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babeydollx · 3 months
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The Second Day of Kinkmas: Tit Fucking | Damon Salvatore
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Warnings: cursing, smut, sexual themes, tit fucking, minors dni
Pairings: Damon Salvatore x Female Vampire Reader
Summary: I really don't know what to put for a summary this time so lmao.
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© Maybanks-Luver 2023, please do not steal, copy, modify, repost, or translate my work.
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"I know you'd like it, baby." Damon said with a smirk. "Plus, I thought you wanted to try some new things. This way we could try something new and I would be able to see your tits, it's a win win." He said with a grin. You chuckled and shook your head. You always knew that when it came to Damon's preference sexually that he was more of a tit person and you had been waiting for him to bring tit fucking into the bedroom, you were just shocked that he hadn't done it sooner.
"Alright, we can try it out." You said with a chuckle as you looked up at him. "Well then, why don't we get these pesky clothes out of the way then." He said with a smirk as he pulled your shirt over your head before unclasping your bra and taking that off too. His hands reached up to kneed at the soft flesh of your tits before he gently squeezed your nipples, causing you to whimper.
He began to unbuckle his belt as you got onto the bed for him and sat on your knees. He laid his already hardened cock on the valley of your breasts. You used your hands to squeeze your breasts around his cock before he started to slowly begin to thrust. You looked up at him as he let out a soft moan. He began to pick up the pace of his thrusts, the quickened pace causing you to have a little bit of a harder time breathing.
You leaned your head down and started to lick the tip of his dick as he continued to thrust his cock between your squished tits. He looked down at you and watched you lick his tip only brought him closer to his release. You squeezed your tits together more as he thrusted faster. He thrusted a few more times before cumming on your breasts and on your tongue. You giggled and swallowed it before Damon pushed you down onto the bed. "Now it's your turn to cum." He said with a devilish smirk.
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Author's Note: tysm for reading!
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thecitysgraveyard · 9 months
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oh also toxic/yandere Damon? Xoxo (or just protective/jealous)
ah yes finally, a damon ask thank you nonnie for requesting and oh i made this kinda like a headcanon thingy if you don't mind :)
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damon is already quite a possessive person and when he becomes jealous he glares at the other person with the intention of murder on his mind
he has a bit of a problem controlling his anger when someone is flirting with you or just generally talking to you
when it gets too much for you and when you want to break up
he starts begging and crying for you not to leave him, he guilt trips you but you know in the back of your mind that this is all an act
though it might be just an act, he cares for you more than anything
after that little break up thing, damon is now more of everything that he already was
he's going to keep you his forever and has plans of transitioning you into a vampire too, just like him
and then you and him will be together forever
seeing you cry makes him feel good, it shouldn't but it does
maybe damon is a bit toxic in a way but he won't ever let you go now
there's no use in hiding or running anymore, since damon is a vampire he won't have any trouble finding you but he'll be very worried
he'll punish you too
and now you'll always be with him, forever
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honeybear-yammy · 1 year
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Hi!
Can you do a Damon X Reader smut where the reader loses her virginity to him and he is a softie!
Softer Than Silk
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Warnings: cursing, smut, sexual themes, p in v, soft!Damon, praise kink, soft sex, sex, loss of virginity, virgin!reader.
Pairings: Damon Salvatore x Female Human Reader
Summary: In which Y/N losses her virginity to her boyfriend, Damon Salvatore.
Requested: yes.
Author's Note: omg I actually love this request! :)
© Honeybear-Yammy, please do not steal, translate, copy, or transfer my work.
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"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Your boyfriend asked you softly as you shifted on the bed slightly from nervousness. You nodded a little before looking up into his gorgeous blue eyes. "Yes, I'm sure. I'm ready, Damon." You said with a soft smile before leaning up and giving him a gentle peck.
"Okay but, you need to tell me if anything gets too much or if you're uncomfortable or if you just want me to stop or anything. I need you to tell me okay, baby?" Damon asked. "Okay, I will." You nodded. "I- please promise me you will, Y/N." He said. "Yes baby, I promise I'll tell you." You said with a smile.
Damon nodded before leaning in slowly and kissing you. The kiss was slow and gentle but also passionate and hungry. You let your hands move up his shoulders and along his neck until your hands reached his raven black hair, your hands making home in his hair. Your fingers tangled in his hair as Damon gently bit down on your bottom lip, causing your mouth to open with a quiet gasp.
He took that opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth as the two of you made out. You and Damon continued to kiss for awhile before he pulled back. His hands began to play with the hem of your shirt before he looked back up into you eyes. "Is it okay if I take this off?" He asked. You nodded and raised your arms so he could pull the fabric off over your head before tossing it onto the floor somewhere.
His eyes trailed down to your lacey bra. You gave him a nod, silently telling him that it was okay for him to remove it so he did so. He unclipped your bra and you let the bra slide off your shoulders, revealing your breasts before letting your bra fall into your lap. You picked up your bra and tossed it onto the floor where your shirt was. Damon's hands came up to gently cup your breasts before he gave them a gentle squeeze.
You bit your lip softly and sighed as he did so. He continued to massage your breasts for a minute or two before leaning down to gently flick his tongue over your hardened nipple causing you to gasp. Damon did that a few more times before drawing your nipple into his mouth. You hummed softly and put your hands in his hair once again as he sucked on your breast. After doing that for a few minutes he switched to your other breast, giving it the attention it had not received yet.
He gently pushed you back so you were laying down on your back on the bed and he began to kiss down your stomach but, before he could reach your cunt, you ended up gently pulling him back up and kissing him passionately. Damon pulled away after a moment and looked at you concerned. "Did I do something wrong, baby?" He asked with a worried tone. "No, no, you did nothing wrong, baby. I just can't wait any longer." You said with a small smile as you gentle bit your bottom lip.
A smirk danced across Damon's lips when you said that and he kissed you once more before leaning over. Once he had leaned over he opened up the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a small silver packet from a box before closing the drawer. He used his teeth to rip open the silver packet before rolling the condom onto his hardened cock. He gently spread your legs, your wet center now exposed to him and the cold air.
He positioned himself between your legs, aligning his dick with your entrance. You laid there nervously, not knowing what to expect from all of this. You had some friends that had already had sex before and had told you about their experiences but, you were still worried about how it was going to play through. Damon could tell that you were still feeling anxious and he leaned up and kissed your forehead softly and lovingly. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked softly. You bit your lip softly and nodded slowly. "Yes, I'm sure, baby." You said with a small smile. "Okay but, remember, if at any point you want me to stop, I will. No question about it." He said. "I know." You said with a nod. "You ready, sweet girl?" Damon asked with a little smirk.
"Yeah, I'm ready." You said with a smile, still biting your bottom lip. He re-positioned your legs and he slowly pushed into your tight hole. You gasped and your back began to arch off of the bed as Damon pushed his length into your pussy. Tears welled up in your eyes from the feeling of being stretched out by his cock. Once he was settled in your cunt, he gave you some time to adjust to his size, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your cheek.
"It's okay, baby. I know it hurts but, you're about to feel so good I promise. Just tell me when you're ready to move, okay?" Damon asked. You nodded as a single tear fell from your watery eyes. He used his thumb to brush away the tear. After you felt that you were as adjusted you could be you decided that you should finally experience this. "Okay, I'm ready.." You said softly. "Are you sure?" He asked. You nodded. "Yes, I'm sure." You said with a gentle smile.
Damon nodded before he began to slowly and gently thrust into you. You felt a slight burn as he began to thrust. Your hands came up to your face and you covered your face as he continued to thrust into you at a slow, gentle pace. The pain quickly turned into pleasure and a moan escaped your lips. You removed your hands from your face before wrapping your arms around Damon's neck and shoulders. "Faster, please.." You whimpered needing more friction.
He obeyed your wishes and he began to thrust into you faster. The feeling was euphoric to you. Damon was your first time but, you could already tell that he had to be very skilled in bed. "Fuck, I love this pussy." Damon groaned out as he continued to fuck you. "Mm.. and I love your cock." You said with a giggle as you bit your lip before moaning out loudly. He slowly began to pick up his pace even more, his mushroom tip slamming into your g-spot over and over again. The feeling of his dick dragging against your gummy walls was immaculate. It was fucking perfect.
You then began to feel a burning feeling in the pit of your stomach. As Damon continued to fuck you, you could feel the feeling growing stronger and stronger with each thrust. As the feeling in your stomach grew, you clenched on his cock. "Fuck." He moaned out as you did so. "Are you gonna cum, babygirl? Are you going to cum for me?" Damon asked with a smirk. "Fuck! Yeah I'm gonna cum!" You moaned out loudly as his cock continued to drag along your gummy walls, the feeling of his dick plowing into you was the driving you crazy. "Come on, cum, cum for me princess." He said.
With that your back arched off of the bed, eyes rolling back, and you became a moaning mess as you gushed all over his hard cock. Damon thrusted into you a few more times before cumming himself. He continued to thrust into you as you both rode out your highs. His thrusts slowed to a stop before he slowly pulled his cock out of your pussy. He disposed of the now dirty condom before laying down beside you. You smiled and rolled over to Damon before snuggling into him. "Fuck, that was perfect." You said with a smile.
"I didn't go too far, did I?" He asked softly. You shook your head. "No, not at all. I loved it." You said with a smile. "Good." He smiled and kissed your head. "How about I'll go and get a bath started for you so you can relax, does that sound good?" He asked. "Yeah, as long as you come into the bath with me." You said with a grin. Damon laughed and kissed your forehead before getting up off of the bed. "Okay, sounds good." He said with a smile.
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Author's Note: tysm for reading!
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moremaybank · 1 year
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Hi I was wondering if you could do a Damon Salvatore x reader fic where reader wakes up to find Damon eating her out under the blanket?
MIDNIGHT SNACK — d.s
pairing damon salvatore x fem!reader
summary damon wakes up hungry in the middle of the night — hungry for you, that is
warnings 18+, oral (f. receiving), fingering
author's note haven’t written for damon in foreverrrr so i’m so happy to have written this
damon masterlist
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damon let a quiet groan slip from his lips as he slowly drifted out of his sleep. he extended his strong arms, stretching his muscles before peeling his eyes open. his gaze landed on you, sleeping soundly beside him. your back flat on the mattress, bare skin left to the cool air of his bedroom. left cheek smushed into the pillow, full lips slightly parted. eyelashes fluttering in your sleep, with your hair splayed all over the pillow, creating a sort of halo around your head. you looked like an angel, and damon just couldn't resist.
he slid his body further under the covers, maneuvering himself between your legs as he parted them with gentle hands. he licked his lips before he pressed open-mouthed kisses anywhere he pleased on the doughy flesh of your inner thighs, wanting to prepare himself for his favourite meal. he then pulled back to take a look at your pretty cunt; the one he found himself craving every single hour of every single day. if it was viable, he'd spend the rest of his days happily lapping away at your pussy. and for a vampire, that meant a very, very long time.
damon spat onto your core, watching it glide down your folds and to your entrance. his tongue darted out, licking a stripe upward until his lips wrapped around your clit. he swirled his tongue around it gently, savouring the sweet taste of you. you mewled languidly, slowly drifting into consciousness.
"mm, damon?"
"shhh. just relax, baby. let me take care of you," he whispered, massaging your inner thighs as he coaxed you.
you nodded, one hand finding purchase in his raven-coloured locks as damon went back to his task at hand. he sucked your sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth once again, sucking and tracing circles at it with his tongue, sending shockwaves through your body. your grip on his hair tightened as you held his face closer to your core.
"damon, more. gimme more," you pleaded, words slurred as you basked in the pleasure he was providing you with.
damon obliged, sinking his index finger into your weeping pussy. you gasp at the intrusion, your back arching off the bed as you basked in the satisfaction damon was giving you. your core was sensitive from the actions performed the night before, but all you wanted for was more. more of his kiss, more of his touch, more of him.
"come here. kiss me," you demanded, using your grip on his hair to tug him toward you. he grinned at you before his lips met yours, tongues mingling as he continued to stroke into you with his finger. he plunged another finger into you, the two of them curling upward while his thumb found your clit. he massaged it as your lips collided over and over, and you were rapidly approaching your peak.
you were panting into his mouth, whimpers dying on his lips as he kissed you feverishly. he pulled away before he began to nip at your neck with dull teeth, small love bites already starting to form.
"how do you wanna finish, angel? with my mouth or with my fingers?"
"both, please. want your mouth on me while you make me cum all over your fingers," you begged, gripping onto his broad arms.
once again, damon obeyed your command, bringing his face back to your core so he could lap you up again. you ground yourself against his tongue, and damon was quick to let you use him any way you wished. your cries grew louder and louder until suddenly, your high crashed over you.
damon let you ride out your high before he pulled back to look at you with a smirk, his lips and chin drenched in your release. "you taste way too damn good, sweetheart. want some more?"
"actually, i think it's my turn to taste you," you grinned, your hand circling around his length and giving it a light squeeze.
"hm. i'm good with that."
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mrsriddlenott · 4 months
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The Fourth Day Of Smutmas
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~ Santa Clause Is Coming To Town ~
Klaus Mikaelson x fem!Vampire Reader
Summary: When Klaus mysteriously returns from New Orleans, the Mystic Falls gang worries about what he’s planning, though his only plan is to convince you to join him for Christmas in The Big Easy, by any means necessary. Starting with lavish gifts, attention, and affections, and ending with his mouth wherever you wish it.
- Klaus is obsessed but not in a creepy way, vampire reader, platonic Damon x Reader & Stefan x Reader -
Warnings: 18+ Content!!Spoiling(gift giving, promises etc),ig kinda manipulation if you squint,f!Receiving Oral.
It was no secret that when Klaus first came to Mystic Falls he had only one thing on his mind, breaking his curse. But when he first saw you from behind the eyes of Alaric, he knew there was….something….so he of course ignored it. By the second time he came around you knew all about him and he you, something about you lingered with him, leading him to look into your past which only hooked him on further.
He was a forward man, anything he wants he goes for, so naturally he was hounding you left and right for the better part of year while him and his siblings ran rampant in your town. Though you were mysteriously never hurt, mentally or physically, something that didn’t go unnoticed by you. By the time Klaus was told of a plot against him in New Orleans, you were ready to accept him, his faults and all, and before he reluctantly left, you shared a heated kiss that stuck with the hybrid even all this time later.
Despite trying to disconnect himself and keep you safe from the enemies after his family and city, he couldn’t stop himself from calling you every once in a while, only feeding his desires to see you, feel you, smell you, for you. By the time Hope’s second Christmas started approaching, he realized she’d be starting to remember them soon, and decided you just had to be there so began planning to get you to enjoy the Holidays with him.
“Uh guys, you might….well you are gonna be upset but I need to tell you something,” Your voice was small and weak as you entered the main room of the Salvatore Boarding House where Stefan and Damon sat drinking bourbon. Damon, rude as usual, ushered you to speak faster as you tried to sputter out the words to tell them Klaus had left you a voicemail in the early hours of the morning to announce his eminent arrival.
“Well you see…” You were cut off by the sound of the large wooden door opening behind you allowing Klaus to saunter in with his usual air of confidence, swinging an arm over your shoulder with a smile that didn’t show his teeth, eyeing the brothers in front of him as though daring them to question his entry into their home.
“Oh come on….why the hell has Santa Klaus come to town,” Damon mocked, scoffing out a laugh as he chugged down the rest of his bourbon, standing from his seat, eyeing you with disappointment before returning his attention to the much stronger man, “We’re having one peaceful, happy, bullshit free Christmas this year and nowhere in that is the Original Hybrid needed,” Damon swayed his hands in a mocking manner as he spoke, he was coaxing him, he wanted to anger him and wanted to prove to you Klaus would rip his head off in a matter of seconds if it weren’t for you.
“Oh Damon,” Klaus sighed condescendingly with a shake of his head, “I’ve only come for y/n, she’s needed for my family’s….what’d you call it…” He feigned a questioning look as his eyes shifted around the room, “ah yes peaceful, happy, bullshit free Christmas, so if you don’t mind….”
“Woah woah woah, what do you mean? You can’t just swoop in and take y/n like she’s your property,” Stefan piped up, scoffing slightly as he crossed his arms over his chest despite Klaus’ eyebrows shot up his forehead to eye the much younger vampire.
“You are so dramatic,” Klaus laughed with a smile that didn’t meet his eyes, clearing his throat before continuing, “I haven’t come to kidnap her, I’ve come to ask her you idiot, and even if I had planned to walk in here and take her….neither of you could stop me.” Klaus was never fond of you living with the Salvatores, especially Damon, but he also recognized their close bond to you and their obvious love for you. He wouldn’t hurt them unless they hurt you, he knew you would never forgive him for that and he just would not stand for that.
With a roll of your eyes you tugged Klaus’ hand, pulling him down the hall away from the brewing argument and toward your large bedroom. “Why’s this room so close to Damon’s?” Klaus’ narrowed, distrusting eyes seemed to search the room and hallway before shutting the wood against the frame and turning back to you.
“He likes to be closer so he can hear if somethings happening faster….he’ll deny that though,” you chuckle awkwardly, you hadn’t been alone with Klaus in almost two full years. Your eyes fell to his hands as he dig into his coat, tugging out a long, silver wrapped box with a golden bow on top, so neatly done that you were sure he had compelled someone to do it perfectly.
“I got you something, come here” He ushered you towards him with two of his fingers. His gravely, authoritative voice you loved so much sending shivers down your spine as you approached, unable to deny him of anything he asked of you in that tone. “There’s more waiting for you under my tree in New Orleans.” Klaus calmly stated, making you cringe slightly as you approached him, stopping only a foot in front of him before speaking.
“Look Nik, I’m sure that whatever that is is lovely and I’m sure all the others are too but if you’re only giving me that to get me to come back with you than I can’t accept it.” You sighed, meeting his eyes for only a second before watching your feet. Klaus stepped forward, almost pressing against you as the air grew warmer, gripping your chin and forcing you to meet his eyes again, genuinely smiling down to you once you did.
“No Love….this is yours whether you come with or stay and if you don’t accept my invite I’ll bring the rest to you. Whatever happens to them after is up to you, leave them, open them, donate them, whatever you want,” His warm hand moved to yours, shoving his gift box into your palm as he watched you expectantly, your brows scrunched together as you narrowed your eyes at him before realizing he was being honest.
You tore through the paper cautiously with a smile, revealing the long black velvet box that opened to reveal a simple golden necklace with a simple wolf charm in the middle, “I usually go for diamonds but I know my girl well enough to know you’d prefer both,” he stated simply before pulling out another perfectly wrapped silver package, this time much smaller. You wasted no time in ripping through and opening the small box to reveal a ring with a thin silver band adorned with a large diamond.
Your eyes shot up to his as you removed the ring from it’s confines with a shocked expression, “Now I know what you’re probably thinking, but when I propose to you that rock will me much larger and,” As he waved a hand around your room with slight grimace on his face, “we’ll be in be a much more extravagant setting….Paris perhaps?”
“Nik….this is too much I….” You couldn’t form words as you looked between the pieces of jewelry, “I can’t accept these not when Hope is so young and Hayley she deser-“ Klaus laughs at your response, eyeing you as though to ask you a question simply with his eyes, before chuckling again with a soft apology.
“Do you really think I can’t get all my favorite girls their gifts? Trust me Hope and Hayley will have plenty of presents, in fact they’re next to yours right now, if you want to get going I’m sure you’ll see them.” Klaus waved his hand towards your door, looking to you expectantly as though waiting for you to walk out before him.
“I can’t just leave with you out of nowhere Klaus,” You sighed, setting your gifts down on your bedside table before rubbing at your eyes as the man stood in front of you again, waiting for a different response, “It- it’s not that I don’t want to okay….I just can’t.”
“Why not?” He asked, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion, his voice exasperated as he turned his hands up dramatically, “Come on what’s keeping you from leaving with me? I’ll keep you safe.” His voice was growing strained, he was beginning to plead with you now, grabbing at your sides as if to remind you of his ability to shield you from harm.
“My friends are here Klaus, the only real friends I’ve had for over a century, I’m not just leaving them” You spoke, narrowing your eyes to him as though asking him to reveal a hidden meaning before turning away from his touch and avoiding his pleading eyes by tiding your bed covers, adding in a small voice, “My friends who do not trust you with me by the way.”
“It’s not like you’ll never see them again, I’m not trying to hold you captive I’m trying to give you a nice Christmas.” You could hear in his voice that he was upset, he was losing patience and wanted, no needed, a flat out response, “Love, please I’m practically begging on my knees here”
“Maybe you should be on your knees,” you joked under your breath without thinking about the mans enhanced hearing well beyond yours or the vampires you’re usually around, only realizing your mistake when you turned to find his eyebrows that had shot up his forehead in surprise. His eyes trailed down your body and back up again, reading you to make sure he heard you correctly before speaking, “Sit.”
“Wha-“ His deep, dark eyes locked into yours in a silent order, halting your question before it was formed as you immediately flopped down on the bed behind you. Your wide eyes followed his actions as he slowly grew closer to the bed with purposeful steps, “You’ll be a Good Girl and tell me to stop when you don’t like what I’m doing won’t you?”
You nodded your head in understanding, putting a halt to his agonizingly slow steps as his head tilted to the side in a questioning and demanding stare, “Yes I will,” You stuttered, your throat beginning to dry, your head falling back to maintain eye contact as Klaus stopped in front of you, just to drop to his knees. His warm, rough hands surrounded your ankles, tugging them apart lightly to settle himself between your legs, his eyes never leaving yours. He smelled intoxicating, his scent wrapping you in a blanket of comfort as his hands slowly rubbed up and down your legs, stopping just before the hem of your dress each time. “Please y/n. Will you please come to New Orleans for Christmas, it’ll make my year.”
“I don’t kneel for just anyone and I think you know that,” as he spoke it felt as though his power he prided above anything for 1,000 years began to seep out of him and into you, “You’re the only woman on this planet that I can’t get out of my head, I’ve had women on every continent drooling at my feet for the better part of a millennium but you, my Darling, are the only one I will ever drool over.” Your resolve was beginning to crumble, the feeling of his soft kisses to the top of your legs between words had you sighing in contempt, your confidence growing with each second.
