#stefan salvatore fanfiction

[cains-daughters]

dating stefan salvatore headcannon (pt 1?)

needed to start my own fanfict page to scratch my own nasty, daydreaming mind because i'm rewatching my fave shows/movies n im obsessed (sorry for typos its 2am n i dont care)

warning: some nsfw shit, minors go away

he's literally the type of guy that your grandma wants you to marry

he feeds the sapiosexual bitches; conversations with him are so fucking intellectually stimulating and while he's talking about a topic/explaining it, you're just staring at him like "this man is so damn smart... I need to ride him" (lol)

has history teacher vibes/has teacher kink vibes sorry but he would def see how turned on you get while he's talking and use it to his advantage

slow mornings with stefan>>>>>>

hearing "good morning baby" as he's stretching/getting closer/putting his arm under your tits to hug you while you're still in bed😵‍💫😵‍💫

he will def love to spend alone time with you, just being in each others solitude while being in the same room reading, writing, drinking coffee or just thinking

you basically give him the opportunity to create more peace and silence in his life in between all crazy shit

because you're not in the supernatural world, he would try so fucking hard to protect you from even knowing of it. will even compel you without thinking at the beginning if you find out and would confess everything if it puts you in a life threatening situation

people will use this to their advantage but somehow he got Damon to be protective over you and you will have both of their protection

Damon can't stand how you complement each other, he feels like having two Stefans giving him advice but he mostly listens to you because you're hot to him lmao

When you first met Damon all he could do is disrespectfully flirt with you just to make Stefan mad

Stefan writing you poems, novels and dedicating journals for you in which he writes love letters (I NEED HIMMM)

he loves slow, deep, intimate makeout sessions. having you on his lap or sitting infront of him while he's holding you with one hand on the lower back and another one on the back of your head guiding you while he grips your hair not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to want him to face fuck you <3

he's dominant, he truly enjoys leading you and not just sexually, he will always be giving you non-sexual dominance like guiding you in crowded spaces, makes decisions for you if you need assistance, will be watching you/making eye contact with you if not together in the same room

he loves having you sit on his feet while your head rests on his lap and he caresses your face and plays with your hair (I NEEEED HIIIMMMMMUGHHHHH) (also this gives me Klaus/Elijah Mikaelson vibes im dead)

im so tired, but i will sleep thinking about our daddy Stefan Salvatore AMEN and i wanna write more shit PEACE

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{Stefan Salvatore x F!Reader} Request {Anon}: I was thinking smth along the lines of Stefan coming home hoping to find reader awake, but instead they’d gone to bed without him. He’d been riled up for most of the day and was waiting to come to them to satisfy that, and seeing as he and reader had previously discussed the possibility of trying out sex while sleeping he thought this could be a good opportunity to test the waters. This was just my first thought for the plot, but it’s totally up to you!

1.5k words - Kinks: Stefussy being Stefussy, somnophilia (consensual), breeding kink & praise kink...

Another chaotic day in Mystic Falls had finally come to a close and Stefan was exhausted. He couldn't wait to get home, pour himself a glass of bourbon and spend the rest of the evening cuddled up next to you. It's been so long since the two of you have been able to have some alone time, and he was going to savor every second of it.

When Stefan walked into the boarding house, it was completely dark, not a single light was on, but he could hear your soft breaths from your shared bedroom. When he walked up the stairs, he noticed that the door was slightly cracked.

He entered the bedroom quietly, taking off his shirt and pants, throwing them in the laundry basket and then walked over to the bed. He smiled when he saw you, curled up under the blankets, your hands tucked under your head. He pulled back the covers, revealing the fact that you were only wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties.

A few nights ago, after a glass of wine or two, you and Stefan talked about what the other liked. You told him that you were curious about trying sex while you were sleeping. You said you thought it would be hot, not knowing what was going to happen to you while you slept.

He knew this was the perfect opportunity to fulfill your fantasy. So he gently ran his fingers up your thighs, enjoying the feeling of your warm, soft skin. He slipped his hand underneath your shirt, cupping one of your breasts in his hand and gently massaging it, his thumb brushing over your nipple, making it pebble. You let out the softest little whimper, and it went straight to Stefan's cock.

"Let's get you out of these," he whispered, tugging on the hem of your panties, slowly sliding them down your legs, and tossing them on the floor. "Such a good girl for me, baby."

You let out a quiet sigh, shifting slightly in your sleep and rubbing your thighs together, seeking any sort of friction. He placed his hand on your knee, pushing your legs open slightly, slowly dipping his hand down towards your core.

"Stef...," you whimpered, letting out a soft moan when he brushed his fingers over your clit.

"I've got you, baby," Stefan whispered, he leaned against the headboard and pulled you closer, resting your back against his chest and wrapping an arm around your waist. Trying his best not to wake you just yet.

You whimpered, your hips bucking into his hand, and Stefan smiled. He was glad to know that even when you were sleeping, your body still reacted to him.

"I'm gonna open you up now, okay lovely?"

You nodded in your sleep, letting out another moan. Stefan dipped his fingers down to your cunt, gently pressing a finger into your pussy, and groaning at how tight you were. Your hips jerked and Stefan let out a deep breath, "such a good girl."

"More," you whined. Stefan grinned, gently adding a second finger, his cock getting impossibly hard as he watched his fingers slide in and out of you, your body accepting him so easily.

"God, I can't wait to get inside of you, darling. You feel so good around my fingers," Stefan praised. He continued fingering you, his hand on your hip keeping you in place as you squirmed and moaned, still in a half-asleep state.

After a few minutes, Stefan could tell you were getting close. He could see your brow furrowed in pleasure, and your mouth parted as you moaned. He pulled his fingers out of you, making you whine and your eyes flutter.

"Stef..." You slowly opened your eyes, looking up at him, a dazed expression on your face.

"Hey, baby." He kissed you on the forehead. "I'm right here, you were so good, do you want more?"

You nodded, snuggling closer into his embrace. Stefan smiled, moving you so you were on your back again, and spread your legs open. He pushed your shirt up, and started licking and sucking on your breasts, his hand once again between your legs.

You giggled, running a hand through his hair, and tugging on the ends, "this is such a nice wake up call."

Stefan chuckled, "I'm glad."

He trailed kisses down your body, his lips leaving a wet trail along your skin. He had already gotten you so worked up, you didn't need any more teasing.

You tugged on his hair, pulling his lips from your stomach and bringing his mouth back up to meet yours, kissing him passionately. You wrapped a leg around his waist, trying to pull him closer.

Stefan let out a groan, kissing you back with as much fervor, grinding his cock against your core. You reached down, grabbing his length and positioning it at your entrance, trying to push him in.

"I've got you, sweetheart." Stefan broke the kiss, and slowly eased into you, the both of you moaning at the sensation.

He set a gentle pace, his hands slotting with yours, holding them above your head and interlacing your fingers with his. He was always so intense in the way he fucked you, but this was different. It was soft, and sweet, and slow, he wanted to make it last.

"Stefan," you whimpered. Your eyes fluttered shut and your hips moved to meet his thrusts.

"Open your eyes, baby. Look at me," Stefan whispered. You obeyed, opening your eyes, and gazing up at him. You could see all the emotions swirling around in his deep, green eyes, the way he was looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world, it was so intimate.

You leaned up, and kissed him, the kiss quickly deepening, as the two of you lost yourselves in the pleasure.

"You're too good for me," he groaned against your lips. "In another life, I would fill you with my babies, fuck, you'd look so good round with our child."

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck, and pulling him closer, "keep talking."

Stefan growled, "you want that? Want me to fill your tight little pussy with my cum, until it takes root and grows a baby?"

You nodded, your cunt clenching around him at his words, "yes, yes. Fuck, I need it."

He groaned at your words, his hips stilling, and filling you with his cum. "Shit, sorry."

You smiled, "why are you apologizing? That was really hot."

Stefan's cock was still inside of you, his cum dripping out of your pussy and down your thighs, he could already feel himself getting hard again, and moved to pull out, only to be stopped by you, "you're not finished Mr. Salvatore," you smiled.

He smiled, his hands gripping your hips, and he thrusted into you again, making you gasp and moan, "that's a good girl, taking my cock so well, fuck."

You whimpered, gripping onto his shoulders, and grinding your hips into his. Stefan leaned down, pressing his lips against yours once more, groaning into your mouth.

"So full of my cum, being so good for me," he panted, his thrusts becoming erratic. You felt a warmth spread through you, and a familiar feeling starting to build in your core as he fucked you into the mattress.

He leaned back, his thumb grazing your clit, and pressing down, "come for me, baby."

You let out a low moan, your legs shaking as you came, his name falling from your lips, over and over again. Stefan groaned, burying his face into the crook of your neck, and filling you once more.

You were both panting and covered in sweat, as you came down from your high. He placed gentle kisses all over your face, and stroked his hand through your hair.

"Are you okay, lovely?"

You nodded, leaning forward and resting your forehead against his, "I'm more than okay."

Stefan smiled, kissing you softly, before rolling onto his side, and pulling you into his arms. He placed a gentle kiss against your forehead, before snuggling into the blankets, and closing his eyes.

“Don't tell me you're tired,” you teased, a grin forming on your lips.

He let out a sleepy grunt, his arms tightening around your waist. “Shut up,” he mumbled, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“That's so unfair Stef! Waking me up in the middle of the night, only to fall asleep and leave me alone.”

“Mmm, sorry,” he said, his voice muffled.

“It's okay, I'll forgive you if you give me one more round,” you whispered, leaning forward and pressing a kiss against his jaw.

“You're insatiable,” he muttered, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

You laughed, rolling him over, and straddling his hips, “maybe a little... But it's your fault,” you said, kissing him softly.

Stefan smiled, placing his hands on your hips, and squeezing gently, ready to please you in any way he could.

“That's alright with me.”

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[cece693]

Stop Talking (Stefan Salvatore x GN! Reader)

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

tags: heartbreak, short work, breaking up, no happy ending, angst, reader knows better

You loved him, and he loved you too, but deep down, you always knew that compared to Elena, you were nothing. When you first started dating Stefan, you were naive enough to believe that your love would be enough—that you could somehow erase Elena from his heart and mind. But not even a month in, the painful truth began to reveal itself.

Even though Stefan assured you that Elena and Damon were happy together, it was painfully obvious that he was just waiting for them to break up. The moment she was free, he’d be knocking on her door, ready with endless reasons for her to return to his side.

You saw it time and time again—how Stefan would drop everything to run to Elena’s aid whenever she was in trouble, no matter how small the crisis.

There were days when you couldn’t even get out of bed, dark thoughts looming over your head, and Stefan was nowhere to be found. The loss of your mother was a time when you desperately needed your boyfriend’s arms around you, only to discover he was halfway across the country because Elena needed help finding the cure. When you needed him most, he was absent. But god forbid Elena gets a papercut—he would be the first on her doorstep, ready with a band-aid.

You couldn’t take it anymore, so you made the hardest decision of your life. You packed your bags and left the Salvatore house without a word to anyone. You couldn’t bear the thought of a confrontation, of hearing Stefan make empty promises, only to fall into his trap once more. Instead, you left a letter, hoping it would explain what you couldn’t say aloud.

When Stefan eventually found the letter, his heart sank as he looked around your room and noticed everything was gone. With trembling hands, he picked up the folded paper on the bed, bracing himself for what he knew was coming. The letter was short, but every word cut through him like a dagger:

I wish I could remain oblivious to what’s occurring, but I can’t keep pretending. I see how you look at her, how you rush to her side whenever she needs you. I know you’ll never love me the way you love her, and I don’t blame you for it, Stefan, but I can’t keep hurting the both of us.

I deserve to be someone’s first choice, and you need to be with the person who provides you with the happiness you deserve. So with a heavy heart, I say goodbye. Don’t try to find me.

As he finished reading, panic gripped Stefan. He immediately grabbed his phone, dialing your number repeatedly, each ring that went unanswered deepening his despair. Desperation took hold as he ran out to the woods, hoping to catch your scent, to find some trace of where you might have gone. But the earth had already swallowed any clues.

He went through town, asking everyone he could think of if they had seen you, if they knew where you might have gone—but no one had any answers. It was as if you had vanished completely, leaving behind only the letter and the ache in his chest.

It was then, in the silence that followed, that Stefan realized his love for you—a love he had been too blind to see, too late to recognize. You were gone, and he was left alone, with nothing but the regret of what could have been.

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Hey i love your writings i was wondering if i could request a Stefan Salvatore?

the reader and Stefan started dating after stefan and Elena broke up but elena is always around so she starts to hang out with Damon because her boyfriend wasn't there i was thinking stefan and the reader break up but end up back together you can fill it up with anything thank you :3

Awh thank you so much I’m so glad you like my page! And thank you for this request- I looove making Elena a bad character ahah. I hope you enjoy the read <3.

Promises promises

Series- The vampire diaries

Pairing- Stefan Salvatore x female reader

Summary- request! You’re sick of Elena interrupting yours and Stefan’s alone time. It’s only human to break at some point.

Warnings- Kissing, arguing.

“You know this is nice” I took my head off Stefan’s chest and looked up at him with a big smile. “What’s that?” He questioned rubbing my arm and looking away from the Tv. “Just- us, I feel like a lot of the time it’s never just us together and no one else” I told him, my heart pounding against my chest. He always made me feel like fireworks were going off inside of me. “Yeah it is nice- I love spending time with you” Stefan nodded, his smile widening on his gorgeous face. “Me too” I breathed as I leant closer to his face.

Stefan met me half way and kissed my lips gently. We pulled away looking at each other before like magnets we attracted together again. The kiss was more hungry now and I moved onto his lap without breaking it.

Ding dong

I sighed pulling away from him sitting up straight. “I’ll get it, I’ll be right back” he whispered kissing me quickly before picking me up by the hips and putting me back in my original place. I watched him walk out the living room towards the door. I rested my head on my arm beginning to become a bit dishearten with all the distractions all the time. A few minutes later Stefan walked in with Elena by his side. Her eyes looked red but she had a big smile on her face.

It took everything inside of me to not roll my eyes at her presence. She was always just turning up here, even though her and Stefan broke up months ago. She was definitely smug. “Erm- Elena is here, she’s just gonna stay here for the night while everything at home blows over” Stefan explained to me with a light smile. He knew exactly what was going through my head. We’d spoken about Elena showing up before, he said he’d work on it but time and time again he failed to prove that.

“Oh” I replied burning holes inside of him with my eyes. He awkwardly came to sit back down but didn’t resume his place he sat the other side of me so Elena could sit next to him too. “Yeah- it’s just really hectic there right now” she nodded to me. “What is exactly hectic” I blinked not believing her for a second. Elena was well known for being a drama queen. Everyone knew it. “It’s hard to explain but I just felt so alone there- you know?” She nodded to me, really laying it on thick.

