#tvd angst

[klausysworld]

reader and klaus just had an massive argument and he kicks her out the house and invites cami over , reader ends up getting attacked badly in the middle of the night by one of klaus enemies and she calls him and he ignores all the calls until he listens to the voicemail in the morning only to find yn but it’s too late

The Ache Of Agony

Everything had been blown out of proportion. Y/N was a mess of tears and yelling whilst Klaus's paranoia was flaring. Within seconds Klaus had stopped thinking with his heart, looking at her like an enemy instead of his lover. Something to fight not fight for.

He had to get her out of that house before he hurt her; killed her.

However even once she was gone his mind was spinning. She hadn't meant to but she had caused a small sum of pain to him, put his family in danger and for that his mind told him to make her hurt.

Which was how Camille ended up at his house, lashes batting prettily as she sat beside him, leaning into him gradually. One of his hands was tense against the back of her neck, his body unsure how to respond between the battle of his head and heart as his lips neared the blonde's.

Their mouths finally met with a lack of passion on his end meanwhile she relished in finally having what she desired. His eyes only closed for a second before they were open, the look in them distant as he pulled away and let her rest her forehead against his.

The buzz of his phone vibrated against the table making him glance to see Y/N's name. Guilt crawled up his throat like a thousand tiny legs and he felt his arm reach out to grab the device but Cami's beat him to it. She clicked the button on the side and turned the phone face-down, pushing it to be forgotten.

Camille didn't stay as long as she'd hoped, Klaus couldn't go through with what his irrational mind had originally conjured up and he wound up back alone on the couch with his head in his hands.

Drink and drugs filled his body in an attempt to gorget his mistakes but in doing so he forgot her. The phone call and the dozen more that followed.

Morning had long passed before Klaus woke up face down, fully clothed against his bed. Elijah had been the one to drag Klaus downstairs, lecturing about his behaviour. One brief mention of Y/N's name was enough to spark a memory, the faint vision of his phone lighting up for the tenth time whilst his head was spinning a hundred different ways.

Klaus stood up fast, too fast. His body ached to throw up as the blood rushed up but he fought against it and ran for his phone, ignoring Elijah's impatient calling.

"No, no, no, no." He muttered, panic finally setting in as he clicked on the list of voicemails left from her only to be flooded with pure and utter dread when the haunting echo of her screams left the speaker.

Elijah's voice died down and the brother stood in a deathly silence as he pressed the next one. The familiar voice of a couple witches they had been antagonised by were laughing, mocking Y/N's agony as they tortured those cries from her one smiling lips.

"We need Davina, now." Klaus announced though the crack in his voice wasn't missed and Elijah was moving immediately.

Y/N had been looked at fondly by the vampires of New Orleans, wolves too via Hayley. There wasn't a bad word to say about her, so when hearing she was missing and most likely stung up in stitches, everyone was there to bring her home.

Five broken barriers and a covens worth of witches later and they finally had her within reach and yet nobody moved to pull her free of those chains.

Not when her throat was already slit, her body torn open down to her navel. Blood painting her skin, dripping down to the floor in a platter of abstract.

Klaus's heart ached so much he'd rather have had it torn out a hundred times over.

His steps were hollow against the ground as his trembling hands raised to tear apart the shackles that held her wrists up, dangling her from the ceiling like a butcher would a pig.

His arms caught her body with a broken cry, knees giving out but he didn't dare let her touch the floor. She was still warm against him, although that could have just been the blood, still her limbs were still soft and he could still curl her body against his and pretend for just a second longer that she was alive and snuggled up to him in bed like she should have been that night before.

Rebekah's hand touched his shoulder but the whimper that left his throat made Elijah pull her away. "Not yet." He uttered, his own voice struggling to maintain the usual stoicism it held. The other vampires hung their heads in grief, listening to the sobs Klaus Mikaelson whilst Marcel encouraged them to step away and let the family grieve.

Only a few had began to move when a sharp gasp reached each corner of the room.

A sound of terror leaving both Klaus and Y/N when her body lurched to some sort of life. She pushed him off, screaming with fear and confusion. Klaus's hands flew up in an attempt to show no harm and the other vampires were forcefully removed from the building to give her a moment.

Eventually her mind recognised her wrists were free, her insides were intact and the physical torture was gone; only psychological left.

Coming to the realisation she was a vampire hit her too hard after everything else she had gone through in the past hours. All her senses were running too high, causing her to spiral erratically.

Nobody could touch her, talking to her was proving just as difficult and it was eating Klaus up.

Hours dragged by but every minute was another minute closer to truly losing her forever. Klaus was given a glimpse of what her death would do to him and he knew that he couldn't let her go. He would give anything to go back and just let her yell at him, to have just forgiven her and make it up to each other. Or to at least have been the one to leave so that she could have remained safe at home. Instead he threw her out to fend for herself, an angel in a land of monsters.

Exhaustion wrapped its way back around Y/N as her end started to sink in. As her last grains of strength crumbled down the drain, Klaus was finally able to get close enough to hold her red-stained hand. He could feel her inner conflict to pull away or accept his comfort, she was scared and he understood that but he couldn't hold her lifeless body for the second time in 24 hours.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered, careful not to speak too loud and irritate her heightened senses. Y/N's eyes were full of such a sadness he had never seen in her before. "Please let me bring you home, if you won't transition, at least be somewhere safe? Somewhere that's not here." He pleaded with her, hoping that of he got her home he could sway her decision.

Lucky for him, she didn't want to see that room for a minute longer than necessary. She couldn't have those walls be the last walls she ever see.

Being back in their bed, her bloody body staining the sheets as she shook worse than a leave on an autumn's night, was so much better than that floor.

The gentle touch of his fingertips on the side of her arm was the most amount of comfort she would accept so it was what he would give. The mere mention of turning shut her down but when her skin started greying, desiccating, Klaus couldn't just watch.

She whimpered a cry when the beautiful taste slipped down her throat, her vision blocked by tears as the hunger vampires had always described to her devoured her whole.

Klaus was finally able to get his arms around her as he felt her submit to the urges and drain blood bag after blood bag that he handed to her.

Klaus had to push the guilt down, he would have to survive her resentment, he would live with her hating him just so long as he never had to hear or see her in that kind of pain again.

He would never be the cause of that, not ever again.

[stvolanis]

his fingers grazed through your hair, tugging at your roots almost soothingly as tears rolled down your cheeks. The powerful man had you bent over his lap. “You know how I feel about you slumming around with mortals, darling.” Elijah whispered in your ear tauntingly. His free hand traced circles over your reddened ass—his handprint evident. His rings induced more pain than you’d like to admit, but it was an addictive feeling. “M sorry, sorry—please, I won’t do it again. Was jus’ trying to be nice.” You whimpered out.

His hand gripped your ass cheek roughly, pulling you up by your hair ever so slightly. His warm breath fanned your neck as he inhaled your scent. “Mmm, he looked very comfortable, you know. Putting his arm over your shoulder—“ he said, pushing your panties to the side and rubbing a finger at your entrance. “Whispering in your ear—had you all giggly, hm, baby?” He said, entering a finger slowly.

you gasped at the intrusion of his fingers that were much longer and thicker than yours. “Tell me, what was so funny?” He asked as he began to repeatedly slam his fingers into you. You were at a loss for words, the only thing you were capable of doing was moaning like a bitch in heat. “You just wanted my attention, didn’t you? Little minx.” He laughed, deep and full of knowing. “Say it, or I’ll stop.” He urged, fingers never faltering.

“Y-Yes—ohmygodd! Please, needed this so baddd..” You moaned out, your words slurring. Elijah loved having you like this. Bent and at his mercy, allowing him to do whatever he pleased with you. “That’s ittt, good girl.” He said, voice low and full of need as he listened to the sloppy noises your juices on his fingers were making.

[writememysticfalls]

Bad Brother | Damon Salvatore

Summary: You're forced to spend the evening with Damon, your boyfriend Stefan's annoying older brother. He decides to corrupt you...

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x reader

Genre: Suggestive, older brother AU, enemies to lovers

Word Count: <1k

“Baby sitting’s boring,” Damon said.

Damon was lying on the sofa with his head hanging over one arm.

He flipped through a magazine at lightning speed. “Taylor Swift broke up with her boyfriend, blah blah blah - all read. Let's go out now!”

“Stefan said we can't leave the house. It's too dangerous,” you said.

Suddenly, you felt your body fly through the air. Damon had carried you to the front door. You shivered. He was stronger than you thought.

“Put me down!” you said. He dropped you, hard.

“One drink?” Damon said, smirking down at you and rapping his fingers on the door.

“One drink, and you'll behave for the rest of the night?” you said.

Damon nodded, eyes wide and innocent.

You couldn't help but smile at his ridiculous expression. “Fine. One non-alcoholic drink. And not from a bar - from a supermarket.”

Damon rolled his eyes. “Alright. You're more of a goody two-shoes than Stefan.”

At the supermarket, Damon walked straight to the soda aisle - and hid a can of cola in his jacket pocket.

“What the hell?” you hissed. “Put that back!”

You heart thumped. You'd had your share of fun in your life - but shoplifting was crossing a line.

Damon walked right to the door, adding an infuriating little salsa to his step.

“Quiet, Y/n,” he whispered. “You're acting suspicious.”

You wanted to punch him in the face, but you had to follow him. As the doors opened, you started to feel light-headed. You were getting away with it!

Just then, someone yelled, “Hey. I saw that!”

All of a sudden, he put an arm around your shoulder, and said, “Mia moglie è malata, questa bevanda è per lei.”

The manager was striding towards you and Damon. You glared at Damon, so angry you could barely breathe.

To your surprise, Damon muttered, “Can you run any slower?”, before grabbing you in one arm and carrying you the rest of the way.

It had to be Italian. The only things you could understand in his next sentence was “no English” repeated loudly by Damon, while he steered the two of you out.

Finally, the woman gave up and you sprinted towards the car.

