#gloria stefan

[angel-maldonado-enthusiast]

For Love Or For Country: The Arturo Sandoval Story (2000), dir. Joseph Sargent.

[blairwaldcrf]

Stefan 'certified-Klaus-wrangler' Salvatore

(tvd 3x04/3x20)

[deadprincessgirlblog]

[justanotherthoughtblog77]

Gloria stopping Stefan from attacking her without even touching him is just so funny, the way he drops cracks me up!

[klausysworld]

Love…

Love is a dangerous game.

Love is a fickle thing.

Love is unpredictable.

Love is merciless.

Love can be both feared and desired.

Love can make a woman do such awful things.

Love can drive a woman mad.

It drove me mad. It made me do awful things. It made people scared and it made people excited. It made me merciless, unpredictable and dangerous but my love was never fickle and it never will be.

Not when it came down to Niklaus Mikaelson.

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It started off way before he arrived in town.

I grew up in Mystic Falls, one of the only witches in town alongside the Bennett family. When I was little, Sheila Bennet-Grams would always offer to babysit me from my mother. When I would play there with Bonnie my emotions would always get the better of me, objects would begin to float or catch fire. Grams would always pick me up and calm me down while telling me how powerful I would become.

She never mentioned magic to Bonnie, and I promised not to either even though we were so close. However my magic was something I had always been aware of and Grams said that finding control over it would be better than pretending it didn't exist.

Once I got a little older, she began to teach me things on other supernaturals. Starting with the Lockwood heritage and the basics of werewolves and then we went deeper, to Eenadu and how/why she created the species. Then a while later it was vampires. The basics first again and then the Originals, and Esther.

That was when I first heard of him; Klaus.

Grams spoke his name with such distaste but it stirred something inside me. She only told me the bast things, put a sinister spin on everything about them. So I had to do some digging myself.

He was just so damaged.

He was so broken, but so fixable.

He was just so loveable.

I knew he needed the doppelgänger so I convinced Bonnie that we should befriend Elena.

I knew he needed a werewolf so i befriended Matt through Elena which lead to befriending Tyler.

I knew he needed a vampire too but I didn't need to worry about that. I was certain that Katerina Petrova, Katherine Pierce, would pay the town a visit and death would follow her like the plague. She would either be my vampire or make me a vampire that I could give to Klaus.

And she did, just as predicted. So when I was sure that she had done everything for me: triggered Tylers 'curse', turned Caroline and collected the moonstone, I made my move in form of a letter.

It had taken a damn long time to find him. He moves, a lot. However, I too had made contacts over the last few years with other witches across the states and was able to pinpoint him.

And reach out.

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Dear Niklaus Mikaelson,

We have yet to meet though I am certain that when we do you will be pleased. Come to where it all began for I have an opportunity for you to seize.

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It was simple but still cryptic enough to grab his attention. I sent it to him with my magic and patiently waited.

And planned.

Klaus would definitely want to create more hybrids. Which meant some sort of trip as soon as the ritual was over and his wolf was free. I also knew that he and Stefan were friends in the 1920s, courtesy of Gloria who was a witch I had met and remained in contact with who was also in communication with Klaus and helped me find the man.

So I was betting that he would find a way to take Stefan with him to find his hybrids and bring the ripper out of him, which would not be difficult. I remember when he had gone a little mad for human blood earlier in the year. It wouldn't take a lot to push him back over that line.

Now was a nervous when Katherine went missing which meant klaus was in town? Yes. But I was much more excited.

I could feel myself literally buzzing when I stepped into the Salvatore manor house, I could feel the magic rolling off of Alaric! I sat between him and Damon and I could feel my skin burning. Damon kept putting his hand on my knee to stop my legs bouncing, asked if I was on drugs a couple times too but didn't suspect too much. I hadn't revealed to everyone the amount I knew. Though Elijah knew that I was much more than I let on but I kinda wanted him to know.

Of course everyone knew I was a witch but they assumed I was an amateur, Bonnie knew I was better than I made out to be but still didn't know the extents of what I was now capable of. When you've been practicing magic since you were a small child your power ages with you, I knew that I'd only grow stronger. And so far I have.

I just hoped that he couldn't feel my magic as well as I could feel his. That was a silly thought. I knew that he couldn't, I had a spell to mask it.

Time went fast, one second I was sat next to him and the next he was walking out the door and Damon was asking what was wrong with me today. I got out of it and went home to my planning board.

I wondered how long it would take for him to know that it was I who sent him the letter. I wondered how he would react. I also wondered how he would be if I sent him another.

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Dear Niklaus Mikaelson,

I see that you have arrived though not as I may have expected, Either way I hope you appreciate the ingredients that I have collected.

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I sent it via my magic again, I knew that it would lay waiting for him when he returned from the decade dance. It meant I was far too excited the entire time. Though I did my best to keep my mouth shut around Alaric Klaus himself.

Even when he revealed his true identity I had to bite back my smile, instead I allowed him to pin me, toss me and harm me until he though he'd won. I couldn't reveal my powers, the truth behind my innocent mask. I needed him to think I was weak but still interesting enough.

Bonnie ended up 'sacrificing' herself. To be completely honest it made me mad. Of all the people he could have hurt he had to choose her. I wouldn't have cared if it was any one else but Bonnie was the only true friend I had made, she wasn't here for me to use or bargain with. I liked her and felt my skin burn with rage.

So I made a little spell to cause Klaus an extensive amount of pain .

I got over it of course but I needed him to understand my feelings. It's the only way we could work.

I was pissed off that he hadn't used my chosen ingredients. Damon saved Tyler and Caroline and Bonnie was saving Elena.

Still, I watched his ritual anyway from a distance, my eyes lighting up as I watched his bones snap and his wolf rush to the front of his mind. Elijah's eyes locked on mine for a split second, a slight nod from us both before he took his brother to a place in the woods.

After that I had to babysit Damon while he whined and shook in pain. When his fevers got too bad I would place a cooling spell over his body and transfer some of his pain to myself. Despite not being Damons biggest fan, he was the one I got along most with out of the little group that had formed. He had a sense of humour and wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty. Damon was no liar like most of the others and I admired that. Still, I did not trust him exactly but I didn't mind his company.

Eventually Katerina arrived, she did not look eager to see me however she delivered the cure as expected and revealed what I had assumed. Klaus had taken Stefan.

Unfortunately for Klaus, since finding him the first time, I was able to play a tracking spell on his soul. If I closed my eyes and chanted the right words I was able to find exactly where he was in the moment I did so. Which meant he received more letters.

They were always short and suggestive, never revealing quite how much I knew but just hinting at it. I knew it would annoy him, he would see it as child’s play but that's what made it all so amusing when I would whisper my spells and watch his jaw clench as he attempted to tear up the paper only for it to magically bind back together in mockery of his frustration.

It was when he arrived in Chicago that Gloria had me on the phone.

"I warn you child, he's been asking me to find out who's sending the notes. I wouldn't ever tell on you dear but you know how he becomes. Don't play with fire unless you plan to get burnt" she told me, her tone worried

"Thank you Gloria but you've always known I enjoy the burn. Even if he knows, I can contain him. I've been preparing." I murmur, as my fingers trace over the sketch of the cage I plan to create for him should it ever be necessary.

"Do be careful" she whispered, "They don't call him a beast for fun"

"I know" I hum "It's going to be wonderful" I stated, my mind picturng those golden eyes of his.

Gloria had to hang up when she heard Rebekah's voice nearing but messaged me an update later that day. Unfortunately I felt as her life was taken, by Katerina of all people though I couldn't be too surprised. Her obsession with Stefan never failed to shine through.

Not that I could judge.

Plus it worked in my favour. Klaus came back home.

I got to see him and senior prank night, he even grabbed my wrist. I asked if he just wanted to hold my hand which made him smirk and made my lower stomach implode.

He did in fact hold my hand.

Sure it was while he dragged me down a corridor but he held it all the same.

Then he started killing people and turned Tyler which made me happy. At least my werewolf was useful after all.

Eventually I got back home and went to bed, with Klaus still on my mind of course.

Things got much more interesting from then onward. Klaus was in town much more and always getting in everyones business. I both enjoyed it and loathed it.

