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multiversediaries · 2 years

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one night

↳ you had to share a room, and a bed with damon salvatore. you were in love with damon, even if he treated you terribly. will his feelings change over night?

damon salvatore x reader

warnings: cursing, mean damon, insecurity

part count: 1/?

“oh, you have to be kidding me.” you heard damon say, leaning into the front desk counter. the salvatore brothers, elena and you had to spend the night at a hotel. you had all went find out more about isobel, elena’s biological mother. it was already night time, and stefan decided it was best to rest for the night and get back on the road in the morning.

you stood behind the salvatores as they tried to book you all rooms. the front desk had informed you that they only had two rooms, with only one bed each available. you didn’t see a problem with that, you were exhausted, and just needed to rest. but damon didn’t seem to like it, since stefan and elena would get to share one of the rooms. elena and stefan had been dating for a very long time, yet damon didn’t seem to ever move on from her. you on the other hand, liked damon, a lot. you could even say you were in love with him. but his attention has never been on you. it has always been elena.

“damon, it doesn’t matter. we need the rest, and there’s not any other hotels close by.” elena said, before sighing and leaning into stefan’s chest, tired. stefan nodded, looking at his brother, who only scoffed.

“yeah, cause you both get to share a room. me? i get y/n.” damon said, making your heart shatter. you thought you’d get used to his mean remarks but, it has never gotten any easier. you loved damon, but you had to admit that he wasn’t the sweetest person out there, at least not to you.

“come on, damon. stop. you could hurt y/n’s feelings.” stefan said, looking over at you, hoping you wouldn’t be upset over damon’s comment. you shrugged. it hurt, but at this point, you were so tired, you just needed to rest.

“it’s alright. i just want to sleep.” you said, hoping to head to the rooms soon. elena nodded, as she yawned a bit. damon took the keys, handing one to stefan, and began to walk towards the rooms. you could tell he was upset.

“i’m sorry about him. you know he can be a bit..” stefan started, apologetic for his brother’s behavior.

“of a dick? i know.” you finished, causing stefan to chuckle gently. he nodded. you smiled, wishing them a goodnight before walking towards your room. you sighed, a bit reluctant to open the door. it was an absolute dream to sleep next to the man you were so deadly in love with, but god, it truly felt so horrible and heartbreaking to know that he wished he were there with someone else, literally anyone else but you, it seemed.

you opened the door and saw him, sitting by the bed, with a bottle of alcohol in his hands. you decided to not say a word to him, and take a shower instead. you felt so dirty, you had sweat a lot during the day. you grabbed a few towels and walked towards the bathroom, soon locking yourself inside. you took a well-needed bath, you took your time in the bathroom, because honestly, you didn’t want to get out and deal with damon. you soon finished and got dressed once again. you walked out of the bathroom, drying your wet hair.

“finally.” damon said, dryly, before walking past you and locking himself in the bathroom. you sighed and continue what you were doing. you were too tired to deal with him. you lost no time, and headed over to the bed, where you finally laid to rest. you exhaled, before smiling. you got under the covers and decided to use your phone for a while. soon enough, damon came out of the bathroom.

he walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, completely shirtless. you almost stopped breathing as you looked at his gorgeous figure. damon salvatore was one of the most breathtaking men you had ever come across in your life. he was a dream come true, definitely too good to be true.. if it weren’t for that attitude he always had. after getting dressed, he got into his side of the bed, without saying a word to you.

it was freezing inside the room. even under all the covers, you felt extremely cold. you could feel the heat radiate from damon’s body and you wished you could just hug him, to both heat yourself up, and to feel him close. you didn’t even realize you had scooted just a little bit closer to him.

“god, y/n. can you back off?” damon said, looking at you, annoyed. you glared at him, completely confused. you didn’t even touch him.

“what? i didn’t do anything, damon. it’s just cold as hell in here.” you said, now getting mad at him. he exhaled, even more annoyed by you, before turning his back on you.

“i couldn’t care less, just give me space.” he finished and you just sighed. you even found yourself wondering why you were even in love with this man. he treated you so horribly. you also turned your back on him. now, you didn’t even want to be in the same bed as him. he was so mean to you, for no reason. what did you ever do to deserve such treatment from him? it wasn’t your fault elena didn’t love him back.

a hour passed, and you couldn’t seem to fall asleep. you kept overthinking everything. your feelings were hurt, and that seemed to keep you awake. being next to the person you loved, yet feeling so unwanted was not a nice feeling at all. you felt so.. disgusting in a way. you felt insecure, and just unlovable. you sighed, and got up from the bed. you decided to give damon the space he so desperately wanted. you grabbed your pillow, and headed to the couch. you laid down in the couch, and tried to finally fall asleep. soon enough, you did.

