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samdeancass · 7 months
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Ripper!Stefan Being Jealous (The Vampire Diaries Headcanon)
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Normal Stefan being jealous was bad enough, but ripper Stefan was another story.
You could feel the change in his demeanor straight away when someone even looked at you in a way he didn’t like.
His arm would wrap around your shoulders and pull you tight towards him before he kissed you, hard, right in front of the offender.
“They’re taken. Go and scramble to someone desperate who wants you.”
“Stefan! There was no need for that!” He looked down at you with that cocky smirk that you adored. “They were looking at something that’s mine, I didn’t like that. So, they needed to go.”
If a person didn’t get the message the first time, Stefan would damn well make sure that they got it the second.
“I thought I told you to find someone else.”
“I don’t want to. I’ve found what I want.” They lunged forward and tried to grab you, but Stefan intervened. “They are mine. Have I not made that clear?” 
Stefan grabbed them by the neck and pushed them against the wall, baring his fangs at them. “I won’t hesitate to rip your throat out.” Looking at the person’s petrified face was enough for Stefan to know that they got the message.
You always thought that Stefan was dangerous with his humanity switched on but when he was in his ripper faze, it made him more dangerous and much more attractive to you, especially when he was jealous.
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theeoriginals · 3 months
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could I make a cheeky request of person a kissing the pout off person b's face with either stefan or elijah? love u and hope you're doing well
all better | stefan salvatore
stefan salvatore x f!reader
author's note; I had to make stefan the pouty one obviously... emo king
warnings; nothing but fluff
"You're upset,"
"I'm not upset,"
"Really? Because I've never known anyone's face to look like that when they're happy."
Stefan's green eyes roll in her direction and she smiles tauntingly, endlessly fond even when he is visibly upset. "I'm annoyed."
She grins victoriously, like she's just won something by getting him to admit what they already knew. He has to force his face to stay furrowed in the face of her excitement.
"I knew it! You're annoyed 'cause Damon's not being helpful again,"
Stefan rolls his eyes again, his irritation spiking easily at his brother's name. "He's being childish. It's completely counterproductive,"
She nods, crossing the short distance to stand above him where he sits in the chair behind his desk. Leans down with a furrow in her brow like she's thinking before she's pressing her lips to his in a brief peck.
It's seems like she's made up her mind about something, what he doesn't know, but she's quick to kiss him one, two, three more times, barely letting him kiss her back before she's starting again.
She gets another few pecks in before he huffs out a quiet laugh and another grin suddenly spreads on her face. This time, she looks particularly smug about it. She leans back finally, perching on the edge of his desk. "Do you want me to yell at him?"
He lets out a quiet huff, eyes fluttering shut as he holds back another laugh. "No. No, that's not necessary, but thank you for the offer,"
She smiles again. "Anytime,"
Stefan's upset dwindles finally, and he offers her a small smile in silent apology for even letting his brother get him in that mood. It makes his face twitch again, like it's instinctual to frown, and it has her cupping his cheeks gently, using her thumbs to relax his face.
"Stop frowning, you'll get wrinkles,"
He flutters his eyes up at her, charming gleam shining in them. "I'll literally never get wrinkles, baby. That's the whole point,"
"You know what I meant!"
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captainsophiestark · 6 months
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Couples Costume
Stefan Salvatore x Reader
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Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Summary: Stefan is dead set against dressing up for Halloween, but his girlfriend might just have found a way to outplay him.
Word Count: 1,262
Category: Fluff
Requested by @cncownerxstefansalvatorefanxstay for a fluffy Halloween with Stefan! This prompt kinda possessed me for a minute until it was done being written, so I figured what better day to double up on fic posting than Friday the 13th? Hope you like it!
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"Okay! What do you think? Nadja and Laszlo or Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf? One is more fitting but the other is funnier."
I held up the costumes in question so Stefan, my boyfriend, could get a good look. He glanced up from his reading with a bewildered expression, his eyes scanning each of the costumes before landing on me with a frown.
"What is this for?" he asked. My mouth dropped open.
"For Halloween! Obviously! Come on, Stefan, we have to dress up."
"No. No, we don't," he said, a laughing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as his eyes dropped back to his reading. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Are you seriously telling me you're not going to dress up with me for Halloween?"
"I... think I am telling you that, yeah."
"But what about the trick-or-treaters who come to the door! We want to be the cool people with awesome costumes, don't we?"
"Mmm.... no."
I sighed dramatically, letting both costumes drop to my sides. I narrowed my eyes at my boyfriend, but he didn't flinch, not looking up from his reading.
"I'll support you if you decide to dress up," he finally said. "But I'm not putting on a costume."
"Fine. I guess I can't force you," I said, flopping my arms dramatically as I turned away from Stefan, a smirk on my face. This was not over by a longshot.
A few hours later, as the sun started to set and it was time to get ready for trick-or-treaters, Stefan wandered out of the bathroom with his shirt off. We were hosting a big Halloween party later, so we needed to be dressed and ready for both.
"You decided not to dress up?" asked Stefan, running a suspicious eye over my outfit. I just shrugged.
"It's not as much fun if you don't do it with me."
Stefan smirked a little as he moved back towards he bed. "The guilt trip's not gonna work on me."
"Not even if I ramp it up to an eleven?"
He snorted, not bothering to respond as he surveyed the outfit I'd laid out for him on the bed. Once he was apparently satisfied the shirt wouldn't secretly turn into a ruffled monstrosity befitting Laszlo Cravensworth, he pulled it on and buttoned it up, then slipped on the gray pea coat I'd left with it.
With my heavy, light brown jacket and headband, my plan was officially complete. I smiled and stepped closer to Stefan, fixing his collar before running my hands through his hair a few times, spiking it up even more. When I'd finished, I stepped back and gave him a beaming smile.
"You look great," I said. He smiled, then leaned in to kiss me. We lingered for a minute before he pulled back.
"You look great too."
We shared a smile, then I held out a hand, which Stefan took.
"Come on, we have trick-or-treaters to greet."
I pulled him after me as we headed downstairs. Damon, Elena, Caroline, and Bonnie were setting up for the party, but I'd volunteered Stefan and I to answer the door for anyone who came by.
We didn't have to wait long before the doorbell rang. I smiled and grabbed the bowl of candy, Stefan right behind me as we opened the door. A group of kids with their high school-aged chaperon stood at the door beaming, candy baskets in-hand.
"Trick or treat!" they chorused. I smiled.
"You guys have some great costumes! What do we have, a vampire, a Jedi, Spock..."
"What are you dressed as?" asked a little girl towards the front. I beamed, mentally thanking her for the opening I'd been waiting for.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Stefan, ready to tell her we hadn't dressed up. I spoke up before he got the chance.
"We're Bella and Edward from Twilight!"
I felt Stefan tense next to me as realization washed over him, which only made me smile wider as the kids beamed.
"That's a good costume!" said the girl in the front.
"You look just like him," the boy next to her agreed, nodding at Stefan.
"Thanks! Let's get you guys your candy, your outfits deserve some extra treats."
We smiled and waved as we gave the kids their candy, and I noticed Stefan slipped the vampire an extra bar or two. We waved as they headed off, and as soon as I shut the door, Stefan turned to me, hands on his hips and a stern look on his face.
"Bella and Edward? Seriously?"
"Yeah!" I replied, not even a little bit phased. "It's a low key costume, enough that you didn't even realize you were wearing it, but I still get to do a couples costume with my boyfriend. It's the best of both worlds."
Stefan sighed a deep, heavy, long-suffering sigh.
"I'm changing before the party."
"No!" I cried, reaching out to grab his arm. He hadn't made to move away yet, but I wanted to be ready if he did. "Please wear it for the party too. Please? For me?"
I batted my eyelashes and gave Stefan my best adorable guilt-trip look. He stared back, his expression not budging an inch, until finally he sighed again, throwing his head back and staring at the ceiling.
"Fine."
"Yes! Thank you." I pulled him to me, and grudgingly, he wrapped his arms around my waist as a small smile tugged its way onto his face. "You're the best boyfriend ever, Stef."
"I know."
He smiled again, then leaned down to kiss me. I leaned into him, and I think we would've stayed that way a lot longer if we hadn't been interrupted by another ring of the doorbell.
Reluctantly, Stefan and I pulled apart, sharing a smile.
"We should probably get that," I said. He hummed, not quite letting me go yet.
"I don't know if I can. You're like my own personal brand of heroin."
I laughed, which got a beaming smile out of Stefan even as I finally slipped out of his grasp.
"I can't believe you paid enough attention when we watched the movies to remember that but not enough to realize I was putting you in the same costume Edward wore!"
Stefan shrugged. "Maybe I just wanted to let you have this one."
I paused, narrowing my eyes at Stefan to try to decide if he really had put up with the costume for me, knowing the whole time what I'd been doing, or if he was just messing with me. Before I could decide, he reached past me to swing the door open and another group of kids greeted us with smiles on their faces.
"Trick or treat!"
"Wow, another vampire costume. There seem to be a lot of those this year," he said, smiling at the kid in question. "I think yours is the best I've seen, though."
The kid absolutely beamed at the compliment, and I moved up next to Stefan as we chatted with the trick-or-treaters and handed out the candy. One of the kids actually guessed our costume this time, and Stefan was the one to tell them they were right, we were Bella and Edward. With his arm around me as we talked with each and every kid who came to the door, I could tell Stefan was warming up to the couple's costume idea, whether or not he'd been aware of what he was getting into in the first place.
I just hoped that warm feeling would be enough to carry him through whatever inevitable bad jokes Damon made at his expense all night once the kids were gone and the party began.
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pascaloverx · 3 months
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mrsmikaelsxn · 1 year
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Kissing Tears
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pairing: stefan salvatore x female reader
warnings: i guess light angst, mentions of past abuse, fluff, kisses
summary: stefan has a bad dream of the past when his father would abuse him, you comfort him and calm his crying
a/n: this is the first time i'm writing angst (i wouldn't even really call it that) because i hate angst and would choose fluff and/or smut over it anyday
song: take on the world - you me at six
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You were asleep and it was a quiet night.
Though you were suddenly awoken from the dream you were having when you felt something shaking next to you.
You sit up and rub your eyes before looking to your left. You see Stefan shaking slightly on the mattress with tears streaming down his face. You reach over and switch the lamp that was next to your bed on.
You quickly place your hands on his shoulder and shake him. He hasn't woken up yet so you call his name.
Finally, he bolts upwards and looks around him. You pull him into your arms and kiss his head.
"Y/n," he breathe out and he leans into your embrace.
"Shh, my love, I'm right here," you whisper as you run your fingers through his fluffy hair.
His breathing somewhat calms down and his tears slow. You take his face in your hands and pepper him in kisses, kissing the tears away as you do so.
"When you're ready to talk, I'm listening," you smile at him.
He lets out a cry that sounded like a whimper. "It was my father," he starts explaining in a small voice.
You play and braid his hair, as much as you can since his hair isn't long. He loves when you do that.
"The dream was like a flashback, to when Damon and I were kids. Our father would hit us. Part of the flashback I had was when my father got really mad, he took his burnt cigar and burnt Damon's hand with it. It was so bad, y/n," he cries.
"Shh, it's okay, darling. He's not here anymore," you say.
He sniffles and you take one of your hands to wipe his eyes.
"I know, I don't know how to stop the dreams though," he frowns.
"I'll figure something out," you promise, "I'm also so sorry for what the two of you went through when you were kids"
He smiles sadly and sits up.
"I'm going to get some water," he say, "go back to sleep"
"Are you sure? I would be more than happy to stay up with you," you tell him.
"I'm sure," you look at him unsure but he just nods with a smile and walks out to get his drink.
A few minutes later he walks back in to see the sleeping beautiful figure of his girlfriend. His lips pull into a gentle smile as he climbs into bed, wraps his arms around you, and pulls you into his chest. Your warmth gives him extra comfort as he falls back into a nightmare-less sleep.
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railingsofsorrow · 1 month
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Hi!! Hope you're doing fine! I was wondering about the one shot “the way I loved you” in the originals masterlist. I'm really curious and I wanted to ask when you plan on posting it?
a/n: I'm glad you asked. this has been sitting on my drafts for a while! happy I can finally post it. hope you like it!
The Way I Love(d) You
[stefan salvatore x reader; kol mikaelson x reader]
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SONG INSPIRATION » THE WAY I LOVED YOU by taylor swift
summary: stefan salvatore is kind and sensible and you couldn't ask for anything better. but beneath the “you look beautiful tonight” you miss the "screaming and fighting" and the way his name slipped out of your lips at 2a.m. you liked assurance and perfection but you missed insanity. more than anything, you missed the way you loved him. you missed kol mikaelson.  
pairings: s.salvatore x f!vampire!reader; k.mikaelson x f!vampire!reader 
w.c: 9.4K (I got carried away)
warnings/content: portrayal of healthy and unhealthy relationships dynamic; discussion about life and death; blood (mentioned); non-graphic descriptions of violence; pregnancy (mentioned); slight damon and tyler bashing because they are the most annoying characters ever created; camille o'connell plays therapist; katherine pierce x reader (you blink you miss it); gemini coven (mentioned); discussions about marriage; canon divergence; fluff; happy ending depending on which you're rooting for; paragraphs in italics are flashbacks.
A/N²: this one shot does not follow the tvd + t.o original timeline, so some facts may be out of order.
[part of “the taylor swift anthology”]
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❝ he is sensible and so incredible.
and all my single friends are jealous
he says everything I need to hear, and it's like I couldn't ask for anything better. ❞
“Did you arrive alright?”
You reply with a soft hum, distracted by the bag filled with books related to witchcraft. You really did not think you'd be swiped back to this city again, less alone acting as a librarian for the Original vampires for the hundred time in your life. Oh, well. Who could ever deny Rebekah Mikaelson of her wishes? You had been extremely close before, despite the unsaid goodbyes. She did try to threaten your life if you didn't come to New Orleans soon, but those were empty words. And you could easily take her in a fight – not that she could ever know that.
“Yes,” you say through the phone, remembering there was someone in the other line. “I'm settling in on the hotel.”
“Okay.”
“Stefan.” The corner of your mouth twitches slightly. “Say what you want to say.“
You hear him let out a breath as he usually does when he's holding something back.
“Are you sure you don't need me there with you? I could easily—”
“No,” you cut your fiancée off, albeit in a gentle manner. You sit down at the edge of your hotel bed, feeling the rough fabric of the mattress against your jeans as you inspect the cover of a rather thin book compared to the other thick ones scattered around. “Stefan, I'm perfectly fine. You don't have to worry. And I know you won't listen to me and you'll worry either way…” a smug grin stretches on your face when he tries to speak again. “… but I can handle myself, okay? You can call and text and I'll reply right back.”
