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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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fandoms--fluff · 8 months

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Can you do a tvd x teenage Salvatore reader

Comfy

Female teenage Salvatore reader x Stefan Salvatore x Damon Salvatore (+others)

Warnings: swearing?

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"Come on you have to get up" Stefan says sitting on your bed beside where your laying.

"Go away it's too early for this shit" you mumbled into your pillow.

Stefan sighed and took the blanket off of you, solving the mystery of where one of his favorite sweaters went, you're wearing it.

"Come on its either the easy way or the hard way" He said knowing full well you can hear him.

You didn't respond and he reached over to you and pulled your body into his lap. "The hard way it is then."

He stood up carrying you and went downstairs where Damon was sitting. By the time he got there, you were almost fully dozed off again if it wasn't for Damon throwing a pillow at your face to wake you up again. You just responded by holding up a middle finger at your older brother and then snuggling into your other older brother, going back into the comfortable position you were in before.

"You realize you do have to change before we leave the house, right?" Damon raised an eyebrow while smirking.

"Who said I was leaving?" You groaned, not wanting to leave and get out of your comfy clothes.

"We are. Everyone is meeting at Elena's house, we need to talk about the problem on our hands" Stefan says, putting you down on the armchair next to a stack of books that needed to be put back, on the ground.

"Whyyyy, so what? there's another doppelganger, big whoopty-doo" You rolled your eyes, actually not minding Silas because he was entertaining at least.

"Too bad, you're going" Damon said, putting his drink down.

You begrudgingly walk up the steps to Elena's house. You still have Stefan's sweater on, only changing from your sleep pants to dark wash, flared jeans.

When you walked in, you immediaetly make you're way down the hallway and to the left where Jeremy is playing video games. You sat down next to him after you grabbed a controller from the coffee table.

The two of you quickly immersed into the shooting game, completely forgetting the point of the whole friend group meet-up.

"Where are Jeremy and Y/n?" Caroline asked, looking around the room, not seeing the two sixteen year olds (you, biologically). "Playing video games in the next room" Elena sighed. She tried to get you guys to stop, but failed and walked away, not in the mood to fight with two moody teenagers who both don't want to socialize except with each other for some reason.

"Then I'll be right back" Caroline said.

She walked down the hall and over to the both of you. She stood in front of the tv, but before either of you could say anything, she grabbed both your guys' left ears.

She pulled you guys by your ears to the living room. "Hey!" you both exclaimed at the same time, not happy about being pulled away from your secluded area.

The next three hours are the most boring and long hours both you and Jeremy have ever had to endure. Well, before you fell asleep on top of each other and no one noticed after those couple of hours.

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claraoswalds · 3 months

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THE VAMPIRE DIARIES S02E18 The Last Dance

#tvdedit #the vampire diaries #userbbelcher #cinemapix #chewieblog #filmtv #tvedit #tvcentric #dailytvfilmgifs #tvandfilm #tvfilmsource #cinematv #elena gilbert #stefan salvatore #bonnie bennett #elena x bonnie #stelena #*#if ur bf says no just ask ur gf instead. bisexuality <3

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athenasalvatore1922 · 10 months

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Damon: Y/n is extremely dangerous

Elena: Damon that's your daughter:

Damon: I know

Caroline: What makes her dangerous?

Damon: She can drive anyone insane with a single conversation

Klaus: She really can, it makes you question everything you've ever thought of or done in your life

[Y/n laughing in the distance]

#the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries x reader #incorrect tvd quotes #tvd #the vampire diaries quotes #stefan salvatore #damon salvatore #the vampire diaries incorrect quotes #stefan x y/n #elena gilbert #klaus mikaelson x y/n #caroline forbes

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kierreras · 8 months

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i think i've seen this film before and i didn't like the ending

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anyataylorjoys · 11 months

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THE VAMPIRE DIARIES S1E22 Founder’s Day

#tvedit #tvdedit #the vampire diaries #damon salvatore #stefan salvatore #elena gilbert #userelenagilbert #ninadaily #ninadobrevedit #gifs*#delena #damon x elena x stefan #this moment will always be famous to me #how was I ever going to be normal about this?