damon woke up in the middle of the night, feeling cold himself. he turned around, seeking your warmth, only to find he was alone in bed. he got worried quickly, wondering if something happened to you. he got off the bed, to look for you. he soon found you, sleeping in the small, uncomfortable couch next to the door. he didn’t know why, but his heart sank at the view.

he watched you as you slept, uncomfortably, hugging your legs to hopefully warm yourself up. you had no blanket protecting you from the cold. he cursed at himself. he sighed, walking closer to you, in order to pick you up and take you towards the bed. you didn’t deserve this. he gasped, as soon as his fingers touched your now cold skin. he almost started panicking, you were stone cold.

“fuck, you must be freezing.. fuck.” damon said under his breath, picking you up and leading you towards the bed. he laid you down on his side, since it still had his warmth on it, and covered you with the blankets gently. he got on your side and pulled your body close to his. he hugged you so softly, so tenderly. he had never been this way towards anyone.

he caressed your hair, cursing at himself over and over again for being so unexplainably mean and inconsiderate to you. you had done nothing wrong to him and he knew that. he always did this, taking out his anger on people who don’t deserve it. but it had never made him feel as guilty as this. he kept biting his lip anxiously, whenever he felt your cold skin. he spent the entire night holding you, making sure you were warm.

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it was the next morning, and you were still incredibly tired. you had barely gotten any sleep. you woke up in the bed, confused. did damon move you? you didn’t care. you were still hurt, and slept in the cold for him. just because you didn’t want to be close to him, because he made you feel so unwanted. you were having breakfast, before hitting the road once again.

“how was your sleep, y/n? sorry to mention it, but you look a bit rough.” elena said, a bit worried for you, you chuckled a bit at her. she was sitting down next to you, while the salvatores sat across from you. damon kept his eyes locked on you, feeling terrible for your lack of sleep. he felt terrible for the way he has been treating you all together.

“i’m okay, elena. just want to go home.” you said, looking down at your plate. you just wanted to be alone. you missed your room. damon couldn’t help but feel even more worried for you.

soon, you all finished eating and decided to get back on the road. you were watching the brothers place all of your bags in the trunk of the car, while you and elena conversed. you were still cold, it was a cold day, very breezy. you couldn’t help but hug yourself, trying to warm up a bit. damon seemed to notice. he took off his jacket and walked over to you, then putting the piece of clothing around your shoulders. he didn’t say a word, and neither did you. even then, you were thankful. he nodded his head and walked back to stefan, who stared at him puzzled. damon had never been so kind towards anyone who wasn’t elena.

“alright, time to go.” damon said, getting on the driver’s seat. you nodded and walked towards the backseat, where elena stopped you. you giggled softly at her and nodded. she probably wanted to cuddle with stefan the whole ride back. you got into the passengers seat, leaving the two lovebirds in the back seat.

damon was glad you were next to him. it was like he needed to have his eyes on you, all the time. he needed to make sure you were alright and that you didn’t need anything. it seemed like after what happened, he realized how much he truly cares about you. he started driving, you knew the trip was going to be long, so you leaned on the window, and looked at the scenery.

you didn’t know you had fallen asleep until you woke up, around an hour later. you yawned softly, looking back at stefan and elena who were also sleeping, you smiled at them. you looked at damon, who was already looking at you. you broke eye contact and went back to watching through the window.

“are you feeling alright? do you need anything?” damon said lightly, staring at you once in a while. you looked at him, a bit shocked he was even asking.

“it’s okay, damon. you don’t have to act like you suddenly care about me.” you said, emotionless, while relaxing into your seat. you wished to be home already. you heard damon sigh.

“i do care, y/n.” he said, stealing a few glances, trying to keep his eyes on the road. you almost laughed at his words.

“sure, you do.“ you whispered, loud enough for him to hear it. he sighed deeper and continued driving. after a while, you reached your house, finally. they were dropping you off first, since elena was currently living with the salvatores. you smiled, starting to get off the car. damon got off the car, and started taking your bags out of the trunk.

“thank you for coming, y/n! it meant a lot!” elena said. you smiled at her, reaching for her hand and giving it a light squeeze.

“of course! i’m always here for you.” you replied, smiling. you looked at stefan. “see you guys later.” you said, saying your final goodbyes before getting off the car. you saw damon waiting for you in front of your front tour, with your bags. you sighed, walking past him and opening up your front door. you turned back to look at him and reached out to grab your bags, he pulled them back. you looked at him confused.

“i’ll take them up to your room.” he said, you looked at him, puzzled. what was going on? you were so confused. you shook your head and tried reaching for them again, to no avail.

