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seriesxwriting · 3 months

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Interested

Pairing: reader x Stefan Salvatore

Series: tvd, the vampire diaries

Summary: All Stefan keeps talking about is his ex. That’s not what a girl wants to hear her crush talk about.

Warnings: drinking, kissing, I don’t think there’s any swearing but you never know with me.

“Elena Elena Elena” I rolled my eyes flopping onto my bed. Caroline sat at my desk watching me with one eyebrow up. “I can see it’s bothering you” she slowly lowered her eyebrow and put her hands together. I rolled onto my side looking over at her. “It’s all he ever talks about” I sighed making my eyes turn in. “One, don’t do that it freaks me out” Caroline shook her head. “And two” she started as she stood up walking over to the side of the bed. “Look I love you y/n but when it comes to men- you’re flirting isn’t really- the best”.

“Oh so it’s my fault he can’t get over his ex” I sat up straight at a quicker pace than lightning. “No” she snapped at me “I’m just saying Stefan probably doesn’t even know you’re interested, if he did he wouldn’t be talking about other girls” “oh but it’s not just any other girl- it’s Elena, she’s so perfect, she’s so pretty”. Caroline rubbed my arm sympathetically with a tiny smile. “Show him you’re interested, he probably will be too”, “but what if he’s not, what if he really is still in love with her”.

“Then that’s his loss, not yours, you get over him and show him how it’s done” Caroline winked at me perking up slightly. I chewed on my lip thinking about it. “Okay, I’ll up my flirting game” I nodded my head and rubbed my hands together as if I was creating some manipulative plan to kidnap him or end the world. “Atta girl, you’ll see him at the party right, there’s your chance” “Stefans picking me up” I stood up going over to my wardrobe. “Really? He told me he couldn’t drive me because he had plans before it and they might run over” Caroline scrunched her face in deep thought at my blue rug laying on the floor.

“Caroline, focus- what the hell do I wear” I ordered bringing her attention back onto me standing in between hangers upon hangers of clothes. “A dress, what about that white one your mum brought you for your birthday?” She shrugged, her eyes lit up and she snapped her fingers when the idea came to her. “This one?” I questioned pulling it out and holding it over my body. “Yeah wear that, it’s well cute- with the boots you had on when you came to sleep at mine last week” “casual but cute, I like your thinking” I nodded hanging it on my wardrobe door.

“Right babe I better get a move on, I need to be ready for six I’m catching a ride with Elena and Damon” she told me standing up and collecting her stuff putting it in her bag. “Alright care I’ll see you later thanks for everything” I walked over and we embraced each other sighing into one another’s hair. “Chin up, practice some flirting- maybe watch a YouTube video” she offered up as she stepped back. “I’m not doing that!” I sniggered shaking my head. “Your loss” she shrugged giggling silently as she left my room. Leaving me to my own devices.

I pulled the dress down and put it across my body holding it up in front of the mirror. It took me just over an hour to get ready. I had a shower, blow dried and curled my y/h/c hair. Before putting on my outfit. I tried on about five coats to see which one was the best. Eventually I went with a black bomber jacket. And with that the time turned quarter past six, the door bell went off on the dot. So Stefan Salvatore of him. I smiled grabbing my bag and jumping towards my bedroom door knowing who was downstairs. I grasped the handle taking deep breaths composing myself.

I walked down the stairs, my house was empty right now as both parents were away on holiday in England. I wondered to the front door as my heart pounded against my chest. I yanked it open and there he stood with tulips in his hands and the famous Stefan smile. He looked so cute. “H-hi” he stuttered as his eyes dragged down me blatantly. “You look- amazing- stunning- well… beautiful” he stuttered unsure of what word he wanted to use.

“You cleaned up too- are these for me?” I raised my eyebrow at the gesture. “Of course” he smiled passing them across to me. “They’re gorgeous, I can’t believe you brought me flowers” I smiled from ear to ear. “Come in while I buy them in a vase”. My mind raced, why had Stefan brought me flowers, was this a date? No we’re just friends right. I came back out the kitchen and he’d been waiting in the hall. “All ready?” I quizzed grabbing my bag that I’d left on the side. “Yeah, let’s get going” he nodded his head out the door. “Elenas already there”.

“Of course she is” I gave him a fake smile sighing before coldly grabbing the Handel and walking out first. “And Damon and care of course” Stefan told me following me out, though he had to raise his voice a tad because of the distance I’d gone. “Lift the Handel up all the way” I ordered not even turning around. I heard him do as I said before joining me inside the car. “I think we’re all really in need of this bonfire party” Stefan began as he drove off my drive.

“Mm me too, it’s been a stressful few months” “uh huh especially with all the elena stuff going on” Stefan laughed but again my eyes subtly rolled and my stomach sank. Could he go five minutes without mentioning her. “How about we stop talking about Elena for tonight, what better way to get over her than at a party” “oh I’m over her” Stefan chuckled re gripping the steering wheel. “Well a party is definitely in need, never know who we might meet”. “It’s mystic falls everyone knows everyone” Stefan shook his head. We turned into the woodlands where the party was happening.

