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shrenvents · 1 month

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Spellbound

Warnings: Minors dni, smut, oral, fem receiving, unprotected, fluff, some violence, biting

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Witch reader

Summary: You're a witch with a specific skill set, one that has intrigued a certain hybrid.

Word count: 2.7k

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Voodoo. Magic. Impulse. Obsession.

She was his newest fascination.

He heard her laughter cracking through the walls of the barren bar before it cut short. Klaus observed how the sunlight blazed across her, poorly parked, car. His lips slanted in mild amusement. He told himself, that’s all it was, all she was. Mild amusement for an immortal. Though, something felt different.

He strutted into the place, head hung high as he scanned the bare vicinity. His eyes halted on a man behind the bar, rinsing glass cups. The bartender's eyes adverted from Klaus, the second he caught his stare. The man's nerves were duly noted as Klaus approached him.

“I’ll have a glass of your finest red,” Klaus spoke artfully, with a fake smile plastered on his face. The worker shuddered. “Ug- we’re not serving right now.”

“No worries mate,” his mellifluous voice paused. “The red I fancy isn’t something I’d find on your menu.” The man's gaze shot up to Klaus’s. His lips trembled as Klaus continued his jest. “Unless you intend to provide me with a bite, I suggest you tell me where she’s hidden.” Klaus’s threat echoed through the building, till silence took its place.

Suddenly, the sound of a back door, opening and slamming shut jolted Klaus away from the bartender. He instantly raced to the door, ripping it open. He watched as her frame scattered into her rusted car. He growled. There was no way he'd let her escape once again...

Your body was convulsing with anxiety. Who were you to know a little magic truce with the “other side,” would have a certain hybrid on your front doorstep. It didn’t help when you levitated everything in your apartment at him, including your freshly made spaghetti with bolognese. It was to be expected, that would piss him off...

Yanking the car door shut, you forced the key in and started the engine.

“Where are we headed this time darling?”

“Ahhh!” You screamed, snapping your head to the uninvited passenger. Klaus sat leisurely beside you, and you swear your life flashed before your eyes. “I must say, I enjoyed our time in Chicago. Perhaps San Fran may be the next best thing, love.” His smug face adorned your features, absorbing the way your face contorted in both fear and frustration.

“Jesus,” you huff, and Klaus’s smirk grows. “As much as I love the idea, somehow becoming your personal chauffeur isn’t that appealing.” Klaus chuckles lowly, leaning in, more and more.

“Well, if you hadn’t decided to run off, you crafty little thing," he drawls sweetly, "We wouldn’t have the pleasure.”

“If you weren’t trying to kill me, maybe I’d stick around.” Klaus’s brows twist like he's appalled by your words. “Who said I was interested in killing you?”

“You- I- then, what do you want?” You stammer. Klaus goes quiet. You watch as his expression goes blank before he acts as though he is in deep thought. Then, his mouth gaped in 'awe,' as if the answer suddenly came to him. “Your talents of course.”

“My talents.” You repeat, baffled.

“Yes, do keep up, my dear.”

“Why? You could have any witch at your disposal, at a moment's notice.”

The corner of his lips elevate once more. “I’m flattered.”

He’s become so close now, you feel his breath, and you try not to shiver as it grazes your neck. He, on the other hand, basks in your scent.

“But, unlike my other witches, you have a gift,” he muses. “Your connection with the dead is something to behold, and something I crave.”

After a prolonged silence, you speak. “If I help you with whatever," you move further into your seat, "When it comes to an end, you’ll let me walk away, unscathed?” Your brow quirks, and with every fibre of your being, you manage to maintain eye contact. “Yes, you have my word.” Klaus’s expression went stoic, holding an unflinching seriousness that made your heart rate stutter. And strangely, you knew you could trust him.

That's how you ended up as his lackey. For the past 5 weeks, you were at his beck and call as he tormented humans, werewolves, and vampires alike.

Like any other day, your conscious was eating away at you, as you called upon another ancestor of those he plagued. Today though, you finally broke. He had been cruelly punishing a guy for hours as you questioned his late brother, through the veil.

“That’s enough!” Klaus’s eyes darted to yours, and his angered appearance softened. Instinctively, he gripped your forearm and dragged you out of the motel room.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

“What's wrong is that I’m tired, and his brother is telling me jack shit about those ‘hunters.’” You huff, closing your eyes.

Klaus firmly presses himself stock-still, resisting every urge that wishes to devour you, as you naively allow him to hold you so close, to let your guard down, to close your eyes. An urge that has worsened, and become insatiable since you started your venture together.

“Love, why don’t you grab a bite from the cafe across the street, while I fill up the car's tank?” He says heartfeltly, "That way we both can have a break."

Your eyes flutter open, and you nearly tremble at the gentle look that flickers in his gaze. However, his body language, which clutches you tightly, suggests he is anything but. “Okay.”

After five minutes seated alone in a booth, you gathered up the last of the courage you were trying to dispel. Now, headed back to the rented room, to release the hostage. Stupid, very stupid, you thought. But you couldn’t help it.

When you entered the room, the door slowly creaked shut, and shadows engulfed you. It was too quiet, and you couldn’t see the man. Unease filled your system, and you began to regret this decision. That impending regret soon became alarms going off when the captive gripped your torso, roughly caging in your arms. His grip was inescapable, and when you tried to scream, his free hand covered your mouth.

“You fucking bitch,” he murmured with disgust. You winced. “How about I leave you bleeding out here, all laid out for you bloodthirsty master.” The man crackled with humourless laughter. “I’m sure he’d appreciate that.”

While his venomous words made you cower, you relentlessly struggled against him, fighting with all that you could muster. Unfortunately, your captor was a werewolf, and far too strong for you to at least break free, to cast a spell.

He muffled Klaus’s name with his palm, and tears pricked your eyes. Even after the numerous times you’d bicker and argue, he was still the first person who came to mind, who you hopelessly called out to.

The man began lifting your body towards the door, urgently turning the knob. Just as the outside light cuts into your vision, you're wrenched from him, pulled into a powerful embrace. With ease, Klaus’s arms carried you away, swiftly placing you in the backseat of your car, locked safely inside.

His figure then disappeared just as quickly, and you hear your aggressor's voice wail in pain. Shaking, you curl over yourself, covering both ears pathetically.

After what feels like an eternity, two large hands cup your tear-stained cheeks, bringing you out of your shell. He quiets you, as he slides inside the vehicle, smoothly pulling you onto his lap. One of his arms supports your back, while the other strokes your hair. Calming you down, he mutters things like: 'Everything’s fine now love,' 'I’m here,' 'I’ll take care of you...'

“I’ve never felt so helpless,” you mumble.

He shakes his head. “There’s nothing you could've done to stop a werewolf, especially when a full moon draws near,” he soothes. You press your cheek further into his broad chest. “Though, I wish you would’ve just listened to me for once, and stayed put.”

You shoot your head up, adjusting to face him, close enough that your noses nearly meet. “If I listened to you I’d probably be dead by now.”

“Oh really?” He grins, eyes creasing, “How so?”

“Well, for one, that time you ordered me to question that vampire chick's dead boyfriend about his affair, right in front of her.” Klaus guffaws. “You're laughing, but she would've bit my head off.”

“She wouldn’t have,” he denies, still chuckling.

“Yes, she would have Klaus.” You begin to laugh along.