“no need, damon. just give them.” you said, reaching for them once again. damon brushed past you, walking into your home, up the stairs to your room. you sighed and followed behind him. he placed the bags on top of your bed as you stood by the door frame.

“thank you. see yourself out.” you said, walking towards your closet, you looked at yourself in the mirror, noticing you were still wearing his jacket. “oh, wait.” you said, before taking it off and handling it back to him. “now you can leave.” you said, he furrowed his eyebrows at you. you had never acted so cold towards him before. it bothered him.

“listen. i’m sorry, okay?” he said, taking a step closer to you. you sighed, not wanting to deal with this anymore. you turned around and opened your bag.

“whatever, damon. i’m used to being treated like this by you, anyways.” you said, before he grabbed your wrist, making you turn around to face him. you gasped a bit.

“let me apologize, will you?” he said, just needing to apologize to you. he felt so awful for treating you so badly for so long. you sighed.

“i’m sorry. i really am. you don’t know how shitty it felt to watch you shaking, in an uncomfortable couch, y/n.” he started, looking deeply into your eyes. “i’m truly sorry. i know i’m not great with words, but please know i’m being honest here.” he said, as you stared at him, stunned by him. you had never seen damon apologize to anyone, not even his brother.

“it’s fine, damon.” you said, shaking your head. “it’s not like i’m someone important, i’m just elena’s friend. i’m used to being treated like this all the time.” you said, looking down at your feet. he shook his head. elena has always been the one everyone cares the most for, but you.. it felt like no one truly loved or took care of you.

“why do you always talk of yourself like that?” he asked, truly confused. he lifted up your head by your chin, and looked into your eyes. “fuck, i feel so horrible for making you feel this way.” he cursed under his breath, his eyes glaring at your lips for a while, before returning to your eyes. why was he feeling this way?

“you’re so much more than just someone’s friend, alright?” he said, planting a soft kiss on your cheek, right next to the corners of your mouth. your cheeks flushed immediately by his sudden actions. “so much more.” he whispered, before smirking lightly, and planting yet another gentle kiss by your temple.

he felt something. something he has only felt near katherina and elena. but so much more intense. it terrified him. he stood there, staring into your gorgeous eyes when he realized he was falling. how and when did this happen? he was absolutely petrified.

he felt so connected to you, he felt as if he belong right by your side. he masked his feelings by anger and being mean towards you. he had finally been honest with himself about you. he was falling for you. it was just so sudden and it didn’t make sense to him. you had just been in his life for only a short period of time, yet you meant so, so much to him. why?

he was confused and scared at the realization of his feelings towards you. he had only been in love twice, and he had never been loved back. but he knew for a fact you loved him. the fact that he was loved was still something he couldn’t believe. damon was scared out of his mind, but so eager to have you. he knew he needed to be worthy of loving you. he knew he needed to earn your forgiveness, and then your love. but he was ready to be fully yours. he was ready to give his entire heart and soul to you, and only you.

#tvd #damon salvatore #salvatore brothers #damon salvatore x y/n #damon salvatore x reader #the vampire diaries #tvd damon #damon salvatore imagine

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megamind0416 · 4 months

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I personally think Sam and Dean would win but I'm curious to know other opinions lol

#sam and dean #the winchesters #supernatural #stefan and damon #sam winchester #dean winchester #stefan salvatore #damon salvatore #tvd #the vampire diaries #salvatore brothers #the winchester brothers #fictional face-off #who would win #tv shows

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andreal831 · 4 months

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Elijah and Stefan could live without Klaus and Damon

One of my tik toks about the end of The Originals has brought forward a lot of people saying Elijah "couldn't live without Klaus" or something to that effect. I've seen people use this same argument for Stefan. And I hate this thought process.

First, it is usually said to completely discredit their sacrifice. For instance, when I talk about how it made no sense for both Elijah and Klaus to die at the end of TO and completely orphan Hope. I will always argue that Elijah should have been the one to sacrifice his life and Klaus to live for his daughter. Would this ending have broken my heart, yes, but it would have aligned better with the character arcs and overall story.

When the fandom talks about Klaus' sacrifice, it's to say how amazing he was, how he finally got redemption, and how much he loved his daughter. When Elijah's sacrifice is talked about, it's to bring up Hayley's death and talk about his codependency with Klaus. The same thing happens with Stefan, they mention Elena and his codependency on Damon. Completely neglecting the fact that these characters did in fact sacrifice their lives for their family.