We could already see the cloud of smoke rising from the fire. The crowd circling round it, chatting and drinking. “Park over there that’s Bonnie’s car” I pointed out but Stefan was already turning into a spot, I noticed Damon’s car being right next to us. “It’s alright this one’s bigger”. Sure it is Stefan sure it is. We both got out and soon made our way towards the people. “Let’s grab drinks first” his hand attached its self to my lower back as we waded through the crowd. I felt my heart pound and it made me relax into him.

We grabbed two beers and by the time we’d turned around elena was running up to us “Stefan! Y/n!” She wrapped her arms around his neck and then did the same to me. “Hey” I answered bluntly with a flick of my hand. “I started to think you two weren’t coming” “we just got- held up” Stefan struggled looking at me, I smiled knowingly and a warm sensation came across me knowing Elena had no idea what we were talking about.

Damon strolled over coming to say hi to us. “Well come on, everyone’s over near the bridge” he nodded his head. “we’ll catch up with you soon” Stefan shrugged answering before I could. Him saying that made me really excited, I wanted it to just be me and him so I could up my flirting game. “Oh come on stef I haven’t seen you in ages no one has apart from y/n, come and catch up with everyone”. His eyes flicker between me and Elena for a second or two. “Alright” he smiled simply and Elena squealed. “Come on then” she grabbed Damon’s wrist and Stefan started following them nodding to me to come with him.

We landed at the group where Bonnie, Tyler, Caroline, Matt and Jeremy were all waiting for us with smiles. We all exchanged hi’s and then jumped into conversation. My excitement was short lived, I loved my friends but I just wanted some alone time with Stefan. Though I wasn’t complaining too much because he didn’t really leave my side the whole night. We stayed in the same position talking, laughing and drinking for most of the night. Though Bonnie and care soon dragged me over to dance and I brought Stefan with me.

“How are you so good at this!” I laughed as Stefan spun me around and pulled me towards him. “I’ve had years of experience” he smiled close to my face. My hand was on his shoulder and the other his bicep while both of his were wrapped around my waist. “Have you always liked dancing?” “When I can dance with someone as pretty as you” he nodded making me smile again. “Stefan- Stefan!”. And just like that our moment was ruined. He pulled away from me and Elena ran through the crowd her eyes were full of tears.

“What’s wrong?” “Damon’s left- we got into an argument and he stormed off” “what about?” His eyebrow raised “I’ll explain it all to you, can you take me home please?” “I…” Stefan looked at me. “Bonnie will take you home- or you could call a taxi” I offered to Elena. “I know I know- I just really want to talk to you Stefan, you understand me in a different way and im hysterical right now” she wiped her eyes sitting back on her leg. “It’s okay I’ll take you home” he nodded completely pulling away from me now and standing on her side.

She threw her arms around him thanking him. “I’ll see you later y/n” he rubbed my arm before him and Elena left the crowed. I watched them walk all the way over to the car. “I’m sorry girl, she ruined your moment I thought he was going to kiss you then” Caroline came round with her hand on my shoulder. “No- he wasn’t” I shook my head. “He’s not over her, I’m going home” I smiled at her with tears In my eyes. “But he’s coming back for you” Caroline shook her head.

“He’s not care, he’ll be with her all night, I’m calling a taxi” I nodded hugging her before removing myself from the crowd. I waited for the taxi on the main road and it took me promptly home. As soon as I got in my removed the stupid dress and put my pjs on. I thought I was doing alright until I stepped into the kitchen for some water. I saw the flowers. My heart shattered. Tears slowly fell down my face as I realised I was never getting him. He didn’t love me like he loved her. I slid down the wall and took a seat on the kitchen floor.

I didn’t know how long I’d been there crying just staring at the flowers trying to make sense of them. A knock on the door pulled me out of my day dream. I wiped my face and went over to the door. When I pulled it open Stefan stood there. I blinked confused about why he was on my door step. “What do you want?” I asked harshly. Which maybe was a bit mean. “Well- I went back to the party to find you but care said I’d messed up and just kept tutting at me” he struggled still looking a bit confused. “So you came to check on me?”

“You look like you needed someone to check on you, are you crying?”. “No” I answered bluntly moving my eye contact to the ground. Stefan squeezed past me walking into my house and turning into the kitchen. He switched the kettle on and got two cups out while I closed the door. “You just inviting yourself in now?” “Nope you already invited me in once, we’re going to sit down and you’re going to tell me what’s wrong- or what I done wrong”.

