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best friend's brother — jeremy gilbert x reader
a/n: this is a requested fic, but i lost the inbox that was sent to me :( so here's a big shoutout to the sweetheart that requested a smutty BFB!jeremy fic, bless their heart <3
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content warnings and genre: clichés, mutual pining, jealousy, p in v sex, unprotected sex, size kink, soft sex, slight degradation — smut
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synopsis: your best friend's brother is the one for you, punk rock drummer and he's 6'2
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girlhood thrived in its purest form in the quiet, cozy confines of elena gilbert's room. the two of you were ensconced in an atmosphere of comfort, sporting matching pajamas—tank tops and shorts—a testament to the close bond you shared. you'd spent countless nights like this, painting your nails vibrant shades of red and talking about everything and nothing at all, all while the dulcet tones of green day provided the perfect backdrop.
tonight was no exception, and the room was bathed in a soft, warm glow from the fairy lights strung across the walls. elena's laughter filled the air as you swapped stories, occasionally sipping from your martini glasses. ot was a time when worries melted away, and you cherished these moments of simplicity.
just as you were discussing the latest school gossip, the door creaked open, and jeremy gilbert slipped inside. he claimed he was looking for a book, but it was no secret that he often used any excuse to check you out. elena, always the protective older sister, shot him a playful glare. you and jeremy had been seeing each other rather discreetly, but had yet to put a label on whatever it was you were doing. you did your best to hide it from elena, due to the unwanted presence of awkward tension and tense family game nights that were sure to follow.
“jeremy, seriously? can't you see we're having a girls' night?” elena chided, but there was a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. he pretended innocence, his lips curling into a half-smile. “sorry, just passing through. carry on, ladies.”
as he lingered for a moment, elena decided it was the perfect time to drop a little bombshell into your conversation. “oh, by the way, tyler lockwood has been asking about you.” jeremy's scoff was almost immediate, and he couldn't resist adding a snarky comment. “tyler lockwood, really? what's he after now?”
elena raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “jeremy, are you jealous?” she teased. he blushed slightly, but vehemently denied it. “of course not. i just think he's not the right guy for (y/n).”
with a sly grin, elena decided to stir the pot further. “well, (y/n), maybe you should give ty a chance. what do you say?” jeremy excused himself from the room, muttering something about needing to find that book. but before he left, his eyes locked onto you, his jealousy thinly veiled behind a casual facade.
after elena drifted off to sleep during a particularly dramatic scene in twilight, you felt the way your phone buzzed softly. it was a message from jeremy, and the anticipation of sneaking away to his room sent a thrill through you. you tiptoed out of elena's room, careful not to wake her, and made your way to jeremy's. as you entered his room, he greeted you with a sly smile. “so, tyler lockwood, huh? you really considering going out with him?”
you couldn't help but chuckle at his obvious jealousy. “oh, come on, jer. you're not fooling anyone. you're totally jealous.” jeremy feigned innocence once more, but his eyes betrayed him. “me? jealous? please.”
you moved closer, enjoying this playful banter. “i think you're just worried that tyler might steal me away.” he rolled his eyes, a grin tugging at his lips. “as if anyone could.”
you laughed as you playfully poked his chest. “well, maybe you should be more convincing next time.”
jeremy's expression softened, and he pulled you closer. “you know i don't want anyone else. i just can't stand the thought of you with someone like tyler.” you leaned in, brushing your lips against his. “don't worry, jeremy. you're the only one i want.”
your words were convincing—convincing enough for him to finally press his lips against yours, the hours of built-up tension finally exploding. one of his hands dropped to cup your cheek, a subtle way to pull you in closer, your lips melting into one another with a sweet tenderness, while his other freely trailed down your collarbone, tracing the delicate structure of your body, caressing your neck and throat before sweetly dropping down to the valley of your breasts. for a split second, he felt his eyes open. he couldn't control himself, he just had to look at you, admiring the way your tits were peeking from your tank top—the one that was just a bit too tight and a bit too revealing.
a wave of possessiveness crashed over him, even when he shut his eyes once more. he couldn't bear to imagine anybody, let alone tyler lockwood, getting their hands on someone as perfect as you. he couldn't imagine someone admiring you the way he did—not your face, your mannerisms, let alone the way your tits were out for him, or how your ass was arched back, peeking through the incredibly short shorts. it made him furious, and he let you know it.
“you're so fucking perfect,” he murmured as he pulled away from the kiss, the taste of vodka and mint lingering on his tongue as he dropped down to your neck, attacking the sensitive skin with his lips as teeth as he grabbed your hair, pulling you further into his touch. “won't let anyone else have you.” his words made you shiver, practically. your own hands found themselves tangling into the threads of his silky, dark hair as you moaned his name.
he loved every second of it. he knew it the second he saw you, and all he could do was savor you. his lips left brutal marks on your neck, providing you with an excellent problem to deal with before elena woke up. they travelled down to the valley of your breasts, nipping at your tits through the thin material of your top. all the material did was piss him off, arousing growls at the unnecessary barrier of clothing. he practically tore it off, leaving you in nothing but the incredibly slutty shorts. “jer,” you whined, glossy eyes locking with his as he continued to toy with your breasts, fingertips twirling your nipples as he licked at the fat. “elena's gonna kill me.”
he didn't pay much attention to the future consequences of your doing. “it's all good, baby,” he muttered quietly, the rough surface of his tongue drawing circles into your nipple, before sliding down your stomach gracefully. he only stopped to discard his own clothing. “just another reason to get you into my clothes, so what?”
you didn't even have time to laugh, not while he was in front of you, body seeming to have been sculpted by greek gods. you admired his toned muscles, the way his biceps were bigger than your head, and the way his stomach carried muscles that hinted at hard work—blood, sweat, and tears put into transforming his frame. “almost like you're afraid to touch me.” he taunted, but he knew you weren't. not with the ways your hands subconsciously caressed his frame, small hands wrapping around his biceps and tracing his abs. he was so much bigger than you, and he absolutely loved it.
you knew it the minute he started fucking you—he was truly twice your size. with his throbbing, long cock splitting your tiny, tight pussy open, you knew it. he knew the moans that left your mouth, however a turn-on, were also a potential danger, threatening to awaken elena from her peaceful slumber. his hand covered your mouth, your eyes shutting tight at the way he fucked you, nice and hard. you bit down on his hand, similarly to how your pussy clenched his pulsating dick, and he felt as if he were about to lose it.
“so fucking tight,” he attempted to silence his own moans, speaking through pants and gasps as his gaze dropped to your swollen cunt, greedy and desperate as he watched the way it swallowed him whole. it made him want to ruin you in the best way possible. “who's my greedy little girl, huh?” you whined at the pressure, at the way his words sent slick down his shaft, and he damn well noticed it. his free hand dropped to your lower stomach, pressing against it as he fucked himself deeper into your slippery cunt, the juices threatening to slip his dick out of you completely. he watched the way he could practically feel himself in your stomach, your tight little pussy barely taking what he had to give to you. it encouraged him to fuck you as he leaned back, giving you all the more of his cock.
your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the sensation, his balls the only part of him that had yet to slip into you. “too much, jer,” you whined against his palm, but it was too much for him, too. he knew he was close, watching the way your tits bounced with every forceful thrust of his, the way yours thighs shook under his touch, and the way your pussy fluttered, barely allowing him to pull out. he knew he was done for.
in fact, there was no way he was pulling out, but the two of you were too entranced to care about it. his thrusts grew more sloppy and desperate, hips pounding into your pelvis as he chased his own orgasm. his fingers finally left your mouth, your moans under nobody's control but your own as he rubbed at your clit gently, thumbing the wet and sensitive bundle of nerves as he continued to pound into you. you were close, and he knew it.
it was the first time you had came at the same time. you felt the way hot, thick spurts of cum shot into your wet, sweet cunt, and at the same time, your own orgasm washed over you, juices flooding out of you, coating his angry cock as moans left your mouths, the ability to control yourselves long gone. he pressed his forehead onto yours, placing sloppy kisses onto your lips as his cum pooled inside you, unable to slip out of you as his dick softened from inside your pussy. there was truly no way for you to feel empty with jeremy by your side.
“does this mean you won't go out with tyler?” his hands pushed away your loose strands of hair, ones that had been tainted with sweat and saliva. you smiled, small fingers wrapping around his wrists as you placed a sweet kiss to his palm.
“no, actually, my best friend's brother is the one for me.”
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Sinful
Klaus had become, to an extent, addicted to sex.
The amount of time he had spent indulging in his deepest fantasies over the course of a thousand years was unbelievable.
He had learned how to please himself and others.
He was able to tell what people liked or wanted just by their body language. He was able to tell what their darkest desires were.
Some girls were shyer with what they wanted, they would make him work for it and tease him. Klaus learned to enjoy the chase, the game of catching the girl and finally unraveling all those dirty little thoughts and playing with his new toy until she was all tired out and used.
Klaus often could't help himself but ruin women whenever they let him. The knowledge that they were his to break and claim turned him on enough and it was so easy for a man like him to push their limits and get whatever he wanted from them.
Girls would fall to their knees for him. The image of legs spreading was permanently engraved into his mind and the sweet scent of sex always span through his head.
As the centuries past by, woman had gotten a lot friskier. Much more forward and confident which made Klaus's desires much easier achieved. Especially in recent years, it meant he had been partaking in many more types of play.
From being in sex dungeons where he was able to literally use woman as personal fuck dolls to having someone restrain him and use him in return. There was very little Klaus would ever not do. There was also very little Klaus had not done aalready.
It was because of this, all this experience that he knew a girl like Y/n when he saw one.
She had been eyeing him as though he were nothing more than a piece of meat for her to sink her teeth into and as he trailed his eyes over her, he found himself doing the same back.
Y/n was what Klaus would call 'sex on a stick'.
She was gorgeous, flawless actually.
Legs long and toned, ass firm and round, waist tight and slender, breasts ample and tender, neck utterly delicious and biteable attached to a borderline angelic face.
But Klaus knew that she was no angel. No this girl was surely hand carved by the devil himself, utterly sinful.
Her eyes were dark under the dimly lit club lights. Admittedly Klaus had come there hoping to find someone to satisfy his needs but he hadn’t expected to be graced with a seductresses presence.
He looked right at her, soaking up the feeling of her attention. There was something daring about her gaze as though she were taunting him, testing to see if he would come over to her. Klaus didn’t bite the bait very often, he preferred for his women to come to him however he also knew how quickly someone like her could be snatched up.