Second, it's canonically inaccurate. Elijah and Stefan both showed multiple times that they can live without their brothers. That, in fact, they are better off without their brothers. We don't know their full lives, but in most flashbacks we see, they are either separated or recently reunited. Stefan makes friends with Lexie who completely turns his vampirism around. She is his best friend and knows him better than anyone and she warns Damon to stay away because Damon has the tendency to push Stefan off his sobriety when he gets bored or angry. Damon actually does more harm to Stefan. When Damon 'dies,' Stefan creates a life for himself away from the supernatural. Sure the fans didn't like it, but he still moves on. Unlike Damon who wants to entomb himself because Elena is gone.

Elijah and Klaus do spend the large majority of their eternity together, but they also have spent large chunks of it apart. Specifically most of the 1900s. Elijah leaves in 1919 to lead Mikael away and only reunites briefly in 1933 to warn Klaus. They are only together for a matter of days before Klaus threatens to dagger Elijah. They go their separate ways again. We don't see how Elijah is coping in this time, but he does manage to live nearly 100 years without Klaus and seems to come out on the other side fine. Similar to Stefan, Elijah thrives without Klaus when he erases his memories. It's the happiest we see him throughout the entire show.

Finally, we see throughout both shows that Stefan and Elijah are a little bit unstable emotionally. They both view their lives as less than because of their trauma. Both Stefan and Elijah choosing to sacrifice themselves had less to do with codependency and more to do with self worth. They were both characters who felt an immense amount of guilt for all of the harm they had caused and viewed themselves as monsters. They did not think they deserved to live and be happy, unlike Damon and Klaus. So when we frame their deaths around their brothers, it detracts from their struggles and their deeper characters. I know the show liked to push the narrative that their lives revolved around Damon and Klaus because of ratings/Julie Plecs' weird obsessions, but it completely erases the characters to do so.

Elijah and Stefan could live without their brothers. They did and seemed to be happier. Obviously losing a sibling would be devastating and they would mourn, but it would give them a chance to find true purpose in their lives. Both families had a mass amount of codependency but it's usually only focused on Elijah and Stefan as a way to make their characters revolve around the other brother. It's sloppy and honestly tired writing. If the writers cared more about the story than ratings, we would have seen character growth and seen Stefan and Elijah learn to branch out on their own and break the toxic cycle.

These narratives that the brothers can't live without the other is simply pushed so the fandom can feel good about their sacrifices instead of actually looking at it for what is was: a sacrifice.

#elijah mikealson #stefan salvatore #klaus mikaelson #damon salvatore #their sacrifices matter #the writers were just terrible at dealing with mental health #and building any kind of character development #tvdu #the originals #tvd #the vampire diaries #the mikaelsons #metas #salvatore brothers #mikaelson brothers

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vampiregirl2323 · 1 year

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His ARMSSSS🙏🏻

#damon salvatore #damon x elena #elena gilbert #elena gilbert icons #interview with the vampire #stefan salvatore #the vampire lovers #tvd universe #vampire #vampire diaries #stefan salavatore x reader #salvatore brothers

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l-hamiddd · 20 days

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omg emily laughlin is so katherine pierce.

#the inheritance games #the vampire diaries #emily laughlin #katherine pierce #hawthorne brothers #salvatore brothers

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notti-stellate · 10 months

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Forever Alone

Edward Cullen x Salvatore!reader Salvatore brothers x platonic!reader

Word count: 0.7k

Proofread: Mostly

Warnings: Angst, Damon being a bad brother, fighting (kinda), yelling

Part 1/?

My phone was buzzing like crazy as I got ready for the party, I assumed it was the group chat I had with my friends. We were all pretty excited for the party, it was supposed to be the biggest of the year. I spent all afternoon doing my makeup and making sure my outfit was perfect. I had to look flawless as most of my boyfriend’s family were going to be there. Edward had spent hours begging his siblings to come, hoping that we could all hangout together. After I finished getting ready I gathered my brothers and our friends into the living room.

The first time our families met didn’t go very well, the night ending with arguing and Damon storming out. The Cullens left shortly after that after I apologized profusely to Carlisle. We’ve both hung out with each other’s family and gotten along well, both becoming part of the other’s family.

“Before we leave I need to talk with you guys,” I started, “Edward and his family are really important to me so I need you to be on your best behavior tonight, meaning that you at least try to get along with them.”

After I got all of them to agree we all shuffled out the door, all planning to ride together. I smiled as I read the text from Edward saying he talked to his family too and that they were on their way. Caroline nudged my shoulder teasingly when she saw me smiling at my phone. She was always pretty supportive of our relationship, making her one of my best friends. She completely understands how our friends tend to act around other vampires they don’t know.

As I climbed out of the car I immediately saw Edward standing by his car with his family, talking and laughing together. I shot Damon a look as we walked over, if he messes this up again I am definitely locking him in the basement. I knew he got the message when he rolled his eyes with a sigh.