“You know, I wouldn’t have let her.” His face deadpans, “Like I didn’t let our were-friend hurt you," he voiced, airily. "I gave you my word.”

“Yes, of course, your word.” You giggle nervously, glancing at the hand currently bracing your thigh, gliding its thumb back and forth. “It’s not all that I’ve given you.”

You look up and are met with a mysterious look this time. Your brows furrow in confusion. He smiles dreamily, “Your skills as a witch truly know no bounds.”

“The hell are you talking about now?” You retort, making Klaus laugh loudly.

“I’m talking about your spell," he whispers. "The one that has bewitched me.”

You freeze, heart dropping.

“You don’t mean that...” Your sentence trails off as Klaus stares through you.

He’s so unpredictable, that a part of you believes he's probably playing some sick game. But, there was also a possibility that he meant it, and all the hidden desires, for your unconventional boss, were about to bubble to the surface.

“I've meant every word, from the moment I met you, when you got the better of me.” He smirks, breath fanning your face. “Witchcraft.”

Then his lips take yours, slow at first, but the entanglement shortly turns desperate. Slightly hesitant, you grind on him, eager to pull him closer. He groans, and his hands enthusiastically roam your waist and back, beckoning you nearer.

Moving in a frenzy, as your fingers tangle in his locks, you swing your leg to straddle him. He moans your name in between kisses, and he palms your ass.

Continuously rolling your body into him makes you feel his arousal, which causes a whine to escape. When your lips break apart, his mouth trails down your jaw, to your neck. You gasp, but you don’t stop him. He audibly tells you how much he’s enjoying himself, and you squeeze your thighs over his.

“I can only imagine how sinful you taste here darling.” He remarks as his hand slides over your core, and you whimper. “How about you let me try?” He hums politely. “You know you want me to.”

“No,” you huff.

“No?” His voice rises questioningly, and a hand gropes your chest, while the other grips your chin, tilting your head down to peer into his eyes. “Not here,” you finish, and he smirks wildly.

“Then, I’ll just have to get us a private room?” He purrs seductively into you ear, making you shiver. “One that is, unoccupied,” he rolls his tongue, and you shiver again at the double meaning behind his words. You don’t even want to think about what he did to the man who attacked you.

“Please,” you sigh into a kiss, pecking his lips, which seems to surprise Klaus momentarily. His surprise briskly turns into a beaming smile. “To be continued,” he utters before shifting you off him and rushing out the car.

Not long after, Klaus reappears with that same childlike cheer gracing his features. Jerking open the door, he outstretches his hand like a gentleman. You accept it, and his palm completely envelops yours. He tugs you to his hip, and nibbles on your earlobe while you walk to a random room.

As soon as the door locks behind you, he presses himself against your backside. “Now, how about that taste?” He mutters while lifting your hair to kiss your nape, and rubbing himself against you. You press closer, before spinning around to enclose your mouth on his again. He groans into your mouth approvingly, backing your body toward the queen-size bed.

His lips free yours when your back legs hit the edge, and you fall backwards with a yelp. His hands then make work of your lower half, removing your clothes as he kneels infront of your cunt. You inhale deeply, as cool air hits your bare body.

He goes silent, so you raise your head to peek at him. Klaus is ogling you heatedly, like the predator he is. “Lovely,” he sing-songs.

He abruptly grips your thighs and heaves your core to his mouth, so close, his breath warms your skin. “K-Klaus.”

“Hmmm,” he hums shortly, before delving into you. You sob a cry of shock. His tongue expertly runs over your folds, sucking the nub with such a slow deliberation, like he can’t decide how he wishes to take you at first, as if he’s imagined every way he could.

You whine, motioning him to make his choice, bucking up, feeling his stubble scratch you. Then he grows aggressive, hungrily lapping your clit, over and over, until he ushers out your orgasm.

When your lengthy climax finishes, he sighs pleasantly into the crook of your neck. “You’re incredible,” he emits with a chant of your name, thoroughly relaxing your shaking form.

“Fuck, take off your clothes,” you beg. He immediately abides by your command, tearing off his shirt and pants. You grab his necklaces to haul his lips to yours. You savour every inch of yourself on his tongue, and he relishes in how dirty the act was.

“There’s only so much I can do to you before dawn, and it won't nearly be enough to satisfy my hunger for you.” His poetic words erupt something within. You exhale, “It seems you’re going to break your promise then.”

He stills at your words, befuddled. You elaborate, “There’s no way I’m coming out of this unscathed.” A timid smile spreads across your face, and he almost nods in understanding, feeling a strange quiver in his chest.

Wordlessly, he pulls himself from his slacks, and you take off the last of your clothes. Suddenly feeling a little out of body, you decide to take back some control of the situation. So, you flip your positions, once again, surprising Klaus, though he allows it.

You straddle him and lower yourself onto his thick cock. You whimper the second the tip enters, and he growls, pressing his fingertips into your hips, definitely leaving bruises.

“You’re too big,” you gasp.

“You can handle it, sweetheart,” he states mindlessly. He wraps his arms around your waist and arms, pulling you down onto him. His hips then press completely into you, pushing himself inside to the hilt. A wheeze leaves your lungs as he grounds into you. “Klaus, it’s too-“

“It’s perfect,” he finishes for you. You barely have any time to adapt to his size before he begins pounding. Pleasure wracks through you, and he takes whatever control you had away. His pace is unnerving, and you utter incoherent words, while his fangs graze your neck.

“Tell me,” he groans through his panting. “Tell me you want me.” He demands, though it almost sounds like he’s begging for it. “I-I want you.” The words stumble out as his thrusts reach your center.

“More,” he just about whines.

“I want you Klaus,” you shout. “You feel so good- fuck I’ve always wanted this, you.” You ramble, egged on by him. He loves it, and you feel it in his strength. He holds you tighter, and the air leaves your body.

Feeling his leg tremble, you know he’s close. “Bite me.” His clamped-shut eyelids pop open, and his dark pupils bore into yours. You kiss him and take his bottom lip between your teeth. “Bite me while you cum,” you command.

He gulps before taking his last few pumps into you. He moans into your neck as his teeth puncture your flesh. You cry out at the mixture of pain and pleasure that shatters you both.

After almost 10 minutes, he releases you from his firm caress and kisses the holes in your neck. Still inside, he turns you both on your sides. You catch your breath. “How are you still hard?” You sigh in exasperation, and he chuckles breezily. “I told you, you’ve bewitched my very soul darling.” He smirks.

“This is only the beginning.”

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athenasalvatore1922 · 10 months

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Y/n: Can I kill her?

Stefan: No

Caroline: No

Katherine: Not without a plan

Damon : Not in public

#the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries x reader #incorrect tvd quotes #tvd #damon salvatore #stefan salvatore #the vampire diaries incorrect quotes #stefan x y/n #katherine pierce x reader #caroline forbes

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fandoms--fluff · 9 months

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Hellooooo sorry to bother you but do you think can right one of Katherine Pirces were she has a baby girl y/n and she’s like 4 months old and the salvatores brothers finds out about her they use her to take Katherine dawn but they don’t now that she ask the originals but specifically Elijah help to save ther daughter

Mama's Girl

Baby daughter reader x mom Katherine Pierce

Warnings: kidnapping,

A/n: I made a few tweaks in it, by making Elijah the father, but I hope you like it!