Ever since you met Stefan Salvatore, he has had your best interest at heart. Not only yours, but everyone he cared about. In the friendship stage, he slowly inserted himself into your life, taking careful steps to not scare your cold heart away to the mountains. You never knew why, somehow, you had some importance to him. When you started dating, he made sure to introduce you to something that by no means you wanted to partake in: safety. Not the kind in which you are suffocated and trapped, but the kind in which you are held by someone and still are able to take a breath of fresh air. The real meaning of safety.
He takes you on dates and he opens up your car door as the perfect gentleman that he is. The line you look beautiful never straying from his compliments. It took you a while to get used to that. Being loved without having to look over your shoulder, being cared for by someone who would truly be there at the end of the day.
Stefan is safe. He is the warm blanket on a cold day with hot chocolate and a good book. He's the guy who never makes you wait while carrying that endearing softness around him. You couldn't ask for anything better.
“Yeah, alright.” He says with a resigned sigh. “You really don't want me there, huh?” The playfulness being drowned out by a tinge of hesitation in his tone that if you didn't know his tells, you might have missed it.
“You know that's not it.” The book is placed on top of the bedside table. Your choice has been made. “But I don't want to draw unnecessary drama into our lives. As soon as I can get this done, I can come back to New York. To you.”
He offers you a sound of contentment. “That sounds nice to me.” There is some ruffling on his end and he lets out a muffled groan. “Hey, beautiful? I have to go. Damon is hijacking our apartment.”
You briefly recall Stefan making a comment that his brother would visit you guys soon. That had been around a month ago? You are never one to question Damon and his stupid decisions. Fortunately, you were far away to deal with any of that.
“I'm sorry,” you mumble without masking your joy for not having to be present in the same room as Damon Salvatore. “Good luck and don't let him mess with my stuff or I'll personally break his neck and set his dick on fire.“
“I heard that!” You reply that it was meant for him to hear. “He's calling you a menace.” Stefan chuckles at your bickering but he eventually has enough. “Call me if you need anything, yeah? Be safe. I love you.”
“I love you too, and I believe you'll need more backup than I will.” You smile at his scoff and the call comes to an end.
You resist the urge to go to Russeau's to enter an alcoholic coma instead of facing the people you haven't spoken to in a decade. No, you have faced worse and what could possibly go wrong while visiting some old friends?
You snatch the book from the bedside table and tuck it under your arm.
Guess it's time to pay a visit to the Mikaelsons.
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Meeting the Mikaelsons had been the best and the worst moment of your vampire life. Yes, some people could be both at the same time. You met Rebekah before you met the others, in a ball a really long time ago. The Mikaelson name had yet to be spread around like a disease due to the extreme danger they represented – where you lived, at least. Vampire groupies already had lots of knowledge about them at the time.
The thing was, you had no idea who Rebekah was until almost everyone in your city was murdered. Her brothers searched for her after a few years of radio silence, apparently. That's when you understood how protective family could be. Klaus, most of them. But that one was more obsessive and paranoid than any other. Rebekah told you that herself, but you saw it with your own eyes through the years you tagged along in their journey.
You have to say that out of anyone in that family, Klaus Mikaelson would be the last person you'd expect to become a father.
He was the one responsible for practically destroying Katerina Petrova's life, along with many other people you couldn't care to mention right now. She had been your friend once, before she became a nuisance in your life. But still. Klaus was ruthless and anyone capable of making an enemy out of him realized the bitter poison that came with it; if not death, of course.
Nevertheless, the cruel reputation of the Mikaelson family did not belong to Klaus only. In levels of pent up rage, you could easily mention Elijah. He was nothing but kind to you in the moments you've spent as friends, but you were aware of the demons he kept at bay for most of his existence. The man tries hard to be a good person and, in your opinion, he achieved that in all of the senses, although he was never really one to trust other people's opinions about him, whether they'd be good or bad.
Elijah could be just as cruel as Klaus, but as Klaus was loud in a broadcaster type of way, Elijah was silently dreadful.
Finn and Freya were the last ones you encountered. They were both gentle in their own way. As Freya kept up a mask right after breaking her curse, doubtful and distrusting, Finn was overall distasteful towards his own kind. You noticed that between the countless times he attempted to kill his siblings and himself. At first, you held a grudge over the fact that your boyfriend (back then) could never catch a break from his own brother. But eventually you understood Finn's reasons and everything that was left was sympathy. You had trouble adjusting to the vampire life yourself, mostly the drinking blood part but also the eternal life bit as well. Living and dying was something you had never doubted. It was the cycle of life, after all, why would you question it?
Some days, you didn't want it. But those became rare ones as you tasted the sweet flavor of having people that went through the same dilemma by your side. They made everything bearable. You just hoped Finn could also find those people, if not his siblings, then maybe he could find peace somewhere far from them. He had every right of taking some time away if that was his wish.
Family can be suffocating.
Freya had been one of the nicest people you have ever met. Beneath that cold front she built before warming up to the Mikaelsons, there was a tender-hearted woman whom one day you used to call your friend. Freya was there when you crumbled down, she had been the one to help you pull yourself up and she was the one who let you know it was okay to leave if that's what you needed to do. If that's what your heart desires, do it. Her words never left you in some way, you were forever grateful.
Hayley entered your life before she became an honorary Mikaelson – she hated that joke. You helped her find information about her pack when both of you were still back at Mystic Falls. She had been the first person to point out Stefan's interest in you, though you didn't buy it. You actually became closer during her pregnancy. You weren't present in Hope's first months after she was born, but Hayley made sure to send you occasional pictures over the years. You didn't feel so out of the loop thanks to that.
And then, there was Kol.
The epitome of recklessness, wrath and chaos.
He was the a car accident that drove you over a bridge when you couldn't swim and a pillow fort you built overnight to dissipate your nightmares. Kol was the reason why you considered the Mikaelsons to be both the best and worst moment of your life. He was the rollercoaster that fed your desperation for love, displaying a pretty view at the top of the ride, before the crash eventually came and killed all that excitement.
Neither of you expected to fall so fast for one another. Or fall at all.
But he pushed his way into your heart with no permission granted, with his convinced smirks, wild persona and careless nature. He was cold in a warm manner. Tender in the way he held your fingertips with the same bloody hand that also had possession of your heart. And unbelievably good as he cared enough to let you into his heart.
You were too similar for it not to happen, until you were too different to remain together.
Kol Mikaelson conveyed all of the rumors that were spread about him, never once hiding behind a mask, and that's the reason you fell in love with no way back. It had never been an easy choice – choice... that's funny. Does love ever give you a choice? — his enemies became your enemies, you were a target, besides the unstoppable family hassle you always seemed to be involved in. In spite of the obvious reasons, the grounds for breaking up arose from him, surprisingly. Or not so surprisingly. It may have been his way of running away, but it was your way out of the mess he created in your head and heart. According to Hayley, he wasn't left unscathed. He suffered in a way that they had never seen before: through silence.
Kol had never been silent. He craved an audience, which was why he enjoyed discounting his ire on people. He wanted them to fight back in order for him to retaliate much harder. After you left, he didn't murder villages, tortured old enemies or provoked his siblings enough to get a rise out of them. You weren't that surprised once Hayley told you he left as well. What truly left you bewildered was the fact that he didn't cause trouble, turning into a shadow of the wildest Mikaelson people used to hear about.
You couldn't bear to feel guilty. If he wasn't being himself, that was his own doing. He left you first. Looking into the bright side, maybe he had finally mustered the act of growing up.
However, even with the all the heartache he had caused you, loving him was never a regret. You don't know if he felt the same, maybe you'd never know.
Stepping inside the Mikaelson manor made you self-conscious but still nostalgic. You hadn't lived in that house, of course they had built up many other expensive properties over the decade you've been gone. But there is something in the air when the Mikaelsons are around. And it isn't death or blood that you were referring to.
“Are you the friend my mom said was coming to visit us?”
A little girl with dark red hair met you in the entrance of the house. A stuffed bunny dangling from her small hands. You couldn't believe your eyes, but in the meantime you observed her sage green eyes that carry a brush of cinnamon and the tip of her nose, the familiarity practically slapping you in the face.
“I believe so,” you croak out as your lips quirk up in a soft smile. You tell her your name, introducing yourself and say, “and you must be Hope.”
“That's right.“ She gives you a little wave. You nearly leap on your feet at the idea that you're not considered a stranger for her to immediately turn away as parents would advise children. “I'll tell my mom you're here so she can invite you in.”
You nod, leaning on the door, you could feel the spell barely pushing you away. A harsh breeze brush your strands in your face and you roll your eyes at the familiar scent of a hybrid nearby you.
“I have lipstick on, you know how that does not match with hair?“ Two arms engulf you in a strong embrace. You can't help but laugh as your body entwines with Hayley's. “Hay,“ you mumble to her shoulder. “You are kind of ten times stronger than me. Perks of being a hybrid and all...“
“Oh, please. I should be actually crushing you.”
When she cups your cheeks, like a mother would when her child has been gone for too long, you stare at the sage green eyes you had just seen in the entrance. “I missed you too.“ Hayley gives you an eyeroll, letting you go as she asks Hope to let you in. Ah, it made sense. She's not a vampire.
Hope smiles timidly at you as you enter the foyer, her gaze switching to her mother almost pleadingly. Hayley mentions with a tilt of her chin towards the backdoor and Hope quickly rushes away to what you assume is the backyard of the house.
“She's playing hide and seek.“ Hayley clarifies their short interaction, turning to you. “When did you arrive?“
“Today.“ You say, lifting the book to her line of sight. “I told you I kept something that could help.“
“I know,“ she smiles gratefully. Hayley hasn't aged a day since you last met. Of course, she isn't physically able to age at all due to vampirism, but her perpetually concerned gaze was replaced by relaxed shoulders and a proud smile. She has joy written all over her. For the looks of it, motherhood has done her good.
“She's like a mix of you and Klaus.“ You watch the girl running around searching for whoever she's playing with. Hayley takes you to the balcony, the view is pretty that it takes a bit of your breath away. The forest on display is filled with orange and yellow because of the Autumn season. You've always found the sounds of the forest were the perfect noise to live close by.
“So I've heard.” Hayley crosses her arms above the railing, driving her attention to you after pointing somewhere to Hope who's in desperate need of help in the seeking aspect of the game. “How's your life been?” She asks, shifting her whole body towards yours. “New York, huh?”
You nod, imitating her previous position. “Yes. It's a great city.” She remains silent, probably waiting for you to elaborate. It's not like this is a casual visit and the Mikaelsons could be in any corner with their enhanced hearing. Not that you're ashamed of your current life, you just don't feel like yelling from the rooftops.
“That ring is pretty.” Hayley muses when you avoid looking at her. She can see your blush and her eyes soften at that. It's been so long since she has seen you remotely happy, she likes the sight. “You seem happy.” Her squeeze in your shoulder states reassurance. “I hope he doesn't screw up or I'll be coming over with more than just an army.“ A deep groan escapes your throat as your head falls on your forearm.
“You are worse than a whole freaking army.“
“You missed me.“
Shaking your head, your lips twitch in a bitter smile.
“Of course I missed you, Hayley.“ Your smile falls slightly as you see that Hope finally found who she's been looking for in the past half hour.
Kol is coming out from behind a tree and dramatically throwing himself on the grass as Hope's giggles echo around.
“I missed all of you.” Slips out in a whisper.
As soon as Hayley follows your gaze, she picks up the reason for the sudden change in your demeanor. This is what she's been trying to delay.
There's no point now. “He came back at the beginning of this year.” You blink, turning away from the cute scene happening right below you. “Said he missed his niece. I don't know if that's a good thing or not.”
She steps away from the balcony and that's what it takes for you to stop staring at a playful Kol tickling Hope to death.
“Why wouldn't it be a good thing?” You swallow hard, sitting down on one of the loveseats. The ceiling is not bland white as you expected it to be, as you analyse the colors and the shapes, you recognize the famous painting you've been in love with since it was first made.
Van Gogh's Starry Night brings the ceiling alive with the false sensation of movement the circular brush strokes provides.
“He's teaching her magic and she makes some of my stuff disappear for fun. Kol's such a bad influence— Oh.” Hayley's face stretches into a smile upon seeing where you were staring at. “Klaus painted it. This is Hope's bedroom.”
That's when you realize the soft blue on the walls along with colorful drawings clearly made by a child.
“It's beautiful.” You let out in admiration. “God, that bastard is talented.”
Hayley huffed, “Yeah, well, ever since you mention it in that very first Skype call she can't stop talking about it. So he painted it.”
Leaning back on the chair, you glance at her. “That's such a dad thing of him.” She shrugs in silent agreement. “He's not a bad influence,” you utter after the conversation dies down. You're not referring to Klaus. “He loves children, that's just his way of teaching her how to protect herself.” In extreme cases. It's better to teach her to protect herself instead of delaying it when she actually needs it.
Hayley's eyes travel across your features for a while and just as you begin to grow self-conscious of what you said, she flips the topic back to the real issue at hand.
“So, do you usually keep old grimoires in a secret passageway at your apartment or something?”
Your lips raise in amusement, “It's from an old friend. He lent it to me for safekeeping.”
The hybrid's eyes regarded you with suspicion, then she glances down at the book in her hands.
“Should I even be touching that?”
“C'mon,” you say in jest. “My friends aren't that bad.”
“I am not that bad. The Mikaelsons are certainly debatable and if I can recall someone called Katherine Pierce who was also considered your friend — who I still doubt that it was all that she was — then we need to discuss what you mean by not that bad.”
“Should I mention Tyler dogbreath Lockwood, Hayley? He was a nuisance!” You throw back in a complete mature way. “I can't believe you would voluntarily hold a conversation with the guy.”
Hayley snickers, “He wasn't as bad as you make him out to be.”
“You're right,“ you nod. “He was worse.“
Hayley hums, quietly analyzing the grimoire with what you can tell is interest that leads to boredom. She closes it in a thud and stands up. “I'll have to give this to Davina.“
You frown in confusion, following her out of the room. “The Claire witch? You're trusting that teenager with the life of my niece?” Your tone raises in light disbelief as Hayley descends the stairs completely unbothered by your accusation. “Where is Freya? Where is everyone— You can't possibly be serious, Hayley.”
“Freya is generously taking an early flight back to Virginia as we speak, cutting her honeymoon short. She was the one who requested Davina to be put to use in this task, if I can recall.” You knew it was Elijah before you saw his impeccable suit, merely because of his eloquence. He offers you a smile as you reach the living room. “Welcome back.” You're amused by the way he ignores your attempt at handshaking to lay a kiss on the back of your hand. He's always done that, it's no surprise. That's an Elijah thing to do. His eyes fall on your left hand. “And congratulations on your engagement. I've heard.”