As you drove home, you felt a thousand emotions. You wanted to be angry at Damon, but you couldn't. All you felt was exhilaration.

“You are just so - ugh - I can't even with you!” you said to Damon, as you walked back to the house.

Damon smirked and held out two cans of coke. “I swiped one for you too,” he said. “Cherry. Your favourite.” He winked. "Will you pop it, or shall I?"

You hesitated, then cracked open the can. It was fizzy and delicious.

“Why didn't you just… compel the woman at the store? Why bother with the ‘no English’ act?” you asked.

Damon shrugged. “Because it's fun, Y/n. Obviously.”

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[boundbyeclipse]

Okay so I saw your prompt list and I was wondering if you’d be able to write prompt 1 from angst with prompt 4 from smut for Kai?? I would literally DIE if it’s possible + your writing I literally amazing

hi, precious! oh of course I can, you request - I deliver! ps. my heart is happy, thank you so so much, it means a lot to me 🥺 ilysm ♡

tag : jealous!reader, vampire!reader, female!reader, rough!Kai, boyfriend!Kai, mentions of Bonnie

prompts are here.

♠️ 1. “Just go hang out with Person C. You’ve gotten good at that”

⛓️ 4. “If I kiss you right now, I won’t be able to stop”

It wasn’t just a little argument. It wasn’t anything close to a small fight. You actually had rage exploding out of you. You were so fed up with seeing how Kai talks to Bonnie, how he flashes her a smile, how much time he spends with her and how he just cannot stop talking about her in general. It annoyed the hell out of you to the point you grew angry, jealous and wanted to never see him again.

You stood in front of him behind the school building, face to face, no people in sight as it was late at night. It was finally time to show him you were fed up with everything he’s been doing.

“I am so sick and tired of this bullshit, Kai. I’m right. Here. And yet you aren’t listening to me!”

“Woah, woah, woah, slow down. You’re quite literally an ignited match right now, you’re burning with all this anger” he raises his hands in the air, taking a step forward, but you take a step back.

“Yes, yes I am! Tell me, is she better than me? Is she prettier? Does she make you feel alive? What is it, Malachai?”

The name makes him scrunch his nose, but it’s just because you’re both fighting. Under any other condition, he always loves it. And you are the only person he accepts it from. If anyone else says it, he gets irritated and mad.

“What are you even talking about right now? There’s nothing going on, I have no interest in her, my eyes are all on you”

You shook your head in disbelief.

“Just go hang out with Bonnie. You’ve gotten good at that”

Using your vamp-speed you run into the building, getting inside the gym and sitting down on the bottom of the stairs, burying your face in your palms as you tried to calm down. Then you began to regret starting this fight with him. Maybe you’re just overreacting, imagining what isn’t there because you’re so in love with Kai, that the simplest things make you jealous. Like a few weeks ago when he was talking to another girl who he only needed help from to find some sort of a spell. They only spoke, exchanged smiles, that’s it. And you still found yourself grinding your teeth at the sight. Maybe you really are overreacting.

As you stare at the floor while fiddling your fingers, the door opens and closes - Kai has found you.

“Are you really going to throw another tantrum at me?” he asks, walking towards you in quick steps, stopping right in front of you. You couldn’t bear it, so you stood up, bodies so close to each other that you felt one another’s breaths on your faces.

“Kai, I just cannot stand how you act around her. I feel left out, like I’m never here, like I don’t exist sometimes. And yes, maybe it’s my stupid brain that makes me think this way, act this way, maybe it’s too much. So tell me, what the hell is going on so I know. I don’t want to hurt myself or you”

He moves even closer to you, and you didn’t think it was even possible to be this close to him. Not during a fight. A heavy sigh leaves his lips, heartbeat intense as he cannot help but feel the tension between you both. He’s so angry that you’re like this, so angry that he wants to prove to you that all he wants is you.

“You have always trusted me. So why can’t you trust me now when I say there is nothing between me and Bonnie? Why?”

“Maybe because I need you to prove it” your lower lip trembled as you inhaled the scent of his cologne, mixed with the smell of leather of his jacket. It was some sort of a distraction, you could feel lust beginning to wash over your body, and Kai was able to notice. He’s known you long enough to know your body language. He knew when you were sad, when you felt shy, nervous, bothered. Even sexually frustrated. And that was the case right now.

Especially the way you kept looking at his lips, even if that lasted for a second.

He knew you wanted to taste him. He knew you wanted him to yourself and yourself only. It was a tad bit too easy to read you. But he wanted to get it out from you, so he did not make any moves.

“You know damn well that I can see it in your eyes - you cannot keep it together. From head to toe you’re shaking with desire, I can tell that my cologne is driving you insane. Your heart is racing a thousand miles per hour,” he teased you with words, his voice husky and inviting, “so go ahead, kiss me. Be jealous. Be overprotective”

You bit your lip, blood boiling as you snapped at him, voice silvery.

“If I kiss you right now, I won’t be able to stop”

Kai grins, leaning closer to your ear to whisper.

“So kiss me”

Your temper is short lived as you grab his face, landing your warm lips on his, not wasting any time to slip your tongue in his mouth. With your vamp-speed you end up in the hall, Kai pressing you against the lockers, his cold fingertips touching your skin under your shirt. A filthy moan escaping from you as he picks you up, his large hands firmly holding the back of your thighs.

In a second, you’re in a classroom, laid on the desk, Kai kissing and sucking your neck, earning small whimpers from you. He pushes your skirt up, all over you as he grinds himself against your heated core. His jeans tighten within seconds, becoming more and more unbearable as he continues to bite your collarbone. His hands squeeze your hips as he groans against your skin as he cannot contain himself no more.

Kai unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down, letting his length spring against his stomach, rock hard and throbbing with need.

“You want me to prove myself to you, hm?” he grabs you by the hips and pulls you closer, your thighs hugging his waist as he lines himself at your clothed entrance.

“Y-yes” you moan eagerly, waiting for his next move.

“I’ll make sure the whole town hears you, and I’ll leave you limping, everyone will be jealous of YOU, sweetheart”

The pads of his fingers ghost over your underwear, suddenly pulling it away as he enters you without a warning. You gasp and grab the sides of the desk, your insides pulsing with each thrust. He’s almost too big for you to take, but you love the way he stretches you out. You buck your hips against him, but Kai presses you down as his hands hold you down by your hip bones, fingers bruising the skin.

“Ma-Malachai” you cry out.

“Don’t you move. You brought this upon yourself. Now take it”

His thrusts become rougher and deeper, one hand reaching for your throat, squeezing the sides as he grunts from above you. The table underneath you shakes, sliding across the floor, all the papers and pencils falling down as Kai buried himself deeply in you. But he couldn’t care less about that. He was focused on you.

Your leg begins to cramp, and you grab his wrist, squeezing it and tapping it.

But Kai wasn’t going to stop. He pulled out, lifting you up and flipping you around, your ass on full display for him. He grabs one leg of yours, lifting it up so he has better access to your dripping folds. In a second he’s back inside of you, now leaning over you as he has his arm around your throat, his low and smoky moans heard in your ear. His other hand is holding your leg, hips slamming against you with no mercy.

Your eyes rolled back from the ecstasy he’s put you in, his name leaving your mouth in loud cries, echoing through the whole building. He feels so good that tears fall from your eyes, legs shaking and torso jolting as his tip hits the right spot. You can sense your high coming, your core pulsing and walls tightening around his length.

“Come on, love, hold on a little longer. You’re not cumming until I do” he warns.

His command makes you choke on your words, voice barely coming out with a little “yes”. Kai smirks at your attempt to reply, finding it hot that you’re so affected by him.

Kai pulls out again, lifting you up and sitting you down on the wooden desk, one hand wrapped around your waist as his other one holds you by the back of your neck. He gifts you a sloppy but passionate kiss, biting your lip in the process. You moan his name again, letting him know that there is no possibility you’ll last any longer. Knowing he’s almost done too, he buries his face in the crook of your neck while his hand reaches to squeeze your breast, kneading the hard nipple.

The classroom is soon filled with both of your moans as you explode, cumming around his length, black dots in your vision, Kai spilling himself inside you. Both of you catch your breaths, hugging for some time before fixing yourselves.

“Have I proven myself?” he asks, throwing on his jacket.

“If you’ll take me home and make me a bath with bubbles, mission will be accomplished”

Kai shakes his head, chuckling at you as he unexpectedly picks you up, throws you over his shoulder and carries you out of the school.

“This woman, tsk tsk tsk” he clicks his tongue and smacks your butt as he holds you tight, not letting you down until you’re finally back at his house.

[starshipsofstarlord]

I've waited a thousand hours to tell you exactly how I feel, but you don't deserve an explanation

Warnings - cheating, angst, break up (0.8k)

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Damon had once enjoyed tormenting human beings, all because he could. There was a violent anger within his cursed soul, he wanted others to suffer just as he had. It hadn't been his choice to be turned into a vampire, however that was now the reality of his life, and so he had chose to embrace the tragedy that had arose his body from initial death instead of holding resent towards it.

But once again he was emoting regret; he had hurt her. Y/N was everything that he had searched for in his 173 years of existence, she made him feel as though he was alive again. Damon was vastly aware that he wasn't the better brother, it was in his blood to be gullible when it came to making mistakes. And that was what he had done once again.

There was nobody that Y/N knew who was as self destructive as Damon, he was unable to accept a good thing without ruining it first. So here Y/N was, in ruins as she sat at the bar, nursing a strong drink as though it would numb the wound that Damon had made in her. She had spent decades loyal by his side, but she was foolish to have ever thought that he would be content with somebody that wasn't a Katherine knock off.

Sometimes the woman liked to convince herself that Katherine had sired him just to make herself feel better. But despite her dark hopes, it wasn't true and she was only temporarily blinding herself to the surrounding reality.