When we reached Edwards car I gave him a small hug and greeted the rest of the family with a smile. I could tell that he was nervous by how tightly he was holding my hand as our families started to speak again, Caroline politely greeting everybody as we all walked into the party.

“God I hope tonight goes well,” I sighed as I leaned my head on Edward’s shoulder.

“Me too, love” he mumbled, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

It had been a few hours since the party started and it seemed to be going well, Stefan keeping his promise to make sure Damon didn’t do anything stupid. My nerves have calmed down a bit from the alcohol in my system.

Just as I went to get another drink I heard yelling from the other side of the room. By the time I got there Stefan was holding Damon back while Emmett was dragged in the other direction by Edward.

“Seriously,” I yelled, mostly at Damon, “you couldn’t control yourself for one night? God, you’re the oldest out of all of us, would you act like it for once?!”

Stefan and Jeremy pushed Damon outside while I went to talk to Edward. I found him sitting in the backyard with the rest of his family by his side.

“I am so sorry about him,” I said to them, “Damon can be very…stuck in his ways at times”

“It’s alright, y/n, you don’t need to apologize for him,” Emmett sighed,” but I think it’s best that our families stay away from each other for a while.”

I looked over at Edward, tears pricking my eyes as I realized that he agreed, we needed to stay away until we could both get a hold of our siblings. I nodded my head and turned away, walking back inside before I let a tear fall.

As I walked up to my room I realized something, Damon had promised he would never let us be happy, and he set on keeping his promise.

#edward cullen x salvatore!reader #edward cullen x y/n #edward cullen x you #edward cullen x reader #edward cullen #salvatore #salvatore brothers #edward cullen angst #damon salvatore x sister!reader #stefan salvatore x sister!reader

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pascaloverx · 2 months

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Hit The Road

Chapter Fourteen (FINAL)

previous chapter

Summary: You are a hunter of supernatural beings who is forced to experience a new reality: being a vampire. The only thing stronger than your thirst for blood is your thirst for revenge.

Author's note: the characters mentioned here were created by Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec, based on the book series of the same name by author L. J. Smith. They don't belong to me. That said, this fanfic will be short. This fanfic may address scenes of violence, inappropriate language and adult content. Minors should not interact with this story. Also some information here is not in the order of the series or the same way it happened in the tv series.

Your plan didn't work out. Damn it! Stefan broke down the door amid your screams of pain and grabbed you, throwing you to the ground. Strangely, him throwing you to the ground might have hurt more than being burned in the sun. You don't remember much after that. You can imagine the Salvatores being furious because you tried to end your vampire life. You're almost certain that you're tied to a chair. You try to move your hands and feet but can't. Your eyes slowly open, revealing Damon's room, and then you realize that you are indeed trapped. Damon comes out of the bathroom half-naked, with only a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair wet. You look at him, furious. But you notice that even though you're angry, you don't want to kill him.

"What did you do to me, Salvatore?" You almost shout as you watch him dry his hair with another towel. He's ignoring you, undoubtedly. He takes off the towel from his waist, revealing his naked body, and then slowly starts to put on some clothes.

"You know, you've always been one of the smartest people I know. But trying to kill yourself while a group of people who care about you is trying to find a solution to your problem was the stupidest thing I've ever seen." Damon's tone of voice is sharp; he seems genuinely bothered by the direction this story would have taken if Stefan hadn't stopped you.

"Fuck off, darling, I wanted to die. Not because the idea of a slow and painful death makes me happy, but because dying would prevent me from hurting you." You respond rudely, still trying to get out of the chair where you're tied up. Damon smiles, watching you struggle to untie yourself.

"You won't get out of there without my help, my love. That's because humans hardly ever manage to get out of places on their own. And yes, I called you human. In fact, while you were trying to kill yourself, I was able to track down your ex-best friend Dimitri. He had a cure for vampirism with him. And let's say he was happy to hand it over to save you." Damon's tone becomes almost too dark as he speaks the last part. He definitely killed Dimitri. I can't say it terrifies me, but I think Dimitri sought Damon's wrath.

"You turned me human and killed Dimitri? Wow, it's shocking the amount of things you can do." You speak, facing Damon, almost as a challenge, even though you know you should be grateful for him stopping you from dying or killing other vampires.

"I wouldn't have killed your hunter friend if he hadn't refused to free you from that damn spell. One thing led to another. But at the end of the day, everyone got what they deserved." Damon speaks as he approaches you. He crouches down on the floor, facing you. His blue eyes seem darker, and his expression looks tired.