“What can I do to get you to join me hm?” He punctuated himself with a kiss to the center of your thigh, moving his lips higher before he spoke again, “I’ll buy you anything, I’ll do anything.”
Your hand melted into his stawberry curls, watching his lips form a smile as he realized he’d won, “You seem to love using your mouth….so maybe start there.” His eyes shot to yours, chuckling to himself at your false dominance, he loved being in control and whether you realized it yet or not, he was.
Your back slammed against your mattress in less than a second, Klaus’ firm hand held against your stomach, using his hybrid strength to keep you down. He vibrated against you with pure energy, growling against the flesh of your thigh while kissing a trail to your core, eyes going a golden yellow as the scent of your arousal filled his senses. You leant up on your elbows to watch him, the feel of his prominent fangs that would scare almost anyone else scraping your skin with each featherlight kiss building an ache in your lower abdomen, the sense of danger was overwhelming, knowing that at any moment he could dig into you, infecting you with his venom just so he could taste you. The thought of him losing control and having to cure you from the toxin with his blood had you subconsciously tugging your lip between your own fangs that surfaced from your gums at the sight of him shoving your dress upward once his lips met it.
His fingers effortlessly slipped into your lace underwear, filling the room with the sound of ripping fabric before delving into you with his expert tongue, forcing your hips to jolt up against his hold on you, “Holy fucking shit,” Klaus immediately began drawing figure eights on your desperate clit, sighing in pleasure at just your taste and immediately needing more.
You were dripping for him, filling the room with the sound of your pleasure as he lapped against you, focusing on the strokes of his tongue against your center the same way he would a brush against art. Your high was fast approaching, faster than ever before, you wigged against his grip desperately trying to ease the growing tension in your body but he didn’t let up. Fingernails digging into your flesh as you legs shook, your eyes screwed shut, falling back onto the bed with a sigh of a moan attempting to will yourself to last longer, to prolong your pleasure as though you would never feel it again.
His strokes danced between your entrance and your puffy, needy clit he was beginning to adore, wishing to give you a teaser of what awaited you in his bed in his city. His lips sucked around you, egging on your moans of pleasure from above him until they turned into small whimpers and whines of need. Your mind was hazy, it’s only focus being the tickle of his beautiful hair against your thighs, the scratch of his stubble marking your flesh as his perfect, silver tongue pulled out the first of many shaking orgasms he would give you as his Queen.
“You taste absolutely amazing,” He pushed himself forward, weighing down the bed beside you as you tried to regain focus, “If you pack quickly you may get another gift before we leave.” He chuckled, smacking at your still exposed thigh before pulling you into a desperate kiss he’d waited far too long for.
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Not proud of this one smut wise but I think it’s super cute 🥰
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perseephoneee · 3 months
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Pls write about damon salvatore x y/n going skiing
ski cabin (damon salvatore x f!reader) {ficmas 2023}
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꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ happy day 10 of ficmas!
warnings: damon, smut (i censor it so you can skip!): fingering, blood-sharing, unprotected vamp sex
a/n: i tried writing smut. might be a failure. might not. i have no clue. i just work here. also i wrote this while watching the matrix and eating homemade nachos
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Once upon a time, your life resembled a sense of normalcy. And then you met the Salvatores. Vampire brothers who seemed to attract trouble no matter where they went, and somehow, they had clung themselves to your life. You would love to blame Elena for this. Still, truthfully, you also had a fascination with their propensity for idiocracy and probably landed in this situation alone. The situation? Being a target for whatever big bad it was this week. 
It was decided that people should split up to minimize their chances of being caught. Unfortunately, you ended up with Damon Salvatore. Damon was the oldest of the Salvatore brothers and the most annoying. He was morally grey, somewhat self-serving, and handsome in a way that should be illegal. Sometimes, you thought he might be fond of you, but then he'd say something sarcastic and mean, and you'd remember why you loathed being around him. Since everyone split up, you and Damon opted to go to one of the nearby mountains, ending up at some ski lodge that some families would use more for vacation than for hiding. It was snowy, and the ice bit your cheeks as the wind tried to push you back aggressively. You sighed in relief when you finally got to the resort lodge and could breathe warm air. Annoyingly, Damon was barely frazzled. 
"We should ski," Damon said to you. You brushed your fingers through your hair, trying to get snow out as you glared at him. 
"I don't ski."
"Quitters talk," Damon sighed, taking in his surroundings. "Besides, what else is there to do? Besides each other." He whispered that last part to you, that stupid half-smirk on his face. You slapped him in the arm. He was a compulsive flirt at the worst of times. He also loved to ignore you when you expressed disagreement with what he said. So, he rented skis (he had no money, so you guessed compulsion) and forced you to suit up. You tried biting him when he attempted to help you, but you think that only added fuel to his fire. Waddling outside was even worse, as you relied on him most of the time. Looking at the snow-capped hills made fear grip your heart. You wished that the enemy would just kill you already. "Why do you look like you're going to throw up?"
"I don't like this."
"It's fun. We could be brooding in a cabin like my brother, but instead, we're in the great outdoors," Damon laughed. You tried shifting on your skis but felt your knees lock up. "Seriously, what's your problem?"
"I like having control over whether my body is going to eat shit or not."
"You and your control," Damon grumbled. "Y/N, learn to live a little." Shockingly, Damon was weirdly patient with you as he showed you the basics of skiing. He even helped you down the bunny slopes with minimal teasing. He taught you how to pizza, and when you felt yourself start to slip, he'd grab you and hold you upright. It was one of the few times where you weren't sniping at each other the whole time and instead actually having fun. Your body was exhausted when you returned to the lodge, and you were thankful to take off all the warm and heavy gear. Unsurprisingly, Damon immediately got himself a glass of bourbon. You got a hot chocolate and enjoyed picking the whipped cream off with your finger and licking it off. While you enjoyed your dessert, Damon went to find an available room in the lodge. He came back a few minutes later with a devilish smirk on his face. 
"I don't like that look," you mumbled, sipping more hot cocoa. 
"Guess what, princess? The only room left is a single bed," Damon fell next to you on the couch, throwing his arm around you against your protests. "Guess we'll be sleeping together after all."
"You're ruining my quality hot cocoa time," you hissed, pulling away from his arm. He just laughed, as he never took your threats that seriously. Why should he? You were human. He was a vampire. It was an unfair fight. 
You hadn't packed much when you ran, so you just tossed your backpack in the corner of your room when you got there. It was a queen-sized bed, at least, with an ensuite bathroom and winter cabin appeal. There wasn't a couch, just a scratchy-looking chair. You could sleep on the floor. 
"You're not sleeping on the floor," Damon said behind you, almost scaring you half to death. 
"I didn't say anything."
"I can hear you thinking," Damon muttered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine at his proximity. He went to the lounge on the bed, laying back against the pillows, every bit emulating Adonis with how he wrapped his arms around the back as his face caught the light streaming through the window. Sometimes, you wondered whether Damon's favorite form of torture was just being the object of desire that was unattainable. Yes, he drove you up a wall, but you weren't stupid. He could be loyal when he wanted, and his body alone was sculpted by some vain artist who wished to achieve perfection. You could see his arm muscles, the sunlight dancing across his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, and his lips. His eyes were the color of the sky reflected on the snow, a dangerous blue. Like a wolf just waiting for its prey to slow enough to make its bite. "Admiring the view?" he purred, turning to look at you. 
"Admiring a view, not necessarily you." You stepped closer into the room, removing the scarf and jacket around your neck. You kicked off your boots, leaving you in just your sweater and jeans. You pretended not to notice him watching your movements. There was a desk against the wall; you sat at the chair and faced Damon, curling your legs up under you. 
"You're scared of me," Damon said, turning back to face the window. 
"Am not," you huffed. 
"You think I'm gonna bite you?"
"Yes," you answer plainly. Frankly, you had yet to learn where you stood with Damon. Sometimes, he treated you like garbage; other times, you thought he would give up everything to protect you. 
"Come here," Damon sat up, moving to the end of the bed. You look at him with confusion. He huffs in frustration, grabbing you and pulling you onto the bed with him. You fall against the pillows with a yelp, glaring at the vampire as he sits back next to you. "I would never hurt you."
"You're not always the nicest," you mumble. "Sometimes I can't tell."
"Y/N, look at me," Damon grabbed your chin, forcing you to face him. "I'm damaged goods, but don't think that I would agree to hide out here with you if I didn't care. I do care. A lot." He brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear, his touch gentler than expected. "The best thing about returning to Mystic Falls was meeting you."
Damon was never a subtle person, and he doesn't try to be one now as he leans down and kisses you. His hand cups your face, tilting your head back so he can deepen the kiss. You let out a sigh of contentment, which just fuels him further. He tasted like bourbon, and you found you enjoyed it. 
*smut!!! proceed only if you want to*
Your hand found its way to his hip, fisting the fabric as he moved to be above you. He was assertive but not rough, and it was something you appreciated. His hand dipped under your sweater, feeling its way to your waist and under your breasts. You let out a gasp as he moved his lips to your neck, leaving nips and kisses and, most likely, many marks. Your hand flew up to his hair, gripping the raven locks and causing him to growl. 
"You drive me crazy," he mumbled, helping you pull your sweater over your head. He kissed you again, his hand running over the smooth skin of your stomach. He pulled away when you shrank back, hesitant. "You're beautiful, don't worry." He dropped down, kissing over the expanse of your belly, helping you feel more comfortable. He kissed his way up to your bra, for once looking unsure. You gave him a smile as you sat up, reaching behind to unhook your bra and toss it aside. Damon wasted no time planting kisses and licks over, under, and in between your breasts. The moan you let out was embarrassing, but Damon was just encouraged. He came back up to your lips, his fingers still playing with your nipples. 
"I see you like my mouth now," Damon whispered. 
"I hate you," you kissed his jaw, leaving bites down his neck. It was your turn to smirk when he became the one making noises. Your hands ran under his shirt, feeling the muscles in his shoulders. He sat back to remove it, and you spent a second admiring his figure. The both of you feeling impatient, you pulled off both your pants, so you were left in your underwear. Damon flicked the waistband of your grey panties with a bow in the middle. 
"Cute."
"Do you always talk this much?"
"Only to girls I like."
You rolled your eyes, smiling at the boy as his hands ran up your thighs. You pulled him down for a scorching kiss, already addicted to his lips on your own. One of his hands ran between your thighs, lightly touching your clothed center. You hissed into his mouth, and he only smirked. 
"Can I remove these?" Damon asked, looking at you. You nodded, shirking them so you were completely bare. You felt so vulnerable and yet comfortable in his presence. You sighed in pleasure when his finger found your clit, circling it with just the right amount of pressure to make you crazy. When he entered you with his fingers, his thumb replacing the gentle motions on your clit, you let out a moan that was almost pornographic. You buried your head in his neck as he pumped his fingers in and out. If his touch was this heavenly, you weren't sure you were capable of learning what else he could do. You moved your hand to his briefs, but he nipped your jaw as a warning. "No touching." He removed his hand, leaving you feeling empty and disappointed. You were about to deliver a sarcastic retort. Still, it died on your tongue as he removed the last piece of clothing, and you were faced with his better-than-average member. Damon grabbed your calves, pulling you farther down the bed and situating himself between your thighs. He kissed you hard, lining himself up before pushing in slowly. The stretch was a lot, but the pleasure overrode it as you felt your head drop back in a moan. 
"Fuck," you swore, wrapping yourself around him as he started to move. He fit you in a way you hadn't experienced before, and you weren't sure who you'd become when he left you empty. 
"I should've done this sooner," Damon groaned, kissing your neck and shoulder. He let out a hiss of pleasure when your nails scraped across his shoulder blades. He pulled out, sitting back against the headboard and pulling you onto his lap. He helped you sit back down on him before you had time to complain about the temporary emptiness. His hands grabbed your thighs, helping you bounce on him. Both of you moaned, and your head fell back as you fell into a rhythm. 
"The sight of you coming apart on my cock, tits bouncing, is the best thing I've seen in my life," Damon smirked, leaning forward and attaching himself to one of your tits. You had no clever retort, nothing to match the sense of euphoria you were experiencing. You noticed the veins under Damon's eyes and used your thumb to brush them gently. 
"You can bite," you whisper, eyes widening at the dark overtaking his eyes, but you aren't scared. He didn't go for your neck like you thought; no, he sunk his fangs into the top of your tits. One of his hands gripped your hip, the other reaching between your legs to circle your clit. It was so much pain and pleasure at once that you raced towards a finish you had been nearing for a while. You came with a shout, head falling onto Damon's neck. He came after you, fangs detaching and a growl leaving his lips. 
*end of smut*
You separated, falling to rest next to Damon. He pulled you into his side, biting his wrist and touching your lips. You accepted the blood hesitantly, letting it coat your throat before pulling away. He kissed the top of your head, one of the most domestic things you had ever experienced. 
"Damon," you whispered, tracing his chest with your fingertip. He looked at you in question. "I would be open to being yours." You see a boyish smile on his face, something that makes him look the age he was turned and not the age he is now. 
"I think that can be arranged," he said, kissing you again. 
The next day, he took you skiing again, but you kissed at the bottom of the slope this time. 
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A Hunting Trip (Part 4)
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pairing: dean winchester x reader x damon salvatore
synopsis: a crash course in self defence  - *yn* finally tells dean and sam what's been going on in mystic falls. dean takes it upon himself to make sure she can keep herself safe.
warnings: fluff, angst, swearing
notes: i love this chappy so much, am so happy to be back writing x
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"Just this one here."
Dean followed *yn*'s index finger to guide the impala into the driveway.
*yn* still couldn't believe that John had given Dean his car.
"Oh great, here come the million and one questions." Dean grumbled.
The rumbling engine must have alerted Sam, because he was already hurrying down the porch steps towards them. The two hopped out of the impala just as Sam reached the car.
"Where the hell have you been?" He threw his hands up in the air before perching them on his hips. His gaze firm as he glanced between the two, much like a stern mother.
"Why don't you just calm down and hold your questions till we get inside detective." Dean responded. Definitely not the right thing to say.
"Calm down?" Sam looked at him in disbelief. "I thought something had happened, you weren't answering your cell and *yn* was being all cryptic on the phone."
"Well we're here now and in one piece." Dean gestured between him and *yn*. "Although slightly traumatised."
"I'm going to explain everything, come on." *yn* patted Sam's shoulder in apology before moving past the boys to scale the porch staircase.
Sam shot Dean one last unimpressed look which Dean pretended to not see as they followed after *yn*.
"So this is your place huh?" Dean asked her as she slid her key into the front door.
"Yep, home sweet home."
The house was unexpectedly sparse. A single couch and small television occupied the living room. There was no art or pictures on the walls. Dean could see a film of dust coating the small coffee table that stood at the entrance.
It was like no one lived here.
She poked her head out of the door, scanning the quiet suburban street once more. Dean turned to look at her at the sound of the soft click of the lock sliding into place.
"I really doubt that lock's going to do much good if one of your friends wants to get in."
"Vamps can't enter a home unless they're invited in by the owner." She shot back as she placed her keys on the entry table.
"Smart ass." She grumbled under her breath as she shrugged off her jacket.
"I don't need super vamp hearing to hear you, you know." Dean remarked as his eyes slid over every inch of the house.
"I'm sorry, did you just say vampires?"
"Oh you have so much to catch up on Sammy." Dean patted his shoulder as the brothers followed *yn* down the hallway and into the kitchen.
"Take a seat, you guys want something to drink?" *yn* gestured to the dining table.
"We're fine thanks."
Sam's brows had started to do that twitchy thing they did when he was anxious.
Dean turned to look at his brother incredulously. "Speak for yourself." He turned to *yn*. "I'll take anything that even slightly resembles alcohol."
She nodded knowingly, "that I can definitely do."
Dean's eyes fell on the open fridge door as *yn* disappeared behind it.
For the first time since they'd stepped foot in this place, there was evidence that someone lived here. Photos stuck under tacky mystic fall magnets were strewn haphazardly over the door's surface. He could make out photos of her and Elena in cheer uniforms and a few others with people that he had recognised around town. One of her and Damon laughing was front and centre.
None of her dad, or him and Sam, or anyone from her childhood for that matter.
"Will this do?"
Dean quickly averted his gaze as *yn* popped her head around, two bottles of beer on show.
"That'll do perfectly." A grin appeared on her face as she shut the door with her foot and came over to sit with the pair at the table.
Dean thanked her with a nod as she slid the bottle over to him. Sam looked like he was about to combust as he watched the pair take a sip from their drinks.
The silence stretched on. For the first time a look of uneasiness crossed *yn*'s features as she placed the bottle down onto the oak.
"I don't really know where to start."
The admission seemed to soften Sam's urgency. As she sat in front of them and fiddled with her fingers, it was like they were suddenly back in a hotel room, waiting for their dads to finish a hunt. Like they were trying to pretend that they were normal, even for a few hours.
"The beginning seems like a good place." His words were gentle as he studied the girl in front of him.
She bit her lip and glanced at the clock on the wall opposite her.
"Take your time, we want to know everything." Dean was the one who spoke this time, and even he had taken himself by surprise at how calm he sounded.
What was more surprising was that *yn* didn't shoot back with a sarcastic remark or roll her eyes. Instead, a grateful look flashed across her features as she nodded.
"Ok."
So, the beginning was where she started. She told them everything, from the day that her dad died to when they'd shown up. About how it was a regular job and he'd been taken by a nasty spirit and the next thing she knew, she was being moved from home to home.
She told them about vampires and werewolves and witches and dopplegangers. About humanity switches and sunlight and stakes. She told them about the Founder's Council, about the Salvatores. She told them about Katherine and the tomb vampires. She told them about Klaus, about his obsession with making an army of hybrids. She told them about the original family and the coffins, about Stefan's fixation on getting revenge on Klaus.
She did decide to leave some details out, mainly about Damon's less... morally ok decisions and the people that her friends had killed along the way. But she did tell them about her friends, about her new family, about Alaric and Sheriff Forbes, about the bonds that they had all created during this time. About the fact that she was going to a real high school now, with real teachers and real prospects of college.
The whole time their eyes did not leave her. They nodded, smiled, grimaced (a lot) and asked questions occasionally. But there was not one moment where they were not one hundred percent focussed on her. And as she talked, *yn* realised just how desperate she was to tell someone outside her mystic falls circle about what was happening. Someone from her past. Someone who could understand and sympathise with just how messed up her life had been.
As she talked, it was like she could visualise the bonds of their relationship slowly begin to repair after so many years of disuse.
"And, I think that pretty much brings it up to today."
She could feel the brothers' eyes on her as she brought the bottle to her lips and finished the remnants of the liquor in one foul gulp.
"I uh-" She watched as Sam cleared his throat, his eyes darting to look at Dean before turning to her.
"I think I'll take that beer now."
A soft smile presented itself on her lips. The chair scraped against the floor. The sound bounced off the bare walls.
"It's a lot to process."
Dean watched as *yn* disappeared behind the fridge door once more.
"If it hadn't happened to me I wouldn't have believed it." Dean's eyes never left the photos plastered in front of him as he spoke.
"So what, he literally just locked eyes with you and like... mind controlled you or some crap?"
"It's called compulsion, and yes that's what they do." *yn* corrected Sam as she made her way back to the table.
"Right sorry, he compelled you to just do whatever he wanted?"
"Pretty much yeah."
Sam resisted the urge to roll his eyes as Dean shrugged. "And if you ingest that herb you were taking about- varvin?" He continued.
"Vervain. And here." Sam raised a brow but still muttered a thank you as he took the beer and a bottle of water from her outstretched palm.
Upon closer inspection he noted the strange herb swirling around in the bottle, making the water slightly discoloured.
"It doesn't taste bad." *yn* commented when she noticed the sceptical look on his features.
"Bottoms up Sammy." Dean clapped him on the shoulder as Sam unscrewed the cap and brought the bottle to his lips.
"And this really works?" He asked once he'd taken a large gulp of the liquid.
"You don't have to ingest it. You can wear it in something like a necklace and that will protect you too." She raised her wrist to reveal a bracelet dangling from her wrist.
"Me personally, I like to do both because if they yank it off you, you're screwed. Best to cover all your bases. You can incorporate into all sorts of weapons too, the stuff's a nightmare for them."
Her eyes darted between the brothers and raised a brow when she noted the looks on their features.
"What?"
"Nothing it's just uh-" Sam cleared his throat and glanced at Dean out of his peripheral. "I'm a bit confused as to why you're telling us all of this stuff. Given a lot of your friends are..."
"Vampires? You can say it." *yn* mused as she twisted the cap off her second beer. "And yes, they are my friends. But so are you. And unfortunately most vampires aren't as nice. I want you guys to be protected."
"You might want to consider getting better friends if that's what you consider friendly." Dean muttered under his breath.
"Given I'm in a generous mood, I'll choose to ignore that." Her answer made the side of Dean's lips twitch up into a smirk.
"Lucky me."
The pair locked eyes as *yn* brought the glass to her lips. He was taunting her, dangling his words in front of her like bait on a hook. Begging her to take a bite.
Her instincts were screaming at her, the words literally falling off the edge of her tongue. But the knowledge that she had to convince them to leave town was what prevented them from falling off the precipice.
"So you guys going to tell me why John's left you to fend for yourselves or what?"
"Oh come on." She continued when she saw them exchange looks. "Given I've just trauma dumped on you guys I think it's only fair you both tell me what you've been up to."
"We'd been hunting together for a few years and then he went on a trip." Dean spoke after a few moments. "And he didn't come back."
Trust Dean to include all the important details.
"That was when Dean came to get me from Stanford and-"
"Woah wait Stanford, as in Stanford University?" *yn* cut him off, her eyes growing wide.
"Uh yeah, I was studying law there."
"Sam that's amazing oh my god." *yn* breathed out, a grin spreading across her lips as she studied him.
"Thanks, I guess." Sam ducked his head down as a smile spread across his lips, unable to hide himself as her excited energy seeped into him.
"Don't be so fucking modest you dork." She laughed, "we always knew you were the nerd of the group."