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Katherine picks you up from your playpen which has two fluffy blankets and some stuffed animals. "You hungry baby girl?" Katherine smiles as you babble while nuzzling your head into her chest. "I'll take that as a yes" She kisses the top of your head before sitting down on the black leather couch beside the playpen.

She holds you with one arm and as the her other hand pulls a part of her black shirt down, releasing one of her breasts. She coaxes your head toward her full breast until you easily latch on. As you drink your mama's milk, she holds you protectively in her arms.

She doesn't know how the hell she had gotten pregnant, considering she's been dead a very long time. And it wasn't just her child, you, actually was growing inside her, but her body also changed for how it would when any other woman would be pregnant. ex. she produces breast milk. She's still confused but doesn't ask why anymore, just grateful that you're her baby.

The only two people who know about you are; Elijah and Kol Mikaelson. Kol saw Katherine walking around a park a couple towns over, obviously pregnant. He then later that day asked his big brother how he had managed to knock up Katherine, assuming that Elijah and she had hooked up. And he wasn't entirely wrong, Kol just doesn't need to know that. Elijah went over to her house and confronted her, they had a long conversation, deciding it was best to keep you a secret.

Or so she thought, not taking into account the two Salvatore brothers are staked out, across the road.

"How did Katherine get a baby? and she's caring? what the hell" Stefan says, turning over to his older brother.

"Well, baby bro, when two adults think it's time, they decide to start having se-" Stefan cut him off, "I didn't mean like that!" Stefan groaned.

"Whatever, this is our chance to have something to finally take the vampire bitch slut, down," Damon says, getting out of the car. Stefan sighs before following Damon down the road.

Damon explains the plan he made to Stefan, which they put into action.

Katherine looks up, something seems off. Before she can get a second thought, the front door is knocked off it's hinges and vervain grenades are thrown in. Getting into a coughing fit from the toxic herb, she sees a figure of someone coming over to her with a mask.

As soon as he gets close to her, Damon snatches you out of Katherine's arms and speeds out of the house. Katherine quickly stands up, adjusting her top back, but before she can go after him in a weakened state, someone grabs her from behind. The second person, Stefan, wraps his left arm around her neck until she can no longer breathe in air, passing out quickly from the vervain still in the air.

Stefan lets her drop back onto the couch and walks back outside, peeling the mask off his face. "Now what?" He asks Damon, watching as he tries to make you stop crying. His attempts are proven useless, making you cry louder about being taken away from your mama.

"Oh come on, can't you be quiet, you're going to make a scene with how loud you are" Damon whisper yells at you.

Being a baby and not understanding anything he's obviously saying, you just scream louder.

The brothers quickly get into Damon's car with you, Stefan having to hold you, insisting to Damon it's not a good idea to just throw you in the backseat and hope for the best. He drives off before Katherine has a chance to reawaken.

Coughing, Katherine slowly opens her eyes. The light shining through the windows tells her it's still daytime. Recollecting her memories of what had happened while she stands up makes her freeze. She quickly vamped around the entire house, not finding her baby, you, anywhere.

Damon and Stefan, the two names that come to her mind. They took you. All she can do is pace back and forth, a look of murder in her eyes. But she has to play this smart, if she just goes crashing in there alone, she's more than sure that there'll be everyone there. They'll obviously be expecting that.

She goes to the coffee table where her phone still lays from earlier and dials a number.

"Katerina, how are you doing?" Elijah's smooth voice emits from the phone as he picks up.

"Not well, considering the Salvatores found out about y/n, came crashing in, took her, and now are probably thinking of ways to take advantage of our daughter against me" Katherine exclaims, having no time for small talk.

Elijah's eyes widen and he reassures her everything is going to be okay and to meet her in the woods by the boarding house. Katherine follows his instructions clearly and immediately leaves the house.

Katherine gets to the woods in record time, she looks around before feeling a hand on her shoulder. She quickly turns around, ready for a fight. Though it's just Elijah.

"My apologies," Elijah says.

He starts explaining his plan of what they're to do. Katherine follows every bit and nods before heading to the back of the house, out of sight from anyone inside.

While she hides out back, Elijah goes to the front door. He knocks a few times before Damon opens the door. He gives a suspicious look towards the original.

"I believe this is the part where you invite me in," Elijah says.

He pauses for a second before stepping to the side, letting the older vampire inside.

As Elijah walks down the stairs into the library, he lays his eyes on you. You're currently being held by Caroline. She's been trying to cheer you up and to stop your crying but nothing has worked. You're not wailing anymore but there are still tears running down your tiny cheeks every now and then.

He puts on a facade, acting surprised at the sight of the baby. Caroline and everyone else notice this. Caroline walks over to the other side of the room and places you into an old wooden crib they had found in the attic.

"What's the occasion of your visit?" Damon all but growls, not happy about an original vampire being in his home.

"Just the fact that you have apparently acquired a baby in a short amount of time. I'm only curious" he says, trying to ignore your looks for him. You see the man in the suit is recognizable as your dada. He comes over a lot and holds you and cares for you, and makes your mama smile.

You hold your arms up in a grabby motion. Everyone hasn't noticed. They're all focused on Elijah as there was no way that he just happened to know two hours after they had taken you. Someone must have been watching them.

Damon and Stefan are standing in front of Elijah, whose back is facing you, the rest of the gang all stood behind the brothers.

Katherine watches from behind the door, knowing what to do next. She opens the door and makes her way inside, causing the gang's attention to go to her.

"That was stupid of you" She sneers, her vampire face on display.

As your mama distracts everyone else, your dada quickly goes over to you. He picks you up and vamps out of the room through the same door Katherine left wide open.

"What-" Elena started saying and turned around, seeing that you and Elijah are gone.

Everyone else followed her action and before they knew it, it was only them. You, Katherine, and Elijah, are long gone.

Katherine follows Elijah to a clearing in the woods. He's cradling you against his chest, slightly swaying you as you calm.

"I'm so sorry I let this happen, I never wanted anything to happen to her," Katherine tells him, feeling an emotion she hasn't felt in a long time, guilt.

"There's nothing to apologize for. There was no way for you to know what was going to happen" Elijah says, softness in his eyes. "Come, I have the perfect place for us. It's out of town and secluded" he smiles.

As they make their way there in his car, they talk the whole time as you're sound asleep in your car seat.

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You Call That Love? (Damon Salvatore x Male Reader)

Because I don't see many Damon Salvatore x male reader posts, I decided to write one myself. You can't convince me that Damon hasn't had male lovers before.

Summary: Elena tries to get with Damon but soon realizes he has moved on—with m/n of all people.

Their lips moved in a frenzied dance, hands tearing at each other's clothes in a passionate embrace when the gasp of a familiar, bothersome human interrupted their intense makeout session. Looking up at Elena with an annoyed expression, m/n rolled his eyes before sitting upright, allowing Damon to hastily put his shirt back on. It wasn't for Elena's sake, because, frankly, he couldn't care less about her feelings, but M/n was a fiercely jealous man. He wouldn't give Elena even a glimpse of what was solely his.

"Why?" she whispered pathetically, her brown eyes tearing up while looking at Damon as if he had just killed her parents. "I thought we had something—"

Unable to contain his laughter, m/n released a hearty chuckle. "Why, Miss Elena?" he mocked "I distinctly remember you bragging about your relationship with Stefan not even a week ago. What happened? Trouble in paradise?" Feeling Damon's arms wrap around his middle, m/n cuddled against Damon's front, allowing the vampire to take what he needed.