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cece693 · 3 months

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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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morgane-art · 1 month

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Stefan : If I could nail any celebrity, it would be y/n...

Stefan : Because she's the star of my heart.

Y/n : Aw.

Y/n : mine would be Hugh Jackman !

Stefan : ...

Elena : ...

Damon *bursts out laughing*

#tvd #the vampire diaries #tvd incorrect quotes #elena gilbert #damon salvatore #stefan salvatore #stefan salvatore x reader #source : how I met your mother

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mikaelsonincorrectquotes · 1 year

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Katherine: Between Rebekah, Stefan, Bonnie, and Elena if you had to, who would you punch?

Y/n: No one! They are my friends I wouldn't punch any of them!

Katherine: Elena?

Y/n: Yeah, but I don't know why...

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voidpetrova · 8 months

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fearless — jeremy gilbert x reader

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content warnings and genres: swearing, alcohol consumption, sex in general but specifically hate sex, degradation, teasing, slapping — smut, fluff

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synopsis: a reluctant alliance forms between two individuals whose paths were never meant to cross. you were enigmatic, possessing a cunning personality and wielding your formidable powers to manipulate and eliminate those in youe path, driven by an insatiable thirst for dominance. jeremy gilbert stood as a stalwart protector of his friends, the beacon of light amid the encroaching shadows. you hated each other, but the sex was great

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the air was thick with tension as stefan and damon salvatore paced within their dimly lit hideout. an air of urgency hung heavy as they exchanged anxious glances, a shared weight on their shoulders.

the sun and moon curse's ominous deadline loomed ever closer, and their search for a solution had led them to a most unlikely ally.

the heavy door creaked open, admitting you with an air of effortless poise. your presence exuded an aura of power, a testament to the centuries you'd spent as a vampire. but it wasn't just your immortality that set you apart—it was the cunning glint in your eyes and the unspoken authority you held over the supernatural realm.

“ah, the illustrious newcomer graces us with her presence,” damon drawled, his tone laced with equal parts skepticism and intrigue.

“delighted to be here, darling,” you replied, your voice dripping with honeyed sarcasm as your gaze met his with a challenge.

stefan offered a reserved nod, his lips pressed into a thin line. “we need all the help we can get, even if it means partnering with someone— unconventional.”

you smirked, unfazed by their reservations. unconventional was your middle name, after all. “well, boys, let's not waste any more time discussing my unorthodox methods. i assume you've gathered the necessary components?”

damon motioned toward the table where the picture of the moonstone practically gleamed, an ancient relic that held the key to breaking the curse. “they've got your precious rock.”

as the days turned into weeks, your alliance with the salvatores' group slowly shifted from an uneasy coexistence to a begrudging respect. collaborating on plans to break the curse revealed your strategic prowess and your cunning ability to outmaneuver the most formidable foes. and while your ultimate goals remained shrouded in mystery, the shared purpose brought a strange sense of unity.

enter jeremy gilbert, the stubborn, quick-witted thorn in your side. he had a knack for pushing your buttons, and you retaliated with a barrage of snarky remarks that could match his every jab.

“you know, i've met kittens scarier than you,” he quipped one evening, leaning against the wall with an infuriating smirk.