She didn't miss the way Dean's small smile didn't quite reach his eyes as he studied his brother.
"John must have been really proud."
She instantly knew that she had hit a nerve when Sam's smile faltered, anger flashing across his features briefly before he regained his composure.
"Something like that."
Tension pulsated through the room as Dean pursed his lips at Sam's words. *yn* could almost see the wall go up between them.
Jesus what had she missed while she was gone?
"Anyway." Sam cleared his throat. "We went looking for him, to the town we knew he was working a job."
"No dad but there was a job. Spirit, nasty bitch too." Dean remarked, shaking his head and taking a deep drink of his beer at the memory.
"Dean dropped me back home and when I got there-" Sam looked down, a lump in his throat as he felt a rush of heat, like those flames were still licking at him, burning him from the inside.
"Jess, Sam's girlfriend, she was uh- well- she died just like our mum did."
A pregnant pause filled the room. *yn* blinked rapidly as she tried to process the information.
"Like, the exact way-"
The boys nodded solemnly.
"Fuck." She exhaled as she studied Sam. She fought the urge to reach over and take his hand.
"Jesus Sam, I'm so sorry."
"Thanks *yn*." A sad smile flitted across his features. He was unable to hide the anguish in his eyes. She knew he blamed himself for his girlfriends death. He was a Winchester, they were masters of self flagellation.
"Ever since then we've been trying to find dad."
"So what, he just took off without a word and you haven't heard from him since?" *yn* found it hard to believe that he would leave his sons without an explanation. Then again, it was John Winchester, he wasn't ever exactly going to win father of the year award.
"I've spoken to him, he gave me coordinates of another job." Dean answered her.
"That was it? No explanation of where he is?"
"That was it." No matter how good his poker face was, even Dean couldn't conceal the resentment on his face from her.
"We think he's got a lead on the thing that killed mum and that he doesn't want us involved." Sam explained.
"Right." *yn* nodded. "All the more reason for you to keep trying to find him then."
Dean's lips twitched, "trying to shake us already huh?"
"You are a pain in the ass..." She teased, "But it's not like that. I'd love for you to stay.. but you can't. It's not safe."
The mood visibly shifted. Dean's jaw tightened at her words, the veins in his hand protruding as he gripped the beer bottle. She could feel him shutting down already. So instead, she leant forward in her chair and locked eyes with Sam, praying that she could at least get through to him.
"Look, it won't take Klaus long to find out you're hunters. He probably already knows. And you two could be the best hunters in the entire fucking world, you still wouldn't have a chance against an original vampire."
She shifted her imploring gaze to Dean, swallowing the lump in her throat when he refused to meet her gaze.
"I've already lost my dad, I'm not losing you two." She twisted her fingers around each other as she tried to keep her voice steady and calm.
"You need to go and find your dad."
"Well that's ironic." Dean chuckled humourlessly.
*yn* frowned at his words. "What are you talking about?"
"He led us right to you."
"He's been leaving us clues - coordinates." Sam clarified when he saw her confusion.
"In his journal and stuff. There was a whole section on Mystic Falls, about all the mysterious animal attacks and missing persons."
"You think he knew?" Her question illicited a shrug.
"He knew something supernatural was going on. Hard to say if he suspected vampires."
She nodded, her mind was now racing even faster than it already had been. Not only did she have to worry about Klaus, but she also had to worry about word getting out in the hunter community about what was going on here.
"You have his journal?"
Sam nodded. "I'll go get it."
All she could do now was see what sort of information John had collected, what was available for hunters to find that would lead them to the town.
Dean wordlessly fished out his keys and handed them to Sam. His green eyes locked with hers as he did so, and *yn* swore he could read her mind in that moment.
She pushed the chair back, letting it scrape loudly on the wood. She could feel Dean's eyes still on her as she disappeared from view to pull open the storage cupboard under the staircase that led up to the second floor.
The shoe box was in plain sight. She reached up on her tippy toes and plucked it from the top shelf. Stepping out from underneath the stairs allowed her to examine it in the natural light.
It was tattered from age, the nike logo faded and discoloured. A layer of dust encased it. It was heavier than she remembered.
She placed it down gently onto the dining room table. Dean looked at her quizzically as she pulled off the lid. Particles of dust launched at her face, almost as if they were angry for being disturbed after so long.
"I saw you looking at my photos on the fridge." She spoke as she pushed the box towards Dean.
"You think I don't have photos of my dad, of you."
She watched as Dean brought the box closer to himself and peered inside.
"I didn't want to have to explain who any of you were to people who asked."
It also pained her to look at them.
He pulled out a stack of old photographs as she sat down once more. Her eyes never left his face, trying to gage his reaction as he sifted through the grainy faces.
A genuine smile spread across his lips as he chuckled. His mood did a 180. "Holy hell, I forgot how dorky you and Sammy were."
He flipped the photo around and sure enough there was a photo of a young Sam Winchester and *yn* Kitson.*yn* felt her cheeks flush as she snatched the photo from his hand for a closer examination.
Sure enough, there stood her and Sam, cheesy grins on their faces, dressed in matching Star Wars costumes. Sam as Luke Skywalker and *yn* as Han Solo. It was clear that the costumes had been made with whatever was available, her dad's belt nearly dwarfed her entire midsection and the pants were rolled up to her ankles so she wouldn't trip.
Despite her horror, she couldn't help but let out a giggle. "Christ, letting me go out like that has got to be considered some form of child abuse."
Dean chuckled as she placed the photo back down onto the table. "I remember you literally begging me to borrow my vest for that stupid costume."
"You should have said no, you would have been doing me a favour."
"And miss out on the opportunity to reminisce on your dorkiness years later? Hell no."
She shook her head, unable to wipe the smile off her face as Dean continued to sift through the photos.
"Oh my god."
"What?!" She was up and out of her chair, rounding the table to get a look at the photo that had made Dean's eyes bulge.
"Oh my god." She echoed as she slid into the chair beside him and peered over his shoulder.
"That is criminal." She gasped.
"What's criminal?"
The two twisted around in their seats to see Sam standing in the doorway. They glanced at each other before bursting into laughter.
"What? Show me!" Sam demanded as he stormed forward.
"Hey!" Dean protested as Sam reached over and plucked the photo from his hand. "I wasn't finishing admiring that."
*yn* covered her mouth, trying to suppress her laughter as she watched Sam study the picture.
"Oh my god." His face grimaced in disgust. "Burn this please."
"No, you look cute!" She protested.
"Cute is not the word I would use." Sam grumbled as he came to sit opposite them.
"Yeah sorry *yn*, gotta agree with Sammy on this one." Dean grinned as he reached over and grabbed it back from Sam.
"Dorky, loser, nerd, comes to mind though."
*yn* couldn't stifle her laughter any further as she looked at the photo once more.
It was a probably 10 year old Sam Winchester, his fringe even thicker and curlier then it was now, his two front teeth missing as he grinned wildly. He was holding some sort of science project in his small hands.
"Not much has changed in the dorky department."
Sam rolled his eyes at Dean. "What like you wouldn't have some embarrassing pictures in here?"
"Me? Pfft please, I never went through an awkward phase."
This time it was *yn*'s turn to roll her eyes.
"Yeah right."
"I was too busy with all the cheerleaders to go through one."
Spurred on by his words, she leant forward and flicked through the photos. A very young Dean Winchester, hair plastered up into an obnoxious quiff and gleaming with hair gel, wearing a leather jacket far too big for him, was beaming back at her. Her lips curled into a devilish grin as she plucked the photo from obscurity.
"You may not have gone through a dorky phase Winchester, but you definitely went through one just as embarrassing." She held it up triumphantly, dodging Dean's grasp as she held it out for Sam to take.
Sam let out a bark of triumphant laughter as he studied the photo, clutching his chest as he threw his head back in a dramatic fashion.
"Oh c'mon, I'm sure it's not even bad."
"Hm, I'd call using what looks like a whole tub of hair gel to style your hair pretty bad."
*yn* snickered at Sam's words.
"Give me that." Dean grumbled, snatching the photo from Sam's hand.
"Dude this is not even that bad." He protested, although *yn* didn't miss the way the apples of his cheeks turned a slight pink.
"Wasn't this his James Dean phase?" *yn* queried. Sam let out a howl of laughter.
"Oh my god how could I forget about the James Dean phase." Sam could barely get his words out as he laughed. "He'd pretend that lollypop sticks were cigarettes."
Dean's cheeks turned pinker. She almost felt sorry for him.
Almost being the key word.
"And remember that little walk he'd do."
"Hey, the man's a legend alright." Dean protested as they both burst into a fit of giggles.
"He's the definition of cool. Style. Class."
*yn*'s brows raised at Dean's words, biting her lip to stop the giggles escaping as he glared at her.
"I still think it's embarrassing." Sam remarked.
The brothers continued to bicker as *yn* resumed flicking through the photos. Her fingers stilled when her dad's smiling face suddenly stared back at her.
She was wrapped in his burly arms, her pudgy fingers clasping his neck. Pink bow in her wispy hair. A toothless smile and bright eyes aimed at him. She would have been no more than 2.
Grief hit her like an unexpected tidal wave.
She blinked as she felt hot tears prick at the corners of her eyes. The pad of her pointer finger brushed over his sun worn features. The werewolf inflicted scar on his left temple.
Dean's eyes involuntarily darted to her. He went to turn his attention back to Sam when he noted the tightness of her features. The veins in her hand were revealed from her grip on the photo. He recognised the emotion on her face instantly. One that he was all too familiar with.
"So where's your aunt?"
Her eyes met his, widened from the surprise of being snapped out of their focus. They softened almost instantly, and for a moment there was a look of gratefulness on her face. Like she understood what he had done. In a blink her face morphed into one of unreadability. It happened so quickly Dean almost doubted he'd even seen it at all.
"My aunt?"
Dean frowned at her question. "The one you said you lived with? Is she at work or something?"
"Oh. Right."
Her eyes darted between the two brothers. She may be good at hiding her emotions, but Dean was better at seeing through it.
"*yn*."
"She uh, she's... well, she's dead."
"Dead?" Dean balked. "What do you mean dead?"
"Like... the tomb vampires got out and she died of an 'animal attack' sort of dead." Guilt was written all over her features as she spoke.
Two bewildered expressions stared back at her.
"It's ok.. really! It wasn't that sad, it was a while ago and to be honest she was kind of the worst so-"
"I'm not worried about you being sad, I'm worried about who the hell has been looking after you all this time."
Annoyance flashed across her features, "I don't need anyone to look after me."
"Who lives here?"
"Me."
"I mean, who else lives here?"
"No one."
"No one? So you live here all by yourself?"
"Yes, that's what I meant when I said I live here."
Dean and Sam exchanged bewildered glances.
"I'm at Elena's most of the time, I pretty much live with her."
Now it all made sense. The dust. The lack of furniture. Why it felt like no one really lived here. Because no one did.
"So you don't have a guardian? Any sort of parental figure?"
*yn* bristled at his questions. She was starting to become quite irritated.
"Ric is my guardian technically, Elena and Jeremy's too."
"Ric? As in the former vampire hunter we saw drinking with your vampire boyfriend last night? Yeah, sounds like a great role model."
"Dean." Sam warned.
"What? I'm merely stating the facts."
"I thought we were passed the whole judging, making assumptions, just being an asshole in general thing."
She held his gaze. Her eyes glowering with annoyance. She radiated stubbornness. It made Dean falter.
"I'm only asking because I care about you."
Her resolve wavered, a crack in her mask appeared that allowed Dean a glimpse. He saw a flicker of sadness.
"You have a funny way of showing it."
The shrill voice of Taylor Swift rung out through the room, preventing Dean from a response. She really had to change that ringtone.
*yn* avoided Dean's intense gaze as she fished her phone out of her pocket and glanced down at the caller ID.
"Excuse me." Was all she muttered before pushing out of her chair.
She didn't answer until she was upstairs with the door shut. "What do you want?"
"Well hello to you too." She could hear Damon's amused smirk through the phone.
"This better be good, you're interrupting precious bonding time." She grumbled as she flopped onto her bed.
"Things going that well with dumb and dumber huh?"
She huffed at his question. "All I'm going to say is I hope it went better for you with Ric's doctor friend than it is for me right now."
"Yeah funny you mention that, I'm just leaving his flat now."
She frowned, "Why?"
"To check if there was a bunny on the stove." As he spoke she picked up her childhood toy and sat it onto her chest. Buffy the plush pink horse stared back at her unblinkingly.
"That bad huh?"
"She vervained me when I accused her of killing her ex boyfriend, then the little psycho blood jacked me."
"She what?" *yn* sat upright. Buffy tumbled down the side of the bed. "Are you ok?"
"Fine, just a little miffed. Although, somewhat pleased I got to say 'I told you so' to Ric. Just as I predicted. Diagnosed psycho case."
"Great, just what we need."
"Yep, add it to our list of never ending problems." Damon drawled, "I was actually calling to see how it was going on your end with your second favourite set of brothers."
In that moment a memory surfaced. She snatched it before it could disappear once more. As he spoke she swapped the phone to her other ear and hastily leant over to pull open her bedside table draw.
"I think I'm making progress." She rifled through the stacks of paper and trinkets. She froze as her fingers found its target.
"Well that's something."
She pulled it out, hidden deep in the drawers depths. She plucked it out like a prize. A treasure amongst trash.
"Keep me updated, yeah?" She could faintly hear Damon's question on the end of the line.
"Will do." *yn* heard herself mumble as she twisted back onto her back and stared up at the photo.
"I gotta go. Talk to you later." And with that she snapped her phone shut and tossed it onto the bed beside her.
She held the paper up in her hand, stretching it above her head so the ceiling framed it. A photograph. A special one, kept apart from the others in the box in the room below her.
Luke Kitson, *yn* Kitson, Sam, Dean and John Winchester all beam back at her. The only photo of the five of them together. A perfectly dysfunctional family.
She smiled softly, letting the pads of her fingers glide over the young faces. Frozen permanently in time. None of them held a clue as to their fates. Where they would be in 8 years time. She wished she could somehow transport herself into that photograph and stay there forever.
Her anger towards Dean fizzled. Like it always did. She traced his grainy features with her fingernail.
She knew then that she had to do whatever it took to keep them safe. Even if it meant biting her tongue and quelling her anger. If it meant stretching the truth so they felt safe enough to leave her here and go on their way.
She let out a shaky breath as she pressed the photo into her chest, clutching it like she still did with Buffy when she couldn't sleep.
"I promise I'll keep them safe dad."
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Sam turned to look at Dean once they heard a door shut above them.
"Oh don't give me that look Sammy."
"What look?"
"The little disappointed puppy look you've managed to master."
"You could have been a bit nicer."
"Oh come on!" Dean threw his hands up in the air. "The girl's living in a house all by herself in a town full of vamps, you expect me to be happy about this crap?"
"No, and I'm not happy about it either, but acting like this isn't exactly going to help things."
Dean muttered under his breath, leaning forward to press his elbows into his thighs so he could run his hands over his stubble.
"What the hell are we supposed to do?"
There was a static pause as Sam studied him before answering. "I think we should do what she says."
"You want us to leave?" Dean blinked dumbfounded.
"Look, if what she says is true, we stand no chance defeating these.. original vampires or whatever they're called. It'd be a suicide mission." Sam answered him, lowering his voice as he spoke.
"If we find dad we can get his help to come back and stop this."
Dean shook his head. "So what, we're supposed to just leave her here? With these-" He cut himself off, his eyes darting to the stairs before looking back at Sam. "These monsters?"
"I don't think we have a choice Dean."
"She could come with us."
"And what? Sit in a hotel room while we go work jobs? C'mon. You know that would never happen. It's pretty clear she wants to stay."
Dean frowned, rubbing his stubble stressfully as he racked his brain for another solution. There was a part of him that wanted to grab her and throw her in the back of the impala and drive away with her. But he knew he could never do that. He could never take away her freedom, her choice. Besides, she'd probably scratch his eyes out if he even tried.
"The longer we stay here the harder it's going to be to find dad."
Dean's eyes narrowed as he looked up at Sam through his long lashes. "Is this about finding dad to help *yn*, or to get to him before he kills whatever killed mum and Jess?"
Sam flinched at Jess' name. His lips thinned into a firm line.
"We have a chance to kill the son of a bitch Dean. I'm not losing that. Not for anyone."
There was his answer. Dean sat up in his chair and leant back, his forehead creased as he studied his brother.
This wasn't the Sammy that he knew. The doe eyed, puppy like Sam Winchester who wanted to help everyone and anyone. No, this was a Sam Winchester who had a hard shell casing beginning to form around him. One that was driven by revenge and bitterness. One that was much too like John and Dean Winchester.
But despite all that, Dean knew his brother was right. They had no choice. If they stayed, they might all end up dead. At least this gave them time to reconvene and plan.
"Fine." Dean relented. "We go find dad, kill the son of a bitch, but then we are getting our asses back here and getting *yn* out."
"Deal." Sam nodded.
"But we ain't leaving until I give her at least some basic training. Who knows when she even last held a damn shotgun."
The staircase creaked before Sam could reply. The two sat up, trying to look as natural as possible as *yn* wondered back into the kitchen.
"Sorry about that, it was Elena." She spoke, waving her phone in the air before sliding it into her pocket. She seemed to return to the room in a much better mood than when she had left it.
"Everything ok?" Sam asked her, a smile on his features.
*yn* glanced at him before looking over at Dean. A strangely friendly smile was also on his lips.
"Yeah, just friend drama." She answered as she slid into her chair.
Each party seemed to be in a much friendlier mood, but the other could not quite work out why.
Her eyes landed on a photo amongst the pile, a genuine grin spread across her lips as she pulled it towards her.
Bobby Singer stared back at her, a rare smile on his face. A five year old *yn* Kitson sat beaming on his lap.
"Do you guys still see Bobby?"
Fondness washed over her at the memory of the grumpy older man. He'd always had a soft spot for her, and her for him.
"Yeah of course." Dean nodded.
"Hey, when this business is done with our dad why don't we swing through here and pick you up and we can all take a road trip to see him?"
*yn* looked up from the photo in surprise. Her eyes flickered to Sam who was nodding encouragingly.
"That sounds like a great idea." He agreed.
She glanced between them, trying to decipher what they were trying to say. "Does this mean you're leaving?"
"Yeah, well we talked about it and we think you're right. It's probably safer for everyone if we go." Sam was the one to answer her.
Her lips parted in surprise. Dean could tell that she had not thought it would be that easy. She turned to look at him and he could tell that she was reading him, trying to find the hidden motive behind their unexpected decision.
He did his best to keep smiling. If she could read him, she did not let on, a smile instead spreading across her lips. One that didn't quite reach her eyes.
"There is just one condition though." Dean finally spoke up.
"What's that?"
"Self defence training." *yn*'s brows shot up to her hairline.
"Self defence training?" She echoed. An amused smirk spread across her lips when he nodded.
"What? Don't think I can handle myself Winchester?"
"Just want to make sure you haven't gotten rusty that's all." He shrugged. There was a glimmer in his eye as they studied each other.
"Well we wouldn't want that, would we?"
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A twig snapped underneath Dean's boot. A raven cawed in the distance.
"You sure no one's around?"
The two brothers stepped into the clearing that *yn* had directed them towards.
"Yeah, Ric, Elena and I come here all the time to train." *yn* answered from behind them. A loud thump made them swivel around.
"What the hell is that?"
The two brothers looked down at the duffle bag *yn* dumped down at their feet.
"Things I defend myself with."
They watched as she bent down. The teeth of the zipper parting echoed through the woods, bouncing off the old trees.
"What are we looking at right now?" Dean queried, his brows raised as he watched her pull out a shot gun.
"Well this one is loaded with wooden bullets, excruciating and a pain in the ass to dig out." She chucked it onto the grass.
"This one shoots mini daggers." Another thud.
"This is a vervain grenade."
Thud.
"Oh and this crossbow is pretty handy too."
Thud.
"And I think that's all I've got at the moment, Ric has some more back home."
She glanced up expectantly when she got no response. Their jaws were slack as they stared at the weapons laid out in front of them.
"You made these?" It was Sam who finally broke the silence.
"Yeah, I mean Ric thought of most of 'em but I helped... fine tune the final products I guess you could say." She picked up the shotgun, popping it open with ease and glanced down into the chamber.
Sam raised a brow and looked over at Dean. He didn't need to verbalise his thoughts. It was written all over his face. "What was that about her not being able to hold a shotgun?"
Dean shot him a glare before clearing his throat, "well that's all very impressive but sometimes we don't get the opportunity to grab weapons."
*yn* eyed him sceptically as he took a few steps back to move into the centre of the clearing.
"What about your hand to hand?"
She tried to hide her smirk as she placed the shot gun on the ground. She rose to her feet and dusted her hands off on her jean shorts.
He didn't need to know that Ric had been training her and Elena for months. Or that she never stopped training, even after her dad died.
He shrugged off his leather jacket and dumped it onto the ground, leaving him in a grey t-shirt. It was loose, except for around his biceps that bulged as he tensed. Her eyes darted to his hands, watching them curl into fists. His rings gleamed back at her.
She swallowed and forced herself to move her eyes back to his face. The last thing Dean Winchester needed to see was her checking him out.
She stepped forward so she was only a few metres from him.
"You know vampires have super speed and strength right? I don't think this sort of training is going to be much use."
"Just humour me." He answered her, a small smirk twisting up onto his lips. There was that gleam in his eye again. Challenging her. Provoking her.
"I wanna see what you're made of Kit."
Kit.
It felt like eons since someone had called her that.
"Hurry up Kit!"
"Put your back into it Kit."
"That's my little Kit."
"I love you Kit."
The nickname unlocked so many memories from her past. It didn't even feel like the nickname belonged to her. Like it was someone she'd known in her past life.
It felt so foreign to her ears that her brain took a moment to process it.
"C'mon Kit, what are you waiting for?"
Dean's voice brought her back down to earth. This time, the nickname nestled into her ear and made itself home again. It sparked something in her. A determined look settled onto her features.
Dean's eyes sparked when he saw her face morph. He held back his grin as the pair began to circle each other. They danced around each other, both of them holding their breath to see who would make the first move.
