#mine: stefan and caroline

[forbescaroline]

235 FAVORITE SHIPS OF ALL TIME (ranked by my followers) 12. stefan salvatore and caroline forbes - the vampire diaries

[thegoodwltch]

This cage was once just fine... (inspo)

[schrutexbucks]

Are you worried that one day all the forest animals are gonna band together and fight back? I mean, surely they talk.

The Vampire Diaries S2 E2 Brave New World

one gifset per episode 24/171

[mikaelsonincorrectquotes]

Outfits

Tv Show " The Vampire Diaries "

S02 E03

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[sbd-laytall]

Yellowjackets | 2.05 | "Two Truths And A Lie"

The Vampire Diaries | 2.02 | "Brave New World"

[dyingroses]

Some TVD + text posts and stuff

[cuddlyreader]

Hi, different anon, but I just saw your ship rankings and was curious where you'd rank Stelena, Steroline, Klaroline and Spuffy on that same list? Above some of the ones you already ranked??

Hi!

I'm afraid not above them because I have hardcore preferred ships, but I do enjoy some of the ones here. So:

8. Klaroline 9. Spuffy 10. Steroline 11. Stelena

[lunajay33]

Target

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Summary: You’ve always been the quiet girl of the friend group between you Bonnie, Caroline and Elena, they convince you to go to the ball but when things go wrong Jeremy becomes your night in shinning armour

Pairing: Jeremy Gilbert x f!reader

Warning: Bullying

•Masterlist•

I grew up with my best friends, Elena, Caroline and Bonnie, they were all so outgoing and had no problem getting guys I mean Elena has two brothers in love with her and Matt still love her

But I was always the quiet one that no body seemed to take a second look at

“Come on y/n you have to go to the ball” Caroline whined as they all came and sat with me around the lunch table

“Oh I don’t know I don’t have a date”

“Who cares you can still have fun with us” Bonnie smiled

I shrugged with a little smile and they knew that was my way of saying yes

“Great you better be there tonight or we’re dragging you out of the house” Elena said as she ran off to Stefan

•

I tied up the back of my dress and did the final touches to my hair and makeup, breathing out a sigh of anxiety I got in my car and headed to the town ball, my dress a pale shimmer blue with a corset left over from my family as I was part of a founding family of this town

Parking my car I got out and walked towards the entranced where music was already started and people dancing around or sipping on champagne

Before I got inside I was stopped by a hand on my waist

“Well don’t you look beautiful” my heart skips a beat and I turn to see Jeremy Gilbert, the guy I’ve loved since we were kids but I know Caroline and Elena would judge me

“You look quite dashing yourself Jeremy” he smiles as he hooks his arm with mine leading me inside

“And where is your date tonight?” I ask surprised the hottest guys I town doesn’t have one

“Don’t have one, the girl I want to ask is forbidden” he says as he gives me a longing look as he leads me onto the dance floor taking my waist in one hand and my hand in the other and swaying to the music

“Do I know this mystery girl?”

“Oh you know her very well, she’s gorgeous, quiet, shy, oh and my sisters friend”

“Bonnie I assume” I sigh a bit upset

“No not Bonnie, she’s here tonight wearing a blue dress that makes me want to drool” my cheeks flush and I’m at a loss for words

As I open to say something back I’m interrupted

“Y/n what are you doing dancing with Jeremy, don’t tell me you were desperate enough for a date you ask your best friends little brother” Caroline mocks

“I….he was being nice he wanted to dance Caroline” I stutter, she could be really harsh sometimes

“That’s kind of pathetic using my brother” Elena chimes in, I look back up at Jeremy and he looks angry, he was always sweet to me that’s why I love him

“I’m sorry I just wanted to have fun” I said as I felt Jeremy’s warm hand on my lower back rubbing up and down

They took their glasses of champagne and doused me in it getting everyone’s attention completely embarrassing me

I turn and run outside as I hear them laughing, letting the tears fall when I get to the bench that over looks the lake

What did I do to make them hate me I thought we were best friends, would it be so wrong for me to love someone as nice as Jeremy

“Hey are you okay?” Jeremy asks as he sits next to me

“I guess, probably my fault anyways I know they like to pick on anything I do” his hand comes to pull me close to his chest

“It’s not your fault they’re just cruel and they’re not your friends if they treat you like that, you deserve someone who treats you like the princess you are”

“You’re just saying that because I’m soaked in champagne and my makeup is ruined”

“No im saying this because I love you” he says tipping my head up so I look at him

“You do?”