“You haven’t done anything wrong Stefan- it’s nobody’s fault” “so why are you talking to me like I’ve done something wrong?” He raised an eyebrow walking towards me. “Because it feels like you have but I know deep down it’s wrong to blame you, you can’t help it” I sighed looking at the floor. “Help what?” He quizzed lifting my chin up with his hand. “That your not over Elena- that you love her more than you’ll ever like me, and that’s not your fault that’s mine- I fell for you at the wrong time and I put my hands up for that and honestly you can’t help who you like and even though it’s not me I shouldn’t blame you for that because…”

“Y/n!” “Stop talking!”. I looked up at him with full eyes. “Let me just finish explaining- I don’t want you to think I’m…” and with that Stefan cut me off by pressing his lips onto mine. “Why are you kissing me?” I whispered against his lips. He kissed me again for a second or two before admitting “I’m interested in you y/n”. Hearing that made me pull him closer to me and make the kiss harder. His hands held my waist close to him. When we eventually pulled away he put his forehead on mine. “If your interest in me why’d you drop me for Elena constantly, why do you always talking about her with me”.

“I don’t drop you for her y/n, she’s delicate and even though we aren’t together I’ll still look out for her, I made her a promise in the same way that she is now my sister in law, she’s family so if she needs me I’ll be there but I will always be back for you y/n- I came back for you tonight”. I bit my lip feeling slightly bad for not thinking about that. “And the reason I’m constantly bringing her up- is because… you reached out to me after the break up and we grew close immediately, I just didn’t want you to go anywhere”.

“That- doesn’t make sense” I shook my head completely confused. “I thought if you thought I was healed you wouldn’t want to see me as regularly because I wouldn’t need you”. “So- you pretended to miss her because you didn’t want me to leave?” “I didn’t think it through- I panicked” he sighed stepping backwards clearly embarrassed that I’d caught onto it. “So- you’re over her?” I looked up at him hopeful.

My eyes sparkled with tears, Stefan took that step back toward me and cupped my face. “Very much so, yes” he nodded in a whisper. “I understand if you don’t believe me- I shouldn’t have done what I did I can’t imagine how it made you feel” he sighed brushing my cheeks with his thumbs. I put my hands around his neck shaking my head. “I believe you Stefan” “you believe that I’m interested in you and you only?”. I nodded my head but couldn’t help the little corner smile.

“That’s what I wanted to see, there’s my girl” he whispered as my smile grew and my cheeks burnt red. “I’m all yours” I whispered running a hand through his hair. “About time”.

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littlelordfuckler0y · 6 months

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enzo st. john x fem!reader Instagram au

hi anon if you’re seeing this I hope you like it :)

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yourusername mystic falls autumn how I missed you

@gilbertelenaaaa mystic falls missed you too

@yourusrname I didn’t go to war man I was just getting masters

@dam0nsalvat0re oh I heard the rat problem is back

@bonbonniie he literally crossed boxes in calendar each day till ‘y/n gets back’ btw ^^

@yourysrname HAHAHAHAHHA SOFTY ASS

@dam0nsalvat0re @bonbonniee you literally had no business making that public information

@stefaNN18 Welcome back y/n!! We missed you!! 🥰💕

@yourusrname the mom energy your texting style radiates💀

@itsenzo ah heard a lot about you love, welcome home or whatever

@carebear you return my mugs to me or I SWEAR there will be consequences

@yourusrname I’ll see YOU in court

gilberelenaaaa for future reference: don’t ask y/n to watch the stove

@gilberelenaaaa not even for two seconds

@bonbonniie that is some serious witchcraft wow

@yourusrname sorry for trying to be helpful

@1tsenzo nice try! never try again 👍

@yourusrname you literally eat burnt toast for breakfast

@1tsenzo it’s called English brown bread toast

@yourusrname you’re so cheap you’d probably eat anything

@1tsenzo anything…? When you put it like that I can certainly think of a few things I’d be interested in eating

@yourusrname what happened to shame?

@carebear EW HES SO GROSS

@stefaNN18 is everyone alright? xx

@gilberelenaaaa yeah dw we have had a fire extinguisher on stand by

1tsenzo hate this woman’s guts

@yourusrname I call it divine intuition

@1tsenzo we spent half an hour trying to get out of the herd???????? and I have goat piss all over me????????

@yourusrname and? and?

@bonbonniiee CUTIE

@1tsenzo thanks

@yourusrname it was directed to me

@1tsenzo on MY post? Not everything is about you love

@bonbonniie it was directed to her though

@yourusrname HAHAHAHAHHA SEE

@dam0nsalvat0re where are you two???

@1tsenzo idk I was just giving y/l/n a ride

@dam0nsalvat0re why?

@1tsenzo because she asked me to…?

@stefaNN18 since when do YOU do things for other people that aren’t a felony in some way voluntarily???

yourusername Caroline tells you to get the dress? You get the dress.

@bonbonniiee amen

@dam0nsalvat0re even if it’s matching with your grandma

@yourusrname SHUT THE FUCK UP

@dam0nsalvat0re can’t unsee it can you?

