the relationship too much #stefan acting like a husband and enjoying the relationship too much #them refusing to acknowledge what happened and how it changed things #its all gonna blow up #:-)#also I imagine the pendant to resemble her daylight ring #stefan gave that to her too :'

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teamkaiforever · 7 years ago

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(requested by anon) Kai Parker x Reader word count : 5 161 summary : Reader has a crush on Kai but its too afraid / shy to tell him. * gif by jake-riley keep reading after the cut 😉 (it turned out waaay longer than I thought , hah😅🙈) ___________________ End of the semester. There were exams and so many other things to think and obsess about , but instead Y/N didn’t care about any of those things. All she cared about was Kai , well more like thinking and crushing on him in silence. Which is one of the reasons why Stefan had offered to tutor her in history and pretty much every other subject. No one liked Kai very much but he still got free access to the Salvatore boarding house whenever he wanted. That’s exactly where Y/N was that day - studying with Stefan. She sat on the ground resting her back against the sofa with a text book in her hands. Flipping page after page pretending to read , it wasn’t like she wanted to pretend. It kind of just happened on its own. Every time she closed her eyes Kai’s face popped behind her eyelids. None of her friends could figure out how she could fall for him of all people. In their eyes he wasn’t a good person and was definitely not good enough for her. Only the heart wants what it wants. Somehow in all those years , he had been the first one to stir something inside her. There had been other boys she liked but it had never felt this way. All she could do was think about him. Dream about him. Kai was constantly in her mind no matter if she wanted him gone or not. He had her completely under his spell , only there was a problem. Y/N was shy and was too afraid to tell Kai about any of this. Chances were he was going to reject her. “Hello ? Earth to Y/N.” said Stefan waving his hand in front of her face snapping her back to reality. “You spaced out again , didn’t you?” “No.” “Right.” he trailed off. “You are going to flunk the exams if you don’t stop thinking about him.” “I am not thinking about him!” snapped Y/N , a sigh leaving her lips a moment later. “Sorry. I - I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. It’s just…” “You like him but you are too scared to tell him.” he finished for her. Y/N nodded. Kai could have anyone he wanted. It was enough for him to smile at any girl and she’d swoon instantly. Y/N always did. His eyes , his smile , his dimples always made her so weak. “Maybe I can help.” he offered. “I can ask him , you know test the waters for you.” Y/N turned towards her friend. Stefan had the best intentions , she knew it but it just didn’t seem right. She wasn’t in 2nd grade anymore , she was in her senior year of high school. Asking someone to ask the person you have a crush on if they have a crush on you was just … childish. “No. You don’t even like him or approve of me liking him.” she stated flipping another page by habit. Stefan reached his hand taking the text book out of her hands. Y/N didn’t protest. “Also he is going to laugh at me. He said it himself - he is not burdened by emotions like love. I’m perfectly fine crushing in silence.” Stefan studied her face. He didn’t have to be a vampire to know she was anything but fine crushing in silence. Y/N needed someone to intervene for her , other ways if Kai found someone else , she’d be crushed. “Oh-kay. Do you want a sandwich ?” “Grilled cheese please.” she smiled. Stefan mouthed ‘Okay’ and headed towards the kitchen. Y/N took back her history text book and started reading , for real this time. Stefan was right. She’d flunk her exams if she didn’t focus. A few minutes later just as Y/N had finally managed to concentrate , the large front door opened. The girl hadn’t even noticed someone had walked into the house until that someone sat on the sofa and leaned in to see what she was reading. Y/N felt someone’s breath on her neck and turned her head finding Kai’s face barely two inches away from hers. “Hi.” said Kai grinning. “What are you up to ? You didn’t even look up when I walked inside. Its hurtful.” “I … I um…” she stuttered. “I’m studying.” “Can I help ?” he asked. “Its been a while but I am sure I can be of use. Also I’ve been told I am an excellent tutor.” “By who?” she wondered. Y/N would’ve said YES in the blink of an eye , if she hadn’t been this shy. Even though she was pretty sure Kai being her tutor would be more than distracting. He was a distraction even when he wasn’t around and him standing this close to her , with his hand on her shoulder had completely thrown her off balance. His blue eyes sparkled more than usual and his smile took her breath away. That day he was wearing gray jeans with a dark blue t-shirt and a black jacket. His hair was a bit longer and Y/N fought the urge to run her fingers through it, not that she would’ve been able to do more than to raise her hand and stand frozen contemplating what it would feel like without actually doing anything. “Here’s your sandwich.” said Stefan landing a plate with grilled cheese on the coffee table. His eyes darted between Y/N and Kai. At the moment Y/N had turned towards Kai and he could feel her hyperventilating at the sight of Kai standing this close smiling at her. "Why are you here ?