“Of course I do I’ve loved you from the moment Elena brought you over when we were young”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I didn’t want to make you chose”

“I love you too Jeremy, and after what just happened I don’t think I have to chose anymore” he leans down as he pulls me into a kiss deep and passionate, having been craving this forever

“I’ve wanted that for so long Angel”

“Me too now how about we get out of here and get some food and milkshakes”

“It would be my pleasure”

[cece693]

Hey so I wonder if you could do a story in the vampire diaries universe like Damon X male about how the reader was evil but he he saves Elena and he tells Elena to tell everyone he is sorry and that he has been avoiding them Kinda but he’s been a avoiding Damon the most because he knows Damon still loves and he wish the reader to talk to him and the rest is up to. By the way I love you vampire diaries story’s.❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

IT'S MY CHOICE TO FORGIVE YOU OR NOT

pairing: damon salvatore x vamp! male reader

The fresh blood in your lungs isn’t human—it’s Katherine’s, hot and metallic on your tongue after she’d tried to slit Elena open like a ripe peach. You still taste her when you push Elena behind the wrought-iron cemetery gate and snarl, “Run.” She does, stumbling over marble angels and dying roses, the moonlight fracturing across her tears. Katherine is already gone. You made sure of it—knocked her half-feral body into a crypt, drove the vervain-laced stake through her clavicle, hissed a warning that even she couldn’t mistake: touch Elena again and you’ll finish what death started in 1864.

You were about to disappear from the cemetery when the thunderous heartbeat of Elena caused you to turn towards the entrance. “Don’t you understand English? Run means get out of here. Danger is nearby. Do you have a death wish?”

Elena freezes halfway down the gravel path, chest heaving, brown eyes glass-bright in the moonlight. You smell fear on her—but also stubborn iron, the same streak that once made her slap Damon across the face and dare him to do better. “I know how to run,” she manages, voice shaking but firm. “I just…I needed to make sure you were okay.”

You huff; half laugh, half snarl. “I’m a century-old vampire who’s been shot, set on fire, and buried alive. I’ll survive a graze from my sister. You, meanwhile, have exactly one fragile heartbeat. Stop treating it like spare change.”

Elena steps closer anyway. “You saved my life. Why?” The word is soft but sharp enough to draw blood. “Last week you helped her lure Caroline into an ambush. The week before you nearly handed Bonnie to Silas on a platter. Now you’re playing guardian angel?”

“I don’t owe you any explanation. Be grateful I’m giving you breath to waste on questions.” The retort leaves your tongue bitten-off and bitter, but you cling to the sting; anger is easier than shame. You turn away, ready to vanish into predawn mist, but Elena’s hand closes around your wrist—a mortal's grip that still arrests you like silver chains.

“I am grateful,” she insists, “But gratitude doesn’t erase the bodies you helped Katherine pile up. If you want redemption, start by owning the why.”

The word redemption lands like holy water on raw flesh. You wrench free, yet you stay—because some small, wretched part of you still hopes she’ll believe the confession you’ve never voiced aloud.

“Fine,” you breathe, shoulders sagging. “Why? Because I finally remembered who taught me mercy before Katherine twisted it out of me. Damon.” His name cracks in your throat. “He once tore out a hunter’s heart because the bastard tried to carve me open, then spent the next week convincing me I still had one worth protecting. I forgot that lesson. Last night I remembered.”

Elena’s eyes soften. “So you saved me for Damon?”

“I saved you because he’d never recover if Katherine gutted you. And because—” your voice hitches “—the look on his face when he realizes I put you in harm’s way would have been worse than any stake. Now that you have your answer, help me by delivering a message. Tell Bonnie, Stefan, Caroline—even Jeremy—that I’m sorry. For everything I did while I was Katherine’s shadow. I know an apology won’t raise the dead or un-break a single bone, but it’s all I have left that’s mine to give. If they never forgive me, I won’t blame them. If they want retribution, tell them to aim for my heart and swing hard.”

Elena opens her mouth—hope, comfort, something blooming behind her eyes—but you raise a hand, halting the kindness before it can bruise you.

“And Damon?” she asks anyway, voice feather-soft.

“Tell him…” You swallow, feeling every century of memory crowd your lungs. “Tell him I’m returning the future he once imagined for us—the one I poisoned. He can keep it, burn it, drink it like bourbon—I just don’t deserve a sip.”

Elena’s eyes narrow—determined, not cruel. “That's not how he sees you. Even when you were working for Katherine and trying to kill us, he was the only one who thought you were worth saving. When we were all screaming for your head, Damon kept saying you were ashamed, not evil. He said the difference matters.”

A bitter laugh rasps out of you. “Shame can’t grow flowers on a grave, Elena.”

“Maybe not.” She folds her arms, chin lifting. “But it can stop you from digging another one. That’s what Damon believes, and—honestly?—he’s stubborn enough to make it true.”

You open your mouth to argue, but a new heartbeat churns through the darkness—steady, familiar, impossible to mistake. Damon steps into the wash of moonlight, leather jacket ghosting the marble angels, blue eyes locked on yours like a verdict already delivered.

“I keep hearing my name in vain,” he drawls, but the crooked smile misfires, too full of nerves to land cocky. “Thought I’d show up and defend my honor. And thank you Elena for texting me where you guys were because I was this close to interrogating every tombstone in Mystic Falls.”

Elena rolls her eyes, though warmth softens the gesture. “You two need to talk—without me playing referee.” With that, she turns and heads down the path, granting you privacy.