Damon's heart ached as he viewed his girl from afar, he wanted to run to her and hold her broken demeanour in his arms. He wanted forgiveness, what he and Elena had was nothing than a drunken night spent alone together. It would never happen again, he couldn't bear to see his Y/N in such a state. There was a glass of bourbon in his hand, but after his intoxicated rendezvous, he refused to drink.

He had fucked up, and there was no redeeming himself. His actions and wandering hands had been unjustified, in fact criminal as it had costed him the companionship that he craved. Y/N stood, leaving bills on the bar as she turned to leave, however her tracks of retreat were faulted to a stop as she saw him in her peripheral.

Y/N wished she could hurt Damon in the same way he had her, but it would be impossible. He had been unable to control his libido in the shared presence of another woman, and it evidently meant that he had never cared about her. She was just there on his arm for appearances, to show that he had moved on from his messy past. Others had been convinced of that up until now, and so had she, though they had all come to realise that it had all been a cruel hoax.

"Baby." He pleaded with the pet name that often times would make her melt, but she remained hard and stoic despite his conniving words. Y/N wondered if he had called Elena that in their time together, but it was best decided if she didn't know.

"I miss you." Damon proclaimed as though it would make things any better. All it did was blur Y/N's eyes with infinite tears and her break all over again. Her lips trembled as she stood in front of her unreliable lover, she could only see him as a stranger rather than the man that she had shared a bed with for a lifetime. Life only lasted so long, and it was understandable if their vampiric relationship did also, it was a shame it had to end the way it had though.

"I've waited a thousand hours to tell you exactly how I feel, but you don't deserve an explanation. We're over Damon, for good, I refuse to hold you back any longer. Be with Katherine, or Elena, or whoever the hell you want, as long as it's not me." Her shoulder collided with Damon's as she shoved past him, refusing to hear his apologies or regrets. He had lost her for once and for all, and there was undeniably nothing that he could do to make up for his careless reckoning.

Damon only wanted Y/N, but she no longer desired him. He had internally harmed her, and it was damage that would live within her for eternity. She had wasted far too long on the man that she had called hers, and through it she had somehow survived the anguish that she'd endured because of him. If he wanted forgiveness he would have to do more than grovel in self hatred, he would have to be responsible for saving her from the turmoil heart ache that had made her feel more human than the era in which she had been one.

[heavenstohell]

LOYAL COMPANION

Stefan Salvatore/F!Reader

PLOT: Before chaos. there was you. You who made a bond with the younger Salvatore brother. Connected by the hip through thick and thin, bestfriends forever. Right? WARNINGS: blood, violence

HOW CAN ONE SAY SOMEONE IS LOYAL TO THEM? By having to be there all the time? By protecting them from whatever harm comes their way? ___was a longtime friend of Stefan Salvatore since they were kids. They met playing by the creek at Mystic Falls. ___, having no siblings enjoys Stefan's company. Hanging out at his house or hers from time to time and going to walk around the town to complete errands that one of their parents told them to do. You enjoyed his presence, he was kind. It was present in his actions. He had a good heart and it showed whenever you were together with him.

This day was not different from your everyday spent with him. "Stefan? What are you up to?" You ask, sitting down on a rickety wooden chair at their front porch. He looks up from fixing his shoe, about to stand up from the chair beside you, he answers. "Nothing, really. I was about to find Damon, but I guess you're here now, soo. What do you want to do?" You smile, gazing down at the floor. Avoiding Stefan's eyes from your tomato flushed skin. You tuck back a stray hair strand behind your ear, "I have a gift for you." You announce as you stand up, walking down the porch stairs. You look back to Stefan behind you, "Are you coming or what?" He smiles, nodding his head a yes. "When do I not?"

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You make him follow you to the place where everything started, where you both became the best of friends. Of course, to you, he was. "You have to close your eyes though." You suddenly face him. You had not expected the close distance you had with him; you step back. "And why do I have to?" He asks curiously, walking a bit closer to you. He tilts to the side for your answer before he looks around. "Oh, you brought me here. Under the old oak tree." He laughs, remembering the memories you made with him before together. "I am quite sentimental." You reason, "Now just close it!" Your hands try to cover his eyes, failing when you both laugh as he shrugs them away. "Alright! Alright. You got me so curious, ____." You roll your eyes at his words, "Give me your palms and try to feel what I placed on them. Okay?" You grab a silver necklace with a blue ascent adorning its pendant out of your pocket, placing it on his palm. You grin, "It's a little heavy, a locket?" Stefan asks, opening the pendant to feel a small space inside. He holds the pendant until he could feel the chain on it. "It's a necklace." He states. You sigh, shaking your head out of disappointment. "Wow! You guessed it." Sarcasm dripping in your words, "I would have never thought you would." Stefan chuckles, opening his eyes and inspecting the necklace. You watch him, waiting for what he has to say.

"I like it." He states, catching your gaze on him. "I'll protect and wear it forever." Your tomato flushed cheeks return, "That's good. I have one too." You smile, showing him yours that's already worn on your neck.

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As months pass by, both you and Stefan grown much closer. Your locket has a note for him to read when the right time comes and his, well, you're not sure if it's a picture or something else by the way he reacts when you ask about it. "Come on, I have known you since you have crawled down the stairs and hit your head on the wooden floorboards." You reason with him, trying to get a hold of his necklace. He laughs, "If I cannot see yours, it is not fair to show you mine." You huff, furrowed eyebrows on your face out of despair, and defeat. You walk in front of his bed, distracting him from folding his clothes. Stefan mentioned earlier about a visitor staying at their house. An orphaned girl, trying to find a family that would accept her. "What if I pass away? Huh! There! I would not know then what is inside!" You joke about your death, yet Stefan immediately looks up at you. "___, that is not fun at all. You will not certainly. Especially at this present time." He scolds you, his forest green orbs capturing your full-on attention. As you were about to reply, Damon comes in his room. "Father tells me we should personally greet the young lady, Stefan. She is ought to come soon." He says, greeting you with his charming smile as he walks in front of both of you. Stefan turns his head away from his brother and to you, his face painted with guilt. You were supposed to read together about a book you found at your grandfather's old library. "It is alright," You reassure him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "We always have tomorrow." He reciprocates your smile and touch, placing his hand on top of yours. "I promise then I will accompany you to judge a book." You laugh and stand up, "You better keep your promise, Stefan Salvatore!" You shout as you walk out the house.

You arrived your home with a cheery mood, your mother grinning knowing about the cause to your change today. "I am guessing, a certain boy who has the last name, Salvatore, made you shaken up like this?" She asks, following you to the living room. You plop down on to the lumpy cushion of your threadbare settee, it was passed down to your father after grandmother had passed just a year ago. "Maybee, but you'll have to be more specific." You tease her, giggling as she sits down beside you, and tickles the side of your tummy. "The youngest one then! Stephan? Stephen?" Your mother asks, suddenly serious as she pretends to be ignorant with her hand resting on her chin. "It is Stefan! The one who's hair is a little proper rather than Damon who has this unruly dark mess on his head!" You argue sarcastically, your mother rolls her eyes.

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You wake up from your well rest slumber considering the fact that you will be seeing Stefan once more. You hold your necklace and reminisce about the day you gave the other half to him. As the sun shines on your face, you wince. Standing up, you get dressed, and head out.

You pass by your nice neighbors, greeting them a good morning as you finally approach the Salvatore's home. You knock on their door, ready to bombard Stefan with tons of opinions on different things you both take interest of until a woman instead opened it. "Hello there, what would you need of at this early time in the morning?" she asks, staring you up and down. "Hello! Is Stefan already awake?" You try to peek through the door, but she shuts it as she steps outside on the porch mat. "Yes, he is. Though, I'll relay to him your message as I believe he is tired due to yesterday." Her reply makes your face turn into disappointment. "Surely, he can tell it himself. I mean, Stefan is usually like that, but he'll come around and have the strength again. What did he do-" Before you even finish what you have to say, the girl cuts you off. "Look, Stefan and his brother are still resting this morning. Whatever you have to say or do can really happen tomorrow," she walks close to your face as you stumble back from her sudden towering figure, "You won't bother me and the brothers for the whole day and you will forget what you had planned with them." Your eyes blink erratically after the stare down with her. You turn your back and walk down the porch, walking straightforward to the wrong direction of your home.

You don't remember how you ended up in the middle of the woods. Scared, you look around, desperately trying to find a resemblance of your town. "I need to get home; father would end me." You thought, as you wander in circles around a bush. A carriage pulled by horses stroll to your sight, "Young lady? Ms. _____!" A voice yelled, you run to the sound. "Thank heavens-Mr. Salvatore?" Stefan's father was sitting inside, "Oh dear, what has happened to you? Come in!" You felt relieved as the sun was about to set then. If Mr. Salvatore was not passing by this route, who knows what would have happened to you. "I do not remember anything at all." You answer, your body aching of tiredness. He listens to you as his calm expression changes to worry, "Let us take you home. Your parents would have to be looking for you everywhere at this rate."