@stefaNN18 do not listen to Damon he doesn’t know what he’s talking about polka dots are sooooo back again

@dam0nsalvat0re okay Miranda Priestly

@1tsenzo wow.

@carebear ABSOLUTELY STUNNING

1tsenzo dress like your girlfriend day

@carebear LMAOOOO WHAT

@carebear You?? Don’t?? Have?? A?? Girlfriend??

@1tsenzo yet

@gilbertelanaaaa does he think he’s pulled off dressing like y/n

@yourusrname ????????????????????????

@1tsenzo you’re just jealous I wear polka dot better than you

@gilbertelenaaaa it’s so difficult to tell if he’s flirting with y/n or fighting with her

@1tsenzo a secret third thing

@yourusrname he’s being a bitch

@stefaNN18 delete

@dam0nsalvat0re have you by chance ever heard the term self respect?

@1tsenzo I couldn’t care less mate she is SO lovely I really don’t think much about much

@dam0nsalvat0re can y/n just go out with him at this point I feel nauseous

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geminioriginalsimagines · 1 year

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Jealous

Requests: “79 & 80 Stefan Salvatore” Prompt List (Credits to gif owners!)

Y/N hated when she’d be out with Stefan and all of the girls would cling to him like he was a magnet. He only had eyes for her but Y/N couldn’t stand the way Elena still lingered around as if she still cared. She broke his heart for Damon, Caroline has been obsessed with him since he arrived in Mystic Falls. The freshmen girls watched him strut down the hallway.

The junior girls always waited in groups and waved as he passed. But the one thing Y/N couldn’t stand...when a girl flirted with him like she wasn’t standing next to him. Oh it made her blood boil and everything in her crawl. Pretending she didn’t exist because she had one of the yummiest boyfriends in Mystic Falls really irked her.

Stefan insisted he take Y/N out for dinner at The Grill. With Silas dead, his memories back, he finally found time to take her out and spend time with her. A waitress was watching from the bar, grinning at him. “You do realize you’re the hottest guy in here right? Ever since you got your memories back it’s like every girl is all over you.” Y/N frowned and played with the straw in her drink. Stefan let out a deep exaggerated sigh in response.

His face then turned red. “I wouldn’t say the hottest...” Y/N grinned up at him. He was always so humble. “I don’t know why it’s only now after my memories came back, but you are the one I want Y/N…I explain it to you all the time..” He explained in the most gentle Stefan way possible. Y/N nodded and grabbed his hand from across the table, her thumb playing with his daylight ring. He was right, he did reassure her a lot and she needed to start trusting just a bit more.

“You are the hottest. FYI.” She whispered and Stefan looked down at his lap with a smile on his face, biting his lip to keep from smiling too big. “I just don’t like everyone staring at you. I wish I could just act on it and show them how much I don’t like it.” Y/N rolled her eyes. Stefan thought she was adorable like this, she isn’t threatening at all.

Stefan rested his chin on his hand and brushed his thumb over hers. “I don’t like when guys stare at you but I never act on it.” He added. “Jealousy is okay, as long as you control it, Y/N.” Why does he always have to add his words of Stefan wisdom?

“Not when you’re mine!” She argued and was a little too loud at the same time. “Especially when they look better than me…” She trailed off.

Stefan rolled his eyes this time. “Y/N...you’re also mine. Isn’t that something in itself? Something to fall back onto for comfort? I choose to be with you.” He narrowed his eyes at her. Y/N wouldn’t admit it. “Come on. Say it. You want to agree with me.”

Yes she did. He was right and she was wrong which was usual. And she wanted to laugh at herself for how silly she was being. Stefan had never given her a reason not to trust him before.

“Come on Y/N.” He leans further across the table at her. Their moment was interrupted by the waitress. Stefan looked up with those big green eyes and the waitress nearly melted in the most visible way possible. Shuddering and all.

Y/N knew Stefan just proved her point. “This is your bill but I think it’ll be on me.” The waitress walked away with a noticeable sway in her hips. Stefan was being stared down by Y/N and awkwardly scratched his head.

“I uh...” He coughed and read the bill. “It’s free food so...” He shrugged at her. Y/N frowned and sat back, crossing her arms. “Come on Y/N do you think I do that on purpose? I was born like this.” He ran his hands through his fluffy hair. “All joking aside I don’t want anyone else, baby.” He said gently again.

“No, you don’t do it on purpose. But I’m going to get you some contacts that make your pretty green eyes a shit brown color and then nobody will melt when they look into your eyes.” She hissed.

“Y/N...” He started and was starting to become frustrated. They were interrupted again by a female plopping herself into the booth next to Stefan without so much as acknowledging Y/N. Y/N gasped. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing, it was like someone cast a spell on her boyfriend and they couldn’t resist themselves. But to be fair Caroline did the exact same thing when the group met Stefan for the very first time.