“and yet, here you are, all grown up and trying to play with the big cats,” you shot back, a dangerous glint in your eyes.

as the days turned into nights, the lines between alliance and camaraderie blurred. banter evolved into heated debates, and reluctant admiration gave way to unexpected camaraderie. the tension between you and jeremy simmered beneath the surface, an electric undercurrent neither of you could ignore.

and in the midst of this intricate dance, damon and stefan's affections for you grew more pronounced. their lingering gazes and the palpable yearning in their voices didn't go unnoticed, a silent acknowledgment of the magnetic pull you held over them.

the gathering of mystic falls' finest was a tense affair. the salvatore mansion's grand halls echoed with hushed conversations and wary glances as the gang assembled. elena's cautious eyes flitted over your figure, her distrust clear, while bonnie's wary expression mirrored the unease of the others.

as the room's atmosphere hung heavy with skepticism, you leaned against a table, regarding them all with a calm detachment that belied the storm of thoughts swirling within you. it wasn't often that those around you faced an enigma as formidable as yourself, and their unease was almost amusing.

stefan cleared his throat, his voice steady but laden with tension. “we're all here because we share the same goal—to break the sun and moon curse.”

damon's eyes darted to you, a calculated smirk tugging at his lips. “and our newest ally here,” he nodded in your direction, “seems to think she's got the answers.”

you met damon's gaze with a raised brow, amusement dancing in your eyes. “only time will tell, won't it?”

as the days went on, the initial hostility began to thaw. your sharp wit and undeniable competence in matters of the supernatural earned you reluctant respect. small alliances formed as each member of the gang found common ground in their distrust of you. still, tension hung in the air, even as you started offering strategic advice on finding the elusive components to break the curse.

“bonnie, we need to focus on finding the doppelgänger's blood,” you advised one evening, your tone authoritative.

her eyebrows knitted in concentration. “but where would we even begin looking?”

“the old witch's grimoire might hold the answers you seek,” you replied smoothly, watching her nod thoughtfully.

weeks turned into a whirlwind of information-gathering, research, and spellwork. amid the whirlwind, your calculated charm began to chip away at the group's skepticism. unbeknownst to them, the instructions you provided were expertly tailored misdirections.

elena approached you one evening, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. “you seem to know a lot about these curses.”

“centuries of experience have their perks,” you replied cryptically, your lips curving into a half-smile.

the circle of trust continued to expand as elena shared her own insights, and bonnie began to confide in you about her struggles. but it was jeremy who surprised you the most. his sarcastic retorts softened, replaced by genuine questions about your history and motivations.

“you don't strike me as the kind who'd want to help anyone,” he remarked one night, his eyes scrutinizing.

“perhaps there's more to me than meets the eye,” you mused, a hint of vulnerability slipping into your voice before you shifted the topic.

as the gang worked tirelessly, chasing the components under your careful guidance, the bonds of camaraderie deepened. they came to rely on your knowledge and your uncanny ability to predict the next move of their adversaries. your once-foreign presence became an integral part of their mission.

unbeknownst to them, the pieces they sought were carefully chosen to further your own ambitions. you needed the moonstone for yourself—to amplify your already formidable abilities. the complexity of the web you'd woven began to unravel, but as the lines blurred between ally and enemy, the truth seemed farther out of reach than ever before.

and amid the confusion and danger, jeremy's attitude toward you shifted. the tension that had once been laced with hostility took on a different quality—one tinged with a jealousy he couldn't quite understand. as the group inched closer to their goal, the undercurrents of desire, manipulation, and secrets threatened to pull them all into a tangled web of fate they could never have predicted.

one evening, everybody congregated at a dimly lit bar, the low hum of chatter mingling with the clinking of glasses as they hashed out their plans. you leaned against the bar, a glass of red wine in hand, exuding an air of effortless confidence that had both mystified and infuriated jeremy since your arrival.