M/n wasn't naive to the fact that Damon still harbored some feelings for Elena, although the nature of said feelings had changed. So, just for him, m/n would step back and allow things to run their course.

"You don't know anything," Elena hissed, her eyes narrowing at m/n with utter hatred. Ever since he stepped foot into Mystic Falls, her life changed for the worse: Bonnie and Caroline finally stood their ground and told Elena they didn't want to be involved in her problems. Recently, Stefan and she broke up; Stefan, noticing the eerie similarities between Katherine and Elena as of late, decided to break the cycle and began dating Caroline. But, worst of all, when Elena finally (or rather knew she had no other option) admitted she loved Damon, the vampire disregarded her confession, telling her he'd moved on—with m/n of all people.

"Elena," Damon's stern tone caused the girl to break eye contact and look expectantly at the vampire. A part of her still hoped Damon would realize the mistake he was making, but as the vampire continued talking, hope vanished. "I don't love you. M/n made me realize that what we had was toxic and borderline obsessive. Being with Stefan, then me, Matt—that isn't love."

"Don't try to tell me how I feel," Elena exclaimed. "I'm sorry it took me such a long time to realize my feelings, but you can't tell me what I feel for you isn't valid." Feeling bold, Elena stepped forward, about to touch Damon and reel him back into her web of manipulation, when m/n had enough and pinned the human to the wall, his hand on her throat. Uncaring if she could breathe, m/n felt this was sufficient punishment for Elena, thinking she could touch what was his.

Elena gasped for breath as m/n's grip tightened, her eyes widening with fear. M/n's voice sliced through the air like a blade, each word carrying the weight of resentment.

"You thought you could have it all, didn't you?" he sneered, his cold e/c eyes piercing into hers. "Stefan, Damon, and whoever else caught your fleeting attention. You don't care about anyone other than yourself. Where was this love when Damon was begging you to choose him? Your exact words were nobody could love a monster like you. And now you want to rewrite history? He's with me now, and I suggest you come to terms with that."

With a final, disdainful glance, m/n released his grip on Elena's throat. "You're twisting everything!" she exclaimed after regaining composure, her voice strained. "You don't know the whole story. What Damon and I have is real."

As Elena struggled to defend herself, Damon's expression shifted with each word she uttered. At first, her claim to have loved him drew a flicker of skepticism in his eyes. However, as she delved into the reasons for denying his love, a mix of hurt and anger played across his features. "I loved him, but he was too caught up in his own darkness to see it."

Damon's jaw tightened, and his eyes flashed with a wounded expression. It was as if her words had scraped at an old wound, reawakening the pain of rejection. "People change, m/n. Damon could have changed for me." The pair of vampires now stared in disbelief. How had Elena managed to turn herself into a victim in this situation?

"Change? Is that what you call it?" Damon's retort cut through the air like a cold gust of wind, his voice edged with bitterness. His eyes, once clouded with hurt, now blazed with a fiery resolve. "You left, Elena. You chose someone else. You choose Stefan." M/n, standing beside Damon, could sense the raw emotion emanating from the vampire, a poignant mixture of anger and hurt.

"M/n accepted me for who I am," Damon continued, his voice steady and absolute. "He didn't demand that I change, mold myself into someone more palatable to fit your version of love. You can't rewrite history just because you don't like the ending."

Frustration etched across Elena's face. "Fine, have it your way," she spat, casting one last resentful glance at Damon and m/n before storming out of the house, the door slamming shut behind her. Even as the sound of Elena's car drew farther away from the boarding house, Damon's eyes lingered on the closed door.

M/n turned to Damon, his gaze softening as he assessed his lover beside him. "You okay?" he asked, his voice gentle yet filled with genuine concern.

Damon's eyes, focused on the closed door, shifted to m/n. The heaviness that lingered in his eyes was replaced by an unspoken acceptance that this chapter of his life had closed. "Yeah," he replied, "Thanks for handling that."

M/n nodded, his expression conveying understanding. "You know I've got your back, always." Damon's eyes softened, a subtle warmth replacing the tension that had gripped him moments before. He didn't need grand gestures or elaborate confessions; the simplicity of m/n's words told him everything he needed to know.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

#male reader #x male reader #the vampire diaries #damon salvatore #stefan salvatore #tvd #elena gilbert #fanfic #caroline forbes #bonnie bennett #matt donovan #the salvatore brothers #katherine pierce #vampires #damon salvatore x male reader #male reader insert

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bittergirlsworld · 3 months

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I finally gave up and saw TVD to understand some stuff in TO, and I just have to say: what an awfully written show. My goodness, how the hell is the most annoying girl in Mystic Falls the anchor who holds them together? Caroline, the fandom darling has no personality whatsoever. She's a camaleon, she's what they need her to be in the episode. Sometimes, she's the greatest soul alive, sometimes she's only there to slutshame another girl for doing exactly what she does. Sometimes she's pinning after her boyfriend, sometimes she backstabs him. Sometimes she's so repulsed by the 1000 year murder who bribes her with fancy things and sometimes she's okay to use the hell out of him to have what she needs. Elena, who's supposed to be the protagonist, becomes more and more the love interest to Damon. His love for her, that both recognize as toxic, comes from a sire bond and everyone insists to pretend that she loves him just the same without it as if she wasn't heavily projecting Stefan on him to the point he calls her out. The Originals, who were supposed to be invicible, the most insane of them just dies for a teenage hunter. Finn, the most sane one, portrait as a bore because he resented the bother who kept him in a coffin for thousands of years. Katherine, who I swear is one of the only two female characters really interesting in this show, is called a bitch all the time for the unforgivable crime of running from a psycho hybrid who wanted to slaughter her and then slaughtered her fucking family. Elijah and Rebekah does not exist outside of Klaus. Rebekah was just extremely annoying till they gave her a real personality and in the spin-off. Out of nowhere, she was obsessed with being human. Bonnie, poor Bonnie. The racism was blatantly showing. She was only there to be the magic negro trope. They didn't even allowed her to have romantic storyline! Her boyfriend who she resurrected cheats on her with a freaking ghost and she still back with him in season 5? She deserved so much better. Damon turns her mother in a vampire and then she's his best friend? She loses her entire family as well and is never treated with the same courtesy Elena has been treated. Not even the fancy balls she could attend, apparently. (Her wigs were also terrible. Poor Kat, they made her appear so old sometimes with those hairs).

And the romantic pairings? Awful. Damon and Elena were downright disgusting. He raped Caroline. Why everyone pretends he wasn't compelling her while having sex with her? Why all these centuries old man are so obsessed with fuck teenagers? How's that's romantic, date a girl on high school when you had two shares of a lifetime? Even if we take in consideration the lore that vampires stop aging when they're turned, the only couple who would make sense in this logic were Stefan and Elena, since Stefan was a teenager when turned. Klaus and Caroline had no romantic connection. She used him dry, he bite her to die to make a point to her boyfriend. He would be her last love but fucked her and left. She hated him but would happily accept his gifts while treating him like a dog. Damon and Elena loudly assume to each other that they are terrible together but then forget because they're fucking again. I swear to god, that relationship was pure based on their sex drive. She wanted that old dick so bad she blamed dead Katherine for the fact he killed her friend and threatened her brother.

The timeline made no sense. Plotholes all around. Why Bonnie couldn't make magic while being the anchor? Must be because she would be too powerful, and with Elena being so useless, they couldn't allow that. Caroline is another one completely useless for the plot. She could disappear from the show and wouldn't change a single thing.