The snap of a twig was all it took. *yn*'s eyes must have shifted for no more than a few seconds. But it was all the time Dean needed to lunge forward and take her by surprise.
She stepped back and moved to curl her knuckles into a fist but he was already on her. Calloused hands gripped her forearms and twisted her around. She grunted as a knee pressed into the backs of her legs causing them to involuntarily buckle.
He used his bodyweight to push her down onto her stomach, twisting her arms and pinning them to her back in one fluid movement. She squirmed under his firm grip but she knew it was pointless. She was trapped, like a fish in a net. A fly in a spiders web.
She let out a grunt of frustration as she tried once more to writhe out of his strong grip. She could almost feel the rumble in his chest as he chuckled. The hair on the back of her neck stood up as a rush of warm air puffed onto the shell of her ear.
"Just as I thought, rusty." His voice was deep and amused. She gritted her teeth as he released her from his grip, chuckling to himself as he watched her get up onto her feet. Her breath was slightly ragged as she locked eyes with him, her jaw clenched.
Her ringtone blared through the woods. She tore her eyes from Dean and hurried to her bag. Damon's name illuminated the Caller ID. Her finger hovered over the accept button. She stole a glance at Dean who was already studying her intently. She flipped her phone shut.
"You don't need to get that?"
"Not important." She answered as she flicked it to silent and shoved it into the depths of her bag.
She rose to her full height and marched back into the centre of the clearing.
"Again."
After an hour, her body was aching and bruised. It was screaming at her to give up. And she might have done, if Dean hadn't just lunged at her for what must have been the 12th time and finally left his stomach exposed.
She stepped forward and punched him square between his ribs, knocking the wind out of him. She jumped on the opportunity instantly, kicking his feet out from underneath him. Before he could even comprehend what was happening, she pushed him to the ground and straddled his torso. A wild grin spread across her lips as she pinned his arms above his head.
Victory was hers. Finally. There was a triumphant look in her eye as his body stilled underneath hers, admitting defeat.
A smirk appeared on his lips as his hands settled on her thighs. His chuckle sounded like gravel. He winced as she intentionally pushed down onto the area of his stomach where a bruise was already starting to form.
"Well played Kit."
The praise affected her more than it should have.
She felt her cheeks flush as the pair locked eyes. The pad of Dean's thumb brushed against her skin. It left goosebumps in its wake.
"I'm spent." Sam groaned from behind them.
She finally broke eye contact, ducking her head down as Dean's hands flew from her thighs.
"Can we have a break now?" She asked as she rolled off him and glanced over at Sam.
"Please." Sam agreed as he collapsed against a tree. He seemed oblivious to the interaction that had just occurred.
"Great." *yn* rose to her feet and began to stretch her aching limbs. She could hear Dean getting onto his feet behind her.
"These weapons really work?" Dean spoke after a few moments of silence stretched through the clearing.
He had her crossbow in his hand. "Yeah, they've been useful before."
"And this one shoots stakes?" He brought it up to rest on his shoulder.
"Yeah, that ones a personal favourite of Ric's." *yn* answered as he watched him settle on a tree as a target. One eye closed as his finger rested on the trigger. Then he pulled.
There was a whoosh as a blurry figure snaked past her. The stake never found its target. It was stopped by a hand. A gaudy ring waved back at her. As did a smirking Damon.
"Uh oh, vampire not staked."
She blinked and he was gone. Firm hands gripped her shoulders before the stake had even hit the ground. A hard body pressed against her.
The band of the gaudy ring that was staring back at her only seconds ago was now pressing into her throat. Her face was guided to the side, exposing her skin. Fangs lightly scraped the side of her neck.
"Pretty girl gets killed instead." He murmured, his lips only millimetres from her skin. His fangs brushed her as he spoke.
Her face flushed and her heart pounded against her ribcage. This was so not the reaction she should be having to this encounter. She was certain Damon could hear the way her pulse was pounding. All she could do was hope that he assumed it was out of fear.
"You guys gotta work on your hunting skills."
*yn* knew how it looked, how Damon intended for it to look in front of Dean and Sam. But what they didn't see was how gently he had shifted her neck. How he had just brushed his thumb along the curve of her skull, almost in a way to communicate that he wasn't going to hurt her.
Dean's face had hardened as he aimed the crossbow at Damon.
"Alright ease up cowboy." Damon raised his hands in mock surrender but didn't make an attempt to move from behind *yn*. His makeshift shield.
"I'm just trying to make this training exercise as realistic as possible."
"Dean it's ok." *yn* reassured him. "This is just Damon's sick idea of a joke." She sneered.
Dean's eyes darted between Damon and *yn* for a few moments before he reluctantly lowered the crossbow. She could see Damon's smirk widen.
"You think my humour is sick? Why thank you."
She rolled her eyes and shoved him off her.
"You're an idiot."
He grinned at her as his fangs slid back into his gums and the veins under his eyes shrunk.
"What are you doing here?" She asked him before he could open his mouth again to spew out another taunt.
"You weren't answering your cell."
It was an accusation, not an explanation.
"I turned it off." His eyes narrowed at her answer.
"I need to talk to you." He glanced over at Dean and Sam, "in private." She rolled her eyes once more but nodded.
"And remember boys, special vamp hearing if you wanted to have a little gossip session about me while I'm gone." He turned and shot them an obnoxious wink.
She didn't wait for a response from Sam or Dean before she grabbed Damon's arm and dragged him off into the woods.
"Oh come on *yn*, why so grumpy." He teased. She gritted her teeth and finally came to a stop once they were out of ear shot of the boys.
"You rocking up with your fangs out isn't exactly going to help me convince them that they should leave me here, is it?"
This time it was Damon's turn to roll his eyes. "Alright I'm sorry, I was just having a little fun."
She sighed and folded her arms in front of her chest. "How's it going with them anyway?"
"Good actually, they've agreed to leave town."
"Really? Just like that?"
"Just like that."
"Huh." Damon nodded, his lips pursed, "probably good timing actually."
"And why's that?"
"Well... I sort of had a run in with Klaus."
"What? What happened?" All annoyance directed towards Damon flew out the window.
"He got the coffins back."
"Shit." She cursed under her breath. "So we're all screwed then?"
"Well... I did manage to hide one before he got there."
She blinked in disbelief. "The locked one?"
"Yep." He popped the 'p' as he nodded. "Let's just say he wasn't too pleased with me."
"So we still have leverage." She breathed out, "that's good. Although he's probably going to be twice as murderous now."
"Oh, I think he's going to have bigger things to worry about for a while."
Her eyes narrowed at his words, "and why's that?"
A smirk twisted up onto Damon's lips as he leant into his jacket pocket. She took a step back, her eyes widening at the object.
A white ash dagger stared back at her.
"Is that...?"
"You bet it is."
"Damon what the hell did you do?"
He shrugged. "I thought it was time for a brotherly reunion."
"So you're telling me we've now got two original vampires running around Mystic Falls?"
"Elijah hates Klaus. Wants him dead."
"We thought that the last time and look what happened."
Damon huffed. "This is different, Klaus broke his promise and stuffed him into a wooden box. The dudes pissed. And if Elijah's pissed, it means we have a chance to get him to work with us to finally put a stop to Klaus's little tirade."
*yn* sighed and folded her arms in front of her chest. "You better be right about this."
"When am I ever wrong."
She shook her head, a ghost of a smile spreading across her lips as she looked away. Her eyes involuntarily dragged back into the direction of Sam and Dean.
"You want to get back to your training Kit?"
The nickname falling from his lips made her jerk her head back at him.
"That is what they call you, isn't it?"
"Were you spying on me?" She hissed.
"I had to find you from the sound of your voices. I didn't have a choice but to listen in." He shrugged innocently. If looks could kill, he'd be very much dead right now.
"I did arrive in time to see you tackle hero hair 2.0 to the ground."
"Are you done?"
"It was kind of hot."
She felt her cheeks begin to burn.
"Alright now I'm done." He grinned. "I'll leave you to it, gotta go tell the baby brother my genius plan."
She watched him take a few steps before he suddenly turned back around to face her. All traces of humour had left his face. She jutted her chin up to look at him as he marched towards her.
"Don't put your phone on silent again." A breath caught in her throat as he raised a hand to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. His gaze had softened as he studied every inch of her face.
"I hate worrying that something's happened to you."
In a blink he was gone.
"Fuck." She murmured under her breath.
*yn* spent the time it took reaching the clearing to collect herself and push thoughts of Damon to the back of her mind. By the time she reached the boys, she was the perfect picture of calm and normalcy.
"Everything ok?"
"Yeah." She nodded, "friend drama."
Dean nodded. She knew that he didn't believe her.
"So-" She cleared her throat. "Do you guys want to keep training?"
"It's getting kind of late actually, we should probably get going soon." Sam answered her.
She felt her heart plummet to the ground. She knew that they had to go, but she wasn't ready for it. They'd just got here. They were just starting to reconnect, to mend those bonds that had eroded over the years.
Even though she was practically limping from their training session, it had been some of the most fun she'd had in a long time. Giggling as Sam and Dean bickered, or trying to contain her laughter when she'd accidentally kneed Sam in the groin. It felt so natural. So familial. Almost like her dad was about to pop out and call them in for dinner like he used to all those years ago.
Surely it wouldn't hurt if they stayed just a little while longer. Like Damon had said, Klaus was distracted.
"Why don't you guys stay the night?" She suggested, glancing between them hopefully.
"We could grab some dinner and then you can head out in the morning."
The boys exchanged dubious glances.
"C'mon you can sleep at mine, I'm sure you must be sick of motel beds."
That seemed to be what tipped them over the edge.
"Alright that sounds good, thank you." Dean spoke, shooting her a tight lipped smile.
A grin spread across her lips, "great! Let's get something from the grill. I think it's burger deal night." She spoke enthusiastically as she picked up her duffel bag.
"Ooh! I call shotgun!" And with that she hurried off towards the impala, leaving the boys trailing after her.
"We're not playing any Taylor Swift." Dean called out to her as she neared the car.
She rolled her eyes, "I know you don't actually hate her."
"Oh really? And how do you know that?"
The car lock clicked.
"Because no one actually hates Taylor Swift. It's impossible."
Dean muttered something under his breath as the three of them piled into the impala. Sam's knees were practically up to his face as he forced himself into the back. Dean slid the key into the ignition.
"Do you still have that ACDC tape your dad used to play all the time?"
Dean's fingers froze in place. He turned to look at her.
"You still listen to ACDC?"
"Yeah. Of course I do. Why do you think I chose the name Young?"
Dean thought he might pass out as realisation hit him. "Like as in Angus Young...."
"Yeah..." She looked at him puzzled. "Do you guys still not use those sort of fake names?" She glanced over her shoulder at Sam.
"Yeah we do it's just..." Dean trailed off, bringing her attention back to him.
"Anyway-" He cleared his throat, "I have it, it's already in."
His answer made her smile grow wider. "Well what are you waiting for Winchester?"
He shook his head in disbelief before twisting the key in the ignition, letting the impala rumble to life. He pressed a button and the beginning of Back in Black started to blare through the speakers.
Sam internally groaned.
"Now that's what I'm talking about." She leant back in her seat and kicked her feet up onto the dash as Dean pulled out onto the road.
Sam's brow raised when Dean didn't say a word. If that had been him, he'd have been told to get out and walk.
Dean grinned and began to tap his fingers along the leather of the wheel, his head bobbing in time.
"Back in black, I hit the sack - come on Winchester!" She exclaimed when she didn't hear Dean's voice, hitting his chest playfully.
Sam blinked in disbelief as Dean began to join in, the pair of them shouting at the top of their lungs. Dean cranked the music louder.
"Oh my god." Sam mumbled to himself.
"There's two of them."
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Hi!! Hope you're doing fine! I was wondering about the one shot “the way I loved you” in the originals masterlist. I'm really curious and I wanted to ask when you plan on posting it?
a/n: I'm glad you asked. this has been sitting on my drafts for a while! happy I can finally post it. hope you like it!
The Way I Love(d) You
[stefan salvatore x reader; kol mikaelson x reader]
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SONG INSPIRATION » THE WAY I LOVED YOU by taylor swift
summary: stefan salvatore is kind and sensible and you couldn't ask for anything better. but beneath the “you look beautiful tonight” you miss the "screaming and fighting" and the way his name slipped out of your lips at 2a.m. you liked assurance and perfection but you missed insanity. more than anything, you missed the way you loved him. you missed kol mikaelson.  
pairings: s.salvatore x f!vampire!reader; k.mikaelson x f!vampire!reader 
w.c: 9.4K (I got carried away)
warnings/content: portrayal of healthy and unhealthy relationships dynamic; discussion about life and death; blood (mentioned); non-graphic descriptions of violence; pregnancy (mentioned); slight damon and tyler bashing because they are the most annoying characters ever created; camille o'connell plays therapist; katherine pierce x reader (you blink you miss it); gemini coven (mentioned); discussions about marriage; canon divergence; fluff; happy ending depending on which you're rooting for; paragraphs in italics are flashbacks.
A/N²: this one shot does not follow the tvd + t.o original timeline, so some facts may be out of order.
[part of “the taylor swift anthology”]
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❝ he is sensible and so incredible.
and all my single friends are jealous
he says everything I need to hear, and it's like I couldn't ask for anything better. ❞
“Did you arrive alright?”
You reply with a soft hum, distracted by the bag filled with books related to witchcraft. You really did not think you'd be swiped back to this city again, less alone acting as a librarian for the Original vampires for the hundred time in your life. Oh, well. Who could ever deny Rebekah Mikaelson of her wishes? You had been extremely close before, despite the unsaid goodbyes. She did try to threaten your life if you didn't come to New Orleans soon, but those were empty words. And you could easily take her in a fight – not that she could ever know that.
“Yes,” you say through the phone, remembering there was someone in the other line. “I'm settling in on the hotel.”
“Okay.”
“Stefan.” The corner of your mouth twitches slightly. “Say what you want to say.“
You hear him let out a breath as he usually does when he's holding something back.
“Are you sure you don't need me there with you? I could easily—”
“No,” you cut your fiancée off, albeit in a gentle manner. You sit down at the edge of your hotel bed, feeling the rough fabric of the mattress against your jeans as you inspect the cover of a rather thin book compared to the other thick ones scattered around. “Stefan, I'm perfectly fine. You don't have to worry. And I know you won't listen to me and you'll worry either way…” a smug grin stretches on your face when he tries to speak again. “… but I can handle myself, okay? You can call and text and I'll reply right back.”
Ever since you met Stefan Salvatore, he has had your best interest at heart. Not only yours, but everyone he cared about. In the friendship stage, he slowly inserted himself into your life, taking careful steps to not scare your cold heart away to the mountains. You never knew why, somehow, you had some importance to him. When you started dating, he made sure to introduce you to something that by no means you wanted to partake in: safety. Not the kind in which you are suffocated and trapped, but the kind in which you are held by someone and still are able to take a breath of fresh air. The real meaning of safety.
He takes you on dates and he opens up your car door as the perfect gentleman that he is. The line you look beautiful never straying from his compliments. It took you a while to get used to that. Being loved without having to look over your shoulder, being cared for by someone who would truly be there at the end of the day.
Stefan is safe. He is the warm blanket on a cold day with hot chocolate and a good book. He's the guy who never makes you wait while carrying that endearing softness around him. You couldn't ask for anything better.
“Yeah, alright.” He says with a resigned sigh. “You really don't want me there, huh?” The playfulness being drowned out by a tinge of hesitation in his tone that if you didn't know his tells, you might have missed it.
“You know that's not it.” The book is placed on top of the bedside table. Your choice has been made. “But I don't want to draw unnecessary drama into our lives. As soon as I can get this done, I can come back to New York. To you.”
He offers you a sound of contentment. “That sounds nice to me.” There is some ruffling on his end and he lets out a muffled groan. “Hey, beautiful? I have to go. Damon is hijacking our apartment.”
You briefly recall Stefan making a comment that his brother would visit you guys soon. That had been around a month ago? You are never one to question Damon and his stupid decisions. Fortunately, you were far away to deal with any of that.
“I'm sorry,” you mumble without masking your joy for not having to be present in the same room as Damon Salvatore. “Good luck and don't let him mess with my stuff or I'll personally break his neck and set his dick on fire.“
“I heard that!” You reply that it was meant for him to hear. “He's calling you a menace.” Stefan chuckles at your bickering but he eventually has enough. “Call me if you need anything, yeah? Be safe. I love you.”
“I love you too, and I believe you'll need more backup than I will.” You smile at his scoff and the call comes to an end.
You resist the urge to go to Russeau's to enter an alcoholic coma instead of facing the people you haven't spoken to in a decade. No, you have faced worse and what could possibly go wrong while visiting some old friends?
You snatch the book from the bedside table and tuck it under your arm.
Guess it's time to pay a visit to the Mikaelsons.
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Meeting the Mikaelsons had been the best and the worst moment of your vampire life. Yes, some people could be both at the same time. You met Rebekah before you met the others, in a ball a really long time ago. The Mikaelson name had yet to be spread around like a disease due to the extreme danger they represented – where you lived, at least. Vampire groupies already had lots of knowledge about them at the time.
The thing was, you had no idea who Rebekah was until almost everyone in your city was murdered. Her brothers searched for her after a few years of radio silence, apparently. That's when you understood how protective family could be. Klaus, most of them. But that one was more obsessive and paranoid than any other. Rebekah told you that herself, but you saw it with your own eyes through the years you tagged along in their journey.
You have to say that out of anyone in that family, Klaus Mikaelson would be the last person you'd expect to become a father.
He was the one responsible for practically destroying Katerina Petrova's life, along with many other people you couldn't care to mention right now. She had been your friend once, before she became a nuisance in your life. But still. Klaus was ruthless and anyone capable of making an enemy out of him realized the bitter poison that came with it; if not death, of course.
Nevertheless, the cruel reputation of the Mikaelson family did not belong to Klaus only. In levels of pent up rage, you could easily mention Elijah. He was nothing but kind to you in the moments you've spent as friends, but you were aware of the demons he kept at bay for most of his existence. The man tries hard to be a good person and, in your opinion, he achieved that in all of the senses, although he was never really one to trust other people's opinions about him, whether they'd be good or bad.
Elijah could be just as cruel as Klaus, but as Klaus was loud in a broadcaster type of way, Elijah was silently dreadful.
Finn and Freya were the last ones you encountered. They were both gentle in their own way. As Freya kept up a mask right after breaking her curse, doubtful and distrusting, Finn was overall distasteful towards his own kind. You noticed that between the countless times he attempted to kill his siblings and himself. At first, you held a grudge over the fact that your boyfriend (back then) could never catch a break from his own brother. But eventually you understood Finn's reasons and everything that was left was sympathy. You had trouble adjusting to the vampire life yourself, mostly the drinking blood part but also the eternal life bit as well. Living and dying was something you had never doubted. It was the cycle of life, after all, why would you question it?
Some days, you didn't want it. But those became rare ones as you tasted the sweet flavor of having people that went through the same dilemma by your side. They made everything bearable. You just hoped Finn could also find those people, if not his siblings, then maybe he could find peace somewhere far from them. He had every right of taking some time away if that was his wish.
Family can be suffocating.
Freya had been one of the nicest people you have ever met. Beneath that cold front she built before warming up to the Mikaelsons, there was a tender-hearted woman whom one day you used to call your friend. Freya was there when you crumbled down, she had been the one to help you pull yourself up and she was the one who let you know it was okay to leave if that's what you needed to do. If that's what your heart desires, do it. Her words never left you in some way, you were forever grateful.
Hayley entered your life before she became an honorary Mikaelson – she hated that joke. You helped her find information about her pack when both of you were still back at Mystic Falls. She had been the first person to point out Stefan's interest in you, though you didn't buy it. You actually became closer during her pregnancy. You weren't present in Hope's first months after she was born, but Hayley made sure to send you occasional pictures over the years. You didn't feel so out of the loop thanks to that.
And then, there was Kol.
The epitome of recklessness, wrath and chaos.
He was the a car accident that drove you over a bridge when you couldn't swim and a pillow fort you built overnight to dissipate your nightmares. Kol was the reason why you considered the Mikaelsons to be both the best and worst moment of your life. He was the rollercoaster that fed your desperation for love, displaying a pretty view at the top of the ride, before the crash eventually came and killed all that excitement.
Neither of you expected to fall so fast for one another. Or fall at all.
But he pushed his way into your heart with no permission granted, with his convinced smirks, wild persona and careless nature. He was cold in a warm manner. Tender in the way he held your fingertips with the same bloody hand that also had possession of your heart. And unbelievably good as he cared enough to let you into his heart.
You were too similar for it not to happen, until you were too different to remain together.
Kol Mikaelson conveyed all of the rumors that were spread about him, never once hiding behind a mask, and that's the reason you fell in love with no way back. It had never been an easy choice – choice... that's funny. Does love ever give you a choice? — his enemies became your enemies, you were a target, besides the unstoppable family hassle you always seemed to be involved in. In spite of the obvious reasons, the grounds for breaking up arose from him, surprisingly. Or not so surprisingly. It may have been his way of running away, but it was your way out of the mess he created in your head and heart. According to Hayley, he wasn't left unscathed. He suffered in a way that they had never seen before: through silence.
Kol had never been silent. He craved an audience, which was why he enjoyed discounting his ire on people. He wanted them to fight back in order for him to retaliate much harder. After you left, he didn't murder villages, tortured old enemies or provoked his siblings enough to get a rise out of them. You weren't that surprised once Hayley told you he left as well. What truly left you bewildered was the fact that he didn't cause trouble, turning into a shadow of the wildest Mikaelson people used to hear about.
You couldn't bear to feel guilty. If he wasn't being himself, that was his own doing. He left you first. Looking into the bright side, maybe he had finally mustered the act of growing up.
However, even with the all the heartache he had caused you, loving him was never a regret. You don't know if he felt the same, maybe you'd never know.
Stepping inside the Mikaelson manor made you self-conscious but still nostalgic. You hadn't lived in that house, of course they had built up many other expensive properties over the decade you've been gone. But there is something in the air when the Mikaelsons are around. And it isn't death or blood that you were referring to.