“How about I write my number on that paper?” She playfully grinned. It was like Y/N didn’t exist and Stefan was growing more uncomfortable by the second. She had a hand loosely placed on his bicep and Y/N wasn’t sure if she should be seething or cry. How disrespectful and distasteful. No class whatsoever.

“Oh no we uh...” Stefan started scratching his ear. “Okay look, I’ve got a girlfriend sitting across from me. I’d appreciate it if you’d stop.” Always the gentleman. But Y/N wanted to see him snap.

Y/N huffed when the girl pressed her hand to Stefan’s jawline. She wanted nothing more than to see Stefan tear into her jugular now. “I’m leaving.” Y/N collected her things and headed for the front door. She had to be the bigger person, after all Stefan could handle himself. She knew he’d compel her or just completely walk away,

Stefan choked on air and pushed the stranger off of him who followed them outside. “Please stop. Y/N please….” He begged her. But she kept following them to the car into the dark alleyway. Y/N didn’t stop until she heard a gasp and teeth tearing into flesh.

Stefan huffed, taken aback by his sudden action. Blood smeared across his lips and dripped down his chin and into the collar of his shirt. The patterns that danced under his eyes faded and he was back to his sweet human self. He looked down at the lifeless body of the poor girl who followed them outside and Y/N could swear she almost felt bad.

He looked up at her and grinned crookedly at her and what he said next had a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Looks like I got two free meals tonight…” He started to collect the limp body in his arms to dispose of it.

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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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mrsmikaelsxn · 1 year

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Kissing Tears

masterlist

pairing: stefan salvatore x female reader

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

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

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

song: take on the world - you me at six

You were asleep and it was a quiet night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smiles sadly and sits up.

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

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

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

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

#nina writes 🤭💗#the vampire diaries #stefan salvatore #stefan salvatore x you #stefan salvatore x reader #stefan salvatore oneshot #stefan salvatore fanfiction #stefan salvatore imagine #stefan salvatore fluff #stefan salvatore angst #the vampire diaries x you #the vampire diaries x reader #tvd

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Stefan x reader - what I’ve done

Can i request a Stefan Salvatore one where he turned off his humanity and ur the only one who can make him turn it on - Anon💜

You weren’t in town when it happened, if you were you would never have let him turn it off.

Now you were everyone’s only hope of fixing what Klaus had done, but trying to find Stefan was a mission and a half, but you managed to track the pair down to a small town nearby.

Walking into the bar, you looked around before spotting them sitting without a care in the world as the sipped their drinks and drank blood from the poor unsuspecting bar tenders.

“I didn’t think you’d find us so fast.” Klaus mused.

“Let him go.” You warned.

Klaus turned to face you, a smirk on his lips as he swirled his drink around in his glass.

“What’ll you do?” He chuckled.

You didn’t reply, because truth be told, what would you do? You couldn’t do anything.

Stefan didn’t even bother to face you, and that stung. The man who looked at you with nothing but love and adoration, who held you on your worst nights.

He simply sat there, eyeing up some people in the corner of the room with malicious intent.

“Stefan…” you called softly.

This made him finally turn, and the look in his eyes made you shiver.

“Go home.” Was all he said.

Klaus chuckled to himself and got up, walking away.

You walked over to Stefan and stood in front of him, searching his eyes for any sign of the old him being there, but you couldn’t find anything.

Stefan didn’t say anything, but he met your gaze with his cold and uncaring one.

“Stefan… I know you’re in there…” you whispered.

“It’s pointless.” He mused.

You shook your head.

“It’s not, because I know you Stefan, I know you’re in there. The real you.”

“This is the real me (Y/N)! Why can’t you see that! This is what I am!” He snapped.

“It’s not! This is what klaus wants! He wants you to be like this! But this isn’t you!”

Stefan’s hand tightened around his glass that hard it shattered under his grip.

He quickly stood up, and you stumbled back a step, flinching just a little as he slammed his hand on to the counter.

Something in his expression changed for a second, you could have sworn you saw regret, but just as quickly as it came it went.

“Leave.” He said calmly.

“Stefan I’m not going to give up this easily, you know me better than that. I know I can bring you back, and I will. Because I love you, and I don’t want you building your a huge pile of regret that you’ll never be able to forget.”

You gave him a sweet smile and held out your hand to him.

“What?” He asked.

“Please? I’ll leave after.”

Stefan sighed and held out his hand to you.

Taking it, you reached into your pocket and pulled out the necklace he gave to you, a promise he would always be with you.

It was a promise that no matter what happened, where you guys went, Stefan would always find his way back to you.

“You need it more than I do.” You whispered.

Closing his fingers around it, you let his hand go and walked out of the bar.

Klaus was leaning against your car, a smirked on his face as he stood up straight.

“Given up?”