“so, this is where the brilliant minds of mystic falls come to plot their next move?” you quipped, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

jeremy shot you a glare. “better than scheming in the shadows and brooding like it's our day job.”

damon chuckled. “brooding can be quite lucrative, actually.”

you raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in your eyes. “ah, damon salvatore, the town's resident brooding entrepreneur.”

stefan tried to steer the conversation back on track. “we need to focus on the witch's power.”

bonnie nodded. “tapping into that much magic is going to be risky.”

jeremy's eyes flickered to you. “and risky business seems to be your forte.”

you tilted your head, an infuriatingly smug grin playing on your lips. “why, gilbert, i didn't know you paid such close attention to my strengths.”

elena shot him a look. “guys, can we stay on topic?”

damon smirked. “stay focused, jeremy. you don't want to miss out on the riveting discussion.”

jeremy turned his attention back to you. “trust me, it's riveting every time you open your mouth.”

you leaned in, your eyes narrowing playfully. “oh, i aim to impress.”

bonnie sighed, exasperated. “can we please just get back to the spell?”

damon nudged you with his elbow. “don't worry, bonnie. our illustrious guest is about to enlighten us.”

you rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your wine. “keep the enthusiasm to a minimum, damon. wouldn't want you to overexert yourself.”

jeremy shook his head, an incredulous smile tugging at his lips. “you really have a talent for making friends, don't you?”

“friends are overrated,” you shot back, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

as the night wore on, the insults continued to fly, a never-ending volley of jabs and comebacks that seemed to fuel both irritation and reluctant amusement. jeremy's persistent sarcasm and your biting retorts formed a rhythm that was as familiar as it was aggravating.

and then, in a moment that caught both of you off guard, jeremy's snide remarks faltered as he met your gaze. a fleeting stillness settled between you, a charged silence that held a hint of something else—recognition, perhaps, of the shared tension that had been building since the moment you'd met. despite the brewing hatred, he couldn't help but find you pretty. he liked the way your hair was wavy, the way your makeup was smokey. he liked the way you walked in high heels and talked with such intensity, everybody was drawn towards you. including him.

uncomfortable with the intensity of the moment, he cleared his throat and looked away, pretending to be absorbed in his drink. but you saw through the facade, and a subtle, self-satisfied smile curved your lips. the electricity in the air wasn't just a product of the supernatural—it was a testament to the magnetic pull you both tried so hard to deny.

as the bar hummed with conversations and laughter, an unspoken understanding lingered—an understanding that even amid the insults and the tension, something deeper was at play, something that neither of you could ignore.

as the discussion carried on, the intricacies of the plan fell into place. the group debated strategy, magic, and the dangerous risks they were about to undertake. despite the tension that had become second nature, a sense of unity emerged as the gang rallied around a common goal.

“and that's our course of action,” stefan concluded, his voice firm and resolute.

damon raised an eyebrow, looking at you with a mixture of amusement and skepticism. “you agree with the salvatore plan, oh mighty oracle?”

you arched an eyebrow right back, your tone dripping with sarcasm. “imagine that, i'm capable of agreement.”

jeremy rolled his eyes. “must be a once-in-a-lifetime event.”

you turned your full attention to him, a fire dancing in your eyes. “careful, gilbert. your wit might be a match for mine someday.”

an exasperated sigh escaped bonnie's lips. “can we please just stay focused?”

but it seemed jeremy had reached his limit. pushing away from the table, he confronted you, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and frustration. “you're not fooling anyone with your act. we all know you've got your own agenda.”

your gaze turned icy, the mask of charm slipping for a moment. “and what would that be, gilbert?”

“to use us to get what you want,” he shot back, his voice hard.

damon intervened, stepping between the two of you. “hey, hey, let's not start a brawl in the middle of planning, okay?”

tension hung thick in the air as the fight was broken up. you exchanged one last fiery glare with jeremy before the group continued their deliberations. the atmosphere had shifted, and even the slightest glimmers of trust began to fracture.

as the night drew to a close, the group started to disperse. one by one, they filed out of the bar, leaving you and jeremy alone in the lingering silence. the tension remained, a palpable force between you.

finally, as the last echo of footsteps faded away, you turned to him, your expression unreadable. “you're right, you know.”

jeremy's brow furrowed, confusion flickering in his eyes. “about what?”

a heavy sigh escaped your lips. “i can't be trusted.”

he looked taken aback by your admission. “you're admitting it?”

a bitter smile tugged at your lips. “it's not a matter of admitting, it's a matter of facts.”

he crossed his arms, his guard still up. “so, what's your game then?”

the weight of centuries seemed to settle on your shoulders. “my game, jeremy, is survival. power. dominance. and that moonstone you're all chasing? i intend to claim it for myself, break the curse, and harness the energy for my own greater power.”

his eyes narrowed. “you're going to betray us?”