Especially when he glanced around the club and noticed the other eyes she had on her.
He wouldn’t risk the opportunity to taste a treasure like her.
However when he moved to sit beside her, she pulled herself up and walked away from him. Klaus’s eyes narrowed in both annoyance and intrigue at the challenge as he followed her.
His hands slid up her hips and abdomen as she began to move along with the crowd in the centre of the room, the dance floor. Her body moved so smoothly that he could only imagine how well she could ride a man, how good her thrusts were. As her skin began to shine with heat, he pulled her closer to his body so that her squeezable ass could grind against his hard cock through his jeans.
Her head leant backwards until the back of it rest against her shoulder and he was presented with the site of such a delicious looking neck. Her hot breath tickled his ear in a way that sent shivers along his spine and made his hips press forward again.
His lips began to latch onto her skin, sucking and nipping up her throat slowly. A little giggle vibrated through her body as she kissed his ear teasingly and pulled her neck away from his mouth. A low growl left his chest and his hands gripped her body in need and possession.
She shifted round in his hold to face him. He pulled her right up close, squishing her breasts against him and sliding his hands down to her ass.
Klaus leaned forward so his face hovered just over hers. The music made it difficult for her to hear him but she watched as his lips moved. Eventually he spoke up, “I want you” he told her firmly and she laughed.
“You and everybody else” she answered, a taunting smile on her lips as she moved backwards but he wouldn’t let her get away from him. She was far too good to lose.
Klaus rolled his eyes and tugged her back to him, “Come on sweetheart” he hissed into her ear, his hands squeezing the firm flesh of her ass before kneading it. Y/n took slight amusement in her ability to have men all over her in the matter of seconds. Especially a man like him.
Someone like Klaus would get what he wanted, Y/n wasn’t a fool to that and she saw no bother in dragging it out too long but still, it was fun to watch the desperation set in.
She could feel how hard he was, how badly his body wanted her. Naturally she rubbed herself against him, allowing him that slight satisfaction to make his grip tighten further.
Y/n let out a little moan as the pain of how aggressively he held onto her ass, the mere idea of the things this man would do to her was enough to make her want him too.
Klaus responded to her display of pleasure and smacked her ass harshly to hear her breathy moan beside his ear. He breathed in the rich scent of her blood that pumped just below her silk-like skin.
The music vibrated through both their bodies as Y/n continued to move against him and welcome his eager hands as they groped and grabbed at everything she had to offer. Klaus slid his hand up to her throat and squeezed until he heard a sound of approval making his lips pull into a cruel smirk. He knew she was going to be something special.
Y/n could feel the delightful buzz of alcohol fuel her confidence as she brought her hand to cup his cock through his trousers. She caressed him firmly, enjoying how his hips ground back against her touch and his head tilted back in pleasure. Slight amusement made her lips twitch to a smirk as she squeezed his erection.
It took every ounce of control left in Klaus not to fuck her in front of all those people. Not to push her down onto her knees and fuck that perfect face until her vocal cords stopped working.
Fortunately for him Y/n could read his thoughts very well and slid her hands back up his body. She cupped his neck in her hands and smiled at him, her red lips curling enticingly.
"I hear there's a nice hotel a few streets over" she whispered, eyes shining with desire. Klaus nodded faintly, holding onto her hips as she lead them out of the club.
The cool air soothed his boiling body for a moment and he was able to think a little clearer. He pulled her flush against him making her squeal and stop walking, placing her hand on his chest and giving him a questioning look. Klaus, however, didn't have anything to say. He just desperately wanted to see her face in the moonlight, to feel her right there and then. Her hand felt like pure sin as he leant into it. Everything about her was sinful. And he loved it.
Y/n could see everything flashing through his eyes and slowly continued to guide him towards the block of hotels. Klaus was barely aware that his feet were moving as he felt all along her curves, stroking and squeezing as much as he could. Eventually they got into the building and after almost losing it and nearly taking her against the elevator wall, they got into a room.
Klaus finally let the animal in him out to play when they got inside. Her body was handled roughly as he threw her onto the bed and pinned her down with him on top of her.
Y/n laughed softly and ran her fingers through his hair as his lips and teeth attacked her jaw and neck. She laid back willingly and pet the beast that was so desperate to ravish her.
Her feet shifted to kick her heels off before she lifted one to press against her crotch, offering something for his throbbing cock to grind against. The contrast between his roughness and her softness stirred so much within him. Klaus couldn't help but tear the dress right off her body.
Y/n rolled her eyes to herself, wondering what she'd wear when she left in the morning but pushing the thought away when his big warm hands cupped her tits. His palms rolled over her nipples, before the heat of his mouth tugged at them.
"Fuck" she whispered breathily, her hand pushing his head encouragingly. Klaus had his eyes closed so she wouldn't see the wolf behind him as his tongue flicked over the hardened bud before switching to the other. His find could only imagine how gorgeous she would look with his cum splatted all over her tits. His hands squeezed them painfully as he pulled off her nipple with a loud 'pop'.
"I want to fuck these" He murmured, a growl to his voice that send a wave of warmth between her legs. Her hand lifted his chin, nails denting his skin as she pulled him up to kiss her lips at last.
They both moaned in unison as their tongues danced and played tauntingly at the other. Her fingers worked his clothes off his body, wanting him bare for her to touch and admire.
He pulled away from their passion as her hand tugged at his cock, he hadn't known himself to get quite so hard before. To the point where it pained him, he had to restrain himself from jerking himself off right then just to soothe himself. He knew if she tried to tease him that he wouldn't be able to help but cum. She knew it too.
Her hand stroked him firmly, once, twice, three times before he came with a loud guttural moan. Her humour filled laugh made his gut twist with humiliation but he couldn't overthink it. All he could think about was her.
"I hope you have more left in you" she teased and his skin blushed red as his wolf raged under the surface. He could see that she expected him to get embarrassed and defensive so he tried especially hard not to. Instead he simply rolled his eyes and pulled her against him again. His lips moulded back against hers and his hands caressed down to her hips.
"Don't mock me yet sweetheart, you won't last much longer than I" he muttered, brushing his fingertips over the soaked lips of her pussy. Her moans were like heaven and hell twisted together and he lusted for more of them.
The pad of his thumb caressed her clit slowly to begin with, teasing and spreading her wetness before a finger sunk into her. Y/n's eyes went back into her head and her teeth bit into her lip as she rolled her hips to feet his touch. The tightness of her cunt made his cock twitch again while his fingers worked her up.
"You like this sweetheart?" He murmured as his knuckles bent inside her and he stretched her with a second finger. Y/n nodded with a moan, bucking her hips to feel the delightful friction against her clit. "Your pussy feels so soft" He mumbled, more to himself than her but she still her heard him.
A breathless laugh left her as he pumped three fingers inside her, his eyes locked onto the way her cunt wept for him and the way her clit pulses with need. His thoughts blurred together as his hand sped him, effectively fucking her until her nails clawed at the sheets as her walls spasmed around his fingers. His breathing was as heavy as hers as he lifted his fingers to his lips and licked her fresh orgasm off of his skin.
Y/n was looking up at the ceiling, panting as she calmed down only for his hot tongue to press against her cunt. She cried out in pleasure, legs spreading for him to fully indulge himself between them.
He lapped at her like a man starved, his tongue curling passionately until the familiar taste of her cum filled his mouth again.
Y/n pushed him onto his back, kissing his lips deeply and forcing a groan out of him. Her hands caressed up his body to his chest. He grunted and his back arched when she sat on his cock, her pussy swallowing it whole.
"Fuck- angel!" he moaned and Y/n let out a soft laugh as she slowly rocked her hips, getting familiar with the feel of his dick inside her.
"Don't call me that" she whispered and he grunted, bucking his hips up in time with hers so that smack of their skin could be heard.
"Why not, angel?" he muttered, a little amused until his eyes locked onto hers.
Y/n's eyes were entirely black when he looked into them, in response his went gold against his will and a choked groan left him as she bounced faster on top his cock.
"Because I'm not an angel" she told him, her voice much lower and almost smoky as her words sunk in.
Klaus had no time to react before her teeth were in his throat.
An ironic turn of events for the hybrid as the demon fed on his soul.
Klaus's mind was a haze for the following hours though he was vaguely aware of what he was doing and the pleasure she was giving him.
The feel of her wicked tongue wrapped around the head of his cock was burned into his memory. Her pussy took him time after time again until they were both trembling with overstimulation.
Eventually they both passed out.
He woke a while later, when the sun was high in the sky.
He was laid beneath the covers with Y/n tucked to his chest. Visions of her true form flashed through his head and a slight feeling of fear mixed with the prominent intrigue he felt.
His body was heavy, too heavy for him to get up and he truly had to wonder what she had done to him and what she planned to do.
When she woke, she behaved as though it were a normal one-night stand. She smirked at him as he watched her get changed from the bed. Before she left she came to his side and stroked the side of his face, her touch so hot that it sizzled his skin,
"Don't worry Niklaus, your strength will restore" she whispered and his brows pulled together when she uttered his name though his heart sped up at her following sentence; "When I feel that you're ready, I'll find you again." She warned him as she kissed his lips and left.
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I've waited a thousand hours to tell you exactly how I feel, but you don't deserve an explanation
Warnings - cheating, angst, break up (0.8k)
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Damon had once enjoyed tormenting human beings, all because he could. There was a violent anger within his cursed soul, he wanted others to suffer just as he had. It hadn't been his choice to be turned into a vampire, however that was now the reality of his life, and so he had chose to embrace the tragedy that had arose his body from initial death instead of holding resent towards it.
But once again he was emoting regret; he had hurt her. Y/N was everything that he had searched for in his 173 years of existence, she made him feel as though he was alive again. Damon was vastly aware that he wasn't the better brother, it was in his blood to be gullible when it came to making mistakes. And that was what he had done once again.
There was nobody that Y/N knew who was as self destructive as Damon, he was unable to accept a good thing without ruining it first. So here Y/N was, in ruins as she sat at the bar, nursing a strong drink as though it would numb the wound that Damon had made in her. She had spent decades loyal by his side, but she was foolish to have ever thought that he would be content with somebody that wasn't a Katherine knock off.
Sometimes the woman liked to convince herself that Katherine had sired him just to make herself feel better. But despite her dark hopes, it wasn't true and she was only temporarily blinding herself to the surrounding reality.