“You do have friends though right? So why not hang out with them instead of your ex boyfriend” I raised my eyebrow moving up to the end of the sofa because I didn’t want to be right next to Stefan right now. “Y/n” he whispered widening his eyes. “Me and Stefan ARE friends- and so are me and you so why wouldn’t i come here?” He questioned with a pout. Pretending that she was emotionally hurt by what I’d said. To be honest she must have been a little confused because I’d never confronted her before.

“Y/n?” I heard behind called from the hall way. We all turned around seeing Damon peeping his head round the corner. He almost made me laugh his stance was so unnatural. I knew what he was doing. “You got a second?” He called out with a simple smile on his face. “Yeah I’ve got a few” I huffed getting up off the sofa and leaving them to it. I followed Damon down the hallway and up the stairs before he finally looked at me. We both couldn’t hold in our laugher any more and burst out holding our stomachs.

“I heard Elena was here” he finally said having to wipe a tear off his face. Damon pushed open his bedroom door as I sighed. “Yep” “I thought you were going to speak to Stefan about it?” “I did, he clearly didn’t listen- in one ear and out the other huh” I rolled my eyes flopping onto his bed. “Did he bring me up when you spoke?” Damon asked slowly, while sitting down on his bed. I rose to look at him. “Of course he did, he told me I needed to stop spending so much time with you when I’m here to see him” I explained biting my lip.

“Well? What did you say?”. I looked at him with a grin trying to hold my laugh in. “I asked him to review all the times I’d left him to come speak to you- and reminded him he wasn’t alone when I did”. Damon chuckled shaking his head. “He’s an ass sometimes- he’ll be furious about this” “I don’t care” i quickly replied and shrugged my shoulders. “It’s not like he listened to me, why should I listen to him” “I know that- I was just making sure you knew that” he tilled his head to the side. “Come on” I sniggered into my hands. “When would I not defend myself”.

“I suppose you do back yourself pretty well” he agreed nodding his head while staring at the door. “Why can’t I hang out with my friend- he claims Elena is his friend”. “Put it behind you while you can” Damon suggested giving me a sympathetic smile. “I don’t know if there’s- any point” I told him in a faint whisper, my eyes began to fill up. “I’m getting tired of the same old shit and no change”. Damon outstretched his arm and lifted my head up “don’t talk like that, he loves you and you love him- it’s not always a smooth ride sometimes bumps occur and some are bigger than others”.

“Since when were you so good at advice” I laughed gently as a tear rolled down my cheek. He wiped it away before it could even stain my face. “Since my brother actually got a girlfriend I get on with and I want to stick around” he replied pulling back now. “Thanks Damon” I gave him a little nod. “Come on, you hungry because I fancy picking up a pizza?” He jumped up off the bed waiting for my answer. “Oh I could so eat a meat feast right now” I exclaimed, rubbing my hands together and getting up to join him standing.

“Great, I’m driving though- my cars better than yours” “Oi! You have compulsion you can get whatever you’d like- I have to pay for things” I pointed at him with a joking smile slapped on my face. “If you wanted a new car you should have told me, I’ll compel you one” Damon’s face showed he was joining in with the joke but I know that if it came down to it he would compel me anything I wanted. We got to the bottom of the stairs and I began putting my jacket on. “Where are you going?” I heard Stefan thunder as he entered the hall way.

“We’re going to get pizza do you…

…you’re not going anywhere with him” his eyes darkened. “Excuse me” I jerked my head back and my eyebrows darted inwards. “If you want pizza WE will go and get pizza” “and will we be taking elenas car?” I folded my arms and slammed my eyebrows down so he knew how pissed off i was. He didn’t reply so I began to open the door. “Can I speak to you please” he tutted and he grabbed hold of my wrist pulling me outside before slamming the door shut. He didn’t grab me hard, it was quite gentle actually. He led me to where we were.

However I was still pissed off. “What have I said about spending time with him you’re here to see me!” Stefan muttered folding his arms too. “Exactly Stefan! I’m here to see you and yet again Elena is here- I mean you wanna play this game what have I said to you about her random appearances!” I answered him clenching my fists. “Y/n if you can give me a way to turn her away while she’s crying on my doorstep then please explain!” He came back with but I was too angry to have any sympathy for him.

“You tell her you’re busy! You tell her you haven’t spent any alone time with me in weeks! You tell her I am your priority as your girlfriend! That my feelings are what you consider not hers!” I enraged with wide eyes and fists down by my hips. He went to open his mouth but I cut him off. “I’m so tired of it Stefan” “of course you’re my priority but me and Elena are friends! I can’t disregard her feelings because you’re insecure” he fired back at me. My eyebrows raised and I felt my heart drop. In all honesty Stefan too looked taken back, he looked sorry as soon as he said it. But it was too late.

“This isn’t about me being insecure. This is about spending time with me but don’t worry about having to do that anymore, we’re done” I shook my head taking a step back. I didn’t even raise my voice because I was so hurt at his comment. “No y/n- I didn’t mean that i didn’t want this” he shook his head putting a hand to his forehead. “I will not be a second priority- if you love spending so much time with her make her your girlfriend AGAIN”.

With that I opened the door. Damon stood there and quickly moved his hand to his chin as if he was thinking about something. He had obviously been listening. I let a small laugh tumble out my mouth at him which just made my eyes prick even more. “Ready?” “Y-yeah” he nodded as if he didn’t expect me to ask him that. “Y/n…” Stefan called out but I simply turned on my heels and walked past him. Damon vamp ran to catch up with me waiting by his car. “Are you okay?” “No but pizza will fix that” I smiled gently. Doing everything in my power to not cry.

“I can’t argue with that” he nodded watching me get into the car. “Seriously though y/n” he sighed closing his own door. “I’m sorry I’m not gonna be your sister-in-law” I put my lips together. “I don’t think that’s the end, there’s too much love for it to end like that” he shook his head adamantly. “Well- for now… it’s done, I don’t regret anything I did or said, I don’t deserve to be spoken to like that” “no y/n, you don’t” he shook his head seriously.

He turned on his car and began reversing back. I didn’t notice he was going too far until I heard the smash of a lightbulb. “Oops” Damon blinked looking at me in the mirror. I turned around to see elenas car having been rear ended by Damon’s. Damon was a good driver, that was done on purpose. I looked back at him and we both burst out laughing yet again as he drove off. “I suppose we better eat our pizza in” Damon raised an eyebrow at me. I nodded in agreement putting my lips together before fiddling with my hands.

We had quite a nice evening together in all honesty. Damon was hilarious and really good company. He made me laugh so often the memory of me and Stefan started to drift away. The alcohol we got in the grill afterwards was definitely was a contributing factor too. And eventually when it was getting really late, Damon took me home.

“Thank you- for everything- not just tonight but over these past months” “that’s what friends do y/n” he smiled warmly. “Promise me we will stay friends even though you aren’t with my brother anymore” “I was hoping you’d say that” I nodded leaning into him for a hug. Damon wrapped me up in his arms as if I was a present and let out a deep exhale. “It’ll all work out y/n” he nodded as I pulled away and opened his door. “Get home safely” I told him with a finger out, it was a warning. Damon didn’t drive off until I was inside my house. And I waved him off as I closed my door, pressing my back against it I smiled.

I walked up to my room and opened my door. A shadowy figure was sat on my bed staring out the window. My heart stopped and my body froze. I wrinkled my forehead trying to see who it was. Before the man faced me. I sighed turning the light on. “Sorry…” Stefan flicked his eyes up at me. “Were you trying to kill me via heart attack” I questioned raising my eyebrow and closing the door because if he came in through the window he could use it to leave again. “That’s not funny” “do you see me laughing?” I jerked my head at him while putting my bag on my dressing table and taking everything out. Putting it back where it belonged.

“What do you want Stefan? Shouldn’t you be entertaining Elena” I asked with my back towards him. I looked at him in the mirror and could see he was holding whatever he wanted to say back. He took in a deep breath before saying “I set her home- in her damaged car may I add” he raised an eyebrow at me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” I folded my arms turning back around to him, but my face had a smirk on it. “Why’d you decide to do that- you’re free to hang out with her as much as you want now”.

“I realised what you saw- she wasn’t coming to hang out with me out of friendship, she was doing it to get in between us” Stefan answered looking up at me. “How’d you figure that one out” I rolled my eyes. “After she was done explaining why we weren’t good for each other she then tried to make a move on me- said you were now out of the way” he shook his head pouting. As if he was disgusted by her behaviour. I swallowed and then went to join him on the bed.

“What else did she say about me?” “Y/n, I love you and therefore for that reason I don’t want you to ever hear what she had to say in that conversation” he replied. I exhaled deeply before putting my head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you- that I didn’t tell her to leave sooner- that it took you breaking up with me for me to realise what she was doing” he explained to me, putting his head against mine. “I guess sometimes I can be a bit blinded by people” “well I’ve said it before, you’re too nice for your own good Stefan Salvatore” I giggled bringing my head back up so I could look at him.

“I’m also sorry for what I said earlier- I don’t think that about you at all” “I know- I saw it in your face- I was just to angry and hurt to forgive you then” I shrugged chewing my cheek. “Then?” He quizzed making me smiled. “It’s not gonna be that easy” I chuckled into my hand. “How about, you forgive me next week on the trip I’ve planned for us? Just us? Seven days- away from any distractions or drama” he smiled bringing a hand up to my cheek. “Hm that will depend on where you’re taking me” I tilted my head smirking. “It’s a surprise- but I’ll give you a clue, you’ll need your passport” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Mm okay- but I’m only coming because I’m intrigued” I laughed, Stefan smiled at me running his thumb across my cheek. “Will you take me back beautiful?” He whispered pulling his head closer to mine. “As long as you promise to never speak down to me like that or make me a second priority ever again” i reminded him. Stefan nodded leaning in to kiss me.

“I promise” he whispered against my lips.

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Ripper!Stefan Being Jealous (The Vampire Diaries Headcanon)

Requested by Anonymous

Normal Stefan being jealous was bad enough, but ripper Stefan was another story.

You could feel the change in his demeanor straight away when someone even looked at you in a way he didn’t like.

His arm would wrap around your shoulders and pull you tight towards him before he kissed you, hard, right in front of the offender.

“They’re taken. Go and scramble to someone desperate who wants you.”

“Stefan! There was no need for that!” He looked down at you with that cocky smirk that you adored. “They were looking at something that’s mine, I didn’t like that. So, they needed to go.”

If a person didn’t get the message the first time, Stefan would damn well make sure that they got it the second.

“I thought I told you to find someone else.”

“I don’t want to. I’ve found what I want.” They lunged forward and tried to grab you, but Stefan intervened. “They are mine. Have I not made that clear?” 

Stefan grabbed them by the neck and pushed them against the wall, baring his fangs at them. “I won’t hesitate to rip your throat out.” Looking at the person’s petrified face was enough for Stefan to know that they got the message.

You always thought that Stefan was dangerous with his humanity switched on but when he was in his ripper faze, it made him more dangerous and much more attractive to you, especially when he was jealous.

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[crazyk-imagine]

Fake it till You make it

Pairing: Stefan Salvatore x Female!reader

Characters: Stefan Salvatore, Female!reader, Caroline Forbes, Damon Salvatore, Katherine Pierce (Katerina Petrova), Bonnie Bennett, Elena Gilbert

Warnings: Fluff, humor, mentions of Katherine's behavior, reader and Stefan have been together for a while, Damon and reader are lowkey besties, reader loves Caroline, slight mentions of murder

Word Count: 395

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You glance around the room, wondering what their looks are for. “Did I miss something?”

“Careful, you're starting to sound like you care,” Damon teases, making himself another drink.

“Why wouldn't I?”

“Oh, I don't know, does killing one of my mom's deputies sound like something a sane person would do?” Caroline chimes in, crossing her arms as she stares at you.

You shrug, “I was going with the plan.”

“What plan?” Stefan asks, curious as to what you're talking about.

The eldest Salvatore turns around, taking a sip of his drink. "Hold on, I thought you turned it off?" Damon asks.

You shrug, "I'm a woman. I can fake it."

The girls give you weird looks, not at all pleased with your comment while Damon tries to hide his amusement.

Stefan shakes his head as the corner of his lips twitch as he tries not to outwardly admit that was a funny joke.

You lay back against the couch, “I had to pretend like I wanted to be on Katherine's side in order for our plan to work.”

“You could do it with a little less murder.”

“Can it, vampire Barbie. At least one of us can distract the queen bitch of all.”

“I can-”

“The last thing we need is you two fighting with one another and giving Katherine the upper hand,” Stefan tells her.

You smile at your boyfriend. “Thank you, honey. I promise as soon as this is done, we'll do a girl’s day or whatever the hell you yougins do.”

“You’re not that much older than us,” (your favorite) Caroline adds.

“Physically you are correct but after joining the supernatural side of things, I am older than you three combined.”

“After we take down this bitch, I say we go out for drinks.”

“Count me in, vampire Barbie.”

“Damon called me that one time, can't we let it go?” She whines.

You chuckle and shake your head. “Never.”

Stefan rests his arms against the back of the couch. “You could be a little nicer.”

“Stefan, honey, I am being as nice as I can, but I can’t lose too much of my character or else Katherine will know.”

He sighs, “just… be careful, okay?”

You smile, trying to reassure him. “I will,” you lean up and peck his lips. “I have you by my side to watch out for me.”

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Stefan Salvatore x Reader

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Summary: Stefan is dead set against dressing up for Halloween, but his girlfriend might just have found a way to outplay him.

Word Count: 1,262

Category: Fluff

Requested by @cncownerxstefansalvatorefanxstay for a fluffy Halloween with Stefan! This prompt kinda possessed me for a minute until it was done being written, so I figured what better day to double up on fic posting than Friday the 13th? Hope you like it!

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"Okay! What do you think? Nadja and Laszlo or Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf? One is more fitting but the other is funnier."

I held up the costumes in question so Stefan, my boyfriend, could get a good look. He glanced up from his reading with a bewildered expression, his eyes scanning each of the costumes before landing on me with a frown.

"What is this for?" he asked. My mouth dropped open.

"For Halloween! Obviously! Come on, Stefan, we have to dress up."

"No. No, we don't," he said, a laughing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as his eyes dropped back to his reading. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Are you seriously telling me you're not going to dress up with me for Halloween?"

"I... think I am telling you that, yeah."