“ Kai looked away from Y/N giving her the chance to look away. Her gaze fell on the sandwich and all of the sudden she didn’t feel all this hungry. From the place Kai had put his hand on her shoulder it felt as if electricity had started pulsating in her bloodstream. Her heart was beating faster than ever and she was pretty sure she had been holding her breath for the past 5 minutes. It seemed as if the room had gotten hotter only it hadn’t. It was the feeling of her skin being on fire because of Kai. "Oh I was just walking by , thought why not drop in and see what my friends are up to.” said Kai amused. “Maybe I can help with the tutoring.” “We are not you friends.” said Stefan glancing at Y/N who seemed frozen , her eyes focused on the plate in front of her. Kai had placed his hand on her shoulder and Stefan could hear her heart beating way too fast , causing her cheeks to turn red. “And I’m perfectly capable of helping Y/N with her exams on my own. Thanks. Why don’t you find someone else to torment ? Like some innocent sorority girl or a cheerleader?” Y/N suddenly got up , Kai’s hand falling from her shoulder. Quickly she gathered her things and shoved them in her messenger bag. She ran roughly her fingers through her hair turning towards Stefan and avoiding looking at Kai completely. “Sorry. I - I have to go.” she mumbled not even bothering to take the snack Stefan had made her. A moment later she was out the door. “What did I do to her?” wondered Kai looking after Y/N. It appeared as if she was trying to win a marathon or something , nearly smacking her face into the door before opening it. “Every time I am around she just ups and leaves or acts super weird. What did you tell her about me ? Or should I ask my two biggest fans Bonnie and Damon?” Kai reached for the plate but Stefan slapped his hand away. “Rude.” Stefan grinned at him , taking a bit from the grilled cheese. “That’s just the way she is.” he said. “No. It’s not.” said Kai. “Last time I saw her , we were at the Grill and she nearly smacked her nose a wall and almost broke it in her hurry to get away from me. I don’t see her running away from any of you like that. Y/N didn’t even say goodbye to me.” sighed Kai with a note of hurt in his voice. Kai couldn’t figure out what was wrong. The more he thought about it , the more he thought it hadn’t been something he had done , which meant someone had said something to her. Y/N was one of the few humans left in the group. It was why he liked her. She had a chance at a normal life. Well as normal as her life could be with vampires , witches and werewolfs as her best friends. He wanted to be her friend too. There was something about her that was drawing him in. He could tell she wasn’t like her friends , but each time she acted like this it made him feel weird - sad and hurt. He hated that feeling. “Look what the cat dragged in.” said Damon walking into the house with Elena on his arm. “What ? No cheerleaders to play with ? Get out.” “I am not going anywhere until someone tells me whats up with Y/N.” insisted Kai. “Why is she acting like this around me?” “Y/N likes you.” said Elena smiling. “As if it isn’t obvious by the way her cheeks blush every time you are around or anyone mentions your name. Not to mention how she just can’t stop talking about you. Bonnie can’t stand being around her anymore.” “I don’t know why Y/N would even look at you , let alone like you.” added Damon. “You are the most awful person in the world.” he grinned. Elena punched her boyfriend’s forearm. “Damon ! Don’t say that … in front of him.” “What do you mean she likes me?” wondered Kai. Everything after Elena had said Y/N likes him had somehow gotten lost on the way to his ears. “Ugh , I know its been 18 years for you and clearly you are out of practice when it comes to girls.” groaned Damon. “But its so obvious even Miss Cuddles sees it and her brain is made out of cotton. Y/N has a crush on you.” Stefan stood there , finishing his grilled cheese and trying to figure out how to stop what was happening in front of him Y/N had specifically said 'no’ when he had offered to intervene on her behalf. “Would you two stop talking?!” he said. “Y/N would find a way to kill all of us if she figures out any of us spilled about it.” “I’m not going to tell her. Are you?” asked Damon pointing at Elena , who shook her head. He turned towards Kai next. “Now you know. Get out of my house.” “Why wouldn’t she just tell me?” thought Kai out loud. “Because she is shy , specially when it comes to boys even more if she likes the boy.” said Elena softly. Out of everyone she seemed to have the nicest attitude towards Kai , even though he knew she didn’t like him either. “Also probably thinks you don’t like her back and doesn’t want to get hurt.” “I … I think I might like her back.” whispered Kai , everyone stared at him the same way they had when he had stabbed Jo at the wedding. Elena and Stefan struggled for words. Only the eldest Salvatore seemed to be able to speak. “Get out.” said Damon pouring himself a drink. “Alright alright… I’m leaving.” said Kai raising his hands in defence. “By the way - your house is not that cool now. I liked it better in 1994.” Damon threw one of the sofa pillows at Kai , missing him by a few seconds as Kai left the house. He walked around the front yard , his hands in his pockets kicking in a small stone on his way. Y/N’s friends wouldn’t lie to him , at least thats what he thought. Either way he intended on finding out if it was true. When Elena had said Y/N likes him , something weird had happened with Kai’s heart - it had stopped for nearly half a minute. And he had felt this weird warm fuzzy feeling spread through his body. “Emotions … ” he muttered. “Why do they have to be so hard ?” * * *