It was lovely because it meant I got to talk to him, and because I knew so much about him already I was able to keep him entertained and talkative. Especially when it came to art. I had to research so many artists so that I could engage him in conversation for long periods of time. I convinced the others that it was to distract him while they did their stupid little plans but it was really just for me.

I still sent my letters but I was confident that he didn't know it was me. Somehow I had made him believe that I was brand knew to magic and practically hopeless which he apparently found 'cute'. Whether he meant it or not it still made me blush.

After a few months I had the cage made. It was doused in magic to ensure he couldn't ever escape and I had put in a bookshelf with books I knew he would enjoy as well as a sketch pad and an array of crayons. Pencils were a little risky as they had a point but I put in some blunt charcoal. I had vervain growing beside the cage and wolvebane on my bedroom windowsill. The cage was set up in my basement.

My mother never went down there, she still thinks it's all horiible down their. She also doesn't really practise magic anymore so she's basically a human and oblivious to my supernatural involvment.

Thanks to her unawareness I was able to go about things without even being that discreet. Even if she had picked up on it, she made no effort to intervene.

So I continued to indulge in my obsession.

It was mostly harmless, though my letters progressively became love letters. It was entertaining to watch his brows rise as he read the suggestive words, often now his fingers would trace over the lipstick print I had left in the bottom right corner. Occasionally I would wear the same shade around him, just to test my limits. Sometimes I would spray the paper with my perfume before sending it too.

Soon I began sending other things too, like a rose alongside the letter or a sugary beignet that I had made myself. Sometimes they would contain propofol or something similar. This, with a high enough dosage, would knock even the original hybrid out long enough for me to go on over. I would often sit down beside him on his bed, usually my fingers would stroke through his sweet curls and I would press a kiss to his cheek. Almost always leaving the same mark as I did on those letters and taking pride in the confusion that painted his gorgeous face when he would see it in the morning and wash off my mark.

There were a couple close calls where I had assumed him to be passed out only to find him waiting in his bed, then I would have to be more forceful with putting him to sleep. Often magic was involved and I would lay with him, stroking the area I had struck him with my power to soothe the sting away.

Since then I had noticed his glances over his shoulders as he walked and the way his fingers would nervously tap against his scotch glass. I couldn't deny the pleasant feeling that buzzed through me at the knowledge that I made him nervous, borderline afraid. He even went so far as to have one of his hybrids stand guard outside of his room when he slept. So I had to climb up through his window. It was a hassle really but it got easier each time I did so.

I found myself in his room pretty much every single night. Something about how he was when he slept was so peaceful and innocent that I couldn't help but crave it. It soothed something within me.

What was even better than watching him while he slept?

Finding a painting in his art room...of me!

It was beautifully done and looked just like a photo. If i hadn't touched it to feel the layers of paint then I wouldn't have known he created it. A true, genuine smile graced my lips when I held it and I couldn't help but go through all his sketch pads to find more.

My next love letter hinted toward the art but I think that he was beginning to over think the notes at this point. They were driving him a little mad.

I considered leaving him alone for a little while but then he started getting into trouble. Too much trouble. The kind that got him hurt and stabbed by white oak. The kind that had him ready to leave Mystic Falls.

So I had to start eliminating threats toward him.

I went as far as hospitalising Elena, making it look like natural causes so that the others would have to leave Klaus alone for a while.

I befriended Rebekah, started learning things about Klaus's childhood, the little things that meant so much to him. So I went home and hand carved him a wooden wolf and left it on top my letter.

Slowly, I think he began to have suspicions. Sometimes I catch him watching me with a very calculative look in his eye though he would break into a nervous smile and look away, often walking out the room entirely. I didn't like that.

He tried to distance himself but I wouldn't let him. I thought it was clear that he was mine by now. If he had figured it out then he should be happy and relaxed knowing that it's me, not tense and worried. What did he think I would do, really?

Didn't matter. Time went on.

Thanksgiving came and went, Christmas and then New Year. I always sent and received a present. The Mikaelsons actually threw a Christmas ball which I of course attended and I was able to bag multiiple dances with Klaus. I also danced with Elijah, he directly asked me if I was the one messing with his brothers head, we were whispering and I made a little spell so Klaus couldn't eavesdrop. I confirmed it without actually admitting it and made some little threats for if he should try to stop anything, after I left for home.

I continued with my visits, my growing friendships and my gifts. And then valentines day came around.

I had been contemplating whether I treat it any differently to every other day. I never had before however this time I had somebody to think of, somebody I loved.

So when I woke up, I decided that perhaps I'd at least go see Klaus today.

What I had not expected was a large bouquet of roses, bunched into the shape of a heart set on my dining room table with a typed note attached.

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Dearest Y/N, I don't usually engage in human holidays however you've recently changed my perspective. I hope you don't think I've been oblivious to your advances, I'll admit they've been affective. Love Niklaus

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The note made me smile. The rhyming scheme matched all my letters and this was all the confirmation I needed that he had accepted my feelings.

So I got dressed into a dress, the same deep red as the flowers he had gifted me with the eyeshadow and lipstick to match. I drove myself to his home and this time knocked on the door.

Klaus must have been waiting for he opened it as soon as my knuckles hit the wood and he was dressed to perfection. His blood red tie matched my dress as though he just knew and his hand held out for mine without a word being said. I nodded to him and held his hand, enjoying the way it caused my magic to ignite inside me.

I was lead inside to the area which was usually primarily empty and used for parties and events however it was down littered with rose petals. Fairy lights and candles lit the room and a little square table rest in the centre of the room covered by a white table cloth with two golden plates hidden by gold plate covers sat waiting to be revealed.

"Oh wow" I whispered quietly. This was most definitely not something I had thought of occurring. I heard Klaus clear his throat a little as he hesitantly slipped his hand round my waist causing my tummy to flutter pleasantly before he kept leading me over to the table. He proceeded to pull out my hair, waiting for me to sit and then carefully pushing me closer to the table before sitting opposite me.

"I do hope you'll enjoy the food though if you don't I can be sure to get you something else-" His voice began to speed up, I could see his nerves playing.

"That won't be necessary, I'll have what I'm given and I'll enjoy it" I state simply with a reassuring smile. He returned it and nodded quietly to himself as he lifted the cover off of his play and I did the same. Underneath was a beautifully cooked slice of beef wellington with potatoes and a few vegetables alongside and a sauce to go with.

"I was going to do starters as well but I didn't want you too be too full as I have more for us to eat later" he explained quietly.

"Later?" I question with the slight tilt of my head and he smiled.

"We have a lot to talk about" He answered and I hummed, lifting the wine glass to my lips and allowing the rich taste to please my tongue. I licked my lips clean, watching as his eyes followed my tongues movements as he sat a little straighter. "However," he began, clearing his throat again making a slither of amusement make its way to my face. "For the moment, I just want to have a valentines dinner with you, my questions will wait for after." He decided and I nod, happy with his arrangement.

"Very well" I agreed as I cut into my steak and pastry and popped a piece into my mouth, moaning at the flavour and locking my eyes onto his. His adams apple bobbed and his eyes darted to his plate making me grin.

Dinner was mostly small talk, a few flirty comments through desert before he took our empty plates out to the kitchen. I got up from my seat to follow him but he shook his head and asked that I stay while he cleaned. I agreed without resistance, if he wanted to do the dishes then I wouldn't object.

He was back in just a minute and holding his hand out for me to take again, which I did. Then I was brought upstairs which made me raise a brow, "Already huh?" I ask teasingly.

He glanced over his shoulder at me with a knowing look "Don't act like you don't spend nearly every night in my room" he replied making my eyes roll playfully.

He pulled me into his room and closed the door behind me. On the bed lay every single letter I had written him, I clicked my tongue as I looked over the generous pile and slowly glanced up at his face. His arms were folded over his chest and he had that look in his eyes that just told be to begin.

I smiled up at him and let out a little laugh "Right..." I muttered, "Well..., okay, can we sit for this?" I asked and he hummed, gesturing two chairs that we went to.

And then I started talking. A lot.

I went from the start, Grams. There was no point lying to the man, so I just laid it all out bare for him. From the first time I heard his name to the first time I was able to see his face to the first time we actually met, to now. It took hours of explaining and answering questions for silence to actually come around.

His expressions changed throughout the discussion, sometimes he looked a little confused, sometimes he even looked a little afraid but for the most part he just looked intrigued. When I was done and his questions stopped flowing, he leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling.