It's really awful. After finally seeing this I can say with conviction that The Originals was the best they could have.

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natsvenom · 2 months

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Lost & Found - PART 2 | Kol Mikaelson x Salvatore!Reader

SHORT SERIES | PART 1

SUMMARY: 10 years after becoming a vampire, you discover you still have the ability to siphon. No amount of research you do helps you discover why, and you were never able to do it again. You meet a girl named Mary Porter and she tells you there's someone who can help you, but he's the most dangerous man alive, and one of the first vampires to ever roam the earth. But what other choice did you have?

WARNINGS: Minor violence

It had been 44 years ago when you became a vampire. For the longest time you hated yourself, you lacked the one thing you always seemed to have as a witch. Control. Luckily, you had learned the art of compulsion, managing to stop yourself from killing innocent people. Your favorite thing about being a vampire though, was the ability to heal.

Emily Bennett had told you when witches became vampires, they lost their ability to connect with nature. So why did you still feel so grounded to the earth? After ten years of being a vampire, you discovered something.

You were walking down the streets of New York City, it was 1874, and you were looking for your brother Stefan. He had gone off the rails and you decided it was time to give him a concerned younger sister talk. You weren’t sure he’d listen, but the least you could do was try.

You ran your fingers through the cracks and crevices of the dark bricks, humming the tune of an old song you hadn’t heard in several years. You gasp, suddenly being pushed to the wall, a man holding you tightly in place, his face monstrous, resembling something similar to one you often saw in the mirror.

You grabbed a hold of his arm, pinning him against the wall. He was clearly newer at this than you were. He groaned loudly, almost like he was in an immense amount of pain. You were confused, you weren’t holding on to him that tight. You looked down, noticing a red glowing light coming from your hands. That’s when you realized, you were siphoning him, something you hadn’t done in ten years. You pulled back instantly, and the man dropped to the floor, letting out heavy breaths. You looked down at your hands, then back at the man, and then you sped off, without any regard for the man who had just tried to make you his next meal.

After that day, you thought maybe something had gone wrong with your transition. Why else would you be able to siphon still? The truth was, you had no idea what was happening to you, and it freaked you out more than death itself. You tried siphoning again almost every day after the incident, but you hadn’t been able to. Maybe you were just seeing things.

You spent years after that researching siphoners, but you could never find anything. Not a single witch or vampire you talked to knew what you were, most of them just assumed you were crazy or seeking some sort of attention. It was exhausting chasing after what everyone thought was a fairytale.

In 1906, you met a woman named Mary Porter. She was the only person who believed your story and offered you her help. She hadn’t known anything about siphoners herself, but she said she knew a man who could help you, claiming he was an expert on all things witch-related. You had hoped she was right. She warned you though, that this man was anything but good. He was dangerous, and one of the oldest living vampires on the planet. He used and manipulated people, so if you wanted something from him, he’d most definitely expect something in return. Nothing he did for anyone else came for free.

Mary told you if you wanted to meet him, you’d have to be patient, saying he was almost impossible to find, not unless he wanted to be found. She took you to New Orleans, a place he had called home many moons ago. Mary seemed to have faith that he was there though, so you trusted her.

You had spent a year in New Orleans, searching for a vampire who didn’t seem to wanna be found was probably the most difficult thing you had done. How hard could it be to hide in a place like this? Mary seemed to have known a lot of people, and she said she was getting closer to finding him. What you hadn’t expected though, was that he would find you first.

You sat down at the bar in one of many clubs in the French Quarter, a jazz band was playing loudly from the stage across the dance floor. You weren’t really in the mood for dancing though. You order something strong at the bar, fully aware that your ability to get drunk vanished that horrible night in 1864.

A man sat down next to you, you paid him no mind though, your intentions for being here had nothing to do with socialization. He ordered a glass of whiskey, his British accent peaking your interest slightly. It wasn’t often you heard an accent like that, especially not down in New Orleans.

“Rumor has it you’ve been seeking me out.” The man said, his stare burning into the side of your head. You turned to face him and were shocked at how attractive he was, but you still had no idea who he was, so you kept your guard up. He held his hand out, and hesitantly, you took it. A feeling of something dark instantly took over your senses, and that was when you realized who he was. The man you’d been searching for for two years, the one who could supposedly kill you without even blinking, no matter how old of a vampire you were.

“Kol,” He introduced himself, his smile cunning and mischievous. You had wondered if you were making a mistake being here, he was intimidating, and that was a feeling you didn’t like.

“Y/N,” You said.

He picked up his glass once more, bringing it to his lips, “So, what do you want from me?” He asked, getting straight to the point.

Your heart rate picked up. It wasn’t out of fear though, it was excitement, after all this time you were finally gonna figure out what you were. At least you hoped, “I need your help.” You explained.

“Help from somebody like me comes with a price.” He said in almost a joking tone, but you knew he was serious. If you wanted his help, you knew you’d have to return the favor.

“A price I’m willing to pay.” You insisted. He could tell you were serious by that intense look in your eyes, whatever you wanted, must’ve been important.

“Very well then. What do you need that requires my assistance?” He questioned, looking at you very intently.

“Well, it’s complicated.” You sighed, “Before I became a vampire, I was a witch. I learned everything I know about magic from a witch named Emily Bennett.”

“You must’ve had an excellent mentor then. The Bennett witches are a very powerful bloodline.” Kol speculated.

“She told me that witches balance out the boundary between natural and supernatural. Which is why you can’t be both a witch and a vampire because it defies nature.” You added.

“All very true,” Kol said.

“Oh,” You murmured, disappointed.

“There’s been exceptions for certain individuals though,” Kol claimed, swirling the last bit of his drink in his glass.

“Exceptions?” You questioned, raising a brow.

“They’re not exactly well known in the witch community, they like to keep themselves hidden. They’re called the Gemini Coven.” Kol explained. You sighed in relief when you realized what you were experiencing was possible.

“They come from a long line of witches called siphoners, which means they have to absorb magic from other magical entities. Most people think that means they're weak, but that’s far from true. A siphoner can desiccate a vampire just from their touch, and rid the influence of compulsion from any person whose been compelled by a vampire. This power of course doesn’t come without a price. The leader of the Gemini Coven is determined by something called the merge. Every time a set of twins is born into the coven they must bind their magic into one once they turn of age, the strongest of the two wins, becoming the next leader of the coven. And of course, if the leader dies, so does the rest of the coven. Unless you’re a vampire of course.”

You implanted the new information into your brain, finally feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. But of course, you still had questions and concerns, “But if you’re a vampire how can you be a part of the coven?” You asked.

“That’s what makes siphoners so exceptionally powerful. They’re the only witches in the world who can become both a vampire and a witch, they’re referred to as heretics. After the transition the witch side has the ability to siphon power from the vampire side, making them quite unstoppable. There’s only one way to kill them, which would require you to rip out their heart, a stake won’t do it. I haven’t seen one in quite some time though, so if that’s what you’re looking for you’re out of luck, darling.”

At first, you weren’t sure if you wanted to tell him. If you did there was always the possibility that he would want to kill you, but you were having magic issues, and you needed help getting them back under control, “What if I told you I knew one?” You said, rather abruptly.

“Then I would ask why you’re coming to me for this.” He said, drinking the last bit of his whiskey.