“Are you the friend my mom said was coming to visit us?”
A little girl with dark red hair met you in the entrance of the house. A stuffed bunny dangling from her small hands. You couldn't believe your eyes, but in the meantime you observed her sage green eyes that carry a brush of cinnamon and the tip of her nose, the familiarity practically slapping you in the face.
“I believe so,” you croak out as your lips quirk up in a soft smile. You tell her your name, introducing yourself and say, “and you must be Hope.”
“That's right.“ She gives you a little wave. You nearly leap on your feet at the idea that you're not considered a stranger for her to immediately turn away as parents would advise children. “I'll tell my mom you're here so she can invite you in.”
You nod, leaning on the door, you could feel the spell barely pushing you away. A harsh breeze brush your strands in your face and you roll your eyes at the familiar scent of a hybrid nearby you.
“I have lipstick on, you know how that does not match with hair?“ Two arms engulf you in a strong embrace. You can't help but laugh as your body entwines with Hayley's. “Hay,“ you mumble to her shoulder. “You are kind of ten times stronger than me. Perks of being a hybrid and all...“
“Oh, please. I should be actually crushing you.”
When she cups your cheeks, like a mother would when her child has been gone for too long, you stare at the sage green eyes you had just seen in the entrance. “I missed you too.“ Hayley gives you an eyeroll, letting you go as she asks Hope to let you in. Ah, it made sense. She's not a vampire.
Hope smiles timidly at you as you enter the foyer, her gaze switching to her mother almost pleadingly. Hayley mentions with a tilt of her chin towards the backdoor and Hope quickly rushes away to what you assume is the backyard of the house.
“She's playing hide and seek.“ Hayley clarifies their short interaction, turning to you. “When did you arrive?“
“Today.“ You say, lifting the book to her line of sight. “I told you I kept something that could help.“
“I know,“ she smiles gratefully. Hayley hasn't aged a day since you last met. Of course, she isn't physically able to age at all due to vampirism, but her perpetually concerned gaze was replaced by relaxed shoulders and a proud smile. She has joy written all over her. For the looks of it, motherhood has done her good.
“She's like a mix of you and Klaus.“ You watch the girl running around searching for whoever she's playing with. Hayley takes you to the balcony, the view is pretty that it takes a bit of your breath away. The forest on display is filled with orange and yellow because of the Autumn season. You've always found the sounds of the forest were the perfect noise to live close by.
“So I've heard.” Hayley crosses her arms above the railing, driving her attention to you after pointing somewhere to Hope who's in desperate need of help in the seeking aspect of the game. “How's your life been?” She asks, shifting her whole body towards yours. “New York, huh?”
You nod, imitating her previous position. “Yes. It's a great city.” She remains silent, probably waiting for you to elaborate. It's not like this is a casual visit and the Mikaelsons could be in any corner with their enhanced hearing. Not that you're ashamed of your current life, you just don't feel like yelling from the rooftops.
“That ring is pretty.” Hayley muses when you avoid looking at her. She can see your blush and her eyes soften at that. It's been so long since she has seen you remotely happy, she likes the sight. “You seem happy.” Her squeeze in your shoulder states reassurance. “I hope he doesn't screw up or I'll be coming over with more than just an army.“ A deep groan escapes your throat as your head falls on your forearm.
“You are worse than a whole freaking army.“
“You missed me.“
Shaking your head, your lips twitch in a bitter smile.
“Of course I missed you, Hayley.“ Your smile falls slightly as you see that Hope finally found who she's been looking for in the past half hour.
Kol is coming out from behind a tree and dramatically throwing himself on the grass as Hope's giggles echo around.
“I missed all of you.” Slips out in a whisper.
As soon as Hayley follows your gaze, she picks up the reason for the sudden change in your demeanor. This is what she's been trying to delay.
There's no point now. “He came back at the beginning of this year.” You blink, turning away from the cute scene happening right below you. “Said he missed his niece. I don't know if that's a good thing or not.”
She steps away from the balcony and that's what it takes for you to stop staring at a playful Kol tickling Hope to death.
“Why wouldn't it be a good thing?” You swallow hard, sitting down on one of the loveseats. The ceiling is not bland white as you expected it to be, as you analyse the colors and the shapes, you recognize the famous painting you've been in love with since it was first made.
Van Gogh's Starry Night brings the ceiling alive with the false sensation of movement the circular brush strokes provides.
“He's teaching her magic and she makes some of my stuff disappear for fun. Kol's such a bad influence— Oh.” Hayley's face stretches into a smile upon seeing where you were staring at. “Klaus painted it. This is Hope's bedroom.”
That's when you realize the soft blue on the walls along with colorful drawings clearly made by a child.
“It's beautiful.” You let out in admiration. “God, that bastard is talented.”
Hayley huffed, “Yeah, well, ever since you mention it in that very first Skype call she can't stop talking about it. So he painted it.”
Leaning back on the chair, you glance at her. “That's such a dad thing of him.” She shrugs in silent agreement. “He's not a bad influence,” you utter after the conversation dies down. You're not referring to Klaus. “He loves children, that's just his way of teaching her how to protect herself.” In extreme cases. It's better to teach her to protect herself instead of delaying it when she actually needs it.
Hayley's eyes travel across your features for a while and just as you begin to grow self-conscious of what you said, she flips the topic back to the real issue at hand.
“So, do you usually keep old grimoires in a secret passageway at your apartment or something?”
Your lips raise in amusement, “It's from an old friend. He lent it to me for safekeeping.”
The hybrid's eyes regarded you with suspicion, then she glances down at the book in her hands.
“Should I even be touching that?”
“C'mon,” you say in jest. “My friends aren't that bad.”
“I am not that bad. The Mikaelsons are certainly debatable and if I can recall someone called Katherine Pierce who was also considered your friend — who I still doubt that it was all that she was — then we need to discuss what you mean by not that bad.”
“Should I mention Tyler dogbreath Lockwood, Hayley? He was a nuisance!” You throw back in a complete mature way. “I can't believe you would voluntarily hold a conversation with the guy.”
Hayley snickers, “He wasn't as bad as you make him out to be.”
“You're right,“ you nod. “He was worse.“
Hayley hums, quietly analyzing the grimoire with what you can tell is interest that leads to boredom. She closes it in a thud and stands up. “I'll have to give this to Davina.“
You frown in confusion, following her out of the room. “The Claire witch? You're trusting that teenager with the life of my niece?” Your tone raises in light disbelief as Hayley descends the stairs completely unbothered by your accusation. “Where is Freya? Where is everyone— You can't possibly be serious, Hayley.”
“Freya is generously taking an early flight back to Virginia as we speak, cutting her honeymoon short. She was the one who requested Davina to be put to use in this task, if I can recall.” You knew it was Elijah before you saw his impeccable suit, merely because of his eloquence. He offers you a smile as you reach the living room. “Welcome back.” You're amused by the way he ignores your attempt at handshaking to lay a kiss on the back of your hand. He's always done that, it's no surprise. That's an Elijah thing to do. His eyes fall on your left hand. “And congratulations on your engagement. I've heard.”
You give him a close lipped smile in return, withdrawing your hand to cross your arms.
“Yes, it seems that everyone has.”
“You know, the term being put to use might not be taken as a good thing to every person.” The voice behind you causes your body to freeze. “Hello, stranger.”
Elijah is gone with the wind before you can notice and Hayley, who seems to have ventured off somewhere, still isn't back.
“She's not a stranger, Uncle Kol.” Hearing Hope's voice as you turn around is a form of relief, you admit. She's smiling kindly at you from her Uncle Kol's shoulders. “That's mom's friend. Remember, the one she told us was coming over?“
Kol acts fascinated. “That is true, Hope. Thank you for reminding me.”
She giggled, mouthing out to you above his head “Forgetful.”
You crack a smile at that. Mikaelson humor.
It doesn't take long for Hope to get tired of your attention and scurry away to her bedroom. And then, there were two.
How do you greet someone who broke your heart but still has a part of it with them?
“You look beautiful.”
You can affirm something: do not start like that.
“Thank you.“ You reply shortly. The stairs are right there, you could literally take a step back and you'd be on your way to the first floor. Still, you remain in the same place.
You had yet to look him in the eye since he entered the living room. That doesn't happen until he stops right in front of you.
The first thing you notice about Kol was his voice. Centuries back, when you first met, he had said your name before you even acknowledged his family. It slipped out of his tongue; honey mixed with pepper. A strange mixture that ends up being perfect once you taste.
Saying someone's name is like holding a secret beneath your tongue. You have the power to reveal it, you can pronounce it and you can choose to savour it to yourself. The taste is not made for everyone, it is reserved for you and you only. And he had that power from the first moment he called out your name.
“How's married life going?“
Your head tilts in confusion as his eyes are cast downwards. A scowl turns your lips into a frown. Just like that, the peaceful haze is over.
“Not married,” you say through gritted-teeth, turning away from him and from the flight of stairs. You want to get out of this house. If someone else asks about anything related to marriage again you'd probably snap.
“Yet, right?”
“That's what engagements work for, have you not had your fair share of those to understand that?” He has followed you outside and is faster than you since he's currently leaning with his body on your car door. Arms crossed and a side smile.
You hated to know what that meant. You hated that you knew him at all.
“Can you move?“ You snap, eyes narrowing. Kol hums softly as if he's considering your request. Dick. “Okay, I'll walk then.”
The defeated sigh you heard as you turn your back on him is almost a reason to make you relieved. But your arm was pulled back and that cold touch just made your whole body halt instantly.
❝ but I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain... ❞
“Can you stop being stubborn for a second?” He exclaims, kicking the car door shut as he walked with heavy steps towards you.
The rain softly paints the car windows with its tears. You forced him to step on the breaks so you could get out of the vehicle because of how mad you were. You couldn't remember the reason for the fight, but it happened and you didn't want to be around him.
“It's going to rain.”
You scoff, “I'm not made of sugar. I can handle a little rain.”
The thunder rolls in the sky, causing you to flinch slightly. A cold hand grabs your wrist.
“You'd rather walk in a thunderstorm than argue with me, is it?” Kol shrugs off his jacket with a scowl, covering your shoulder with it in a swift movement, one he had done many times before. “Real mature, love.” He shoves the car keys into your hand.
“What—”
“Take the car.” He had sped off before you could ask him to go to hell. Because no. You wouldn't take his car and leave him in a freaking thunderstorm. But he decided that just like he decided to put an end to your relationship.
“Stay.“ He says, drawing his hand back with hesitance. That quickly brought you back to the present. “I didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry.” That's one of the rarest moments you've heard him apologize, it didn't used to be something in his vocabulary.
“I'll just wait for Freya at the hotel. It's not like we can start the spell before she's here.” You clear your throat, a bit taken aback by his presence still. You feel so silly.
Kol nods thoughtfully, taking a step back from you as if you aren't allowed to be too close. “Okay.” And before you can enter your car and drive off, your ears are still very much in tune with his voice even if he's all the way inside the house. “It's good to see you again.”
You're not sure if you share the same feeling.
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“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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Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader x Damon Salvatore
Word count: 7,8K
Summary: You hated moving from the big city to the small picturesque town that is Mystic Falls, until two gorgeous men volunteer to make you feel right at home.
Warning(s): vampire!Elvis, Elvis is not famous, inaccurate timelines in both Elvis’ and Damon’s life, reader is naive and a lil lonely, strong language, alcohol consumption, mutual feeding, SMUT; threesome, handjob and oral (both m. and f. receiving), blood sharing, Elvis spits in Damon’s mouth once (im dead), double vaginal penetration.
Author’s note: i couldn’t think of a proper summary lmao BUT this is basically just filthy asf and i needed to get it out of my system. someone stop me from turning this into a series, BYE. the ending is shit btw, so just ignore that. love y’all, enjoy this strange combination that i know some of you needed hehehe ;)
For the visuals; I pictured Damon looking like this and this while writing it and Elvis like this and this, bc... hell yessss.
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Mystic Falls, Virginia ─  October, 1957.
Compared to Manhattan, Mystic Falls was the most boring place you had ever set foot in. It was a typical small picturesque town where everyone knew each other and would smile and make small talk any chance they got, only for them to gossip behind each others’ back. It was slow paced with barely anything going on, not even tourists would come and visit to spice up the place a little and you’d rather be anywhere else. Unfortunately for you, that wasn’t possible. You were only eighteen years old and still lived with your parents. Parents who were working non stop and barely had time for you which you already despised them for, so when they ripped you away from your familiar surroundings, your hatred toward your mother and father only grew. You missed New York and everything about the big city but for now, you had no other option than to accept your faith and try to fall into the role of a small town girl.
Although boring, you had to admit that Mystic Falls did look beautiful during autumn. You had only been here for a week so you didn’t really know yet what it looked like in the other seasons but you decided autumn would be your favorite while you were here─orange and red leaves trickled down the trees to the pavements as you walked through the small town, looking through the windows of some shops and restaurants that were located around the town’s square, the one church in town standing tall and proud in between the shops. While you missed the busy streets of New York and cars zooming by you at any second of the day, you did like how the air seemed to be more clean here and people seemed to actually pay attention to each other rather than walking with their heads down to get from A to B. The place was still boring to you, but it was peaceful and while you were still a city girl at heart, you figured that for the time being, you could get used to living here. As soon as you found a job and start earning your own money, you’d be right back on your way to New York.
You spend some time in the town’s square but after a little while you got bored people watching and the air was getting chilly, making you wrap your coat around you firmly as you made your way across the street and into the only diner there was. The smell of greasy french fries and coffee filled up your nostrils and it was at that moment, you heard your stomach grumbling, realising you hadn’t eaten anything since the morning. Slipping into a booth by the window, you took off your coat and grabbed the menu from the table, scanning through it. You hadn’t noticed the duo at the bar looking right at you as if you were a dish on the menu.
‘‘Fresh meat,’’ Damon grinned as he slapped Elvis’ arm, nodding into your direction. Elvis popped a french fry in his mouth as he looked over his shoulder, dropping the bitten off fry back onto his plate as a smirk appeared on his face. They didn’t get a lot of new people coming into town, for obvious reasons that you and your family were completely oblivious to, and the two men rarely fed on locals. They’d often go out of town for a proper meal other than blood bags and while you looked and smelled divine, both men were genuinely intrigued in you and the way you carried yourself. Most girls in town were taken back and shy, good Christian girls that would go to church every Sunday with their parents, scared they’d betray God if they would show a little too much skin. You on the other hand seemed like you were carved by the Devil himself and for the two predatory creatures they were, that was definitely a compliment.
The two men with both equally ocean blue eyes were drinking in every detail of you─the way your ankles were crossed so elegantly underneath the table, how your make-up was applied flawlessly, your hair styled to perfection as if you were going to the most glamorous party instead of eating lunch at a simple diner. You seemed young, but old enough for them to taint you with just the right amount of darkness.
‘‘We’re sharin’ this one, D,’’ Elvis told his friend as he picked up his bottle of coke, taking a big sip from it before he slid himself off of the barstool. Damon immediately followed his actions, straightening up his leather jacket. He honestly had no idea what Elvis’ plan was here, but he followed him over to your table nonetheless. Damon trusted Elvis with his life and vice versa─while not blood related, the two were like brothers, together pretty much every second of the day. They both embraced the creature they had become a few hundred years ago and were very similar yet very different when it came to their personalities─the perfect mix for their friendship.
When you looked up from your menu and saw two men coming your way instead of a waiter, you felt nerves creeping into your bones. You were mouthy and able to defend yourself whenever you needed to, and even though the people in this town seemed nice, assholes were everywhere. And these two raven haired blue eyed men sporting those leather jackets very much seemed like the asshole types. They wordlessly slipped into your booth and you raised an eyebrow as they sat across from you now, smiles on their faces as if you were supposed to know what the hell was happening right now.
‘‘Can I help you?’’ You asked, making sure to keep your voice under control and not let them know you were starting to get a bit more nervous and suspicious. Unfortunately for you, they already did and the one on the outside of the booth wasn’t shy to expose the state you were in.
‘‘You don’t have to be nervous, sweet cheeks. We’re just saying hi,’’ he grinned, folding his arms on the table as he leaned forward a little, tilting his head as his eyes traveled over your face, taking in every detail. You inhaled a shaky breath, straightening your shoulders as you got ready to put up your big girl act instead of just sitting there like a nervous, maybe even scared, little chicken.
‘‘Well, you said it, so you can leave again,’’ you told him, flashing him a sarcastic smile as you waved over a waiter.
‘‘Don’t mind my friend,’’ the guy sitting by the window said, giving his friend a glare before he turned back to you and smiled sweetly. You already figured out their little game and you wouldn’t buy into the whole ‘bad guy, good guy’ thing. They were probably both bad guys, only looking for one thing. And in the middle of a diner─now that really is bold.
‘‘I’m Elvis, he’s Damon,’’ the guy by the window said again, nodding his head to the other guy who waved at you with his fingertips, arrogant smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes and looked at the waiter who arrived at the table, ordering some food and a coffee. The two men shamelessly ordered drinks for themselves and you leaned back, crossing your arms. It didn’t seem like they were planning on leaving you alone and with you being as stubborn as ever, you were not going to move tables just for them.
‘‘What’s your name? We’ve never seen you around before. New to town?’’ Elvis continued and you squinted your eyes at him a little, tapping your fingertips against your arm. Naturally, you didn’t trust them one single bit, but you were lonely. You had been here for a week and you had not made one single friend yet and all your friends back home seemed to be too busy to pick up the phone. You wouldn’t judge anyone for their religion, but the girls you saw walking around with bibles under their arms and unfitted gowns reaching to the floor weren’t really your cup of tea.
‘‘It’s Y/N,’’ you said, giving in to your urges for human contact. ‘‘And yes, I’m new to town. I moved here a week ago with my parents,’’ you told them, the muscles in your body relaxing a little again as Elvis leaned back, resting his arm on the back of the booth behind Damon. ‘‘How old are you, Y/N?’’ Damon asked, not caring if it sounded inappropriate or not. You raised both your eyebrows and couldn’t help but laugh softly, unfolding your arms to lean them on the edge of the table, looking at him.
‘‘Are you always this direct?’’
‘‘Ofcourse. How else are we going to get to know you?’’ He grinned at you, quirking his eyebrow playfully and you looked at Elvis, who was wearing the same grin on his face. You sighed deeply, shaking your head a little. ‘‘I’m eighteen, turning nineteen next month,’’ you told them honestly. You didn’t miss the way they exchanged a look and you had no idea what it meant, but you didn’t even have time to comment on it. The waiter swung back by your table with your order and you quickly thanked him, looking back at the two men in front of you. ‘‘What about you guys?’’
Elvis sat up a little, taking a sip of his drink as he swiped his tongue over his bottom lip─which you hated yourself for looking at and finding hot. Assholes? Yes. Gorgeous assholes? Hell. Yes.
‘‘We go to Whitmore college in McKinley, just outside of town,’’ he said mysteriously, not giving you a straight answer, which annoyed you but you did your best not to let it show. If they wanted to be all mysterious, then so be it. They probably sat down at your table to feed their ego’s because they knew they looked good and wanted some validation, but you were positive that you would not see them after today anymore. Deep down inside, you hoped you would though and you mentally cursed yourself for that thought.
‘‘Alright,’’ you hummed, taking a small sip of your coffee. ‘‘And is Whitmore or McKinley better than this dull place? There’s absolutely nothing to do here,’’ you chuckled, looking at them curiously. ‘‘I’m from New York so this town pretty much feels like a shoe box to me,’’ Damon laughed at that, wrapping his hand around his coke bottle as he looked at you. Your eyes fell on the big chunky ring he wore on his left middle finger. The blue lapis lazuli gemstone stuck out the most, along with a ‘D’ engraved into it. Although out there, it was beautiful but you thought it was rather something older men would wear and not a college student. As he spoke again, you looked back into his eyes and plastered a smile on your face.
‘‘This town might be more interesting that you’d think. Has a lot of history,’’ he grinned, bringing the bottle to his lips to take a sip of the fizzy dark liquid. You stared at him for a few seconds─or more so at how his tongue poked out at the corner of his mouth after he lowered the bottle, that grin never fading off of his face. Honestly, it was almost unbelievable how such a small town could have two of such gorgeous men in it.
‘‘To answer your question, doll, yes. Whitmore is more fun,’’ Elvis grinned and you raised your eyebrow at the pet name. You’d usually not let men talk to you like this unless you were close to them, but in this moment, you did not feel the need to have a go at him and give him a piece of your mind about how you were nobody’s ‘doll’ or ‘sweet cheeks’.
These two men had some kind of effect on you, even though you weren’t going to admit that out loud, and you couldn’t fight it even if you tried.
‘‘Some of our… friends..’’ Elvis continued, giving Damon a quick side eye that went completely over your head. ‘‘are throwin’ a Halloween party tomorrow night. You’re welcome to join us,’’ he smiled and Damon nodded his head, leaning back in his seat as he tilted his head at you. You put your mug down and laughed softly, leaning your chin on your knuckles. ‘‘Well, I’d love to but I’m not a student,’’
‘‘Don’t worry about that, sweet cheeks. Pick you up at 8? At the square,’’ Damon said, nodding his head out to the window. You looked at the town’s square for a second, thinking their invitation over in your mind. It was still a week before Halloween, but dressing up and going to a party did sound like a good time and you were honestly craving for some fun. It wasn’t like your parents cared where you were or with who you were spending time with. You didn’t have any friends that you could plan a fun Halloween with either, so as you looked back the two men and saw the excited twinkle in their eyes, you had agreed almost immediately. If they really turned out to be not just assholes but creeps as well, you could just call a taxi to bring you back to Mystic Falls and sleep away the embarrassment of putting your trust in two strangers so quickly.
Due to the lack of time to get an actual costume, you had decided on a tight fitted black pencil dress in a v shape that left your shoulders bare and showed just the right amount of cleavage. The dress accentuated your curves perfectly and you added a pair of red pumps to at least add some color to the look. You spend a little more time on your hair and make up than usual─your eyeshadow a little darker than how you’d wear it during the day as well as your red lips, which were a shade darker too. You added a pearl necklace before you sprayed some perfume on your skin, throwing some stuff in your clutch before you wrapped a faux fur shawl around you. You were probably too dressed up for a college party, but seeing it was Halloween, you didn’t care and you doubted anyone else would.