You give him a close lipped smile in return, withdrawing your hand to cross your arms.
“Yes, it seems that everyone has.”
“You know, the term being put to use might not be taken as a good thing to every person.” The voice behind you causes your body to freeze. “Hello, stranger.”
Elijah is gone with the wind before you can notice and Hayley, who seems to have ventured off somewhere, still isn't back.
“She's not a stranger, Uncle Kol.” Hearing Hope's voice as you turn around is a form of relief, you admit. She's smiling kindly at you from her Uncle Kol's shoulders. “That's mom's friend. Remember, the one she told us was coming over?“
Kol acts fascinated. “That is true, Hope. Thank you for reminding me.”
She giggled, mouthing out to you above his head “Forgetful.”
You crack a smile at that. Mikaelson humor.
It doesn't take long for Hope to get tired of your attention and scurry away to her bedroom. And then, there were two.
How do you greet someone who broke your heart but still has a part of it with them?
“You look beautiful.”
You can affirm something: do not start like that.
“Thank you.“ You reply shortly. The stairs are right there, you could literally take a step back and you'd be on your way to the first floor. Still, you remain in the same place.
You had yet to look him in the eye since he entered the living room. That doesn't happen until he stops right in front of you.
The first thing you notice about Kol was his voice. Centuries back, when you first met, he had said your name before you even acknowledged his family. It slipped out of his tongue; honey mixed with pepper. A strange mixture that ends up being perfect once you taste.
Saying someone's name is like holding a secret beneath your tongue. You have the power to reveal it, you can pronounce it and you can choose to savour it to yourself. The taste is not made for everyone, it is reserved for you and you only. And he had that power from the first moment he called out your name.
“How's married life going?“
Your head tilts in confusion as his eyes are cast downwards. A scowl turns your lips into a frown. Just like that, the peaceful haze is over.
“Not married,” you say through gritted-teeth, turning away from him and from the flight of stairs. You want to get out of this house. If someone else asks about anything related to marriage again you'd probably snap.
“Yet, right?”
“That's what engagements work for, have you not had your fair share of those to understand that?” He has followed you outside and is faster than you since he's currently leaning with his body on your car door. Arms crossed and a side smile.
You hated to know what that meant. You hated that you knew him at all.
“Can you move?“ You snap, eyes narrowing. Kol hums softly as if he's considering your request. Dick. “Okay, I'll walk then.”
The defeated sigh you heard as you turn your back on him is almost a reason to make you relieved. But your arm was pulled back and that cold touch just made your whole body halt instantly.
❝ but I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain... ❞
“Can you stop being stubborn for a second?” He exclaims, kicking the car door shut as he walked with heavy steps towards you.
The rain softly paints the car windows with its tears. You forced him to step on the breaks so you could get out of the vehicle because of how mad you were. You couldn't remember the reason for the fight, but it happened and you didn't want to be around him.
“It's going to rain.”
You scoff, “I'm not made of sugar. I can handle a little rain.”
The thunder rolls in the sky, causing you to flinch slightly. A cold hand grabs your wrist.
“You'd rather walk in a thunderstorm than argue with me, is it?” Kol shrugs off his jacket with a scowl, covering your shoulder with it in a swift movement, one he had done many times before. “Real mature, love.” He shoves the car keys into your hand.
“What—”
“Take the car.” He had sped off before you could ask him to go to hell. Because no. You wouldn't take his car and leave him in a freaking thunderstorm. But he decided that just like he decided to put an end to your relationship.
“Stay.“ He says, drawing his hand back with hesitance. That quickly brought you back to the present. “I didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry.” That's one of the rarest moments you've heard him apologize, it didn't used to be something in his vocabulary.
“I'll just wait for Freya at the hotel. It's not like we can start the spell before she's here.” You clear your throat, a bit taken aback by his presence still. You feel so silly.
Kol nods thoughtfully, taking a step back from you as if you aren't allowed to be too close. “Okay.” And before you can enter your car and drive off, your ears are still very much in tune with his voice even if he's all the way inside the house. “It's good to see you again.”
You're not sure if you share the same feeling.
━━━━━
“This is from the Gemini coven.”
You turn away from Davina's chanting to stare at Freya's impassive stance. She always kept that façade while doing magic.
“And what of it?“ Freya gives you a sideways glance as you roll your eyes, leaning back on the wall as the Witch finishes up the spell and mutters something to Hayley. Freya has done her part and for some reason they needed another set of hands. You don't question it. “Don't fret. There'll be no retaliation.”
“Good, because we don't need a crazy siphoner touring around New Orleans.”
You crack a chuckle, brushing your hair behind your ear. “The grimoire is technically mine.” Freya's eyes narrow suspiciously at your claim. “What? It is. It was a gift.”
“Kai Parker gave you a gift?” She regards you with disbelief. You shrug in response, it's the truth. It's not like you were capable of stealing something from Malachai Parker and leave unscathed. He is a tiny bit insane and you aren't special.
“She has a thing for K's, doesn't she?” You flinch at the breath in your neck. It earns Rebekah a glare as she walks around the pillar you were leaning on, her smirk takes her whole face, granting mischief in her blue eyes.
“We're done.”
You cut off your jab towards Rebekah when Davina's voice reaches your attention.
“Just like that?”
Freya gives you another one of her warning looks but you are facing the Claire Witch with a hard gaze. You didn't trust her then and you wouldn't trust her now. And it has nothing to do with her age nor the lack of experience in the magic department — or life, in general — it was more of a grudge you held for the girl ever since she messed with your family. You recalled quite well how she had weakened the Mikaelsons and played a part in Marcel's stupid plan to destroy all of them. Almost. You hated both of them with your every being. No matter how Klaus may have forgiven Marcel for it or how Hayley claims that Davina was manipulated.
“We did everything that was in the grimoire. She's safe.” Her voice carries defiance and you could certainly enjoy the opportunity to play into her attitude.
A low hum left your lips and you hear someone sigh around the room, you couldn't concentrate enough to name who it was but you have a guess.
“Okay. That's great.” You utter, mouth widening into a satisfied grin. You like the way she regards you with caution as you stride over. “You're gonna need that?” You ask in a whisper, pointing towards the book in her small hands. She hands it over to you, you take it slowly, mumbling a thank you and offering a sickly sweet smile. Your distaste is a mutual feeling, you're glad to know.
The entire family heads back to the Mikaelson manor. Despite Rebekah's pestering for you to go with them, you manage to escape for some alone time.
Rousseau's is where you end up after walking aimlessly through the city. Some things have changed. There are a few new musicians playing in the corners of the streets, but those familiar faces still there as well. The streets are illuminated by the lampposts scattered around the French Quarter, the shadows of the streetlights dancing at your feet remind you of times where you'd feel happiness holding you together. The bittersweet moment is interrupted by something soft tickling your ankle, causing you to jump in surprise. Quite literally.
“Never seen a cat before?” Someone mocks your tense stance as you watch the feline exit the bar.
You would have snapped their neck if the sweet smile of Camille O'Connell didn't reach your eyes right away. She's drying up glasses on the counter, probably getting ready to close the establishment, it was around the time she usually did.
“Can you spare this poor soul a bit of alcohol?”
“I'll never get used to that,” Camille says, shaking her head and the sound of titling metal made your face stretch into a grin. “You're not old enough to drink.” She starts preparing your favourite drink. Alcohol isn't your favourite thing in the world, but Cami's drinks are sweet enough to appease your taste buds. You didn't spend hours wallowing in this bar with nothing to accompany you — the alcohol and Camille's ears to listen to your misery.
Your nose wrinkles. “I am over 400 years old, Cami. How many times have we been over this?”
She tsked, curling her lower lip, throwing the cloth on her shoulder as she leans on the bar top.
“You look like seventeen.”
“That's flattering?” You muse, sipping your blue beverage. “I can't even remember what my seventeens were like.” That last part you mumbled to yourself.
“At what age did you turn?” Her voice is sad and you start grieving the fun of the moment.
Taping your nails against the wood distractedly, you work on pulling the terrifying moment from the abyss of your mind. Camille's gaze trails over your features in her own curiosity.
“It's been a while, huh?” She felt the need to change the subject. That made you crack a smile. Did she think she had genuinely upset you?
“Ten years or so.”
“Yes.” She says pointedly. “What brings you back?” She finally finishes cleaning up and you realise you're probably delaying her sleep schedule, but she hasn't complain about your overstay and you don't mention it.
You decide on telling her the truth. “Family stuff.” The partial truth, that is. “I died in 1603,” you refer to her previous question. Her eyes nearly pop out of her head. “I had recently entered my twenties. Can say now that I never got out of it.”
She didn't laugh at your joke, but you did.
“I'm sorry. Do you still...”
“Remember it?”
“Yes.”
You shrug nonchalantly. “It was a life changing event. So, yeah. I do remember it. But it doesn't make me feel anything anymore. It's something I no longer care about.” That's the truth. The memory doesn't affect you as much as it used to.
Cami nod, a strand of her hair slipping from behind her ear. She brushes it back and you tilt your head at the bracelet in her wrist. Once that has been there ever since you first visited Rousseau's.
“You still wear it.” You point out. She frowns confused, but her gaze follows where your attention lays and she hums.
“Yes. Can't have myself walking around the zoo with no defense.”
“The zoo—” you can't suppress the snort that comes out of you. “I can't believe you just said that.”
“I did.” Camille puts her hand on your shoulder and you deflect lightly. Guess it's time to leave. “I'm closing up. It's almost 1 am.”
“Sorry, Cami.” You shouldn't have bothered her that much. “Can I walk you home?”
It's her turn to chuckle. She locks up the bar and spins around to face you, a knowing glint in her bright blue eyes. You don't like that look. It kind of reminds you of Caroline when she knows something about yourself that you don't. Or that you just don't want to admit yet.
You miss her too.
“Are you really that desperate to avoid your problems?” You gape at her. “C'mon. Did you actually come here so I could make you a Grasshopper?” Oh, so that is the name of the drink you've had since forever. Good to know.
“I wanted some company.” You confess, rolling your eyes as she waits for you to follow her steps. Half the truth, again. This was the best place to avoid your problems — one problem. “Is that such a crime?”
“You sound like Klaus.”
“Stop offending me or I'll kill you.”
“Go ahead. I'm sure you'll like it when my blood burns your throat from how much vervain I've been taking.”
Your lips quirk up in a lopsided grin.
“I'm just going to say something, feel free to ignore it.” Cami announces as you crossed the street. You've arrived at her apartment. When you stop in front of the entrance and she turns her full body to you, her face has lost all the merriment. “I don't know why you are back. I don't even know the entire reason why you left so suddenly.” That makes you grow tense. “But that's none of my business. What I want to say is that, don't allow what let you down get to you again. If you think that getting out of here, taking some space to yourself, was good, then so be it. It's your life, okay? You deserve to be happy.”
You stand quiet for a while, absorbing everything she had said.
“I am.” You say quietly. “I am happy.” Away from here.
She smiles down at you, then, surprisingly, pulls you into a hug. Cami and you have never been close. You just listened to each other's complaints in the midst of the bar's loudness. You grew to have a bond but it was nothing as tight-knit as what you had with Freya or Hayley. Although, you did miss Cami while you were gone. She was the only one who knew how to make a good Grasshopper, anyway.
“Stop by the bar before you take off god-knows-where again.” She requests after you split apart.
“I'll think about it.” You bury your hands on your jacket with a smile as she bids you goodbye.
The city is never completely quiet. There's local music playing in some corners still at that time of the day. You realise you have reached Jackson Square when you put a pause on your walk, listening and breathing into New Orleans. Even the smell is different, maybe it is the lack of tragedy in the streets. You hope it carries on that way, Hope deserves to live peacefully. Or as peaceful as Hayley Marshall's and Klaus Mikaelson's daughter can live.
“Can you step out of there? It's getting ridiculous.” A woman crossing the street gives you an ugly look and you couldn't care less. You were talking to the Edward Cullen beside the tree a few feet back from where you stand. “How long have you been following me like a creepy stalker?”
“I've just arrived.” Kol says. You can see him rolling his eyes without taking a look at him. “And I wasn't following you.”
“Oh,” you blink innocently at him. “Sorry. I didn't know you had become such a religious man over the course of ten years.”
St. Louis Cathedral has all of its lights off, which means it's closed for the night. It's not like you wanted to enter the church in the first place, you just thought it looked pretty this time of the night. You'd frequent that area a lot to read a book when you were bored. Kol never shared that particular interest.
❝ and It's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name...❞
“This paranoia between you and Klaus is getting out of hand.” You mention to him one night as he turned your room upside down looking for something he would not inform you about. “You better put all of that back because I will not.” You say with a shake of your head, frustrated.
“He has the dagger. I have nothing to protect myself with.”
“So run away again. It's what you do best.” You let out. Only realising what you had done after it slips past your lips. The room is quiet, the silence deafening to the point where you flinch at the sound of creaking wood.
It wasn't the bed. It wasn't the wardrobe. When you glimpse at the door, hesitantly, it has been left ajar.
He did what you asked.
You remember inhaling deeply before throwing a jacket over your shoulder and grabbing the book of the week to read at Jackson Square, viewing the passerby's that would enter and exit St. Louis Cathedral.
“You'd come here and sit on that bench right over there with a new book every week.”
Your chest latches onto unwanted nostalgia you should desperately trying to get rid of. It makes your arms go numb and a cold shiver run down your spine. You blink at him. You knew?
“What?” You grunt, slightly disoriented.
Kol seems lost in his head, much like you were a few seconds ago, but he has a bigger grasp on reality than you do. “I thought it was more of something out of spite that you did. Sit in front of a church. Watch people leave. Choose a prey and feed on them to make them somehow question their faith.”
Furrowing your brows in thought, you consider out loud, “You thought that I'd come here to prove a point?”
He shrugs. The repetitive kicking of rocks tells you he is more nervous than he's letting on. Kol could mask his feelings well, his first choice of emotion would be anger and he'd just about use it to everything and everyone.
Over the years you'd notice some tells beneath all that rage. There was resentment and there was sadness. And now you can see guilt. You wonder if you're simply imagining something you want to see instead of what's actually there.
“What are you doing here, Kol?”
You're tired. You're beginning to think that Stefan was right and you should have evaluated the pros and cons of being in this fucking city before choosing the first flight five minutes after Rebekah's text.
“I missed you.”
“No.” You ignore the way you want to run away at what feels like sincerity coming out of his mouth. “What are you really doing here?”
His lips twitch and you think that familiar smirk will appear, but it doesn't. Just a sad smile.
“I missed you.” He repeats firmly as if not to let it hang in the air enough for confusion. There is no dubious meaning. He is not playing a game. “I haven't had a chance to say that when you were here.”