You go down the carriage as you bid your thank you to Mr. Salvatore. Heading up to the door, you notice it was open. Slowly, you called out, "Mother? Father?" you walk inside when you take in the furniture of your home greatly messed up. "Mother?! Are you alright?" You shout, searching frantically at the kitchen, and living room. The plates in the sink were broken, smithereens on the floor. Dinner was stained on the table, chicken bones half bitten. You realized you had not checked upstairs as you see your father's boots by the staircase. You run to your parent's bedroom. As you open their door, you go into shock. Your eyes wide as your jaw dropped on the floor. "No! Mother, Father!" You rush to your mother's limp body on the floor as you notice a big bite mark bloodied on her neck. Your eyes fill with tears as you try to wake her up, "Please! Don't leave me!" You turn to their bed as you follow the trail of blood, "Oh God, please no." You gently lay your mother on the floor as you stand up to find your father stabbed with a kitchen knife on his lower abdomen and a bloodied bite mark again on his wrist and shoulder. "Father! What has happened?!" You shout, bawling your tears out at the horrendous catastrophe of your family. You hold your father's shoulders, shaking him. To no avai you run to their bedroom window, opening it to call for help. "Anyone, please help me!" Your throat burned from how loud you were screaming. Your eyes avert to a figure below, your blood turned cold. The figure walked in your home. You had to hide, running frantically to close-lock your door, a foot stopped you. "Stay away!" Breathing heavily, you remembered the knife. As you turned to grab it, a familiar face appeared in front of you. "Hello again, ___." It was the woman at the Salvatore's home. Your feet froze, surprised to see her. You stay in place, speechless, "Now I did this because well, you were a hindrance at my part." She explains, smiling menacingly at you. Your face stained with tears paints an angry expression, "How could you do this?! What did you do with them?" She crosses her arms, "How? Simply with this." Unexpectedly, her mouth opened to show you her teeth became sharp at front. Veins crawling at the bottom of her now all black eyes, "This is what I did." She grips your shoulders as she leans down to bite on your neck, you cry out in pain. You try to push her away but her strength was better than yours. You felt yourself getting drained slowly. Your legs giving out, she finally finished with blood drooling on the corner of her lip. "Don't worry, I'll give you some too." You don't register her words in your head properly as you watch her bite her wrist and bring it to your mouth, squeezing your cheeks with her other hand for you to taste it. You close your eyes from the pounding agony everywhere.

"Get well soon,____." You hear barely a whisper of a voice you now despise. With your legs giving out, your head hits the floor as your body lays down with no more power to hold yourself together.

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PRESENT TIME, LOCATION: THE MYSTIC GRILL.

"Elena, I never knew you played this bad at pool." Caroline teases the girl as she rolls her eyes on her dear friend's comment. "Well, you do it then." Elena answers as a young man hugs her from the back. "I think you got better than before." He says as Elena giggles at his words, "And I think you're just being nice to me, Stefan." He chuckles, leaning down to kiss her cheek before getting cut off. "Will you two cut it? It's a pain to watch you everyday." Damon says, feigning disgust on his face. The group of friends gathered around the pool table all laugh.

"What's the occasion?" A abrupt voice appears, all looking to direction of where it came from. Stefan is sure his not existing heartbeat stopped, his eyes blown wide. He couldn't believe what he is seeing right now, "_____?" Damon's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "That is not possible, nu uh." Elena and Caroline look at each other confused. You smirk, "Toooootally possible."

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FOOTNOTES: This was kind of rushed LOL I couldn't find any stefan fics that i really liked so i just wrote on, my bad if its horrible idek what i ws doing PLUS this around s1 or s2 like something in the midst of it so if it doesnt make sense with the timing well too bad, if u see this then tysm for reading !!!! not proofread btw :3

[pascaloverx]

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© credits for the owners of the pictures used. they don't belong to me. credit is not mine for the pictures.

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chapter one

chapter two

chapter three (+18)

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine

chapter ten

chapter eleven

chapter twelve

chapter thirteen

chapter fourteen (final)

epilogue (+18)

[strangelysamantha]

roomates ☆

damon salvatore x gn!reader.

warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, flashbacks, mention of death i think that's it

words: 2,456.

summary: damon and you are talking about becoming roommates, when a werewolf breaks in and causes some trouble.

request? no this is self-indulgent basically!

a/n: need more damon stories omg

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you find yourself on the salvatore front porch. your mind racing. damon gently opens his door. bed head apparent, with sleepy eyes to match. "what are you doing here, silly?" he quickly welcomes you inside, pulling you into a much-needed hug. "just missed you, sorry." he kisses the side of your head, "don't be sorry, baby." he leads you over to his couch and starts the fireplace. "it was rainy out. it was nice." he nods, pouring you a glass of bourbon. you shiver slightly, the rain dampening your clothes, leaving you with a slight chill. he hands you the cup, "i’ll be right back, okay?" upstairs he grabs you one of his shirts. he also grabs a fluffy blanket. "here, you should change into this." he hands it to you, taking your cup and setting it beside you.

you quickly slide your shirt off, replacing it with his soft shirt that smelt like him. you look up at him and grin. "thank you, that was so thoughtful." he shakes his head, "it's okay, you're so cute snuggled up in my t-shirt." your face flushes from his attention. "damon join me." you jokingly pout while you pat the couch. he quickly sits by you. you put your head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around you. "how would you feel if i maybe, moved in?" he thinks, this makes you worried. "i think that would make me feel very happy."

"really? that's a relief." he shrugs, "i mean it makes sense. i want to protect you, and being your roommate would make it a lot easier." you grin, "gotta make sure i'm tucked into bed at night." he tickles your side, "hey, it's not my fault you wind up in my sheets every chance you can." you shake your head, "it's not for you, you just have a better bed than the guest bedroom." he rolls his eyes at your comment. "okay brat, i'll remember that next time." you frown, "no! don't kick me out, i just moved in less than five minutes ago."

"in all seriousness, can we move you stuff in tomorrow?" maybe damon was urgently rushing the process because he wanted to get it over with. or maybe he was worried that you'd change your mind, not wanting him to be overbearing. his negative thoughts swarmed his head, his eyes cloudy. you took notice immediately. "hey what's going on in there? talk to me please." he sighs. "nothing baby, just overthinking that's all." you reach for his hand, squeezing it gently. "i love you damon, i want to move in. no doubt in my mind." a weight off his chest is lifted, and he takes a breath. "tomorrow works, yes, but let's worry about that later." you cuddle into him, grabbing his arm. "agreed."

the fireplace crackles. you leaned against damon, his arms holding on your waist. "im hungry, do you want anything?" you ask. "im okay, but you can help yourself." you kiss his lips, muttering a soft “be right back,” you head to the basement grabbing a blood bag. you walk upstairs to the entry hall. you look out the front window, noticing a ripple in the trees. a shadow speeds by. you go to alert damon, but he's nowhere to be seen. you take deep breaths, fear settling over you.

"damon!?" you yell out. you turn around, seeing a giant monster jumping at the window. its eyes yellow, with a deep growl, and slobbery white teeth. you jump back, trying to avoid the sneak attack. the glass shatters everywhere, you fall to the floor, using all your strength to keep it from biting you. damon yells, reaching for the nearest item he can use to damage the wolf. he stabs the wolf with the end of a lamp post, being daring, he rips the wolfs heart out and it collapses to the floor. you're gasping for air, frantically looking around. damon drops to his knees, holding your face in his hands. "it's okay, i'm here. you're okay." he soothes your aches, the comfort in his words melting all pain away. "day one, and i protected you, guess i am qualified for the job."

except damon didn't protect you. the wolf had grazed your thigh, a giant gash from its teeth. and damon was too ecstatic to do a full checkup, he was so stoked that you were alive, and the adrenaline in his veins made him forget to inspect the rest of your body. you frown looking up at him. his gaze softens, his mouth falling into a line. "what's wrong baby?" you can't come up with the words, knowing your fate is in place. "i know it was scary, but he's gone, we'll be okay." your eyes well up with tears, looking at the lifeless body in front of you. you have to look away, the sight nauseating. "i'll take care of that, don't worry." you nod.

you get up, going to get the broom to sweep up the glass. you bend down quickly recovering the floor. you discard the shavings, slightly struggling to make it to the couch. "damon." he turns around at your voice, his chest revealing a giant bite mark, red, and raw. you shake your head, you slide your pants down slightly, showing him the scar on your thigh. his face drops, "no, please, why didn't you tell me sooner?" he rushes up to you, carrying you upstairs to his room. he shuts the door, gently laying you back on the bed.

he stares with sad eyes; you reach out to him. "i'm not ready to lose you damon. please don't tell me this is it." he groans lying back on the bed, "i'm not letting that happen." he reaches his phone out dialing a number. he pauses, "i need a favor." you sigh, hearing klaus on the other side of the line. "and why do either of you deserve my blood?" you sniffle slightly, reaching for damons phone. "please klaus, you don't have to save me, just make sure damon makes it. please." you blurt out quickly, ensuring damons safety. he shrieks, "what are you saying? you need it too!" you shake your head, "if he's only willing to give it to one of us, damon, you have to take it. i love you, but i can't live without you." the idea of waking up in the salvatore house, with no damon by your side was absolutely gut wrenching, and you couldn't bear the idea of that.

"true love, how sweet." klaus remarks, "well good luck." he quickly hangs up on damon, leaving silence to follow in the room. you pull him into a deep kiss, your arms reaching for his shoulders for some support. he is holding you tightly. "damon." a tear streams down your face. "please tell me this isn't happening." stefan knocks on the door. you don't say anything, "come in." stefans eyes widen at the sight of damons bite. "what the hell happened?" his eyes are low, and he looks distraught. "a wolf attacked us. got us both. klaus won't give us any blood." stefan begins panicking. "cmon guys. what are we going to do?" you lean into his side, holding him tight. "nothing we can do." you close your eyes, trying to rationalize and plan out any and all case scenarios.

damon and stefan had been strategizing for an hour. you held tightly onto him, savoring every moment you had with him before the bite took one of you out. their nonsense had you even more stressed out. you close your eyes, trying to have a second of peace. instead, a graphic image of your childhood best friend appears. blood was drenched all over the shirt, deep bite marks on the neck. you whine at the mutilated depiction of your former best friend, a whimper falling from your lips while your eyes pool with more tears. damon shakes you softly, "hey, hey, what's happening baby?" you shake your head, "scary, blood, my best friend..." stefan sighs, "that is not a good sign." he stands up, getting you a pillow to rest your neck, damon holds you up, trying to get you to focus on him. the room was spinning, your head kept flashing graphic memories, and your ears were ringing.