"You're crazy" He whispered and I felt my demeanour change, just as I went to snap his eyes went back to mine and a wide smile spread across his face. "You're so insane, I love it" he murmured before my face was in his hands and his lips were on mine.

I'll admit it took me by surprise so it took me a minute to react. Of course I kissed him back, would have been really dumb not to at this point.

His hands seemed to be everywhere all at once, every single nerve I owned stood on edge for him and my magic began to flow a little too fast than I was used to. Klaus pulled away, a chuckle leaving his lips making my eyes, which I didn't remember closing, open.

"You've set the curtains on fire sweetheart" he mumbled, stroking a few strands of hair behind my ear as I took a breathe and silently mended the curtains with my mind. A kiss was placed behind my ear and I breathed in deeply. "I can't believe you let me think you couldn't even light a candle when I met you" he muttered and he smiled.

"You let everyone think you were Alaric, so..." I trailed but he tutted.

"Ah, ah. Everyone except for you as it turns out so we are in no way even. You have been tormenting me, lying to me, watching me sleep..." he smirked and I rolled my eyes, "borderline assaulting me!" he exasperated and I dropped my head back with a sigh. His lips pressed to my neck in response and I hummed with a clenched jaw. "You do not like to be teased" he stated and my eyes flicked to him "I'm not mad" he told me but I didn't think he was anyway "your methods for my...affections have been questionable-"

"Well-" I interjected but he shook his head and kissed my lips again which was a seemingly affective way to keep me quiet but I liked it.

"But" he cut in "It has been incredibly sexy to watch you pull an unbelievable amount of power moves under everyone's noses, including my own. I look forward to seeing how many more moves you have" he whispered, his voice becoming progressively lower.

My gaze fixed on him, my eyes narrowed a little. Was he saying what he wanted to say or what I wanted to hear?

His hands slid down my sides to the backs of my thighs before he lifted me onto his lap, having me straddle him in his chair and causing my dress to ride up. My hands held onto his upper arms lightly, he looked back at me with the same calculative look I'm sure I was wearing. His head tilted to the side making my lips twitch, he looked cute like a confused pet.

"I don't take well to being played with" I tell him and he frowned.

"I'm not playing" he replied, his hand caressing my thigh in a way that made an unfamiliar warmth spread through me and I wasn't quite sure what to do with it. For some reason I had mapped out a plan for every scenario except for one where he actually showed the interest I wanted from him. "I wouldn't toy with you Y/n. Should I have wanted to harm you I would have just done so"

"You don't think I'm a threat?" I question and he furrowed his brows

"Do you want me to see you as a threat?" He asked confused and I hesitated, did I?

"Maybe?" I whispered, unsure and he huffed softly.

"You have been dancing around me for almost a year now, don’t you think it’s time we both give in?” He murmured and I stared at him. Slowly his hands brushed higher up my thighs and he pulled me closer on his lap making my heart pound. “Will you let yourself give in to me?” He asked as his fingertips grazed the thin material of my panties. “No more stalking or knocking me out…just be with me, you can sleep beside me…with me and I’ll give you everything you could ever want”

I hummed quietly and clenched my jaw as I felt and heard the elastic in my panties snap. His hand pulled the fabric away from my body and tucked them into his pocket as his eyes locked on mine. I shifted a little on his lap, my thigh clenching around him as I felt my pussy flutter against the erection that was pushing against his suit trousers.

“You have no idea how hard it was to figure out who you were” he muttered as he pushed my hips back and forth in a slow motion. I could feel my skin heating up as my sensitive flesh rubbed over his pants. “You drove me mad” he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear making a warm shiver slide down my spine.

A breathy moan fell from my lips as I felt his hips grind up against my bare pussy. “Do you remember that letter you wrote, you were practically begging me to fuck you” he reminded making my eyes shut, my lips parting as I moved my hips with his to receive the perfect amount of friction against my clit. “Do you know how many faceless dreams I’ve had of you? I had to guess what your pretty moans would sound like, how tight your cunt was, I need to see if my imagination was accurate” He practically purred against my neck.

I kept grinding myself on his crotch, panting softly to try catch my breath and my thoughts and his hands cupped my ass firmly. They brushed across the tops of my thighs before a finger was rubbing my clit making my hips thrust up and a moan to escape me.

My hands curled into his jacket, I always had the control in situations. I needed the power and the control yet I couldn’t even think about taking it right now. I just needed to chase that feeling.

I couldn’t help the choked sound that left me when a finger plunged its way inside of me. At this point my hips were rutting against his hand, my pussy surely dripping onto his pants but I couldn’t stop myself.

“Happy Valentine’s Day sweetheart” his voice cooed against my ear and I moaned aloud. Kisses burned into the top of my neck and base of my jaw, “I’m gonna fuck you against all of your little love letters” he mumbled and I cried out his name weakly.

Another finger stretched me open with my clit was rubbed ferociously making my hips stutter and thighs tremble with need.

His mouth captured mine as I felt my resistance snap. My body shook and my head felt light as my lips pushed against his with force. After he pulled back and let me catch my breath he lifted me up and dropped me onto his bed amongst all the notes I’d left him in the past.

His body knelt between my legs and his face hovered over mine as he brushed his nose against mine.

I think it was that moment that I knew:

Love would destroy us both.

[thedinanshiral]

What's in a name? A (very) simple guide to find your Rook's name.

I’ve seen some people are wondering how some of us already have named Rooks, others have no idea how to get names or which names could be good, and since i kinda overdid it and have 11 Rooks already planned and named i thought i’d share some of my process and drop some ideas. This works for me, but maybe it can help others find their Rook’s name(s).

Keep in mind these are also fantasy names, they don’t have to make sense or have a specific meaning, you can literally make them up. I also take into consideration known naming conventions, for example in Elven we have Solas and Abelas’ names, with specific meanings (Pride, Sorrow) and judging by what Solas tells Abelas, it’d seem ancient elvhen would change their names according to roles or events in their life. Similarly in the Qun, we know their names aren’t names as we understand them but simply descriptors of the role that is assigned to them within the Qun.

It’s probably easier when it comes to human nations in Thedas: Orlesians are likely to have French names, Fereldans to have anglo names, Antivans to have Spanish and Italian names. Tevinter is a bit trickier because it’s based on the Roman empire and Latin is a pretty dead language, but they sure liked to make records so we have names there too.

Elvhen names:

I literally opened a tab with the Elven language DA wiki page and read everything -for the bazillionth time tbh-; DA elven language is a cipher, not a conlang, so feel free to make things up because we don’t have the full cipher -i’m not even sure BW does- .

For Elven names i check the wiki for words that i like the sound of, the meaning of, ideally both. If i feel something is “missing” i may add a letter or combine different words into a new one.

Here are some examples:

Athima, from athim, humility

Atisha, from Atish'an, atisha is peace

Sethena, from Sethen'a or Setheneran, land of waking dreams or where the veil is thin, aka the Fade.

Revaren, from Revas, freedom, and Renan, voice.

Alasan, from alas, earth/dirt, and suffix an, place.

Sulahni, from sulahn, sing.

Samahli, from samahl, laughter.

Vardanehn, lit. Our little joy.

Mir'as, Banal'ras is shadows, implying ras refers to light, Mir is mine. Lit. "my light".

Qunlat names:

Same process as elven, but trying to modify as less as possible, keeping in mind the Qunari are very rigid in their ways and can be very literal as well.

Anaan, victory

Asaarash, rivaini horsebreed used by the antaam.

Kaaras, navigator.

Asaara-kaaras, wind navigator, wind rider.

Saar, dangerous. Saar-asaara, dangerous wind. Saar-meraad, dangerous tide.

Sata-kasi, mauler.

Vattic-kos, vat is fire, tic is cold and kos refers to nature damage, all three words are in reference to damage done with a mage staff. So Vattic-kos could be elemental damage.

Shokra, shok is struggle or war, shokrakar is rebel.

Antivan names:

These were way easier as i’m Latina of Spanish and Italian descent which in this case feels a bit like cheating. I think any Spanish and Italian name could work, these are just some i like.

Vittoria/Victoria

Chiara

Alessandro/a

Stefan

Dante

Aria

Tevinter names:

I literally googled for Latin names for this one, and also checked previous Tevinter characters’ names. Some of this could also work for an Antivan Rook.