"We're back to square one, aren't we? You're a cruel vampire, and I'm a human. What now? I age while you remain immortal, watching me slowly die in front of you? Then when all this is over, you go back to Elena and live a vampire life with her?" As you speak, you feel like you're venting to Damon but at the same time complaining.

"We both have at least a few more years before you start worrying about age and dying. I gave you back your human life so you could enjoy it a little longer. But when you want immortality back, just like your vampire boyfriends." Damon unties you, touching your hand lightly to your cheek, wiping away the tears you were shedding without even noticing.

"Did you hear about my idea for everyone to date each other at the same time? Seems like almost dying left my mind clear." You speak, smiling softly, trying not to appear confused by the changes in your life.

"I want you to know that I made a choice too. I chose to stand by the idiotic woman who married me in a cabin because neither of us knew what we wanted." Damon kissed both of your hands gently, then gave you a peck on the lips.

"What a lovely way to make me feel bad. But I won't backtrack, I love you and your brother. Individually but significantly." You pull Damon's face closer to yours, giving him a longer kiss.

"I have to go get more blood bags from the hospital. I think you have a visitor speaking of that, see you later." Damon kisses your cheek and leaves the room almost immediately. You get up from the chair and glance around Damon's room.

"Stefan, I'm no longer a vampire, but I know you're there." You say as you lean against Damon's bed, relaxing your sore back. Being human is too painful.

"I thought it would be weird to come here, to my brother's room, to see you." Stefan says, entering the room with a smile on his face.

"It's not strange. I guess now we all agree that we're okay with the fact that I..." You almost finish the sentence but are interrupted by a strong and sincere hug from Stefan, who crouched down in front of you.

"I hate you, you know?" Stefan says, kissing your cheek, as if he wanted to savor every detail of you. You then give him a gentle kiss on the forehead and sigh.

"Thank you for saving my life. But next time you knock me down, I'm gonna punch you." You say as you hug him gently, running your fingers through his hair. And so your life as a vampire took a pause so that your life as a human could return, alongside the Salvatore brothers. Damon made a deal with you that when you're ready to be a vampire again, he'll turn you. Obviously, Stefan thinks you're better off as a human. For now, you continue in this romantic confusion where you date Damon sometimes, Stefan other times, taking life one day at a time.

The End...

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walkiie · 8 months

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Salvatore Brothers (remake)

Original 😂😂

#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4screenshots #tvd #the vampire diaries #damon salvarote #stefan salvatore #salvatore brothers #ian somelharder #paul wesley

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froottalks · 8 months

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Unexpected Connection - Elena Gilbert x reader

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The quaint town of Mystic Falls held more secrets than anyone could fathom. You found yourself drawn there, not knowing why, until fate brought you face-to-face with Elena Gilbert. The moment your eyes met, a spark of recognition passed between you, as if destiny had orchestrated this meeting.

Elena welcomed you into her circle of friends, introducing you to the enigmatic Salvatore brothers, Stefan and Damon. As days turned into nights, you felt a magnetic pull towards Elena. There was an unspoken connection, something deeper than friendship, though you couldn't decipher it.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you and Elena found yourselves on the Gilbert porch, gazing at the stars. The air was charged with the kind of tension that precedes life-altering moments.

"Elena," you began hesitantly, "there's something about this place… about you. It's like I've known you forever, even though we've only just met."

Elena's gaze turned intense, searching your eyes for answers. "I feel it too," she admitted. "It's as if our paths were meant to cross."

The truth hung unspoken between you: the mystical currents of Mystic Falls had bound you together in a way that defied logic.

As weeks passed, you and Elena's connection deepened. You spent your days researching the town's history, stumbling upon ancient texts that hinted at a prophecy involving a stranger who would bring both salvation and danger to Mystic Falls.

One evening, Stefan revealed that a powerful vampire coven had caught wind of the prophecy and believed you were the key to unlocking it. Danger loomed, threatening not only the town but also the fragile bond you'd formed with Elena.

Facing the unknown, you and Elena stood side by side. You trained with the Salvatores, honing your skills in preparation for the inevitable confrontation. Amidst the chaos and fear, your feelings for Elena grew stronger. She was your anchor, your solace in the storm.

In the midst of battle, as you fought alongside Elena against the vampire coven, her strength and determination ignited a fire within you. When the dust settled, and the danger was vanquished, Elena turned to you, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and something more.

With the moon hanging in the sky, its gentle light casting a glow over Mystic Falls, Elena stepped closer to you. "I can't deny it anymore," she whispered, her voice soft but resolute. "I've fallen for you, in ways I can't explain."

Your heart raced as you looked into her eyes, seeing your own feelings reflected back. "Elena," you confessed, "from the moment I met you, I felt a connection that defied reason. I'm in love with you."