“Not a chance in hell. Let him go Klaus, I swear to god let him go now.”

“Hm. Let me think. No.”

You walked in front of him, when you were close enough you quickly pulled a stake from your pocket and shoved it into his chest.

Klaus roared in pain, but it soon turned into laughter as he pulled it out before it could have any effect.

“You’re dead.”

He pinned you to your car, hand around your throat as he tightened his grip.

“You know what?” He whispered, “I’m not going to kill you… I’m going to make Stefan do it…”

He called the other vampire and he came rushing out, standing right next to klaus as his eyes bore into you.

You knew this was stupid, you had no plans of actually doing any of this, but seeing the flicker of emotion from Stefan when he scared you, you knew it was your only chance.

You had to try this, the absolute last resort, you had to try while you still knew where they were.

Even if it didn’t work, you knew you tried.

“Kill her.”

Klaus dropped you, leaving you gasping for air as you fell to the floor, hitting your head.

Blood trickled down your face as you slowly looked up.

“What?” Stefan asked.

“Kill her. Now.”

Stefan didn’t do anything.

Klaus grabbed Stefan by the shoulders, eyes boring into his as he smirked to himself.

“Kill her, and make her suffer…”

With that, he walked away.

“She better be dead when I come back out!”

Stefan looked down at you, watching you slowly stand up, leaning heavily against your car.

Stefan slowly reached out, but he hesitated.

“Stefan please…” you whispered weakly.

He didn’t say anything, he simply grabbed you and tossed you across the parking lot.

The pain flooding through your body was intense, it hurt so much, tears spilled down your face.

You tried to sit up but you couldn’t, every time you moved a scream of pain ripped through you.

Stefan slowly stalked his way over to you, standing just a few feet away as he watched you struggle.

That’s when he saw it.

The bit of metal you had snapped off when you went flying into the air.

It was stuck straight through your stomach, blood dripping from the end.

But it didn’t make him hungry, it didn’t make him want to drink every single drop of blood flowing through your body.

It made him sick.

Stefan’s hand slowly came up to his mouth, covering it as he crouched down, eyes meeting your teary ones.

“Just kill me…” you chocked out, “please…”

Stefan moved closer and you held eye contact with him.

“Stefan… it.. it hurts… please… make it end…”

He knelt next to you, hand slowly reaching out to brush some hair from your face.

“It’s.. it’s not your fault…”

His eyes brimmed with tears, he pressed his hand to the side of your face.

“I.. oh god.. I’m so.. I’m so sorry…”

Stefan bit his wrist, and fed you his blood, then he looked at the metal sticking through you and looked back at you.

“This is going to hurt…”

He reached around you, holding your head to his chest as he gripped it from the other side and quickly ripped it out.

You screamed and he quickly held you tighter.

“Come on, come on…”

He quickly picked you up and rushed you to your cat, sticking you in the back seat he jumped in the drivers side and sped away.

He had to get you as far away as possible, so he drove and drove.

He kept looking at you in the rear view mirror, and when he saw you head dropping he panicked.

Pulling up to some sleazy looking motel he got a room and rushed you inside, laying his jacket on the bed before resting you in it.

He felt your pulse, it was weak, but it was there, though your skin was deathly cold.

“Come on…” he whispered.

He wasn’t going to turn you, he promised to never do that until you agreed.

Looking at you deathly pale form, he couldn’t help but cry.

He did this.

This was his fault.

And nothing could ever fix what he’d done to you.

He couldn’t do anything, so all he did was call an ambulance and sit with you until it was close, then he left.

He couldn’t stand to look at you, look at what he’d done to the woman he loved.

So he left, hoping and praying you would make it through the night

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marie-swriting · 1 year

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Your gallery if you're dating...

Stefan Salvatore

Those pictures aren't mine, credits to owners !!!

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multiversediaries · 2 years

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forbidden attraction

dbf!stefan salvatore x reader

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

warnings: 18+, age gap, forbidden relationship, mentions of blood, pet names, strong language, smut!!

part count: 2/2

it has been a while since that day at the woods with stefan. you had stopped hunting with him. you just stopped all contact with him. you were avoiding him left and right. you needed to move on from him. he’d never want you. and you knew that.

avoiding him was quite hard. since he spent a lot of time at your house, with your father. so you made sure to always be out of the house whenever he came by. you came up with excuses whenever the salvatores invited you guys to their mansion. from having to study for your finals, to made up trips. you soon ran out of excuses.

you were forced to attend a small get together. your father was hosting it. everyone would come. elena, bonnie, caroline, matt, all of your friends. you felt so bad, unintentionally distancing yourself from your friends because of him. so you decided to appear even if it was for a few hours. stefan shouldn’t have this much control over you. it’s time you step up and take decision for yourself. your happiness.

“y/n! it feels like i haven’t seen you in so long!” elena exclaimed once she saw you. you giggled, wrapping your arms around her, embracing her in a tight hug.