"breathe in baby, breathe out. it'll be okay, you're so strong." his breath catches in his throat, his train of thought out the window, instead he was struck with the moment he was killed before transition. stefan comes back, watching his two roommates groan in agony. "i don't have enough pillows, fuck." he swiftly lifts your neck placing the pillow beneath you. he runs to get one for damon, quickly doing the same thing for him. damons grabbing at his chest, feeling like his heart was burning himself alive. "is there anything i can do?" stefans watching the two of you crumble under horrendous conditions, "please, say something. either of you?" you shut your eyes, gripping your thigh tightly. "it hurts so bad, thats all i can say." damon finds a way to hold you through the pain, his hand reaches for yours and you immediately place it in his. you lean into him, resting your forehead against his arm, "fuck stefan. we're going to die." stefan hesitates, "i wll call him myself."

"call who?" stefan turns around, seeing klaus standing in the doorway. "you're here?!" relief washes over you, some hope creaking through. "well i was so amazed by damons burning passion, and the amount of love they share. i found it... inspiring." klaus hands stefan two viles of blood, "call them romeo and juliet." he chuckles, going to leave. stefan halts him, "thats it?" he scoffs, "no conditions?" klaus shrugs, "i'll need you later down the line, but the time will come for that." this confuses stefan, "and i'm just supposed to move on till then?" klaus grins, "of course not. you'll think about it. every day, waking up wondering if today is the day i'll need your service, always being on edge." stefan stares, unamused. "okay. well thank you klaus."

stefan hands you two the bottles of blood. damon and you clink the tubes together, swallowing them quickly. you hesitate. still a little nervous about how easy it was to retrieve the blood. after a few seconds you and damon heal, shock falls over you, and immediately you're relieved. "thank you so much, i can't believe it." damon leans in for a deep kiss, holding you tightly. "i was so scared i'd never see you again." you look back at stefan, "are you worried about klaus?" he looks away, tightening his jaw. "i'll do it. i don't want too, but he saved your guys life." damon jumps out of bed, lifts you up, spinning you around. excited he wasn't on death bed anymore. "stefan i'll support you when it goes down. anything you need." stefan slaps his back, "thanks brother."

the house settles down, stefan writing in his journal. damon and you lay in his bed upstairs, engulfed in covers while cuddling close to each other. the air is chilly. "today's been a long day." you snuggle closer into damon, he hid his face in the crook of your neck. "i know, i'm so ready for bed." you nod agreeing, closing your eyes you kiss him gently before getting comfortable and resting. he soon drifts off to sleep with you.

using the broken window from earlier, one of klaus witches stand below. a alter in front of her. she chants under her breath, smoke forms as the spell gets completed. "it's done." she whispers, she packs her alter up and swiftly leaves town. damon was showering, after waking up in hot sweats he needed to cool off. you lay in bed sleeping soundly. while no one was aware, klaus had only given you guys one vile of actual blood. the other one was a magic potion mixed with animal blood. you unfortunately did not get a single drop of hybrid blood. the witch below undid the spell, revealing your decrepit body was actually deteriorating all night. the potion had cloaked any evidence of symptoms as well as pain. however, the potion was removed, you immediately cough up blood, your senses overwhelmed as you were fine, then all at once every ounce of your body was burning. your mind goes back to your memories, the bloodiest and graphic situations you've ever been through, on replay.

damon hops out the shower, humming lightly. he quickly changes, quietly heading to the bed. he lifts the blanket from above your hidden body. you barely make out a whisper, "it hurts." damon falls to the floor, his attention fully on you. "what happened? how are you feeling? i'm so sorry." you cry silently as you can't process a response, terrified to even move. "STEFAN."

stefan runs to the room, shock settling when he noticed your state. "i don't know what happened, i-" damon runs his hands through his hair, pacing back and forth. "but damon you're fine? what does that mean?" stefan gasps. "he gave us only one cure." damon bites his inner cheek, face cold. "this can't be happening." he joins you in bed again, lifting you onto him, he hugs you whispering in your ear, "i love you so much. i'm right here. stay with me."

"i love you so much damon." you lay your head against his chest, arm wrapped around his shoulders. he cries silently by your side, getting inside your head. he showed you two happy together, moved in, baking brownies, and taking you on dates. your breathing slows, a small smile on your lips. your eyes drift closed, grey lines starting at your neck going to the top of your head. your lifeless body lay still in damons arms, his cheeks stained with teardrops. stefan stands silent by the door. "we were careless stefan... why did we trust him to begin with?" damon heads downstairs to get bourbon, stefan, aware of how fragile he is currently, follows him.

"how would we have known? he made a deal with us." stefan sits down, head in his hands. damon throws a bottle of alcohol, glass shattering on the floor. now when he wants you, he'll have to dream. "i told them i would protect them. i was supposed to keep them safe." damons pacing the room, he adjusts his shirt. "i failed."

"you didn't fail, i did. you were infected too, remember?" silences settles for a few minutes, "i want to kill him stefan." damon is now sat in the chair, his legs crossed, his hands crossed together, "okay damon. how are we going to kill klaus?"

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to be continued :-)

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[kookie29]

☆~ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 7: ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ᴜɴᴠᴇɪʟᴇᴅ ~☆

Synopsis: A short story of Jeremy Gilbert's short-lived but profound romance with the love of his life.

Genre: Angst

Warning: None

666 words

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5 Ch 6 ,Ch 7, Ch 8

The days following Lena's tragic death were a blur of grief and unanswered questions for Jeremy. The love of his life had been stolen from him on what should have been their happiest day. Determined to find out what had happened, Jeremy threw himself into uncovering the truth behind Lena's sudden and mysterious demise.

The faint trace of a rare poison found in Lena's system was the only clue. Jeremy knew he needed help, so he reached out to his friends in Mystic Falls. Bonnie, Caroline, and Stefan rallied around him, determined to help him find the answers he desperately sought.

As they delved deeper into their investigation, whispers of a sinister plot began to emerge. Stefan, with his extensive knowledge of supernatural herbs and toxins, identified the poison as one that was almost impossible to detect—unless you knew exactly what you were looking for. The group quickly realized that only someone with deep knowledge of the supernatural could have executed such a plan.

One night, while poring over old texts and records in the Salvatore library, Bonnie gasped. "This poison... it was last used over a century ago by a vampire Katherine Pierce."

Jeremy's blood ran cold. Katherine Pierce, the ruthless vampire who had tormented Mystic Falls for centuries, was the last person he wanted to suspect. But the evidence was mounting. Katherine had always harbored a dangerous obsession with both Stefan and Damon Salvatore, and her hatred for Elena, who had been caught in their tangled web, was no secret.

Determined to confront her, Jeremy and Stefan devised a plan to lure Katherine out of hiding. They spread rumors of a powerful artifact being discovered in Mystic Falls, something that Katherine wouldn't be able to resist.

It wasn't long before Katherine took the bait. One evening, as the sun set over the town, she appeared at the old church ruins, her presence as chilling as ever. Jeremy and Stefan waited in the shadows, their hearts pounding with anticipation.

As Katherine approached the supposed location of the artifact, Jeremy stepped out into the open. "Katherine," he called, his voice steady despite the fury boiling inside him.

Katherine turned, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Jeremy Gilbert. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Cut the games, Katherine," Jeremy said, his voice hardening. "Why did you poison Lena?"

Katherine's smile faded, replaced by a cold, calculating expression. "Lena was always in the way. Her existence complicated everything. I needed her gone."

Jeremy's hands clenched into fists. "She didn't deserve to die because of your twisted obsession."

Katherine shrugged, her lack of remorse infuriating Jeremy. "It was nothing personal, Jeremy. Just business."

Stefan stepped forward, his face a mask of controlled anger. "You'll pay for what you've done, Katherine."

Before Katherine could react, Bonnie emerged from the shadows, her hands glowing with magical energy. "You're not getting away this time," Bonnie declared.

With a powerful spell, Bonnie immobilized Katherine, rendering her unable to escape. As Katherine struggled against the magical bonds, Jeremy approached her, his heart heavy with grief and rage. "You took away the love of my life," he said, his voice breaking. "But you'll never take away the love we shared."

Katherine's eyes blazed with anger, but she could do nothing as Stefan and Bonnie prepared to lock her away for good. As they did, Jeremy felt a bittersweet sense of closure. Lena was gone, but her killer had been brought to justice.

In the quiet aftermath, Jeremy stood alone by the lake where he had once proposed to Lena. The stars above seemed dimmer, the world less bright without her. But he knew that Lena's love would always be with him, a guiding light in the darkest of times.

As the night deepened, Jeremy made a silent vow to honor Lena's memory by living a life she would be proud of—a life filled with love, courage, and the strength to face whatever came his way.

[sleepymeepies]

(Comfort Characters part 4.) Elena Gilbert from The Vampire Dairies.

Me and my mom have been watching Vampire Dairies together for years now (my dad loves this show too, esspecially Damon). I'll be honest and say I sometimes find the drama boring and even cringey at times (do like delena however even though it's kinda problematic) and the older I get the more I'm like "what a weird and kinda dumb writing choice" but I love the intense lore and storytelling of this show and how much sorcery and magic there is, like I love that if I zone out for ten minutes when I zone back in I'm like "woooahhh, what the hump is going on?". I'm emotionally attached to so many characters on this show but Elena's been my girl since the first watch.

[misschanadlerbong]

When Stef Met 'Lena

<previous> | PART 4

One week later

Elena felt empty inside, the whole in her heart ached deeply. She regretted her decision, she kept thinking of all the what ifs. What if she did that, what if she did this. She couldn't stop thinking about it all. She couldn't stop thinking about how she regretted it with every bone in her body. His voice echoed in her head “Okay, okay. I can completely understand how you feel and why you feel that way. So, I guess, have a nice day ahead Ms. Gilbert.” Elena shook her head trying to push away the memory. She rubbed her temples, she was trying to get away from the haze she was in but to say the least that was not easy. She took a deep breath and positioned her computer chair around to get to work. She started by looking through the files for the meeting with Mrs.Branson next week. She studied each one carefully until she found the exact one she needed. But the file didn't want to come out. She stood up from her chair reaching for the bottom of the files but just as she reached all the files came flying out and landed on top of her. Causing her to lose her balance. She landed on her back with a thud.