“betrayal implies there was trust to begin with,” you replied, your voice tinged with a hint of bitterness.

jeremy's gaze held yours, a mix of emotions flickering in his eyes. “you've been alive for centuries. what could you possibly need more power for?”

a wistful smile touched your lips. “it's not about what i need, jeremy. it's about what i want.”

with that enigmatic statement, you turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, grappling with the revelation and the tangled web of your intentions.

as you disappeared into the night, the truth you'd laid bare lingered in the air—a truth that carried the weight of desire, ambition, and a world that was anything but black and white.

the moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the town . in the wake of the fractured alliance, jeremy found himself carrying the weight of a heavy secret—one that he believed had the potential to alter the course of their dangerous collaboration.

with a determined resolve, he reached out to his friends, explaining his suspicions about your true intentions. despite initial resistance, the group agreed that he would need to deceive you to ensure the moonstone's safety.

when the moonstone's location was revealed, jeremy found himself facing you, his expression a mixture of resignation and guilt. “i've got some news for you.”

you arched an eyebrow, your voice dripping with skepticism. “let me guess, you're the bearer of bad tidings?”

he nodded, his gaze unsteady. “yeah. the moonstone's somewhere in the damn woods.”

a humorless smile touched your lips. “well, aren't you the group's little messenger boy?”

his eyes held yours, unflinching. “i'm the one who's not afraid of you.”

with a sigh, you stepped away from the crowd, settling on the curb as a sense of weariness settled over you. jeremy followed, his confusion palpable.

“why are you even sitting out here?” he asked, his voice softer than before.

uou leaned back, your gaze fixed on the distant horizon. “sometimes it's easier to think when the walls aren't closing in.”

he took a seat beside you, the silence stretching between you for a moment before you spoke, your voice laced with a vulnerability that surprised even yourself. “you know, there's a lot you don't know about me, jeremy.”

he looked at you, curiosity mingling with the wariness in his eyes. “i'm all ears.”

and so, in the quiet of the night, you shared the stories of the past five centuries—the struggles, the losses, and the insatiable hunger for power that had driven you to this point. jeremy listened, his gaze never leaving your face as the weight of your history settled over both of you.

when you fell silent, he hesitated before speaking, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. “i lost my parents. and after that, i went down a dark path. addiction.”

your gaze softened as you turned to him, your words gentle. “we all have our demons, Jeremy.”

he looked away, his expression a mix of regret and understanding. “yeah, but not everyone has been around for centuries to accumulate them.”

you placed a comforting hand on his arm. “our experiences may differ, but pain is universal.”

a rare moment of empathy passed between you, a connection forged from shared struggles and the understanding that the road to survival was paved with sacrifices.

feeling a newfound sense of safety and companionship, jeremy met your gaze. “the moonstone's not in the woods. it's hidden somewhere safer.”

you raised an eyebrow, your curiosity piqued. “and you're telling me this because?”

“because i think you deserve a chance to prove everyone wrong,” he replied, his voice steady.

a faint smile played at the corners of your lips. “you're a curious contradiction, jeremy gilbert.”

je grinned, a spark of defiance in his eyes. “and you're not as heartless as you want people to believe.”

in that moment, a delicate understanding blossomed between you—a fragile alliance built on mutual vulnerability. as the moon cast its soft glow over the night, the secrets you shared and the bond you'd formed seemed to transcend the chaos and betrayals of the world around you.

the confrontation hung in the air like a storm ready to break. you stood at the center of the room, your expression a careful mask of indifference as your friends stared you down, accusations evident in their eyes.