You take your time surveying his features. He had cut his hair, but you noticed that when he was playing with Hope in the backyard. His style is still the same, the moles still in the same spots around his cheeks and neck, his cupid's bow hasn't changed either. Kol's physique barely suffered any alterations, but he is different. Suddenly, you remember Hayley and the new spark in her eyes.
They both mirror people who have let go of their demons. The ones who scratch your skin and sink into your shoulders claiming your body as well as your mind as theirs. It is impossible to escape all of them at once, but time makes it bearable to live with some as you learn to let go of others.
“What do you mean?” You sit at edge of a bench. Not the one you used to sit almost every week. That would be too much. He understands the space left is for him to occupy after a moment. “That you haven't had the chance to say it when I was here. Why would you miss me while I was here?”
You know exactly why. You felt that all the time with him. Most of the time you dated a shadow in place of the man you loved and it is sad that, at some point, you got used to it.
“Because I wasn't. I wasn't here when I should have been and you were gone before I could help it.” A wave of regret travels across his features and you turn away before your gazes can meet. “And yes, I have no right of saying that after—after—”
“Ten years?”
“... ten years.” You complete at the same time. “I lost your trust. I lost you. Which is something that I'll never forgive myself for. I just... I just need you to know—”
“Don't.”
He furrowed his eyebrows as you stood up, running a hand through your face in pure... frustration? Anger? Fear? Yes. Fear. He is being unpredictable. Kol Mikaelson is unpredictable, it's one of the many traits of his you spend a long time admiring, until it became a burden in your relationship.
But after ten years you had no idea how to deal with this and you don't want to deal with it. Not now. Not after you and him were over.
He says your name almost pleadingly.
“Kol, don't.” You cut him off. “You can't do this now. You just can't.” You flinch away when he tries to touch you as a form of comfort. You didn't want that comfort. Not from him. Not anymore.
His eyes soften and there's hurt in them but you can't do this now. It's not fair. “I'm not trying to do anything.”
“Yes, you are!” You croak out, slightly shaken up. “Whatever you have to say doesn't make a difference now.”
You see his jaw clench slightly. Good. You want him to be angry. At least this side of him you can handle because you'll attack just as hard.
“I'm sorry.”
Your eyes snap to him. “I'm sorry.” Kol repeats, walking towards you with much more certainty. “I was a coward, immature and just overall selfish. I shouldn't have left, but I did and that doesn't change the past, but, but I loved you. I truly did. If I could go back—”
“You can't.” Your lower lip curl between your teeth. You can't take anything back. You can't undo the past. “You can't make it better, Kol.” You say, attempting to hold your self together in front of the boy who broke your heart into pieces. You still haven't found all of them yet, they were scattered, some beyond repair. “I was a mess without you. Do you know how long it took for me to pick myself back up?”
“You shouldn't have left.” You harshly clean a tear that travels down your cheek. “If you hadn't, if you had given me a chance to, to be there for you, then, yes, it would all be different. Trust me. It would. But because of what you did, it's not.” Admitting that to yourself took too long and it was the hardest thing you had to do, but admitting that to him? No. It felt freeing. It felt liberating. It felt fair.
There was a point in which all you could think about was making him suffer the way you did. Because he deserved it. How can someone claim to love you so deeply and then vanish from your life?
However, it isn't really the anger that prevails as he stands in front of you at Jackson Square, trying to apologize for years of pain that he had caused. As soon as you spill your heart out, the only thing left is sadness and nostalgia. You miss the screaming and fighting. You miss his stupid obsession with magic. You miss his sincerity, because till this day, no one would throw the truth in your face like Kol did. You miss the excitement. You miss his insanity. You miss him.
Loving Kol Mikaelson had not been easy. Still, you wouldn't go back on your choice if you had the chance. Because loving him had been a choice, one you've made for nearly five decades. And letting him go had driven you to the edge and brought you back to life.
Yes, you miss him. But it's not strange the fact that, deep down, you'll always miss someone you fell in love with. Even if they didn't carried your heart as carefully as you deserved. They were still part of you. Maybe, they always would be.
“I know.” He says, voice rough. You'd barely hear him if you didn't have enhanced hearing. “I regret it every single day of my life.” His eyes follow as you lean back in the bench. You're sitting in opposite ones. He stares at you as if you're a wounded animal, afraid to approach. His red-rimmed eyes make your heart clench.
You think about how funny it is that your body can react the same to a person. As if they're permanently marked into your soul.
Kol had never said what you wanted to hear. The truth was the only thing that escaped from his lips, even if it would absolutely crush you.
He was real and he pulled you back from the edge many times before. Even if he had been the one pushing you over that same edge afterwards.
This truth is crushing you. But it is a pain you must feel in order to fully move on.
You exhale slowly. “I know you do.” You can see the clear regret in his eyes. It's sipping through his soul and it may have eaten some part of him during these years. You don't feel okay with that. Strangely as that may be, you don't wish his suffering.
“Do you?” He lets out faintly, uncertain. “I'm not— I am not saying any of that with cruel intentions. I never meant to hurt you. I love you, but,”
“... but it wasn't enough to make you stay.” You swallowed with difficulty.
“No.” You glance up at him, something in your chest shatters. You don't know if his honesty is something you crave now. “I miss you. I never stopped missing you, no matter how hard I tried. And I, I don't know how to change that.”
“You can't.” You say, feeling like you can breathe properly after such a long time. “Because I miss you too, Kol.” and I love you. Not the same way, but I do. “It's not something we can change, it's just there. Maybe time will somehow make it better.”
“Really?” The hope in his voice grips you tight. That desperation to move on. To forget. You relate to that so much. “Is that what you think? Sounds too human to come from you.”
You let out a scoff, throwing your head back. “What does that even mean, Mikaelson?”
His deep chuckle brings a small smile out of you.
“Time is necessary for everyone.” You watch him quietly. He has the same tell from before; when his head is full, he plays with the ring in his index finger. Whenever he did that, you'd curl your fingers around his shoulder and squeeze it, he'd relax under your touch.
You would miss that. But you can live without it. You can live without him just as he can live without you. You know it's for the better.
It's almost four in the morning when you arrive back in the hotel. The first thing you do is take a shower, then throw yourself in bed pretending it is the one in your bedroom at your home. Soft and with your favorite pillows. Not the real scratchy and thin bedding you currently have.
It doesn't work, so you dial the familiar number in your phone to actually hear home from the line.
“I'm sorry to be dumping this on you.”
“You're dumping nothing on me.“ Stefan retorts and you can clearly see him shaking his head. “Hey, you handled Ripper-me, if I can't handle you talking about your ex then what does that say about me?“
You stare at the ceiling, “Ripper-you wasn't that terrifying.“ You mock him, earning a snicker that makes your entire being warm.
“I'm certain some people would disagree a little bit.”
“Eh,” You shrug, kicking the comfort off of your legs. “Nothing I can't handle, baby.”
When his chuckles dies down, his tone comes back slightly serious and you pick up on the tinge of concern in it. Same as the day before.
You've unleashed your still-fresh wounds to Stefan a few minutes back. There's no one else you wanted to talk to after everything that's happened. You needed safety, you needed someone to ground you, to stop you from spiraling out of control. Stefan always does that.
He doesn't question too much nor does he judge the situation. He must have expected something like that would end up happening. Part of you wishes he would yell at you, telling you that he had been right and you should have listened to him from the start. Instead, he just listens.
Stefan understands that just as it's Kol, for you. It's Elena, for him. And there's nothing none of you can do about it.
“You can always come to me for anything,” he breaks the silence. “I'm here, I'm not going anywhere.”
Inhaling sharply, fiddling with your engagement ring, you ask, “Why?”
Why aren't you running away? Why do you want to deal with me for the rest of your life?
“Because I love you. And I'm not only here for the good times but also the bad times. I'm here for the ugly truth and I'll still be here for the worst part.” Your breathing is labored at this point. You refrain from telling him you don't deserve it. You don't deserve that he stays. You don't deserve that he's still here after everything. But it's his choice and he's choosing to love you with your baggage.
“For better and for worse. In sickness and in health, right?”
The snort that escapes you is nothing but awful. “You're an idiot.“ You shake your head, pressing the phone closer to your ear as if that would make him closer to you.
You can practically see his smirk through the phone. “But I'm your idiot.” He seems to ponder over your silence. “Ugh, that was cheesy, wasn't it?”
“Yes,” you confirm, biting your lip to avoid a stupid grin. “don't do that ever again.” You order, knowing he will most certainly do it more than ten times. Because that is how Stefan is like. He tells you bad jokes in bad moments to make you feel better, he keeps you company through a phone call for how long you need comfort for and he's the one that makes you feel perfectly fine at the end of the day.
“Please don't break-up with me, we're almost getting married.”
“I'll consider this plea.”
The conversation ends up reaching something lighter when he asks about Hope and Hayley. You tell him about Hope and how bright she is, you detail the tiny differences of New Orleans from before and now and you confess you miss him. Because you do.
In the end, this trip was good. It unfolded a part of your story that had been buried down in a drawer for a long time. You needed closure and you had it tonight. It's bittersweet and it's nostalgic and it's sad but it is necessary.
Which is why you no longer have doubts about your future. Everything seems perfectly clear now that you've confronted your past, the monsters do not look so big anymore.
“I love you,” he says. The line had gone silent for a while as both of you seem to be thinking over to yourselves.
His hoarse voice and clipped tone tells you that he's as affected by this trip as you are. You want to comfort him, saying that there's nothing you need to worry about, I'll come back, I'll always return to you. But none of that will get through his brain until your face to face, finally in each other's arms.
And something that you've come to see through a new perspective is that love isn't tiring, it isn't heavy nor it is draining. Love is strength, calmness and security. Love can be fire, kissing in the rain and a rollercoaster of emotions. But it's not bad and it's not rotten. It can, however, sometimes be doubtful. It can raise questions that can make you halt on your way to say yes, but that's okay. Because even though you're certain, you're allowed to not have all the answers and you're allowed to not be alone to search for them.
“I love you, too,” you breathe out, shutting your eyes to imagine you were close to him, in your safe place.
“It's so good to know that you're smiling right now.”
You let out a scoff, shaking your head but your mouth is quirking up in the sides. “Seriously, you've gotta stop doing that, Stef. Am I feeding your ego?” You don't wait for a response. “Don't answer that, I know I am.”
“Come home.”
Because no matter how much you occasionally missed your past, your present and future are greater than anything else you could have possibly desired.
❝ and that's the way I loved you...❞
“I will.”
You couldn't have asked for anything better.
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[alternate ending]
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h31d1-jan3 · 15 days
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Little cave - Stefan Salvatore
You felt tired, so, so tired. You’d been feeling like this for the past month, you had no idea what was wrong with you and you just wanted to feel like your normal self again.
It was your fault really. You’d let the memories of your father’s death back into your mind again and of course with that came the nightmares. They attacked your mind from the inside util you were to afraid to fall asleep. So you lay there all night, every night for the past week.
This also meant that you started to push your friends and your boyfriend away. But today was a new day you thought. So with that you decided to finally leave the safe haven of your bedroom at the Salvatore Boarding House that you had not left for the past four days.
Stepping out on to the carpeted hallway you heard soft voices coming out from the kitchen. You knew it was wrong but something in your gut told you to listen in, so that’s exactly what you did.
“I just don’t know what’s wrong with her,” you heard Stefan (your boyfriend) sigh “it’s like she’s trying to act ‘depressed’ for attention. I mean what does she actually have to be sad about?!”
You could practically sense the air quotes. And with that you trailed up the stairs back up to your little cave.
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wheelsupkels · 1 month
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Mystic Bonds
Pairing: Stefan Salvatore x Witch Reader
Author's Note: It is STEFAN SALVATORE DAY, in the beginning I was not a fan of Stefan but my goodness he stole my heart as I continued to watch The Vampire Diaries. Hope you all enjoy this little story! If you like my work, support by reblogging - it means so much to us creators! ALL MY WORK IS MY OWN, IT IS NOT TO BE PUBLISHED ELSEWHERE. I only post on Tumblr! THANK YOU + MUCH LOVE. <3
In the quaint town of Mystic Falls, where secrets linger in the shadows and supernatural forces roam, you found yourself entwined in the lives of two enigmatic brothers: Stefan and Damon Salvatore. As a descendant of a powerful line of witches who had long stood by the Salvatore's, your connection to them ran deeper than blood.
It all began one fateful night at the Salvatore Boarding House, where you had been summoned by Damon, your best friend and confidant. Little did you know that the arrival of his brother, Stefan, would forever alter the course of your life.
As you stepped into the dimly lit foyer, your senses were immediately assailed by the palpable tension that hung in the air. Damon's piercing gaze bore into you as he stood beside his brother, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
"Ah, there she is," Damon drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Our beautiful witch, here to save the day."
You rolled your eyes at his teasing, though the corners of your lips twitched with amusement. "What trouble have you gotten yourself into this time, Damon?" you quipped, crossing your arms over your chest.
But before Damon could reply, Stefan stepped forward, his expression earnest and sincere. "Forgive my brother's theatrics," he said, his voice soft but genuine. "We could use your help with a... situation."
And so, you found yourself drawn into the Salvatores' world, where danger lurked around every corner and secrets lay hidden beneath the surface. But amidst the chaos and uncertainty, you found solace in the company of Stefan, whose kindness and compassion touched your heart in ways you had never imagined.
As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, your bond with Stefan only grew stronger, weaving together the threads of friendship, loyalty, and love. With each passing day, you found yourself drawn deeper into his world, captivated by his unwavering strength and kindness.
In the midst of battling ancient foes and navigating the complexities of Mystic Falls, you and Stefan shared countless moments of intimacy and connection. Whether it was stealing quiet moments together in the dimly lit corners of the Salvatore Boarding House or embarking on daring adventures through the town's hidden passageways, every shared experience only served to strengthen the bond between you.
But amidst the chaos and turmoil of their supernatural lives, there were moments of tranquility and joy that you cherished above all else. Like the time Stefan took you on a moonlit stroll through the woods, his hand warm and reassuring in yours as you wandered beneath the canopy of ancient trees, the soft rustle of leaves and the distant call of nocturnal creatures filling the night air.
Or the lazy afternoons spent lounging in the sun-dappled courtyard of the Salvatore estate, lost in each other's company as you shared secrets and dreams amidst the gentle hum of cicadas and the scent of blooming flowers.
Stefan turned to face you, his gaze warm and attentive, "I could stay here and talk to you forever," he said, his voice barely a whisper.
You took a deep breathe, closed your eyes, thankful for this moments and all the moments in between. You loved him and you felt the same way.