Aelius

Amadis

Bastian

Caelus

Camilla

Dena

Dante

Desideria

Ella

Enora

Favian

Fausto, Faustino, Faustus

Gaius

Gloria

Grazia

Klaudia

Laurena

Lavinia

Liberia

Merit/Mérita/Mérito

Remus

Salena

Sarina

Sidonia

Sollemnia

Tatius

Terentius

Tiberius

Urbano, Urbanus

Valentio

Varinia

Viatrix

Virgilio, Virgil

Vitus

Xandros

I’m leaving out the numerals like Primo, Segundo, Quintus, Octavio... check Cesars' names, that could work too. I think you could just search the scientific name of any fauna (hello House Pavus) or flora and pick whatever sounds nice too. Also we recently got a new Magister’s name in the Dragon Age: Vows & Vengeance trailer, Magister Andante. Y’know what “Andante” means? Walking. Magister Walking. Fear nothing and go wild with these names, seriously.

You could also check other cultures and native names, respectfully of course. Here are some guaraní and mapuche names i like, i didn’t modify these at all.

Kerana, guaraní “goddess of sleep”, or sleepy one.

Karai, guaraní, “respectable man”.

Luriel, guaraní, “lord of the wind”.

Amaru, guaraní, “rain”.

Anahí, guaraní, from a legend, the name of a young woman burned at the stake by the conquistadors, after which she is transformed into the flowering tree.

Newén, mapuche, "strength"

Nahuel, mapuche, “jaguar”

Ayelén, mapuche, “laughing”.

Tahiel, mapuche, “hombre libre”

For Dwarven names, i am deeply sorry i haven't decided on a Dwarf Rook yet so i haven't done my dwarven research, but the same process applies: check the canon dwarf names we got so far, if the lore says anything about dwarven naming conventions, if they're a commoner or noble, if there are caste-specific names too, and so on. And if you want to name your dwarf Rook Bob, that's fine too! ( if DUNE can have Paul and Jessica, why couldn't we have a dwarf named Bob?? like i said, go wild, name freely, be happy)

I understand some people don't want to or aren't sure about naming their Rooks until we learn what the different canon surnames will be, and i totally get that, i felt the same way. But i couldn't resist until we got that info so i overdid it, particularly with my Tevinter-Nevarran mage whose name i picked clearly inspired by Cassandra's full name, only for me to end up calling her by the first of her five names that i kinda struggle to remember. So far we've only seen one canon surname, "Thorne", and since surnames are defined by factions, Thorne seems to be the Grey Wardens' canon surname. The elf Grey Warden champion seen in the recent high-level combat gameplay is named Esha Thorne.

I think maybe surnames should depend on what they're now calling lineage (elven, qunari, human, dwarf) rather than on factions, or they could have offered options, one per lineage and one per faction, and let us decide which one to keep. An elf named Thorne sounds a bit odd to me, even if they're a Grey Warden. Will any of my chosen names match the canon surnames? Probably not, but at least i had fun while naming them. My only GW for now is Favian and Favian Thorne doesn't sound bad.

Anyway, I hope this helps those who are a bit lost to find names that works for you and your Rooks, have fun!

[supercap2319]

"So what's the plan, Stefan? Keep me locked up in this—whose house is this? Did you kill someone for this house? This house, or chateau if you will, was bone-white covered in limestone. The windows had a bunch of balconies, the kind you'd find in New Orleans. Perched at the top, were European styled gargoyles.

"I didn't kill anyone." Stefan said. "This house used to belong to a family called the Sutherlands. Nice folks. Shame Damon killed them all back in 1864." Stefan shot Y/N a grin as they walked towards the front door.

Y/N eyed the statues. "They say that gargoyles ward off evil spirits."

"Do they? Who cares?" Stefan shrugged and pushed Y/N inside. The place being big was an understatement. It had everything. A kitchen, couch, an upstairs. Even a sitting room and library. Y/N let it all sink in as he looked at the vampire.

"Why did you bring me here, Stefan? What's your game?"

"No game. I bring you here to New York, and you're complaining? You are bratty." Stefan smirks, taking a seat on the couch as he puts their bags on the carpet. Y/N gives him a pointed look. "I mean, why bring me to New York in the first place?"

"Well, Klaus has compelled me to watch you and Elena. I figured the best way to keep one of you from doing something stupid, was to give the other one a reason to behave." He propped his feet on the coffee table. "So, are you going to be a good boy for me, or am I going to have to treat you like a bitch?" Stefan's voice dropped an octave and even though he was supposed to be threatening; Y/N couldn't help the way his manhood responded to that. He tried so desperately not to moan as he focused on his rising anger, instead of his apparent arousal.

"Who are you calling a bitch? If I had my magic right now, I'd–"

"–But you don't. And thanks to Klaus' witch, Gloria, you won't be doing any magical shit." He stood up and in the blink of an eye, Stefan was in front of Y/N, hand grabbing his wrist. He held the cuff up for Y/N to see. It was a reminder. "As long as you have this on, there will be no telekinesis, starting fires, or blowing things up with your hands for you. So what's it gonna be, Y/N? I can make this a dream vacation for you or I can make it a living hell. Dealer's choice."

Y/N wanted to mouth off and say something smart, but he knew Stefan meant what he said. He didn't have his humanity on and even though Y/N knows Stefan would never truly hurt him, he would still punish for his defiance and disobedience. It was better to play along for now until Elena and Damon came to rescue him, or until Bonnie did a locator spell to find him. "I'll play nice."

"Good boy." Stefan smiled. He let go of Y/N and dug out a blood bag from his bag. He put the vein inside his mouth and began to drink. "Oh, and in case you were hoping my brother or Elena would be coming for you, don't count on it. They're not coming to your rescue and neither is Bonnie. So get comfy. You're going to be here a while with me."

The Gilbert boy let that sync in. He tried not to cry as he went to the kitchen to look for food.

[cancerian-woman]

Hi! I would love to hear why you think Klaus and Bonnie would be a compatible or at least fascinating match :) I can tell you're going to turn me into a Klonnie shipper even though the last thing I need in my life is another doomed OTP!!

Hey :D I love a good doomed ship it makes the fandom more interesting especially in terms of creativity tbh.

Bonnie had proven herself to be just as morally corrupt as other characters as needed. Sure, it wasn’t to the extreme of others but it existed especially if her friends were threatened. That type of loyalty and strength would be what Klaus would like because of how possessive and selfish he is.

There’s Bennett-Mikaelson connections through the lore of TVD. Ayana was Esther’s mentor. Abby entombed Mikael. Then in present there’s Esther prasing Bonnie for being the one to fight Klaus. Elijah recruited Bonnie to do it. Both Bonnie and Klaus have parental struggles on both sides. Klaus is more forefront than Bonnie’s but it exists. Tagging my friends content here :).

Klaus was introduced with an affinity for witches (Gloria, Maddox, Greta..)it was just dropped after well you know ;). But in a sibling light I could see both Rebekah and Kol taking a liking to Bonnie. Rebekah wanted that normal highschool experience and Kol was formerly a witch. We got a little bit of Kennett moments in s4 but that was dropped. Bonnie is the only TVD character to never have her own side friend out the group.

Narratively TVD would’ve just had to work with their few key points to make Klonnie a slow burn ship from s2-4 tbh. Bonnie kept getting the short-stick. Season 3 she got cheated on, her mother abandoned again, she had all the reasons to distant herself from her friends and end up in someone’s darker arms. The Mikaelson Ball ep Esther is leeching off Bonnie and her bloodline yet Bonnie is no where to be found… huh… Bonnie doesn’t get enough in universe credit for her actions because she has not only nearly killed Klaus she has saved his life(and everyone else’s.)

Season 4 Bonnie was dipping into a darker side with Expression and she blindly trusted Shane just to learn magic. It would be another moment for Klaus to try and get in her good graces. Klaus would have to open up emotionally for Bonnie to sympathize with him. I think they would challenge each other. Bonnie is one of the female characters who can fight back to people who are trying to harm her in a way Elena or Caroline can’t tbh.

Bonnie wasn’t just any witch either she was a Bennett which her family is responsible for nearly everything in TVD. I don’t think Klaus would’ve suddenly became a “Disney prince” type of BF by any means but I could see the relationship working. Klaus is still an elitist bastard with years of knowledge Bonnie would want. Bonnie is willing to give that loyalty to anyone who is good to her. Cami is seen as good and she even falls for Klaus lmao.