Y/N wondered the streets of Mystic Falls for hours trying to clear her head with no luck. Finally she got to her house around 8PM , kicked her shoes right after walking inside and dropped her bag near the door. She walked upstairs not even bothering to put on her fuzzy slippers and threw herself face first on her bed , smashing her head against the pillow again and again. How it was that she was so shy ? Why couldn’t her friends compell her to be more open and straight forward ? Y/N felt like such an idiot leaving the Salvatore’s like that. She rolled on her back grabbing the pillow and placing it over her head ready to scream her frustration into it. After she was done with that , she changed and went to bed. Y/N tossed and turned for a while before finally starting to drift into sleep. Just as she had fallen asleep someone laid on the bed next to her. “You look so cute when you are asleep.” said Kai softly. Y/N’s eyes opened and she found Kai laying on his side , his body turned towards hers. Her eyes went wide and she screamed jumping off the bed. Kai laughed. “What the hell?!” she shouted , running her fingers through her hair. “What are you doing in my bed? Get out!” “Why would I do that?” said Kai laying on her bed with his hands behind his head. “Your bed is awesome and those pillows are so soft. Plus you and I need to talk.” “There is nothing for us to talk about.” said Y/N , pulling the pillow from under Kai’s head and smacking him with it right after. A moment later she turned towards the door with the pillow in her hands. If Kai intended on sleeping in her bed, she will be sleeping on the couch. How had he even gotten inside the house ? When had he gotten there? Questions swarmed her mind but no answers came to her. “Oww.. So hostile.” said Kai serious for a moment before starting to laugh. Her heart fluttered hearing his laugh. It was so beautiful for a moment she almost let go and started laughing with him. “I guess I like it better that way. Its much more fun than -” Y/N reached the door , bouncing right off it the second she tried to get out of the room. What the …?! she thought , placing her hands where the empty space was.It felt as if there was glass instead of air only she knew better. Y/N threw her pillow at it and weirdly - the pillow went through. A groan of frustration left her lips. “- you running out of the room whenever I show up.” he laughed getting up from the bed. Y/N sighed , turning around to find Kai standing barely an inch from her. His eyes were fixed on hers , sparkling in the dim light. Why did he have to be so perfect with his smile and everything. It felt like torture being this close to him and not being able to force a word out out her mouth or to make herself touch him. Her breath got hitched in her throat again for the hundredth time the past few weeks. “I sealed us into the room sweetheart.” he said brushing his fingers against her cheek. “You are not getting away this time.” Y/N felt her heart race and her cheeks flush at his touch. Having him standing this close to her was definitely not helping her overcome her shyness. “Not unless you admit that you have feelings for me.” he added taking a step backwards from her. Kai sat on her desk chair spinning himself on it a few times before his hands reached for a small elephant figurine she kept on her desk. He played with it for a while before getting up and walking around the room touching things - a few notebooks , flipping the pages and looking inside until Y/N yanked them out of his hands. The her childhood picture , turning it to her and pointing at it with a smile on his face. “You were so cute back then.” Y/N glared at him and sighed in frustration. Back then ? What was that supposed to mean ?! “I don’t - I don’t have feelings for you.” she said and threw herself face first on her bed again. Apparently her friends had spilled the beans. How could they do that ? Specifically after Y/N had just told Stefan NOT to do that earlier in the day. “Sure you do.” said Kai getting onto the bed with her again. He laid on his stomach placing his elbows on the mattress and holding his head in his hands.“I don’t blame you. How can you resist my good looks and my killer charm? Its mission impossible.” he laughed. “You are so full of yourself.” she muttered into the mattress. “Hah!” he laughed messing up her hair. “Deflecting hhuhh… HEY by the way I like how your hair smells like peaches. I love peaches. How is your hair so soft ?” “Get out of my room please.” “No. I told you Y/N. We are sealed into the room until you admit that you have feelings for me.” Y/N reached in her back pocket taking out her phone. She lifted her head up running her fingers through her hair trying to fix the mess he had made , not even looking at Kai. Quickly she dialed Stefan who picked up pretty almost half a minute later. Maybe he’d back off if thinks a Salvatore might show up to her rescue. “I’ll kill you and Damon and Elena as soon as this idiot lets me leave my bedroom.” Kai laughed grabbing her phone. “Hey Steven. Sorry , she can’t talk right now.” He got off the bed and slid the phone across the boundary along with his own phone. “There. No more interruptions.” Y/N stared at him. Asking him nicely didn’t work. Involving Stefan didn’t have the result she had expected … there had to be a way out of this room. “I hope you brought food.” she said getting off the bed and casually walking to the window. “Cuz we