Damon's heart ached as he viewed his girl from afar, he wanted to run to her and hold her broken demeanour in his arms. He wanted forgiveness, what he and Elena had was nothing than a drunken night spent alone together. It would never happen again, he couldn't bear to see his Y/N in such a state. There was a glass of bourbon in his hand, but after his intoxicated rendezvous, he refused to drink.
He had fucked up, and there was no redeeming himself. His actions and wandering hands had been unjustified, in fact criminal as it had costed him the companionship that he craved. Y/N stood, leaving bills on the bar as she turned to leave, however her tracks of retreat were faulted to a stop as she saw him in her peripheral.
Y/N wished she could hurt Damon in the same way he had her, but it would be impossible. He had been unable to control his libido in the shared presence of another woman, and it evidently meant that he had never cared about her. She was just there on his arm for appearances, to show that he had moved on from his messy past. Others had been convinced of that up until now, and so had she, though they had all come to realise that it had all been a cruel hoax.
"Baby." He pleaded with the pet name that often times would make her melt, but she remained hard and stoic despite his conniving words. Y/N wondered if he had called Elena that in their time together, but it was best decided if she didn't know.
"I miss you." Damon proclaimed as though it would make things any better. All it did was blur Y/N's eyes with infinite tears and her break all over again. Her lips trembled as she stood in front of her unreliable lover, she could only see him as a stranger rather than the man that she had shared a bed with for a lifetime. Life only lasted so long, and it was understandable if their vampiric relationship did also, it was a shame it had to end the way it had though.
"I've waited a thousand hours to tell you exactly how I feel, but you don't deserve an explanation. We're over Damon, for good, I refuse to hold you back any longer. Be with Katherine, or Elena, or whoever the hell you want, as long as it's not me." Her shoulder collided with Damon's as she shoved past him, refusing to hear his apologies or regrets. He had lost her for once and for all, and there was undeniably nothing that he could do to make up for his careless reckoning.
Damon only wanted Y/N, but she no longer desired him. He had internally harmed her, and it was damage that would live within her for eternity. She had wasted far too long on the man that she had called hers, and through it she had somehow survived the anguish that she'd endured because of him. If he wanted forgiveness he would have to do more than grovel in self hatred, he would have to be responsible for saving her from the turmoil heart ache that had made her feel more human than the era in which she had been one.
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TVD MASTERLIST
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chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
chapter four
chapter five
chapter six
chapter seven
chapter eight
chapter nine
chapter ten
chapter eleven
chapter twelve
chapter thirteen
chapter fourteen (final)
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forbidden attraction
dbf!stefan salvatore x reader
summary: you have been in love with your dad’s best friend for many years now.
warnings: age gap, forbidden relationship, small angst, mentions of blood, pet names, strong language
part count: 1/2
“animal blood? seriously?” asked damon, mocking you. you rolled your eyes at him, leaning against the kitchen counter. damon looked over at your dad, who only shrugged.
damon and stefan salvatore were your dad’s best friends. you have known them for so long. you were turned recently, after almost dying at the hands of a drunk driver. the accident changed your life. you had vampire blood in your system, therefore, you were turned in just a couple of hours after the accident. adjusting to the vampire life was extremely difficult on you. you had just celebrated your 20th birthday. what a lovely gift life gave you.
even then, you rather enjoyed it. you loved the confidence and power it gave you. you were now able to do things you would’ve never even think of doing before. gosh, you could enjoy life. you could walk around at night, without any fear. you could take risks, and you loved that. however, having to hurt people in order to survive was eating you alive. you would never hurt a fly, so the fact that you had to feed on humans was the hardest part of the transition.
“what? it worked for stefan for a while!” you argued back, trying your hardest to convince both your father and the brothers. stefan smirked softly, proud of the impact he seemed to have in your wise decision.
“i mean, that is true��� she just doesn’t want to hurt anyone.” said your father, earning a smile from you.
“you don’t have to hurt people, sunshine. that’s what blood bags are for.” damon replied, as if it was the most obvious fact in the world. you sighed.
“i’ll teach you. how to hunt.” stefan spoke, catching your attention. you smiled up at him.
“you’ll die of hunger, but alas!” damon shrugged, taking yet another sip from his bourbon, and walking off towards the living room along with your father. you sighed.
“it’s a good decision, y/n.” stefan said softly, his hands reaching over to lay on your tensed shoulders. you felt your entire body being lit up on fire. you gulp lightly, feeling as if all of the cells in your body woke up by just his simple touch.
“was it hard for you?— only drinking animal blood?” you asked, truthfully scared of his reply. he nodded slightly, his fingers stroking your soft skin.
“it’s not easy either. but it gave me some peace of mind for a while.” he replied, you smiled at his words. that’s exactly what you needed.
“but, sweetheart, damon’s not necessarily wrong. you can always just feed from blood bags. that way you’re not hurting anyone.” stefan said, and you nodded in reply. damon was right. yet the thought of drinking the blood of an innocent person seemed wrong to you. you knew you’d need to one day, but just not right now.
“why don’t we start tomorrow, mhm?” stefan said, his voice as delicate as ever, as to not upset you any further. “i hope chipmunk blood is to your liking.” he said, earning a genuine laugh from you. he smiled at you.
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“just relax, alright, love?” stefan said, once he noticed your tensed muscles. you were nervous. this has to go well, it just has to. you sighed in frustration. stefan noticed, and walked behind you.
his hands wrapped around your hips, holding you in place. as soon as you felt his grip, your breathing started to pick up. it was embarrassing, the effect he had on you. but how could he not? he has been your forbidden crush ever since you were young. he had been the only man you have ever loved, or even liked. it was like he ruined every one else for you. you always looked forward to seeing him at the grill, whenever your dad would take you with him. yet, stefan always seemed to look at you as your dad’s daughter, not a woman. and that constantly tugged at your heart.
“think of it as the start of a race. you need to push out with every ounce of strength that you have, okay?” stefan said, using his hands to set you into place. you nodded, not being able to think properly with his hands on your body like this.
“animals are mostly terrified of humans, so you need to be quick if you want to catch them.” stefan continued. “so, as soon as you see a rabbit, you chase it, catch it and feed on it.”
“i don’t think i can do it— i just—” you confessed, freaking out over the fact of killing a small, defenseless animal. stefan turned you around, placing his big hands on your face, in order to comfort you.
“i know. it’s scary. and god, it feels awful to kill such a small animal, but y/n, you’re doing the right thing here.” stefan said, his voice low and raspy, and you could have sworn you melted. you bit your lip, mostly to hold yourself back from kissing your dad’s best friend.
“let’s hunt, okay?” stefan said, his thumbs caressing your face. you nodded, suddenly feeling a sense of confidence wash over you.
you can do this!
“i can’t do this!” you cried, as you felt the small animal’s blood spilling from your lips. your watery eyes blurred your vision and you were glad it did. so that way you couldn’t properly see the animal you have just killed and fed on. stefan ran to your side, wiping your bloody mouth. small coos left his mouth, trying his hardest to make you feel better.
“it’s alright, sweetheart. you did so well.” stefan praised, as he continued to clean you up. he also wiped the tears that fell from your eyes. “that’s enough for today— you did so good.” stefan said once again, his hand caressing your cheek lovingly. the small praises were heart-melting. you nodded, soon calming down.
you both started walking back towards your house. it was awfully quiet. simply because you felt so unaccomplished. if you can’t feed on animals either, then what were you going to do? thoughts like this kept running through your mind, before stefan interrupted them.
“what’s in your pretty little head?” stefan asked, walking along your side. you blushed at his words.
“i feel so pathetic.” you confessed, your head dropping in defeat. stefan sighed, putting a halt to your walk.
“i also felt like this in the beginning.” stefan said, his hands resting on your shoulders. you looked up at him, hearing him speak. “and let me tell you, you’re doing better than i did. you are so brave for even taking this decision. you’re so strong.” he said, making a smile appear on your face.
“we’ll get through this together, okay? how does that sound?” he asked, and you giggled in reply.
“i would love that.” you replied, and stefan nodded, grinning at you. you smiled, your eyes running to his lips. god, you were going crazy. this man is so breathtaking. you didn’t know you were biting your lip until you drew blood.
“don’t worry too much, love. you’re such a good girl.” stefan said, and your eyes widened. he didn’t mean it that way. y/n, relax, please, he didn’t mean it that way.
did he?
you sighed shakily, as you felt his hand in your cheek, trying to console you. but god, you couldn’t stand the way it made you feel. his simple touch was enough to make killer butterflies appear in your stomach. these heightened emotions weren’t in your favor either. you were in love. so in love.
“such a good girl.”
that was enough. it was enough for you to crash your lips into his. you were absolutely terrified. you were kissing your dad’s best friend, your forbidden long term crush. you were kissing stefan. all of that fear soon disappeared as you felt him kiss you back. stefan’s hands now rested on your lower waist, holding your body closer to his.
soon, stefan was kissing you against a tree. his body fully pressed to yours. you could feel his erection on your stomach, and it made the arousal between your legs grow even further. your tongues kept fighting for dominance, while you pulled on stefan’s hair, earning a low groan from him. you moaned at the sound of his voice, at the way he could sound, at the way you made him sound. his grip on your waist tighten, before pulling away from your passionate kiss. you frowned at the loss of his lips on yours. both your chests kept rising up and down, feeling so sexually aroused, so needy for one another.
“no— stop, stop— we can’t.” stefan said, his eyes still closed shut, the grip on your waist tight, trying to hold himself back from having you. you furrowed your eyebrows at him.
“what? stefan, yes, we can.” you pleaded with him, your hands bringing his face closer to yours once again. your lips just lingered over his. he almost let himself go again, yet he decided to speak up again.
“no, y/n. you’re— you’re my best friend’s daughter. i’m so much older than you. we can’t.” stefan said softly, now opening his eyes to stare into yours. he almost cursed under his breath at the sight of you, all hot and bothered for him. it was taking everything in him to not take you right then and there.
“older than me? stefan, age doesn’t matter. you were seventeen when you were turned! if anything, i’m older than you!” you said, your hands still tangled in his hair.
“no, it’s just not right. i— i watched you grow.” stefan argued back.
“stefan—”
“no, y/n. this is wrong. this didn’t mean anything, got it?”
“do you really not see me as a woman?” you asked, now removing your hands off him. your feelings were hurt.