Last point people only play morality clauses with Bonnie because the series does. By the end of TVD Bonnie considers Damon not Elena or Caroline or Matt her bestfriend. That should say enough about what Bonnie would allow but….The writers and fans will argue that Bonnie doesn’t deserve to be paired up with toxic men or women but TVD never introduced anyone that was “morally good” by our world standards. Even Enzo physically harmed Bonnie pre-relationship. The other leads are white and never held to the same standards. Elena said it was Stefan until it wasn’t. Caroline said no to Klaus until she didn’t. Hayley’s arc includes with her fucking Klaus and dating Elijah… the list could continue.

Hope I made it all clear 😁.

Tagging some of my friends accounts who love Klonnie too: @klonnieshippersclub @melmedardasworld @mythorhuman @24kmagiic @bennettmaximoff

[klonnieshippersclub]

Hi Rikki. If Bonnie doesn't like vampires and Klaus doesn't like witches in canon, how do they make sense as a couple?

Long post warning: I think it's important to note that Bonnie doesn't hate vampires and never has. She hates the bloodshed and violation of humanity that comes with vampires. If anything, Bonnie does hate killers. When she meets Kai and finds out he murdered his family, she immediately has a problem with him.

Bonnie’s entire arc was not about hating vampires. Now why is this change ignored by the fandom? Well, who knows. Bonnie has never outright attacked any vampire simply for being one. Just those who were causing harm to her friends or have hurt her directly. Fans don’t try to acknowledge Bonnie and write her off as a vampire hater for 8 seasons. When Bonnie accepted vampirism from ALL her friends. She places their own emotional-needs and wellbeing before her own but that isn’t enough for fans. Bonnie’s emotions are defined as irritating and judgmental when the entire show is about humanizing vampires.

Bonnie doesn't have the luxury like Caroline and Elena to flirt with murderous vampires. Until the very end of the show in season 7 with Enzo at that time Bonnie she claims Damon is her bestfriend. That’s before Elena and Caroline. There’s issues there as well but I won’t get into that. Yet even with the hypothetical thought of Bamon there’s still this continuous negativity directed on Bonnie’s end. Julie insulted Elena just to prove a point. The Bamon Ban existed and it was real. It may have applied to Bamon but with the writer being so vocal about their dislike for Bonnie it meshed with all Bonnie ships.

Klaus hated what his mother did to him and his siblings. He hated his mother for binding his wolf side. The blame for those actions has been to his parents only. There was a never a moment in canon where Klaus blamed anyone else but his parents for what happened to him and his siblings. Bonnie is a witch just like Esther, but why would Klaus hold her accountable for something she did not do. Bonnie wasn’t even alive when Esther did that! It’s ridiculous take to think Klaus would blame Bonnie for his trauma and would not like her because she’s a witch like his mother. Bonnie is NOT Klaus mother and has never been in a maternal position to Klaus. Notice this claim and outright refusal doesn’t exist when people discuss Stefan and Klaus friendship. Stefan wanted revenge for what Klaus had done and they’re still well liked. Caroline can celebrate Klaus death in season 3 and fuck him in season 5 they’re one of the most popular ships. No questions on either of these but it’s Bonnie that people have such a huge issue getting over when it comes to Klonnie shipping. For a ship that is so small and limited in canon there’s always a fan commenting on how “disgusting” and “illogical” the ship is.

Klaus had allies in witches like Gloria, Greta, Genevieve and Maddox. He’s had sex with both Greta and Genevieve who are witches like his mother. Freya is a witch, Hope is a witch. Klaus did not wake up everyday blaming and hating these other women for the actions of his parents. So I must ask again, why would he turn to Bonnie and hate her simply for being a witch? Doesn’t make sense to me. In 2x17 Isobel and Katherine discuss Klaus and witches. Klaus was abandoned by Ansel he still slept with werewolves like Hayley or Lana.

The fandom places rules and regulations on Bonnie because the writers did. I’ve given enough evidence to prove that Klaus would be willing to date anyone despite his parental trauma, as would Bonnie if she is given the affection and chance too. The problem will forever rely in the writers and the fans who continue to push these narratives. A ship so little like Klonnie shouldn’t have many fans arguing about how disgusting and gross it is. Why is shipping Bonnie with Klaus (or any non-canon character) disgusting but none of the canon white centered relationships get this type of reaction. Finally, if the series kept up with Klaus taste in witches the only woman who matches the woman Klaus was intimate with at that time would be Bonnie.

[tojiscrack]

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

this was long overdue but it’s here now so let’s go!

— i’m a freshly-turned 18 year old (24th oct)

— ‘sumaya’ is a pseudonym 🫣

— british asian :)

— currently studying for my a-levels

— major satoru gojo enthusiast (you will literally never find someone who loves that man more than i do)

— my favourite anime of all time is attack on titan. following that would probably be death note, but i really enjoyed the journey jujutsu kaisen was taking before its end <3

— very opinionated and enjoy debating

— rom-coms 🤝 me (emphasis on the com part — i like to think it shows in my writing lol)

— i’ve watched so many shows over the years, here are the couples i ship for all of them:

gossip girl: dan and blair, lily and rufus

attack on titan: eren and mikasa, ymir and historia (but HEAVY on eren and mikasa, my babies)

the vampire diaries: stefan and elena

harry potter: harry and hermione, remus and tonks, lily and james

jujutsu kaisen: toji and mamaguro, miwa and mechamaru, yuta and maki (HEAVY on the first one tho)

you: joe and my fist

the hunger games: katniss and peeta

modern family: literally all the senior couples (gloria and jay, cam and mitch, and phil and claire), but HEAVY on phil and claire, i love them sm

i’ve definitely missed a couple hundred shows/films, i’ll probably add to this list haha

— fav mc in all of fiction = eren jaeger.

— i’m a book girly through and through. if you know i’ve watched a movie or a show that has a book counterpart, 9 times out of 10 i will have already read it

— fav series for books:

the folk of the air series: the cruel prince , the wicked king , and the queen of nothing (followed by the spin-off duology)

a good girl’s guide to murder series: a good girl’s guide to murder , good girl, bad blood , as good as dead

a thousand splendid suns (this BROKE me)

— my mbti: entj — commander

— i love caramel milk tea, or caramel frappes, or just anything caramel really

— the same way gojo loves sweet treats, i love spicy food (like if i’m blowing up the toilet at 3am, mission accomplished)

— favourite season: autumn 🤭

— favourite holiday: halloween!!!

— i live off of fizzy drinks. ppl call me crazy but i hate water :/

— horror movies/mystery genre 🤝 me

— as much as i write a lot of fanfiction, i don’t ready any 😭 unfortunately, i see characters a certain way in my mind (like their canon counterparts), and if i read some and they’re more fanon centred… idk, it just rubs me the wrong way. it’s just a personal preference tho, write fanon as much as you want, it’s your story after all! i incorporate bits and pieces of fanon in mine, too, but i just don’t prefer it being a focal point, so i tend to avoid reading fanfiction all the same :)

— i’m a study freak 😕 (workaholic)

— open to making friends on here, always. i like to think i’m easy to talk to!

this will most likely be updated if i’ve missed anything else. until then, you know all there is to know about me!

[daenysthedreamer101]

Youngest Original ~ TVDU

Ch 1 - The End of The Affair

Mikaelson!OC

Warnings: mentions of blood, murder, injury, death, usual TVD shenanigans, female OC, Klaus being a bad brother lol

Corresponding episode: TVD 3x3

Masterlist

Prologue

Chicago, 2010

"Welcome back to Chicago, Stefan," Klaus says as they exit the car. Stefan gets out of the car, confused as to why they're here. 

"What are we doing here?" He asks as Klaus opens the door of the storage room. 

"I know how much you loved it here. Bringing back memories of the good old ripper days?" Klaus asks rhetorically. 

"Blacked out most of them," Stefan admits. "Lot of blood, lot of partying. The details are all a blur." He adds. 

"Well, that is a crying shame. The details are what make it legend." Klaus says. 

~

Chicago, 1920s

Stefan gets out of the car wiping off the blood from his lips, and walks over to the back door of the club. He knocks and the bouncer lets him in. He walks through the hallway and walks into the club full of life and music. He looks around -  Champagne, lights, pearls, people dancing on the dance floor...He puts his hands on the handrails and looks at the singer on stage.  