will be suck here for a looooooooong time.” She hurtled herself at the window , trying to get out through it with no luck. Kai seemed very amused by her angry face expression. Y/N rubbed her shoulder not expecting magical boundaries could hurt that much. There’d be bruise showing up on her shoulder in the next few days. Kai grabbed her by the waist in vampire speed and tossed her onto the bed with him on top. He could hear her heart racing and now he finally knew why that was. Their eyes met and suddenly he felt the desire to kiss her , but he didn’t plan on doing that until she confessed her feelings for him. Somehow he’ll have to wait a while longer. “Come on princess. Admit it.” he teased , his lips almost touching hers as he spoke. “You are dying to feel my lips on yours. For me to hold you in my arms all day and night long.” “No, I am not.” she pushed him off her. Kai grabbed her by the waist again and they rolled onto the bed twice until he was on top of her again. “Stop doing that.” “Why ? Does me being this close to you make you nervous ?” he said innocently. “Or maybe I don’t make you nervous. Maybe that’s exactly what you want , isn’t it ? It’s OK. You can have me this close for as long as you want any time you want … just say the words.” “What?” she wondered. Y/N was starting to think that she was hallucinating. Who knew , maybe she was and all of this was a dream or a hallucination brought upon by stress of her finals. It wasn’t possible that he had said what she thought he had said , was it ? No. Kai was messing with her. He was just bored and had decided to come over and entertain himself. “Don’t what me , you know what.” he said leaning in even closer to her. His eyes piercing into hers. Y/N could feel his breath on here face , intoxicating her. Involuntary her hands reached for his hair and then froze in mid-air before dropping on the bed next to her. “I don’t like you.” she said quietly. “Of course you don’t.” said Kai with a serious expression on his face. “You love me don’t you?” “God ! Get off me !” “Whats the magic word?” he teased. “I have vervain in my night stand’s drawer?” “Wrong , but I’ll be nice and do as you ask.” he said amused , rolling onto the bed next to her and casually resting his hand on her stomach. His fingers tapped on it in the rhythm of some song , moving up and down , sending shivers all over her body. Kai was having way too much fun in that moment , specially listening to her heart beat and breathing. He noticed how every time he got close to her , her heart started beating like a hummingbirds. Her breathing turned shallow and her cheeks flushed a bright shade of red. He liked the effect he had on her , even more so now that he was starting to figure out he likes having her in his arms more than he had thought possible. A few minutes passed , Kai turned towards her seeing her eyes were closed and a small smile was tugging at the corners of her mouth each time his hand moved on her stomach. Kai was so close to breaking the boundary around her. Just a little further .. “Let go.” he whispered. Y/N cleared her throat , opening her eyes. Her hand took his , tossing it on his stomach. Not only her skin was on fire but he had her feeling a billion other things all at once. She didn’t know if it had been his intention but the more his hand moved on her stomach , going up and down , the more her head was starting to spin. His touch felt amazing , having him this close to her felt amazing. “Can you be my personal hero and poof me a sandwich ? I haven’t had dinner.” she said suddenly , feeling her stomach starting to rumble. Maybe she should’ve grabbed the grilled cheese on her way out of the Salvatore’s earlier that day. “I can’t poof you a sandwich. What is this ? A Disney cartoon?” he said , trying not to laugh. “However I did stop by the Grill earlier. There are curly fries downstairs. Your favourite right ?” Ah , of course the fries would be downstairs and not here. Clearly Kai had planned ahead. Her stomach rumbled again. “I hate you.” she muttered. “No , you don’t.” he laughed turning to his side. His fingers brushed against her cheek and Y/N closed her eyes. “Why is it so hard for you to say it ?” “There is nothing to say because there is nothing there.” she snapped getting off the bed. Kai got up right after her pinning her against the wall , his hands placed on either side of her boxing her in. Y/N’s eyes looked everywhere but at him. “What if I told you there is something … that maybe there is something on my side too?” he said quietly , his eyes drifting between hers and her lips. “You are lying.” she replied. “All you want is for me to say something so you can make fun of me later.” A look of hurt flashed in his eyes for a moment and then he pressed his body closer to hers , his forehead almost touching hers. Almost there , Y/N was almost where he wanted her but she still refused to say it. “What if I’m not lying ?” he whispered. “Would you say it then ?” “Nothing to say.” Kai took a step back from her , seeing Y/N run her fingers through her hair. “Hope you like your bedroom because … none of us is going anywhere until you confess.” he stated. “God this will be so much fun !” “Fine.” she said , pausing for a moment. Kai looked at her expectantly. “You are sleeping on the floor. Now , move.” “No.” “No?” “No.” “Ugh !” she groaned pushing him away and walking towards the bed. “Can you at least get my pillow back please?” “You