“you’re a kid! i feel— sick doing this.” he replied, and your heart broke into a million pieces.
sick? he felt sick kissing you?
your eyes pricked with tears at his words. your heart ached. he would never see you as a woman. for him, you were still that 16 year old girl he met once your father introduced you. you were just his best friend’s daughter. you were just a kid that was in love with him. you would never be a woman to him.
you couldn’t stop yourself from slapping him. stefan’s jaw tighten, his hand reaching over to lightly feel his cheek. you shook your head, not being able to look at him any longer.
“asshole.” was the last thing you said before walking away from him, leaving him all alone in the woods. you couldn’t care less if you didn’t know your way home, you’d find it. you just wanted to be away from him.
after all, you made him feel sick, right?
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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
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Come Back to Me
Stefan Salvatore x GN Reader
ANGST (happy ending)
TW: Violence, sadness, self-harm (kind of)
Y/N is a witch and married to Stefan. Stefan goes on a Ripper binge, and Y/N needs to get him to turn his humanity back on.
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I couldn’t see anything at first. I could just hear the pitter-pattering of the rain. The door shut behind me, locking me in the darkness. I held up my hunting knife, slowly moving towards the light switch.
“Boo,” Stefan said softly, appearing in front of me as I turned on the lights. I screamed and waved my dagger at him. He winced and stumbled back, holding his arm, now soaked with blood.
“Stop!” I told him. “It’s me, it’s Y/N.”
“I thought I told you to let me go.”
“Stefan, please. Come back. Turn your emotions back on. We all need you. I need you.”
“And I’m supposed to care?” Stefan said coldly. Damon and I had traced Stefan to a cabin a few hours outside of Mystic Falls the day before. He was off the rails, worse than I’d ever seen him. He disappeared a few nights earlier, leaving a trail of bodies across Virginia.
“Look at yourself. There are 47 bodies, that we know of. You killed 47 people. 94 people lost a child. 47 families will never be the same again. You did that.”
“Let’s make that 48.” Stefan sped towards me in a blur.
Out of instinct, I held out my hands. “Ossox!” I shouted, feeling the magic flow through my body. The all-too-familiar sound of a neck snapping was heard as Stefan collapsed.
I gasped, not fully comprehending what I had done until Stefan’s body hit the floor.
“Y/N!” Damon shouted, speeding into the room.
“I’m okay,” I said softly, still staring at Stefan.
“Is he…?”
“It didn’t work. He attacked me, and I had to snap his neck.”
I sunk to the floor, cradling Stefan’s head in my lap.
“You need to go,” Damon said, putting his hand on my shoulder.
“I want to stay.”
“Stefan’s gonna wake up soon, and he’ll be pissed. You couldn’t bring him back, so we’re gonna have to do this the old-fashioned way. I don’t think you’re gonna want to see that.”
“Alright.” I kissed his forehead and whispered, “I love you,” into his ear. I got up and walked to the other room.
I fiddled with my wedding ring as I watched it pour outside the cabin. I could hear my heart beating as I fought back tears. I needed comfort, I needed help. I spotted a large puddle and got an idea.
I went outside and placed my wedding ring in the puddle. I dipped my fingertips in and whispered, “Ostende mihi historiam tuam.”
The freezing rain dissipated as I was transported back to two years before. Stefan stood in front of me. His eyes were shiny with tears, and he had a genuine smile. We stood on the altar in front of everyone important to us, prepared to take the next step.
“Your vows?” the minister asked Stefan.
“Y/N, from the minute I met you, I knew that you’d always be there for me. Even at my worst, you have never given up, and that is the person I want by my side, the person that can always, even in my darkest times, pull me back to the light. I love you more than any ripper binge. I promise to always come back to you. You are my humanity.”
The memory dissipated, returning me to the rainy night. I could feel the rain seeping into my clothes. I shivered as I got into my car before breaking down. I wasn’t enough to bring Stefan back. Our love wasn’t stronger than his urges. All of the crap that he said that day was a lie. I wasn’t enough for him. I wasn’t important enough to get Stefan to fight back.
The door to the cabin burst open, and a blurry figure sped out. I leaped out of the car and thrust my hand toward them. Stefan stopped immediately clutching his head in pain.
“Ignem,” I yelled, waving my hand. A circle of fire wrapped around us, roaring despite the rain.
“Let me out, Y/N. You know I can beat you.”
“I don’t need to fight you. I need you to come back.” I unsheathed the small hunting knife on my hip.
“Is that supposed to scare me?”
“No. This is,” I said, putting the blade to my neck. “Turn it on.” I pushed the tip closer to my neck. “You are my life, Stefan. If I don’t have you, I don’t have anyone. Turn it back on.” Stefan’s face stayed blank. I slowly pressed the knife into my neck. Tears welled up in my eyes. “I love you, Stefan.” I saw his lower lip tremble slightly, and his eyes got shiny, but his face was still stony. I squeezed my eyes shut as the knife pierced my neck. But before I could dig it deeper, I was tackled.
Stefan lay above me, tears streaming down his face. I buried my face into his shoulder, hugging him tightly.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry,” Stefan whispered.
“I love you so much,” I sobbed. “Don’t leave me again, okay?”
“I won’t. I promise.”
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When Stef Met 'Lena
<previous> | PART 4
One week later
Elena felt empty inside, the whole in her heart ached deeply. She regretted her decision, she kept thinking of all the what ifs. What if she did that, what if she did this. She couldn't stop thinking about it all. She couldn't stop thinking about how she regretted it with every bone in her body. His voice echoed in her head “Okay, okay. I can completely understand how you feel and why you feel that way. So, I guess, have a nice day ahead Ms. Gilbert.” Elena shook her head trying to push away the memory. She rubbed her temples, she was trying to get away from the haze she was in but to say the least that was not easy. She took a deep breath and positioned her computer chair around to get to work. She started by looking through the files for the meeting with Mrs.Branson next week. She studied each one carefully until she found the exact one she needed. But the file didn't want to come out. She stood up from her chair reaching for the bottom of the files but just as she reached all the files came flying out and landed on top of her. Causing her to lose her balance. She landed on her back with a thud.
She groaned as she tried to sit up, that was until she heard a familiar calming and warm voice. Stef. “Need some help?” Elena looked up to him, reaching his hand out. Elena layed there frozen from shock. “Well?” He raised his eyebrow. “Oh uh yeah…Thank You.” She took his hand as he pulled her up.
"Is there anything else you need Ms.Gilbert?"
"Yes, actually I was wondering if we could talk?" Elena asked her eyes pleaded with him desperately.
"Sure, right this way Ms.Gilbert." Stefan wasn't what to make of this. He didn't know what to believe. But at the same time he couldn't help but feel hope break through his heart as he heard 'Lena utters those words. But he also wanted to protect his heart which is why he was exceedingly formal. Stefan moved to the side, pointing her towards the elevator.
They both moved in the elevator. They both simultaneously reach for the button but just as they both reach out they touch each others hands. They both look up at one another and stare deeply in each other's eyes. And then they both look down in embarrassment, both of they're cheeks turn rose red. But then their eyes meet again, Elena's eyes showed sorrow, remorse, and most of all regret "I'm sorry." She whispered. Stefan eyes showed happiness, forgiveness, but most of all love. "Why are you sorry?" "Because I rejected the only person I've ever loved because I was scared." A smile curved on his face as he stepped closer to her. Elena continued her rant "And I can't believe how incredibly stupid-" Stefan placed his pointer finger on her soft lips trying to vanquish her worries. He muttered this softly, "Shhh, it's okay 'Lena." He cupped her face, trying to comfort her. "I forgive you it's okay." Her eyes lit up as Stefan confessed this. They both giggled at one another, "So does this mean I can kiss you now? You don't care right?"
"Oh you most definitely can. Who cares about what others will say!"
Elena wrapped her arm around Stefan and he cupped her face. "Good." Stefan smiled as he leaned in slowly and ever so carefully. When they're lips brushed it felt soft and warm. It felt perfect, wonderful, everything you could wish for. But it wasn't just what you wished for it also felt perfectly right. Like after all this time the right pieces finally found its missing piece.
The end.
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Forbidden Romance w/ 1864!Stefan Salvatore Headcanon
WARNINGS: angst, abusive parent, errors I missed.
As soon as Stefan and you locked eyes for the very first time it was love at first sight.
Feelings developed. Feelings neither of you have ever felt for anyone before.
His father and your father despised each other. But that didn’t stop the two of you.
The both of you were seventeen, sneaking behind everyone’s backs.
Stealing glances at each other whenever Stefan and you could.
Writing love notes to each other.
Midnight walks when everyone was asleep.
Comforting each other.
Subtle things to show one another both of you care and love each other.
Talking about starting a family together.
Sneaking off into the woods to make out and go a little further than kissing.
Or having talks about the future. Talking about having a baby together.
Unfortunately, one of those sneaking-off seasons was the undoing of Stefan and your relationship.
Your father saw you sneaking out, seeing you meet up with Stefan, taking a hold of his hand. He clenched his jaw and fists in anger as he saw Stefan lean down placing his index finger under your chin, as he pressed a soft kiss on your lips, Stefan pulled away and then guided you run into the woods.
He wouldn’t be surprised if you were pregnant, which made him even angrier.
Your father quickly rushed out of the house, making a mad dash to the Salvatore boarding house. Knocking loudly on the front door. Giuseppe opened the door.
“Your bastard son is tainting my daughter,” Your father snarled out. Which made Giuseppe angry. He scoffed.
“Your daughter is no saint, she is the one that’s tainting him,” He shouted.
“You better find them before I do, otherwise you won't like what I will do to your son,” Your father threatened, before storming off.
Giuseppe followed your father into the woods, both trading insults at each other….
Stefan and you were too caught up in the moment to realize his father and your father were looking for Stefan and you.
His thrusts were slow and sensual as he thrust in and out of you. Kissing you passionately. One of his hands was cupping the side of your face, while his other hand was grabbing your waist. Legs wrapped around his waist.
The sound of your father’s voice as well as Giuseppe’s loud voice ruined the moment. You let out a frightened scream, Stefan cursed under his breath. Stefan covered him and you with a blanket.
Your father scoffed. While you cried. Giuseppe calling you a whore, Stefan was quick to your defense.
“Don’t talk about her like that, I love her,” Stefan exclaimed. They both scoffed.
“Son…” Giuseppe started but your father interrupt him.