"But what about the trick-or-treaters who come to the door! We want to be the cool people with awesome costumes, don't we?"

"Mmm.... no."

I sighed dramatically, letting both costumes drop to my sides. I narrowed my eyes at my boyfriend, but he didn't flinch, not looking up from his reading.

"I'll support you if you decide to dress up," he finally said. "But I'm not putting on a costume."

"Fine. I guess I can't force you," I said, flopping my arms dramatically as I turned away from Stefan, a smirk on my face. This was not over by a longshot.

A few hours later, as the sun started to set and it was time to get ready for trick-or-treaters, Stefan wandered out of the bathroom with his shirt off. We were hosting a big Halloween party later, so we needed to be dressed and ready for both.

"You decided not to dress up?" asked Stefan, running a suspicious eye over my outfit. I just shrugged.

"It's not as much fun if you don't do it with me."

Stefan smirked a little as he moved back towards he bed. "The guilt trip's not gonna work on me."

"Not even if I ramp it up to an eleven?"

He snorted, not bothering to respond as he surveyed the outfit I'd laid out for him on the bed. Once he was apparently satisfied the shirt wouldn't secretly turn into a ruffled monstrosity befitting Laszlo Cravensworth, he pulled it on and buttoned it up, then slipped on the gray pea coat I'd left with it.

With my heavy, light brown jacket and headband, my plan was officially complete. I smiled and stepped closer to Stefan, fixing his collar before running my hands through his hair a few times, spiking it up even more. When I'd finished, I stepped back and gave him a beaming smile.

"You look great," I said. He smiled, then leaned in to kiss me. We lingered for a minute before he pulled back.

"You look great too."

We shared a smile, then I held out a hand, which Stefan took.

"Come on, we have trick-or-treaters to greet."

I pulled him after me as we headed downstairs. Damon, Elena, Caroline, and Bonnie were setting up for the party, but I'd volunteered Stefan and I to answer the door for anyone who came by.

We didn't have to wait long before the doorbell rang. I smiled and grabbed the bowl of candy, Stefan right behind me as we opened the door. A group of kids with their high school-aged chaperon stood at the door beaming, candy baskets in-hand.

"Trick or treat!" they chorused. I smiled.

"You guys have some great costumes! What do we have, a vampire, a Jedi, Spock..."

"What are you dressed as?" asked a little girl towards the front. I beamed, mentally thanking her for the opening I'd been waiting for.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Stefan, ready to tell her we hadn't dressed up. I spoke up before he got the chance.

"We're Bella and Edward from Twilight!"

I felt Stefan tense next to me as realization washed over him, which only made me smile wider as the kids beamed.

"That's a good costume!" said the girl in the front.

"You look just like him," the boy next to her agreed, nodding at Stefan.

"Thanks! Let's get you guys your candy, your outfits deserve some extra treats."

We smiled and waved as we gave the kids their candy, and I noticed Stefan slipped the vampire an extra bar or two. We waved as they headed off, and as soon as I shut the door, Stefan turned to me, hands on his hips and a stern look on his face.

"Bella and Edward? Seriously?"

"Yeah!" I replied, not even a little bit phased. "It's a low key costume, enough that you didn't even realize you were wearing it, but I still get to do a couples costume with my boyfriend. It's the best of both worlds."

Stefan sighed a deep, heavy, long-suffering sigh.

"I'm changing before the party."

"No!" I cried, reaching out to grab his arm. He hadn't made to move away yet, but I wanted to be ready if he did. "Please wear it for the party too. Please? For me?"

I batted my eyelashes and gave Stefan my best adorable guilt-trip look. He stared back, his expression not budging an inch, until finally he sighed again, throwing his head back and staring at the ceiling.

"Fine."

"Yes! Thank you." I pulled him to me, and grudgingly, he wrapped his arms around my waist as a small smile tugged its way onto his face. "You're the best boyfriend ever, Stef."

"I know."

He smiled again, then leaned down to kiss me. I leaned into him, and I think we would've stayed that way a lot longer if we hadn't been interrupted by another ring of the doorbell.

Reluctantly, Stefan and I pulled apart, sharing a smile.

"We should probably get that," I said. He hummed, not quite letting me go yet.

"I don't know if I can. You're like my own personal brand of heroin."

I laughed, which got a beaming smile out of Stefan even as I finally slipped out of his grasp.

"I can't believe you paid enough attention when we watched the movies to remember that but not enough to realize I was putting you in the same costume Edward wore!"

Stefan shrugged. "Maybe I just wanted to let you have this one."

I paused, narrowing my eyes at Stefan to try to decide if he really had put up with the costume for me, knowing the whole time what I'd been doing, or if he was just messing with me. Before I could decide, he reached past me to swing the door open and another group of kids greeted us with smiles on their faces.

"Trick or treat!"

"Wow, another vampire costume. There seem to be a lot of those this year," he said, smiling at the kid in question. "I think yours is the best I've seen, though."

The kid absolutely beamed at the compliment, and I moved up next to Stefan as we chatted with the trick-or-treaters and handed out the candy. One of the kids actually guessed our costume this time, and Stefan was the one to tell them they were right, we were Bella and Edward. With his arm around me as we talked with each and every kid who came to the door, I could tell Stefan was warming up to the couple's costume idea, whether or not he'd been aware of what he was getting into in the first place.

I just hoped that warm feeling would be enough to carry him through whatever inevitable bad jokes Damon made at his expense all night once the kids were gone and the party began.

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✩ hunger (one-shot) ♢ ⚤

your recent transition proves difficult, and damon comes to help with the one thing you desperately need

decisions, decisions ♢ (one-shot)

the two times you discussed your uncertainty regarding immortality, and the one time you didn't have the option

ripper ♢ ♡ (one-shot)

after months of searching for stefan, he returns to mystic falls with one target in mind... you

transition ♢ ♡ (one-shot)

after another day full of fighting supernatural chaos you find yourself unable to push away the one thought that's been plaguing you for months... and you turn to Damon for help

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after a deadly encounter in the woods, an old friend comes to your rescue

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your best friend comes to check in on you after your recent transition

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Dive In | Stefan Salvatore

Summary: You're about to have sex with your boyfriend Stefan for the first time, but he can't get his ex-girlfriend out of his mind.

Pairing: Stefan Salvatore x reader

Genre: Suggestive, Shirtless!Stefan, angst

Word Count: 1k

Stefan followed you up the stairs to your bedroom.

You were going to have sex for the first time tonight. Stefan would be lying if he said he hadn't fantasised about it.

“So… your aunt’s at a conference. Your brother is at a friend's house,” Stefan said. “What's the catch?”

“No catch,” you said, shutting the door and grinning at him. “Just us.”

You sat on the bed facing your mirror, and kicked off your shoes. You pulled your vest top over your head.

Stefan lay back on the bed, resting on his elbows, admiring the way the light caught the little spots of brown in your hair.

“As soon as my clothes are off, I'm diving under the blanket, okay? God, this part’s always so awkward,” you said.

But Stefan wasn't listening. A shiver ran through him. Cold sweat pooled at the base of his spine. He had spotted a brown mole, right in the centre of your back. Katherine had a mole on her back, too.

Suddenly, it was 1864 again.

He heard the sputter of the gas lamp in the corner. Katherine swept her curls away from her back, revealing the mole he loved - and angry red bite marks on her neck.

Stefan leapt forward, touching the marks.

“I see you've noticed my battle scars. Your brother has quite a nasty mouth,” Katherine teased.

Stefan felt only horror as he remembered that vampires healed within minutes. Katherine must have come straight from his brother’s room.

“Stefan,” you said, straddling him, and playing with his hair. “You okay?”

He nodded quickly. “Fine. Sorry. You're beautiful.”

You smiled, but your eyes were serious. “You do… want to do this, right?”

Stefan nodded, plastering on a smile. How could he explain the truth - that he was disturbed by how much you reminded him of Katherine?

He had felt this way a few times before. He would notice something - the way your voice got higher when you were annoyed, or your smirk when you told an innuendo - and he would feel a slight shiver of deja vu. But it had never been this bad.

You bit your lip, looking down, your body leaning over his.

Stefan noticed that your dark eyes still had that shyness of adolescence, which Katherine’s had never had. You were nothing like Katherine. Slowly and gratefully, he kissed you.

You kissed him back, then kissed a trail down his jaw and to his neck. This time, when he shivered from your wet lips, it was a good feeling.

And then, like a red wave, the memories flooded back.

Katherine, her lips on his neck. Suddenly, sharp teeth as she bit down into his flesh, sucking his blood. At first, the sting was bearable, but then it became an ache, spreading through his neck and to his chest. He imagined bleeding to his death, right there in his bed. He felt his eyelids flutter, panic making him drowsy.

“No,” he mumbled. “It hurts…. It hurts…”

You frowned at him. “Stefan! Sorry, did I hurt you?”

“No, no…” he said.

Stefan was getting angry at himself. Why should his life be ruined by a crappy relationship 150 years ago? Immortals couldn't get PTSD, for god’s sake. Katherine was in his head, in his bed, just when he was trying to connect to you. It wasn't fair.

He would just have to push through the fear and get over it. The first step was to make the situation as different to 1864 as possible.

Stefan lifted you with one hand and manoeuvred you so his body was on top of yours, a position Katherine never allowed.

Already, the panic of a moment ago was fading like a distant nightmare. Screwing his eyes shut, he kissed you again, with a passion that would silence all of your worries.

In a few minutes, your naked bodies were rocking to an even rhythm. Stefan felt a sense of victory bubbling up in him like lava. This was almost over. He could master his trauma from Katherine. He could be your man, in every way you needed him to be.

Then, he heard himself moan, from deep in his throat. Strangely, that was what reminded him of 1864.

“I love it when you moan for me, Stefan” Katherine said. His back was pressed against his bedroom wall, and Katherine’s mouth was all over him. Katherine’s lips brushed his ear as she whispered, “I can tell that Damon is listening just through that wall.” Stefan tried to stifle the sounds coming from his mouth, panic filling him, but Katherine only laughed. “Don't be afraid, darling. He loves the shows we put on for him.”

Stefan opened his eyes, forcing himself to look at you and see your wide, youthful eyes, so different from Katherine’s. However, the flashback remained.

Gasping for breath, Stefan rolled away from you, curling up into a ball. He had failed. Katherine had got in his head, and he hadn't been able to stop her.

For a long time, you just lay there by him, slowly stroking his back.

Finally, you said, “It was Katherine, wasn't it?”

Stefan turned, stunned. “You knew?”

You shrugged. “I guessed.”

“Do you wish I was more like her?” you said quietly, and Stefan could hear that you had avoided asking this question for a long time.

Stefan turned to you and took in your beautiful eyes and thick, wet lashes. “No. I promise you, if there is one thing that can save me from the memory of Katherine, it's you, Y/n. You're kind, you're selfless, you would die for your family - you're everything she wasn’t.” Stefan smiled. “We just might have to take things slow for a while.”

You kissed Stefan’s hand. “You can tell me things, you know. I might be young, but I've lived through stuff too.”

Stefan smiled. “I know.”

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stefan salvatore x f!reader

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"You're upset,"

"I'm not upset,"

"Really? Because I've never known anyone's face to look like that when they're happy."

Stefan's green eyes roll in her direction and she smiles tauntingly, endlessly fond even when he is visibly upset. "I'm annoyed."

She grins victoriously, like she's just won something by getting him to admit what they already knew. He has to force his face to stay furrowed in the face of her excitement.

"I knew it! You're annoyed 'cause Damon's not being helpful again,"

Stefan rolls his eyes again, his irritation spiking easily at his brother's name. "He's being childish. It's completely counterproductive,"

She nods, crossing the short distance to stand above him where he sits in the chair behind his desk. Leans down with a furrow in her brow like she's thinking before she's pressing her lips to his in a brief peck.

It's seems like she's made up her mind about something, what he doesn't know, but she's quick to kiss him one, two, three more times, barely letting him kiss her back before she's starting again.

She gets another few pecks in before he huffs out a quiet laugh and another grin suddenly spreads on her face. This time, she looks particularly smug about it. She leans back finally, perching on the edge of his desk. "Do you want me to yell at him?"

He lets out a quiet huff, eyes fluttering shut as he holds back another laugh. "No. No, that's not necessary, but thank you for the offer,"

She smiles again. "Anytime,"

Stefan's upset dwindles finally, and he offers her a small smile in silent apology for even letting his brother get him in that mood. It makes his face twitch again, like it's instinctual to frown, and it has her cupping his cheeks gently, using her thumbs to relax his face.

"Stop frowning, you'll get wrinkles,"

He flutters his eyes up at her, charming gleam shining in them. "I'll literally never get wrinkles, baby. That's the whole point,"

"You know what I meant!"

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Hi!! Hope you're doing fine! I was wondering about the one shot “the way I loved you” in the originals masterlist. I'm really curious and I wanted to ask when you plan on posting it?

a/n: I'm glad you asked. this has been sitting on my drafts for a while! happy I can finally post it. hope you like it!

The Way I Love(d) You

[stefan salvatore x reader; kol mikaelson x reader]

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SONG INSPIRATION » THE WAY I LOVED YOU by taylor swift

summary: stefan salvatore is kind and sensible and you couldn't ask for anything better. but beneath the “you look beautiful tonight” you miss the "screaming and fighting" and the way his name slipped out of your lips at 2a.m. you liked assurance and perfection but you missed insanity. more than anything, you missed the way you loved him. you missed kol mikaelson.  

pairings: s.salvatore x f!vampire!reader; k.mikaelson x f!vampire!reader 

w.c: 9.4K (I got carried away)

warnings/content: portrayal of healthy and unhealthy relationships dynamic; discussion about life and death; blood (mentioned); non-graphic descriptions of violence; pregnancy (mentioned); slight damon and tyler bashing because they are the most annoying characters ever created; camille o'connell plays therapist; katherine pierce x reader (you blink you miss it); gemini coven (mentioned); discussions about marriage; canon divergence; fluff; happy ending depending on which you're rooting for; paragraphs in italics are flashbacks.

A/N²: this one shot does not follow the tvd + t.o original timeline, so some facts may be out of order.

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❝ he is sensible and so incredible.

and all my single friends are jealous

he says everything I need to hear, and it's like I couldn't ask for anything better. ❞

“Did you arrive alright?”

You reply with a soft hum, distracted by the bag filled with books related to witchcraft. You really did not think you'd be swiped back to this city again, less alone acting as a librarian for the Original vampires for the hundred time in your life. Oh, well. Who could ever deny Rebekah Mikaelson of her wishes? You had been extremely close before, despite the unsaid goodbyes. She did try to threaten your life if you didn't come to New Orleans soon, but those were empty words. And you could easily take her in a fight – not that she could ever know that.