The walk to the town’s square was short and Damon was already there, leaning against his black Cadillac Coupe de Ville. For a second, you were doubting your decision to come to the party─what kind of college student drives a car like that? Something didn’t add up, but the feeling was gone as soon as he looked you up and down, a smirk tugging at his lips.
‘‘You look stunning, sweet cheeks,’’ he complimented, greeting you with a hug and a kiss on your cheek. You blushed a little, grateful that he probably couldn’t see it in the dark. You laughed softly and thanked him, getting in the car when he opened the door for you. You looked around a little bit, ignoring the wave of nervousness washing over you but as he got behind the steering wheel, the feeling was gone. Just like that.
‘‘What are you supposed to be?’’ You asked teasingly as you looked at him, tugging at the leather jacket he wore yesterday as well. He wore a simple white tee underneath it, black fitted pants. Just like you, not very Halloween-y. ‘‘Myself, obviously,’’ he grinned at you as he shot you a wink, starting the roaring engine of the car. Your heart did a sommersault at the way he winked and you bit your lip, giggling softly. ‘‘I’m glad I’m not the only one who didn’t dress up,’’ you laughed softly, looking out of the window as you got further and further away from Mystic Falls.
‘‘Yeah, I was at least expecting a sexy witch outfit, maybe even a nun?’’ He commented playfully and you looked at him, snorting a little as you threw your shawl back around your shoulder, hitting the side of his face with it in a playfuly manner, making him laugh. ‘‘Obviously I’m a vampire. Just pretend the red lipstick is blood,’’ you told him, pointing at your lips as you wiggled your eyebrows playfully. He looked at you and due to the unlit road you were currently on, you didn’t see the way his eyes darkened as his teeth sunk into his lower lip, the corners of his mouth rising into a smile. ‘‘Alright, little Dracula,’’ he laughed softly, looking back at the road, his hands gripping onto the wheel a little tighter as he stepped on the gas pedal.
The drive with Damon was comfortable, not as tense as you first had expected it to be, and you arrived at McKinley in about thirty minutes. The party was held in a more residential area rather than at Whitmore itself and you gaped at the huge sorority house Damon parked his car in front of, people walking in and out of the place, obviously not caring about their neighbors or whatsoever. You got out of the vehicle as Damon opened the door for you and smiled at him, hooking your arm through his when he held it out for you. ‘‘E is inside,’’ he chuckled when he noticed you looking around for his friend and you just nodded and smiled, following him up to the open front door. Elvis appeared in the door opening before you could even enter, a boy dressed in a very cheap looking pumpkin costume next to him.
‘‘Invite ‘em in,’’ Elvis told him, landing a firm hand on his back and you looked at the pumpkin dressed kid as he invited you both in, though his eyes were only on Damon. He looked scared for whatever reason and honestly, that should’ve been a huge warning to you, especially with how fast he walked away from all of you when you and Damon stepped inside. But you ignored it, so desperately wanting Elvis and Damon to be good guys, wanting to become friends with them. You had no idea you were in way over your head.
Elvis smiled brightly at you as he held out his arm for you the same way Damon did and you had already forgotten about the weird situation, hooking your arm through his as well. He pressed a kiss on your cheek and grinned at both you and his friend on your other side. ‘‘Now let’s get some drinks, shall we? Y’all made me wait long enough,’’ he suggested, though did not wait for an answer as both men were already guiding you further into the house and through the crowd of dressed up and already drunk people, and into the kitchen. You let go of their arms and smiled excitedly as Elvis handed you a drink─nobody even questioned that you were here even though you weren’t a student at Whitmore, and luckily the two men didn’t care about the fact that legally you weren’t allowed to drink yet.
‘‘So, me and Damon are dressed up as ourselves and... what are you?’’ you grinned at Elvis as you leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping your drink as you looked him up and down. He wore black fitted pants similar to Damon, a red wool sweater with the collar popped up and ofcourse that signature leather jacket. The only thing that would indicate he was at a Halloween party was the gold mask he wore over his eyes, making his blue eyes pop even more than they did yesterday. His dark locks were perfectly slicked back, while Damon’s similar dark locks were a bit more messy, fringe cutely tickling his eyebrows.
Elvis handed a beer to Damon and laughed, taking up the spot next to you as he leaned against the counter as well. ‘‘I can be whatever you want me to be, doll,’’ he grinned as he looked down at you due to the height difference, teeth sinking into his lower lip as his eyes traveled down to your lips. You felt your heart leap pathetically in your chest, squeezing your thighs together a little as butterflies did not only flutter in your stomach but further down as well. The way he was looking at you from behind that mask… it got you feeling all type of ways. And when Damon took a step closer to you and took your shawl off, his fingertips ghosting down your side, you almost felt like someone took away your oxygen.
‘‘Tonight is all about you, Y/N,’’ he grinned, looking at Elvis for a second, who nodded and took a small sip of his beer, his hand hovering behind your back. ‘‘It’s your first college party, sweet cheeks. Let’s not waste time in the kitchen,’’ Damon then said and while his previous comment had you nearly squirming in their presence, you sucked in some air and nodded, downing your drink before you put the empty glass down. The two men exchanged a smirk before they tugged you along into the dancing crowd.
You had no idea how you got here─sandwiched by two of the most gorgeous men you ever laid eyes on, deliciously buzzed on the martini’s they had been feeding you throughout the night, their hands all over your body. You forgot about any worries and problems that ghosted through your mind before as the alcohol did its job and loosened you up more and more as the minutes ticked by on the clock. You had one arm wrapped around Damon’s neck who was behind you, firm hands on your hips as he grinded against you, your other hand wrapped around Elvis’ neck who was in front of you, his hands exploring your sides and slipping over Damon’s to reach the side of your thighs. Their touches were heavenly to your drunken state, fueling the fire that was growing in the pit of your stomach and in between your legs. You were positive that your panties would be ruined by the time you left the party and you just didn’t give a damn anymore. You loved the attention they were giving to you and you only and you wanted more.
Elvis brought his hand up and reached it out to your face, cupping your cheek. As you leaned into his touch and closed your eyes, swaying your body to the music that blasted through the house, you didn’t see the quick nod the two men exchanged. Once you opened your eyes again, you noticed Elvis got rid of his mask and he leaned in a little closer, looking into your eyes. ‘‘Don’t scream. You’ll enjoy this,’’ he compelled you and you were about to frown and giggle in his face, until his pupils shifted in size. It was only for a split second, but as if on automatic pilot, you just nodded and didn’t move a muscle when he leaned in to your neck.
Goosebumps licked at your skin as you felt his hot breath against your neck and when he placed a tiny kiss on your skin, your eyes fluttered shut. When Damon did the same on the other side, you tangled your digits in both men’s locks, biting your lip─you were expecting to have at least one of them kiss you any second now, but instead you were surprised with an intense and sharp pain as their teeth pierced through your skin right at the same time. Your grip on their hair got firmer and you widened your eyes, but weirdly enough, the pain only lasted for about ten seconds until it was replaced by pure euphoria. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you moaned shamelessly, letting them have their way with you in the middle of the dance floor. Nobody was paying attention, as it simply looked like they were kissing your neck with the way they were feeding─clean, quick and in complete control. Completely different from when they’d go in for a kill, but both Damon and Elvis did not want you dead. Far from it.
When they pulled back, you softly gasped for air and whimpered softly as Damon licked at the small punctured holes he created on his side of your neck, removing the last bit of blood. You looked at Elvis with dazed eyes, bringing your fingertips to your neck─as you looked at the blood, your blood, on your fingers, excitement rather than fear bubbled in your stomach. His eyes never left yours as you held out your fingertips to him and he looked down at the blood, his eyes darkening at the smell of your blood, veins crawling underneath his skin right under his eyes. You should’ve been running for the hills right now, screaming bloody murder, but as he wrapped his lips around your digits and licked the blood off of them, you just stood there as your arousal grew tenfold. He smiled at you as he took your fingers out of his mouth, giving you a sneak peek of his fangs as he ran his tongue over them, his fingers intertwining with yours. The big chunky ring he wore that looked similar to Damon’s was cold against your heated skin.
‘‘Are you going to kill me?’’ You asked suddenly, your voice as calm and collected as ever. You had no idea what they had planned for you, but dying by the hands of these two creatures seemed like a good way to go. According to your drunk mind, at least.
Damon laughed softly behind you, looking down at you from the side as he shook his head, caressing a lock of your hair behind your ear. ‘‘Ofcourse not, silly,’’ he smirked, snaking his arms around your waist. ‘‘We only wanna make you feel good,’’ he whispered in your ear, though it was loud enough for you to hear over the music. As you felt his hard on pressing against your ass, you gasped softly and squeezed Elvis’ hand, looking at him. ‘‘What are you two?’’ You couldn’t stop yourself from asking, even though in the back of your mind, you already knew. They were the exact thing that you mentioned to Damon in the car earlier, the thing that you joked about. The thing that people told camp fire stories about to scare each other. Vampires.
‘‘I think you already know,’’ Elvis grinned, his eyes had gone back to their normal blue color. He placed your hand that he was holding against his chest firmly, taking a step closer to you if that was even possible because both men were nearly suffocating you already with how close they were.
‘‘We still got beatin’ hearts and blood streamin’ through our veins, doll. We’re not that different,’’ he said, his hand still keeping yours firmly in place, letting you feel his beating heart which was very prominent. Everything that you had ever known about vampires, which wasn’t a lot to be fair, had been wrong. They weren’t as pale as snow, they were able to go outside during the day… they were just like anyone else. Walking among men, hiding in plain sight.
‘‘Are you afraid?’’ Damon whispered in your ear again, sending chills down your spine and you slightly turned your head, looking at him. You searched for any malicious intent that might be hiding in his eyes, but you couldn’t find any and you slowly shook your head. Damon grinned and looked at Elvis, loosening his grip around you. ‘‘Then I think it’s about time we get out of here,’’ the vampire in front of you said, tugging you along out of the house as Damon grabbed your shawl from where he put it, following you and Elvis outside.
The thirty minute drive back to Mystic Falls was a blur to you, but you couldn’t blame it on the alcohol anymore. This time, Elvis was the culprit as he sat on the backseat with you bending over the front seat, your dress pulled up to your waist and your panties slid down your thighs. He had three fingers knuckle deep inside of you and you were a mess, moaning in Damon’s ear as you clawed at his shoulders, holding onto him for dear life. The vampire behind you grinned proudly to himself as he leaned forward, placing open mouthed kisses on your ass cheeks and you weren’t even sure it was human with how fast he was fingering you so shamelessly in the backseat of his best friend’s car.
‘‘Take it easy on her, E. You’re gonna wear her out before we even get to the house,’’ Damon laughed as he turned his head, kissing the corner of your mouth soothingly. You whined as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, hiding your face in his neck as your thighs were shaking like a leaf, walls clenching firmly around Elvis’ digits. ‘‘She can take it,’’ Elvis chuckled devilishly, landing a slap against your ass, making you moan right into Damon’s ear, which made the other vampire even more aroused. And a little frustrated that he was the one driving. ‘‘Isn’t that right, doll?’’ Elvis questioned, squeezing your ass with his other hand and you slowly lifted your head, looking over your shoulder as you nodded.
The second Damon killed the engine of the car in front of the house, you came undone on Elvis’ fingers, crying in Damon’s neck. Damon raised your head by cupping your cheek and pressed his lips against yours and you were needy as you slipped your tongue in his mouth while he drank in all of your moans and whines. The men were quick to get you out of the car, using their vampire speed and before you could even blink, you were thrown on a kingsized bed. You didn’t even have time to look around the fancy room, nor did you care much for it, your attention only on the two men that stood by the end of the bed. You giggled softly and got on your knees, crawling over to them before you lifted yourself up, crashing your lips onto Elvis’. He immediately kissed you back as he dropped his jacket to the floor, his hands fumbling with his belt. You reached out a hand to Damon, who had gotten rid of most of his clothing already and was kicking off his shoes before he got on the bed and started kissing down in between your shoulder blades. His hands found the zipper of your dress and he was quick to pull it down, letting the fabric slip off of your body.
Elvis broke the kiss, looking down at the lack of bra, a grin tugging at his lips as Damon’s hands immediately squeezed your bare breasts from where he was situated behind you. Elvis allowed Damon to pull you with him further on the bed, situating himself against the pillows that were perched against the wooden head board. You sat in between his legs as his fingertips pinched and flicked your nipples, before his large palms would go back to massaging them. Both men were completely naked by now and Elvis crawled onto the bed, taking off your shoes one by one, throwing them onto the floor. You moaned softly at Damon’s actions and watched Elvis with anticipation as he got in between your legs after he got rid off your panties completely, his plumb lips kissing up the insides of your thighs, getting closer and closer to where you wanted him the most.
Both men were perfectly in sync, only having to exchange a short look─as Elvis licked a stripe up between your folds, tongue flicking at your clit, Damon leaned down to your neck and once more sunk his teeth in, softly piercing his fangs through your delicate skin. He made sure to go slow at first, not knowing what your reaction would be since they hadn’t compelled you this time, but as soon as you moaned, he sucked a little harder and Elvis wrapped his lips around your clit, rolling his tongue over the sensitive bud.
The pain and pleasure mixed deliciously and you were a moaning mess in the matter of minutes, hands grabbing onto Damon’s legs to keep yourself steady. Elvis was drinking all of your essence, switching between dipping his tongue into your entrance teasingly before he’d go back to making out with your pussy, tip of his tongue flicking against your clit at an unholy speed. Damon pulled back from your neck and held you still as he had his arms wrapped around your waist now─you looked up at him and let him kiss you, tasting your own blood on his tongue and lips. You felt like an absolute maniac, not even recognizing yourself, as you sucked some blood off of his lower lip, but God… everything they were doing to you felt so damn good. It was like you were blooming into a completely different person.
Your second orgasm hit you incredibly fast, but they barely gave you time to catch your breath and as Damon removed himself from behind you, you let yourself fall back in the pillows. You were still eager to please, so when they got on either side of you, you sat up a little and wrapped your hand around their cocks. You looked up at Elvis as he groaned, throwing his head back when you started pumping them in your fists, swirling your thumb over the tips to gather some of their precum. The noises they were making because of you only motivated you more and more and you turned to Damon, leaning closer to him to take him in your mouth. He cursed softly as he reached out an arm to Elvis, placing his hand on his shoulder to keep himself steady. Elvis grinned at his friend’s action and did the same, holding onto Damon’s shoulder as he watched you suck the other man off, fucking himself into your hand when you’d forget to move your hand. This was your first threesome and with the way your mind was all over the place because of both the alcohol and how freaking turned on you were, you were still learning in some ways.
‘‘Fuck, sweet cheeks. You’re good at that,’’ Damon moaned as he looked down at you when you swirled your tongue around his tip, batting your eyelashes at him before you turned back to Elvis, licking your lips. Elvis grinned at you, watching with hungry eyes as you took him in your mouth, deeper and deeper until your nose tickled against his pubes, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. Tears pooled in your eyes and you inhaled through your nose as you pulled back a little, giving yourself more space to breathe again. His hand that wasn’t holding onto Damon was tangled in your hair and he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting into your mouth and you had to try real hard to focus on Damon as well, jerking him off at the same speed Elvis was having his way with you.
He pulled back out of your mouth when he felt his cock twitching and you gasped for air, switching your attention back to Damon, taking him back in your mouth as Elvis lowered himself on the bed next to you. Speaking with their eyes once more, Damon pulled out of your mouth and moved off of the bed, planting his feet on the floor as Elvis grabbed your hips and turned you around swiftly, keeping you on hands and knees right in front of Damon, taking him back in your hand and mouth, because you were so damn needy yourself too. Elvis was placing kisses all over your back, lips traveling down further and further until he reached your ass and you whined around Damon’s cock when Elvis sunk his teeth in your ass cheek, piercing your skin with his fangs. Damon growled deeply at the vibrations you were sending through his bones by moaning around him and as Elvis pulled back after a few minutes, you were starting to feel light headed which you blamed on the alcohol─and definitely the blood loss─but you still wanted more. You were determined not to ruin this night so soon. As you felt Elvis rising to his feet on the bed, you slowly took Damon out of your mouth and looked up, arousal practically dripping down your thighs at the sight above you.
Elvis grabbed Damon’s face, digging his fingertips into his cheeks to make him part his lips before he let a long string of your blood dribble into the other vampire’s mouth. Damon stuck out his tongue, taking it all in as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, cock twitching in front of your face. Your blood dripped down both their chins and you clenched the sheets in your palms, whining softly at the sight. You were so wrong about this town─Mystic Falls was definitely better than New York.
You sneakily moved out from in between them and sat up on your knees, reaching out a hand to both their faces, swiping some blood from their faces before sucking it off of your digits. You probably looked like an idiot for tasting your own blood and it made you blush softly and scrunch your nose a little. It didn’t taste as good to you as it did to them and Elvis tilted his head, grinning at you. ‘‘You wanna have a taste, doll?’’ he asked though did not wait for an answer as he sunk his teeth into the palm of his hand and you watched blood trickle down his forearm as he held it out to you.
You felt like you had completely lost your mind but with the way he was looking at you, you couldn’t resist─wrapping your lips around the two punctured holes in his hand, you lapped your tongue at his blood. The metallic taste was still there, but it was definitely different from your own. Somewhat.. sweeter. You felt your energy slipping back into your body as the marks they created on your skin healed up as if they had never been there and you widened your eyes at him a little bit, both vampire’s laughed as they admired your blood stained lips when you pulled back.
‘‘You New York girls are wild lil things, aren’t you?’’ Damon grinned as you bit your lip and shrugged innocently, looking over at Elvis as he laid down against the pillow. You crawled over to him and straddled his hips, looking over your shoulder as Damon grabbed onto your hips, sticking your ass out to him.
‘‘Get her ready, D,’’ Elvis smirked knowingly and you looked at him with curious eyes. He looked at you with a smile on his face as he brought your face closer to his, kissing your lips, the taste of your blood and his own mixing together causing a shiver to run down his spine.
‘‘You trust us, don’t ya?’’ He hummed against your lips and absentmindedly, you immediately nodded as you swayed your ass from left to right a little, needing Damon’s attention. He replied by slipping his digits through your folds, sinking in two fingers in your entrance at the same time, making you moan against Elvis’ lips. ‘‘And you want both of us, right, doll?’’ Elvis grinned as he rubbed your back soothingly, lips kissing the corner of your mouth and along your jawline. You nodded desperately, moaning lewdly as Damon added another finger, scissoring you open and ready for them. ‘‘Then that’s what you’ll get,’’ Elvis hummed in your ear, teeth sinking softly in your earlobe before he flicked his tongue against it once, laughing softly. You hid your face in his neck, pushing your hips back against Damon’s fingers and you just weren’t able to keep quiet. You had absolutely no idea if you would survive the night, metaphorically and literally, but you could care less. All you cared about in this moment was Elvis and Damon and how needy you were to feel them inside of you.
When you said you wanted them inside of you, you meant one at a time. You figured that perhaps they would switch and take turns, but no─they were currently both inside of your pussy, fucking you raw. You had no idea such thing was even possible, but you were pretty proud of yourself for taking them, seeing as they definitely were not the smallest. You weren’t in the right mind to give yourself a pat on the shoulder though, being pressed against Elvis’ chest as you were nearly crying with the amount of pleasure. Luckily, you weren’t the only one in such a delirious state. Both Damon and Elvis were moaning and groaning, the feeling of being buried so deep inside of you at the same time and their cocks rubbing against each other and creating such delicious friction, making it hard for them to hold back. You were absolutely sure that you wouldn’t be able to walk as soon as this was over─not with the way Damon was fucking you, stretching you out to no end as Elvis held still. Damon would slip out now and then, making room for Elvis to thrust up into you at a speed so fast you were positive it couldn’t have been human.
Elvis looked over your shoulder, making eye contact with his friend who just grinned back at him and gave him a nod. ‘‘Turn around, baby,’’ Damon said as Elvis’ thrusts came to a stop and Elvis gave you a small encouraging smile─ofcourse, you did as you were told and raised your hips, whining softly at the feeling of Elvis slipping out of you. You inhaled a deep breath of air as you turned around, hovering above Elvis with your back facing him, your arms reached back to place your hands on his shoulders to keep yourself steady for what was about to come. With a quick movement, Elvis had slipped himself back into you, keeping still as he spread his legs a bit more for Damon to plant a knee in between them, pressing down firmly on the bed as he circled the tip of his cock around your clit teasingly. The feeling made you moan and squeeze your walls aroun Elvis’ cock tightly, making the man underneath you dig his fingertips into your hips, moaning needily. Damon smiled to himself as he guided himself back inside of you as well, his balls hitting those of Elvis as he thrusted at a rapid pace.
Your mind went completely blank, your throat feeling sore and dry from moaning and screaming as both men filled you up. It almost felt like it was too much at times but when Damon would slip out for Elvis to fuck up into you, you already missed the feeling of having them both inside of you. With the amount of stamina they had, they could keep this up for hours but you were still human and when Elvis felt you shaking on top of him, he grinned and slowed down his thrusts, looking at Damon. The other man already knew what he was trying to say and grinned, raising one of your legs to put it on his shoulder as he pushed himself inside again, both of them trying to move at the same time now while they were buried inside of you. Elvis snaked a hand around your waist, his fingers finding your clit within seconds and when he started skilfully rubbing the sensitive muscle, you dug your nails into Elvis’ shoulders, squeezing your eyes shut as white spots clouded your vision completely.
You didn’t even have the strenght to tell the men that you were about to cum, but they could already tell by how tight you were clenching around both of them and how you were nearly to tears. Damon kissed the side of your foot as his hands were all over your thighs, squeezing at your flesh while Elvis was still continuing his assault on your clit, his other hand squeezing your breast roughly, but the slight sting of pain only made your orgasm so much more delicious. With a few more thrusts of Damon’s fast hips, the two vampires came undone with you, painting your walls white at the same time.