“Get dressed we are leaving,” He commanded. Making your heart drop.
“But I love him,” You sobbed. Stefan wrapped an arm around you. Pulling you closer to him as you wept.
“Love him? you are betrothed to another, he isn’t going to want you now since you are tainted,” Your father spat out.
“Get your clothes on,” He hissed out.
You looked at Stefan hesitantly, you didn’t want to leave, but you didn’t want your father to put Stefan in a grave.
Stefan and you shared a look of understanding. Having a silent conversation.
“I love you,” You spoke. Your father rolled his eyes as he saw Stefan and you kiss.
Both of them turned around as Stefan and you got dressed.
While your father and Giuseppe insulted one another. Giuseppe decided to throw insults about you to your father, calling you all the mean names under the sun, how if you were pregnant it wasn’t Stefan’s, he kept calling you the devil, but your father defended you saying Stefan was the devil.
Your heart was breaking into millions of pieces and so was Stefan’s.
Stefan quickly went over to you quietly whispering in your ear.
“Meet me at the quarry when your father falls asleep,” Stefan whispered in a low tone only you can hear.
You nodded your head about to speak but Stefan silenced you by putting his index finger to your lip. he pulled it away and replaced his finger with his lips. Cupping the side of your face. Your hands grabbed onto his wrists for dear life, kissing you passionately. Eyes fluttering closed.
You knew it was your last kiss with him. The last time you saw him. You weren’t going to meet him at the quarry, because your father would either send you to the guy you are betrothed to or kill you. since you were in fact pregnant.
Your father heard the sound of kissing, making him turn around. He let out a low growl. Storming over to you. He grabbed your bicep hard. Your eyes open wide. Your father quickly yanked you away from Stefan. Breaking the kiss in the process. You quickly grabbed his hand, gripping it tightly,
Both of you had a look of panic in each other’s eyes.
“No,” Both of you shouted.
Stefan pulled you towards him, while your father tried to pull you away. Your father was cursing at Stefan.
Giuseppe quickly intervened, pulling Stefan out of your grasp. Your father pulled you out of the cabin. Both Stefan and you looked so lost and scared. Crying loudly.
“[Your name], “ Stefan shouted.
“I love you,” You screamed out.
“I love you too,” Stefan shouted.
Your father clamped his hand over your mouth, muffling your sobs.
“Shut up,” He growled in your ear. Roughly guiding you back home. You heard Stefan struggle to get out of his father’s hold.
When your father and you finally reached home, he took his hand off of your mouth to open the door.
Your pleads fell on death's ears. He quickly took you to the basement.
“No, please father,” You sobbed. Giving him a pleading look.
“You disappointment me, no man is ever going to want you,” He snarled out.
“But I only want Stefan,” You sobbed. Which seemed to tick your father off more.
He pulled you down the stairs. Once he reached the last step he threw you down on the ground. Making you gasp in pain as you landed on your ribs.
You looked up at him through tear-filled eyes. Lip quivering.
“You’re lucky, I haven’t killed you, now stay in the basement and think about what you have done, how much shame you have brought to our family,” He snarled out, turning around and walking up the stairs till he reached the top, your pleas of letting him go went in one ear and out the other.
You quickly rushed up the stairs, but once you reached the door it was slammed in your face. the sound of it locking.
Your back pressed against the wall, as you slid down it, bringing your knees up to your chest, leaning your forehead onto your knees, you started to sob. Your heart was yearning for Stefan……..
You never did show up to the quarry and that broke Stefan’s heart.
He did go visit your house, asking your father nervously where you were, though your father told him you went to your fiancé and how he had a lot of nerve coming over. It broke Stefan’s heart.
It was a lie though you were in the basement. Sobbing and crying. Begging your father to let you out. But he didn’t, although he gave you food and water, though he seemed to skip a few weeks.
Everyone in town assumed you went away to get married. Stefan moved on to Katherine, though his heart still yearned for you.
No one knew the truth; you were kept captive in the basement.
Your father told you multiple times that Stefan moved on to another, which caused you to miscarry, it was the amount of pressure, stress, and torment as well as lack of food and water that caused you to miscarry.
Expect Pearl. She believed there were holes in your father's story. She heard two hearts in that house, plus she smelt blood.
So, in the midst of hunting and rounding up vampires she had to look before she fled town, she wanted to uncover the truth. Sneaking into your house.
Your father was in one of his moods. Annoyed you were still crying for a boy who was in love with another. He grabbed his gun trying to scare you.
“He doesn’t love you anymore, he is with another woman called Katherine,<” He snarled out. coming down the stairs of the basement.
“That’s lies,” You sobbed. Voice wavering.
He towered over to you. Making you shake in fear.
Pearl let out a gasp of shock as she saw you in the basement in a horrible state. Your father’s attention shifted from you to Pearl, as she stood near the stairs.
“How could you do this,” She gasped out. Her gaze shifted to you. Giving you a sympathetic look.
“Your one of them aren’t you? Trying to seek refuge from being hunted?” He snarled out. Stepping in front of you. Blocking Pearl’s view of you and your view of her.
She took a step forward; your father quickly pointed the gun at Pearl’s heart. Pulling the trigger. But she moved, he kept firing following where she moved, unfortunately in that process, you got up.
You felt a stinging sensation near your heart. You looked down seeing a crimson stain on your dress. Pearl controlled her vampire instincts.
“No,” Your father yelled, as he realized what he did. But Pearl bet him to you, catching you before you fell.
She quickly bites her wrist, bringing it to your mouth. Telling you to drink, which you did weakly with wide eyes.
“Stay away from her,” Your father growled, pushing her off of you, making you hit the ground. Your head hits the ground hard, making you crack your head badly. That seemed to be the cause of your death. Your last words were whispering Stefan’s name.
Your father came to your side. Tears in his eyes.
Pearl felt devastated.
“You did this,” Your father yelled, looking at Pearl with rage-filled eyes.
“No, you did this, what kind of father, locks their child in a basement,” She hissed out.
“She was sneaking around with Stefan Salvatore while she was betrothed to another,” He snapped. Like it would justify what he had done.
The two of them were engaged in a battle of words.
You let out a gasp, which caused them to turn around.
Every nerve in your body felt different. Your hearing was sharper. You could hear a heart beating.
But you felt hunger.
Your father rushed to you pulling you into a hug. You could hear his blood pumping in his veins, and it only made you even hungrier. You felt drawn to it. You didn’t even realize what you were doing until you bit him. Sucking his blood. It felt so good. He quickly pushed you off, but it was enough blood to change you.
The sclera of your eyes turned blood-red. Dark veins appeared underneath your eyes. As blood pumps forcefully through them, canines extend. Poking your bottom lip. Your father gasped but you quickly pounced on him. Grabbing a hold of his shoulders. Sinking your teeth into his neck and sucked his blood. Sucking his blood till his head fell off.
Pearl pulled you off of him, making you snarl at her, you then gave her an apologetic smile.
“Hi I’m Pearl, we have to leave,” Pearl told you.
“What am I?” You gasped out, not moving, she sighed.
“A vampire,” She answered, you gasped in shock.
You tried to speak but Pearl stopped you.
“We have to go, I will help you,” Pearl Spoke. Taking your hand and speeding out of your house, shocking you in the process.
You could hear everything so clearly. Everyone’s heartbeats, their blood pumping through their veins, it distracted you, screaming, your hand let go of Pearls. You got lost in the crowd. You tried to look for her but stopped when you saw Stefan, standing there in shock.
“Stefan,” You gasped out but stopped as you saw him and his brother Damon look at a cage on a carriage. Damon opened it. Damon said the name, Katherine, making your heart ache with pain.
Both of them helped her out. Getting her out and out of the ties and binds. Seeing how Stefan interacted with her. It broke your heart. Hearing footsteps.
You saw Damon get shot, Stefan rushed over to Damon. Comforting him, Stefan got up, grabbing a gun, but before he could aim it he got hot. Your hand cupped your mouth to muffle the gasp, as Stefan fell to the ground. What hurt, even more, was that he was looking at her as he lay on the ground dying.
Your gaze went to the person who shot them seeing Giuseppe. You looked back at Stefan. Then decided to flee before you got spotted.
After that day you promised yourself you would never fall in love again, you would never feel anything related to love. You would feel nothing, you didn’t know it but at that time you were turning off your humanity….
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The Hunter - Damon Salvatore
My Masterlist
hurt/comfort, soulmate au, vampire bond soulmate au (if you know you know), x gender neutral reader, no usage of y/n, x vamp hunter reader
Word count: 2.6k
Warnings: Probably canon typical violence, blood, injury, etc. Not proofread, and also my first work coming back from about a month of a break, so it’s not my best. I also don’t know much about TVD vampires, so I’ve just pieced together what said birthday person has ranted to me about it (and what I could scrounge up from wherever) lol
Summary: Reader is a vampire hunter, and they’ve made a stop at Mystic Falls. They’re not there for Damon, rather for a careless rogue vampire; but when Damon gets wind of their presence in town, he wants the infamous vampire hunter gone. So much, that he may just take the chance to finish them off himself.
I ran.
I didn't know where I was, or where I was going, I couldn't see 3 feet in front of me through the darkness; I just ran. My feet thudded dully on the forest floor, silenced only to my own ears by the layers upon layers of scattered leaf litter and moss. A figure flashed by my right, much quicker than I, and I couldn't help myself from flinching as it came to stand in front of me.
The feral vampire said nothing, an evil grin plastered on his face. This was nothing but a game to him. My life was a sick, twisted game to him. I raised my stake in warning as he took a step closer.
"Stay the fuck back." I ground out, my opposite arm wrapped defensively around my ribcage. It had been bruised, if not broken, I was sure.
In a flash, he was right in front of me, my arm burning from his long, sharp nails. I drove my stake forward, aiming for his heart. I stumbled forward, met with no resistance, only air. He was behind me, I knew. A fraction of a second too late, I whipped around. Something rock solid collided with my chest-probably shattering a rib on impact-and I flew back into a tree. I wasn't sure if the sickening crack that echoed around was my bones or the tree.
I slid to the ground, gasping for air. Each breath sent a sharp pain into my lungs and I coughed. I tasted blood. The vampire walked towards me slowly; he knew he was winning the game. I shoved myself to my elbows, breathing heavy and labored, wet with blood.