You keep your gaze fixed on the ground; meeting Damon’s eyes would make leaving that much harder.

“The least you can do,” he says, voice edged with a hiss, “is look at me.”

Moonlight razors across his cheekbones, sharpening every flicker of emotion you once traced with your lips. Anger smolders there, yes, but regret softens its edges, and hope—hope gleams like wet mercury, impossible to ignore. You force your gaze to hold his, teeth grinding. “Happy?”

“No.” Damon’s laugh is brittle. “I’ll be happy when you stop looking at me like I’m a priest handing down absolution you don’t deserve. You’re not the penitent, I’m not the confessor—we’re just two idiots who keep finding creative ways to break each other.”

“I am the penitent, Damon.” Your voice cracks. “While you were loving me, I was busy ferrying every secret you trusted me with straight to Katherine. I maneuvered you like a chess piece, pressed every button you ever showed me—until you broke. So yes, I’m the penitent. And if you’re smart you’ll let me keep walking before I ruin what’s left of you.”

Damon’s mouth twists—hurt, rueful, exasperated all at once. “Newsflash, Saint Self-Loathing: I was damned long before you swaggered into my eternity.” He moves closer, shadows rippling over the blue of his eyes. “Hell didn’t scare me then, and it sure as hell doesn’t scare me if you’re standing beside me now.”

You shake your head, spine colliding with cold marble. “You keep talking like we’re equal in sin, but you weren’t the one serving Elena up to the wolves. That was me.”

“Right,” he snaps, “the same me who spent a hundred years snapping necks for sport. The same me who once murdered an entire wedding party because the groom spilled my drink.” He spreads his arms. “Congratulations—you corrupted a monster. Gold star.”

“That’s not the point!”

“It is exactly the point.” Damon’s voice drops, rough with something tender. “We’re monsters, both of us. The only time that stops mattering is when one of us decides the other is worth saving anyway.” He steps closer—leather, bourbon, moonlight—until nothing exists outside the radius of his heartbeat. “I made that decision a long time ago. You don’t get to veto it just because it doesn’t fit your martyr narrative.”

“I don’t deserve your forgiveness, Damon.” The words claw out of you, tasting of rust and centuries-old regret. “You can hand it to me on a silver platter, wrap it in velvet, brand it on my skin—I’m still unworthy. I…I sold you for scraps of Katherine’s affection. I knew how badly you feared being abandoned, and I abandoned you anyway.”

Damon’s jaw flexes, but he doesn’t flinch. “You were poisoned,” he says evenly. “That’s what Katherine does—she finds the rot and feeds it until it’s the only thing you taste.”

“I swallowed it,” you choke. “I tilted my head back and let her pour it down like communion wine. Who chooses that, Damon? Who looks at someone who loves them—truly loves them—and decides betrayal is better?”

“I did,” he murmurs. The admission hangs between you, thin as frost and just as lethal. “I chose rebellion over Stefan, revenge over Elena, blood over innocence—over and over. You’re not special for falling; you’re special for wanting to climb back out.”

“But I can’t give you certainty.” Shame scalds every syllable. “What if the rot’s still in me? What if one day I wake up and it’s easier to be the villain again?”

“Then I’ll remind you of nights like this,” he says, voice low as thunder over distant hills. “I’ll drag you back kicking and screaming if I have to. Then you’ll apologize again, I’ll punch a wall, we’ll have truly spectacular makeup sex, and life goes on.” He shrugs, but there’s steel under the tease. “I’m not fragile, and neither is what’s between us.”

“But the others—Caroline, Bonnie—”

“Can set me on fire in alphabetical order.” His thumb brushes your cheekbone, wiping a tear. “Do you honestly think I give a damn what they call me as long as you call me yours?”

Your resolve fractures. “I still love you,” you whispered.

“I know. Now say you’re sorry.”

A shaky exhale. “I’m sorry, Damon. For leaving you, for every lie I let Katherine tell through me, for making you wonder if any of it was real.”

“Good.” He tugged you forward until foreheads touched. “Next time, deliver the apology before you try to vanish.”

“Next time?” A huff of self-derision escaped you. “Planning ahead already?”

“Absolutely.” A half-smile crooked his mouth. “Because step two is convincing the Scooby Gang you’re not the devil. Spoiler: they’ll hate it. We’ll bring donuts.”

A startled laugh broke from you—wet, involuntary. Damon’s arms slid around your waist, anchor-steady. You pressed your face against the damp leather of his jacket and let the sound turn into a sob. He held it, held you, until your shoulders stopped shaking.

[mystic-klaus]

𐙚 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜

𐙚 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𐙚 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜.

“Have you found your perfect gift for Damon yet?” Caroline teases as she sits down next to you, “Or are you still on the hunt for it, because you know Christmas is like, literally tomorrow?”

You shake your head, “No, I think I found it.”

“Oooh! Tell me tell me!” She begs as her hands grip your arm and you smirk, “I would, if I knew he wasn’t-“ you turn your head, your voice growing louder, “Listening right outside the door!”