“Yes,” you say through the phone, remembering there was someone in the other line. “I'm settling in on the hotel.”

“Okay.”

“Stefan.” The corner of your mouth twitches slightly. “Say what you want to say.“

You hear him let out a breath as he usually does when he's holding something back.

“Are you sure you don't need me there with you? I could easily—”

“No,” you cut your fiancée off, albeit in a gentle manner. You sit down at the edge of your hotel bed, feeling the rough fabric of the mattress against your jeans as you inspect the cover of a rather thin book compared to the other thick ones scattered around. “Stefan, I'm perfectly fine. You don't have to worry. And I know you won't listen to me and you'll worry either way…” a smug grin stretches on your face when he tries to speak again. “… but I can handle myself, okay? You can call and text and I'll reply right back.”

Ever since you met Stefan Salvatore, he has had your best interest at heart. Not only yours, but everyone he cared about. In the friendship stage, he slowly inserted himself into your life, taking careful steps to not scare your cold heart away to the mountains. You never knew why, somehow, you had some importance to him. When you started dating, he made sure to introduce you to something that by no means you wanted to partake in: safety. Not the kind in which you are suffocated and trapped, but the kind in which you are held by someone and still are able to take a breath of fresh air. The real meaning of safety.

He takes you on dates and he opens up your car door as the perfect gentleman that he is. The line you look beautiful never straying from his compliments. It took you a while to get used to that. Being loved without having to look over your shoulder, being cared for by someone who would truly be there at the end of the day.

Stefan is safe. He is the warm blanket on a cold day with hot chocolate and a good book. He's the guy who never makes you wait while carrying that endearing softness around him. You couldn't ask for anything better.

“Yeah, alright.” He says with a resigned sigh. “You really don't want me there, huh?” The playfulness being drowned out by a tinge of hesitation in his tone that if you didn't know his tells, you might have missed it.

“You know that's not it.” The book is placed on top of the bedside table. Your choice has been made. “But I don't want to draw unnecessary drama into our lives. As soon as I can get this done, I can come back to New York. To you.”

He offers you a sound of contentment. “That sounds nice to me.” There is some ruffling on his end and he lets out a muffled groan. “Hey, beautiful? I have to go. Damon is hijacking our apartment.”

You briefly recall Stefan making a comment that his brother would visit you guys soon. That had been around a month ago? You are never one to question Damon and his stupid decisions. Fortunately, you were far away to deal with any of that.

“I'm sorry,” you mumble without masking your joy for not having to be present in the same room as Damon Salvatore. “Good luck and don't let him mess with my stuff or I'll personally break his neck and set his dick on fire.“

“I heard that!” You reply that it was meant for him to hear. “He's calling you a menace.” Stefan chuckles at your bickering but he eventually has enough. “Call me if you need anything, yeah? Be safe. I love you.”

“I love you too, and I believe you'll need more backup than I will.” You smile at his scoff and the call comes to an end.

You resist the urge to go to Russeau's to enter an alcoholic coma instead of facing the people you haven't spoken to in a decade. No, you have faced worse and what could possibly go wrong while visiting some old friends?

You snatch the book from the bedside table and tuck it under your arm.

Guess it's time to pay a visit to the Mikaelsons.

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Meeting the Mikaelsons had been the best and the worst moment of your vampire life. Yes, some people could be both at the same time. You met Rebekah before you met the others, in a ball a really long time ago. The Mikaelson name had yet to be spread around like a disease due to the extreme danger they represented – where you lived, at least. Vampire groupies already had lots of knowledge about them at the time.

The thing was, you had no idea who Rebekah was until almost everyone in your city was murdered. Her brothers searched for her after a few years of radio silence, apparently. That's when you understood how protective family could be. Klaus, most of them. But that one was more obsessive and paranoid than any other. Rebekah told you that herself, but you saw it with your own eyes through the years you tagged along in their journey.

You have to say that out of anyone in that family, Klaus Mikaelson would be the last person you'd expect to become a father.

He was the one responsible for practically destroying Katerina Petrova's life, along with many other people you couldn't care to mention right now. She had been your friend once, before she became a nuisance in your life. But still. Klaus was ruthless and anyone capable of making an enemy out of him realized the bitter poison that came with it; if not death, of course.

Nevertheless, the cruel reputation of the Mikaelson family did not belong to Klaus only. In levels of pent up rage, you could easily mention Elijah. He was nothing but kind to you in the moments you've spent as friends, but you were aware of the demons he kept at bay for most of his existence. The man tries hard to be a good person and, in your opinion, he achieved that in all of the senses, although he was never really one to trust other people's opinions about him, whether they'd be good or bad.

Elijah could be just as cruel as Klaus, but as Klaus was loud in a broadcaster type of way, Elijah was silently dreadful.

Finn and Freya were the last ones you encountered. They were both gentle in their own way. As Freya kept up a mask right after breaking her curse, doubtful and distrusting, Finn was overall distasteful towards his own kind. You noticed that between the countless times he attempted to kill his siblings and himself. At first, you held a grudge over the fact that your boyfriend (back then) could never catch a break from his own brother. But eventually you understood Finn's reasons and everything that was left was sympathy. You had trouble adjusting to the vampire life yourself, mostly the drinking blood part but also the eternal life bit as well. Living and dying was something you had never doubted. It was the cycle of life, after all, why would you question it?

Some days, you didn't want it. But those became rare ones as you tasted the sweet flavor of having people that went through the same dilemma by your side. They made everything bearable. You just hoped Finn could also find those people, if not his siblings, then maybe he could find peace somewhere far from them. He had every right of taking some time away if that was his wish.

Family can be suffocating.

Freya had been one of the nicest people you have ever met. Beneath that cold front she built before warming up to the Mikaelsons, there was a tender-hearted woman whom one day you used to call your friend. Freya was there when you crumbled down, she had been the one to help you pull yourself up and she was the one who let you know it was okay to leave if that's what you needed to do. If that's what your heart desires, do it. Her words never left you in some way, you were forever grateful.

Hayley entered your life before she became an honorary Mikaelson – she hated that joke. You helped her find information about her pack when both of you were still back at Mystic Falls. She had been the first person to point out Stefan's interest in you, though you didn't buy it. You actually became closer during her pregnancy. You weren't present in Hope's first months after she was born, but Hayley made sure to send you occasional pictures over the years. You didn't feel so out of the loop thanks to that.

And then, there was Kol.

The epitome of recklessness, wrath and chaos.

He was the a car accident that drove you over a bridge when you couldn't swim and a pillow fort you built overnight to dissipate your nightmares. Kol was the reason why you considered the Mikaelsons to be both the best and worst moment of your life. He was the rollercoaster that fed your desperation for love, displaying a pretty view at the top of the ride, before the crash eventually came and killed all that excitement.

Neither of you expected to fall so fast for one another. Or fall at all.

But he pushed his way into your heart with no permission granted, with his convinced smirks, wild persona and careless nature. He was cold in a warm manner. Tender in the way he held your fingertips with the same bloody hand that also had possession of your heart. And unbelievably good as he cared enough to let you into his heart.

You were too similar for it not to happen, until you were too different to remain together.

Kol Mikaelson conveyed all of the rumors that were spread about him, never once hiding behind a mask, and that's the reason you fell in love with no way back. It had never been an easy choice – choice... that's funny. Does love ever give you a choice? — his enemies became your enemies, you were a target, besides the unstoppable family hassle you always seemed to be involved in. In spite of the obvious reasons, the grounds for breaking up arose from him, surprisingly. Or not so surprisingly. It may have been his way of running away, but it was your way out of the mess he created in your head and heart. According to Hayley, he wasn't left unscathed. He suffered in a way that they had never seen before: through silence.

Kol had never been silent. He craved an audience, which was why he enjoyed discounting his ire on people. He wanted them to fight back in order for him to retaliate much harder. After you left, he didn't murder villages, tortured old enemies or provoked his siblings enough to get a rise out of them. You weren't that surprised once Hayley told you he left as well. What truly left you bewildered was the fact that he didn't cause trouble, turning into a shadow of the wildest Mikaelson people used to hear about.

You couldn't bear to feel guilty. If he wasn't being himself, that was his own doing. He left you first. Looking into the bright side, maybe he had finally mustered the act of growing up.

However, even with the all the heartache he had caused you, loving him was never a regret. You don't know if he felt the same, maybe you'd never know.

Stepping inside the Mikaelson manor made you self-conscious but still nostalgic. You hadn't lived in that house, of course they had built up many other expensive properties over the decade you've been gone. But there is something in the air when the Mikaelsons are around. And it isn't death or blood that you were referring to.

“Are you the friend my mom said was coming to visit us?”

A little girl with dark red hair met you in the entrance of the house. A stuffed bunny dangling from her small hands. You couldn't believe your eyes, but in the meantime you observed her sage green eyes that carry a brush of cinnamon and the tip of her nose, the familiarity practically slapping you in the face.

“I believe so,” you croak out as your lips quirk up in a soft smile. You tell her your name, introducing yourself and say, “and you must be Hope.”

“That's right.“ She gives you a little wave. You nearly leap on your feet at the idea that you're not considered a stranger for her to immediately turn away as parents would advise children. “I'll tell my mom you're here so she can invite you in.”

You nod, leaning on the door, you could feel the spell barely pushing you away. A harsh breeze brush your strands in your face and you roll your eyes at the familiar scent of a hybrid nearby you.

“I have lipstick on, you know how that does not match with hair?“ Two arms engulf you in a strong embrace. You can't help but laugh as your body entwines with Hayley's. “Hay,“ you mumble to her shoulder. “You are kind of ten times stronger than me. Perks of being a hybrid and all...“

“Oh, please. I should be actually crushing you.”

When she cups your cheeks, like a mother would when her child has been gone for too long, you stare at the sage green eyes you had just seen in the entrance. “I missed you too.“ Hayley gives you an eyeroll, letting you go as she asks Hope to let you in. Ah, it made sense. She's not a vampire.

Hope smiles timidly at you as you enter the foyer, her gaze switching to her mother almost pleadingly. Hayley mentions with a tilt of her chin towards the backdoor and Hope quickly rushes away to what you assume is the backyard of the house.

“She's playing hide and seek.“ Hayley clarifies their short interaction, turning to you. “When did you arrive?“

“Today.“ You say, lifting the book to her line of sight. “I told you I kept something that could help.“

“I know,“ she smiles gratefully. Hayley hasn't aged a day since you last met. Of course, she isn't physically able to age at all due to vampirism, but her perpetually concerned gaze was replaced by relaxed shoulders and a proud smile. She has joy written all over her. For the looks of it, motherhood has done her good.

“She's like a mix of you and Klaus.“ You watch the girl running around searching for whoever she's playing with. Hayley takes you to the balcony, the view is pretty that it takes a bit of your breath away. The forest on display is filled with orange and yellow because of the Autumn season. You've always found the sounds of the forest were the perfect noise to live close by.

“So I've heard.” Hayley crosses her arms above the railing, driving her attention to you after pointing somewhere to Hope who's in desperate need of help in the seeking aspect of the game. “How's your life been?” She asks, shifting her whole body towards yours. “New York, huh?”

You nod, imitating her previous position. “Yes. It's a great city.” She remains silent, probably waiting for you to elaborate. It's not like this is a casual visit and the Mikaelsons could be in any corner with their enhanced hearing. Not that you're ashamed of your current life, you just don't feel like yelling from the rooftops.

“That ring is pretty.” Hayley muses when you avoid looking at her. She can see your blush and her eyes soften at that. It's been so long since she has seen you remotely happy, she likes the sight. “You seem happy.” Her squeeze in your shoulder states reassurance. “I hope he doesn't screw up or I'll be coming over with more than just an army.“ A deep groan escapes your throat as your head falls on your forearm.

“You are worse than a whole freaking army.“

“You missed me.“

Shaking your head, your lips twitch in a bitter smile.

“Of course I missed you, Hayley.“ Your smile falls slightly as you see that Hope finally found who she's been looking for in the past half hour.

Kol is coming out from behind a tree and dramatically throwing himself on the grass as Hope's giggles echo around.

“I missed all of you.” Slips out in a whisper.

As soon as Hayley follows your gaze, she picks up the reason for the sudden change in your demeanor. This is what she's been trying to delay.

There's no point now. “He came back at the beginning of this year.” You blink, turning away from the cute scene happening right below you. “Said he missed his niece. I don't know if that's a good thing or not.”

She steps away from the balcony and that's what it takes for you to stop staring at a playful Kol tickling Hope to death.

“Why wouldn't it be a good thing?” You swallow hard, sitting down on one of the loveseats. The ceiling is not bland white as you expected it to be, as you analyse the colors and the shapes, you recognize the famous painting you've been in love with since it was first made.

Van Gogh's Starry Night brings the ceiling alive with the false sensation of movement the circular brush strokes provides.

“He's teaching her magic and she makes some of my stuff disappear for fun. Kol's such a bad influence— Oh.” Hayley's face stretches into a smile upon seeing where you were staring at. “Klaus painted it. This is Hope's bedroom.”

That's when you realize the soft blue on the walls along with colorful drawings clearly made by a child.

“It's beautiful.” You let out in admiration. “God, that bastard is talented.”

Hayley huffed, “Yeah, well, ever since you mention it in that very first Skype call she can't stop talking about it. So he painted it.”

Leaning back on the chair, you glance at her. “That's such a dad thing of him.” She shrugs in silent agreement. “He's not a bad influence,” you utter after the conversation dies down. You're not referring to Klaus. “He loves children, that's just his way of teaching her how to protect herself.” In extreme cases. It's better to teach her to protect herself instead of delaying it when she actually needs it.

Hayley's eyes travel across your features for a while and just as you begin to grow self-conscious of what you said, she flips the topic back to the real issue at hand.

“So, do you usually keep old grimoires in a secret passageway at your apartment or something?”

Your lips raise in amusement, “It's from an old friend. He lent it to me for safekeeping.”

The hybrid's eyes regarded you with suspicion, then she glances down at the book in her hands.

“Should I even be touching that?”

“C'mon,” you say in jest. “My friends aren't that bad.”

“I am not that bad. The Mikaelsons are certainly debatable and if I can recall someone called Katherine Pierce who was also considered your friend — who I still doubt that it was all that she was — then we need to discuss what you mean by not that bad.”

“Should I mention Tyler dogbreath Lockwood, Hayley? He was a nuisance!” You throw back in a complete mature way. “I can't believe you would voluntarily hold a conversation with the guy.”

Hayley snickers, “He wasn't as bad as you make him out to be.”