A swift kick sent me reeling back against the tree, head slammed into a root protruding from the ground. I knew my torso was covered in bruises by now, and I felt the tenderness forming across my skin already. I saw stars, and the next thing I knew, another burning pain. This time, it was across my abdomen, from the bottom of my ribcage almost the the beginning of my hip. I could barely gasp out a pathetic cry. Blood bubbled up in my throat and I struggled onto my side, then onto my stomach, coughing and choking on my own blood. I fell onto my side.
The vampire's eyes were wild now, glinting red in the moonlight. He took his sweet time kneeling beside me, trailing his long nails over the artery in my neck, applying soft pressure, a low growl in his throat. I sucked in a shaky breath, my body going limp.
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Leaves crunched quietly under footsteps, and a twig snapped. My eyes fluttered open. I sucked in a painful breath at the dark figure in front of me, kneeling beside me. Immediately, I pushed my hands to the ground. The leaves were sticky and slippery with my blood; god knows how long I had been left laying there, bleeding out onto the forest floor. But why would any vampire let so much blood go to waste? Even the blood of a hunter was still as good as any other.
He reached for me, and I panicked. I scrambled to my elbows, ignoring the protest of my ribs, of the torn open flesh at my side. A whimper clawed up my throat.
"Get away from me." I tried to growl out a threat, but it was barely above a whisper, trailing off into another whine of pain.
"I'm not going to hurt you, calm down." I recognized that deadpan voice.
I shoved myself back against the tree, putting as much distance between us as I could. My entire body trembled as I pressed my back against the tree. I held my arms tight against the open wound stretching across my side as if it would help stop the bleeding. His eyes caught the moonlight, and I flinched back, my breath quickening. My eyes shut against my will and better judgment. I was going to die.
Surprisingly gentle hands worked their fingers under my shirt, and I whimpered softly in protest, pushing them away with feeble hands. I forced my eyes open, and Damon's face was inches from mine. Blood spattered across his face and his white shirt, a scratch across his brow. He truly looked like a vampire.
"No." I mumbled weakly. "I- I'm leaving. I'll leave." My throat was raspy. I struggled onto my elbows when I coughed. My body shook as I broke down into a fit of bloody coughs, struggling to hold myself up. An arm crossed my chest, pulling me into the vampire's lap and holding me up, allowing me to lie limp in his arms. I was too weak to fight it.
When the coughs finally died down, I kicked my legs weakly against the ground, and began to push against his arm that still held me against him. I knew it was pointless, he was ridiculously strong and if he didn’t want me escaping, I wouldn’t be going anywhere. Whining quietly, I twisted in his arms, falling back when I felt a sharp jab against my lungs. One of his hands found its way to my forehead, gently pushing blood-matted hair out of my face.
“You’re safe now.” He reassured me, seriously. His voice, for once, held no trace of either sarcasm or a threat. I forced myself to relax a little bit at that, until he shifted me out of his lap, lying me back down on the ground. I found myself clinging to him, terrified of being left out here, vulnerable and sure to die.
“It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere. Just gotta look you over before I move you too far.” Tenderly prying me away from him, I was laid back down on the soft moss and leaf litter. I grit my teeth, all the different wounds on my body protesting. He, for the second time, took the hem of my shirt between his fingers, attempting to pull it up to get access to where the majority of my injuries were. I protested feebly, pushing at his hands. I didn’t want him to see the extent of damage that stray vamp had done to me. I was supposed to be a hunter, I should have been able to handle it. But instead, I ran like any other scared person would have. I was weak, and I didn’t want him to see that.
He was persistent, and I finally gave in when he grasped my hand in his own, lying it down by my side. My face contorted in pain even as his knuckles only brushed over my bruised skin, and I heard him let out a breath of shock. I knew just about my entire body must have been covered in bruises differing in severity, but mostly nasty ones. I began to drift off again.
“Okay.” He took a deep breath. “Okay.” He was struggling with something, I could see it in his usually stoic face.
He brought his wrist up to his lips, but I couldn’t see what he was doing. “Here.” He finally decided. A metallic smell invaded my nostrils, and I felt warm liquid on my lips. “I don’t know if this will heal you all the way, but it should stop you from dying for now.” I finally realized what he was doing.
As much as it hurt, I forced myself onto my side, spitting the taste of his blood off of my lips, wiping the rest off with my hand. “I’m not going to die with the blood of a vamp in my system.” I spat at him, though my voice was weak. “I’m not stupid.”
“You’d be stupid to refuse it.” He said, calmer than ever. “You’re going to die if you don’t accept my help.”
I eased back down onto my side, biting back a hiss of pain. I glared at him through my darkening vision as viciously as I could. He knew I didn’t have much longer, and I did too. “Besides, think about it. If I knew you were going to die, I wouldn’t give it to you.” My eyes drifted shut. “Why the fuck would I want a vampire hunter running around for eternity?” I heard him get to his feet, though it sounded murky and far away.
“Shit.” He cursed under his breath. He turned back. My eyes widened in alarm when he slid his arms underneath me, now carrying me.
“No! No, no no no.” I mumbled weakly. “No, don’t.”
“Calm down.” He grumbled, continuing to walk at a brisk pace. “If you want to do this the hard way, then I guess we’re doing this the hard way.”
I stopped fighting when I coughed, fearing another coughing fit. I stilled in his arms, trying to tamp down the fear that had my heart racing. I knew he could hear it. It wasn’t very long before my eyes fluttered shut again, and I didn’t have any choice but to trust he had good intentions.
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I woke up in his arms, my body convulsing. I heard faint cursing, and then I was laid down on the ground. Seizures wracked my frame. My vision was blurred as I felt iron hands hold me down to keep me from thrashing. I tossed my head from side to side, pained sounds clawing up my bloody throat. When my body finally lay limp, I began to cough painfully, blood bubbling up into my mouth. I didn't have it in me to struggle against the vampire as he kneeled beside me, gathering me up in his arms and lying me face down before I could drown in my own blood.
I finally relaxed, gasping for air. He gently turned me onto my back, and his face came into focus as he bit his wrist for the second time. This time, I didn't protest. I sucked from his wrist greedily, the taste of his blood heavy in my mouth and mixing with my own. Laying limp in his lap, I was beginning to feel relief for the first time in what felt like days. Wounds no longer burned. It was easier to breathe. There was no longer a stabbing pain against my lungs. My body still begged for rest, however, and I found myself drifting off again as he hefted me into his arms once more.
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I rolled onto my side with a small groan and a sigh, squeezing my eyes shut. I was in a bed, I realized, somewhere I didn't recognize. My eyes flew open when I recalled what had happened, and I forced myself onto my elbows, still feeling drained. Swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, I stumbled onto unsteady feet, staggering into the wall as I regained my balance. My limbs were weak with exhaustion. I stumbled into the hallway and immediately froze. Damon froze too, before cautiously walking towards me. He approached me as if I were a wounded animal.
"It's okay." He told me. I took a step back, then another, unsure. The back of my legs hit a small table, and I jolted, swinging my head around. I was immediately forced to lean against the wall for support, a wave of dizziness overcoming me at the sudden motion.
"How are you feeling?" Damon asked me carefully.
"I'm fine." I lied. "Why did you-" My legs gave out, and I gripped onto the table for support.
"That doesn't matter right now. You still need to rest." He was beside me in an instant.
I steadied myself on my feet, flinching away from him. "No, I need to go."
"He wasn't alone. His pals are out there waiting for you. You wouldn't make it a hundred feet from the door." He said sternly. I shook my head.
"I'll take my chances." I mumbled, even though my body said otherwise. Leaning against him now, I didn't want to leave the warmth that radiated off of him. I didn't protest when he slipped an arm under my shoulders carefully, walking me back to the bedroom. What looked like **his bedroom, I realized.
I still didn't argue as he put a hand on my chest, urging me to lie back. My eyes fluttered shut. Why was I so trusting all of a sudden?
"No, no." I mumbled. Something wasn't **right about this. "What did you do to me?"
"What?" He sounded offended.
"Why am I- what did-" Realization showed clearly on his face.
"Oh. That. Uh, the..bond." He stuttered. "You drank my blood…." He trailed off unsurely.
"Fuck." I groaned out, leaning back.
I hesitated before asking. "I thought they couldn't form from one time without some sort of pre-existing..thing…" I trailed off, my gaze shifting to his quizzically.
"They can't." He answered simply. It told me all I needed to know. We were soulmates.
"Did you know? Before?"
"No. No, not at first. Not the first time. I didn't realize until..." His jaw was taut and he took a deep breath. "Until you were attacked."
"Oh." I breathed out softly.
"I felt your life slipping away. I've felt that many times before, during your life. It never affected me much,-the connection was faint, barely even there- but it- it was so different with you dying in my arms.." His voice was strained, and I found myself gripping his hand tightly. "It was stronger, too. So much stronger." He was frowning, but he glanced up at me and gave me a tight smile, looking down at our intertwined fingers.
"Did you ever have a soulmate before me?"
Another deep breath. "No."
"So you're saying, you've been alive for…170 years? And you never had a soulmate as a human?"
"I guess it was always in my destiny to become a vampire." His voice was bitter. I didn't ask; it felt too personal, right now. It was a story for another time.
I surprised myself with that thought.
"And I was born a hunter." I snorted.
"Pretty ironic."
"Yeah." I agreed, blinking and righting my head.
"You need to rest." Damon noticed.
"Do you have a guest room or something? Or a couch-"
"I mean…." He trailed off, his tone suddenly teasing. "**Technically, yes. But why sleep there when you could sleep with your soulmate?" He raised his eyebrows and I couldn't help my huff of laughter.
"I know what you're implying, Damon, and I don't like it." My own tone was teasing.
"I should also tell you, there are other vampires here."
I stiffened, my eyes darting to his in alarm. He was serious. "Do they want me dead?" I asked cautiously. His expression had been worried when he noticed my immediate defensiveness, but now it was amused.
"Most likely not." His voice was laced with laughter.
"What do you mean, **most likely not**?"
"I mean it's just my brother and his girlfriend." He patted my shoulder.
"Jesus." I muttered, leaning back.
"Well?"
"I think I'd feel….safer, sleeping with you." I admitted, somewhat begrudgingly. "God, I hate being bonded already."
"You'll get used to it, don't worry." He rolled over onto the bed beside me, making me gasp in surprise. His grin next to me made my heart race.
"What are you doing?"