The door swings open and Damon walks in, “Whoa, okay. No need to yell.” He smirks as he walks up behind you. You look up at him and smirk as he leans down to kiss you, “Not that you care or anything, Blondie, but I have found the perfect gift for, y/n, as well.”

She squints, “It’s not an ugly sweater, is it, Damon?”

He scoffs, “Me and ugly do not belong in the same sentence, so watch yourself.. But, no. It is not an ugly sweater.”

You smile, “Whatever it is, I just know that mine is better.”

“I’ll take that challenge.” He smirks and points, “Stefan and I are going to run into town, need anything while I’m gone?”

“Oh! Can you pick up-“

Damon cuts Caroline off, “Wasn’t talking to you.”

Caroline scoffs and looks at you. You nod and look at Damon, “Can you pick up some orange juice and champagne?”

Damon squints and rolls his eyes, “Well played.”

You smile, “I love you!”

“Yeah yeah, I love you!” Damon smiles and walks out and you look at Caroline, “Hold on.” You wait until you hear the door shut and you sigh, “I think I’m going to let Damon drink my blood.”

“That-“ she raises her brows, “That’s like a really.. intimate act for vampires, you know that right?”

You nod, “That’s why I want to do it. I love Damon, Care, and I just-“ you shrug, “I think it will bring us closer.”

“The only way Damon and you get closer is if he literally wears your skin.”

You cringe at her words, “That’s.. so weird.”

She sighs, “Yeah..” she shakes her head, “Sorry, but you know what I mean.” She looks back at you, “So, anyway. Are you going to like make it all sexy?”

“What- how would I even do that?” You tilt your head and she shrugs, “I don’t know, sexy nightgown, candles lit, soft music playing in the background?”

“Actually.. that’s not a bad idea.” You bite your lip, “You up for a shopping trip?”

“Um.” She stands up, “Always!”

┈┈┈┈

Christmas was filled with laughs, cheer, and all things merry.

All you could think about was the ending to this perfect day.

“Any reason as to why you’ve been so quiet this last hour?” Damon whispers in your ear, and you can’t help but smile, “No.” you turn your head, pressing your lips to his, “Just thinking about the gift I haven’t given you yet.”

“Oh there’s more?” He hums lowly, “I thought the custom bottle of bourbon, the dress shirts and a weekend getaway was all there was.” He smirks and you shake your head, “Nope. Just one more thing, but I can’t really give it to you right now.”

He raises his brows and you nod, “Just you wait Damon Salvatore.”

“Not much sure how much waiting I got left in me, baby.” He presses a kiss to your cheek and you snuggle back into him, “Just a little bit longer.”

Eventually everyone started to leave and you and Damon found yourselves upstairs in his room.

“Whoa.” He turns around, eyes glancing over all of the lit candles, “I take it this is where the last part of my gift comes into play?” He slides his hands over your waist, “Because if so, I am more than ready to accept it.”

“I’m sure you are.” You smirk, pressing a kiss to his lip, “Just, go get comfortable. I’ll be right back.” You walk backwards towards the bathroom, laughing at Damon’s confusion, “Just, trust me. Okay.”

He nods and watches as you close the door.

You turn around, stripping out of your clothes and you slip on the sexy black nightgown you bought with Caroline the day before.

You walk over to the mirror, fluffing up your hair before taking a deep breath. You walk over to the door, gripping the doorknob before pulling the door open.

Damon’s brows shoot up, “Wow, I-“ he tilts his head, “wow.”

“You said that already.” You laugh slightly as you walk over, climbing up onto the bed. Damon reaches out, dragging his fingers up and down your bare thigh, “I don’t know if me saying anything else would ruin the moment or not. You look like you need to say something.”

“I do.” You sit up, moving to lay next to him and he nods, “Okay?”

You look up at him, laying your hand on his neck, “I love you, Damon.”

“I love you.” He grips your hand and brings your palm to his lips, pressing a kiss into your skin, “So much.”

You move your hands from his lips to his eyes, “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking this year, mainly on how I can show you just how much I love you and..” you bite your lip and Damon smirks, “What did that pretty little mind come up with, sweetheart?”

“I want to give you my blood.”

He licks his lips, “What?”

“I want you to drink from me, Damon. I know how intimate and special blood sharing is for vampires, and I just thought that.. that is the perfect thing I can do to show you that I love and ca-“

Your words are cut off by his lips on yours.

He pulls away and you look at him, “is that you saying yes?” Damon nods, “only if you’re sure about it.” You press your lips to his, “Damon, I’ve thought about this for months.”

He kisses your lips, moving down your neck and gently presses kisses down your arm, “I love you.” He looks up at you, “I love you so much, and you know I’d do anything in my power to keep you from any kind of danger.” He presses a kiss to your hand, “Harm.”

You run your hand through his hair and nod, “I know, and I trust you more than I’ve trusted anyone in my life.” You slowly move your wrist up to your lips and bite into your skin.