“we know about your plan,” damon's voice cut through the tense silence. “jeremy spilled the beans.”

your lips curled into a sardonic smile. “ah, the ever-reliable messenger boy.”

elena's voice was sharp. “you've been manipulating us from the start.”

a fire ignited in your eyes. “i've been trying to help, in case you've forgotten.”

caroline's tone was accusatory. “by playing both sides?”

“by ensuring that i don't end up on the losing side,” you shot back, your voice dripping with disdain.

then, with a calculated move, you shifted your gaze to jeremy, whose eyes met yours with a mixture of defiance and regret. “isn't that right, gilbert?”

his voice was steady, despite the tension crackling in the room. “i told them the truth.”

“did you?” you countered, your tone laced with an edge of challenge. “or did you decide to help the team after our little chat on the curb?”

jeremy clenched his jaw. “it doesn't matter. we know your intentions now.”

a bitter laugh escaped your lips. “and you think that changes anything? i've been around for centuries, gilbert. i've seen alliances crumble and betrayals unfold. a few teenagers thinking they've got it all figured out doesn't rattle me.”

his eyes flared with anger. “you're not as untouchable as you think.”

a surge of rage fueled your next words. “try me.”

everybody else chose to back off, exiting the room in fear for their safety. one by one, the group filed out of the room, leaving you and jeremy alone. the space between you was charged, emotions and unspoken words hanging in the air like a fragile thread.

in an instant, the air was charged with electricity as jeremy lunged at you, his fist aimed at your face. you deftly sidestepped, catching his wrist in your grip before he could connect. his frustration mirrored your own, and as he tried to wrest free, you spun him around, slamming him against the wall with a force that left him momentarily breathless.

his eyes bore into yours, a mix of frustration and determination. and then, with a furious glare, he spat out the word that had always held the power to cut deep. “slut.”

you didn't flinch, your voice laced with icy disdain. “junkie.”

the room crackled with tension, a volatile mix of desire and anger simmering beneath the surface. and then, in a twist that seemed almost inevitable, his lips crashed onto yours, igniting a spark that had been smoldering all along.

rhe kiss was fierce and demanding, fueled by a potent mixture of pent-up frustration and a desire that had always been there, masked by animosity. the walls that had separated you seemed to crumble, and for a brief moment, nothing else mattered.

but as quickly as it had begun, the kiss ended, leaving you both breathless and disoriented. the room was heavy with the weight of what had transpired, an unspoken understanding of the tangled emotions that had been unearthed.

and as you stood there, the tension between you felt almost unbearable—a blend of desire and hatred, a maelstrom that defied categorization. the path ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear—the thin line between love and hate had been irrevocably blurred.

“couldn't resist me, could you, little gilbert?” you taunted, a sultry smile playing on your lips. the smudged lipstick on your bottom lip lent you a disheveled allure, a stark contrast to the tension that had gripped the room. keremy's adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his gaze locked onto yours. his heartbeat quickened, a rapid rhythm that you could almost hear, like a trapped animal trying to escape its confines. “thought you said you weren't afraid of me,” you teased, your tone suggestive.

he clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing with a mixture of frustration and desire. “i'm not.” a knowing smile curled your lips. “is that so? because it seems to me that you're standing here like a deer caught in headlights.” his cheeks flushed, a mixture of embarrassment and defiance flickering in his eyes. "you don't intimidate me."

“is that why you let me get under your skin?” you countered, your voice a low purr.

a flicker of frustration crossed his features, his hands clenching at his sides. “this doesn't change anything.”