“i’m glad to see you’re well.” you replied, grinning at your friend. she smiled, soon walking back to damon’s arms. your eyes locked with stefan’s, the smile on your face disappearing in an instant. you took a deep breath, shaking your head. tonight is about you.

the night has passed fairly quick. you were all sitting on the living room, drinking and catching up. the mikaelsons came back to mystic falls, after many years of living in new orleans. you wondered if they came to stay. your thoughts were soon interrupted by matt.

“how’s your transition going, y/n? i remember how it was for elena. i hope it’s not as difficult for you.” matt spoke, earning a soft smile from you. matt has always been so caring.

“it’s going well for now! i kinda dig it.” you confessed, elena laughing at your comment.

“at least someone likes it.” elena replied, a giggle leaving your mouth. you remember how hard it was on her. however, you liked it. you liked the thrill, the heightened emotions, everything.

“and the feeding?” bonnie shyly asked. she knew it was a sensitive topic. you sighed softly, feeling stefan’s eyes on you.

“caroline had been helping me hunt animals for now— just not ready for human blood.” you chuckled breathlessly, everyone nodding in understanding. however, you heard stefan chuckle under his breath, probably thinking how ridiculous it was, that you were avoiding him to the point of getting caroline to train you instead. it was absurd to him.

“you’re missing out.” damon said across the room. you rolled your eyes at him. you were about to reply. that was until your father spoke.

“y/n, dear. can you please go get some more liquor?” asked your father. you nodded, standing up from your seat and heading over towards the kitchen. you made it to the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing another bottle of liquor.

“it’s been a while since i last saw you, love.” you heard kol say behind you. you smiled, turning around to face him. he looked exactly the same. you hadn’t seen him since he left mystic falls, you were about eighteen by then.

“you haven’t changed at all, kol.” you smiled, leaning over the kitchen counter. kol chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving yours.

“well, you have. you have grown into a gorgeous young woman.” kol said softly, making your cheeks flush. you looked down, attempting to hide your obvious blush. it just felt so good to be seen as a woman.

“you think so?” you asked, insecurity running through your entire body. kol tilted his head in confusion. he couldn’t understand why you’d even ask something like that.

“of course, darling. why would you even think you’re not?” he asked, walking closer to you, placing a strand of your hair behind your ear. he lifted up your chin, truly bewildered at your comment. you were absolutely beautiful.

“what is it? is your boyfriend not appreciating you enough?” kol asked, and you laughed at his comment.

“boyfriend?”

“don’t you have a boyfriend?”

“of course not.” you replied, laughing. kol was dumbfounded.

“of course not?” he repeated, mostly baffled by the way you talked about yourself. how could such an attractive woman put herself down so much?

“do you want one?” kol asked, his eyes never leaving yours. your mouth almost dropped at his words.

“w—what?” you asked, stunned by the way kol seemed to be acting. you were truly shocked at the fact that the kol mikaelson, the extremely handsome original vampire, seemed to be flirting with you. you saw kol smirk, leaning down.

“well, do you?” he asked. you couldn’t hide your utter amusement. your cheeks red and warm. you giggled, looking down once again. kol chuckled, his hand now on your waist. you didn’t know how to feel about this. you didn’t knew how it felt to be looked at, and desired by anyone.

it felt so good.

“let me know if you happen to chance your mind, gorgeous. i’ll make it worth your while.” kol said, planting a soft kiss to your cheek. you bit your lip, trying your hardest to hide a smile. he chuckled, noticing your behavior.

“cute.” kol said, taking the liquor bottles into his hands and walking away from you, back to the living room. on his way out, he locked eyes with stefan, who was just standing by the door frame of the kitchen. stefan had listened. and he was unexplainably enraged. stefan walked closer to you, yet you hadn’t noticed him yet. you only stood, with a hand where kol’s lips just were. which made him even more furious.

“what the fuck are you doing?” stefan spoke up. you looked up, startled by him. you hadn’t noticed him until now. you sighed. you didn’t want to deal with this.

“not now, stefan.” you breathed out, already exhausted and the conversation hadn’t even started. you tried walking away from him, yet he held you back. you looked at him, shocked.

“why were you flirting with him?— he’s dangerous, what the hell are you thinking?” he asked, anger in his voice. you shook his hand off you, now irritated by him.

“why do you care?”

“i just do.”

“sure you do.” you replied, attempting to walk away from him again, yet to no avail.

“don’t you dare walk away from me— why have you been avoiding me?” stefan asked, annoyed by the way you were acting. you looked at him, amused.

“are you being serious?” you asked. stefan sighed, letting go off your arm. “you said i make you sick.”

“i did not say that.” he argued, towering over you. you laughed bitterly in reply.

“yeah, well, that’s what you implied.” you replied. stefan ran a hand through his head in annoyance. why were you acting like this?