"This **is my bed." He grinned wickedly, wrapping his arms around my form, caging me against him. I didn't fail to notice though, that his grip was faltering, allowing me to put distance between us if I felt the need to. That alone, told me enough about him. I let out a hum, letting my body relax next to him. He tangled his legs with mine as I drifted off. I couldn't help but to nestle closer to him, feeling a blanket of safety settle over me.
#Written as a little gift for a friend's birthday:) I haven’t really watch TVD much but I actually enjoyed writing this and I’m adding it to#the vampire diaries#tvd#vampire diaries#the vampire diaries x reader#tvd x reader#vampire au#vampires#soulmate au#tvd soulmate au#blood bonding lol#vampire blood bond#vampire soulmate au#the vampire diaries soulmate au#damon salvatore#damon salvatore x reader#tvd angst#tvd fluff#damon salvatore fluff#damon salvatore angst#damon x reader#damon salvatore hurt/vomfort#tvd hurt/comfort#the vampire diaries fanfic#tvd fanfic#funny thing#i've actually watched v wars#without knowing it had anything to do with the vampire diaries#actually i still don't know if it does#does it?
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when the sun hits — jeremy gilbert x reader
✧˖° as the sun hits, she'll be waiting ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
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content warnings and genre: swearing, smoking weed, consumption of alcohol, sex under the influence, degradation
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synopsis: as the sun hits, you'll be waiting—for him and nobody else. the lines between hate and lust blur, but neither of you seem to care
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while the golden hour descended upon the tranquil woods, casting a warm, ethereal glow upon the world, jeremy gilbert and you found yourselves enveloped in a euphoria unlike any other. the rustling leaves whispered secrets to the wind, the symphony of birds orchestrated the perfect serenade, and the world seemed to slow down to a languid crawl. you stood at your familiar spot, a secluded clearing deep within the heart of the forest, where the rays of the setting sun filtered through the swaying branches, creating a mesmerizing dance of light and shadow. a sense of enchantment hung in the air, and the anticipation of what was to come tingled like electric currents beneath your skin.
jeremy, his piercing gaze never wavering from your illuminated features, slowly brought a slender joint to his lips, the rolling paper delicately kissed by the crimson sun. with practiced ease, he ignited the end, and the sweet scent of marijuana filled the air as he inhaled deeply. his chest expanded as he held the smoke, and his exhale became a billowing cloud of fragrant vapor that seemed to shimmer in the fading light.
“life's a trip,” he murmured, passing the joint to you, making sure his touch lingered a little longer than necessary, his voice a hushed confession that blended seamlessly with the soft rustling leaves. he watched as you took the joint, your fingers brushing against his with a subtle, charged connection.
as you brought the joint to your lips, your eyes locked in a shared moment of anticipation. the first inhale was a slow, sensuous pull that seemed to draw the very essence of the forest into your lungs. the flavors of earth, wood, and herb combined to create an intoxicating elixir that sent tendrils of pleasure coursing through your veins.
“feels like we were born backwards,” you whispered, your words carrying the weight of truth as you exhaled, joining the chorus of wispy smoke. your laughter bubbled up, a carefree, uninhibited sound that mingled with the symphony of nature. jeremy reached for the worn, weathered case of beer beside his feet, the promise of ice-cold bliss contained within. with a satisfying hiss, he cracked one open and handed you the can. the amber liquid glistened invitingly in the waning light.
you clinked their cans together, the sound a toast to your private nirvana. the first sip was like a cascade of liquid sunlight, warming their insides as the world around them seemed to blur and melt away. time, morality, and responsibility were mere abstractions that held no sway in this sacred space they had carved out for themselves. jeremy's eyes never left your face, and in the hazy twilight, your connection deepened, transcending words. it was in this intoxicating blend of nature, intoxicants, and desire that you found solace, a refuge from the harsh realities of the world. and as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across your secret sanctuary, you knew that it was there, in each other's arms, that you could truly be yourselves.
“i'm a mess,” the words left your mouth before you could stop yourself. you were a mess. your lips were swollen, gloss smeared from the rough surface of the joint. you were a mess. your hair was messy, an open invitation to the howling wind. you were off the rails. your skirt was too short for the incoming frostbites that would soon await you. the bags under your eyes were evident—from the lack of sleep and excess pills thst strived to keep you awake. you were a mess, but art was supposed to be messy. jeremy knew that—he loved the mess you had made of yourself, and you owed it all to him. it explained the glint in his hooded eyes and the subtle smirk that painted his face.
“you're not a mess,” he replied, his voice a sultry reassurance as he accepted the joint back from you. “you're a masterpiece, (y/n). every imperfection, every disheveled strand of hair, it's all part of the allure.”
as he took a drag, his gaze never wavered from you. the flickering embers at the end of the joint mirrored the fire that burned in his eyes. with each passing moment, the tension between you grew, a palpable electricity in the air that seemed to crackle and hum.
you leaned closer, your voices now conspiratorial whispers, the world fading to a distant murmur. “jeremy,” you began, your words laden with desire and a touch of uncertainty, “do you ever wonder if we've crossed a line we can't return from?”
he exhaled a slow stream of smoke, his breath mingling with yours. “every time i find you waiting for me, when the sun hits, i wonder the same thing,” he admitted, his fingers grazing your cheek. “but maybe that's what makes this so intoxicating. the thrill of the unknown.”
the joint dwindled to a stub, forgotten in the grass as your fingers sought solace in each other's warmth. the forest, bathed in twilight's embrace, seemed to hold its breath, echoing the anticipation that had enveloped you both. in that stolen moment, with the sun's last rays kissing the horizon, you were no longer just two souls lost in the woods. you were a masterpiece of desire and vulnerability, a living work of art that defied the boundaries of time and morality. as the sun dipped below the edge of the world, you knew that surrendering to your desires was inevitable, a journey into the unknown that neither of you could resist.
your lips met in a fervent collision of desire, a tempestuous dance born from intoxication and the darkest corners of their souls. jeremy's hands found the unruly tangle of your hair, gripping it firmly as he pulled you closer, his fingers tangling in the messy strands. his touch was rough, demanding, a stark contrast to the gentle caress of the setting sun. as your mouths melded together, the taste of chronic lingered on your tongues, a bittersweet reminder of the substances that fueled this forbidden encounter. his lips were like a brand, searing into your skin with each fevered kiss. there was no tenderness in his embrace, only raw, unbridled lust.
he broke the kiss for a moment, his breath hot and heavy against your ear. “you like it rough, don't you?” he murmured, his voice dripping with mockery. “you are a mess, always craving something you shouldn't.”
you responded with a breathless gasp, your hands clutching his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. “and you,” you whispered, your voice trembling with desire, “you're no better. you need it just as bad.”
amidst the fervor of your lust, a poignant truth hung in the air like a shadowy specter. your connection was not born of love or affection, but rather of addiction. addiction to one other, to the thrill of transgression, and to the potent concoction of substances that fueled your encounters. with each rough kiss and passionate embrace, it was as though you were trying to fill a void that could never truly be satisfied. you were addicts, lost in the labyrinth of your own desires, victims of your own vices.
jeremy's hands, once gripping your hair with possessive hunger, now trembled with a restless energy. his eyes, which had burned with a fierce intensity, were now clouded by a sense of desperation. he kissed you as if he were trying to drown his own demons in the depths of your desire.
and you, with your nails still dug into his skin, felt a pang of emptiness deep within. in the moments between your fevered kisses, you could almost taste the bitterness of your shared addiction, a bitter cocktail of self-loathing and yearning.
you were addicts, consumed by your desires, prisoners of your own making. and as you clung to each other in the fading light, it was impossible not to feel a profound sense of sympathy and pity for the tangled mess you had become. in the depths of your addiction, you were both lost souls, searching for solace in a love that had never truly existed, and in the dangerous dance of self-destruction, you had unwittingly become each other's enablers.
hia lips crashed back into yours, his tongue probing and dominating, a relentless force that left you breathless. there was no love between you, only a shared hunger for this dark, twisted connection. each kiss was a contradiction, a fusion of desire and degradation that left you both gasping for more. in that moment of intoxication, the world outside their forest hideaway ceased to exist. there were no judgments, no consequences, only the searing heat of your passion and the knowledge that you were bound by this insatiable craving.
“everything,” he practically slurred. you would have known it either way, the taste of the beer from his mouth coating every inch of your mouth. “take everything off, now.”
it was tricky business, doing something like that in the middle of the woods. you had both dismissed the potential lurkers in the shadows, hiding behind bustling bushes and branches. even if they were present, it was as if they weren't. that was precisely why you had done as told, hands shakily stripping off your clothes—one by one. for a second, your head had begun spinning, your vision growing more and more blurry by the second. it was as if somebody had set your nervous system on fire, but jeremy's situation was no better. he could've sworn he had felt his eyes roll into the back of his head, a metallic taste clouding his tongue as cold shivers went down his spine.
nonetheless, you didn't stop. you never stopped kissing nor touching, not even while ridding yourselves of your clothes. jeremy whined, left breathless as he pressed his forehead to yours, pausing to admire you in the upcoming moonlight. he was sweating, but he felt cold. he felt cold without his clothes, he felt cold even as you touched him. “you're nothing without me,” you murmured, slurring your words as your hot breath grazed his neck. he remained cold, even his touch becoming more cold amd harsh by the second.
when he fucked you, he fucked you like it meant something to him. he fucked you from behind, wanting nothing more than to beat into your ass and pull your hair without having to watch your face. he didn't wanna watch your face, he didn't wanna be that intimate with you. he could slap your ass and leave bruises like he did every time, and slam his pelvis into your hips until he'd hear you cry. he enjoyed hearing you cry as much as you enjoyed him making you cry. you enjoyed the bliss in ignorance—forgetting how much the bruising would hurt later, how much you'd bleed and how much harder the withdrawal would hit. it didn't matter, not in that moment. nothing did.
“take it all, all of it,” he urged, his voice stern as he pounded into you. he was merciless—your face pressed up against the bark of a tree as he only thrusted harder and faster, shoving you farther and farther into the wood. “it's all you're fucking good for.” you couldn't help but moan, the lines between lust and pain blurring as you felt yourself pushing back into his touch, his dick slamming into your sweet spot in a way that took away the sweet part.
“you're just a fix, and nothing more.” the words passed your lips absentmindedly, you hadn't even realized what was coming out of your mouth. however, there was a reason they called drunk words sober thoughts.
you wouldn't see each other until the following morning. soon, it would all be over, and you would return to being miserable the way you were both used to. that didn't matter, at least, not now. nothing ever mattered when the sun hit.