“doesn't it?” you mused, taking a step closer, the space between you narrowing.

he held his ground, his gaze locked onto yours. “we still don't trust you.”

a humorless chuckle escaped your lips. “trust is overrated, jeremy. but i have a feeling that whatever this is between us isn't just about trust.”

his nostrils flared, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. “you're wrong.”

your lips brushed against his ear as you leaned in, your voice a whisper that sent shivers down his spine. “am i?”

for a moment, the room seemed to hang in suspended animation, the tension between you so thick you could practically taste it. the clash of emotions—attraction, defiance, and something deeper—was a battle neither of you could ignore.

and then, in a surge of movement, jeremy's lips crashed onto yours once again. the kiss was fierce, fueled by a potent mixture of desire and frustration. it was a culmination of everything that had simmered beneath the surface, a declaration of a connection that defied explanation.

as you pulled away, your lips swollen and your gaze locked onto his, the words that hung unspoken between you seemed to resonate in the air—a silent acknowledgment of the uncharted territory you had ventured into.

“i fucking hate you.” he snarled, his lips latching onto the thin surface of the crease of your neck. you let out a soft moan as you found your fingers in his hair, pulling his luscious locks. “i hate you just as much.” you retorted. there was no drawn line between desire and hatred at this point.

“you let all our friends use you like this?” he asked in a demeaning tone as he began to strip you of your clothes. your shirt was pulled over your head, leaving you in your bra and skirt. jeremy's shirt came after, your eyes travelling down his toned biceps. “you let damon and stefan make you feel this good?” he practically growled as he began kissing down your neck, leaving a trail of hungry kisses between your tits as his hands fiercely groped them, nearly tearing your bra off.

you couldn't help but moan at his touch, but you wanted all the control. “of course i don't,” you pressed your knee in between his legs, pushing upwards as you rubbed his dick through the material of his jeans. he couldn't help his heavy breathing “but they'd make me feel even better.”

in a second, your stomach was pressed to the wall. he held onto your wrists tightly with one of his hands, breath fanning your ear. you had successfully got the reaction you wanted out of him. “i wouldn't be so sure,” he taunted as he pulled your skirt down, jeans tightening even further at the sight of your black panties tucked in your ass, the amount of fat calling his name. “once i tear your pussy up, no one's gonna wanna touch you again.”

“are you sure about that?”

“absolutely positive.”

he flipped you back around, knowing he wanted you to get a good look at what was coming. his dick sprang our of his boxers, twitching mid-air. you didn't expect the sheer length of it, not from him. he was huge, you just didn't wanna fuel his ego. “i see why they call you little gilbert now.” he couldn't help but scoff, but your expressions were readable. for the first time, he wasn't the one who was afraid.

on the worn-out sofa, you were spread out for him. your hair was a mess, your makeup was a mess. your bra was in his hand as he pressed it into his nose, inhaling the scent of your desire before tossing it over his shoulder, knowing it'd be a souvenier for him later on. he was placed in between your legs, his dick pressing ever so gently against your dripping heat. he leaned forward, hands on either side of your head as he kissed you passionately.

you kissed back just as hard—hands caressing and gripping at the muscles that adorned his arms and back, clawing at them before pulling at his hair once more. you wanted him all to yourself, and it was reciprocated. he admired you as his tongue slid into your mouth, licking away at every inch. he used his free hand to tap his dick against your clit, rubbing it slowly. you pulled away, giving him a desperate look.

“i think it's your turn to beg, don't you?” you couldn't believe what you were hearing, nearly bursting into laughter at the mere thought.

“you're kidding, right?” you could take it, you were strong. you swatted his hand away, playing his game better than he had expected, taking his dick into your hand as you did exactly what he did. only this time, his patience was wearing thin. you dipped half of the tip inside of your wet heat, earning moans from him, before completely retracting. he watched the way your pussy glistened with arousal as his red, angry tips traced against your bundle of nerves. “we don't have to fuck. by all means, leave the door open. i'm sure stefan and damon would love to—”

you didn't get a warning before he slammed into you, the mentioning of their names tipping the scale for jeremy. you let out a loud moan of his name as your legs went up in the air, heels now digging into his shoulders. you were in a pure state of bliss, his thick cock buried inside your pretty pussy, and he had no intention of going easy on you.