Damon’s eyes grow darker, the veins flowing out from under his eyes, “My god, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

He gently takes your wrist, licking his lips before he leans in towards you.

You gasp as he brings his lips to your skin, biting your lip as he groans lowly. He looks up at you, locking eyes as he drinks from the one thing he valued most in this world.

Your hand runs through his hair, tugging gently as your head slowly tilts to the side. Your lips part as a quiet gasp escapes through.

It was like nothing you had ever seen or felt before.

It was another level.

Damon lifts his head, resting your wrist gently in your lap as he licks his lips clean, “You taste..” he sighs, “I’ve literally had nothing that taste as good as what I just had.”

You blink slowly as a small smile forms on your lips, “I love you, I hope this showed it.”

“It showed me everything, baby.” He reaches up, tucking hair behind your ear, “I am never letting you go.”

He pulls you in for a kiss, and he can’t help but to chuckle, “So, you may not believe this, but I was actually going to ask you the same thing, you know, minus the candles because I actually didn’t even think about that..”

“Are you serious?” You raise your brows and laugh slightly, “Maybe we are truly meant for one another.”

He smiles, “I’ll give you everything, y/n.”

You nod, “You are my everything.” You lean in, pressing your lips to his and he slides his hand to rest on your neck, “Y/n y/l/n, will you do my the honor, and drink from me?”

You smile, “I would be honored to.” You lick your lips, watching as he bites his wrist and lays it in your hands.

He watches as you pull it to your mouth, groaning lowly as you suck, “That’s it.” He whispers, “You look so beautiful.” He gently brushes hair from your face, his eyes staying locked on yours.

You interlock your fingers with his, eyes fluttering closed and snapping right back open to look at him.

His head rests back on the headboard, lips parted as his hand rests on your head. His voice is quiet whisper, “Beautiful, baby.”

You lift your head, swiping away the corner of your mouth and licking the blood off, “I think I love you even more now.”

Damon smirks, “Feelings mutual, baby.” He wraps his arms around your waist, “Come here.”

𐙚 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𐙚

[aarchengel]

Making Her Mine

Summary: Rebekah compels Elena to reveal her feelings for you and now your trust is betrayed. Rebekah seizes this opportunity to warm up to you as she has always found you attractive. Hanging out with her escalates to a make-out session as you relish your newfound feelings for her...

Smut, angst, a lil' bit of fluff

Elena cheating on the reader, Elena slander

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A/N: This is the first time I've published smut. I hope it's fine (I know it's horrible) otherwise just forget this happened... do let me know if you liked it. Happy reading!

Rebekah Mikaelson X Fem!Reader

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Rebekah was dragging Stefan by the arm to the high school library and you trailed behind them, compelled to do as the Original said.

Elena, your girlfriend of two years, gasps and stands up at your arrival. "Stefan, Y/N..."

You shot her a confused look, not understanding why was she so shocked.

Rebekah shot at the brunette. "Did I say you could move?" Elena shot her an exasperated look as she slowly sat down and you moved to sit near her.

She circled you people and spoke loudly in her accented voice. "Class is in session. You know the rules. Answer my questions honestly. No disobedience, no one leaves. April, my sweet, take notes. That's how you get answers in this town."

Her gaze lingered on you, which made you feel nervous and fidgety. Sure, you didn't show it, but she was a thousand-year-old vampire who could kill you in the blink of an eye, who was currently eyeing you like a predator would do to its prey. "In the year 1114, my brother learned, thanks to yours truly, about a brother of vampire hunters with tattoos that grew with each kill. These tattoos revealed what, Elena?"

"A map" your girlfriend answered, looking down. "Which led to... Caroline?"

"A cure for vampirism."

"Perfect. So we're all caught up. Stefan Salvatore, the last time we saw each other, you had a vampire hunter. But in order to decode the map, you need the location of the hunter’s sword, which you got out of me by using some very dirty tricks. Assuming you found the sword, you also found the cure… and you’re all still vampires. Something went wrong."

She looked at April. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, you asked me to take notes."

Rebekah sighed. "Oh, I wasn't being literal, darling. But now that you mention it, a flow chart would be nice. Which means index cards and push pins. Go fetch." The teen left.

At that very moment, the blonde Original appeared oh-so-tempting to you. The way she exercised control over all of you made you feel hot all over. It has happened quite a few times before. But you were with Elena and you had no tolerance for cheaters. There was just something about Rebekah that has always piqued your interest, but then again, loyalty was the most important thing for you. No one else but Elena had a place in your heart all this time.

Stefan grew irritated and straightened up. "You're wasting your time. We don't know anything."

"So you just gave up? I thought you'd do anything to save Elena. Y/N?"

Suddenly, all eyes in the room stared at you. The tension was so thick, you though a chainsaw was needed to cut through it. You sensed something bad and grew antsy under their collective gazes. "Why are you all staring?"

No answer. "Guys...?"

Rebekah spoke again. "I'm missing something. What is it?"

No one spoke. "I asked you what happened. You have to tell me."