“And what if I said she doesn’t know anything about heretics and hasn’t been able to use her magic since she’s transitioned? Would you be able to help her?” You asked rhetorically.

“Well, I would have to meet her first and figure out the issue. There are many reasons for magic being blocked.” Kol explained.

“Like what?”

“First tell me to whom you’re referring, and then maybe I’ll give you the answer.”

You looked down at your glass, taking a moment to think, then looked back up at him, “Me.” You said hesitantly.

“You?” He questioned.

You sighed, “Before I was a vampire I found out I was a siphoner, with the help of an old friend, I couldn’t figure out much about my family history, and all I knew was what Emily taught me. Then I became a vampire and I had no idea about heretics or anything, so I just instantly assumed I had lost my ability to do magic.”

Kol looked slightly surprised, but he tried not to let it show. He set his glass down and stood up, “If you want my help, it’s going to take a while. And that’s going to be a lot of debt, darling.” Kol asserted.

You stood up quickly after him, “Please, I’ll do anything.” You pleaded.

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

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mybrainismadeofcottons · 1 year

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Damon Salvatore in black 😳🤯

#damon salvatore #vampire diaries #tvd #damon x elena #delena #stefan salvatore #vampire #ian somerhalder #elena gilbert #caroline forbes #klaus mikaelson #katherine pierce #elijah mikaelson #bonnie bennett

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rakehelll · 1 month

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#cardan greenbriar #damon salvatore #tvd #the vampire diaries #stefan salvatore #elena gilbert #katherine pierce #jude x cardan #jude duarte #katherine petrova #the folk of the air #the wicked king

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inlovewithgaycouples · 2 years

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The myth, the legend, the baddest bitch of all....

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amazingmaeve · 2 years

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tvdu back to main masterlist

A MESSAGE —

🩸 currently I don't write for any ships but when I do I'II tell you guys which ships. some of these are older and they're kinda bad since it's been a while since I wrote them, so please don't point it out.

🩸 also I do my best to write all the readers/ocs so that anyone can relate but if you want me to write a story with the reader being POC just tell me when you request! also the fics with smut will be aged up to 18 +.

🩸 Feel free to request any of these characters (once request open up for tvdu again)!

🌧️ = angst | 🤍 = fluff | 💋 = smut | ♟️ = dark

STEFAN SALVATORE DAMON SALVATORE JEREMY GILBERT BONNIE BENNETT ELENA GILBERT KATHERINE PIERCE CAROLINE FORBES KAI PARKER KLAUS MIKAELSON ELIJAH MIKAELSON KOL MIKAELSON REBEKAH MIKAELSON FREYA MIKAELSON HAYLEY MARSHALL DAVINA CLAIRE MARCEL GERARD CAMILLE O’CONNELL LUCIAN CASTLE AURORA DE MARTEL VINCENT GRIFFITH HOPE MIKAELSON LIZZIE SALTZMAN JOSIE SALTZMAN PENELOPE PARK RAFAEL WAITHE LANDON KIRBY MILTON GREASLEY (MG)

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heavenstohell · 2 months

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LOYAL COMPANION

Stefan Salvatore/F!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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PRESENT TIME, LOCATION: THE MYSTIC GRILL.

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

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

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

#tvd #stefan salvatore #the vampire diaries #stefan salavatore x reader #damon salvatore #tvd x reader #stefan salvatore x you #tvd angst #tvd fluff #tvd fanfiction #katherine pierce #stefan salvatore fic

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voidpetrova · 8 months

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the night you left — jeremy gilbert x reader

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content warnings and genres: swearing — angst, fluff

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synopsis: leaving mystic falls was something you did for the world to see, but the reason was something you had intended on taking to your grave. unfortunately, you were immortal.

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returning to mystic falls was a bittersweet homecoming, the memories of laughter and innocence clashing with the cold reality of the present. the town's quaint streets held tales of friendships forged in simpler times, and among them was the story of jeremy gilbert and the childhood companion he had lost. you were that forgotten figure from his past, the one who vanished mysteriously, leaving behind a void that time could never fill. but now, as the sun dipped behind the horizon and cast long shadows over the town's familiar landscape, you stood on the outskirts, eyes fixed on mystic falls high school. there, amidst the hustle of students, you would soon come face to face with the boy you once knew, who was now a young man—a man who would unwittingly be swept into the storm of secrets you carried, and whose heart would unknowingly become entangled in a love that defied time and transformation.

as you stepped into the bustling hallway, the echoes of laughter and the flurry of students immediately took you back to a time when life was simpler. clutching the enrollment papers, you made your way to the principal's office. the secretary greeted you with a polite smile, offering you a seat while she retrieved the necessary forms. as you waited, you couldn't help but overhear snippets of conversation from the nearby students.

"hey, att, have you heard about the new student enrolling today?" a voice chimed in.

you glanced in the direction of the voice and your eyes met the familiar gaze of matt donovan, his features lit up with curiosity. beside him stood elena, her expression one of intrigue and curiosity, almost as if she recognized you. you felt a pang of nostalgia as you looked at her and jeremy—faces that were etched in your memories from a time long ago.

“i heard she's supposed to be in our grade,” matt replied, his eyes scanning the hallway.

a shiver ran down your spine as your heart raced. you could feel their eyes on you, and as you turned your head slightly, you locked eyes with jeremy, who stood a short distance away. his gaze was intense, a mixture of confusion and recognition. the connection was undeniable; you were not a stranger to him, but the little girl he once knew was now someone entirely different, shaped by time and circumstances.

as your gaze held his, you saw a flicker of something—a distant memory tugging at the corners of his mind. it was a fleeting moment, but it was enough to leave you breathless. the principal's office door opened, and you were brought back to the present as the secretary handed you the papers.

with a composed smile, you rose from your seat, clutching the papers in your hand.

the history classroom was a symphony of rustling papers and hushed conversations as you entered, feeling the weight of curious eyes upon you. taking a deep breath, you walked towards an empty seat, acutely aware of the lingering gazes that followed your every move. with a determined smile, you settled into your chair, feeling a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. the teacher, mr. saltzman, stood at the front of the room, his gaze sweeping across the students before finally resting on you.

“class, we have a new student joining us today,” he announced, prompting the room to fall silent. “would you care to introduce yourself?”

clearing your throat, you rose to your feet, projecting a confident demeanor. “hi, everyone. i'm (y/n) (l/n),” you began, your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach. “i've recently moved back to mystic falls, and i'm excited to be a part of this class.”

elena's eyes widened in disbelief, her fingers tightening around her pen as her gaze shifted between you and jeremy. jeremy's expression mirrored hers, his features frozen in shock.

as you spoke, your eyes found his, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. recognition flickered in his eyes, but it was quickly masked by a veil of uncertainty. you continued to introduce yourself, unaware of the turmoil your presence was causing. as you finished, you took your seat, stealing another glance at jeremy who now seemed lost in thought.

the lesson began, and mr. saltzman's lecture filled the room. but as he posed a question to the class, jeremy's momentary distraction earned him the teacher's attention. he smirked, as if sensing an opportunity for a teaching moment.

“mister gilbert, care to enlighten us with the answer?” he quipped, the amusement evident in his voice.

jeremy hesitated, clearly caught off guard. you could practically feel the tension radiating from him, and without thinking, you raised your hand.