She groaned as she tried to sit up, that was until she heard a familiar calming and warm voice. Stef. “Need some help?” Elena looked up to him, reaching his hand out. Elena layed there frozen from shock. “Well?” He raised his eyebrow. “Oh uh yeah…Thank You.” She took his hand as he pulled her up. 

"Is there anything else you need Ms.Gilbert?"

"Yes, actually I was wondering if we could talk?" Elena asked her eyes pleaded with him desperately. 

"Sure, right this way Ms.Gilbert." Stefan wasn't what to make of this. He didn't know what to believe. But at the same time he couldn't help but feel hope break through his heart as he heard 'Lena utters those words. But he also wanted to protect his heart which is why he was exceedingly formal. Stefan moved to the side, pointing her towards the elevator. 

They both moved in the elevator. They both simultaneously reach for the button but just as they both reach out they touch each others hands. They both look up at one another and stare deeply in each other's eyes. And then they both look down in embarrassment, both of they're cheeks turn rose red. But then their eyes meet again, Elena's eyes showed sorrow, remorse, and most of all regret "I'm sorry." She whispered. Stefan eyes showed happiness, forgiveness, but most of all love. "Why are you sorry?" "Because I rejected the only person I've ever loved because I was scared." A smile curved on his face as he stepped closer to her. Elena continued her rant "And I can't believe how incredibly stupid-" Stefan placed his pointer finger on her soft lips trying to vanquish her worries. He muttered this softly, "Shhh, it's okay 'Lena." He cupped her face, trying to comfort her. "I forgive you it's okay." Her eyes lit up as Stefan confessed this. They both giggled at one another, "So does this mean I can kiss you now? You don't care right?"

"Oh you most definitely can. Who cares about what others will say!" 

Elena wrapped her arm around Stefan and he cupped her face. "Good." Stefan smiled as he leaned in slowly and ever so carefully. When they're lips brushed it felt soft and warm. It felt perfect, wonderful, everything you could wish for. But it wasn't just what you wished for it also felt perfectly right. Like after all this time the right pieces finally found its missing piece. 

The end. 

@wiidestdrearms / @queenofstelena

[klausysworld]

Left But Never Forgotten

Upon the Mikaelson's return to New Orleans, they each had their worries. Klaus was focused on his pregnant werewolf and the deep rooted need to be a king. Rebekah desperately wanted her past lover, Marcel back but also felt the need to protect her niece to be. Elijah was supposed to be concentrating on his brother and Hayley as they expected their child, or the mess that the divided factions of supernaturals in New Orleans was but instead, he was thinking of her.

Y/N.

He hadn't seen her since leaving New Orleans a hundred years ago. She and Marcel had been presumed dead, nothing had prepared him for seeing her face again.

Feeling her palm cup his cheek and her thumb stroking the prickle of stubble left on his skin. She was so similar and yet so different to the last time. Before she had been a princess, now she was a Queen.

Even when the Mikaelson's moved into the abattoir and his room was just beside hers, she still felt too far away.

Elijah felt as if he were just watching her life go by without him, it made him sick. He lacked the usual hunger of a vampire, the need to kill or hurt. He lost his passion to protect and guide.

He just wanted her.

Everyone knew that, except her.

Nobody understood the pain she and Marcel went through. They waited day in and day out for their family to come home, to tell them that it was okay and that Mikael wouldn't torture them again, that their nightmares weren't real and they were safe. They rebuilt the city brick by brick, cleaning away the ashes left behind but they still didn't come back. So they moved on. They worked together and they got stronger and they earned their power and their places and then they finally came back and just took it from them like it was nothing.

And Elijah had barely said five words to her.

He just stared, but whenever his lips parted no words would leave him. Elijah didn't realise she took that as something else. But for Y/N, she had been hoping to hear his voice for a century, crying for him in her sleep and now he was here and she felt like he didn't even care enough to talk to her.

She could have thought he didn't care at all if it weren't for the way he looked at her. The look of love in those deep eyes of his. That same look she used to see each morning and night.

Y/N wanted him to know that she still wanted him to look at her like that, she still wanted him like that.

So she tried to show him. A lingering touch hear or there, just on his arm or his shoulder. Or she'd bring him a cup of tea the way he used to like it, ask him about the literature he was reading most currently but he could barely get five words out.

So she tried not to focus on words, instead she gave him a kiss and hoped it was enough. It was.

Elijah hadn't exactly been expecting her to suddenly grab his face and push her lips against his but most definitely wasn't complaining.

Both hands lifted and cupped her face like all those times years ago, kissing her deeply like he'd craved to for so long. He needed her hands in his hair, to ruin the perfect facade he'd been wearing.

His tie was clutched into her palm and tugged gently, leading him with her to his room. He followed her mindlessly onto his bed, crawling over her and keeping his tongue with hers.

The desperation was so strong.

Elijah could feel the fabric of his tie slip from his neck. The buttons on his shirt slowly revealing more and more of his chest, he wanted to rip the clothes from her body but he couldn't stop holding her beautiful face.

It was when his belt was unclasped that he finally pulled away, looking down at her with lust blown pupils. His eyes swirled with that darkness that she enjoyed, her fingers traced the veins beneath his eyes before her thumb slid over his fang.

"I really missed you." She confessed to him and he softened, his hands finally dropping to her hips to pull her close.

"I missed you too, every day." He uttered, eyes flicking between both of hers.

"But you never came back..." She whispered and he looked down.

"I thought you were gone...I saw you, you looked...you didn't look alive. I couldn't bare coming back to the place that did that to you. I couldn't stand the memory of your body strung up like that." He told her shakily, his hands desperate to keep her with him this time.

"Marcel and I had to rip ourselves free of those nails, Elijah. I could hear you, you would have ran whether I was alive or not-"

"Don't you ever think that." He whispered, his hold tight now, both arms round her waist and her body in his lap. "I would never knowingly leave you for dead." He promised.

Her body rest against him, her face against his broad chest and warming his cold skin.

"I love you, Y/N. I loved you from the second I laid eyes on you." He murmured, lips kissing her shoulder gently after. "You mean more to me than anything. You're family."

"Don't lie to me, Elijah. I know I'll never be your family, I don't think anybody can truly become a Mikaelson. Hayley's the closest anyone can get and that's because she had Klaus's baby and we both know I can't give you a child." She practically whimpered.

Elijah just looked at her for a short while, guilt in his gaze. He could remember when she was human, when she didn't yet know he was vampire. She wanted them to have three children, when she found out he couldn't she thought maybe there could be a spell, there was still hope. However when she turned too, she knew that it was a useless thought and gave up altogether.

They had considered adoption but Y/N worried that if the child wasn't biologically a Mikaelson that they wouldn't truly love or protect the child. Not any of the Mikaelsons.

Of course she'd never verbally expressed that fear but Elijah could tell. Knowing that Klaus could procreate and he couldn't was difficult for him, just like he knew it was difficult for Rebekah knowing her brother could have a baby but she also couldn't.

But seeing Y/N hurt by it too was an extra hit to his heart.

After all these years, he still dreamt of their family. He'd be a much better father than Mikael, and she'd be a much better mother than Esther.

"It's not you who can't give me a child, Y/N." He murmured. "It's me, my fault. You can't blame yourself, I turned you and I took that possibility away but it will not ever change how I feel for you. You are my family, I'd carry you with me for eternity."

It was just difficult to believe with how that family behaved towards outsiders.

"Okay." Y/N whispered, it was clear she was only relenting to try not form an argument and Elijah wanted to be more reassuring but he knew it would only escalate things.

His hand reached to touch hers, hold hers.

"Allow me to court you again." He murmured, wanting to show her their potential again but she laughed softly and shook her head.

"I don't want us back at square one. I want it to be how it was before." She told him, smiling softly. It warmed him.

"I'd like that." He nodded, his thumb stroking the back of her hand. "But I still want it to be special, I haven't been able to cherish you for so long now."

"I suppose I won't stop you from a gift or two." She teased and he hummed.

She looked back down at his bare chest and sighed, she'd missed this.

He pulled her back to his chest, coddling her to him and stroking her back lovingly.

The skin to skin wasn't something Elijah experienced often, he only allowed it when he truly loved someone. His mind and body craved it.

Y/N knew how deprived he was right from childhood. So, just like she used to, she pulled her shirt from her body and let the skin of her upper body lay against his.

"You know that I love you?" He whispered and she nodded.

"I just wish you'd talk to me more, I can't be with you if you can't even hold a normal conversation with me Elijah..."

"I know, my sweet. I was just so struck when I saw you and I feared that you could have moved on...with Marcel." He hesitated and she scoffed.

"Oh? And after he was making out with Rebekah? That didn't clue you in, no?" She teased and he looked down with an embarrassed smile.

"I was shy I suppose." He admitted and she smiled.

"You used to be shy all the time." She whispered, stroking his hand and leaning up to kiss the corner of his lips like she used to.

He leaned forward and leant his forehead against hers, a warm smile on his face.

"I'm so glad you're here."

"So am I."

[stvolanis]

IF I DIE YOUNG

PT. 1

PT.2?

PAIRINGS: Klaus Mikaelson x Werewolf! OC

WARNINGS: toxic family, insinuation of accidental murder, lowkey angsty and emotional, Klaus thinks he’s an arsonist, fire, people dying, mentions of blood, Klaus is sweet with manipulative undertones, toxic!Klaus

NSFW WARNINGS: none yet! I promise there will be next time :)

Her village rested by the shore. Her toes dug into the white sand as the water grazed her bare ankles, and the fog was heavy. The air around her murky and dark.

The smell of salt lingered in the air, grounding her as the busy sound of her people echoed behind her in chorus to a familiar song they sang every full moon.

The night was cold, as it always was when you lived by the ocean. Elora felt hushed whispers from behind her, and a constant stare from her peers. As if she were an oddity.