"Guess who my eyes just spied, ladies? Looking for a good time, Mr. Salvatore?" The woman asks.

"Save me a dance, Gloria," Stefan says with a smile as he walks down the stairs. He sees a waiter walking with a champagne glass and he goes to take it, but a woman grabs it right in front of him. 

"Oh. Please, help yourself." He says sarcastically. She turns around and looks at him. She's wearing a pretty flapper dress with pearls decorating her neck. She has white gloves on her hands and her blonde hair is done to perfection. 

"Oh, I always do." She says with a smirk on her lips and a sparkle in her blue eyes. She walks over to him and licks his lips.

 "Careful, Mr. Salvatore. You're still wearing your date. She's lovely." She whispers to him and starts walking away. 

"No, no. Who are you?" He pulls her back to him. She just puts a finger over her mouth and walks away. Stefan looks at her bewildered as she sits down in a booth next to a pretty brunette. They whisper something to each other and giggle as they look in his direction.

~

"Chicago was magical," Klaus says.

"Yeah, well, I'll take your word for it. Like I said, I don't remember most of it." Stefan responds.

"Down to business, then?" Klaus asks sarcastically.

"Why am I still with you? We had our fun, your hybrids failed. I mean, don't you wanna move on?" Stefan asked.

"We're going to see my favorite witch," Klaus answered. "If anyone can help us with our hybrids problem...it's her." He added and got in the car. 

~

1920s - Rebekah's POV

Rebekah was dancing on the dance floor with a man. She was trying to enjoy the music and the atmosphere but it was becoming increasingly difficult because Stefan and his rowdy group of friends were being loud and annoying. 

She could hear her sister huffing in annoyance somewhere behind her. She turned around and made eye contact with her younger sister who was also dancing. Her sister pointed to Stefan with her head and Rebekah knew what she had to do. 

"Sorry to crash the fun boys, but some of us actually came here to hear the music, not you." She told Stefan and his group of friends. 

"Oh. I'm so sorry sweetheart. Are we offending you?" Stefan asks in mock concern. His friends laugh. 

She smiled and walked up to Stefan. "It'd take a lot more than a baby face like this to offend me." She responded and headed back for the dance floor. Stefan once again pulls her back.

"Hey. Are you ever gonna tell me your name? " He asks. 

"Sure. When you earn it. Now do Gloria a favor and stick a sock in it." She told him and went back to search for her sister.

She found her sister sitting in one of the booths, sipping on champagne. "He likes you." Her sister broke the silence. Rebekah rolled her eyes. 

"Kassie..." She started but was cut off. 

"Bekah..." Kassandra teased with a smile. "And you fancy him back. Don't you?"

Bekah just smiled and refused to look at her sister. 

"See. You're blushing." Kassie continued teasing. Rebekah slapped her arm teasingly.

"Where's Klaus? I haven't seen him this whole evening." She asked her sister. Kassie just sighed and chugged down the rest of her champagne. 

"I don't know. Eating an innocent girl, I assume." Her sister answered with disdain in her voice. 

~

Klaus and Stefan walk into Gloria's old bar which still works, 90 years later. "Looks familiar, doesn't it?" Klaus asks as they look around the bar. 

"I can't believe this place is still here," Stefan responds. Then, the owner of the bar, Gloria, comes out. 

"I remember you." She says to the two vampires. 

"Yeah...You're Gloria." Stefan says, shocked that the woman is still alive. "Shouldn't you be..."

"Old and dead? Now If I die who's gonna run this place, huh?" She responds with sarcasm. 

"Gloria's a very powerful witch," Klaus adds. 

"I can slow the aging down some. Herbs and spells. But don't worry, it'll catch up to me one day." She tells them. 

Klaus tells Stefan to go behind the bar and pour them something to drink. "You look ravishing by the way." He compliments the witch. 

"Don't." She waves him off. "I know why you're here. A hybrid out to make more hybrids? That kind of news travels." She tells him as they sit down at a table. 

"So what am I doing wrong?" Klaus asks. "I broke the curse." From behind the bar, Stefan eavesdrops on their conversation with his supernatural hearing. 

"Obviously you did something wrong. Look, every spell has a loophole. But a curse that old, we'd have to contact the witch who created it." Gloria informs Klaus. 

"Well, that would be the Original witch. She's very dead." Klaus comments.

"I know. And for me to contact her, I'll need help." Gloria says. Stefan sees a picture on the wall as he's pouring drinks. He picks it up to examine it. 

"Bring me Rebekah." She says to Klaus.

"Rebekah. Rebekah is a bit... preoccupied." He tells Gloria. 

"She has what I need. Bring her to me." Gloria responds. 

"What is this?" Stefan asks as he points to the black and white photo in his hands. In the photo are Klaus and Stefan, together. 

~

"This doesn't make any sense. Why don't I remember you?" Stefan asked Klaus as they entered the storage room where Klaus kept his sibling's coffins. Klaus tries to avert Stefan's questions but Stefan grabs him and demands an explanation. 

"Let's just say we didn't get off to a brilliant start. To be honest, I hated you." Klaus says.

Klaus then tells Stefan of how they first met and how Stefan knew Klaus's sister. "Your sister? So I knew another Original vampire?" Stefan asked. Klaus smirked at him.

"If you can't handle it, then don't ask," Klaus says and walks over to one of the coffins. He opened it and inside was his sister, Rebekah, gray and desiccated with a dagger in her heart. Klaus looked fondly at her and caressed her cheek. 

"I don't recognize her," Stefan confessed. 

"Don't tell her that. Rebekah's temper's worse than mine." Klaus says and removes the dagger from his sister's heart. "Time to wake up, little sister." 

"Any day now, Rebekah. She's just being dramatic." Klaus comments. 

"Look why don't you just tell me what the hell is going on? I mean you obviously want me here for a reason, right?" Stefan asks Klaus as they both look at Rebekah. 

"Well, you have many useful talents. In fact, I learned some of my favorite tricks from you." Klaus informs Stefan.

~

1920s - Stefan's POV

"So Stefan, enlighten me. What makes you worthy of an Original like my sister? She's pure vampire and you're no more than a diluted bloodline." Klaus asks him as they all sit in a booth. Next to Stefan was Rebekah and next to Klaus was a beautiful girl named Kassandra and she was also an Original.

"Don't listen to him, Stefan. Nik's an elitist." Rebekah says to him as Klaus smirks and puts his arms around Kassandra who just chuckled at Klaus's words. 

"And where's the rest of your family?" He asks Klaus. 

"Well, let's see. Um, I killed most of them." Klaus stated matter-of-factly. 

"But not all," Rebekah remarked with a pout. 

"And you're ok with that?" Stefan asked her.

"Well, we all had the chance to choose a side. I chose the right one, eventually." Rebekah said and grabbed Klaus's hand. 

"And you? What about you?" Stefan turned his attention to the pretty brunette who was wearing a pale green dress and was looking down at her nails.

"Me? Well, I was always on the right side. Wasn't I, Nik?" She asked rhetorically and leaned closer to Klaus who kissed her temple and smiled at her. The girl gave Rebekah a side glance and smirked at her and Rebekah just rolled her eyes. 

They were then approached by a man who accused Stefan of being inappropriate with his wife and demanded to know where his wife was. Stefan Stefan told him to sit down and called for his wife.

When the woman, Lila, sat down, Stefan compelled her to cut herself and poured her blood into a glass. After dismissing the woman he compelled the man to drink his wife's blood.

~

"I was your number one fan," Klaus told Stefan as they walked toward the exit of the storage room. 

"Why should I believe any of this?" Stefan asks. Klaus compels the guard of the storage room to inform Rebekah to go to Gloria's bar and to offer himself to Rebekah as food when she wakes up.

"We know each other. You trusted me with one of your secrets. Now I'm gonna prove it to you." Klaus tells Stefan and informs him they're going to Stefan's old apartment. 

~

After visiting Stefan's old apartment, the two vampires went back to Gloria's bar. "Where's Rebekah?" Gloria asked them as she handed them both a bottle of beer.

"She'll be here. I can't just conjure her on demand." Klaus answered as he took a sip. He turns to Stefan and asks him what's wrong.