Finally, the younger Salvatore brother spoke. "Elena slept with Damon."

You whipped your head around to look at the mentioned brunette. Hot, white rage was all you felt thrumming in your veins. You were known for your calm demeanor and excellent control over anger, but it was getting really difficult not to claw the doppelganger's eyes out. "What is the meaning of this?!"

The doe-eyed Gilbert just looked down and spoke nothing. She knew how much your relationship meant to you. She knew that once your trust is betrayed, it's over. She knew that loyalty was the most important thing in the entire world to you. And yet she chose to disrespect you. It made you feel so pathetic. Another victim of the Petrova charm putty in the doppelganger's paws. What a bitch. Your eyes burned with hot tears, threatening to fall down. Your throat choked and tightened, making it impossible for you to say another word. No. You thought. You wouldn't shed your tears for a cheater. Tears are so precious; blood flows from the body, tears flow from the soul. Never in your entire life you had felt so insulted and betrayed. I am going to ruin them, you thought. No, I mustn't waste a moment of my life on these worthless assholes. You decided the latter was a better option. No one was as crafty and cruel as you when it came to revenge. You would be consumed by the fire of vengeance. God, you thought you sounded like you were going on a bloodbath. But that's the dark beauty of you...

You subtly took a deep breath and leaned back, your face a stone-cold mask in which even the most observant couldn't find a crack. You felt Rebekah's searing gaze in your bones. And in some way, it made you feel safe. And damn you when you didn't know why...

"So vampire Elena is a trollop who likes bad boys, but it doesn’t explain why sweet, loving, innocent Elena could be so heartless towards Y/N. How could she hurt her like that? Answer, please." The Original said, looking at Stefan.

He sighed as he spoke. "She didn't know it at the time, but she was sired to Damon."

Rebekah smirked. "A sire bond? That’s fascinating. And what do you think about that, Elena?"

Elena spat at her, "I think you’re sad. And bored. And in desperate need of a hobby."

It angered but didn't deter the blonde. She compelled the Gilbert. "You're hiding something. Fess up."

"I didn’t sleep with Damon because I’m sired. I slept with him because I’m in love with him," she spoke in such a way as if she were proud of what she'd done. That was the last straw.

"Fuck you." You spat with so much hatred and venom, that no more words were needed to convey the message: we're over. Then you spun on your heel and stormed out, carrying a kaleidoscope of emotions and the weight of Rebekah's lingering gaze.

You didn't know it at the moment, but you and Elena breaking up might just be the best thing that has happened to the Mikaelson...

It was nearly midnight, and you were at your house alone. You ate an entire tub of vanilla ice-cream, and now you were feeling guilty about it. You could have downed that bottle of Jack and Daniel hidden in your closet, but you decided you were not going to surrender to Damon's coping mechanisms.

Your room looked like a lowkey brothel, complete with silk sheets, roses, scented candles, and dim lighting. Hell, you were dressed in flimsy lace pyjamas, finding them extremely comfortable. But in your taste, it was a much-deserved self-care session.

Flipping through the pages of an erotic novel for the past hour, you got bored. It was so smutty, all the protagonists seemed to do was have sex. You grew irritated, your sex life was in shambles.

Suddenly, the bell rang. At this odd hour, you thought it would be Caroline stopping by with some ridiculously expensive cosmetics for a girl's night in, a not-so-subtle attempt of hers to comfort you. You might've hated Caroline at the moment for keeping Elena's secret, but you guessed you could live with it.

Every pore of your being protested when you rose, wrapped your robe around yourself and climbed down the stairs to open the door. The last person you were expecting to show up on your door was Rebekah Mikaelson.

Your heart skipped a beat. She looked so hot. Like get on your knees right now hot in those tight jeans and spaghetti top. For the first time ever, you could admire her classic, almost divine, beauty without any inhibitions or restrictions. For the first time, you really seemed to take her in. And gods, she was a sight for sore eyes. And damn you for wanting to bite that red lip and tear off her clothes.

You snapped out of it when she smirked. The look in her eyes made you weak in the knees. You knew that she knew of the effect she had over you.

You cleared your throat. "Rebekah, was an entirely unexpected surprise. How can I help you?"

She smiled. "Well, for starters, you could invite me inside..."

You knew it was dangerous. But you were so desperately praying for something to happen. You didn't care about the consequences. You wanted her so bad, you felt it in your bones, the desire running deep in your veins.

"Alright, would you like to come in?"

She looked surprised for a moment that you gave in so easily. But then she smiled wide and said, "I would love to." Then she stepped inside. Your heart hammered crazily in anticipation.

"Where shall I keep these?" She asked, holding up her arms. Then you noticed that she had a couple of bags looped in her arms. "I brought wine and something to munch."

You softened. "Oh, you didn't need to..."

"Oh, of course I do." She smiled softly.

You helped her with the bags to the kitchen. "Rebekah, this is a lot..." you began but she waved you off. You couldn't believe that an Original vampire was in your house in the middle of the night, who brought very costly wine and snacks to last an entire month. The blonde standing in front of you was the supposed nemesis of your friends, but what happened today was your defense.