“actually, mister saltzman,” you spoke up, your voice calm and composed. “the treaty of tordesillas was signed in 1494, and it divided the newly discovered lands outside europe between portugal and spain along a meridian 370 leagues west of the cape verde islands.”

the classroom fell into a stunned silence as your words hung in the air. mister saltzman's expression shifted from amusement to surprise, and jeremy looked at you with a mix of astonishment and gratitude. he cleared his throat and continued the lesson, but this time, his gaze lingered elsewhere.

amidst the throng of the bustling halls, stefan salvatore moved with an air of quiet intensity, his eyes scanning the crowd. suddenly, his steps faltered as he glimpsed a familiar face, one he hadn't seen in years. there you were, standing by your locker, your presence evoking a flood of emotions he struggled to contain.

stefan's heart raced as memories of childhood adventures and shared secrets washed over him. his eyes welled with tears, the weight of your sudden return hitting him with unexpected force. he took a hesitant step closer, his breath catching in his throat.

damon, leaning casually against a nearby wall, noticed stefan's reaction and pushed himself off the surface with a knowing smile. he strode over to his brother, his tone laced with a mix of amusement and understanding. “seems like someone's got a surprise waiting for us, huh?” despite the fact that he wouldn't show it, he was even more glad to see you.

stefan's gaze never wavered from you as he nodded slowly, his voice tinged with a mixture of longing and concern. “i can't believe she's back..”

just as damon was about to respond, you turned, catching sight of stefan through the sea of students. your eyes met his, a hint of a smile tugging at your lips as recognition sparked between you. he took hesitant steps closer, his emotions clearly visible in his expression. you couldn't help yourself, running into both of their arms as a grin graced your lips for the first time in a long time.

stefan's voice trembled as he spoke, his words a blend of joy and anxiety. “(y/n), we thought you were gone for good.”

you closed the distance between you two, your smile growing warmer as you met his gaze. "you both know exactly why i left. but i'm back now, for good." his and damon's relief was palpable, but their concern remained evident. in a split second, damon's expression changed as a proud smirk painted his lips.

“you can't get rid of her that easily,” he ruffled your hair with a comforting arm wrapped around your shoulders. ��she's a salvatore, after all.”

you placed a reassuring hand on his arm, your eyes locking with his. “i had to come back. for you guys, for him.”

stefan's brows furrowed, confusion evident in his features. “him?”

“jeremy.” damon has a glint of anger in his eyes, and stefan on the verge of it. “jeremy gilbert? why the hell are you here for him?”

a soft chuckle escaped you, filled with a mix of fondness and determination. “because he needs me. and i need to keep him safe.”

stefan's worry deepened, but he couldn't deny the conviction in your words. he nodded slowly, a mixture of emotions playing across his face. “just promise me you'll be careful. we can't afford to lose you again.”

you nodded in return, your grip on his arm tightening slightly. “i promise, stefan. i won't let anything happen to me, or to jeremy.”

"what the hell is she doing talking to thing 1 and thing 2?" jeremy scoffed, his voice laced with a hint of bitterness, as he watched how fondly you interacted with damon and stefan in the school courtyard.

elena stood by his side, her expression softening as she followed your gaze. she glanced at Jeremy, understanding the turmoil he was feeling. "no idea, but they seem awfully close."

jwremy rolled his eyes, crossing his arms defensively. "yeah, well, so were we."

as if on cue, you turned your attention toward jeremy, sensing his eyes on you. your smile brightened as you met his gaze, and with a few quick strides, you closed the distance between you two. before he could react, you opened your arms wide, wrapping them around him in a warm and tight embrace. it was too sudden, but you couldn't help yourself. it was something you had dreamed of doing since you left.

jeremy's initial surprise melted into shock, and then into something softer, more vulnerable. he hesitated for a moment before his arms found their way around you, and he held you tightly, as if trying to make up for all the lost time. the bitterness he had felt only moments ago seemed to dissolve in your embrace.

elena, her eyes glistening with tears, watched the scene unfold before her. she had seen the pain both you and jeremy had endured due to your sudden departure. this reunion was a moment she had hoped for, and now that it was happening, the emotions overwhelmed her.

as the two of you finally pulled away from the hug, you embraced elena in a sisterly hug of your own, whispering out a string of apologies as you held her, hand in her hair. jeremy's gaze was a mixture of emotions—relief, longing, and a hint of sadness. "(y/n), we thought we'd never see you again." he wanted to yell, he wanted to cry and scream at you and beg you to tell him why you had left—why you had invoked drastic changes in their lives, but he didn't. it wasn't the time nor place.

you brushed your fingers against his cheek, a soft smile playing on your lips. "i'm back, jer. and i'm not going anywhere."

elena stepped forward, wiping away a tear that had escaped her eye. "we're so glad you're back, (y/n)."

you gave her a warm smile, grateful for her acceptance. "i am too, missed you both so much."

jeremy motioned toward a nearby bench, a silent invitation for you to sit down with him. as you settled onto the bench, he joined you, his gaze fixed on his hands in his lap.

after a moment of silence, he spoke softly, his voice heavy with the weight of his confession. "you know, after you left— things got really tough. around the time our parents died, i started making some bad choices. started using, you know?" your heart ached as you listened, your hand reaching out to gently cover his. "jer, i'm sorry. i'm sorry i wasn't there to help. i am now, and i'm staying."

he finally looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and vulnerability. "why'd you go, (y/n)?" his voice was so fragile, the genuinity sending a pang to your heart. he knew you couldn't tell him, not just yet.

you squeezed his hand gently, your voice filled with understanding. "i'm here now, that's all that matters. and I'm going to do whatever it takes to support you, to make things better."

jeremy nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. in that moment, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you and him shared a quiet understanding that went beyond words.

“are you ready to tell me why you really left?” damon asked you, an unreadable expression on his face as he stared at the window. he loved you, you were his baby sister, you were his everything. but when you left without a single trace, you hurt him more than katherine ever could. if he had a soft side for anyone, it was for you.

you took a deep breath, your heart heavy with the weight of the truth you had kept hidden for so long. the time had come to share your reasons, to let your older brother in on the secret you had been guarding all these years.

you walked over to where damon stood by the window, your gaze fixed on his profile. “damon, there's something i need to tell you. something i should have told you a long time ago.”

he turned his head slightly to look at you, his eyes locking onto yours. the intensity of his gaze was both comforting and unnerving.

“nobody knows about me—nobody knows whose sister i am, nobody knows that you and stefan are my brothers,” he nodded, arms crossed as they pressed into his chest. he knew that all too well, it was something you decided nobody should know and they both supported that decision—despite their sibling rivalry, it wasn't something they wanted to drag you into. they didn't want people knowing whose sister you were, and what you were. “katherine banged me up pretty bad before i left. i banged her up just as bad so, she disappeared. i had to disappear too— i couldn't stand by and watch her destroy you and stefan, but i couldn't sit around waiting for her to come back and kill me either—” you paused, your words slow and calculated. an expression of shock graced his face as he let out a small sigh, as if he was disappointed in himself. “—i ran from her, i left you two behind, but i left elena and jeremy behind, too. i needed to disappear, i needed to train my abilities and come back stronger. i needed the strength to protect you the way you've protected me, and to protect him.” he knew who you were talking about.

tears welled up in your eyes, and he knew he couldn't stay mad at you. he had no reason to be mad, he knew all you wanted was to protect the ones you loved—something he knew he had failed at, multiple times.