"This is why you asked me to be your wingman? Because you like the way I tortured innocent people." Stefan comments.

"Well, that's certainly half of it," Klaus says as he grabs a bottle.

"And what's the other half?" Stefan asked, curious.

"The other half, Stefan...is that you used to want to be my wingman," Klaus informed the other man as he poured them a drink. 

~

1920s - Klaus's POV

Stefan passes Klaus a shot. Klaus chugs it down in one go. "They're jealous. Your family wants you dead because they can never be what you are." Stefan says to him. 

"What? An abomination?" Klaus asks with self-loathing lacing his voice. 

"No...a king." Stefan corrects him and they both laugh. 

"Look at us. Two sad orphans." Klaus jokes. Stefan looks up where Rebekah and Kassandra are standing and talking. Rebekah looks down at Stefan.

"My sister fancies you, you know," Klaus informs Stefan who hums in acknowledgment. 

"But I should warn you, Rebekah doesn't do anything half-speed. That includes falling in love. Just be careful. She's totally mad." He tells Stefan and both men laugh. 

"I appreciate the advice," Stefan says as he takes another shot. 

"And when the point comes when she inevitably leaves you...she can't help it, it's just who she is, don't let your heart do anything stupid," Klaus adds.

Stefan thinks for a second then asks. "What about your other sister? Am I not her type or what?"

Klaus ponders the question and looks up at his youngest sister and sibling. "Kassandra is...more reserved, shall we say? She guards her heart viciously. It will take more than a handsome face for her to fall in love." He explains to Stefan who is now also looking at the beautiful brunette. She looks down at Stefan and gives him a small, polite smile.

"She knows that, sooner or later, she will have to let go. So, instead of going through an inevitable heartbreak, she lets no one in. She's different from Rebekah in that sense." Klaus adds. A silence falls between two men.

"You know what? You're a good friend, Nik. I'm glad I met you." Stefan says to him and raises his glass for Klaus. 

~

"So, I'm confused. If we were such great friends, then why do I only know you as the hybrid dick who sacrificed my girlfriend on an altar of fire? Huh?" Stefan asked. 

Klaus smiled. "All good things must come to an end."

~

1920s - Kassandra's POV

She and her older brother were sitting at a table while Rebekah was on the dance floor with Stefan. "Are you sure you don't want to dance, love?" Klaus asks her. She looks at him and shakes her head with a smile. 

"No, I'm good. But thank you for asking." She tells him as she plays with the pearls around her neck. "But it seems Bekah's having a fun time." She remarks with a smirk. They both look at Rebekah who is happily dancing with Stefan.

Then, the smile from Klaus's face disappeared and was replaced by a seriousness that only meant one thing - danger. "What is it, Klaus?" She asked him but he didn't respond. He looked around like he was searching for someone. 

"CHICAGO POLICE!" All of a sudden a rain of bullets falls over the bar. Klaus chugs his drink and grabs Kassie's arm as they move away from the table. She tries to look for Rebekah but can't seem to locate her in the frenzy. 

"Rebekah! Come on, we gotta go, sweetheart!" Klaus yelled across the bar as he kept a tight grip on Kassie's arm. Bekah appeared from behind the bar and Klaus grabbed her as well. Stefan asked what was going on but got no answer.

Klaus yells at both of them to go and pushes Bekah toward Kassie. "Come on, Bex!" Kassie says and grabs her sister and together they run out of the club, neither of them noticing that Rebekah's special necklace fell off of her in a hurry. What they also didn't witness was Klaus compelling Stefan to forget all three of them. 

~

"You compelled me to forget," Stefan said as Klaus finished telling him the story.

"It was time for my sisters and I to move on. Better to have a clean slate." Klaus admitted and chugged another shot. 

"But why?" Stefan wondered out loud. "You shouldn't have to cover your tracks. Unless you're running from someone." Stefan pieced the pieces of the puzzle together. 

"Story time's over," Klaus says and turns away. Stefan then turns his head left and sees his brother Damon at the other side of the bar. 

"I need another drink. A real one." Stefan says and walks out after his brother. 

Outside of the bar, Stefan warns Damon that he has to get Elena out of Chicago, lest Klaus finds out that Elena's survival is the reason why all of his hybrids failed. Damon leaves for the club to distract Klaus while Stefan talks to Elena. 

Elena tries to get Stefan to come back home, but Stefan refuses, telling her that her plan isn't gonna work. In the meantime, Klaus tries to kill Damon but is stopped by Gloria. 

Elena argues that this situation is the same as it was when Lexi found him in the 1920s and helped him. 

"And do you know what I did after that? I spent 30 years trying to pull myself together. To a vampire that's nothing. To you, that's half your life." Stefan says to Elena. She says that she won't give up on him.

"I don't wanna see you. I don't wanna be with you. I just want you to go." He tells her and walks away, leaving Elena heartbroken.

~

Klaus is back in the storage room where he kept all his coffins. He noticed that Rebekah's was empty meaning that she had awakened. He also noted the dead guard on the floor, further cementing the fact that Rebekah was now awake.

"Rebekah. It's your big brother. Come out, come out wherever you are." He said in a sing-song voice when all of sudden Rebekah appeared from nowhere and stabbed Klaus with the dagger.

~

1920s - Kassandra's POV

"Hurry up, Rebekah. Let's go." Klaus said as he opened the door of the truck. 

"He'll be here any second," Rebekah said as she looked out, waiting. 

"Do you wanna die? We've been found. We need to move." Klaus said to his younger sister.

"Not without Stefan," Rebekah said, refusing to move. Klaus told her Stefan was not coming. 

"What did you do?" Rebekah asked with tears in her eyes.

"Come on. We don't have time for one of your tantrums." Klaus said and grabbed Rebekah by her arm but she pulled away. 

"I don't want to run anymore Nik! All we do is run. I want to be with Stefan." Rebekah admitted. 

"Fine, then choose. Him or us?" Klaus says. Rebekah looked at him and Kassie. 

"Bekah, he's not worth it. Please, let's just get into the truck and go. Please." Kassandra pleaded with her older sister. Rebekah closed her eyes, not wanting to answer. 

"That's what I thought. Get in the truck. Let's go." Klaus said as he put his hand on Kassie's back and guided her toward the truck. 

"Goodbye, Nik," Bekah said. Kassie turned around in shock. There's no way Bekah was choosing Stefan over them!

"Bekah, you can't be serious. Him over us? Please, Bekah, just get in the truck. I beg you, please let's just-" She tried reasoning with Bekah but her words were cut short when Klaus daggered Rebekah out of nowhere, shocking Kassie. 

"Oh my god! Rebekah!" Kassie screamed as her sister's body became grey and desiccated and fell to the ground. She looked at Nik with tears in her eyes.

"How could you!? How could you!?" She yelled at him as tears fell down her face. He grabbed her forearms.

"You better get in the truck, now, or you'll be next. Do you understand me?" Klaus threatened. She looked up at him with rage and anger in her eyes, but ultimately she obeyed him, as she always did. 

~

Klaus pulled the dagger out of his heart. "Don't pout. You knew it wouldn't kill me." He said to a now awakened Rebekah.  

"No, but I was hoping it would hurt more," Bekah replied cooly. 

"I understand that you're upset with, Rebekah...so I'm gonna let that go, just this once. I brought you a little peace offering." Klaus tells her and then he tells someone to come in.

"Stefan..." Bekah whispered, shocked. 

"Now, you remember," Klaus says to Stefan who suddenly gained back all his memories from the 20s. 

"Rebekah..." Stefan said as he looked at the girl.

"Gloria tells me you know how to contact the Original witch," Klaus says as he walks over to his sister. "What do you have that Gloria needs?" He asks her. At that, Rebekah touches her neck. 

"Where's my necklace? What did you do with it? I never take it off." Rebekah asked with panic in her voice. Stefan gulps, knowing exactly where the necklace is. 

"Tell me that's not what she needs, Rebekah!" Klaus yells at her. She pushes him off and sprints to her coffin to search for her necklace. When she doesn't find it, she pushes her coffin and screams in frustration. 

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We see Kassie in a flashback! We won't see her in person for a couple of chapters, but I tried establishing her as a character and her relationships with other people so that you have a sense of who she is before we officially meet her. Hope you enjoyed it.

If you haven't already, you can read the prologue I already posted. The link is at the top.