“You're right,“ you nod. “He was worse.“

Hayley hums, quietly analyzing the grimoire with what you can tell is interest that leads to boredom. She closes it in a thud and stands up. “I'll have to give this to Davina.“

You frown in confusion, following her out of the room. “The Claire witch? You're trusting that teenager with the life of my niece?” Your tone raises in light disbelief as Hayley descends the stairs completely unbothered by your accusation. “Where is Freya? Where is everyone— You can't possibly be serious, Hayley.”

“Freya is generously taking an early flight back to Virginia as we speak, cutting her honeymoon short. She was the one who requested Davina to be put to use in this task, if I can recall.” You knew it was Elijah before you saw his impeccable suit, merely because of his eloquence. He offers you a smile as you reach the living room. “Welcome back.” You're amused by the way he ignores your attempt at handshaking to lay a kiss on the back of your hand. He's always done that, it's no surprise. That's an Elijah thing to do. His eyes fall on your left hand. “And congratulations on your engagement. I've heard.”

You give him a close lipped smile in return, withdrawing your hand to cross your arms.

“Yes, it seems that everyone has.”

“You know, the term being put to use might not be taken as a good thing to every person.” The voice behind you causes your body to freeze. “Hello, stranger.”

Elijah is gone with the wind before you can notice and Hayley, who seems to have ventured off somewhere, still isn't back.

“She's not a stranger, Uncle Kol.” Hearing Hope's voice as you turn around is a form of relief, you admit. She's smiling kindly at you from her Uncle Kol's shoulders. “That's mom's friend. Remember, the one she told us was coming over?“

Kol acts fascinated. “That is true, Hope. Thank you for reminding me.”

She giggled, mouthing out to you above his head “Forgetful.”

You crack a smile at that. Mikaelson humor.

It doesn't take long for Hope to get tired of your attention and scurry away to her bedroom. And then, there were two.

How do you greet someone who broke your heart but still has a part of it with them?

“You look beautiful.”

You can affirm something: do not start like that.

“Thank you.“ You reply shortly. The stairs are right there, you could literally take a step back and you'd be on your way to the first floor. Still, you remain in the same place.

You had yet to look him in the eye since he entered the living room. That doesn't happen until he stops right in front of you.

The first thing you notice about Kol was his voice. Centuries back, when you first met, he had said your name before you even acknowledged his family. It slipped out of his tongue; honey mixed with pepper. A strange mixture that ends up being perfect once you taste.

Saying someone's name is like holding a secret beneath your tongue. You have the power to reveal it, you can pronounce it and you can choose to savour it to yourself. The taste is not made for everyone, it is reserved for you and you only. And he had that power from the first moment he called out your name.

“How's married life going?“

Your head tilts in confusion as his eyes are cast downwards. A scowl turns your lips into a frown. Just like that, the peaceful haze is over.

“Not married,” you say through gritted-teeth, turning away from him and from the flight of stairs. You want to get out of this house. If someone else asks about anything related to marriage again you'd probably snap.

“Yet, right?”

“That's what engagements work for, have you not had your fair share of those to understand that?” He has followed you outside and is faster than you since he's currently leaning with his body on your car door. Arms crossed and a side smile.

You hated to know what that meant. You hated that you knew him at all.

“Can you move?“ You snap, eyes narrowing. Kol hums softly as if he's considering your request. Dick. “Okay, I'll walk then.”

The defeated sigh you heard as you turn your back on him is almost a reason to make you relieved. But your arm was pulled back and that cold touch just made your whole body halt instantly.

❝ but I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain... ❞

“Can you stop being stubborn for a second?” He exclaims, kicking the car door shut as he walked with heavy steps towards you.

The rain softly paints the car windows with its tears. You forced him to step on the breaks so you could get out of the vehicle because of how mad you were. You couldn't remember the reason for the fight, but it happened and you didn't want to be around him.

“It's going to rain.”

You scoff, “I'm not made of sugar. I can handle a little rain.”

The thunder rolls in the sky, causing you to flinch slightly. A cold hand grabs your wrist.

“You'd rather walk in a thunderstorm than argue with me, is it?” Kol shrugs off his jacket with a scowl, covering your shoulder with it in a swift movement, one he had done many times before. “Real mature, love.” He shoves the car keys into your hand.

“What—”

“Take the car.” He had sped off before you could ask him to go to hell. Because no. You wouldn't take his car and leave him in a freaking thunderstorm. But he decided that just like he decided to put an end to your relationship.

“Stay.“ He says, drawing his hand back with hesitance. That quickly brought you back to the present. “I didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry.” That's one of the rarest moments you've heard him apologize, it didn't used to be something in his vocabulary.

“I'll just wait for Freya at the hotel. It's not like we can start the spell before she's here.” You clear your throat, a bit taken aback by his presence still. You feel so silly.

Kol nods thoughtfully, taking a step back from you as if you aren't allowed to be too close. “Okay.” And before you can enter your car and drive off, your ears are still very much in tune with his voice even if he's all the way inside the house. “It's good to see you again.”

You're not sure if you share the same feeling.

━━━━━

“This is from the Gemini coven.”

You turn away from Davina's chanting to stare at Freya's impassive stance. She always kept that façade while doing magic.

“And what of it?“ Freya gives you a sideways glance as you roll your eyes, leaning back on the wall as the Witch finishes up the spell and mutters something to Hayley. Freya has done her part and for some reason they needed another set of hands. You don't question it. “Don't fret. There'll be no retaliation.”

“Good, because we don't need a crazy siphoner touring around New Orleans.”

You crack a chuckle, brushing your hair behind your ear. “The grimoire is technically mine.” Freya's eyes narrow suspiciously at your claim. “What? It is. It was a gift.”

“Kai Parker gave you a gift?” She regards you with disbelief. You shrug in response, it's the truth. It's not like you were capable of stealing something from Malachai Parker and leave unscathed. He is a tiny bit insane and you aren't special.

“She has a thing for K's, doesn't she?” You flinch at the breath in your neck. It earns Rebekah a glare as she walks around the pillar you were leaning on, her smirk takes her whole face, granting mischief in her blue eyes.

“We're done.”

You cut off your jab towards Rebekah when Davina's voice reaches your attention.

“Just like that?”

Freya gives you another one of her warning looks but you are facing the Claire Witch with a hard gaze. You didn't trust her then and you wouldn't trust her now. And it has nothing to do with her age nor the lack of experience in the magic department — or life, in general — it was more of a grudge you held for the girl ever since she messed with your family. You recalled quite well how she had weakened the Mikaelsons and played a part in Marcel's stupid plan to destroy all of them. Almost. You hated both of them with your every being. No matter how Klaus may have forgiven Marcel for it or how Hayley claims that Davina was manipulated.

“We did everything that was in the grimoire. She's safe.” Her voice carries defiance and you could certainly enjoy the opportunity to play into her attitude.

A low hum left your lips and you hear someone sigh around the room, you couldn't concentrate enough to name who it was but you have a guess.

“Okay. That's great.” You utter, mouth widening into a satisfied grin. You like the way she regards you with caution as you stride over. “You're gonna need that?” You ask in a whisper, pointing towards the book in her small hands. She hands it over to you, you take it slowly, mumbling a thank you and offering a sickly sweet smile. Your distaste is a mutual feeling, you're glad to know.

The entire family heads back to the Mikaelson manor. Despite Rebekah's pestering for you to go with them, you manage to escape for some alone time.

Rousseau's is where you end up after walking aimlessly through the city. Some things have changed. There are a few new musicians playing in the corners of the streets, but those familiar faces still there as well. The streets are illuminated by the lampposts scattered around the French Quarter, the shadows of the streetlights dancing at your feet remind you of times where you'd feel happiness holding you together. The bittersweet moment is interrupted by something soft tickling your ankle, causing you to jump in surprise. Quite literally.

“Never seen a cat before?” Someone mocks your tense stance as you watch the feline exit the bar.

You would have snapped their neck if the sweet smile of Camille O'Connell didn't reach your eyes right away. She's drying up glasses on the counter, probably getting ready to close the establishment, it was around the time she usually did.

“Can you spare this poor soul a bit of alcohol?”

“I'll never get used to that,” Camille says, shaking her head and the sound of titling metal made your face stretch into a grin. “You're not old enough to drink.” She starts preparing your favourite drink. Alcohol isn't your favourite thing in the world, but Cami's drinks are sweet enough to appease your taste buds. You didn't spend hours wallowing in this bar with nothing to accompany you — the alcohol and Camille's ears to listen to your misery.

Your nose wrinkles. “I am over 400 years old, Cami. How many times have we been over this?”

She tsked, curling her lower lip, throwing the cloth on her shoulder as she leans on the bar top.

“You look like seventeen.”

“That's flattering?” You muse, sipping your blue beverage. “I can't even remember what my seventeens were like.” That last part you mumbled to yourself.

“At what age did you turn?” Her voice is sad and you start grieving the fun of the moment.

Taping your nails against the wood distractedly, you work on pulling the terrifying moment from the abyss of your mind. Camille's gaze trails over your features in her own curiosity.

“It's been a while, huh?” She felt the need to change the subject. That made you crack a smile. Did she think she had genuinely upset you?

“Ten years or so.”

“Yes.” She says pointedly. “What brings you back?” She finally finishes cleaning up and you realise you're probably delaying her sleep schedule, but she hasn't complain about your overstay and you don't mention it.

You decide on telling her the truth. “Family stuff.” The partial truth, that is. “I died in 1603,” you refer to her previous question. Her eyes nearly pop out of her head. “I had recently entered my twenties. Can say now that I never got out of it.”

She didn't laugh at your joke, but you did.

“I'm sorry. Do you still...”

“Remember it?”

“Yes.”

You shrug nonchalantly. “It was a life changing event. So, yeah. I do remember it. But it doesn't make me feel anything anymore. It's something I no longer care about.” That's the truth. The memory doesn't affect you as much as it used to.

Cami nod, a strand of her hair slipping from behind her ear. She brushes it back and you tilt your head at the bracelet in her wrist. Once that has been there ever since you first visited Rousseau's.

“You still wear it.” You point out. She frowns confused, but her gaze follows where your attention lays and she hums.

“Yes. Can't have myself walking around the zoo with no defense.”

“The zoo—” you can't suppress the snort that comes out of you. “I can't believe you just said that.”

“I did.” Camille puts her hand on your shoulder and you deflect lightly. Guess it's time to leave. “I'm closing up. It's almost 1 am.”

“Sorry, Cami.” You shouldn't have bothered her that much. “Can I walk you home?”

It's her turn to chuckle. She locks up the bar and spins around to face you, a knowing glint in her bright blue eyes. You don't like that look. It kind of reminds you of Caroline when she knows something about yourself that you don't. Or that you just don't want to admit yet.

You miss her too.

“Are you really that desperate to avoid your problems?” You gape at her. “C'mon. Did you actually come here so I could make you a Grasshopper?” Oh, so that is the name of the drink you've had since forever. Good to know.

“I wanted some company.” You confess, rolling your eyes as she waits for you to follow her steps. Half the truth, again. This was the best place to avoid your problems — one problem. “Is that such a crime?”

“You sound like Klaus.”

“Stop offending me or I'll kill you.”

“Go ahead. I'm sure you'll like it when my blood burns your throat from how much vervain I've been taking.”

Your lips quirk up in a lopsided grin.

“I'm just going to say something, feel free to ignore it.” Cami announces as you crossed the street. You've arrived at her apartment. When you stop in front of the entrance and she turns her full body to you, her face has lost all the merriment. “I don't know why you are back. I don't even know the entire reason why you left so suddenly.” That makes you grow tense. “But that's none of my business. What I want to say is that, don't allow what let you down get to you again. If you think that getting out of here, taking some space to yourself, was good, then so be it. It's your life, okay? You deserve to be happy.”

You stand quiet for a while, absorbing everything she had said.

“I am.” You say quietly. “I am happy.” Away from here.

She smiles down at you, then, surprisingly, pulls you into a hug. Cami and you have never been close. You just listened to each other's complaints in the midst of the bar's loudness. You grew to have a bond but it was nothing as tight-knit as what you had with Freya or Hayley. Although, you did miss Cami while you were gone. She was the only one who knew how to make a good Grasshopper, anyway.

“Stop by the bar before you take off god-knows-where again.” She requests after you split apart.

“I'll think about it.” You bury your hands on your jacket with a smile as she bids you goodbye.

The city is never completely quiet. There's local music playing in some corners still at that time of the day. You realise you have reached Jackson Square when you put a pause on your walk, listening and breathing into New Orleans. Even the smell is different, maybe it is the lack of tragedy in the streets. You hope it carries on that way, Hope deserves to live peacefully. Or as peaceful as Hayley Marshall's and Klaus Mikaelson's daughter can live.

“Can you step out of there? It's getting ridiculous.” A woman crossing the street gives you an ugly look and you couldn't care less. You were talking to the Edward Cullen beside the tree a few feet back from where you stand. “How long have you been following me like a creepy stalker?”

“I've just arrived.” Kol says. You can see him rolling his eyes without taking a look at him. “And I wasn't following you.”

“Oh,” you blink innocently at him. “Sorry. I didn't know you had become such a religious man over the course of ten years.”

St. Louis Cathedral has all of its lights off, which means it's closed for the night. It's not like you wanted to enter the church in the first place, you just thought it looked pretty this time of the night. You'd frequent that area a lot to read a book when you were bored. Kol never shared that particular interest.

❝ and It's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name...❞

“This paranoia between you and Klaus is getting out of hand.” You mention to him one night as he turned your room upside down looking for something he would not inform you about. “You better put all of that back because I will not.” You say with a shake of your head, frustrated.

“He has the dagger. I have nothing to protect myself with.”

“So run away again. It's what you do best.” You let out. Only realising what you had done after it slips past your lips. The room is quiet, the silence deafening to the point where you flinch at the sound of creaking wood.

It wasn't the bed. It wasn't the wardrobe. When you glimpse at the door, hesitantly, it has been left ajar.

He did what you asked.

You remember inhaling deeply before throwing a jacket over your shoulder and grabbing the book of the week to read at Jackson Square, viewing the passerby's that would enter and exit St. Louis Cathedral.

“You'd come here and sit on that bench right over there with a new book every week.”

Your chest latches onto unwanted nostalgia you should desperately trying to get rid of. It makes your arms go numb and a cold shiver run down your spine. You blink at him. You knew?

“What?” You grunt, slightly disoriented.

Kol seems lost in his head, much like you were a few seconds ago, but he has a bigger grasp on reality than you do. “I thought it was more of something out of spite that you did. Sit in front of a church. Watch people leave. Choose a prey and feed on them to make them somehow question their faith.”