"But why?"

"Well, that doppelganger bitch hurt you, and I was the one who meddled and you found out like this. So I guess I owed you one."

"No, no! I owe you one. I probably wouldn't have known for a longer period of time and that would've been so pathetic."

"Still... well, I hate her and you do too. So I thought that it's not such a bad idea to bond over our mutual loathing for her and maybe plot our revenge?" She said with that cute little smirk, making me laugh.

"Do you want to watch a movie?"

"Nothing cheesy."

"You think so? Elena ought to be the cheesiest girlfriend ever."

She rolled her eyes. "Thought so,".

"Come on,"

You guided her upstairs to your bedroom, and you were really, really nervous. Your heart was beating so loudly that you knew all too well that she could hear it.

Rebekah was in a frenzy of lust and excitement. She'd dreamt of this a little too many times and now it was real. You were the loveliest creature she'd ever encountered and she thought that you were really strong, funny and protective. And she really seemed to enjoy the not-so-decent outfit you were clad in.

The blonde glanced around your room and smirked in an almost-appreciative way. You felt a bit embarrassed about your clothes and your room, but hey, we all have those moments.

You put on a thriller on your laptop as you both sat comfortably on your post bed, with a huge bowl of chips to snack on.

About an hour must have passed in comfortable silence, and your dirty thoughts were put to rest for a while too as you focused on the complex plot of the movie. Then your patience was about to be tested.

An intimate scene was displayed on the screen and you froze. You became antsy as your thighs came in contact with Rebekah's hand. The tension in the room could be cut through with a knife. Your unbridled lust and roaring desire for her was consuming you and you couldn't control yourself as you turned to face her.

She was thinking the same thing as you and your lips collided. Your tongues fought for dominance as you explored every corner of her mouth, her doing the same.

It was a passionate, rough, and all-consuming kiss that had you moaning in her mouth and both of you had your eyes closed in bliss. She cupped your face while your hands tangled themselves in her golden locks.

It was so exhilarating, and you had just kissed... you were almost scared to know where the night would lead you.

Your lungs burned for oxygen but kissing her seemed the best way to die. Finally, you parted, gasping for air.

"That was..." you began, panting.

"Amazing," she finished, holding your eyes. You leaned in for another kiss, but she beat you to it. You kissed her senseless and your hands seemed to have a mind of their own as you began undressing her. Kissing her was your new favourite thing to do.

Her lips moulded perfectly into yours. The purpose of your life was to be hers, and at that very moment, everything was forgotten. She followed your actions and undid the flimsy lace and pushed you down, making you lie down.

The two of you were completely bare as your eyes met. You could drown and die in the blue ocean of her eyes. It was like being reborn. Her eyes held a challenge, promised an adventure and you reveled in the anticipation, the thrill and in her amorousness.

She raked her eyes all over your body and your every pore, every limb shook in bliss and ecstasy. "Damn, you're gorgeous..."

You smiled in satisfaction at her words and pulled her down to mesh your lips together.

Her lips slowly moved down to your neck, kissing and biting, leaving a trail of love bites all over. Lewd, wet sounds filled your ears as you flushed. She was a heady mixture. Slowly, very slowly, she moved down to the little dent at the base of your neck, then placed ticklish, feather-light kisses on your prominent collarbone. She kissed and licked through the valley of your breasts, down to your navel and your sensitive lower stomach.

She placed kisses along your waistline, making you gasp and moan into the silk-covered pillows. Your toes curled in pleasure when you felt her hot breath fanning over your womanhood. She had barely begun and you were already dripping wet.

The blonde moved down to kiss your inner thighs. So close but not giving you what you want.

"Rebekah, please..." you pleaded with her. Her eyes were a mixture of lust and amusement. "Please what?"

"Touch me!"

"Where?" She was such a tease. You grew frustrated and you grabbed her hand and guided it between your parted thighs. A loud, throaty gasp escaped your mouth as her fingers worked their magic upon your wet, slippery folds. You almost tore the sheets your fingers were gripping and you buried your face into the pillows to muffle your moans. But you decided against it. You wanted her to hear you. You wanted her to know just how good she was making you feel. Your body was so responsive to her touches .

Just then, her fingers hit that spot and you cried out in pure pleasure. You felt the pleasure building up and the sounds leaving your mouth resonated in every nook and corner of your house.

"Do you want me to stop?" she questioned innocently, but you knew all too well. "Shut up," you barely managed to say between your uncontrollable moans.

You wanted to tell her that you were going to reach your release, but the pleasure was too much and all you could think about was how good she was.

You started shaking and almost screaming as you reached your precipice. You quite literally saw stars as you came. Rebekah's gaze upon you was that of pure worship as she licked her fingers which were coated with your arousal. Then she leaned in to kiss you deeply and you could taste yourself on her lips. "You're so pretty..." she whispered, almost as if in a daze. You smiled and grabbed her my the arms, helping her lie down.