Everyone kept their distance, as if she were a ticking time bomb ready to blow up the whole village if something rubbed her the wrong way. And that might have been the case, but it was not Eloras fault she was cursed with such wickedness.

The full moon was not yet at its apex as she stood up from the sand. She dusted off the sand that remained on her long skirt, and made her way through the familiar forest. It was soothing, in a way. Hearing the leaves crunch under her bare feet, and the crickets that seemed to welcome her.

The wind was violent this night, almost as if it were angry at her for being what she is. Elora was angry at herself, too. All she felt was shame, and regret. Ashamed of what she was and regret for what she was about to become.

she was 19 years young, standing at 5’2 without socks on. She has been this way since she was 14, and she has been miserable ever since. It was an accident, what she did to that boy, but she paid the price for it—and she will for the rest of her life.

Her black hair cascaded down her back in a ruffled braid that stopped just at her waist, and the skirt she wore was littered in Lapis Lazuli that shined under the moonlight. The same skirt she wore every full moon, as she thought it was a token of good luck.

The same familiar cave seemed to stare back at her the closer she got to it. The rocks were an unwelcoming cold that she had grown used to and acquainted with over time. The breeze bounced off of the walls, creating almost an eerie sound.

Her fingers grazed along the caves walls, tracing over the stories her people have painted of her. Living amongst people who were afraid of what you were takes a toll on a person. The only reason the village people have yet to banish her was because they were afraid of further upsetting the balance.

Elora was an abomination. A mistake in natures balance. She was a monster, and that’s all anyone ever saw—even her own parents. Her siblings were no better, the only ones bold enough to taunt her.

Elora felt her body begin to shake as she chained herself. Her ankles and wrists felt even more so heavy with the weight of chains that held her down effectively. They were made of the finest metals, scavenged from high and low, made specially for her.

It was a routine Elora knew well. Her body consumed with and unbearable pain that became easier over time. The feeling she feared she would never get used to is the way her bones broke and bended ways that they shouldn’t. Ways that would kill a regular human with no remorse.

She writhed in agony, screaming in pain as her ribs broke again and again—like a punishment for her sins. Tears ran down her cheeks, and the sharp canines that grew hurt her gums in an unfathomable way. Her eyes glowed a horrifying yellow that would surely scare any suitor away instantly.

She came to terms that she was unlovable. She would never find anyone in their right mind who would want such a monstrosity such as herself. It was a sick pit in the bottom of her stomach she felt watching families stroll by her happily. She would forever yearn. Eternally yearn.

She rocked herself back and forth as her body felt as though it was on fire, in attempts to soothe what was left of her humanity. But she could not stop her inner wars with herself that clawed to come out, and be free once more.

She tugged at the chains, and begged someone, anyone, to stop the pain she was going through. Aimlessly calling out for her mothers comfort as if she could hear her. A damaged child, longing for comfort was all she really was if you peeled back enough layers.

The transition was made, after an hour of torment. Eloras first time took at least 3 or 4. The more you transition, the less time it takes every time. That’s the only thing Elora is grateful for.

Her senses were heightened, and she panted—her stomach turned as if she hadn’t eaten for days. Weeks. Months. Years—god, she was so unbelievably hungry.

Her ears perked as she heard leaves crunch, and for a moment, Elora hoped it was a curious human that dared to witness her monstrous form. And it was—or so she thought.

A man, standing at 5’11 entered the cave as if he owned it. Elora wondered where he got the balls from. She growled, she smelled blood—but it was different. He wasn’t a human, she could tell that much. She had no idea what he was, but she knew he wasn’t anything good.

“What a pity. Living your sad life chained and hated.” He said, his voice echoing through the cave menacingly. His blonde hair was cut short, and seemed disheveled with curls. Elora could not respond, she could not find her humanity to even care in this moment.

“Don’t you wish to be ridden of this burden, little wolf?” He asked, crouching down to her level. He seemed to not be phased in the slightest for her distaste to him, nor was he scared.

Eloras wolfed body was rigid and on edge, crouched and ready to pounce at any second with enough force to break the chains—but it was as though something was stopping her. Maybe it was her own subconscious fear, or maybe it was his alluring presence she hated so much.

“You are a naivety in its entirety, but a beauty nonetheless, Elora.” He whispered, as though someone could overhear them. The girl felt her heart beat somehow quicken, and a warmth spread through her body. She was no longer growling, or ready to pounce—but still on edge.

“If you seek a remedy, you will find me east of here tomorrow.” He said, resting a hand on her head. A bold move on his part, but one that Elora allowed—even in her darkest form. He stood to his full height, and without a second thought, was gone as fast as he came.

She hadn’t a clue who he was, or what he was, but he did what he came here to do. For she longed to know more, just as he had wanted. The man knew she would seek him out the following day, and he would be awaiting her arrival till then.

That morning, Elora awoke—sore, and exhausted. She stood on shaken legs, naked and afraid. The sun shone perfectly into the cave, nearly blinding her as she used her hand as a shield—adjusting to the lighting.

She scavenged for her skirt and corset top that she discarded before her transition, and sighed as she put them back on. She could not live like this forever. She refused. There had to be another way—and maybe he was the way she was looking for.

The journey back to her village was a blur as she stumbled through the brush absentmindedly. She was the shell of the girl she was once. The girl she couldn’t seem to shake. The girl that was dead, who’s body she carried around with her since she couldn’t get rid of it.

Her people did not look her in the eye. They shut their doors in her face, and ushered their children away as if she were a plague. Eloras eyes watered, as they usually do every return to her home after a full moon. A reminder that she was, in fact, unwanted.

She sluggishly made her way through the village, eyes set onto the dirt paved path ahead of her to avoid the judgment of people that passed by till she reached her cottage.

Elora opened the door, expecting her family to be awake. She expected the smell of eggs to warm her nose, and the sound of her siblings laughter to fill her ears—but she didn’t. She heard nothing.

She walked through her empty home looking for any traces to where they were—and then it dawned on her.

They had left her.

She fell to her knees in despair, and a gut wrenching sob shook through her. She could not bear this pain any longer. Her whole life was filled with sorrow, anger, and yearning. She screamed, and screamed until she could no longer scream.

Elora tore her house apart—frames shattered with pictures torn apart, glass everywhere and book shelves knocked down. It was a waste of time, she knew taking her anger out like this would benefit nobody—but she had no other way to get it out.

She stalked through the town once more when night had fallen, consumed with nothing but a burning anger coming from deep within her core. A gruesome hatred for the village, and everyone in it.

She didn’t spare it a final glance as she set on her journey to meet the man on the east side of the cave. The man who she hoped would provide her with answers and maybe even a way to stop the monster inside of her from being revealed.

It felt different, this night. It was silent, no crickets to welcome her this time or angry wind howling at her as she trudged through the forgotten pathways of the forest. She had no fear, only a sense of yearning remained.

He sat on top of a large rock as though it were his throne, in all his glory. He peered down at her for a moment before he jumped down expertly, keeping a distance between them as to not shake her.

Eloras voice was caught in her throat. He was so much more beautiful than she had remembered in her wolfish haze. She felt like he was picking her apart from head to toe as his eyes burned holes through her delicate body, but she was at a loss for words.

“My darling, Elora. I’m happy you came to me.” He said with a smile. His voice sounded like velvet, and she knew she could listen to him for an eternity. “W-Who are you?” She finally said, after a moment of silence.

“My name is Klaus. I am, like you, a force against nature.” He responded, circling around her as though he were judging her. Eloras eyes widened—“Youu’re like me? You’re a wolf?” She asked.

Never in her lifetime had she met anyone else like her. She didn’t even know there was others like her. Her mortal life, she’d heard tales of men who shaped into wolves, but they were just campfire tales to spook the children. Elora was told they had all died off, and she was the last.

“Yes, I am. But I am also more than that.” He said with a nod. Elora furrowed her brows in confusion. “What do you mean? What more could you possibly be?” She asked, backing away from him as he got closer.

“I am a vampire, Elora. I am a hybrid. The only hybrid in existence.” He said. Klaus paused for a moment, seemingly thinking about something before he outstretched his hand towards her. “Come, we will return to your village and I will explain more.”

Elora shook her head. “I don’t want to ever go back there. That is no longer my home. They were never my people.” She responded bitterly. His eyes softened for a moment, and for a second, he could see himself in her. “Come. I will fix that.” He responded.

She looked at the hand he offered to her, and debated if this was all an elaborate plan for him to kill her. But the more she looked into his eyes, the deeper she fell—and she knew there was no return from their meeting. So, she took his hand, and he led her back to where she never truly left.

They stopped at the edge of her village. There was no light, no sound. The people were asleep, carefree and happy to be ridden of her.

“These people have hurt you, Elora, haven’t they?” He asked, though he already knew the answer very well. “Yes.” She said. Her eyes watered, and she had regret coming back instantly—but his hand never left hers.

As the tears fell down her cheeks, his grip on her hand tightened, almost as if he were trying to comfort her. “What if I told you I can make them pay for what they did to you?” He asked. Elora sniffled as she wiped away her tears with her free hand.

“What do you mean, Klaus?” She asked. He let go of her hand, and revealed a singular match that was hidden in his pocket. Eloras eyes widened, and before she could protest, the match was lit and her village was set ablaze in the blink of an eye.

“Klaus, there’s children!” She shrieked, attempting to run towards the burning village, only to be blocked by the powerful man. “Fret not, love, they’re taken care of. Safe and sound, I swear to it.” He said with a smile.

Eloras chest rose and fell as she heard screams of fear strike through the village, watching as a man she once knew ran out of his home, on fire. A tear fell down her cheek at the mayhem in front of her—but all Klaus could do was watch, almost as if he were admiring his work.

“H-How could you have done this?” Elora yelled through tears, turning to look at him. Her eyes he knew once were filled with hope were now filled with an unreadable emotion. Elora had no time to react before he was in front of her—their face mere inches apart.