Furrowing your brows in thought, you consider out loud, “You thought that I'd come here to prove a point?”

He shrugs. The repetitive kicking of rocks tells you he is more nervous than he's letting on. Kol could mask his feelings well, his first choice of emotion would be anger and he'd just about use it to everything and everyone.

Over the years you'd notice some tells beneath all that rage. There was resentment and there was sadness. And now you can see guilt. You wonder if you're simply imagining something you want to see instead of what's actually there.

“What are you doing here, Kol?”

You're tired. You're beginning to think that Stefan was right and you should have evaluated the pros and cons of being in this fucking city before choosing the first flight five minutes after Rebekah's text.

“I missed you.”

“No.” You ignore the way you want to run away at what feels like sincerity coming out of his mouth. “What are you really doing here?”

His lips twitch and you think that familiar smirk will appear, but it doesn't. Just a sad smile.

“I missed you.” He repeats firmly as if not to let it hang in the air enough for confusion. There is no dubious meaning. He is not playing a game. “I haven't had a chance to say that when you were here.”

You take your time surveying his features. He had cut his hair, but you noticed that when he was playing with Hope in the backyard. His style is still the same, the moles still in the same spots around his cheeks and neck, his cupid's bow hasn't changed either. Kol's physique barely suffered any alterations, but he is different. Suddenly, you remember Hayley and the new spark in her eyes.

They both mirror people who have let go of their demons. The ones who scratch your skin and sink into your shoulders claiming your body as well as your mind as theirs. It is impossible to escape all of them at once, but time makes it bearable to live with some as you learn to let go of others.

“What do you mean?” You sit at edge of a bench. Not the one you used to sit almost every week. That would be too much. He understands the space left is for him to occupy after a moment. “That you haven't had the chance to say it when I was here. Why would you miss me while I was here?”

You know exactly why. You felt that all the time with him. Most of the time you dated a shadow in place of the man you loved and it is sad that, at some point, you got used to it.

“Because I wasn't. I wasn't here when I should have been and you were gone before I could help it.” A wave of regret travels across his features and you turn away before your gazes can meet. “And yes, I have no right of saying that after—after—”

“Ten years?”

“... ten years.” You complete at the same time. “I lost your trust. I lost you. Which is something that I'll never forgive myself for. I just... I just need you to know—”

“Don't.”

He furrowed his eyebrows as you stood up, running a hand through your face in pure... frustration? Anger? Fear? Yes. Fear. He is being unpredictable. Kol Mikaelson is unpredictable, it's one of the many traits of his you spend a long time admiring, until it became a burden in your relationship.

But after ten years you had no idea how to deal with this and you don't want to deal with it. Not now. Not after you and him were over.

He says your name almost pleadingly.

“Kol, don't.” You cut him off. “You can't do this now. You just can't.” You flinch away when he tries to touch you as a form of comfort. You didn't want that comfort. Not from him. Not anymore.

His eyes soften and there's hurt in them but you can't do this now. It's not fair. “I'm not trying to do anything.”

“Yes, you are!” You croak out, slightly shaken up. “Whatever you have to say doesn't make a difference now.”

You see his jaw clench slightly. Good. You want him to be angry. At least this side of him you can handle because you'll attack just as hard.

“I'm sorry.”

Your eyes snap to him. “I'm sorry.” Kol repeats, walking towards you with much more certainty. “I was a coward, immature and just overall selfish. I shouldn't have left, but I did and that doesn't change the past, but, but I loved you. I truly did. If I could go back—”

“You can't.” Your lower lip curl between your teeth. You can't take anything back. You can't undo the past. “You can't make it better, Kol.” You say, attempting to hold your self together in front of the boy who broke your heart into pieces. You still haven't found all of them yet, they were scattered, some beyond repair. “I was a mess without you. Do you know how long it took for me to pick myself back up?”

“You shouldn't have left.” You harshly clean a tear that travels down your cheek. “If you hadn't, if you had given me a chance to, to be there for you, then, yes, it would all be different. Trust me. It would. But because of what you did, it's not.” Admitting that to yourself took too long and it was the hardest thing you had to do, but admitting that to him? No. It felt freeing. It felt liberating. It felt fair.

There was a point in which all you could think about was making him suffer the way you did. Because he deserved it. How can someone claim to love you so deeply and then vanish from your life?

However, it isn't really the anger that prevails as he stands in front of you at Jackson Square, trying to apologize for years of pain that he had caused. As soon as you spill your heart out, the only thing left is sadness and nostalgia. You miss the screaming and fighting. You miss his stupid obsession with magic. You miss his sincerity, because till this day, no one would throw the truth in your face like Kol did. You miss the excitement. You miss his insanity. You miss him.

Loving Kol Mikaelson had not been easy. Still, you wouldn't go back on your choice if you had the chance. Because loving him had been a choice, one you've made for nearly five decades. And letting him go had driven you to the edge and brought you back to life.

Yes, you miss him. But it's not strange the fact that, deep down, you'll always miss someone you fell in love with. Even if they didn't carried your heart as carefully as you deserved. They were still part of you. Maybe, they always would be.

“I know.” He says, voice rough. You'd barely hear him if you didn't have enhanced hearing. “I regret it every single day of my life.” His eyes follow as you lean back in the bench. You're sitting in opposite ones. He stares at you as if you're a wounded animal, afraid to approach. His red-rimmed eyes make your heart clench.

You think about how funny it is that your body can react the same to a person. As if they're permanently marked into your soul.

Kol had never said what you wanted to hear. The truth was the only thing that escaped from his lips, even if it would absolutely crush you.

He was real and he pulled you back from the edge many times before. Even if he had been the one pushing you over that same edge afterwards.

This truth is crushing you. But it is a pain you must feel in order to fully move on.

You exhale slowly. “I know you do.” You can see the clear regret in his eyes. It's sipping through his soul and it may have eaten some part of him during these years. You don't feel okay with that. Strangely as that may be, you don't wish his suffering.

“Do you?” He lets out faintly, uncertain. “I'm not— I am not saying any of that with cruel intentions. I never meant to hurt you. I love you, but,”

“... but it wasn't enough to make you stay.” You swallowed with difficulty.

“No.” You glance up at him, something in your chest shatters. You don't know if his honesty is something you crave now. “I miss you. I never stopped missing you, no matter how hard I tried. And I, I don't know how to change that.”

“You can't.” You say, feeling like you can breathe properly after such a long time. “Because I miss you too, Kol.” and I love you. Not the same way, but I do. “It's not something we can change, it's just there. Maybe time will somehow make it better.”

“Really?” The hope in his voice grips you tight. That desperation to move on. To forget. You relate to that so much. “Is that what you think? Sounds too human to come from you.”

You let out a scoff, throwing your head back. “What does that even mean, Mikaelson?”

His deep chuckle brings a small smile out of you.

“Time is necessary for everyone.” You watch him quietly. He has the same tell from before; when his head is full, he plays with the ring in his index finger. Whenever he did that, you'd curl your fingers around his shoulder and squeeze it, he'd relax under your touch.

You would miss that. But you can live without it. You can live without him just as he can live without you. You know it's for the better.

It's almost four in the morning when you arrive back in the hotel. The first thing you do is take a shower, then throw yourself in bed pretending it is the one in your bedroom at your home. Soft and with your favorite pillows. Not the real scratchy and thin bedding you currently have.

It doesn't work, so you dial the familiar number in your phone to actually hear home from the line.

“I'm sorry to be dumping this on you.”

“You're dumping nothing on me.“ Stefan retorts and you can clearly see him shaking his head. “Hey, you handled Ripper-me, if I can't handle you talking about your ex then what does that say about me?“

You stare at the ceiling, “Ripper-you wasn't that terrifying.“ You mock him, earning a snicker that makes your entire being warm.

“I'm certain some people would disagree a little bit.”

“Eh,” You shrug, kicking the comfort off of your legs. “Nothing I can't handle, baby.”

When his chuckles dies down, his tone comes back slightly serious and you pick up on the tinge of concern in it. Same as the day before.

You've unleashed your still-fresh wounds to Stefan a few minutes back. There's no one else you wanted to talk to after everything that's happened. You needed safety, you needed someone to ground you, to stop you from spiraling out of control. Stefan always does that.

He doesn't question too much nor does he judge the situation. He must have expected something like that would end up happening. Part of you wishes he would yell at you, telling you that he had been right and you should have listened to him from the start. Instead, he just listens.

Stefan understands that just as it's Kol, for you. It's Elena, for him. And there's nothing none of you can do about it.

“You can always come to me for anything,” he breaks the silence. “I'm here, I'm not going anywhere.”

Inhaling sharply, fiddling with your engagement ring, you ask, “Why?”

Why aren't you running away? Why do you want to deal with me for the rest of your life?

“Because I love you. And I'm not only here for the good times but also the bad times. I'm here for the ugly truth and I'll still be here for the worst part.” Your breathing is labored at this point. You refrain from telling him you don't deserve it. You don't deserve that he stays. You don't deserve that he's still here after everything. But it's his choice and he's choosing to love you with your baggage.

“For better and for worse. In sickness and in health, right?”

The snort that escapes you is nothing but awful. “You're an idiot.“ You shake your head, pressing the phone closer to your ear as if that would make him closer to you.

You can practically see his smirk through the phone. “But I'm your idiot.” He seems to ponder over your silence. “Ugh, that was cheesy, wasn't it?”

“Yes,” you confirm, biting your lip to avoid a stupid grin. “don't do that ever again.” You order, knowing he will most certainly do it more than ten times. Because that is how Stefan is like. He tells you bad jokes in bad moments to make you feel better, he keeps you company through a phone call for how long you need comfort for and he's the one that makes you feel perfectly fine at the end of the day.

“Please don't break-up with me, we're almost getting married.”

“I'll consider this plea.”

The conversation ends up reaching something lighter when he asks about Hope and Hayley. You tell him about Hope and how bright she is, you detail the tiny differences of New Orleans from before and now and you confess you miss him. Because you do.

In the end, this trip was good. It unfolded a part of your story that had been buried down in a drawer for a long time. You needed closure and you had it tonight. It's bittersweet and it's nostalgic and it's sad but it is necessary.

Which is why you no longer have doubts about your future. Everything seems perfectly clear now that you've confronted your past, the monsters do not look so big anymore.

“I love you,” he says. The line had gone silent for a while as both of you seem to be thinking over to yourselves.

His hoarse voice and clipped tone tells you that he's as affected by this trip as you are. You want to comfort him, saying that there's nothing you need to worry about, I'll come back, I'll always return to you. But none of that will get through his brain until your face to face, finally in each other's arms.

And something that you've come to see through a new perspective is that love isn't tiring, it isn't heavy nor it is draining. Love is strength, calmness and security. Love can be fire, kissing in the rain and a rollercoaster of emotions. But it's not bad and it's not rotten. It can, however, sometimes be doubtful. It can raise questions that can make you halt on your way to say yes, but that's okay. Because even though you're certain, you're allowed to not have all the answers and you're allowed to not be alone to search for them.

“I love you, too,” you breathe out, shutting your eyes to imagine you were close to him, in your safe place.

“It's so good to know that you're smiling right now.”

You let out a scoff, shaking your head but your mouth is quirking up in the sides. “Seriously, you've gotta stop doing that, Stef. Am I feeding your ego?” You don't wait for a response. “Don't answer that, I know I am.”

“Come home.”

Because no matter how much you occasionally missed your past, your present and future are greater than anything else you could have possibly desired.

❝ and that's the way I loved you...❞

“I will.”

You couldn't have asked for anything better.

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[cece693]

Space for Two (Salvatore Brothers x M! Vamp Reader)

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

tags: human Salvatore brothers, manipulative reader, reader who still has feelings, Katherine is present, abandonment, no happy ending

Traveling with Katherine to the Salvatore estate was meant to be nothing special. She was your sire, and the thought of abandoning her, while perhaps sensible, would be agonizing. She meant everything to you—not romantically, but in a way that transcended mere affection. When you were human, she had been the one to see your suffering, dragging you from the unforgiving streets and granting you a second chance at life. That bond, forged in your darkest hour, made it impossible to imagine a world where you weren’t by her side.

As your carriage approached the grand entrance of the Salvatore estate, the late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the grounds. The estate itself, a stately manor of Southern charm, stood proudly against the backdrop of the Virginia woods. The air was thick with the scent of blooming magnolias, mingling with the musty undertone of old wood and history.

Katherine, ever poised, stepped out of the carriage first, her dress whispering against the gravel pathway, blatantly ignoring the hand outstretched in front of her. You followed suit, looking at the driver indifferently before falling in step with your sire. You felt eyes on you; the culprits being two men who had stopped mid-play to watch you and Katherine. It was easy to guess who they were—the Salvatore brothers. Perhaps this stay will provide more entertainment than initially thought.

Time passed swiftly at the Salvatore estate, the days blending into nights as you and Katherine settled into your roles as guests. The brothers were the perfect hosts, eager to please and always vying for your attention. It wasn’t long before you found yourself drawn to both of them, each offering something different, something irresistible.

Stefan, with his gentle nature and sincere affection, made you feel almost human again. You spent long afternoons with him, strolling through the lush gardens, discussing literature, or simply enjoying the peaceful silence of the Virginia countryside. He was a breath of fresh air, and you found yourself wanting to be near him more and more.

But then there was Damon—wild, unpredictable, and intoxicating. He was everything Stefan was not, and it thrilled you to no end. Damon’s charm was dangerous, his flirtations bold and unapologetic. He made you laugh, challenged you, and kept you on your toes.

Yet, you were not innocent. You were manipulative, and you knew how to play the game. You were Katherine's creation after all.

You allowed yourself to indulge in both brothers, carefully crafting a web of lies and half-truths that kept them both on the hook. With Stefan, you let slip that Damon had made advances. Stefan’s jealousy was immediate, though he tried to hide it behind a mask of calm. But you could see it—the way his eyes darkened when Damon’s name was mentioned, the way his grip on your hand tightened when you spoke his name.

With Damon, you spun a different tale. You hinted that Stefan had confessed feelings for you, that he was trying to steal you away. Damon’s response was more visceral, more passionate. He began to seek you out more frequently, his touches lingering, his words dripping with possessiveness. The rivalry between the brothers, already simmering beneath the surface, began to bubble over, fueled by the seeds of jealousy you had planted.

Katherine watched with a knowing smile, her amusement clear as she observed the chaos you had sown. It was intoxicating, watching them both unravel, knowing that you were at the center of their conflict. But as the days turned into weeks, something unexpected happened—you began to fall for them, truly and deeply. It wasn’t part of the plan, but the emotions that had started as a game had become all too real.