Damon smiled softly at the sight of the state you were in, bringing your leg back down as he slowly pulled out of you, making both you and Elvis moan softly.
‘‘Goddamnit, doll,’’ Elvis breathed underneath you as you slowly lifted yourself off of him, letting your body fall next to him on the bed. Your limbs felt like jelly, your thighs still shaking like leaves. ‘‘You still think Mystic Falls is boring?’’ he grinned and you looked at him, your chest heaving up and down rapidly as your heart thumped in your ears.
‘‘D-Definitely not,’’ you stuttered with a soft chuckle, looking at Damon with a smile as he let himself fall down next to you on your other side. The three of you laughed, looking up at the ceiling in silence for a bit. You were still trying to comprehened what the hell just happened, and how you allowed yourself to get in this position, but you were definitely not complaining.
‘‘I would just like to say,’’ you spoke up when you managed to find your breath again, getting some hair out of your face by running your fingers through your locks. ‘‘If you’re planning on killing me, you don’t have to.. I’m already dead,’’ you chuckled weakly, sticking your tongue out as you closed your eyes, rolling your head against Elvis’ shoulder. Both men laughed and Damon rolled onto his side, leaning his head in his hand.
‘‘We told you we’re not going to kill you,’’ he smiled at you, caressing his fingertips down the side of your thigh, sending a shiver down your spin. Elvis turned to you as well, slipping his arm around your waist. ‘‘You’re too pretty to kill,’’ he whispered, kissing your cheek.
‘‘So.. are you really college students?’‘ You asked, raising an eyebrow as you looked between the two men. They laughed softly, shaking their heads. ‘‘How old are you?’’
‘‘Why don’t we save the questions for later, doll? You need a bath first,’’ Elvis said and Damon nodded, laughing softly at his friend. You sighed softly and pouted at them, but you still allowed them to take you to the spacious ensuite bathroom, letting them run you a bath. Your knees were wobbly and you had never been this sore in your life, your muscles aching uncomfortably but you didn’t regret anything about tonight. And if they were planning on keeping you with them to have their way with you and provide the aftercare that you definitely needed, who were you to deny them?
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billyrayjo · 14 hours
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Fangs
Damon Salvatore x F! Reader
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** I am literally psychotic for this man. If anyone has any recs of any longer fics to read for Damon, please send my way! I feel like there aren’t enough lol **
~ just pretend this is an alternate vampire diaries universe where Elena stays with Stefan after turning!
Thinking about making this a short series with roadtrip x one bed trope! Let me know if that’s something you’d want!
If it were up to you, your best friend would’ve never fallen for a vampire in the first place.
Not only would you have a little more peace and quiet, but you might have at least a slight grip on your sanity.
You are currently standing in your bathroom, cursing to yourself as you try to wipe off the dried blood on your neck. You’d been bitten a few hours ago, the hectic events of the night putting a pause on your ability to treat your wound earlier.
As sad as it is to say, the bite really didn’t affect you like it should have. You’d been bitten too many times to count, and with Stefan using you as a message from Klaus, the well-being of your bestie’s oddly likeable boyfriend took precedence over a vampire bite.
The cotton ball slipped out of your grasp again, landing on the counter silently, drawing a “mother fu-” past your lips before a throat clearing snatched your attention to the doorway. Leaning smugly against the doorframe, clad in a leather jacket and jeans, arms tucked across his chest, was your biggest nightmare.
Damon Salvatore.
Since his brother had gone missing with Klaus, he had recruited you as his partner to aid in finding him. His exact reasoning was something along the lines of you both “sharing an interest” in finding him for the people you love or something. Stefan is your best friend’s boyfriend, so finding him was important to you. Working alongside his handsome devil of a brother, not so much.
Damon is reckless. He’s selfish and uncaring, willing to sacrifice anyone or anything for his own wants and needs. He’s rude, snarky, sarcastic, and impulsive. All of that in mind, that’s not the reason you despise him, surprisingly. You despise him for the ease in which he pulls a blush to your cheeks, the tingling feeling he leaves behind when he brushes against you, the knots in your stomach that appear when his baby blue’s meet your gaze.
That is what is despicable about Damon to you. The ability he has to completely knock you off balance, leaning into those giggly teenage fantasies every girl has. It’s dangerous.
Knowing this, you can’t help but roll your eyes in frustration when you take a glance at his smirking face standing in your bathroom doorway. He’s been doing that lately. Popping in for visits unannounced, anyways. They started with purpose, him discussing a new lead about Stefan, gathering the intel you had gathered on your own investigation. Now, though, it seems like he just does it because he’s.. bored?
“Well hello to you too.” He mutters, scoffing at the greeting he received from you.
“I’m busy, Damon.” You mutter, cotton ball back up to your neck. You let out a sound of despair when you accidentally graze the open hole in your neck, throwing the cotton ball back onto the counter before letting out a sigh of defeat.
“Yeah, busy failing. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re trying to make it worse..” he argued, standing up straight to come stand behind you in the mirror.
You avoid his gaze in the reflection, instead choosing to pull out a new cotton ball and douse it in peroxide to busy yourself. Once the ball is saturated, you look back at yourself in the mirror, leaning in closer to get a better view of the wound.
“My bad. I’m not yet an expert on how to treat a bite from a creature that shouldn’t even exist, I suppose.” You grumble, moving more of your hair out of the way to examine the area.
You had already gotten ready for bed, your hair in long loose curls from the style you did that morning, makeup cleared and skincare applied. You didn’t let yourself over analyze the fact that you were wearing a massive tshirt and tiny sleep shorts, though.
Damon sighed behind you. You felt a little tug on the ends of your hair before he murmured a quick “let me see” and turned your shoulder to face him.
Giving up, you dropped your shoulders in defeat, turning away from the mirror and leaning your weight into the counter top. You crossed your arms over your chest and raised one eyebrow up to the ceiling as you met Damon’s gaze.
“I figured Klaus would’ve killed you by now for trying to detain Stefan.” you mused, lip fighting its way into a smirk at your own humor. Damon’s eyes followed the movement before coming back to your own. He let out his own little smirk as well, and you tried not to shiver when his hand slid into the juncture of your neck to angle your head. His fingers easing into your hair and warm palm on your pulse point almost had your eyes rolling back into your head.
“Kill me? You’re hilarious. Klaus knows better than to try that.” He jokes, free hand coming up to wipe at the wound with the cotton ball you had previously. You let out an annoyingly girly giggle at his response, lifting your eyes to look at the well behind his head as he leaned in closer to your neck.
“I seem to recall you being bedridden for days with a werewolf bite a few short months ago. Received by none other than the man himself.” You dramatically sighed, bringing your finger up to tap your chin as if in deep thought.
Damon just shook his head with a huff at your antics, finally getting the last few bits of blood off of your neck. The silence was comfortable as he moved onto applying ointment to the wound.
After a few minutes of doctoring, you felt your eyes getting heavy and your head leaning more into Damon’s palm. “Alright. We’re almost done. Sorry for boring you to death.” He teased, hand coming up to poke you in the side as your eyes flew back open.
“Hey!” You whined, hand coming up to slap at his chest, albeit very weakly. Letting out a huff, you pulled your hand back in and crossed it back under your other arm.
“Remind me to never come to your rescue again. All I’ve gotten in return is snoring and abuse.” Damon grumbled, finally sticking down a bandage before throwing the wrapper in the trash.
“I’ll show you abuse” you murmured, grabbing onto Damon’s outstretched hands to turn you back around. You met your gaze in the mirror and then inspected the bandage up close. “Wooowww. Someone really knows their stuff.” You tease, eyebrows wiggling in your reflection as you keep looking closely.
Damon just rolls his eyes in annoyance before grabbing your wrist gently and easing you towards your bedroom. He pulls back your blankets before helping you ease into the bed, pulling them back over you once you’re settled in.
“Get some shut eye soldier, we’re going to Alabama tomorrow.” He whispers towards your ear in a smirk, raising back up to pat on your shoulder gently before walking away.
You shoot up suddenly, gasping out a “We’re what?!”.
Your question falls on deaf ears, your room dark and empty with the curtains swaying in the breeze.
** OKAY. I MIGHT ACTUALLY MAKE THIS A SERIES. POSSIBLE ROADTRIP x ONE BED TROPE COMING SOON EEEEKKK!! LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK*
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theodoresgirl · 7 months
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Welcome to my Master List Link 2 Pinned/Intro
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What I Write - GirlxGuy sfw/NSFW
What I will try to Write for you - GuyxGuy sfw/NSFW GirlxGirl sfw
What i can't write - GirlxGirl NSFW
I tend to write from a female or gender neutral POV unless its stated otherwise. Below is a list and links to my already written story's, and below that is lists and or ideas of who I write for.
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Flynn Rider / Eugene Fitzherbert
Secret Romance - Sleepy!Eugene x F!Reader Villagers AU / Secret Romance
Moon Light - Eugene x Fem!Reader Part 2 , Villagers AU / Secret Romance
Bucky Barnes
Love Triangle - You and Bucky have a 6 year old daughter, But your love didn’t really work out on both ends.
Killian Jones / Captain Hook
Tavern Waitress - Killian Jones x Fem!Tavern worker!Reader / Killian and his crew come into your fathers tavern.
Lady Edith - Killian Jones x Snows!Daughter!Reader + 3 year old daughter
Odd Cat - Killian Jones x Cheshire Cat!Reader / Killian meets the Cheshire cat and he's completely in love with her strange personality and creepy appearance.
Just Shut Up - Killian Jones x Cheshire Cat!Reader / Killian and Cheshire meet again in story-broke after kitty falls into a body of water.
Theodore Nott
Burn - Theodore Nott x Female!Reader Hamiliton au 🙏🏻 / Reader finds out about Theodores affair he made public.
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WIP’s
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Tangled
Flynn Rider/Eugene Fitzherbert Rapunzel Mother Gothel
The Little Mermaid
Ariel Eric ( 1989 & Live Action ) Possibly Ariel's Sisters
Frozen
Anna Elsa Kristoff Hans
Beauty and The Beast
Belle Beast Gaston
Once Upon a Time
Killian Jones
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The Walking Dead
Daryl Dixon
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Golden Trio era
Draco Malfoy Ron Weasley Fred & George Weasley Hermione Granger
*FAN CASTS* Matheo Riddle Theodore Nott
The Marauders era
Regulus Black
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Marvel
Bucky Barnes Steve Rogers Natasha Romanoff Peter Parker/Tom Tony Stark Loki Laufeyson Thor Odinson
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Scooby Doo
Shaggy Rogers Fred Jones Velma Dinkley Daphne Blake
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Twilight
Jacob Black
The Vampire Diaries
Damon Salvatore Bonnie Bennett Jeremy Gilbert
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NCIS
Jethero Gibbs
Law & Order: SVU
Elliot Stabler Dominick Carisi Rafael Barba Nick Amaro Odafin Tutuola
Criminal Minds
Spencer Reid Derek Morgan Aaron Hotchner
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My Hero Academia
Dabi Katsuki Bakugou
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Dividers, repost divider By saradika
Word Dividers by CafeKitsune
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honeybear-yammy · 1 year
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Secret Kinks
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Warnings: cursing, mentions of porn, talk about sex
Pairings: Damon Salvatore x Female Vampire Reader
Summary: When you go on Damon's laptop, you find a porn folder on there then decided to confront him.
Prompts "I found this porn folder on your laptop- I had no idea you had those kinks."
© Honeybear-Yammy, please do not steal, translate, copy, or transfer my work.
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You had taken Damon's laptop while he was showering and decided to look at it. You felt like he was hiding something from you and as his best friend you decided that you were going to find out for yourself if he was hiding anything.
You opened the laptop and put in the password since you knew it and then got searching. After you had been searching for awhile, you found a folder on his laptop. Your curiosity got the best of you and you decided to open it. 
You were very shocked of what you found in the folder. It was a porn folder. It seemed like the porn was about a daddy kink, bondage kink, and other kinks. You had no idea that Damon even had those kinks. He usually told you everything about himself but, this is one thing he never told you.
Then again, you hid your kinks from him too since you were scared he would make fun of you or something like that. You did love Damon but, he could be a dick. You didn't hear him but, Damon had got out of the shower and walked into his room with a towel wrapped around his waist.
"What the fuck are you doing with my laptop y/n?!" He asked.
"Eek!" You squeaked and jumped before turning around quickly to look at him. He was glaring down at you. "I- heyyyy..." You said awkwardly when you saw him.
"I asked you a question, now please answer the fucking question!" He snapped.
"Well, I felt like you were hiding something from me so, I was worried there was something wrong. So, I decided to look at your laptop to see what you were hiding from me." You said. 
"Well, that is sweet of you for worrying about me but, there is nothing wrong." He said.
"Well, I know that now. Either way I found what I was looking for." You said as you got up. The second you said that, you saw Damon's eyes go wide. You smirked a little at his reaction.
"I- uhm- what did you find?" He asked nervously.
"Well, I found this porn folder on your laptop- I had no idea you had those kinks." You said. 
"I- fuck." He mumbled as he sat down on his bed before rubbing his face. 
"It's fine, you don't need to be embarrassed." You said. "I mean I have kinks too, you're not the only one." You said with a slight chuckle. You could tell by the way that he looked at you that he got an idea. 
"Okay, well, if we both have kinks, since you know mine, why don't you tell me yours and then we could... help each other out." He said with a smirk. You couldn't lie, even though Damon was your best friend, you had always wanted to be fucked by him. You stood there and thought about it and then smirked.
"Y'know what, let's do this." You said with a smirk. It was going to be a long night.
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Author's Note: tysm for reading!
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thecitysgraveyard · 9 months
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the vampire diaries/the originals masterlist
damon salvatore
toxic/yandere damon (damon salvatore x gn!reader)
warnings - yandere themes, and a bit of toxicity from damon.
damon getting drunk on your blood (damon salvatore x f!reader)
warnings - reader's blood being drunk by damon, sexual themes.
damon with an insecure reader (damon salvatore x f!reader)
warnings - insecurity, kisses, fluff.
klaus mikaelson
yandere!klaus mikaelson (klaus mikaelson x f!reader)
warnings - yandere themes.
yandere!klaus mikaelson with pregnant reader (klaus mikaelson x f!reader)
warnings - yandere themes, mentions of being pregnant.
klaus courting reader (klaus mikaelson x f!reader)
warnings - courting.
elijah mikaelson
yandere!elijah mikaelson (elijah mikaelson x f!reader)
warnings - yandere themes.
kol mikaelson
nothing done yet
malachai parker
nothing done yet
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ao3feed-tolkien · 1 year
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Smutty Smutty One-Shots (Marvel | The Avengers | X-men | Stranger Things | Sherlock | Harry Potter | Walking Dead | Originals | Vampire Diaries | Hunger Games | James Bond | Lord of the Rings | The Punisher | Doctor Who
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/4uYVmla
by Lululapino
Just a collection of completely self-indulgent, obscenely filthy smut-shots featuring a bunch of really hot guys we'd all like to fuck
Words: 2048, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Sherlock (TV), X-Men - All Media Types, X-Men (Movieverse), Stranger Things (TV 2016), The Vampire Diaries (TV), The Originals (TV), Pirates of the Caribbean (Movies), Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who, James Bond (Craig Movies), The Hunger Games (Movies), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, The Lord of the Rings (Movies), The Punisher (TV 2017)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Eddie Munson/Reader, Henry Creel | One | Vecna/Reader, Billy Hargrove/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Tony Stark/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, Loki/Reader, Tom Hiddleston/Loki/Reader, Vision/Reader, Negan Smith/Reader, Negan/reader, Tenth Doctor/Reader, Jack Harkness/Reader, Tenth Doctor/Jack Harkness/Reader, Klaus Mikaelson/Reader, Elijah Mikaelson/Reader, Erik Lehnsherr/Reader, Charles Xavier/Reader, Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier/Reader, Logan/Reader, Peeta Mellark/Reader, Jim Moriarty/Reader, James Bond/Reader, Damon Salvatore/Reader, Jack Sparrow/Reader, Éomer Éadig/Reader, Will Turner/Reader, Finnick Odair/Reader, Remus Lupin/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader, Draco Malfoy/Reader, Rick Grimes/Reader, Billy Russo/Reader
Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Body Worship, Rough Body Play, Light BDSM, Knifeplay, Gentle Sex, Dom/sub Play, Threesome - F/M/M, Consensual Non-Consent, Praise Kink, Military Kink, Voice Kink, Breathplay, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Semi-Public Sex, Shower Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn, Nipple Play, Loss of Virginity
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/4uYVmla
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supercap2319 · 2 years
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First Love Vs Epic Love
Stefan Salvatore x Male Reader
A/N: Current episode I'm on in the Vampire Diaries.
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Y/N paced around Stefan’s room, worriedly. He was worried about Stefan, Damon, Bonnie, Caroline, Alaric,and Matt. He was trapped in the Salvatore estate with the Heretics and Lillian Salavatore. One was dead thanks to him, Damon and Bonnie, so Lillian had Enzo kidnap him in retaliation and even took Elena’s coffin, and now he was incapable of leaving. He had to get out of here, he just had too.
Nora came strolling into the room, a haughty attitude in her step as looked at Y/N. “Don’t get cocky. You’re still spelled into the room. But I figured you could use some space to stretch your legs.”
“Oh, well, how thoughtful of you,” Y/N sarcastically said. “But considering this is my room, it's the least you and your larceny family could do.”
“Your room?” Nora asked.
“Yeah, my room. The one that I’ve shared with my boyfriend for the last three and a half years. We’ve shared many magic nights here and I even have my name written on the headboard.”
“Well, then, that changes everything then,” Nora said. She held up a journal. Stefan’s journal. He burned most of them when his memories had been wiped by Qetsiyah. “Since you know everything, maybe you’d like to give this a read?” She threw the book onto a nearby table.
“Stefan’s journal? I’ve read it already,” Y/N said.
“Really? Well, then, you probably know all about Valerie and Stefan.” Nora smirked at Y/N’s shocked face. He knew about Katherine and Lexi from his journals, but they never said anything about Valerie.
“What are you talking about? What the hell is Valerie doing with Stefan’s journal?”
“She never goes anywhere without it, and it was the first thing she looked for when we realized we were trapped in 1903. The entry for July 15, 1863, should tell you why.” She smiled and turned on her heels, as Y/N frowned down at the journal. 1863? A year before Stefan and Damon met Katherine. A year before they became vampires. His curiosity was peaked as he opened the journal to the date recommended as he began to read it.
JULY 15, 1863-- I just had the strangest encounter outside the county fair. I met someone, a girl. We only spoke for a moment, but her name is Valerie, and she may be the most wonderful girl I have ever met.
Y/N, is confused and a little upset, and frowns after he finishes the entry. Valerie and Stefan had a past? Great, just what he needed to make an already awful situation worse. Y/N couldn't sleep that night, so he spent all night and morning reading Stefan’s journal entries. It was almost like having him next to Y/N as he read them. He was sitting on Stefan's bed.
Valerie was like a breath of fresh air. I'd been suffocating, and hadn't even realized it…
Y/N’s reading is interrupted by the sound of a music box, which appears on the desk next to him, playing a quiet song as the ballerina inside spins around. The music box then disappears, causing Y/N to frown in confusion until the music box reappears in front of Y/N on the bed. Y/N immediately puts an instinctive hand in front of himself as he calls out, “Music box!” The box disappears from sight, and the sound of an explosion and screaming can be heard from the next room. It's Nora and Mary Louise. They tried to send him an exploding music box. Nice try.
Y/N smiles smugly as he calls out loud, “Thanks girls for the gift. It's an explosion of fun.”
Before he can continue reading, Y/N hears the sound of a phone vibrating on the floor underneath the table. Y/N, both confused and excited, scampers over to answer it.
“Hello?”
“Y/N?”
“Stefan!?” Y/N cries out.
“How are you on my phone right now?” Stefan asks from the other side of the line.
“You must have dropped it when you got threshold-vacuumed out of here yesterday,” Y/N said.
“How are you? Are you okay?”
“Well, I’m spelled in our room by a psychotic family of Heterics, but other than that…” Y/N said.
“I know. I’m still trying to figure a way to get into the house,” Stefan said.
“I’ll be fine, Fangs. Just keep Damon from killing any more Heretics. Which is ironic, since I did help him.”
“I will. Lily's only keeping you there to turn me against Damon. I'll convince her that I hate his guts, and she'll have made her point.”
Y/N nodded his head in understandment as his eyes traveled back towards the journal. He had to ask Stefan. He had to know the truth. No matter how uncomfortable the answer would be. “Who's Valerie Tulle, Fangs? You wrote about her in your journal from 1863. She must have found a copy in the prison world.” Even though he can’t see his face, Stefan is shocked at Y/N saying that name. It brings up old memories. Ones he thought he’d long since buried.
“Are you talking about one of the Heretics?”
“Yeah. Dirty-blonde hair, blue eyes? She's one of my new psycho housemates… and not that pretty.” Stefan chuckles on the other side of the phone and that makes Y/N smile a bit, but their moment is short lived as Valerie appears behind him and squeezes the hand Y/N is using to hold the phone. Y/N grunts out. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” The phone breaks under the forced pressure as the remains fall to the floor in pieces.
“Dirty-blonde hair, blue eyes, psycho. Not pretty. Summarized me to a tee!” Valerie says as she kicks Y/N hard in the head as he groans and falls on his back. “Bitch.”
“I’ve been called worse,” Valerie says.
“Y/N?” Stefan asked. When his phone beeps to indicate the call has ended, he groans in frustration and hangs up. Just then, Stefan hears the sound of glass shattering behind the Grill and rushes outside to see what is going on. When he gets outside, he sees Lily, who is in the driver's seat of an older car and is in the middle of parking between Stefan's Porsche and another car. She hits the latter's front bumper, knocking it off, and he sighs in annoyance before slowly inching forward. When Stefan sees her heading for his car, he vamp-speeds until he's standing in between the Porsche and Lily's car.