His hands reached up, cupping her face delicately—almost as if he were afraid he’d break her. “Don’t you see, Elora? These people never cared about you. They wanted you to feel this hurt that burns inside of you. They treated you as if you were nothing. Do not feel remorse, for these people deserve to die.” He said, wiping away her fallen tears.

“Who are you?” She asked. For a moment, she forgot the world around her. She forgot what she was. She forgot the dying people behind her and the smoke that filled her lungs. She was lost in him, and that was how it started.

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[writememysticfalls]

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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[boundbyeclipse]

Hii, I just want to start off by saying that your writing is absolutely amazinggg seriously! And I’ve now seen that you uploaded a prompt list so I was wondering if you could do prompt 5 from angst, and specifically maybe if it would work out Kai saying that to reader because she’s an original vampire? You don’t have to do that of course it’s just an idea and then maybe if it would be possible to combine that with prompt 2 from smut?

Anyway i just want to say again that your writing is amazing anddd im so happy that you write for Kai cause we really need more Kai fanfics out here

hello, darling! ♡ i cannot describe how grateful i am hearing such words, it’s exactly what keeps me going! and yes, we do need more fics with kai on here, i totally agree with you. glad to be one of those who can give people what they want! feel free to request, leave feedback, give ideas or just ask anything in general ♡ + i decided to portray kai simply as a powerful witch in this fic, no bad background, no murders, no sociopathic behavior. will this make any sense? i don’t know. anyways, i hope that you like it ♡

tags : witch!Kai, female!reader, original vampire!reader, Kai with a lingerie kink, a little fight, hickeys, oral sex, make up sex (?), Klaus and Rebekah mentioned

♠️ 5. “Why would I help someone like you?”

⛓️ 2. “I like it when you say my name like that”

“So, what are you here for?” Kai asked as he tilted his head sideways, standing across the room.

“I need your help”

Ever since your brother has gone missing, you have been nothing but desperate to find him. You’ve searched for ways to know where he is, and there was nobody who could help you track him down. Not a single witch wanted any business with the Mikaelsons knowing their past behaviors and stubborness. Every time you pleaded for help, they would turn you down and leave you with no other choice but to keep trying. And as much as you had no good of a relationship with people in Mystic Falls, this was your last chance. Your only hope was no other than Kai Parker.

The man who you once had a romance blooming with.

“Seriously? Why would I help someone like you? You and your family left Mystic Falls without saying goodbye, know how much that hurt me? You left me. I thought we really had something. You Mikaelsons are all about leaving things and people behind just for your own sake”

You shook your head as you took a few steps closer to him, gulping as regret began washing over you.

“It’s just because my family wouldn’t let me. I wanted to, Kai, I really did. But I was forced to leave and I had no time to come and say my goodbyes. And I’m sorry for that, okay? I’m really, really sorry. I know it’s plain stupidity of me to show up like this out of the blue, but I really need you to help me”

“And of all those witches in New Orleans, you chose me? Is it because you wanted to see me again? Or is it because you think that I’ll help you since I’m the only one who cares?”

Tears welled up in your eyes when Kai said the very last sentence. Does he still care? Even after your unnanounced disappearance? Maybe there’s still a little spark in his heart just like there is one in yours. There has to be. It’s in his eyes. You can see it. Yes, you’ve managed to adapt to a new location, new life, but no matter what you did, Kai never left your mind. He was always there.

“Probably both, if I’m honest. Don’t lie to me now, Kai, admit that you actually do still care. Admit that we still have something”

Silence stands in between you both as Kai avoids to give you an answer. It’s almost crystal clear that there are feelings lingering between you both, even after all this time of not seeing each other. The connection, the way your hearts beat in sync, the way you look at one another. It gives it all away. Love has never left your poor souls.

“Fine. What do you want me to do?” he finally breaks the silence, drawing your attention back to him as you were lost in your thoughts.

“It’s my brother. Klaus. I need you to do a locator spell on him. He’s been gone and no one wanted to help me. Someone must’ve taken him and imprisoned him”

Kai walked up to the table and grabbed a map, unfolding it and placing it down. He lit up a few candles and put them on the sides. He shot you a look, from which you understood that he needed a personal item or anything with your brother’s DNA on it.

“Oh, right. Here” you came up to him and handed an old ring of Klaus’s that he used to wear a lot.

“I’m gonna need to draw some blood from you since you two are related. Just a little bit. Shall I?”

You nod and watch as Kai grabs a knife, then taking your hand in his gently. Your eyes meet at that moment, the skinship creating a pretty much awkward atmosphere in the room. Kai clears his throat while you look away for a few seconds, knowing deep inside your heart that you have missed this so much. It was so nice to feel his skin again since the last time you saw him. It brought back many memories and it hurt. You really wanted things to be good again. You wanted Kai back.

He cut your palm and you squeezed it into a fist, allowing drops of blood to drip onto the map below.

“Give me your hand now”

You gave him your other hand to hold as Kai began to chant a spell to find Klaus. The small drops of blood began moving to connect into a big one, leading to the location of your brother.

“He’s in New York” you sighed in relief, letting go of Kai’s hand as he revealed the location. You could only nod before speaking.

“Thank you” a faint whisper could be heard.

As you stood up from your seat ready to leave, you heard a low, full of desperation voice that called out your name. You froze in place, feeling the way every muscle in your body tensed up once your eyes met.

“Wait” he says, voice shaky and husky, eyes glossy and wide open as he stands in front of you, his quickened heartbeat reaching your ears. He was nervous.

“I admit it. I admit that I still care. And I really was angry that evening when you left, I really was. I tried to move on, had other girls hit on me, but it never worked out. Not in their favor. Because it was you who occupied my mind day and night, I couldn’t let any other woman get to know me because I always held on and waited for you. I was even willing to wait for however long I should. I’m sorry, ____, I shouldn’t have lashed out like that”

You let out a choked sob, running over to Kai and pressing your lips against his, indulging yourself into a passionate kiss. You then pulled away, lips parted as you looked into Kai’s blue eyes, his pupils dilated. The tension was growing with each second that passed.

He did not hesitate and pulled you into another kiss - this time, a deeper, lustful one. His strong hands held your hips firmly, constantly pulling them against his own body, soon finding their way to the back of your thighs. You felt his fingertips digging into your soft skin, leaving you breathless and craving for something more. You pushed him against the wall, ripping his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere on the floor. Kai let out a little moan as your lips kissed on his neck, leaving wet traces on it. He grabbed you by the waist and fumbled with the hem of your shirt, pulling it up to take it off. He attacked your exposed chest with bites, sucking on it lightly as he left marks here and there.

“Kai” you moaned out loud, head thrown back.

“I like it when you say my name like that”

It felt so ecstatic to feel him again. You have almost forgotten how soft his skin was, how much his touch brought you to your knees, how beautiful he sounded whenever you kissed his neck. But tonight, everything came back to you.

Soon you both were left nearly naked, clothes scattered all over the room as you were on top of him in his bed. Your nails left scratches on his stomach as you kissed down his v-line, listening to Kai’s breath hitch in reaction to the sensation. You smirked against his flesh, enjoying the little whimpers of his. Your hands then played with his rock hard length, stroking it agonisingly slowly in order to tease.

Your dominance was short lived as Kai sat up and flipped you around, now hovering above you, his fingers digging under your panties to rub circles on your wet clit.

“Oh my god” you wailed, arching your back and gripping on the mattress.

But then, to your surprise, your phone that you left on the drawer in the room started ringing. It stopped Kai from doing what he was doing, but quickly enough his lips curved into a smirk. He leaves you lying on the bed for a brief moment, grabbing the phone and bringing it to you. The person’s name showed up on the screen and your eyes widened.

“Pick up” he challenges you as he hands you the device, hovering above you and continuing to tease you with his hands.

“Kai-“

“Come on. Pick it up” his eyes darken and you’re left with no other option but to oblige. You grab your phone breathless, watching as Kai lays down and positions himself in between your legs, kissing your pulsating core through the fabric.

You gulp as you swipe right to answer the call.

“Rebekah” you say, trying your best to not sound suspicious. It’s hard to do so once Kai pulls your panties aside and dives in, using his tongue to please you. He licks a stripe up your folds, causing you to bite your lip to suppress the moans that were fighting to slip out.

“Did you find Klaus?”

“Y-yeah, we found him. He’s in New York” you spoke with a pretty shaky voice, fearing that she’s going to catch on and embarrass you right here right now.

“Are you alright? What’s going on?” she asks.

Damn it.

“Yes, I’m okay. Just- Just head there, I’ll join soon”

Rebekah sighed, “Okay. I’ll leave you to your fun then”

You quickly hang up and Kai giggles against your cunt, to which you can only respond with a huff. But your mind is taken back to where it was when Kai sits up and aligns himself with your entrance, his tip brushing against it. You choke on your breath, looking at him with pleading eyes.

“Stop teasing, please”

“I will. Because I cannot hold it any longer either” he groans as he pushes himself into you, making your mouth open wide as you gasp. Kai leans in and kisses you, moving his hips back and forth as he grabbed your hands and placed them above your head, intertwining the fingers. He wasted no time in picking up the pace, the bed now creaking and bodies layered in a coat of sweat.

It did not take long before you both felt your climaxes coming. Kai sat up and pulled you in, now holding your body close to his as you worked your hips back and forth, your faces so close your lips brushed against each other’s. You buried your fingers in his hair, tugging on it lightly while Kai took a good squeeze on your ass.

Both of you had your heads thrown back once you reached your ends, fireworks exploding in your bodies. He held you tightly throughout your orgasm, then planting a kiss on your forehead as loud breaths filled the room.

“I so wish I could stay” you confessed, caressing his cheek as you two now stood near the bedroom door.

“You don’t have to. I’ll come with you”

“What?” your eyes widened, thinking you might’ve misheard him.

“You heard me, angel. Now let’s take a shower and go help Rebekah to get your brother back, alright?”

You nodded, pecking his warm lips as you followed him down the hall to the bathroom.

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