“say that again,” he taunted, fingernails digging into your hips as he prepared himself. you were a mess, exterior breaking down as he held onto your hips. “what was that about stefan and damon?” he pounded into you relentlessly, the tip of his dick smashing into you, hitting your sweet spot faster than you had even imagined. he noticed the way you were unable to speak.

“can't believe i shut you up so fast,” he felt proud, watching the way your eyes filled up with tears as you looked up at him. he almost felt bad. “it's only been a minute and i've already fucked you stupid.” you whined at his mockery, at the way his pace quickened while he watched your pretty face and the way your tits moved with every thrust.

he removed a hand from your hip and brought it up to your face, stroking your cheek in the most brutally taunting way. it didn't last a second too long before he brought it back up—just to deliver a harsh slap to you face. you clenched around his dick, the stinging bringing you nothing but pleasure. he took notice, eyebrows rising in shock as he tsked at you.

“i like you better when you're an obedient little bitch,” he cooed, relishing in the lack of sarcastic and venomous retorts he was getting. his hand made its way back to your cheek, his thumb prodding at the crease in your lips before you reluctantly opened you mouth, letting his thumb slide in as you wrapped your tongue around it, wetting it. “that's a good fucking girl.” as a reward, he brought his hand down to your pussy, freshly wet thumb furiously rubbing your clit, earning a string of moans from you that only encouraged him to pound into you even harder.

when you came, it was at the same time. breathless pants and the smell of sex and sweat filled the room, limp bodies deciding between a round two and a glass of bourbon.

with a knowing smile, you began to straighten yourself, the disheveled remains of your earlier encounter a testament to the tangled desires that had fueled your actions. the lipstick on your bottom lip was smeared once again, your naked body bare against the sofa with the fireplace crackling in the background.

as you reached for one of damon's nearby cigars and leisurely lit it, you could feel jeremy's gaze on you—admiring, contemplative, and perhaps a touch regretful.

“you're something else,” he said, his voice a mixture of awe and resignation.

you exhaled a plume of smoke, turning to face him. “is that a compliment or a complaint, gilbert?”

he shook his head, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “i don't even know anymore.”

with a sultry smile, you leaned against the table, exhaling another puff of smoke. “mysteries make life interesting, don't you think?”

he stepped closer, his gaze tracing the contours of your face as if committing them to memory. “you could have the moonstone. take it and run.”

you raised an eyebrow, your tone teasing. “and here I thought you were brave, willing to stand up to the big, bad vampire.”

a wistful look crossed his features. “i wish i were that brave.”

with a knowing glint in your eyes, you set your cigar down and took a step toward him. “keremy, it's not about the stone anymore.”

his brows furrowed, confusion etching lines on his forehead. “then what is it about?”

you closed the distance between you, your voice softening. “ot's about more than power, more than secrets. it's about us.”

his eyes searched yours, vulnerability flickering in their depths. “and where do we go from here?”

you reached out to touch his cheek, your thumb brushing against his skin. “we go forward. together.”

he looked both amazed and conflicted, his emotions warring within him. “why would you help me?”

a genuine smile played on your lips. “because, jeremy gilbert, i've developed a fondness for you.”

his lips twitched into a half-smile. “fondness, huh?”

you nodded, your eyes locked onto his. “more than i care to admit.”

he took a deep breath, his voice gentle. “i've developed a fondness for you too.”

in that moment, the room seemed to hold its breath—a fragile bridge connecting two souls who had danced on the precipice of animosity and desire.

as you both stood there, the air heavy with the weight of unspoken words, you knew that the path ahead was uncertain, fraught with challenges and unknowns. but in each other's gaze, you found something that transcended the chaos and complexities—a shared understanding of the tangled web you'd woven and the uncharted emotions that had ignited between you.

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