“why are you acting like such a brat?” he asked through his teeth, he could feel his anger increase by the minute. you chuckled.

“i’m just a kid, remember?” you replied, angrily. you smiled sarcastically at him. that was the comment that broke something inside of him.

“is that what this is about, huh?” stefan asked, chuckling under his breath, pushing you against the counter. his two arms blocking your escape routs, as he leaned over you. “answer me, sweetheart.”you looked down at the ground. you were undeniably nervous, he was so dangerously close. you could smell his strong cologne. this was dangerous and you knew that.

“you just don’t— you don’t notice me.” you confessed, shyly. you frowned at your own words. “i’m a big girl now, stefan, but you only think of me as a kid, and it hurts, okay?” you said, looking up to meet his eyes. stefan only listened to you talk.

“i’m so in love with you, and you just don’t notice me, you— you never will.” you finished, looking down once again. stefan exhaled, hating himself for making you feel like this.

“oh, baby. is that what you think?” stefan whispered softly, his finger lifting up your chin to meet his eyes. “of course i notice you. i would notice you in a room full of people.” you tilted your head, confused.

“but you— you said—” you said, recalling that day at the woods. stefan interrupted you.

“i know what i said, alright? i didn’t mean any of that. it’s just— how do you think i feel? i’m crazy about my best friend’s daughter, for fucks sake.” stefan confessed. you froze in place.

crazy about you?

“i think about you every second of everyday. of how sweet you must taste, how gorgeous your moans must sound. fuck— you just don’t get it.” stefan said, his head leaning back, sighing. you were speechless, yet you kept getting wet by every word that left his lips.

“it’s wrong, i know it is. and your father’s going to fucking kill me. but god, i need to have you— need you to be mine.” stefan said, almost in a whisper, leaning down, his lips just hovering over yours.

“stefan…” you whimpered, squeezing your legs together. you couldn’t believe this was happening. stefan looked at your seductively.

“what is it, baby? you want me to stop, mhm?” stefan teased, his lips now leaving soft kisses by your neck. you bit your lip, hiding your moans. you cursed under your breath, shaking your head.

“then jump, baby.” stefan said, before helping you sit in the counter. his lips quickly attached to yours, kissing you with hunger. he wanted you so bad. “god, you don’t know how much i have fantasized about you, about this.” stefan said, his lips still attached to yours, you moaned into his mouth. you just can’t believe this.

“stefan— not here, we can’t—” you managed to speak between moans. stefan interrupted you by a rough kiss in your lips, his tongue completely dominated against yours. you just had the sweetest taste.

“i’ll be fast, i promise. i just need to taste you right now.” stefan said after breaking the kiss. he started kneeling in front of you, pulling your legs apart. he cursed under his breath, by the sight of your damped underwear. you were so thankful you wore a short skirt that night. stefan bit his lip, moving your underwear to the side, revealing your glistening cunt.

stefan didn’t lose another second and tasted you. his tongue licked you fully, moaning at your taste. you tasted heavenly. his mouth devoured you, as if he was a thirsty, dying man. your hands were tangled on his hair, and your legs rested on his strong shoulders. stefan’s hands laid on your thighs, holding you in place, making sure you wouldn’t pull away from him. he was far from being done with you.

“oh my god…” you moaned under your breath, needing to be quiet. but it was so difficult when stefan knew exactly what he was doing. he knew how to eat you out just right. you were in pure bliss, your eyes rolling back into your head, overwhelmed by the pleasure. it wasn’t just the way he was sucking, and licking your folds, but also the fact that it was him.

“you taste so much better than i imagined, doll. going to be so fucking addicted to you.” stefan grunted against your core. his lips sucking you desperately. you were a dream come true to stefan. he knew it was wrong. even if you were an adult, it somehow felt wrong. but he couldn’t stop the obvious attraction he felt towards you, after you became this breathtaking, mouthwatering woman.

“gonna come— please.” you whispered, the grip on his hair tightening, as you pushed him deeper into your core. his mouth worked wonders on you, until you came in his mouth. stefan licked you clean, as if he didn’t want to stop, because he didn’t. he stood back up, licking his lips afterwards. he bit his bottom lip, now standing between your open legs, his bulge brushing against you. you gasped.

“you’re mine. my girl— are we clear?” stefan said sternly, his face in the crook of your neck, planting sloppy kisses. your hand ran to his hair yet again, moaning silently.

“yours.” you whimpered in reply, nodding your head. “i’ve always been.” you finished, panting still. your other hand resting in his strong chest. stefan pulled away from your neck and looked at you, smirking. his thumb softly rubbed your bottom lip, a small grin on his face.

“such a good girl.”

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h31d1-jan3 · 1 month

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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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railingsofsorrow · 2 months

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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]

[all pictures belong to pinterest]

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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[alternate ending]

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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.

━━━━━

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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