can use me as a pillow.” he said hopefully. Y/N was starting to get on his nerves. Anyone else would’ve confessed by that point. All of the sudden a new plan formed in his head. “Voudoux.” he muttered , drawing her pillow back in the room. He patted it a few times , and gave it to Y/N. “Sweet dreams princess.” Kai made himself comfortable on the floor next to her bed and yawned placing his hands under his head. Y/N stared at him in confusion , the shrugged her shoulders. She could deal with him in the morning. Just a few more hours until the sun rises. “Thanks …for the pillow.” “Any time.” he muttered sleepily. About half an hour passed and Kai started to snore. Y/N however remained awake. She laid on her stomach starring at him with the moonlight seeping through the window. A sigh left her lips and she ran her fingers through his hair carefully , doing her best not to wake him up. His hair was so soft to the touch , it was hard for her to stop. A smile showed on her face seeing Kai crunch his nose in his sleep. “I wish I could tell you.” she said quietly. “I wish I was brave enough to say it when you are awake and not sleeping curled up into a ball , looking so cute and cuddly. I do like you. I do want you to kiss me , but I know its never going to happen.” Y/N tapped his nose lightly , her fingertips exploring every inch of his face trying to memorise the feeling because there wouldn’t be another time for her to do that. “How am I supposed to tell you that each time you are around my heart tries to leap out of my chest or that a billion butterflies start swarming around in my stomach flapping their wings like crazy? That your smile makes me the happiest person in the world or that your eyes have me completely mesmerised each time I look at them…” she sighed. “Or that I can’t stop thinking about you day or night ? I get so nervous when you are around , I freeze and act like a complete idiot. You must think I’m pathetic.” Y/N rolled over on her back , covering her face with her hands. The next minute passed in silence and she had just started to calm down her breathing when - “I don’t think you are pathetic.” said Kai. “I think you are the most incredible person in the world.” A split second later Kai was on top of her , moving her hands away from her face. Y/N looked so terrified and scared of what she had just said. He couldn’t understand way. Hearing her say those words had thrown him into a pool of this warm fuzzy feeling he always got around her. His heart did a few very weird flips hearing her say she wanted him to kiss her and he wanted to kiss her now more than ever. He knew for sure now - he liked her. “Please go.” she whispered. Kai brushed his palm against her cheek , smiling at her. Y/N wondered why he was smiling. He had tricked her , made her believe he was asleep in hopes she’d say it then..and he had been correct. Kai gazed into her eyes for a long moment and pressed his lips on hers. At first Y/N appeared too startled to react and then her hands wrapped around his neck ,pulling him closer to her. Kissing him felt electrifying , his touch waking up every cell in her body with only a single burning desire on her mind. Too soon Kai pulled away , brushing his nose against hers. “That wasn’t so hard , was it ?” he smiled at her. “Come on princess. You must be starving. Lets go downstairs and I’ll make you whatever you want. And after that we can talk about our first date.” “Wait what ?” “Our first date.” he said smiling as if its the most obvious thing in the world. “I told before but clearly you were too lost in my eyes to hear what I was saying. Weirdly how it took me so long to find out why you were acting so weird.” Y/N stared at him , afraid to move or even blink thinking all of this would somehow vanish in an instant. “I like you Y/N. You are fun to be around and … I’ve never felt anything like this in my life.” he sighed , grabbing her hands and pulling her off the bed. “Don’t look so shocked. I’m changing.Or maybe you are changing me. It’s complicated I guess.” “I - I …” “You are so cute when you are stuttering.” he pressed his lips against hers again. Kai lifted her up until her legs hitched around his waist and her hands around his neck , lightly tugging on his hair. A smile was starting to spread across her face. “So about that first date. I assume you will say yes?” Kai muttered a few words and then walked right past the door , heading downstairs to the kitchen. Y/N’s eyes were fixed on his and she wasn’t even blinking. Or breathing for that matter. “Yes.” she said quietly still unable to wrap her mind around what was happening. It was all going too fast and too slow at the same time. Kai smiled widely at her , stopping on the way down , backing her against the wall. Their lips met again in a deep passionate kiss. Sounds of someone clapping surprised both of them. At the end of the stairs stood Stefan. He rubbed his nose and ran his fingers through his hair starring at their startled expressions. “Well , I see you two patched things up.” said Stefan smiling , making both of them turn towards him instantly. “Don’t you dare break her heart. Or I’ll rip out yours.” “Stefan !” “Oh-kay.” muttered Kai , looking away from Stefan who had just walked out of the front door. “I think your friends are warming up to me. Sort of.” Y/N started to laugh , Kai joining in a few seconds later. MASTERLIST March / April 2017 MASTERLIST MAY 2017 MASTERLIST JUNE 2017