Then, one evening, everything came crashing down.

Whispers began to spread through the town—rumors of strange happenings, of creatures that walked the night. The people were growing suspicious, and it wasn’t long before they discovered the truth.

“Katherine, we have to leave.” you urged one night, watching the flickering lights of torches in the distance. The townspeople were coming, their fear driving them to violence.

“I know. We must be quick. But what about the—”

“They’ll be fine.” you cut her off, though your heart ached at the thought of leaving Stefan and Damon behind. “They'll forget all about us soon."

Katherine didn't seem convinced but followed you into the night. The sounds of the town’s anger faded behind you, but the tension in your chest only grew heavier. You knew Stefan and Damon would wake to find you gone, and you could only imagine their despair.

"Wait!" a familiar voice yelled, slicing through the stillness of the night. You stopped in your tracks, heart pounding as you turned to see Stefan and Damon standing at the edge of the woods, breathless and wild-eyed.

Katherine stiffened beside you, her eyes narrowing as she assessed the situation. You could feel the tension radiating from her—she was seconds away from silencing them for good. Without hesitation, you placed a hand on her arm, a firm, silent command.

"Go." you whispered, your tone colder than before. "I have loose ends to cut off."

Katherine hesitated, her gaze searching your face for any sign of weakness or second thoughts. When she found none, she nodded curtly and vanished into the night, leaving you alone with the brothers.

They approached slowly, their faces a mix of confusion, fear, and something else—something that only made this harder. "Where are you going?" Stefan asked, his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. Damon looked down at the bag in your hands, opting to stay silent, his eyes burning with unspoken questions.

"I don’t have to tell you anything!" You allowed the anger to flare in your voice, masking the turmoil beneath with a cold, indifferent façade.

"Bullshit!" Damon roared, his blue eyes blazing with fury. "We deserve at least that much after you played with both of us."

You took a step closer, your presence looming as the air around you thickened with tension. "You want the truth?" you asked, your voice low and dangerous, every word laced with menace. "Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you."

With a slow, deliberate motion, you let the mask of humanity you had worn for months slip away. The warmth in your eyes vanished, replaced by an eerie darkness as veins crawled beneath your skin like twisted vines. Your fangs extended, sharp and gleaming in the pale moonlight, a reminder of the predator lurking beneath the surface.

"This is what I am."

Stefan gasped, instinctively taking a step back, his face paling in horror. Damon’s expression twisted, trying to reconcile the person he thought he knew with the creature before him. "What…what are you?"

"A monster. A demon. A nightwalker. A vampire. Take your pick."

"Why didn’t you tell us?"

A harsh, bitter laugh bubbled up from within you, the sound echoing cruelly in the stillness of the night. "Really, Stefan? Why? How would you have liked me to reveal this to you? Over a stroll in the garden? A dinner with your father?" You shook your head, the absurdity of it all gnawing at you. "Be glad I even told you this. Katherine would’ve left with no explanations."

Damon’s anger flared again, but this time there was a hint of sorrow in his eyes, a vulnerability that he rarely let show. "Was any of it real?" he asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft, the question cutting deeper than any accusation.

The question, so unlike Damon, made you feel a pang of remorse. For a moment, the facade threatened to crack. But you knew you had to do this, to sever the ties that had bound you to them. You couldn’t afford to let them in any deeper.

You met his gaze, your resolve hardening like ice. "What we had was a lie built on a lie." you said, the words sharp and final. "You fell for a fantasy, Damon. Nothing more."

"So that’s it, then? You’re just going to leave?" Stefan sought.

"You should be thanking me for that." You replied icily. "For sparing you from what I am. You’ll live your lives, grow old, have families—things you wouldn’t be able to do if you stayed with me."

Damon clenched his fists, his voice trembling as he struggled to maintain his composure. "We could’ve had forever."

"Forever isn’t what you think it is. And it’s not something I’ll let you throw away."

The brothers stood there, stunned and broken, as you turned your back on them, the last vestiges of your humanity slipping away as you stepped into the shadows. This was how it had to be, you told yourself, even as the ache in your chest made you doubt everything.

"Goodbye." you whispered into the night, knowing they wouldn’t follow, knowing that this was the last time you would see them as the men they were—human, flawed, and painfully mortal.

[mrsmikaelsxn]

Kissing Tears

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pairing: stefan salvatore x female reader

warnings: i guess light angst, mentions of past abuse, fluff, kisses

summary: stefan has a bad dream of the past when his father would abuse him, you comfort him and calm his crying

a/n: this is the first time i'm writing angst (i wouldn't even really call it that) because i hate angst and would choose fluff and/or smut over it anyday

song: take on the world - you me at six

You were asleep and it was a quiet night.

Though you were suddenly awoken from the dream you were having when you felt something shaking next to you.

You sit up and rub your eyes before looking to your left. You see Stefan shaking slightly on the mattress with tears streaming down his face. You reach over and switch the lamp that was next to your bed on.

You quickly place your hands on his shoulder and shake him. He hasn't woken up yet so you call his name.

Finally, he bolts upwards and looks around him. You pull him into your arms and kiss his head.

"Y/n," he breathe out and he leans into your embrace.

"Shh, my love, I'm right here," you whisper as you run your fingers through his fluffy hair.

His breathing somewhat calms down and his tears slow. You take his face in your hands and pepper him in kisses, kissing the tears away as you do so.

"When you're ready to talk, I'm listening," you smile at him.

He lets out a cry that sounded like a whimper. "It was my father," he starts explaining in a small voice.

You play and braid his hair, as much as you can since his hair isn't long. He loves when you do that.

"The dream was like a flashback, to when Damon and I were kids. Our father would hit us. Part of the flashback I had was when my father got really mad, he took his burnt cigar and burnt Damon's hand with it. It was so bad, y/n," he cries.

"Shh, it's okay, darling. He's not here anymore," you say.

He sniffles and you take one of your hands to wipe his eyes.

"I know, I don't know how to stop the dreams though," he frowns.

"I'll figure something out," you promise, "I'm also so sorry for what the two of you went through when you were kids"

He smiles sadly and sits up.

"I'm going to get some water," he say, "go back to sleep"

"Are you sure? I would be more than happy to stay up with you," you tell him.

"I'm sure," you look at him unsure but he just nods with a smile and walks out to get his drink.

A few minutes later he walks back in to see the sleeping beautiful figure of his girlfriend. His lips pull into a gentle smile as he climbs into bed, wraps his arms around you, and pulls you into his chest. Your warmth gives him extra comfort as he falls back into a nightmare-less sleep.

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Gone, Forever

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Pairing: Stefan x fem!reader, Damon x Elena

Genre: Angst

Characters: Stefan, Y/N, Damon, Elena

Description: Stefan and Y/N have switched off their humanity, which means Mystic Falls is threatened. Damon and Elena try to get them to switch it back on, but they seem too far gone.

"What have you done?!"

Damon and Elena stood in the middle of a small cafe and looked around the room at the carnage the two vampires who stood before them had left behind. Stefan took a step forward and smiled widely, showing off the bloodstained teeth of his victims, and slowly walked towards Elena. Immediately noticing this, Damon took a protective stance and pushed her behind him to shield her. "Elena, we haven't done anything wrong. This is what we do. We drink people's blood, and if we kill them in the process, then oh well."

Damon shook his head. "No, brother. This is not what we do. Especially not you. What happened to protect people at all costs? What happened to the vegetarian diet you were on? The animal blood? I know I always joked about it, but it was the right thing to do for you." Elena moved from behind Damon and stepped forward, grabbing his hand in hers. "Please switch it back on, Stefan; we need you. I need you." Damon's shoulders dropped a little at her last words, a sense of sadness swirling around in his head. Stefan opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by footsteps behind Damon and Elena.

"I'm afraid he won't switch it back on; neither am I. We're happy like this. It's how we are meant to live." You strutted past the two and stopped beside Stefan, touching his chest. You pulled him down and attached your lips to his, and a fight between tongues ensued. A clearing of a throat interrupted your actions, and you both pulled away, happy that you had made your point.

"Please, guys. This isn't you. You both always believed that humans were better than us, that they needed and deserved protection, and they still do." Stefan took more steps towards Damon and stood toe to toe. "Listen here, brother, we're happy with how we are. This is us, and you're going to have to suck it up and live with it. The only way you're going to be able to stop us is by killing us, and I know for a fact you won't do that. Now leave us alone before I do something I might regret." He grabbed your hand, and you sped out of the cafe, leaving Damon and Elena to clean up your mess.

"What are we gonna do? They're too far gone now." Elena turned and hugged Damon, cuddling into his chest. "I don't know, Elena, but I do know that Mystic Falls is threatened with the two of them running around and killing people. We need to find another way to get them to switch or to keep them away from everyone without killing them." He kissed the top of her head and walked out of the cafe before phoning in reinforcements to help deal with the problem.

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Night of the Damned

A Stefan Salvatore Oneshot

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

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THE NIGHT SHIFT (prequel oneshot)

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Summary: Two years after reader's fateful night facing off against Stefan Salvatore, she is forced to embrace her true nature of being a vampyre by killing what is left of her humanity...

            TWO YEARS LATER

            Who was she? The woman staring back at you. She looked like you, or someone you once knew, but everything was wrong about it. Her hair had a divine glow to it, her skin flawless of any scars from her past battles. Her eyes much darker than before. And her teeth. Her tongue danced across the fine tip point of her canines. They were always out. She never learned to hide them. But as you watched her look you up & down in the full length mirror, you knew she was you. Just the dead version. The vampyre version.

            You brought your hand to your chest just above the hem of your gown, pressing your palm against your chest, willing yourself to feel a heartbeat. But it never came. You would never get used to it. There were many facets of becoming a vampyre that you regretfully enjoyed, but feeling for yourself that you were indeed not alive was not one of them.

            A shadow in the dark behind you moved. You watched it in the mirror. You could feel his eyes on you, always on you. He was waiting for you to snap, to launch yourself at him with your vampyre abilities & finish the job. The job that ultimately brought you two together & forever changed your life. But you never did. And you never understood why.

            This was the power you needed to do just that: to kill him. You had the speed, the strength, & more importantly, the rage, but in spite of all of that, he still terrified you. You longed for the days when nothing & no one, not even the dead, scared you. But you could always feel his hand on your throat, his teeth on your neck. They were always there, choking & sucking what little life you had in you left. The you from a couple years ago, the human, would be so disappointed in you.

            Stefan finally emerged from the shadows of the corner. His eyes held yours in the mirror as he slowly approached you. He looked elegant & refined. Like a good man. His suit fit him well, hugging the contours of his muscular arms & framing his lean body perfectly. But you knew how dangerous he was, how deadly. After all, he killed you.

            “You look…” He stood directly behind you, his hands ghosting over the skin of your upper arms as he appraised you from the top of your head to the toe of your heels, “…ravishing.”

            And ravish he did. Often. Killing you wasn’t enough. Neither was turning you into a vampyre. Stefan made you his, in every way. Your blood was his, your body, your heart, mind, & soul—if you even had one anymore. For two years he kept you right beside him. He never let you stray far, & if you did, he found you.

            You couldn’t fathom to yourself his obsession with you, his unwavering interest. You had tried to kill him that fateful night. And you both knew that if the opportunity ever presented itself you would try again. But he kept you in your place, reminding you that despite your abilities, he would only hurt you more, more than he already had, if you ever tried again.

            Killing yourself wasn’t an option, either. And even if it was, you were still to prideful to do it. You were a vampyre, after all. Even though you once hunted & killed them, you knew how foolish it would be to rid yourself of that power, that immortality. All you wanted, truly wanted, was to be free of Stefan. Of his death grip on you.

            “Everyone is going to want a taste of you.” He mused as he brushed your hair behind yourself, exposing your neck.

            “They can only dream.” You responded softly, “I’m yours.”

            Stefan smiled against your skin as he kissed along your shoulder. You could feel the ends of his canines grazing you, itching for a bite.

            “Forever.” He said hushed.

            And forever he meant. Because there was only forever for the two of you.

            Your lips parted slightly as Stefan sunk his teeth into the juncture where your neck & shoulder met. Your blood, thick, red, & cool to touch, trickled down your chest, nearing the top of your dress. Stefan wrapped an arm around your middle, tugging you closer against him as he drank from you. You relaxed against him, allowing your head to hang to the side so he could have more access. He growled. You moaned.

            Then, with his other hand, he brought it upwards before you, wiping the trail of blood seeping towards your dress onto his finger.

            He met your eyes in the mirror as he continued drinking. His eyes blackened as the familiar veins of sinful indulgence appeared around his sockets. Then he brought his finger, coated in your blood, to your lips. He rubbed his finger along your lower lip before you closed your lips around his digit.

            Not even you could deny how you tasted. You surmised that was the only reason he kept you around. You had tasted many in your vampyre life, yet none of them tasted as succulent as you. When Stefan wanted you, or rather, needed you, & he came to your room at night, he would often have your blood spilling. All over himself. All over you. Your blood would coat your skin as he fucked you into your mattress or wall or floorboard, his teeth always sinking in where he could. But you ever had the marks to show for it. You healed as well as the rest of them.

            In your two years with Stefan, you saw for yourself what he meant that night at the club when he told you he was a Ripper. He was the most dangerous of them all. Having shut off his humanity, his feelings, he only craved violence, power, domination. You had seen many times with your own eyes how he tore through vampyres & humans alike, always walking towards you covered in their blood. But what others didn’t realize about a Ripper like him was his insatiable appetite.

            Stefan was always hungry, & not just for blood. He was hungry for your resistance, your fear of him, your submissiveness. The only times you ever saw him smile was when he was either inside you or drinking from you. But you were never allowed to drink from him. You had never even seen him bleed except for the night he turned you.

            There was one time, which felt like a long time ago, that you attempted to sink your teeth into him as he sunk into you. But as soon as your canines touched his skin he ripped away from you, slamming you against a wall by your neck & lifting you off the ground. He growled inhumanly, his eyes dark & veiny as he snarled at you. No words were needed. You knew you would never be able to taste him the way he tasted you. You would never be his equal, but his inferior.

            Your tongue sucked on Stefan’s finger, emulating a deep groan from the darkest depths of him. You felt his arousal as he ground his hips into your backside.

            “We still have time.” He shared breathlessly.

            But you didn’t want that. You never had. You faked your desire for him to survive, too scared of what he’d do if he ever knew that you were repulsed by him. He wanted your resistance, yes, but only to an extent. Stefan knew you didn’t want to be with him, but he had convinced himself of one thing: that your carnal desires were as strong as his. He couldn’t be more wrong, but he would never know. Not if you could help it.