In that vulnerable moment, surrounded by the remnants of battle, you sealed your confession with a kiss—a promise of all the unspoken words, shared experiences, and emotions that had grown between you.

As the town of Mystic Falls began to heal from the wounds of the supernatural conflict, you and Elena continued to fall deeper for each other. The bond that fate had woven between you proved unbreakable, and together, you faced the unknown with unwavering courage, knowing that whatever the future held, you would face it together.

THE END

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What happened to this pack?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That once smug look on his face turned sour.

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

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

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

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

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

“Damon you might want to come here.”

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

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

“I need a favour.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

( No one cares about their banter. NEXT!)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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forbidden attraction

dbf!stefan salvatore x reader

summary: you have been in love with your dad’s best friend for many years now.

warnings: age gap, forbidden relationship, small angst, mentions of blood, pet names, strong language

part count: 1/2

“animal blood? seriously?” asked damon, mocking you. you rolled your eyes at him, leaning against the kitchen counter. damon looked over at your dad, who only shrugged.

damon and stefan salvatore were your dad’s best friends. you have known them for so long. you were turned recently, after almost dying at the hands of a drunk driver. the accident changed your life. you had vampire blood in your system, therefore, you were turned in just a couple of hours after the accident. adjusting to the vampire life was extremely difficult on you. you had just celebrated your 20th birthday. what a lovely gift life gave you.

even then, you rather enjoyed it. you loved the confidence and power it gave you. you were now able to do things you would’ve never even think of doing before. gosh, you could enjoy life. you could walk around at night, without any fear. you could take risks, and you loved that. however, having to hurt people in order to survive was eating you alive. you would never hurt a fly, so the fact that you had to feed on humans was the hardest part of the transition.

“what? it worked for stefan for a while!” you argued back, trying your hardest to convince both your father and the brothers. stefan smirked softly, proud of the impact he seemed to have in your wise decision.

“i mean, that is true— she just doesn’t want to hurt anyone.” said your father, earning a smile from you.

“you don’t have to hurt people, sunshine. that’s what blood bags are for.” damon replied, as if it was the most obvious fact in the world. you sighed.

“i’ll teach you. how to hunt.” stefan spoke, catching your attention. you smiled up at him.

“you’ll die of hunger, but alas!” damon shrugged, taking yet another sip from his bourbon, and walking off towards the living room along with your father. you sighed.

“it’s a good decision, y/n.” stefan said softly, his hands reaching over to lay on your tensed shoulders. you felt your entire body being lit up on fire. you gulp lightly, feeling as if all of the cells in your body woke up by just his simple touch.

“was it hard for you?— only drinking animal blood?” you asked, truthfully scared of his reply. he nodded slightly, his fingers stroking your soft skin.

“it’s not easy either. but it gave me some peace of mind for a while.” he replied, you smiled at his words. that’s exactly what you needed.

“but, sweetheart, damon’s not necessarily wrong. you can always just feed from blood bags. that way you’re not hurting anyone.” stefan said, and you nodded in reply. damon was right. yet the thought of drinking the blood of an innocent person seemed wrong to you. you knew you’d need to one day, but just not right now.

“why don’t we start tomorrow, mhm?” stefan said, his voice as delicate as ever, as to not upset you any further. “i hope chipmunk blood is to your liking.” he said, earning a genuine laugh from you. he smiled at you.

——————

“just relax, alright, love?” stefan said, once he noticed your tensed muscles. you were nervous. this has to go well, it just has to. you sighed in frustration. stefan noticed, and walked behind you.

his hands wrapped around your hips, holding you in place. as soon as you felt his grip, your breathing started to pick up. it was embarrassing, the effect he had on you. but how could he not? he has been your forbidden crush ever since you were young. he had been the only man you have ever loved, or even liked. it was like he ruined every one else for you. you always looked forward to seeing him at the grill, whenever your dad would take you with him. yet, stefan always seemed to look at you as your dad’s daughter, not a woman. and that constantly tugged at your heart.

“think of it as the start of a race. you need to push out with every ounce of strength that you have, okay?” stefan said, using his hands to set you into place. you nodded, not being able to think properly with his hands on your body like this.

“animals are mostly terrified of humans, so you need to be quick if you want to catch them.” stefan continued. “so, as soon as you see a rabbit, you chase it, catch it and feed on it.”

“i don’t think i can do it— i just—” you confessed, freaking out over the fact of killing a small, defenseless animal. stefan turned you around, placing his big hands on your face, in order to comfort you.

“i know. it’s scary. and god, it feels awful to kill such a small animal, but y/n, you’re doing the right thing here.” stefan said, his voice low and raspy, and you could have sworn you melted. you bit your lip, mostly to hold yourself back from kissing your dad’s best friend.