And then, there were the nights when Stefan's touch ignited a fire within your soul, his lips trailing soft kisses along the curve of your neck as he whispered words of love and devotion against your skin. In those moments, the world fell away, leaving only the two of you entwined in a timeless embrace.
But as the days stretched into years, a shadow loomed on the horizon, threatening to tear apart everything you had built together. The arrival of a new enemy, more powerful and ruthless than any before, threatened to shatter the fragile peace of Mystic Falls and plunge it into darkness once more.
Yet, even in the face of danger and uncertainty, you and Stefan stood united, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. For you knew that as long as you had each other, you could overcome anything that stood in your way.
And so, hand in hand, you faced the future together, bound by a love that was as eternal as the stars themselves, your hearts intertwined in a bond that could never be broken.
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anonair · 1 year
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𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 (PART 1)
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𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: none <3
𝙁𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧.
𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙.
𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: After waking up to your life being completely changed, Stefan is there to offer you a helping hand. As you spend more time with him, a palpable emotional connection blossoms, and your chemistry intensifies. However, alongside the budding romance and the allure of a perfect match, you find yourself grappling with the fear of losing Stefan, while simultaneously envisioning a future together. You are torn between the excitement of a potential romance and the dread of losing someone who has become so significant to you.
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crazyk-imagine · 4 months
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Stefan Salvatore Master List
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Feat. Damon Salvatore
Sibling Bonding Time// Ao3: Sibling Bonding Time
Summary: You want Stefan to bond with Damon because the constant threats of ruining someone’s life is getting really annoying. Sadly, you didn’t realize or think you would be involved in this.
I’m Here// Ao3: I’m Here
Summary: Damon’s tired of watching his baby brother and one of his best friends make puppy dog eyes at one another. He has a plan and let’s just say... it works.
Headcanon
Finding their Mate Headcanon // Ao3: Finding their Mate Headcanon
Summary: Just a simple headcanon about how the character feels, the way it happened, or who told them that mates really existed. Includes most, if not all characters from the show. 
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stefans-brock · 20 days
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a delena imagine
blood.
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''I said leave me alone, Damon!"
"Elena, baby, let's talk about this, please -" my
arms wrapped around her middle as she throws little punches to my chest. "You lied, Damon!" She takes an unsteady breath, "You told me you'd stopped, Damon!" Her voice becomes muffled as she hides her face against my chest. "I should have told you." I shake my head as I bite in my lower lip.
I push her back gently, still at arms reach, to look down at her face. the redness, her tears, and her hurt were all a result of my betrayal
When Elena and I got together, I vowed off human blood and turned to animal blood, It made me a better, more serene man. But when news came out about the sun and moon curse a few weeks ago, I had no other option but to turn back on to human blood-for my strength. I had to for Elena. What kind of man would I be if I willingly stayed weak at the risk of my girl's protection. Nonetheless, I understood her feelings towards the matter. After Stefan's tragic misuse of human blood, with him losing control of his addiction to the blood, she had every right to hate me for my decision. But I wasn't Stefan
"I have it under control, Elena, I promise you" My voice was barely a whisper, It broke me seeing her the way she was, her face crimson, soaked with tears and puffy from her wiping away tears with her harsh textured sleeves. "That's what he said, Damon," Elena shook her head at me. "I'm not my brother, Elena. I can handle it, "I assure her.
She gulps hard before she slips against me. Her body falls against mine until she lands on the wooden floor. She tucks her knees to her chest, whilst her sleeved- covered hands hide her face.
I fall to my haunches before her, placing my hands on her knees as I watch her. her chest was heaving, and her cries filled the room, both the image and the sound burning into my mind
"Elena -" I begin to say, but she cuts me off. "I'm staying with Stefan tonight." she sniffles as she begins wiping away at her tears. My eyebrows furrow at her, "No." My voice trails off as I watch her rise up to her feet. I shake my head as she approaches the door. I run to the door, standing in front of it as my hands are busy behind me, with shutting and locking the wooden door.
"Damon, please, I don't want to do this tonight, My head is -" she takes a heavy breath as her
hand reaches her temple. "it's pounding, Damon." She shakes her head. Her eyes began watering again, pleading me to move.
I sighed, stepping aside. I opened the door for her and watched her as she narrowed her eyes at me. "Goodnight, Elena." I let out a ragged breath as she took slow steps, reaching up to me. "I truly am sorry, Elena." I whisper, but it's loud enough for her to hear.
I wasn't sorry for drinking the blood, I was sorry for not telling her about it sooner or about the way she found out. But I had to do what I did. For her
She gives me a frown before she pushes past me, I hear her run down the hallway and to Stefan's room. The door slams, and one of Stefan's vinyls plays almost instantly after.
My eyes roll - that was definitely Elena's doing. She would have wanted to blur out the noise, knowing that I would have eavesdropped on her and Stefan's conversation.
I followed by shutting my door before walking over to my oaked desk. Letting out a string of profanities whilst I do so.
My hand reaches for the bourbon bottle before I pour it out into a crystal glass. I toss back the burning liquid down my throat, and I follow that three times before grabbing the neck of the bottle, taking it over to the couch where I lay.
"Fuck this" I muttered before I reach into my back pocket of my jeans. I grab my phone and dial Alaric's number. He answers on the first ring.
"What can I do for you, D?" Alaric's chirpy voice had me grimace through the phone. "The Grill in fifteen?" I get straight to the point. I hear Alaric's low chuckle through the phone, "Already there, brother."
Hastily, I end the phone and make my way to grab my leather jacket. I threw it on and made my way over to the Grill.
I sent Stefan a text, letting him know I was out.
"Let me guess, Jenna?" I raise a brow as I pull out a seat beside Alaric. He turns to me, rolling his eyes. "I don't know what to tell her man, She's better off away from all this." He shakes his head as he passes me a glass of bourbon. "Elena thinks it'll keep her safe if she doesn't know." I shrug. "It's Elena's call." He shakes his head before tossing back his drink.
I follow in pursuit, with my drink before the bartender tops it off. "Enough about me." Alaric sighs, "What have you done this time?" He asks. "She knows." I scoff. Alaric's eyebrows raise. "About me taking human blood." I look at him from the corner of my eye. "She's mad?" He asks. I nod.
"You understand why, though." Alaric says. "Stefan," I mutter. Alaric hums. "She'll come around, D." He reassured me. I hope so
A few hours later, it was early morning of the next day. The Grill had closed for tye night a couple of hours ago, so Alaric and I found ourselves buying a bottle of bourbon from the convenience store before settling ourselves on a pavement, which led to the Park.
"I wish she would just understand that I'm doing this for her!" I exclaim, the buzz off the alcohol making me feel heighted. "That's the thing, brother, no matter what - " Alaric begins to say, but a hiccup interrupts his spiel. "It's always us men in the wrong, even when all we're trying to do is protect our girls." He splurs. I hum at his spiel. "Cheers to that." I knocked down a gulp of the golden liquid down my throat before passing the bottle over to Alaric, where he followed the same action.
A buzz from my pocket had me reaching for my phone, but once I saw the caller id, I stashed it back into my pocket and continued having a heartfelt conversation with Alaric.
Up until his phone began buzzing, he reached for tye pocket inside his jacket and answered the call without checking to see who it was. "'Ello'. He chirps. I focus on the call, hearing Elena's sweet voice over the phone.
"Are you with him, Ric? Is he okay? Where are you? Shall I come get you both?" Her worry makes my lips curl. Alaric mindlessly gives me stare before tossing over his phone to me. I shake my head before tossing back his phone.
"Ric?" Elena's voice is now concerned. Alaric let's out a huff before shaking his head at me. He gives me a scowl before bringing his phone to his ear, "He's in bad shape, Elena. I think he's spiralling." Alaric lies as a smile is spread along his lips. He gives me a playful smirk whilst I clench my jaw.
"Bastard," I mutter before snatching his phone from him, "I'm f-fine, E-Elena." I stutter. "Can I come get you?" She asks. "I don't wanna be home right now, Elena." I tell her. "J-Just stay with Stefan." I sigh before ending the phone.
"Is it bad that I get incredibly jealous when she always runs to my brother?" I ask Alaric. I swallow the lump in my throat. Alaric bites his cheek. "They were friends well before they started dating, D." Alaric takes a pause to look at me. "But Stefan wouldn't do that to you, and god, anyone could see how infatuated she is with you, you have nothing to worry about." He nods his head curtly.
I hum at Alaric's words, nodding along. I find myself reaching for my phone and over to Eleba's contact. I share my location with her before putting my phone back in my pocket.
"They'll probably be here soon." I tell Alaric.
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Less than ten minutes later, Stefan's car pulls up in front of his. Alaric and I stand from sitting on the pavement.
Stefan gets out of the car first. Before he reaches Elena's side, I run over to open her door. She takes my hand and gets out of the car giggling.
I see Stefan rolling his eyes before he goes to talk to Alaric. I shut the car door and pressed Elena's back against the Porsche. "I love you, Elena. I'm sorry." I shake my head to the side. She brings her hand under my jaw and leans up. "It's okay." She smiles against my lips. "I talked to Stefan, he explained to me why you did it." She nods her head to my brother, which has me turning my head to him.
He watched the two of us with a small smile. I narrowed my eyes at him before turning back to Elena. My lips instantly collided with hers. She smiles into the kiss whilst her hands rest on my nape.
"I love you, Damon." She whispers against my open lips. she teasingly lets her tongue run across my bottom lip. I squeeze her hip, making her breath out a small moan. My lips quickly catch hers again, my tongue slipping in, naturally.
"Okay, okay, that's enough." Stefan grimaces. "Save it for the bedroom." He shakes his head, Alaric lets out a chuckle. "It's called being in love, Stefan." I smirk, but my lips quickly frown when I realise what I had just said.
"I didn't mean it like that -" My eyes flicker between Elena and Stefan."It's fine, Damon." He bites his cheek before giving Elena a sad smile.
"I'm s-sorry." I stutter. "Damon, it's okay." Stefan smiles. I nodded at my brother before looking back at Elena, who was still against the car.
My eyes narrow at the car, "So where are Alaric and I sitting?" I nod my head over to the two-seater Porsche. Stefan's jaw drops as his hand goes to scratch the back of his neck. "Oh," Elena drags out.
The four of us look between ourselves, "Alaric, you go with Stefan." Elena says. "Let's go on a walk, Mr. Salvatore." She smirks, grabbing my hand. She skips down the road, and I follow her down the road. "Be careful!" Alaric shouts out. "Yes, Dad!" I reply sarcastically, following Elena. We reach the end of the road when Stefan's car drives past us, making a sharp left turn.
Elena hums to herself as her eyes flicker between her left and right. She turns on the right turn. My eyebrows furrow. "It's left, Elena?" I question her. "Are you in a rush to get home, Damon?" She whispers seductively. she moves to stand in front of me. Standing on her tiptoes, she leans up, placing a kiss on my jaw.
"In a matter of fact -" I hum as she runs her lips down the side of my neck. "Elena -" I warn her, my head shakes. I grab her wrists before losing myself in her eyes. "I desperately want to go home." My head dips imbetween her neck and shoulder. My breathing was heavy against her. I feel her swallow a lump in her throat.
"Take me home, Damon." She says, breathless as she arches her front against me. She wraps her arms around the back of my neck.
"Please."
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lily-174 · 5 months
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*this is mine dw*
Stefan Salvatore fic!
Shrivelled Roses by Pizzaboyrheewp on Wattpad
His eyes sparkled warm sun-lit ocean currents with threads of emerald green, and far too beautiful to belong to a monster. A monster held prisoner by the sun falling in love with a girl who resembled the warmth of the biggest star in our sky… The sun.
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lambtotheslaughterr · 2 years
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The Night Shift
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[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]
WC: 6857
{This is a long one, folks. Over 20+ pages. But it enjoyable nonetheless. I hope you enjoy. Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics}
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            Being a night owl came easy to you. Afterall, it was part of the job. Besides it being a requirement though, you enjoyed it. There was always something about the night, moon high & heavy in the sky, that kept you energized, aware, prepared. Unlike the others in the crew, you didn’t need coffee or tobacco to keep you awake on the job, the excitement alone did it for you. You sometimes wish you had an agenda like others on the crew—vengeance or being a damn purist—but you simply enjoyed the thrill, the danger you would potentially get yourself into when it came to facing them.
            The Salvatore’s. Brothers. Or others like them: vampyres. The Salvatore’s though, they’ve been on the crew’s hit list for quite some time now, long before you joined, but they always remained rather elusive to the attempts made by your colleagues. Tonight though, tonight was the night. At least that’s what the crew’s leader announced when everyone gathered together at the abandoned warehouse turned headquarters moments ago.
            “We got a hit. A solid one.” Urien, the leader & founder of  Night Shift—a vampyre hunting organization you found yourself a part of—began. “A reliable source informed us that the Salvatore’s have been, & will be again tonight, at an underground vampyre club in the city.”
            A few others in the crew smirked proudly, one among them—Natalia—was especially overjoyed at this information, despite the lack of enthusiastic display. Everyone on the crew knew well that if anyone had it out for the Salvatore’s it was her. They had killed her husband & sister. Natalia never spoke about it, it was what you had heard from others in the crew, but of everyone there, her life was impacted the most. Natalia felt you staring in her direction & craned her head to meet your eyes. There was a significant scar left at the junction of where her neck & shoulder met: a souvenir from the night she & her family was attacked.
            Natalia raised a single eyebrow towards you, challenging you. She knew you weren’t here out of anger or some spiritual righteousness, no, she knew your interests lied elsewhere, thus she never particularly liked you.
            Dropping your gaze from Natalia’s, you returned your attention to Urien. Urien was a living, breathing survivor of many vampyre face-offs. He was littered in battle scars, all of which he bared as a reminder to the crew about what they were up against. It wasn’t unusual that he would remain shirtless during meetings, a maneuver to keep your intentions & motivations clear.
            “Natalia, Raphael, Jonas.” Urien called out the members who have been part of the crew the longest, “You three will go tonight, blend in, reconnaissance. We don’t want to make an attack going in blind.”
            The three nodded in agreement. “Byron, Hilda, ­­_____.” Urien says your name last, “Back-up. You’ll remain a block away, watch your crewmates’ back. Shit hits the fan you pull the plug, cause a distraction, get them the hell out.”
            “Gladly.” Hilda sneers proudly, one eye milky, the other a dark pool of brown. Hilda had a taste for destruction: bombs being her specialty. Other than stakes & vervain, Hilda experimented in the past with a few unlucky newborn vampyres, & much to her pleasure, bombs easily terminated the blood-suckers as well, but only if you could get them dazed & confused, otherwise they used their inhuman speed to snap your neck & get the hell outta dodge all before the countdown went from 2 to 1. Hilda learned that the hard way, but she survived. Still though, she enjoys playing with her explosives.