            “Damon will seek us out. Do you really want a repeat of last year?”

            Last year, Stefan had been starving, impatient to have you before the annual Night of the Damned—a ball where vampyres all over the world came together to indulge in their deadly lifestyle. The first time you ever came, you witnessed many horrors that left you shaken to your core. It was a night to celebrate insanity, prestige, & a thirst for chaos.

            But before the ball, Stefan insisted on having you. He wouldn’t take no for an answer. Damon had interrupted, that coy yet dangerous smirk of his draped across his timeless features as he watched in the shadows as Stefan tore into you. Stefan was so blinded by his bloodlust that he hadn’t felt his presence. Not until it was over. You had, you saw him watching from the other end of the room, as Stefan devoured you, body & blood. But you said nothing. Fearful that Stefan would share. One violent brother was enough.

            “I will sense him this time.” Stefan whispered against your skin as he reached for the back of your dress.

            “Stefan.” You willed yourself to face him, cupping his face on either side, “Tonight is my first time participating in The Shadow. I’ll need my strength.”

            The Shadow, the most anticipated event of the evening. Every year at the annual Night of the Damned the night closed with the gruesome event. Vampyres, particularly baby ones, would compete against one another in a hunt to chase down & drain the life of one unlucky human. What made it more dangerous was the threat of the sun burning them all alive before they got the chance. At dawn, the vampyres would be released into the woods, their daylight amulets left behind as they raced against each other & the rising, burning star. And every year, at least half of the participants burned, their blood-curdling screams echoing in the distance.

            This year you would be competing. Stefan knew as such.

            He took a step back, peering at you dangerously, considering your words. If he didn’t take them seriously then you would be as good as dead. You would not have the strength to outrun the sun.

            “I suppose you are right.” He finally said, sighing dejectedly.

            It was a small win, but a win, nonetheless.

            “But afterwards,” You ran your fingers through his hair, “I’m all yours.”

            “Forever.” He breathed.

            You brought yourself closer to him, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek, “And ever.”

            The ball itself was as extravagant as the year before. Dark & moody waltz music filled the ballroom & vampyres danced, a lot of them having been alive when that kind of music was the only genre the world knew. Candelabras lined the walls & chandeliers casting a blood red glow over the guests hung from the ceilings. Everyone in attendance wore gowns or finely tailored suits reminiscent of the Victorian era. And the Salvatore brothers were the finest among them.

            Damon had two women on his arm as he lounged on a deep red couch in the corner of the room. The women kissed & nipped at his neck as he reveled in the sensations. But every now & then, his eyes would find you among the dead sea & give you a wink. It unsettled you that Damon, too, in the two years you had been with them, would not hide his evolving curiosity. But Stefan would never allow it. It was the only thing you were grateful for towards him.

            As for you, Stefan twirled you around the center of the ballroom, the skirt of your dress billowing with every turn, dip, & sway. His eyes never left yours as you allowed your body be guided along in time with the music. It felt as if you were transported in time, surrounded by humans who had yet to be turned into the most vicious creatures to walk the earth. But whenever you cast your eyes about, you were reminded of their existence. Blood in their glasses, fangs appearing as they laughed jovially among one another. This was their world, & you were a part of it.

            “It’s nearly time.” Stefan spoke, breaking you from your observations.

            “I know.” You nodded. The Shadow would begin shortly.

            “You will win.” He assured you. But it brought you little comfort. To not burn alone in the woods would be your best case scenario, however, Stefan implored you to drain the life of whatever human you were to hunt. The winner of race would win a prize of their choosing. But the only prize you wished for was your freedom, & Stefan would never allow it, rules be damned. Taking a life that would not guarantee you your freedom was, in your eyes, not worth it.

            “Brother.” Damon’s voice sounded behind you. Stefan released you but only momentarily before he placed his hand on your hip to press you closer against him. A sign of his possession over you. Damon’s eyes flashed to the movement, earning him his signature smirk.

            He held out his hand, “The host wants to see you. I will dance with her.”

            Stefan’s face hardened at that, “For what reason?”

            Damon shrugged, “He didn’t say. But from the whispers I’ve been hearing, the human in question for tonight’s event is someone…special.”

            Stefan stiffened beside you at that, eyeing Damon’s still outstretched hand.

            “Brother, you mustn’t keep him waiting. We both know how impatient he gets.”

            Your eyes shifted between the two brothers before Stefan ultimately cleared his throat, nodding, “Do not let her stray.”

            “Never.” Damon grinned wolfishly before Stefan placed one of your hands in Damon’s.

            Had you a heartbeat, it would be thrumming wildly. Being alone with Damon, even in a room full of people, only heightened your nerves.

            “May I have this dance?” His sharp blue gaze pierced your own.

            “Not like I have a choice.” You replied gently with an undertone of bitterness.

            Damon smirked in agreement.

            The piano waltz continued & Damon spun you into his arms.

            “I missed the girl you were before. She was…something. A fighter always aching for a battle. Now, look at you.” Damon commented as he twirled you beneath his arm.

            “You killed her.” You returned, recalling the night two years ago. “If you liked her so much, you should’ve let her go.”

            “Hmm.” Damon brought you to his chest, one hand on your waist while the other held your opposite hand in the air to the right of you. “Had it been up to me, I would’ve. But my brother, he gets these thoughts in his head, & once they’re there…”

            You knew every well what he meant.

            Though Damon terrified you, being the more impulsive & wilder of the two, Stefan still reigned over the fear in your heart. But Damon was a close second. And as you felt his grip on you tighten, you were reminded of that.

            “Though I am curious about who you are now.” Damon revealed.

            “You know who I am.” You replied, wanting to avoid what he was referring to.

            Damon chuckled darkly, admiring the features of your face as you avoided his eyes, “No. She’s still in there. She’s just…waiting. Isn’t she?”

            You gulped. It was better to say nothing. Anything you said would likely be repeated back to your handler. You couldn’t risk a fierce punishment.

            “Don’t worry.” Damon’s hand strayed to your lower back as he dipped you to the floor, his lips against your ear, “It’ll be our secret.”

            When he returned you upright, you were unable to recover from his words. But the feeling was short-lived as Stefan reappeared. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously towards his brother, “Thank you, Damon.”

            Damon released you but not before bringing the knuckles of your hand to his lips, kissing them softly, “My pleasure.”

            You tucked your hand behind you, rubbing your knuckles against the fabric of your dress as Stefan stood where Damon once did.

            “It’s time.” Stefan eyes caught your own, “The Shadow begins.”

            On the many acreage lawn on the backside of the Victorian estate, vampyres gathered in anticipation of the most looked-forward-to event. Stefan guided you through the masses until you were at the front.

            “Your amulet.” He held out his hand, palm up.

            Your fingers reached for the amulet around your neck before fingers along the fine chain until you reached the clasp. After undoing the piece of jewelry, your only protection from the sun, you dangled it into Stefan’s hand.

            He then closed the distance between the two of you, his head leaning downwards to speak softly into your ear, “Remember, no using your abilities until you catch it.”

            ‘It’. That’s what the poor human you would be chasing down was reduced to.

            But Stefan was right. You had to remind yourself that your vampyre abilities were forbidden. No speed to race through the woods & back in less than twenty seconds, no strength to sabotage your competition. Though you were still monster, the event was to kill what little humanity there was left in you before you ended the life of another. And the only way to do that was to reduce your skills to match that of your prey. A true predator in the midst.

            “I know.” You breathed out, your voice shaky.

            “And don’t hesitate. Don’t listen to it’s pleas. Because it will beg.”

            “Yes, Stefan.” You murmured.

            He peered into your eyes once before placing a kiss on your cheek. You allowed yourself the one instance of affection. It perhaps may be the last affection you ever felt if you weren’t successful, even if it was from the man who murdered you.

            Kicking off your heels, you turned away from Stefan & the other vampyres, moving further out onto the lawn where the competitors were to line up. This year it was only you versus three others. At least two of you would die. You hoped it wouldn’t be you.

            The sound of a gun pierced the air & you shot forward. Your legs pumped under you as you raced forward. You could feel your natural instinct to speed forward at an inhuman rate take over but you forced the instinct down. If you cheated you were as good as dead.

            The other vampyre babes were behind you as you dived into the tree line. The only upper hand you had over them was your past life experience. Having been a vampyre once before you were agile, quick, & your endurance unmatched in most instances. Once in the tree line you refrained from using your heightened senses of smell & sound. It almost couldn’t be helped but you willed yourself not to.

            The other vampyres disappeared in different directions in search of the grand feast. You continued forward, your feet carrying you like a Victorian vampyre goddess through the early morning fog that wisped between trees. The sky above you was a light shade of blue. You had no idea as to how long you had before the sun rose & began to peek through the trees, but you were determined not to be out there long enough to find out. Your goal was not to drain the human, but to simply survive. As soon as you came across whoever caught the poor being, you would turn back & return to Stefan, your amulet waiting.

            But as you continued running among the trees, you heard the undeniable snap of a branch. No vampyre, even a baby, would be foolish enough to make the mistake of revealing their position. That only meant one thing.

            You slowed down, hesitantly going in the direction in which you heard the sound of life. As you grew closer, you could hear the heavy breathing, & with your heightened senses, the racing of a prey’s heart.

            It wasn’t cheating to hear it as you grew closer to it. It only meant that you were practically on top of them. Leaning over a fallen tree trunk, you peered over the other side. There was a slight decline just below the tree trunk & it was there, just below the trunk, that you spotted bare feet.

            You had found them. And with the sky growing brighter by the second, you couldn’t walk away leaving them to be found by another. You had to survive.

            Leaping yourself over the trunk, you stared at the shadowy space beneath the trunk. Whoever it was, their feet were sticking out. You felt yourself frown internally. It was cruel. They knew what was coming for them. But as you stepped forward, preparing to bend at the waist & yank on their ankle to drag them out. Your heard the sound of your name.

            “_____?” The voice said again, & it was then that you realized it was coming from the human hiding in the shadows beneath the trunk, “It really is you!”

            Without needed to pull them out yourself, the human crawled forward. You felt your muscles stiffen at the human on their knees before you as they peered up at you. They looked relieved to see you, but also fearful. You backed away.

            “Urien…” You whispered, though your voice was barely audible.

            He looked deathly, nothing like the man you last saw two years ago when he sent you into the club that you would ultimately die in.

            “You’re alive!” He smiled, but you noted how he was missing teeth, having been torn out forcefully likely under some form of torture.

            You looked away from him. It had been so long since you last saw him. He was far from the man you remembered. He was shirtless, like he had always been before, but he didn’t carry the muscle mass anymore. He was thin, sickly so, & his already scarred body had new ones, fresher, ones that still bled when cracked open. How long had he been captured for?

            Then you immediately recalled how Damon pulled Stefan away from you on the dance floor, reciting that the host wanted to speak with him about their special hunt for the evening.

            It dawned on you then. Stefan knew. Stefan knew that it would be your former boss, former friend, that you would be chasing down. It’s why he reminded you to not let ‘it’ talk, to beg. Because Stefan knew as well as you did, the human part of you had yet to be completely snuffed out. This was it. This was more than a race or competition. It was your test alone.

            “We thought you died. That they killed you.” Urien sputtered, still evidently shocked at seeing you, as you were him.

            “I did.” You replied almost flatly, “They did.”

            Urien grinned but it was a sad one. He peered up at you, “You’re not a monster, _____. Not like them.”

            But you were. It was all you saw in the mirror. Urien could see it too, he just clung to the human inside you.

            “Let me go. Let me go & I’ll find the others. We’ll come back for you.”

            “You’ll kill me.” You heard your voice harden. It’s what they did after all, The Night Shift. They killed vampyres. Regardless of your history with them, they would only do the same to you.

            “No! No, no!” Urien shook his head vigorously, “You are one of us.”

            But you knew he was lying. You could hear past the rapid beating of his heart. How it pulsed faster every time he opened his mouth. He was lying. It would either be him, or you.

            “Not anymore.” You whispered.

            Urien’s expression fell as he watched the skin around your eyes darken & grow with the familiar veins of a vampyre about to strike.

            “_____! Please! No!”

            “I’m sorry, Urien.” You stared past him, through him, “But _____ died a long time ago.”

            Then you flew forward & sunk your teeth into your former friend’s neck, your mouth filling with his blood, his livelihood, his humanity. As you drained the life from him, you felt the last of your humanity die.

            You were vampyre. Forever. And ever.

            Stefan stood before you. Naked. You lounged on the foot of your bed, your eyes dancing across the contours of his pale skin & lean muscles.

            He was proud of you. You could see it in his eyes. It was a look you had never seen before. Stefan looked at you in many ways, but never like this. And now that your humanity was wiped from you, you took minor pleasure in it. Stefan Salvatore, one of the most dangerous vampyres to exist, was proud of you.

            “I don’t tell you enough how beautiful you are.” Stefan breathed out as he approached you until his knees knocked into yours.

            “Tell me.” You breathed out, eyeing him.

            He leaned forward, his lips brushing teasingly against your own, “You are beautiful. My vicious little thing.”

            You smiled, your canines poking at your lower lip as you did.

            “Now,” he kissed the shell of your as he spoke, “it’s time for my protégé to claim her prize.”

            Your prize. You once longed for your freedom, but this was freedom as you knew it. That prideful glee in Stefan’s eyes. He no longer saw you as his lesser but his counterpart. You were a part of him. There would be no leaving him. And for the first time ever, you were seduced by the thought.

            And so, you only wanted one thing.

            Stefan straightened, his hand gently cupping the back of your head as he pushed your head forward towards him. Then he raised his other arm, the underside of his wrist exposed. Your felt your eyes darken & pop with veins as you gazed at the fine blue lines beneath his marble skin.

            You glanced up at him through your lashes. He nodded, urging you on.

            Slowly, hesitantly, you brought your lips to his wrist. You brushed your lips against the skin there, marveling at the smoothness of it. Then you darted your tongue out, licking the area. Stefan gasped softly above you.

            Smiling softly to yourself, you finally sunk your teeth into his wrist. His blood poured into your mouth & you saw the sun. She burned bright & endlessly. You clung to Stefan’s arm, pressing his wrist further against your face as you drank from him, savoring the taste of his rich & earthy sustenance.

            This is what this life was all about. That taste, that feeling it brought you. It was addictive, like a drug you desperately craved, that you would kill for. And you had. And you would do it again. You finally understood why Stefan would never let you go.

After getting a bite of him, you felt positive that he would never outrun you. He was yours as much as you were his.

Forever. And ever.

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