“let’s hunt, okay?” stefan said, his thumbs caressing your face. you nodded, suddenly feeling a sense of confidence wash over you.

you can do this!

“i can’t do this!” you cried, as you felt the small animal’s blood spilling from your lips. your watery eyes blurred your vision and you were glad it did. so that way you couldn’t properly see the animal you have just killed and fed on. stefan ran to your side, wiping your bloody mouth. small coos left his mouth, trying his hardest to make you feel better.

“it’s alright, sweetheart. you did so well.” stefan praised, as he continued to clean you up. he also wiped the tears that fell from your eyes. “that’s enough for today— you did so good.” stefan said once again, his hand caressing your cheek lovingly. the small praises were heart-melting. you nodded, soon calming down.

you both started walking back towards your house. it was awfully quiet. simply because you felt so unaccomplished. if you can’t feed on animals either, then what were you going to do? thoughts like this kept running through your mind, before stefan interrupted them.

“what’s in your pretty little head?” stefan asked, walking along your side. you blushed at his words.

“i feel so pathetic.” you confessed, your head dropping in defeat. stefan sighed, putting a halt to your walk.

“i also felt like this in the beginning.” stefan said, his hands resting on your shoulders. you looked up at him, hearing him speak. “and let me tell you, you’re doing better than i did. you are so brave for even taking this decision. you’re so strong.” he said, making a smile appear on your face.

“we’ll get through this together, okay? how does that sound?” he asked, and you giggled in reply.

“i would love that.” you replied, and stefan nodded, grinning at you. you smiled, your eyes running to his lips. god, you were going crazy. this man is so breathtaking. you didn’t know you were biting your lip until you drew blood.

“don’t worry too much, love. you’re such a good girl.” stefan said, and your eyes widened. he didn’t mean it that way. y/n, relax, please, he didn’t mean it that way.

did he?

you sighed shakily, as you felt his hand in your cheek, trying to console you. but god, you couldn’t stand the way it made you feel. his simple touch was enough to make killer butterflies appear in your stomach. these heightened emotions weren’t in your favor either. you were in love. so in love.

“such a good girl.”

that was enough. it was enough for you to crash your lips into his. you were absolutely terrified. you were kissing your dad’s best friend, your forbidden long term crush. you were kissing stefan. all of that fear soon disappeared as you felt him kiss you back. stefan’s hands now rested on your lower waist, holding your body closer to his.

soon, stefan was kissing you against a tree. his body fully pressed to yours. you could feel his erection on your stomach, and it made the arousal between your legs grow even further. your tongues kept fighting for dominance, while you pulled on stefan’s hair, earning a low groan from him. you moaned at the sound of his voice, at the way he could sound, at the way you made him sound. his grip on your waist tighten, before pulling away from your passionate kiss. you frowned at the loss of his lips on yours. both your chests kept rising up and down, feeling so sexually aroused, so needy for one another.

“no— stop, stop— we can’t.” stefan said, his eyes still closed shut, the grip on your waist tight, trying to hold himself back from having you. you furrowed your eyebrows at him.

“what? stefan, yes, we can.” you pleaded with him, your hands bringing his face closer to yours once again. your lips just lingered over his. he almost let himself go again, yet he decided to speak up again.

“no, y/n. you’re— you’re my best friend’s daughter. i’m so much older than you. we can’t.” stefan said softly, now opening his eyes to stare into yours. he almost cursed under his breath at the sight of you, all hot and bothered for him. it was taking everything in him to not take you right then and there.

“older than me? stefan, age doesn’t matter. you were seventeen when you were turned! if anything, i’m older than you!” you said, your hands still tangled in his hair.

“no, it’s just not right. i— i watched you grow.” stefan argued back.

“stefan—”

“no, y/n. this is wrong. this didn’t mean anything, got it?”

“do you really not see me as a woman?” you asked, now removing your hands off him. your feelings were hurt.

“you’re a kid! i feel— sick doing this.” he replied, and your heart broke into a million pieces.

sick? he felt sick kissing you?

your eyes pricked with tears at his words. your heart ached. he would never see you as a woman. for him, you were still that 16 year old girl he met once your father introduced you. you were just his best friend’s daughter. you were just a kid that was in love with him. you would never be a woman to him.

you couldn’t stop yourself from slapping him. stefan’s jaw tighten, his hand reaching over to lightly feel his cheek. you shook your head, not being able to look at him any longer.

“asshole.” was the last thing you said before walking away from him, leaving him all alone in the woods. you couldn’t care less if you didn’t know your way home, you’d find it. you just wanted to be away from him.

after all, you made him feel sick, right?

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