“hey,” he whispered, watching the tears gather. he embraced you in a warm hug, arms wrapped tightly around you. “it's okay, come here.”

in the secluded mansion, you felt as if it was just the two of you there. you and your brother, nobody else. what you failed to notice, in your moment of vulnerability, was the familiar figure in the corner of the hallway, who had been listening to every word. he was stunned, shock and betrayal coursing through his veins. you didn't know that jeremy knew—or that, in that moment, his heart had broken a thousand times.

as you slowly pulled away from damon's embrace, you became aware of a tense presence in the hallway. jeremy's eyes were fixed on you, his expression a mix of anger, betrayal, and hurt. he had heard everything.

damon followed your gaze and his expression turned grim as he saw jeremy. you both knew that your revelation had far-reaching consequences, and his emotions were raw and unfiltered.

he stepped forward, his voice laced with bitterness. “so, this is the big secret you've been hiding? you're a salvatore?”

you swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his anger. “jeremy, i—”

his laugh was cold and bitter. “you left, (y/n). you left without a word. and now i find out you're a salvatore, and you left us all behind because of some stupid vampire slut? you didn't trust us enough to tell us.”

tears welled up in your eyes once more, the pain of his words cutting deep. “it wasn't about trust, jer. i did it to protect you, to protect everyone.”

he shook his head, his frustration evident. “protect us? you think you're the only one who can protect people? i was ready to confess my feelings for you that night, (y/n),” his breath became uneven. “the night you left.”

your heart froze as his words hit you like a wave of realization. the truth crashed down on you—the same night you left, he was going to confess his love for you. and you had no idea.

damon stepped forward, his voice gentle but firm. “jeremy, she did what she thought was right. she's been through a lot.”

his gaze flickered to damon, his anger momentarily directed at him. “and you knew, didn't you? you knew she was your sister all along.”

damon nodded solemnly. “of course i did.”

jeremy's eyes shifted back to you, his expression a mix of hurt and resignation. “you should have told me, (y/n). we could have faced this together. but you chose to leave.”

your voice trembled as you struggled to hold back tears. “i'm so sorry, jer. i never meant to hurt you.”

he turned away, his jaw clenched. “it's too late for apologies now.”

as he stormed away, leaving you and damon in the aftermath of the truth, the weight of his anger and the pain of his unspoken confession hung heavy in the air. you had revealed your secret, but in doing so, you had also uncovered the depth of jeremy's feelings and the wounds he carried from your sudden departure. now, you were faced with the challenge of rebuilding the trust that had been shattered, and finding a way to heal the heart that you had unknowingly broken.

days had passed since the emotional confrontation with jeremy. the atmosphere in mystic falls felt heavy with tension, and you couldn't shake off the weight of the hurt that lingered between you and him. it was a painful reminder of the consequences of keeping such a significant secret.

one evening, you found yourself at the local mystic grill, nursing a drink and lost in your thoughts. the noise of chatter and clinking glasses seemed distant as you replayed the conversation with jeremy over and over in your mind.

stefan approached the bar, a concerned look in his eyes. “hey, mind if i join you?”

you looked up at your brother and managed a small smile. “of course not, stef.”

he took the seat next to you and signaled for the bartender. “how are you holding up?”

hou sighed, your gaze returning to your drink. “not well. i hurt jeremy, stefan. i hurt him more than i thought i could.”

he rested a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “he's just processing everything, (y/n). it was a lot for him to take in all at once.”

“i know, but i never wanted to cause him pain,” you admitted, your voice laced with regret. “and the worst part is that i had no idea he felt that way about me.”

stefan studied your expression, his tone gentle. “jeremy's been through a lot too, (y/n). losing you like that, not knowing why.—it's natural for emotions to be intense.”

you nodded, feeling a mixture of gratitude for your brother's support and a sense of responsibility for the situation you had created. “i just wish i could make things right.”

stefan leaned in, his voice soft. “give him time, (y/n). just like we've given you time to reveal your secret.”

as the night wore on, you and your brother shared a few more words before he eventually excused himself. alone at the bar, you continued to reflect on everything that had transpired. you knew that healing the wounds you had inadvertently caused would take time, patience, and effort.

you found solace at the bar, nursing a drink as you tried to escape into your thoughts. lost in your reverie, you barely noticed when jeremy took a seat next to you, his presence pulling you back to reality.

“hey, i thought i'd find you here.” he greeted, his voice a mixture of uncertainty and warmth, unlike before.

you turned to him, offering a faint smile. “hey, you.”

he ordered a drink and then turned his attention back to you. “mind if i join you?”

you shook your head, gesturing for him to take a seat as you repeated what you had told stefan earlier. “of course not.”

as the bartender prepared jeremy's drink, you exchanged a glance, both of you seemingly searching for words to break the awkward silence. it was him who finally spoke up, his voice tinged with nostalgia.

“remember when we were kids, and we used to go down to the creek near the salvatore house?”

a soft smile played on your lips as memories of your childhood flooded back. “yeah, we spent hours down there, catching frogs and trying to build that rickety old treehouse.”

jeremy chuckled, a hint of fondness in his eyes. “that treehouse was a disaster waiting to happen.”

“but it was our disaster,” you added, a hint of nostalgia in your own voice.

he nodded, his gaze turning introspective. “those were simpler times.”

you took a sip of your drink, the warmth of it spreading through you. “they were. it's funny how everything seemed so much easier back then.”

his expression softened, eyes meeting yours with an intensity that caught you off guard. “you know, there's something i should have told you a long time ago.”

curiosity piqued, you leaned in slightly. “what is it, jer?”

his fingers tapped against the edge of his glass, nervous energy radiating from him. “the night you left— i was planning to tell you something. i told you this the other night, and i'm telling you again now.”

Your heart skipped a beat, a mixture of anticipation and surprise swirling within you. “tell me what?”

jeremy took a deep breath, his gaze locked onto yours. “i was going to confess... that i've had feelings for you. i didn't want to keep it a secret anymore.”

his words hung in the air, a weighty silence settling between you. the truth he had held back for so long felt like a revelation, and you couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions surge within you. you know that he had told you this the other night, but it was somehow even worse when it was just the two of you. it hurt more.

“jeremy,” you whispered, your voice tinged with a mix of regret and realization. “i had no idea.”

he met your gaze, vulnerability in his eyes. “i know you had your reasons for leaving, but that night i never got the chance to say how i felt.”

a sense of warmth spread through your chest, his confession washing over you in waves. “i'm so sorry, jer. If i had known, if i could have seen into the future—”

he held up a hand, his expression understanding. “it's not your fault. we've both made choices, and we've both had to live with them.”

the weight of his words settled over you, the connection between you growing stronger in that moment. while the revelations and confessions were complicated, there was an undeniable bond that remained—the bond of shared memories, shared pain, and now, a shared truth.

“if it means anything to you,” you started, eyes locking with his once more. “i would've returned your feelings that night—and i'd return them right now.”

he smiled softly, his heart fluttering at your words.

“i've waited so long to hear that.”

as the evening wore on, you and jeremy continued to talk, reminiscing about your childhood adventures and sharing stories that spanned the years. in the midst of the pain and uncertainty, there was a glimmer of hope—a sense that, even with the scars of the past, a new chapter could begin. with the foundation of a friendship that had weathered time and distance, you both felt a renewed determination to face the challenges ahead, to heal what had been broken, and to explore the unspoken feelings that had been given voice at last.

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