             “Raymond & I stay here. We’re the voices in your heads, your eyes in the sky. What we say goes, got it?”
            When no one objected, like normal, Urien nodded once, “Alright, Night Shift, time to clock in.”
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            It was half past midnight; Natalia, Raphael, & Jonas disappeared into the club a little over an hour ago. Parked a block away, you, Byron, & Hilda stayed hidden inside a large SUV with deeply tinted windows, all your eyes on the club just up the street. From the outside, it was inconspicuous—no one loitered in front drunk & unstable which was often seen outside human clubs. Except for the single man dressed in all black, who still wore shades in the middle of the night, no one would know question that the seemingly abandoned church was anything but. As far as the Night Shift was concerned, the only way to get entry to the club—especially as a human—was to have a vampyre bring you themselves. Fortunately for Urien, he found the one vampyre he felt he could trust to get the three humans in the club.
            It was quiet, too quiet. Sitting in the middle in the backseat, you were growing restless. Your palms were rubbing your thighs, antsy for action. It’s only been an hour, but you were becoming impatient, wishing you had been part of the three to get inside. Urien, like nearly everyone else on the crew, knew you were far from the first batch of choices to send in on a shift. You were too unpredictable, too entranced by the chaos that would surely ensue. You often wondered why Urien bothered to keep you around then if he thought you to be uncontrollable, but still, here you stayed. But you knew you were a good dog, listened to your masters commands, however, if you got into a scuffle with the right person, nothing would stop you. It kept your blood flowing.
            Byron cast a glare in your direction from the rearview mirror. Like Natalia, Byron didn’t care for your presence on the crew; you had no real reason to be here except for that you could pull your own weight.
            “Itching for a kill?” He questioned, the tone of his voice sour. Byron didn’t enjoy the killing. Staking out, being the escape, those he could do, but put a stake in his hand & he would falter. It was no wonder that he always remained a part of the second shift.
            “Why? Offering?” You bit back.
            “Sucker.” Byron whispered under his breath. Hilda rolled her eyes at his comment. ‘Sucker’ was a term used in the vampyre hunting community that referred to a human vampyre fanatic—typically humans who wanted to be vampyres, fuck them, or be surrounded by them. The term never bothered you. You knew you fell into none of the categories, you simply enjoyed the rush of fighting something…strong, unnatural. Always gave you a reason to push yourself.
            Thirty more minutes passed. No word was heard from Urien or Raymond, the two of them being the mediators between the shift inside the club & the second shift waiting in darkness outside. Only if shit hit the fan would contact be formed between the two shifts to secure a successful rescue & getaway, otherwise, the second shifters were left in the literal dark.
            You couldn’t take the stillness & quiet anymore. You need to get out. If you couldn’t fight something, you needed to at least move. If not, then you just may end up taking Byron up on his indirect offer. Sliding to the passenger side of the SUV, you unlocked the door. Immediately following, the lock disappeared into it’s socket, trapping you. Pausing, you sighed heavily in annoyance, “Unlock. The. Door.”
            “And why the hell would I do that?” Byron challenged, “So you can sing & dance & show off to the vamps just where we’re hiding.”
            “Take a look around, Byron.” You gestured to the view outside the windshield: empty, dark, desolate. “No one cares. I just need to stretch my legs.”
            “Good thing we have plenty of space in here for you to do just that.”
            You went to snap at him before Hilda intercepted, apparently amused at the banter but tired of listening to it, too. “Jesus, unlock the door Byron. She can take care of herself.”
            Byron glared momentarily at Hilda before returning his eyes to you, his hands briefly moving to unlock the doors from the controls on the driver’s side panel, “If you’re out there & anything happens, don’t expect me to swing back for ya.”
            Gripping the door handle, you roll your eyes, “Wouldn’t dream of it, By-By.”
            Slamming the door shut on a quip Byron was in the process of making, you walked backwards away from the SUV & the club, knowing better than to approach the club without Urien’s instruction. As tempting as it was to stray from your master, you didn’t want to press your luck on reconnaissance night. The Salvatore’s were too high on the priority list for the Night Shift to risk fucking it up this close to snagging them. Reaching the end of the block that the SUV was parked on, you began to softly stretch your limbs. It didn’t take much but it was enough to get your heart pumping. The adrenaline that would course through your body during a fight was almost as good as sex. Your body needed it. It demanded the fight, the struggle, the ability to overpower something inhuman. A pleasant sigh shiver racked your body at the thought of straddling a vampyre & plunging a stake into their cold, dead heart.
            Really, you had no personal issues with vampyres—hell, if you weren’t a part of the Night Shift, you might even admit to them being rather cool, but they weren’t any use to you if they were your friends, your kin. You wanted the danger, so that was the only aspect of them you appreciated: how easily they could kill you.
            When you finished stretching your limbs, you reached into the holster at your thigh, unlatching the clip & fingering the blade just inside. The blade, much to any vampyre’s chagrin, was coated in a fine layer of vervain. Not enough to kill, but enough to hinder their attacks. Running the tip of her thumbnail against the blade, you closed your eyes, your lips parted as you imagined swinging it & thrusting the blade into the fleshy muscle of a vampyre. Their screeching was music to your ears. You smiled. You wanted to relish in the feeling just a moment longer but before you could, the honking of a horn sounded.
            Pulled from your reverie, you saw that the SUV was reversing towards you. Hilda rolled down her window, “They’re clear. Let’s get outta here.”
            You were both relieved & displeased by this information. Displeased because it meant no action tonight, but relieved as well, because that meant that if things went well, your chances of getting into the club on attack night were guaranteed. Suppressing a sadistic grin, you threw open the back door & hopped in. Your fingers itching for that kill.
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            To anyone in the vampyre hunting community, the Salvatore’s were well-known. Behind the originals—the Mikaelsons—they were next on the ‘most wanted staked’ list. To you though, you couldn’t care about who they were. Of course, there was some interest on your part—the idea of getting to take down one of the legends would bring you great satisfaction, but as for who they were & why they were at the top, you were indifferent.
            It was the night before the planned attack on the brothers. Urien was going over the anticipated roles for the following evening. Everyone sat haphazardly around the long rectangular table but remained focus on the task at hand. Just ahead, plastered on the cement wall, were two sketches of the Salvatore brothers. You had to admit the brothers were handsome, sexy even. Both of them wore deep, brooding stares. The sketch on the left you knew to be the older of the two—Damon. Reputation pegged him as the more violent of the two. If given the choice, you imagined going one-on-one with him would be nothing short of fun. The sketch on the left was Stefan. He was known to be diplomatic one. But much like everyone on the Night Shift knew, Stefan was not innocent. Just because he chose to not kill in some instances didn’t exempt him; he was still a threat for as long as he was upright. At least that’s what the Night Shift told to be the case. You didn’t care. You just wanted to kill something.
            “_____”. Urien addresses you from the head of the table. You had been twirling your switchblade between your fingers, lost in thought. Returning the blade to the holster attached to your thigh, you rested your elbows on the table, awaiting instruction.
            “You’re in the club with Natalia, Raphael, & Jonas.” At this information, you truly struggled to hide a wolfish grin. As if he could see right through you, Urien continued, “You do not make a move unless I tell you, do you understand? You are there in case one of the other three become incapacitated for any reason. You are the second wave, not the first.”
            It wasn’t a role you particularly enjoyed, but you were used to it at this point. You were enough of an asset to send in for support but not enough of one to trust to make the first move correctly. You had a habit of making things last a bit longer than necessary, all in the name of fun, of course. Regardless, you were getting in the club tomorrow night, & regardless, an attack was happening. Your heart hammered with excitement deep inside your ribs. Urien moved onto the other roles that would be played out. Losing interest in his voice, you peered just past his bare shoulders to the sketches behind him.
            Tomorrow night, you thought to yourself as your eyes stared intently at the drawings on the wall, a mischievous smile gracing your lips, then you’re all mine.
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            The club was in full swing, & much easier getting into than you had anticipated. All it took was the four you meeting with the vampyre Urien trusted, Zara. She met the four of you down the street. She looked you over, wondering who the hell you were. You had smirked knowingly, “Problem?”
            Zara had smiled, her sharp canines proudly on display, “Don’t tempt me, honey.” Natalia gave you a dirty look before Zara gave you, specifically, the breakdown. Don’t say a word, follow her lead, keep your eyes to yourself until you’re in the main part of the club. Easy enough, but you sure did have trouble listening to anyone who wasn’t your master.
            Despite it all though, the five of you made it into the club without issue. The same guard from the other night, gave everyone the once over, Zara vouching for the four of you, before allowing you all to slip inside the heavy wooden doors. The hallways were dimly lit by lit lanterns that clanged lazily against the ancient stone of the building. The air gave you chills but the goosebumps that erupted across your body only amped up your heart rate. You felt like a junkie on her way to getting a fix.
            The main part of the club opened up behind another set of heavy wooden doors. Once inside, your body began to thrum in excitement. The club was spacious, two floors, the second do which was actually below the one you were currently on. In the center of the main floor was a roped off section of the stone floor that had broken apart, showing only the metal rods that originally kept the stone in place. It was like looking down a wishing well & seeing a whole new world hidden below. The club itself was decently packed. Almost every moving body in the space was dancing, potentially high off something, but you weren’t sure what. In environments like this it was difficult to make out who was vampyre & who was human. But then, if you focused enough, you could make out the private rooms just on the edges of the room. Hidden behind sheer blood red cloth, you could see vampyres & humans alike coming together as one, either in the form of fucking or feeding.
            Zara led you to the dance floor while the other three split away. Everyone had their role to play tonight; as much as you didn’t like it, your role wasn’t activated unless plans went to hell. Playing your role of Zara’s blood bag, she pressed her body against yours. She was dressed in a gothic stylized black corset dress while you sported a long sleeve turtle neck & ankle length black skirt. Your role was to appear timid, afraid, thus covering the most delicious parts of your body. Little did the vampyres in the room know, under your skirt was your holster attached to your thigh, your handy switchblade tucked away, along with a few stakes & a small can of vervain spray. Your hair was rolled up into a messy bun, not wanting your mane to get in the way should you find yourself in a fight.
            Subtly keeping your eyes on Natalia as she lined the edge of the room, Zara placed her hands on your waist, moving herself to press her lips to your neck. Normally you wouldn’t trust a vampyre to get this close, especially in a room where the vampyres to human ratio wasn’t in your favor, but for the sake of your role, you allowed her to, though you did let your fingers brush along your thigh a few times, feeling the holder hidden underneath.
            “Careful.” Zara whispered behind a devilish smile, a smile for show, “Movements like that will get you noticed. Turn around.”
            Not waiting for you to listen, Zara turned your body so your back was pressed to her chest, your hips matching in movement as she swayed your body along with her. The music pumping throughout the club was dark techno, the deep bass reverberating the stone floor you were standing on. Zara continued to graze your clothed neck with her lips. You allowed yourself to enjoy the feeling briefly as your eyes gently surveyed the room. A soft ring sounded in your ear: Urien.
            “_____, the shift is in place. If things go well, they’ll succeed & you all will be out in no time. If not, you know what to do.” He briefed you through the earpiece. You nodded once, not responding. Communication was always one way unless trouble happened. Trouble that you hope happened tonight.
            Zara’s hands on your waist disappeared. You nearly stopped dancing to react but couldn’t risk breaking character. However, just a moment later her hands reappeared on you, though this time on your hips. You let her hands wander, knowing she was also playing a role. But when her hands started to fall towards your thighs, towards your holster, you grabbed her wrists, stopping her. Only then did you realize that it wasn’t her arms you were grabbing. Before you could properly respond, a hand came up to your throat, latching onto it, the other arm wrapped securely across your midsection, keeping your arms tightly in place to your side.
            “Ah-ah.” A deep bravado voice breathed hotly against your ear, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
            Part of you began to panic, but the bigger part, the part that was hoping for this, began to glisten on the inside. It had to be one of the Salvatore’s, & if it wasn’t one of them, it was someone close to them. The hand that was on your throat swiftly removed the earpiece before crushing the small item between their thumb & forefinger.
            “You shouldn’t have done that.” You countered, “That’s only going to alert them.”
            A soft chuckle sounds from the man holding you, his taut chest rumbles against your backside as he laughs, “That’s what we’re hoping for.”
            Before you’re able to attempt any sort of move, you feel the mans hand press against the space just above your left breast. A threat. Easily he could tear past your flesh & bones & rip your heart from your body. You were not in a position to counterattack at this moment. Understanding the position you were in, you allowed your body to go slack. You win, you thought begrudgingly to yourself, for now.
            “That’s right.” The voice hissed jovially, “Don’t fight it. You be a good girl & follow me.” With that, the man harshly gripped the back of your neck, his thumb placed conveniently at the base of your skull. Should you try anything, he could snap your neck without a thought. His other hand bent your right arm painfully behind your back, holding you in place as he walked you forward through the sea of clubbers. Between the amount of people on the floor & the disorienting flash of lights, it was difficult for you to survey your surroundings, to see if you could make out any of your crewmates.
            “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about them,” The man shared, as if reading your thoughts, “You’ll be together again shortly.”
            As the two of you made your way through the throng of people, not a single person, vampyre or human, noticed what was occurring before them. You wondered if you walked into a trap. Were they waiting for you? Did they see you coming? More so, where was Zara? You didn’t have a chance to see if she gave you up to the man behind you or if she too was in his way. Was she to blame? You imagined all your questions would be answered shortly.
            Just off the dance floor, between two private rooms, was a darkened hallway. You were led down it, your shoulder joint beginning to pulse from the uncomfortable angle it was being bent in. You inhaled sharply as the force behind you pushed you into door. You could hear the smile in the man’s voice when he said, “Oops. I’m clumsy.”
            You didn’t have an opportunity to rebuttal when the door swung open. Just inside, the first thing you noticed was your crewmates. All of them. Though Jonas was down for the count. You were unsure if he was alive, his body was lying unmoving on the floor across the room. Natalia had tears running down her face but her expression was one of anger, she glared hotly at the man just straight ahead. Raphael was looking forlornly at the ground. You had to guess that Jonas was dead.
            “Here’s the last one, brother.” The man that stood ahead of you initially had his back turned. With your arrival, he turned slowly, looking you over slowly, as if assessing if you were a threat. Indeed you were, but did they know that yet? The room was dimly lit, the only light emanating from the same lanterns that hung in the stone corridors of the church entrance hallway. But even with the little light available, you recognized the man to be Stefan Salvatore. Which means the man holding you…
            “Damon. Knew I could count on you.” You felt the hands on your arm & back of neck release, shoving you forward so you fell on your knees.