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By an original # 3

The day of the Mikaelson ball

Katline had gotten ready with Rebekah as the people compelled to prepare the mansion for the ball rushed around Katline wore a long midnight blue gown that made her fair skin look like white porcelain her hair curled in abraded half up half down style with a few strands of her long medium brown hair frame her face making her forest green eyes stand out like emeralds her lips painted a dark blood red her heels made her 5'6 height 5'11Katline looks in the full-length mirror " you look stunning sister " says Finn from behind her Katline smiles " thank you brother Nik did pick out the dress after all " Katline said laughing " for a thousand-year-old original hybrid jackass you wouldn't think he'd have such great fashion sense " Katline joked taking Finn's arm they joined there, siblings as the guest arrived " well as long as you know who your borrowing that cup of sugar from " Damon Salvatore said to mayor Lockwood " I'm trying to protect this town they assured me they want peace and I assured them I would enforce it " replied Carol Lockwood " mayor Lockwood we haven't formally met Kol Mikaelson and this is my twin sister Katline " said Kol as he kissed the back of the mayors hand " we hope your lovly town embraceies us as much as we plan to embrace it " added Katline " Damon Salvatore have we met before " Damon ask Kol " I've met alot of pepole you don't particularly stand out come on sister " replied Kol " see you around Damon " smirked Katline then walked away with Kol. as Elean Gilbert entered the Salvatore brothers' eyes feel on her Katline rolled her eyes amused at there doppelganger obsession finishing her glass of champagne " Uh, if everyone could gather, please. " Elijah announces Katline joins her siblings on the staircase as Esther walked to the top of the staircase " Welcome, thank you for joining us. You know, whenever my mother brings our family together like this, it's tradition for us to commence the evening with a dance. " said Elijah