Thank you so much for reading, If you have any opinions feel free to share!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What happened to this pack?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That once smug look on his face turned sour.

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

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

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

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

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

“Damon you might want to come here.”

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

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

“I need a favour.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

( No one cares about their banter. NEXT!)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Not About You - 49

Damon Salvatore x ofc

A/N: The end.

“I found it,” Gloria announced, drawing Lucy’s attention to her.

“Well, where is it?” Rebekah demanded.

“It doesn’t work like that. I get images that’s all. I’ll have to go back in.”

“So, do it,” Klaus said.

“It will take time,” Gloria insisted.

“We’ll wait.” Klaus’s jaw was tight and Lucy could tell he was reaching the end of his patience.

“I’m sure you would, but you’re harshing my ju-ju.” Gloria waved a hand through the air in dismissal.

“Let’s go. We can come back later,” Stefan suggested, patting Klaus on the back. “Besides I’m hungry.”

“The girl can stay. I can use her help.”

Klaus looked as if he wanted to argue as his gaze darted between Lucy and the witch. Rebekah elbowed him in the side. “Fine. We’ll return later. Nothing had better happen to her. Do you understand, witch?”

“I understand. Now get out.”

Klaus kissed Lucy’s temple then the three of them left.

“I think it time you and I had a chat.” Gloria gestured to the chair across from her.

Lucy sat cautiously, not entirely trusting the witch. She reached out and grasped Lucy’s hands in her own. “That hybrid half-breed compelled you. I can help.”

She thought about protesting. About pulling her hands away and leaving, but then she remembered the letter in her pocket. “Okay.”

“Close your eyes. This may hurt but it will go away after a moment.”

Lucy gave a slight nod and closed her eyes. She sucked in a breath and held it, preparing herself. The other woman began to recite the words for the spell in a soft voice. A tingling sensation ran through Lucy’s body as if it were waking up from being asleep for too long. Another moment later and excruciating pain tore through her head. Lucy screamed as her body convulsed. She tried to rip her hands away from the witch but the woman held on with an unnatural strength.

Finally, the pain eased and Lucy felt like she could breathe again. “What did you…” She didn’t complete the sentence as emotion swamped her. Aggravation. Fear. And love. So much love. Love for Elijah. But most of all, love for Damon.

Lucy pressed the back of her hand to her mouth as a sob left her. The things she’d done to him, said to him. He must be heartbroken. And Elijah. She’d just left him daggered on Klaus’s say so. Fuck him. Even as she had the thought, part of her felt bad for the hybrid. She was furious with him for compelling her, but she couldn’t deny that he had been genuinely kind to her. That didn’t mean she was going to let this shit continue.

“Thank you,” she told Gloria.

The other woman smiled and patted Lucy’s hands. “You’re welcome, child.”

“I need to make a call.”

“I thought you might. You go right ahead.”

She pulled out her phone, her hands shaking. She stepped away from the table as she called Damon. He answered on the second ring. “Yeah?”

Lucy smiled. He never checked to see who was calling. “Damon.” That was all she got out before she began to tear up.

“Lucy?” The shock was evident in his voice. “Are you okay? Has something happened?”

“I am so sorry.” And with those words she could no longer hold back her sorrow. Her shoulders shook with her sobs.

“Has something happened to Stefan?”

She shook her head even though he couldn’t see. She sucked in a breath as she struggled to gain control of her emotions. Damon kept spouting questions that she was unable to answer in her present state. Finally, she calmed enough to talk to him. “Damon,” she said again, stopping his rambling. She waited until he fell silent to speak again. “I love you.”

The silence stretched. When he spoke, his voice cracked with emotion. “Could you repeat that, please?”

Lucy let out a watery laugh. “I love you, Damon Salvatore.”

“Thank fuck you’re back, baby. God, I missed you.”

“I missed me, too. And I missed you. Even though I didn’t know you were what was missing, I felt it.”

“Where are you? I’ll come get you.”

“We’re still in Chicago, but I can’t just leave. Not without Stefan and Elijah.”

“Damn it, Lucy. It is not your job to save everyone. Stefan can take care of himself and Elijah is fine for the moment. Just come home.” Irritation and fear were heavy in his tone.

“I can’t, Damon. I’m back. All of me. That means I don’t leave my friends behind. I’ll be home as soon as I can.” She hung up without giving him a chance to reply. She also ignored the phone when it started to ring almost immediately.

The door opened and Lucy looked over, surprised to see Stefan had returned already. “Hey, Lucy. I need to have a word with Gloria. Why don’t you go get something to eat then give Klaus a call?”

“I’d rather rescue Elijah and head for home.”

He tilted his head to look her over. “Lucy?” he asked just as his phone began to ring.

“That’ll be your brother.”

Stefan glanced at his phone before frowning at her.

She grinned in response. “Got my brain back. Let’s go.”

***

Things hadn’t gone quite as planned. It was now three days later and Lucy still hadn’t seen Damon. She fidgeted in her seat as the private plane taxied on the runway.

Elijah chuckled. “He’ll be there, Lucy. I promise. Calm yourself.”

She nodded but said nothing. Once Stefan and she had awakened Elijah, the decision was made to meet their friends anywhere but Mystic Falls. Until they had some answers about what Elena’s survival had to do with Klaus not being able to make hybrids, it was better to avoid him. Elijah had generously paid for everyone that might be a target to leave Virginia. And they’d all split up.

Stefan and Caroline were touring the Tuscan countryside. Matt, Elena and Jeremy were somewhere in Canada. Jenna and Ric were spending some time in the Caribbean. No one knew where Bonnie disappeared to, but she took Tyler with her. Elijah had obviously stayed with Lucy and they were preparing to meet Damon in Greece. Lucy tapped her foot as she waited for the plane to park so she could finally see the love of her life again. It felt like an eternity since she’d seen his face.   

As for Klaus, well, Lucy had heard from him just before they boarded their flight. “Hello.”

“I didn’t think you’d answer, love.” His sad voice tugged at her heart.

“I probably shouldn’t have. I kind of missed your voice though.”

“You did?”

“You were mine once. Whether those feelings were real or not, it’s hard to just brush them aside. But Damon owns my heart and it’s time for me to go home.”

“But, you’re not home, sweetheart. Because I am standing in your home and there seems to be quite the lack of anyone that could actually be of assistance to me.” He didn’t sound angry. In fact, if she had to pinpoint his tone, she’d say he sounded almost amused.

“Then you got my note.”

He hummed in agreement. “And the necklace.”

She stayed silent not knowing what else to say. It was all in the letter she’d sent to Mystic Falls with Stefan.

“Why?” he finally asked.

“Why what?”

“Why do you care? You should hate me.”

“I told you, you were mine once. I think someday we could be friends again. As long as you don’t kill any of my family.”

The silence stretched again until he cleared his throat. “I’d like that, I think.” And that had been the end of their conversation.

Lucy brought her mind back to the present as the pilot came back to lower the stairs of the small plane. She glanced at Elijah and he smirked as he gestured for her to go ahead. She scrambled out of her seat and paused in the doorway as her eyes took in everything around them. There. Standing a short distance away was Damon. He wore sunglasses and had his hands shoved in his pockets as he waited.

She ran to him as quickly as she could and still pass for human. When she was close enough, she lunged at him and he caught her. If she were human, her ribs would be cracked from the force of his hold. She buried her face in his neck and inhaled the crisp, clean scent of him. Damon loosened his grip just enough to look her over and press kisses to her face. “Baby, I missed you so much. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

And as Damon held her tight once more, she realized that Klaus was wrong. Her home wasn’t in Mystic Falls. It was right here, holding her. And she was never leaving it again.

[tangleddd]

In the corner of Gloria's bar, Louise sat in a small booth and observed the crowd. She held the glass of bourbon the witch had poured for Damon earlier. She subconsciously traced a D on the table with her other hand. The brunette seemed to like it in the dark little booth, as far away from the other customers as possible. Nobody bothered her or seemed to realise she existed. But Klaus had noticed her, though. At the bar, Stefan and Klaus seemed in deep conversation. Klaus took note that Klaus wasn't drinking the scotch in her hand, rather smelling it. "Is there a reason she does that?" Stefan peered over his shoulder towards Louise before turning back to the hybrid. He shrugged. "She misses Damon. The scotch smells like him." Tangled Diaries 3.03 'The End of the Affair'