            “Careful with this one.” Damon’s voice lowered in a playful manner, “She’s antsy for a fight. I can feel it.”
            Damon came into your view as he joined his brother before you. The only furniture in the room was a single desk, coated in what looked to be a blood red finish with detailed fixtures, & a wall of floor to ceiling bookcases. It didn’t fit with the theme of the club. But you didn’t care. What you cared about was that it was two against one. Part of you was thrilled, especially with it being the Salvatore’s, but even you knew that if your crewmates were unable to back you, then your chances were very slim.
            “Is that so?” Stefan questioned in turn, his eyes remaining on you. He reached for a glass filled with something thick & red, what you could only guess to be blood. He took a sip & you watched in trepidation as the veins around his eyes appeared, like claw marks. Your heart thrummed in your chest. Chancing a look to your right, you made eye contact with Natalia. A sneer was still evident on her face but she quickly glanced to her own thigh. Her dagger was missing. Then she swiftly glanced toward the desk before returning her gaze to the brothers. Following her trail of sight, you noticed her daggers handle sticking out from under the desk, surmising it must’ve been knocked in that direction in a struggle. You had your own on you, but still, a second weapon nearby would make things slightly easier.
            “She’ll kill you.” Natalia spit. You were surprised, much like the brothers, at her statement. Damon laughed loudly at this, resigning himself to lounge lazily against the desk.
            “She can try.” Damon replied with a tone of amusement, “I’d like to see it.”
            “_____.” Natalia spoke your name again. Your eyes met. The look you saw behind them was one that made you uneasy but you understood. Whatever she was about to do, you needed to make it worth it. “Kill them.”
            You nodded once, letting your hand ghost over the dagger hidden behind your skirt, in preparation for the unknown. Damon growled at the interaction & in a split second he appeared before Natalia. She had been anticipating the move, maneuvering herself to fall backwards before Damon’s hands could grasp her head. As she fell backwards, with great speed for a human, reached above her head & behind her back to withdraw her infamous sword that had been sheathed against her spine. As the sword glinted in the dim light, Raphael kicked his leg out, knocking Damon to one knee. You took this chance to roll to your side, tearing your skirt in the process to access your dagger. Coming to a stop, your dagger gripped firmly in hand, you raised yourself to one knee.
            Natalia & Raphael traded blows & jabs with Damon, keeping him distracted, leaving you with Stefan. While you would’ve much preferred going one-on-one with the bigger badder brother, you would settle for the meeker of the two. Stefan glowered at you with a massive grin on his face, standing casually, as if he was waiting in line at a fast food chain. Controlling your breathing, you rose to your feet, stepping once to the left, making it so you could still keep your eyes on the trio that were fighting. To your disappointment, Stefan didn’t match your step. He was allowing you to get closer to him. His confidence annoyed you. But he didn’t know you. That would be his first mistake.
            When you were only three feet or so away from him, Stefan spoke plainly, “I am going to enjoy ripping into you.”
            You smiled playfully, anticipating the fight, “What are you waiting for, then?”
            Stefan nodded once, finishing the rest of the blood in the glass, “You’re right.”
            The glass he had been drinking from hadn’t shattered against the floor yet before he appeared just before you. It was expected though, forcing you to step back slightly just enough to swipe your blade across his abdomen, cleanly slicing open his silk, black button up. “Sorry. I hope it wasn’t expensive.”
            Stefan bared his teeth as he glanced down at his wound. Thanks to the vervain coating the blade, his wound would heal slower. His nostrils flared as his eyes darkened, rising to meet your own. With inhuman speed, he gripped your arm, intending to snap it & force the blade to drop, but not before you tossed the blade to your other hand, reaching between your bodies to slice open the arm that grabbed you. Stefan roared out, growing impatient with your technique. You wanted to rub it in more but knew it wasn’t the time, nor the place. Others were counting on you.
            Just as the thought crossed your mind though, the sound of bones snapping sounded in the room. Foolishly, you took your eyes off Stefan to follow the sound. Raphael was lying on the floor, his neck broken. Damon now had Natalia caged in with an arm across her front, holding her arms back. Her eyes met your own. She knew it was over for as well as you did. Damon, using his other arm, bent her head enough to expose her neck before bending down to tear into her throat. Blood spurted from the attack & pooled below her. Natalia’s eyes never left your own. Then they closed. Damon dropped her body, his mouth & chin caked in Natalia’s blood. He grinned proudly, licking his lips, “I knew she looked familiar. I never forget such a divine taste.”
            In the incredibly short amount of time it took to watch Natalia’s life be drained, you forgot about the foe gripping your arm, something you would regret. Stefan took the chance to grip the other arm that held the dagger, snapping your wrist. You screeched in pain, using your other arm in an attempt to evade his hold but he was immovable. The dagger fell to the floor & he kicked it away before spinning you around, pressing your back to his chest. Your breathing was erratic, your heart beat fighting to explode from your chest. Stefan held his face against the top of your head, slightly swaying your bodies together as if you were lovers dancing. He moaned softly, “I can hear your blood pumping. It’s rushing. You must be scared. So. Scared.”
            You grunted in response, trying without luck to get out from under his arms, but you knew without your dagger your human strength was nothing compared to 160 year old vampyre.
            “What are you waiting for, brother?” Damon questioned, stepping over the bodies of your fallen crewmates, “Take. Her. Out.”
            “In time, brother.” Stefan replied, his voice almost whimsical, “Let me enjoy this before I snuff it out.”
            Damon grinned devilishly, “I’ll be disposing of the bodies.” He kicked the limp arm of Raphael, “This one is still warm, I think I’ll give him to a few hungry newborns. Can’t let food that falls into our lap go to waste.”
            You winced, watching in unbridled rage as Natalia & Raphael’s bodies were dragged out of the room by Damon. Before he closed the door, Damon winked at you, “Have fun.”
            When it was only you & Stefan, you felt your adrenaline begin to subside. One-on-one. But without a dagger. Your chances were still slim but not impossible. Natalia’s blade was still nearby. Stefan hadn’t noticed it yet. You just needed to get yourselves over to it, close enough to swipe it. Stefan inhaled deeply behind you, his nose grazing the shell of your ear. Shivers wracked your body at the action. There have been countless times you were in such a position with a vampyre but they didn’t take their time like this. They were hungry, like you, but for something else, they were in a rush. Stefan though, he was taking his time, for why you didn’t know. But you’d be damned if you didn’t take advantage of it.
            Prepared for the pain, you threw your head back, feeling the crown of your skull connect with Stefan’s nose. You heard a crunch & reveled in the sound before he dropped you abruptly. Taking the small window you had, you pushed yourself backwards between his legs, using your feet to kick the backs of his knees, making him fall to his knees. He spun around but not before your steel-toe boot connected with his face, forcing his head to snap to the side. In his momentary state of stun, you army crawled to the desk, fingers stretching for the daggers handle that teased you. The tips of your fingers had barely grazed it when you felt a warm grasp on your ankle yanking you back. Your broken wrist was trapped between your body & the floor as Stefan pulled you away from your only protection, the pain shot through your body & you cried out.
            Stefan turned you over onto your back. You held your wrist to your chest, your teeth bared as you kicked again, this time getting him square in the chest. Stefan growled but was undeterred by your assault. His hand found your throat as he leaned forward to snarl into your face, his canines sharpening. Before he had the chance to tear into your neck, like he promised he would only moments ago, you found yourself bracing yourself on your elbows, taking your unbroken wrist & wrapping it around his neck, using it as a means to bring yourself up to sink your own teeth into his neck.
            The taste of thick, coppery blood filled your mouth. Stefan howled at the feel of your teeth breaking skin. His hands gripped the back of your neck, trying to pull you off, but you tightening your jaw, drawing more blood & screams from the vampyre before you. You felt Stefan’s hands grip you tighter, though this time it was almost as if they were holding you against him, like a mother holding her child to her breast as she fed them. Then he groaned softly, almost like…like he was enjoying it.
            Suddenly you were ripped away from him, falling to your back as you peered up at him. His shirt was coated in his own blood, the cut along his abdomen from your dagger was still bleeding. His button-up had become more shredded in the fight; the neckline slack & the lower half hanging loosely, exposing the bottom half of his stomach. Stefan remained above you on his knees, his head hung back as he caught his breath. Your own breath was coming in pants as you tried to calm yourself. You eyed the daggers nearby, both of which were too far out of reach. Stefan would kill you before you had the chance. What else could you do? He had proven to be a stronger enemy than you had imagined.
            A soft chuckle sounded from the man before you, his head hanging lowly, casting an eerie shadow across his fine features. Your eyes met. If you were going to die in this moment, you weren’t going to stop fighting until your heart stopped beating. Stefan stretched his neck, & you watched as the bite wound you left healed until all that was left was a stain of red from the blood that had escaped.
            “You’re fun, I’ll admit.” He shared, slowly leaning forward like a panther preparing to strike.
            Mustering up the saliva you had, you spit at him. You laughed, proud of your childish last attempt as your spit mixed with his own blood sprayed across his face, “Fuck. You.”
            His eyes darkened but he nodded, “If you want.” Your heart shuddered at his response. What does he mean… “But only as I rip into you.” He pushed your hair away from your neck & you wrestled to get out from under him, suddenly horrified by the change in his intention, “In more ways than one.”
            A scream tore from your throat as he pressed himself against you, his teeth sinking into the junction where your neck & shoulder met. Your turtleneck didn’t make a difference to the vampyre above you as he settled between your legs. Your broken wrist was useless in defending yourself, all you could manage was to press your unharmed arm against his shoulder as you tried to shove him off, but even you knew it must have felt like an incessant insect buzzing in his ear.
            “What are you doing?!” You cried out when you felt a hand tear your skirt more so, warm air caressing across your exposed thighs. Stefan growled into your neck as he continued drinking from you. You could feel your hair growing sticky & wet as your blood pooled below your head. “No, no no. NO!” You continued to shout when you felt the vampyre’s hands graze the edge of your underwear.
            “No!” With one shout, you kicked out, trying to roll out from under him. This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening. Never before had you found yourself in this position before. It was always fighting, killing, hurting the other, never…this. Stefan Salvatore. You had severely underestimated the dangers of the man who continued to hold you down.
            Your kicking & squirming was useless as you began to feel your consciousness slip. You could feel your strength evading you as you tried to hold on. In a final attempt, you reached up with your uninjured arm to grip that back of his head, yanking pitifully on the hair at the nape of his neck. The action had the opposite effect. Stefan released you as he sighed heavily, his hot breath in your ear, “You’ve been a delight. It’s a shame it must end.”
            With a snap of his wrist, you felt your underwear tightening against your skin before they were torn from your body. Your breath was shallow & you could only meekly cry out when you felt Stefan reaching between your bodies. You knew what was coming. You couldn’t stop it. Then when he was finished, he would kill you. This was it. This was how you would die.
            A sharp pain shot up your spine as Stefan tore through you, exactly as he promised. He sheathed himself inside you entirely, groaning at the feeling of your walls fighting against the unwelcome assault. He didn’t move for a few seconds & for that you were quietly thankful. You almost wished he had finished draining you of your blood before he began raping you, at least that way you could be totally unaware, free of him. Then he began to thrust.
            You sneered as he moved above you, his hands gripping your hips as he adjusted your legs to accommodate the width of him. His teeth grazed over your wound & you winced at the stinging that followed. His tongue lapped at the blood there & you moaned out in pain, your hands lying limply to your sides.
            “Just kill me.” Your voice didn’t sound like yours. It was hoarse, defeated, weak. That wasn’t you. But as Stefan Salvatore pushed himself deeper inside you, the vibrations from his groans resonating through his chest to yours as he pressed himself against you, you knew you had fallen so far. You were completely & entirely at the hands of this vampyre.
            “In time,” Stefan responded, his own voice grainy as he rutted into you sharply, “I’m going to enjoy this first.”
            As he sped up, you knew the end was coming. You winced under his assault, the feel of him inside you feeling as if he was tearing your body in two. Had you not been on the edge of losing consciousness, you would’ve laughed at the authenticity of his promise. As if having read your mind, Stefan leaned up to gaze over you as he grew close to finishing. His hand reached for your throat, his fingers at the edge of your wound & you hissed, your own hand gripping his wrist. Stefan’s eyes darkened in euphoria followed by the claw mark like veins. His hips snapped against yours & you wanted nothing more then to reach out & snap his neck. With a final stroke, Stefan came, collapsing against you as he moaned into your neck, his teeth finding your wound again. You could feel his cock pulsing within you followed by a liquid warmth. A wave of nausea rolled over you but never came to fruition. You’d be dead here shortly, the only good thing the vampyre could provide you at this point.
            Stefan Salvatore remained atop you for a moment longer before removing himself from between your legs. You sighed in relief, glad it to be over, in more ways than one. Gasps & shudders wracked your body as Stefan tore the turtleneck, exposing your wound in all its glory. In your fading peripheral, you made out a proud grin. His eyes fell from your wound to the curves of your body before landing on where his hips rested against your own then rising to meet your eyes, “They don’t call me a ripper for nothing.”
            The last thing you saw was Stefan baring his canines as before he devoured your neck. The pain was dull, fading. You swallowed, tasting the last remnants of his blood in your mouth. The taste made you sick. No no no… his blood was in your system & he was killing you. You wanted to scream, stop him, but something told you he knew exactly what he was doing. Your lips parted with a desperate plead on your tongue but in moment you felt your heart slow, the world before you disappearing.
            But you knew you would wake to another.
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Whew! Shiiieeeet. Woke up & cranked this one out. Let me know what you think! This was written as a oneshot but I see it could have potential for a few more parts. However, that idea will be placed to the side for now while I work on other WIPs.
I look forward to hearing from ya. Thanks for reading!
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Fresh Start
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Written for Fictober 2022!
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Prompt: “We all have our reasons”
Summary: Y/N is a non-practicing witch, living her own peaceful life in a small town after running away from home a few years ago. Stefan shows up looking to do the same thing and pretending to be human, although Y/N realizes he's a vampire on-sight. They don't press him, though, even as they start dating. When things start to get more serious, however, they can't continue ignoring the secrets and truths of each others' pasts.
Word Count: 2,228
Category: Fluff, little bit of Angst
Warnings: Mentions of an abusive family, no details or descriptions
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"We're closed- oh, hey Stef."
"Hey, Y/N." My friend and boyfriend of about the last month gave me a small smile as he walked through the door of my bar. We were closed for the night, so I'd briefly been bracing myself to throw out somebody who didn't realize or want to accept that fact, but Stefan came to spend time with me as I closed things down pretty regularly.
We'd met in this same bar just over a month ago. Stefan had just arrived in town, and after moving into his house on the edge of town, he'd wandered into the bar to start introducing himself to everyone. I'd served him a drink while we chatted, and we'd actually hit it off the bat fairly quickly, which I hadn't been expecting to do with a vampire.