" Tonight's pick is a centuries-old waltz, so if all of you could please find yourselves a partner, please join us in the ballroom. " Elijah finished Kol and Katline start dancing " how do you know Damon Salvatore " questioned Kol " met him in the twenty he was fun and Nik and Rebekah were all over his brother " answered Katline " I don't like him " stated Kol " you don't like anyone " corrected Katline " well I especially don't like him " replied Kol then spun Katline into the arms of someone " Damon " said Katline " you know you never told me you where an original " Damon said grumpily " didn't I " Katline replied sarcastically " guess it never came up " she added rolling her eyes " from what I understand the Mikaelsons prefer Stefan why would you hang out with little old me " Damon asked sarcastically Katline laughed " well Rebekah will fall in love with anyone who gives her five minutes and Nik enjoyed his torture techniques I found him to be an ass a boring ass " Katline said Damon spun her in to Elijah's arms " you look lovely sister " complemented Elijah " you look rather handsome yourself lijah " replied Katline "I think mothers up to something " said Elijah " then send her witch ass back to hell " ansered Katline Elijah gave her a stern look and the dance ended Katline walks over to Rebekah and Kol " were's your date " Kol asked Rebekah " Flirting with his ex. " she stated " You've changed, Bekah " started Katline " You know, settling for mortals is the first sign of weakness. " finshed Kol " I'm not settling. I brought him here to kill him. He's Elena's friend. If he dies she suffers. But I've already been scolded once so I was hoping you'd help your baby sister out. " replied Rebekah " And spit right in the face of mother's rules? " asked Katline

Kol and Katline smirked " we're in " they agreed together

later that evening

" I'm itching to kill something " stated Kol impatiently " What are we waiting for " continued Katline " The mayor cornered me. Give me fifteen minutes to lure Matt outside " replied Rebekah " Outside? " asked Kol " What's wrong with right here on the stairs? " when on Katline " Make a spectacle of it. " finished Kol " You sound like idiots mother would kill us if we ruined her party. See you outside. " snapped Rebekah

Kol and Katline hid in the shadows watching as Rebekah lead's matt back inside the twins go back inside as Esther starts the end of evening toast grabbing a glass of champagne each " Good Evening, Ladies and Gentleman. Waiters are coming around with champagne. I invite you all to join me in raising a glass. It provides me with no greater joy than to see my family back together as one. I'd like to thank you all for being part of this spectacular evening. Cheers! " announced Esther and everyone drinks their champagne Katline and Kol meet Rebekah under the stairs " There you are. I was waiting outside for you. Where's Matt " requests Kol " About that I changed my mind. I don't want to ruin mother's night " states Rebekah " oh forget mothers studied party " snapped Katline " Don't tell me you like this boy. What did he do? He gave you five seconds of his attention " sighs Kol " Don't be so predictable Rebekah. " added Katline

" You don't have to be rude about it. Just leave him be, okay? " asked Rebekah " As you wish, sister. " Kol sighed as Rebekah walked away

" well there goes our fun " huffs Katline " I'm going to find Nik " she finishes walking away to find Klaus Katline walks into Klaus's art room " i guess your attempt at whooing Caroline didn't go so well," asked her angry looking older brother " if you think her insulting me as going well then yes it when swimmingly " snapped Klaus " maybe you should draw her something " suggested Katline before Klaus could repile they were interrupted by shouting and things breaking rushing out only to see Damon Salvator throwing Kol off the second floor balcony then jumping off after him then snaping Kol's neck Katline attempted to speed at Damon for snaping her twins neck but was held back by Klaus and Elijah " Far be it from me to cause a problem " Damon said looking at Elean before speeding off Klaus and Elijah let Katline lose she speed to Kol " Elijah help me get him to his room " asked Katline Elijah walks to his sister picks up Kol and speed him to his room Katline not far behind " good night sister " Elijah says " good night lijah " Katline sighs Elijah leavs Kol's room Katline walks over to Kol removeing his shoes pulling the blanket over him and kissing his forhead " good night brother " Katline says geting up and leaving to her own room she overhers Esther and Elijah talking " No violence, that was all I asked. Rebekah Katline and Kol disgraced our family tonight. " barks angrily

" It won't happen again, mother. I'll deal with them " Elijah sighs

" Thank you, but Katline would cause more trouble just spit me, Elijah. I wish the others were more like you. " sighs Esther rolling her eyes Katline enters her bedroom

#kol mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #damon salvatore #the originals #the vampire diaries #teen wolf #isaac lahey

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