"My turn now," you spoke, aspiring to make her feel as good as she made you feel. You pulled her in for another searing kiss as you parted her thighs. Moving down, you maintained eye contact as you stuck out your tongue and tasted her. You'd never heard anything sexier than the gasp that left her lips when you did.

Soon, your tongue circled and lapped over her folds. Her throaty moans were music to your ears. You pulled back just when she was about to reach her high, deciding to use your fingers. Her sweet moans might as well would've been heard by the neighbours as you pleasured her all night long and to the breaking of dawn.

You both lay bare barring the sheet covering you as you watched the sun rise. To you, it felt surreal and as if it were a dream.

"I've wanted this for so long," Rebekah softly confessed. "When I met you first, I thought you were really pretty, like a royal. Your wit and wordplay is unmatched. I love how strong you are, how you don't need anyone to fight for yourself and how you're so ambitious. But you were with Elena and-" you silenced her with a kiss.

"You've no idea for how long I've wanted this too. But I'm afraid that with the arrival of the dawn, I'd wake up and all of this would be nothing but a dream." You spoke softly.

"Trust me, your screams last night were very real,"

You laughed as you kissed her. She pulled you into her arms for another round. And sure enough, the hickeys covering you were very real...

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Mikaelson's Gilbert

Part 3

Walking into the Grill I can see Elena sitting with Damon, Stefan and Caroline. I knew Elena left the house but she wouldn’t tell me where she was going, she knew I wanted to head to the Grill to get some lunch, why wouldn’t she just tell me everyone was meeting up here? I ignore them and go and order my food and find a quiet booth to sit in, I can see Damon spare me a singular glance before he returns to their conversation. Damon is the only one who always notices me, only because he makes it a habit to know who is in every room. I suppose after almost 200 years you tend to pick up some paranoid habits. 

Once my food comes I block everyone around me out and do what I came here to do, eat my lunch in peace and read my book. Always being alone you find ways to entertain yourself, books have been a favourite of mine since I was a kid. I should feel embarrassed sitting on my own knowing my sister and almost all of my friends are a few tables over but won’t extend me an invitation to sit, but I don’t if anyone wants to judge me for sitting by myself and not with Elena and her little cult then they can judge her for all she’s put me through our whole lives. 

Just as I’m about to really get lost in my book, food long gone, I see them walk in. Elijah and the eyes that I must have felt that day at the Mikaelson mansion. They haven’t seen me yet and I take the chance to look at them. Each time my eyes pass over one of them a sense of calm and belonging washed over me. I don’t know why I’m feeling this and if I’m being really honest with myself I don’t really care. This is the first time in years that I’ve had a break from the constant state of anxiety my life has been. I’ve learned to cope and manage it, but this, this is the first time I’ve been completely free of it. I quickly look away when I see Elijah catch my eye.

I look back into my book and try to pretend I didn’t see them. My attention is completely back into the book and my mind is consumed by images coming to life off the page when I feel someone standing beside me. Looking up I can see Elijah standing over me seemingly reading whats in my book. I quickly close it before he can read any more, not wanting him to know what kind of books I read. I look up at him, slight blush on my face from the thought of him having read quicker than I could close a book.

“Elijah, what can I do for you” I say hoping he’s just here to ask a question about my sister so he can leave me to my embarrassment. While I’m waiting for him to answer I can see his brothers behind him trying to act like they aren’t watching, but they most definitely are. I try to catch the chuckle before it escapes but I fail. The look on their faces when they realise I see them watching is priceless.

“ I just came to see how you are after our conversation the other day, and to extend an invitation: he says as calmly as ever, making me believe he didn’t read any further into my book.

“I’m fine I suppose, and an invitation? To what?” I am confused. What could he possibly invite me too of all people.

“I’m glad you are well Elskan, and my family and I would like to invite you to a ball we are hosting” he says while handing me a card with all the details of said ball on it.

“ your family?” I say confused why his family would be inviting me after what I said about their mother.

“My brothers and I wish for you to join us, think about it Elskan” he says walking off before I can even respond.

His brothers and him wish for me to join them at the ball? Last I knew Klaus had a thing for Caroline. She was always complaining about his gifts and drawings he left for her, but then she displayed them in her room. Most of the time I just wish she’d make up her mind and stop stringing him along. I would have thought Klaus would ask Caroline. Perhaps he is still planning on it and they just want me there to find out what I know about their mother. For some reason the thought of Klaus still asking Caroline to the ball hurts. I try to ignore it, it’s not my place to feel hurt by it. 

As I’m getting ready to leave the Grill I can see Damon looking at me. He looks pissed, like he wants to kill me. I never know what I’ve done wrong with him, he always finds any way to be angry at me for something.

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The Vampire Diaries S1 E17 Let The Right One In

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Stefan Salvatore x Witch!Male Reader

YOU LIKE WHAT YOU SEE?

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Genre: nothing (for now..)

Season: 1 or 2 (beginning)

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

1.23 PM: Thursday

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

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