He hadn't officially told me he was a vampire yet, of course. But I was an out-of-practice witch. And just because I'd left my coven and come here for a different life, didn't mean I couldn't still clock a vampire from a hundred yards out.
Stefan and I had been on a few dates since we'd first met, and I kept hoping he'd trust me enough to confess his secret to me himself. Every time I thought he might be working up to it, however, he talked about something else instead. For whatever reason, he seemed hell-bent on pretending to be human while he lived in this place.
I couldn't exactly blame him, since I'd been doing the same thing since I'd left my coven at 18. Still, I at least wanted him to trust me enough to let me in the loop.
"How was work today?" asked Stefan, pulling up a barstool and watching me as I wiped down the counter. I shot him a smile.
"It was fine. Nothing too crazy, no rowdy patrons or strange and mysterious newcomers." He huffed a laugh at that, and I grinned before continuing. "Overall, I'd say it was an average day. How about you? How's the garage?"
"It's good," he said. Within a few days of arriving, he'd gotten a job at our local mechanic shop fixing up cars. I knew for a fact he was being underpaid, but he didn't really seem to care. "I got to work on an old Thunderbird today, which almost made the oil stains on every piece of clothing I wore today, somehow including my underwear, worth it."
I laughed at that, and Stefan gave me a pleased smile. I finished wiping down the counter and tossed the rag, then walked around the counter to take the barstool beside Stefan. The only thing left for me to do was put up the chairs, turn off the lights, and lock the doors, but Stefan and I had made a routine of hanging out here a bit longer than we necessarily needed to as a mini, casual date.
"Well, I'm glad you had a good day," I said. "And that you changed your clothes before coming to see me."
Stefan smirked and hummed, then reached forward to pull my barstool even closer to him. He leaned forward, resting one arm against the bar counter and around me as he got in my space.
"What's the matter? You don't want the smell of motor oil on all of your clothes?"
"I know it may sound strange, but no. No, I absolutely do not."
Stefan smiled, his eyes intent on my lips as he moved forward and trailed the hand not resting on the bar counter up my thigh. I leaned in a bit too, feeling the pull towards the man I'd fallen for so quickly. We'd kissed before, but this moment felt much more heated and like it might be leading somewhere new.
Just before our lips met, I forced myself to pause. Stefan paused too, respecting my hesitation, even as he raised an eyebrow in silent question. I wanted to take the next step with him, but... I couldn't bring myself to do it when such a massive secret still sat between us. One I was partially aware of, but that he thought I was completely ignorant to, and one that he hadn't even begun to suspect.
"Stef... I really, really like you," I started.
"I feel the same way, Y/N."
"That's good. And I've enjoyed the past month with you so, so much. I want to keep growing with you and spending time with you and experiencing life with you."
"I'm waiting for the 'but'."
I sighed. There wasn't a hint of judgment in Stefan's voice, but I needed to just spit it out.
"Bu... before we go any further, I think you should tell me why a vampire is hiding out in a small town, pretending to be a car mechanic."
Whatever Stefan had expected me to say, it wasn't that. He leaned back a bit, his eyes wide in shock, and I jumped in with an answer to what I knew would be his first question.
"I'm a witch, Stef," I said. "I don't practice much anymore, but I clocked you for what you are the minute you set foot in my bar."
Stefan huffed a breath of disbelief, blinking a few times before leaning all the way back to sit up straight on the stool. I think he was surprised, more than upset, but the charged, heated air of a moment before had definitely dissipated. He ran a hand through his hair, then cleared his throat.
"Well...As I'm sure you know then, we all have our reasons," he said, completely ducking the question. He stared around the room, doing anything but making eye contact with me.
"Yeah, we do," I said. I was not having the vague answering around questions nonsense. "I was more asking about your specific reasons though, not just the general reasons supernaturals run off to small towns."
Stefan huffed a humorless laugh, then finally looked at me. "You wanna start by telling me your reasons for coming here?"
"Sure." It clearly wasn't the answer he was expecting, but I wanted to be something special with Stefan. If I expected him to be vulnerable, I was perfectly prepared to be vulnerable with him, too. "I grew up in a terrible, abusive family, and so as soon as I could I got the hell out of the house and disappeared to somewhere they'd never care enough to come look for me. I stopped practicing magic altogether because for me, magic is still tied to all those bad memories. So many other witches talk about the freeing, powerful, and peaceful feeling of using their magic, but it hasn't been that way for me since I was a kid. I still grow vervain and some other magic herbs in my garden at home, but that's about it."
Stefan stared at me, clearly surprised by my complete honesty. I'd had a good few years now to process things and get to a place of being more comfortable with where I'd come from and where I was now, although it was never the easiest thing to talk about. But I cared about Stefan, and I trusted him. Whether or not he ended up deciding to share the details of his backstory with me, I wanted him to know mine.
"So..." I started, breaking the silence after a few beats of Stefan not talking. "You wanna share your stuff now? It's okay if you don't, but... I'd really like to be someone you can trust, you know? No big secrets if we're going down the path of a more serious relationship, and all that."
Stefan took a deep breath in and out, looking away from me as he thought. He seemed to make up his mind as he nodded, still staring a hole in the back wall of the bar, and spoke.
"My brother died," he finally said. My heart broke in my chest for him, but I stayed quiet, giving him space to finish. "My brother and a good friend both. We tried to save them, but... as I'm sure you know, sometimes the supernatural bullshit is a little too much to overcome. After that, I just... I needed to get the hell out of our hometown. It was too small, with way too many bad memories. So I did what I've had to do plenty of times in my long, long life. I left, and found a new place to start over fresh. And for the record, I'm not pretending to be a car mechanic. I am a car mechanic."
I huffed a small laugh, giving Stefan a warm smile and the most comforting look I could when he finally turned back to me. I reached across the bar to take his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, which he returned.
"I'm sure this goes without saying, but... I am so, so sorry you had to go through that," I said. "And thank you for sharing your story with me. I know it's not easy to talk about shit you want to leave behind, so... I'm glad we can talk about it, together."
"I'm glad we can talk about it too," he said, giving me a tight smile and squeezing my hand again. I smiled, a little less tinged with sadness this time, and Stefan did too. We held each other's gaze for a moment, letting the loving looks say what words really couldn't, and then I cleared my throat and straightened.
"So... I know I literally just closed this place, and I usually say no when you suggest this, but after getting into our mutual tragic backstories, it feels like a good time for an exception." I stood from the stool and headed around to the back of the bar again, snagging two glasses as I went. "What do you say we drink our favorite drinks, toast to our new-ish lives together in this town where we can comfortably pretend to be humans, and play pool until we're exhausted or the owner of the bar notices the lights and tells us to go home?"
Stefan grinned and stood from his barstool. "Pour me a double of the best bourbon here. I'll rack, and then you'd better prepare to lose."
I scoffed. "Bring it on, Salvatore. I've been in this bar working and practicing my pool game for the past two and a half years. You've got nothing on me."
"Before tonight, I wouldn't have had a very good comeback for that," he said, grabbing the rack and setting it on the felt of the table. "But, you apparently know I'm a vampire, so I can tell you I've been playing pool just about since it was invented. You don't stand a chance."
I grinned as I grabbed our drinks and set them on a table close to the pool table, then pulled down my favorite cue stick from the wall.
"I guess we'll just have to see then, won't we?" I asked. "Age vs. skill, the battle for all time."
Stefan groaned and rolled his eyes, straightening from where he'd almost finished racking the balls to give me a tired, exasperated look.
"That's the first of about a thousand old jokes I'm going to hear from you now, isn't it?" he asked. I grinned, the expression taking on a bit of a maniacal glint.
"Oh, at least."
"Then I guess I'd really better win this game so I have something to use as a comeback, huh?"
"I mean yeah, unless you want to get jokes about your age and about how bad you are at pool."
Stefan sighed dramatically and threw his head back, which made me laugh. He finished racking the table, grabbed a pool cue, and shook out his shoulders like he was preparing for a fight.
"I'll break," he said. I nodded as he stepped up to the table, lined up the cue ball, and hit it with a move so fast I literally almost didn't see it. The cue ball went flying, breaking apart the triangle cluster of balls and knocking two striped balls into pockets around the table.
I gasped, but Stefan acted like he hadn't done anything particularly impressive.
"I guess I'm stripes then, huh?" I stared, mouth open, as Stefan walked around the table to stand next to me. "Your move."
I closed my eyes and swore, and I heard Stefan chuckle next to me. I'd definitely have my work cut out for me if I wanted to beat him, much more than I'd originally expected. One way or another though, I wasn't too concerned. As I stepped up to the table to take my shot, Stefan hovering over me to try to mess up my concentration, I knew we'd have plenty more games just like this ahead of us. Despite the horrible circumstances that had brought us together, we'd found each other, and now we were going to live happy, peaceful lives, together.
Nothing but countless games of pool, terrible age jokes, oily clothing, and everything in between waited on our horizon.
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pascaloverx · 4 months
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Hit The Road
Chapter Six
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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.
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Running might not have been the best option, you admit. Or maybe it was the best option, just not for someone who doesn't know where they are. Mystic Falls could easily be Lost Falls. Another terrible idea was stealing a car instead of using your super speed. You have no idea who this car is, you just needed to get away from the Salvatores as quickly as possible. When you locate the city bar you feel like you can relax at least a little. But that doesn't last long, because apparently Damon doesn't understand the notion of you having a moment alone.
"Do you usually run away from other people's houses like you're crazy, or is it just mine?" Damon seems to be angry, which you try to ignore.
"I need a drink, preferably a strong double or triple one." You ask the bartender, ignoring Damon's presence, as honestly, he was the last person you wanted to face right now.
"Do you want to tell me what's wrong with you?" Damon questions, arching his eyebrows and staring at you as you drink whatever strong concoction the bartender handed you. You then order a beer from the bartender, who says he'll get it for you. You reach into your pants pocket for payment, and when you're about to pay, Damon is behind the counter. Obviously, he'll do anything to get your attention, including manipulating the bartender to serve tables while he takes care of the bar.
"Damon, could you leave me alone for the next few hours?" You ask, grabbing the beer that Damon is holding out of his hands.
He looks at you in a different way, as if he wants to understand you but you're making it difficult. Before he can say anything, a blonde woman calls his name, and both of you turn to see who it is.
"Does Elena know you're serving other women as a pastime, or is it another dirty secret of Damon Salvatore?" The blonde says with a certain arrogance. You observe her and then turn to look at Damon, who has a mischievous smile on his face.
"Caroline Forbes and her presumptions. You, better than anyone, should know that I don't owe explanations to Elena anymore, just as she doesn't owe me anything. Now, if you're done playing the curious Barbie, you can go back to taking care of your own life." Damon says sarcastically. It seems he has some familiarity with Caroline, whom you imagine is a friend of Elena. You find yourself thinking that maybe it would have been better never to have sought out Damon.
"It's part of my life to ensure that one of my best friends has a decent boyfriend, as much as possible. I don't like that it's you, but if you're going to be, at least be worthy of her." Caroline says. You feel uncomfortable, as if you're a person tainted on the inside. I mean, you had a fling with two brothers, and now you're interfering in the love life of one of them, which doesn't seem right.
"If you claim to be her best friend, you know that she and I are no longer together. Now, it's important to respect each other's choices and boundaries." Damon seems almost sensible saying that, putting Caroline in an awkward position. You simply observe them, thinking that Elena must mean a lot to both of them.
"Look, I don't know you, and I have no idea why you know this guy, but understand that all women are like puzzles to him. Once he's done putting you together, he'll discard you and move on to another game." Caroline warns you. She looks directly at you, as if she wants to seriously warn you; Damon seems a bit upset by what she said. You shake your head as if you don't know what to say. Caroline leaves like a storm about to erupt. Without saying anything, you head towards the exit.
"Are you really going to ignore me?" Damon says, following you after several attempts to get your attention by calling your name. You get into the car, which, by the way, might even be his, and he joins you, taking the passenger seat.
"Do you think we made a mistake getting romantically involved with each other?" You look at Damon, seeking answers in his gaze. The atmosphere in the car becomes tense, laden with the uncertainty of what the shared past might mean for the present.
"Maybe we were a mistake, but you're definitely not a regret for me. Even if you don't remember what you mean to me." Damon says. You don't know how to react.
"Did you know that Stefan and I had an affair?" You ask Damon. You have to make sure he has no idea what you're talking about.
"You told me, right before this all happened. I wasn't happy about it but you know my situation with Elena so I can't criticize you for it." Damon says looking at you with a certain annoyed look. You wonder if he cares about you enough to not want to share you with Stefan.
"What if my destiny is to love your brother?" You ask, unsure if you even want an answer from Damon. The truth is, you don't know who you love, don't know who you truly want – you only know that being close to the Salvatore brothers makes you feel... alive.
"You once told me that your destiny only depended on you." He replies subtly. I guess this situation must be commonplace for him. Have I never truly loved him, or have I loved him too much?
You looked at him as if you understood what he's trying to convey. And then, you realize something is in front of the car. A werewolf, in the middle of the road. It's alone and seems angry. The curious thing is that you didn't notice the werewolf before crashing the car into it. The werewolf gets angry and starts attacking the car with me and Damon inside. You know that a werewolf's bite on a vampire is lethal. So you fear, dying or watching Damon die. The car crash thankfully only caused superficial injuries Damon seems more concerned with seeing if I'm okay with protecting himself. And for a moment you black out, being flooded with yet another vision.
"Can you do it or not?" You ask the mysterious woman in front of you, she looks at you with a look full of doubt.
"Not that I don't understand why you want to erase Damon and Stefan from your head but don't think it's a bit radical?" The woman says looking at you, while you two are in that same cabin in the middle forest.
"Bonnie I just want to know if you can do it or not. I don't need a therapy session, I need my biggest weakness outside of myself." You look honestly exhausted, like you're at your limit.
"There could be consequences if you regain your memory, bad things could happen. Are you sure you want me to do this?" Bonnie asks, holding her mother. You try to think that anything is better to be a hunter who fell in love with two vampires.
"I am sure." You respond as you see the woman pick up an old book from the small table near the cabin's entrance. Everything goes dark after that, you just feel unbearable pain.
Pain makes you regain the consciousness that had been lost. When you wake up, you see blood running down your arm and you feel something burn inside you. Your blurred vision doesn't let you see anything other than Stefan's face. You're relieved to see him but immediately panic when you see your arm completely. You were bitten by a werewolf and worse, Damon is nowhere you can see.
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SAMANTHA & JEREMY GILBERT
my mother was a genius  my father commanded respect        when they died they left no instructions        just a legacy to protect
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