“You can take my town, you can destroy my house, but you will not touch my car,” Stefan said, pointing to his Porsche.
“Good morning, Stefan,” Lillian says, as she gets out of the car.
“What are you doing?”
“I was out practicing my driving and saw an opportunity to work on my parallel parking.”
“Hmm.” Suddenly, the sound of hissing air is heard as Lily's car slumps slightly on one side. Stefan and Lily walk around the car to check out one of the driver's-side tires, and Lily looks mildly embarrassed. “I must have run over a nail or something. The streets around here are a disgrace.”
“Listen. You need to tell those spoiled brats living in my house to stop torturing my boyfriend.”
“Of course. As soon as you tell your brother to stop killing said spoiled brats,” Lillian calmly says. Lillian opens up the trunk of her car to search for the tool box so she can start repairing her flat tire.
“Damon and I aren't really speaking right now,” Stefan lies.
“Really?”
“I have no idea where he is. Apparently, you did both of us a favor when you told him to leave town.”
“Then I will give a lecture to the girls on their manners,” Lillian said.
“Is one of those girls named Valerie Tulle?” Stefan asks her.
Lillian smiles. “I was wondering when you might put those pieces together. I knew Valerie years before you did. She worked in my TB ward. After I turned, I took her under my wing. If memory serves me, you didn't meet her until 1863.”
“How would you know that I met her?” Stefan asked, suspiciously.
“Because, Stefan... I sent her to you.”
Insert Flashback—MYSTIC FALLS COUNTY FAIR, 1863:
The county fair is underway near Mystic Falls, and the fairgrounds are full of people and there is music all around. Valerie scans the area, until her eyes fall upon Stefan, dressed in a fine day suit, is sitting on a bench and writing in his journal. Valerie, wearing the traditional day gown of the time period, approaches him.
“Care to share?” A nearby woman asks off to the side.
Valerie stands in front of Stefan, hands on her hips as his eyes are glued to writting in his journal. “You have to move.” Stefan looks up at the sudden voice, and sees a beautiful young woman standing before him. “Excuse me?”
“Your sad mood is spoiling the fun for everyone!” Valerie indicates to the whole fair. Both Valerie and Stefan laugh in amusement.
“I'm Valerie Tulle.”
“Stefan Salvatore. Are you new to town?”
“Just passing through.”
“I hope not too fast.”
Valerie smiles at Stefan’s kindness.
END FLASHBACK—PRESENT DAY SALVATORE BOARDING HOUSE
Valerie is standing in front of Y/N, holding up Stefan's journal. “How do you have this?”
“Nora gave it to me. The better question is, why do you have my boyfriend’s journal? What was the deal with you and Stefan?” Y/N asked her.
Valerie smiled at Y/N, like what he just asked was amusing. “Your boyfriend?” She asks him.
“Yeah, my boyfriend.” Y/N wasn’t the jealous type, but something about Valerie rubbed him the wrong way. Almost like Katherine, but not as strong as her.
“Wouldn't you like to know?”
“You know what? You're right I don’t want to know. The last thing I need to think about is some girl who batted her eyelashes at Stefan, like, a million years ago,” Y/N sarcastically says.
“‘Some girl?’” Valerie asks, amused. “I wasn't just some girl to him, Y/N. I was the first love of Stefan's life.”
….
Back outside the Mystic Grill Stefan and Lillian continue to talk outside while Stefan helps her change her flat tire. “Why did you send Valerie to me?”
“To check on you. Like any mother longing for her children, I was in a black hole of depression,” Lillian said. Stefan has a skeptical look on his face. “Yes, Stefan, I'm more than the cold-hearted snake you and your brother wish me to be. It took me a long time to get over losing you.” Lillian sighed as she continued telling her story to Stefan. “Anyway, I had been invited to travel to Europe with a... a vampire gentleman-friend of mine, but I refused to leave until I knew that my boys were okay.”
Stefan chuckled. “Heh. A gentleman-friend? You had a boyfriend?” Stefan rose to his feet.
“His name was Julian. What? You're acting as if that's absurd.”
“Well, your first husband shot and killed his own sons, so you'll have to excuse me if I don't trust your type,” Stefan said.
Lillian frowns at that. “Julian was nothing like your father.”
“No? What was he? A nebbishy banker? Town butcher, perhaps?”
“Julian was the man you are not supposed to fall for. So, of course, I did…”
FLASHBACK-- MYSTIC FALLS COUNTY FAIR, 1863
The county fair is still in full swing, and a well-dressed blonde man, Julian, is running a kissing booth where women can pay two pennies, which will be donated to the Confederate Army, to kiss him. He dips one of his customers as he kisses her, and when he breaks away and helps the woman upright, she gasps and fans herself. Julian then turns to the crowd to address them with a charming smile. “For the soldiers!” There is a lot of clapping and whistling going as a woman mutters a ‘yes,’ underneath her breath.
“Have your tickets ready, ladies! The men on the battlefield need us!” Julian says. He smiles at the crowd once again , and looks at a nearby woman who has come up to kiss him. “Hi.”
“Hello,” she says.
Julian's smile fades when he sees Valerie and Stefan sitting together on a nearby bench. Valerie tosses a piece of popcorn at Stefan, who tries to catch it in his mouth, but it misses and lands on the ground next to him. Valerie giggles at Stefan’s failed attempts. “You have to hold still! It will be delicious, I promise.” She tosses another piece of popcorn at him, but he just barely misses it, and the two laugh. Just then, Julian approaches them, looking displeased. “Aren’t we ladylike?” Stefan and Valerie turn to him, as Valerie has a slight frown on her face.
“Stefan... Meet Julian.”
Stefan gets up, trying to make a good first impression. “Your daughter and I were just appreciating the scientific wonder of gravitational force.” Stefan shakes Julian’s hand, as he chuckles nervously. Julian forces a fake smile as he looks at Valerie. “Hmm. How wise you must sound to less intelligent men.”
Valerie frowns as she steps forward. “Julian is not my father.”
“Oh, uh, my apologies! I just assumed—”
“Incorrectly, as it turns out.” Julian gives Valerie a look as he grabs hold of her, roughly. “Valerie, darling—a word?” He pulls her to the side as Stefan looks on. “Ugh, you're wrinkling my dress, Julian.”
“What are you doing?” Julian demands.
“Lily sent us here to get a sense of his mood…”
“Exactly. His mood, not his manhood. Remember, his mother gave very strict instructions for us to keep our distance. Do not displease her.”
“I have everything under control.” Valerie smiles at Stefan, who smiles at her back.
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Back in the present day of the Salvatore Boarding House, Y/N and Valerie are sitting in Stefan’s room as she flashes him a smile. A hint of cockyness in its form. “I was lying. I wasn't prepared for how taken I was with him. He was gorgeous and sweet…”
Y/N rolled his eyes. “And let me guess. That’s when you compelled him to write all those nice things about you in his journal. Spoiler! I've heard this story before, when a sweet, little orphan girl named Katherine Pierce waltzed into his life.”
“I suppose that would have been easier had I actually had the ability to compel people,” Valerie said. “I wasn't a vampire back then. I was just a witch, rejected from her coven for being an abomination of nature because I had no power of my own. The only magic I had was contained in an amulet, to be siphoned in times of need.”
“Aww, it must suck not having magic of your own,” Y/N said with false sympathy. Valerie glared at Y/N as he said that. “What makes you think you’re any better than me? Than the others?”
“Well let’s see. Only three reasons: Magic, magic, and oh, look, more magic. I don’t need to siphon the magic in my body to cast spells or use active magic. I just am.”
“Yes, well, not all of us were born into magic that we didn’t deserve.”
Y/N glared. “Just finish your stupid story.”
FLASHBACK—MYSTIC FALLS COUNTY FAIR, 1863
Stefan and Valerie are walking through the fair together as they get to know one another. “I have a brother who's away at war, a father who judges me for not joining him, and a mother who was strong and kind. She died when I was ten.”
“I'm so sorry.”
“Ah, it was a long time ago.” Stefan shrugs.
“There's no shame in missing her. A man on the outside with the heart of a boy? There are worse things,” Valerie says as they pause for a moment, as they see Julian heading towards them, obviously displeased. “Your chaperon is... quite persistent.” Stefan looks at Valerie, who turns and smiles at him. “Then we shall elude him. Come.” She grabs Stefan’s arm and leads them closer to Julian. “What are you doing?” Stefan asks as Valerie grabs her necklace and siphons the magic inside as she casts a cloaking spell over them.
“Invisique.” She chants underneath her breath, causing them both to vanish from Julian's view, forcing him to continue walking, thinking that he simply lost sight of them. Stefan looks at her in amazement as they continue to walk away. “How did he not see us?”
Valerie smiles. “Would you believe me if I said magic?” She leads him toward the woods, and Stefan laughs happily.
END FLASHBACK
Y/N looks at Valerie, expectantly. “And then…?”
“None of your business” Valerie smiles at him.
Y/N rolled his eyes again. “You come barging in here demanding why I have Stefan’s journal, and then tell me about your past with my boyfriend and say it’s not my business? It is my business.”
“Are you really that threatened by me, Y/N?” Valerie asked. “Scared Stefan’s going to leave you for someone better?”
“Please, you’re not even in the same league with Katherine Pierce, so don’t you even think for a moment that I’m sweating you,” Y/N told her as he looked her straight in the eyes. “I know why you put that burning spell on me. Which I totally reversed by the way. It's not so Mary Louise and Nora couldn't touch me. It's so Stefan wouldn't. Be more obvious.” She wanted to get inside Y/N’s head. Put a rift between him and Stefan, but it wasn’t going to work.
“Well, since you're so curious... Please, allow me to continue.”
FLASHBACK—MYSTIC FALLS WOODS, 1863
Night has fallen, and Valerie is leading a nervous-looking Stefan into the woods. “Julian is going to kill me.”
Valerie smiles. “Just compliment the whiteness of his teeth. He'll forget all about it.”
They find an abandoned cart with a lit lantern on it, and Valerie sits on it, smiling at Stefan flirtatiously. Stefan smiles back at her before kissing her gently, and the two make out for a long moment until Stefan breaks away, looking mildly embarrassed. Valerie looks at him with concern. “Is something wrong?”
Stefan looks at her, bashfully. “No, no. It's just that I've never…” He trails off, and Valerie realizes that he's a virgin. She smiles sweetly at him, and Stefan hesitates for a moment before gesturing to the front of her dress. “Do you mind if I...?” Valerie nods as Stefan nervously fiddles starts to unbutton the bodice of her dress before the two begin to make out more passionately this time. Valerie shrugs off her jacket before turning away from him so Stefan can unlace her corset. Once he's finished, he moves closer behind her and kisses her neck, and Valerie holds tightly to the cart to support herself as they slowly make love.
END FLASHBACK
Y/N looks stunned and a little upset after learning the details of their affair, but Valerie's expression is smug as she turns to look at him. “It was his first time. I'm sure you've been someone's first, so you know what it's like to have a completely unforgettable place in someone else's mind.”
“I completely agree. First times are very special.” Y/N leans forward with a smug look of his own. “You may have been Stefan’s first, but I’ll let you in on a little secret. Stefan was my first time, right here in this very room and I’m sure on that chair you’re sitting on as well. Valerie frowns at that, obviously not expecting that reaction from Y/N.
….
Lillian is driving down one of the country roads of Mystic Falls in her car while Stefan sits in the passenger seat. Lillian looks over at Stefan curiously, but he quickly admonishes her. “No, no, no! Keep the car on this side of the road.” Stefan sighed with relief as she straightened back to her side of the road.
“Valerie never told me about your romance…”
“Well, Valerie never told me that you were alive.”
“Would it have mattered?” Lillian asks him. Stefan looks at her, offended. “Is that a real question?”
“She told me that you'd forgotten all about me. She said you had moved on. That... That was the only way I was able to move on, as well.”
“My mother was practically ripped out of my arms and sent to a TB ward. You don't move on from that. You find distractions.”
FLASHBACK-- MYSTIC FALLS WOODS, 1863
Stefan and Valerie kiss each other and smile after their tryst in the cart. Once they're redressed, Stefan leads her farther into the woods. “Come with me. I want to show you something.” He takes her hand, and they continue walking until they reach a grave in the cemetery. Valerie chuckled nervously. “Heh, this is romantic.” Stefan smiles at her.
“This is my mother's grave,” he says, as Valerie freezes when she realizes what Stefan is doing, and a flash of guilt crosses her face as Stefan kneels in front of the grave.
“I come here every day to replace the flowers. She's been dead for six years, but I'm still trying to make up for my failure.”
“What do you mean by that?”
Stefan looked at Valerie. “She had consumption. One day, her coughing would not stop. My father sent me to go buy some flowers to make an herbal tonic. I ran to town as fast as I could, but by the time I got home with the flowers, she had been taken to the sanatorium.”
“You never got to say goodbye…” Valerie says.
Stefan looks down guilty as he sighs. “She died in the TB ward shortly after.” Valerie knees next to Stefan as he continues in a shaky voice. “I always wonder what would have happened if I had just been able to run a little faster. The tonic would have helped her. She could have lived.”
Valerie glances at the flowers on Lillian's grave. “Were these the kind of flowers you were sent for?”
“Yes. Cream…”
“Cream violets. That tonic would not have saved her.”
Stefan looks stunned. “That's... That's very kind of you, but you cannot be certain.”
“But I am. I worked in a sanatorium, caring for patients who were just like your mother. Cream violets have no medicinal properties. It's an old wives' tale,” Valerie said. She gently brushes a lock of hair off of his forehead. “Your father sent you on a fool's errand. You were only ten. He... probably wanted you out of the house to make it easier on himself.”
Stefan seems overwhelmed by this revelation. “No matter what, you couldn't have saved your mother. Her death is not your fault.” She caresses his cheek with her hand, and he reaches up to squeeze it gently. It looks as though he's about to kiss her again when a male voice calls out from behind them. It's Julian, who looks extremely unhappy.
“Time to say goodbye,” Julian says, as Valerie and Stefan quickly stand to their feet and turn toward him. “I expected you would visit here sooner or later.”
“Sir, if you would just let me explain…”
“We are leaving for New York now.”
“I didn't mean to disobey you—”
“It was not me who you disobeyed. Come with me now, and we will speak no more of it. The carriage awaits.” Julian turns and leaves to head for the carriage, and Stefan, looking sad, turns to Valerie. “When will I see you again?”
“I will find my way back to you. I promise.” She leaves with Julian.
PRESENT DAY-- SALVATORE BOARDING HOUSE
“So, it was kind of like The Notebook, except you two never reconnect, and he totally forgot about you. I like this story,” Y/N snidely says.
Valerie glares at Y/N. “Julian was in a hurry to get back to Europe. He convinced me to lie to Lily, to tell her that Stefan was happy. Believe me, Julian had a way of convincing anyone to do anything.”
….
On the Back roads of Mystic Falls, Stefan is still giving Lily a driving lesson on the outskirts of town as they continue to talk. Lily looks over at him, but when he catches her, he points at the windshield. “No, no. Keep your eyes on the road. Make a left here. It'll take us back into town.”
“Is there anything else you'd like to know?”
“No. I mean, it doesn't matter— obviously, it was all a lie, right?”
“What do you mean?” Lillian asks him.
“Well, Valerie was using me,” Stefan said.
“No. No, Valerie wouldn't have hurt you, because that would have inadvertently hurt me as well.”
“Hmm. did it ever occur to you that maybe Valerie doesn't give a crap about you, or anyone else?”
“I don't believe that,” Lillian protests.
“No? How about the part where she sent me a telegram saying she was coming back?” Stefan said.
“She what?” Lillian looks shocked.
Stefan looks out the window as he remembers what happened so long ago. “She'd been gone a few months…” In a flashback , Stefan sits in a room at the Salvatore Estate and reads a telegram he received from Valerie with a smile. She narrates the letter in voiceover. “I promised I would find my way back to you. I long to be in your arms again.” The scene cuts to the present day with Y/N and Valerie as she talks.
“She said she wanted to run away with me. Her telegram said to meet her Friday at noon. Heh, I showed up two hours early,” Stefan said.
Stefan, had been dressed in a nice suit, yellow sunflowers in his hands, waiting for Valerie.
“He waited and waited for me. With every passing footstep, he would turn, expecting to see me,” Valerie said. Stefan,hearing someone approaching, turns and sighs when he realizes it's just an older couple walking through town. They nod at him politely, but he still looks disappointed.
“I sat around all day like an idiot—past sundown, after nightfall—but she never showed up. So, yeah, I guess you could say I'm wondering what the hell the whole point was.” Stefan says.
“Surely, you’re not still angry with her?” Lillian asks as Stefan looks at her for a moment before turning and looking out the window. “It was a 150 years ago.”
Back at the Boarding House Valerie continues her side of the story. “Eventually, he accepted that he'd been abandoned all over again, and then he walked home under the cold and distant stars.” Valerie slams the journal on the table.
Y/N touches the journal gently. “How could you do that to him,” Y/N asked her. “How could you break his heart like that?” Valerie glares at Y/N, close to tears as she coldly says. “There was a change of plan. I'm done talking to you about this.” She turns to leave him. She stops in the doorway. Stefan never knew the truth. How she had been pregnant with his child. How Julian had beat her and made her lose the baby, and how she became a Heretic. The world’s first Heretic.
“Valerie?” Y/N asks. The blonde Heretic turns to him, an annoyed look on her delicate features. “What do you want?”
“I don’t really know what you hoped to gain by telling me that story of you and Stefan. And truth be told, I don’t really care.” Y/N stands up. “But if you take one step backward, one slip up, give me one reason to think you might hurt Stefan, and I will vanquish you. Understand?”
Valerie said nothing as she looked at Y/N with such intense hate. She hated him and he hated her. That much was evident. She turned and walked out of the room.
Later on, Lillian returns to the house and visits Y/N upstairs. “Is Valerie here?”
“I heard her leave the house. I guess spilling her guts makes her hungry.”
“She told you about that? I understand it must be awkward to hear something like that.”
“Yeah, I just spent the day reliving Stefan's first time. I really don't feel like talking about this with his mother, who is also my hostage taker, but thanks,” Y/N tells her.
“I was simply curious about one's ability to stay calm in a situation like this,” Lillian said.
“Well, you must have had a special someone as well, so you know what it's like to love them with your whole heart.”
“Of course I did.”
“Then you know that that love is different from any other kind of love,” Y/N tells her. “Did you know Stefan wrote about you all the time? You can read for yourself. Here.” He hands her the journal, as she hesitantly takes it from him. “He loved you. He missed you.” Lillian smiled happily at what Stefan wrote about her.
She turns away from Y/N and calls out loud to the next room. “Nora, remove the barrier spell, please. As of this moment, Mr. Gilbert is no longer a prisoner.”
“Actually, I broke the barrier spell hours ago,” Y/N tells her.
“Then, why didn’t you leave?”
“Because I wanted you to come to your senses. See that you were making a mistake, Y/N said.
“Thank you. You’re free to go,” Lillian said.
“You’re just letting me go?”
“It’s a reward for Stefan’s honesty. Go, before I change my mind.”
Y/N walks to the doorway, stops, and turns to look at Lillian. “I don’t know what made your heart grow four sizes today, but thanks.” Y/N speeds out of the room.
….
At the Mystic Grill, Stefan is drinking a glass of bourbon in front of the fire when Y/N walks into the room, looking exhausted ,but relieved to be free. Stefan stands to his feet. “Y/N!” He reaches for his boyfriend’s hand, and to his amazement, it doesn’t burn him like it had yesterday. Stefan looks at Y/N. “How…?”
“I broke the spell.”
“How did you escape?”
“I didn't. Lillian let me go,” Y/N said.
Stefan frowns in shock. “She did?”
“Yeah... I guess today is just full of Valerie-sized surprises, huh?” Y/N walked past Stefan and sat down on a nearby step, and looked at him, a teasing smirk on his face. Stefan looks at him sheepishly and chuckles. “Heh... Look, I was just a kid when I met her. Just a troubled boy mourning his dead mom. I was young and human.”
“I was young and human when you and I met, and I remember the exact moment when I first saw you. I saw your hot back,” Y/N chuckled.
Stefan smiled as well. “We met outside the men’s bathroom. You and Elena were going off on Jeremy for using drugs that he didn’t have on him.”
“Yeah, things were simpler back then.” Y/N looked down, then back at Stefan, who took a seat next to Y/N. “As crazy as it sounds. I’m glad you met Valerie, Fangs.”
“You are?” Stefan had a shocked look on his face.
“Well, I’m not exactly happy about hearing how you screwed her against a wagon of hay.” Y/N smirked at Stefan’s blushing face. It was adorable. “And I’m not happy that she’s still in love with you and she might try to take you away from me, but I’m glad that she let you feel something other than sadness. Because it’s what you did for me.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Before I met you, I was this ocean of sadness pretending to be strong, even though on the inside I was broken. Then you came into my life, Stefan, and you put me back together again. You taught me how to love and hope again, and I will always be grateful to you for that. So, I guess I can say thank you to Valerie for putting you back together again too.”
“Well, I’m glad to have you in my life as well. The love I have for you is unlike anything that I’ve ever expressed before. You bring out an epic kind of love in me, Y/N,” Stefan said.
“Valerie's out of the prison world. Does that change things for you?”
“Of course not.”
“You don't wonder what would have happened if Valerie would have shown up to meet you?” Y/N asked him. “Would you even be here right now, next to me?”
“I don't wonder anymore. I don't care about the past. All I care about is that you're here, and you're safe. You're with me.” Stefan leans close to Y/N as the young hybrid does the same and the two share a passionate kiss close to the fire. The kiss starts to get more intense as Stefan gently pushes Y/N onto the hardwood floor, straddling the hips of his younger lover.
Stefan pulls back as Y/N smiles up at him. “Wow, not bad for a guy who’s first time was in the woods.”
Stefan smiled back, mischievously as he began to take off his shirt. His muscled tone body on full display for Y/N to ogle. “Well, I've gotten a lot better since then, care to find out?”
Y/N smiled as Stefan leaned down and kissed him once again, the older vampire began to remove his pants. That night, Y/N and Stefan stroked the fires of their love for each other.
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