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Could you do a one shot based on bored from billie eilish, where Y/n leaves Klaus in the end and he realizes the mistakes he made, leaving and cheating on her
Never Enough
Ah
Ah
The games you played were never fun (mm)
You'd say you'd stay but then you'd run (ah)
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Klaus Mikaelson isn’t an easy man to love.
He pushes me away at every chance he gets.
But as soon as I would leave him be then he was back at my door, chasing my attention.
It took far too long to get used to his games. That’s all love is to him, a game. Feelings are toys and so are people, entertainment for him to thrive upon.
And even after I had realised it, I couldn’t stop myself from loving him.
So, somehow every empty promise he gave me, I believed him. Or maybe I just wanted to believe him and that was enough.
But it got to the point where it was just too much to bypass.
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Givin' you what you're beggin' for
Givin' you what you say I need
I don't want any settled scores
I just want you to set me free
Givin' you what you're beggin' for
Givin' you what you say I need
Say I need
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And yet, even when I knew he had been with another women, when he had treated me as though I were nothing but an object for his pleasure, I found myself apologising to him.
“You know that I love you, I’ve always been there for you. I would never do this to you” I yelled but he only looked angrier
“You love me? You barely look at me! We don’t talk, we don’t touch! We have nothing worth my time!” He bellowed
“I try to” I whispered and he sighed, his hands running down his face
“You have it in your head that I’m doing all of these things, I have been here every step of the way through your incisive whining! You’re sensitivity and your insecurities! I have been right here but I am tired of picking you up, it’s pathetic, it’s boring.” He shouted, his finger pointing at me as he took menacing steps toward me and I followed suit and rushed backwards. His hand came down harshly beside my head against the wall making my body flinch away from the loud noise of impact. I anxiously looked up to him and nodded
“I’m sorry” I whispered “I’ll be better” But he only shook his head, his hand grabbed my jaw forcing me to keep my eyes on his
“There’s no point in this anymore, you don’t want it” he mumbled
“Of course I want this, I love you. Klaus please don’t leave me, not again, please. Please Klaus it’s cruel to do this, just tell me what you want me to do. You know I’d do anything for you” I pleaded, tears running down my face as I held the wrist of the hand on my face.
“Anything?” He questioned
“Anything at all”
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I'm not afraid anymore
What makes you sure you're all I need?
Forget about it
When you walk out the door and leave me torn
You're teachin' me to live without it
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And I truly did everything I could to have him love me even the slightest bit. For him to want me even if it was just for my body. Because I loved him so ridiculously much that it didn’t matter to me if I was just a toy to him, I’d rather it be him than anybody else.
And after a while, the fear was gone.
The screaming matches were just part of the game.
I could hold up my own and fight back at him, rile him up and push him over the edge.
The only thing that still hurt was when he left.
The echo of the door slamming shut rings through my head all of the time.
My knees gave out the second the door closed. I collapsed down to the floor, tears flowing down to the ground despite no sound leaving my lips. My nails pierced through the skin of my arms as I held onto myself. I hated everything about this. It always ended like this, I always ended up just that much more pathetic.
I hated the shell of who I was. Who I am now.
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Bored
I'm so bored
I'm so bored
So bored
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Sitting at him waiting for him for hours was just torture. I knew exactly where he was.
Who’s body his hands were all over.
Who’s mouth was on his.
Who’s bed he was breaking.
But I remained in his bed, waiting for him. Whether it was for him to yell at me and throw things or to just lay beside me and slowly, reluctantly put an arm around me.
He didn’t want anything to do with me anymore but I couldn’t find it within me to let him go.
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I'm home alone, you're God-knows-where (mm)
I hope you don't think that shit's fair (ah)
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“Fair!? You want to talk about what’s fair Klaus? It is not fair that you get to go and fuck whoever you want and then come back and torture me for breathing the wrong fucking air!” I screamed
“If you knew what I was doing then why the hell are you still here? Get out! I don’t want you anymore!”
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Givin' you all you want and more
Givin' you every piece of me
I don't want love I can't afford
I just want you to love for free
Can't you see that I'm gettin' bored?
Givin' you every piece of me
Piece of me
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But once again when I left like he said, well there he was back in my room of my new apartment.
“Shh love, you know neither of us meant that. You know that I love you and I know you love me too.” He murmured while wrapping both arms around me, his chin on too my head.
“I have nothing left to give you” I whispered looking into his chest. “You shouldn’t have come back” I mumbled “please leave”
“We’re destined to be together. You’re all I need, you just have to give me your love, it’s all I could ever want” he countered
“Then why wasn’t I ever enough?” I questioned sadly
“You’ve never truly allowed me to own your heart, I needed it”
“And sleeping with other girls gave you that?” I laughed breathlessly and pressed my forehead to his shoulder
“They made it easier to push you away. But I know that you’re what I truly desire, you’re exactly what I need. I want to marry you.”
“Please don’t lie to me”
“Why would I lie? What do I have to loose?” He asked. I shut my eyes in mental turmoil, was he saying he was nothing without me or that I was nothing?
I think I knew it was the latter but ai just refused to let it be true in my mind.
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I'm not afraid anymore
What makes you sure you're all I need?
Forget about it
When you walk out the door and leave me torn
You're teachin' me to live without it
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It didn’t even hurt when I saw him in our bed with another random blonde.
His head turned to me with that stupid expression on his face before he hurried to follow me down the stairs
“Love!” He called as I reached the front door “y/n, sweetheart, please” he murmured grabbing my shoulder so I would face him. “Forgive me my love, I-“
“It’s fine Klaus” I muttered tiredly and he frowned
“What?” He whispered confusion evident on his face as he took a step closer, only boxers on his body and he was clearly still hard, apparently his blondes weren’t as fulfilling as he had hoped.
“I don’t care anymore Klaus, really it’s fine. Just do whatever you want but for the love of God please just don’t do if in the bed I sleep beside you in” I sighed and he grabbed my hand
“You aren’t upset? Or mad? You aren’t yelling…” he listed with a ludicrous look on his face
“You need to wash your hands” I mumbled with a grimace and he quickly retracted them
“You should be shouting at me” he told me and my brows furrowed
“You want me to yell at you?”
“Don’t you care?”
“Not anymore”
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Bored
I'm so bored
I'm so bored
So bored
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Klaus wasn’t expecting her to sound so tired. So done with everything.
He didn’t really believe she would leave properly.
But when he received a letter in the mail the next day requesting he leave he be, he knew he’d finally pushed her over the edge.
The sick truth was that Klaus enjoyed taking her live and destroying it. He enjoyed hurting her in a way that only he would be able to. He was a sadistic being who after years on being labelled a monster, finally embraced it.
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Givin' you what you're beggin' for
Givin' you what you say I need
I don't want any settled scores
I just want you to set me free
Givin' you what you're beggin' for
Givin' you what you say I need
Say I need
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But sat alone in his room, nobody to hold when he felt empty, he realised she was actually an important person in his life.
Despite all the girls he had, none of them seemed to give him anything.
As much as he craved emotionless sex, he found that when the women also had no care towards him, it wasn’t what he wanted.
Y/n looked at him like he was everything she had ever wanted. She touched him like he were the most desirable thing on the planet. Her hands were soft and she wanted to please him, she always made it about him, she told him how good he made her feel and how much she loved him.
He missed how she would sit with him in his art room with her crisps and soda while comments on the colours he chose and complimented his composition choices.
He missed her annoying laugh and sleepy smile.
He missed the state of her hair when she first woke up, the way she would struggle against him and refuse his kisses because she had ‘morning breath’.
He missed her cooking and baking, the way she made his coffee and the shitty shows she had him watch.
He missed their arguments, he missed her tears. He missed how she would fall back into his arms and prove to him that her love for him was true.
He missed her.
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I'm not afraid anymore
What makes you sure you're all I need?
Forget about it
And when you walk out the door and leave me torn
You're teachin' me to live without it
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Calling her phone got him nowhere, his voicemails were never answered.
His witches couldn’t locate her.
All he had left of her was the memory of the empty look in her eyes as she left him.
The clothes in his drawer that she didn’t grab when she rushed away.
The clothes he held to his face each night to help him fall asleep.
The pillow he hugged to his chest to remind him of her.
But it wasn’t her.
He would never have her again.
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When Stef met 'Lena
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One week later
Elena felt empty inside, the whole in her heart ached deeply. She regretted her decision, she kept thinking of all the what ifs. What if she did that, what if she did this. She couldn't stop thinking about it all. She couldn't stop thinking about how she regretted it with every bone in her body.
His voice echoed in her head “Okay, okay. I can completely understand how you feel and why you feel that way. So, I guess, have a nice day ahead Ms. Gilbert.” Elena shook her head trying to push away the memory.
She rubbed her temples, she was trying to get away from the haze she was in but to say the least that was not easy. She took a deep breath and positioned her computer chair around to get to work.
She started by looking through the files for the meeting with Mrs.Branson next week. She studied each one carefully until she found the exact one she needed. But the file didn't want to come out. She stood up from her chair reaching for the bottom of the files but just as she reached all the files came flying out and landed on top of her. Causing her to lose her balance. She landed on her back with a thud.
She groaned as she tried to sit up, that was until she heard a familiar calming and warm voice. Stef.
“Need some help?” Elena looked up to him, reaching his hand out. Elena layed there frozen from shock.
“Well?” He raised his eyebrow. “Oh uh yeah…Thank You.” She took his hand as he pulled her up.
"Is there anything else you need Ms.Gilbert?"
"Yes, actually I was wondering if we could talk?" Elena asked her eyes pleaded with him desperately.
"Sure, right this way Ms.Gilbert." Stefan wasn't what to make of this. He didn't know what to believe. But at the same time he couldn't help but feel hope break through his heart as he heard 'Lena utters those words. But he also wanted to protect his heart which is why he was exceedingly formal. Stefan moved to the side, pointing her towards the elevator.
They both moved in the elevator. They both simultaneously reach for the button but just as they both reach out they touch each others hands. They both look up at one another and stare deeply in each other's eyes. And then they both look down in embarrassment, both of they're cheeks turn rose red.
But then their eyes meet again, Elena's eyes showed sorrow, remorse, and most of all regret "I'm sorry." She whispered. Stefan eyes showed happiness, forgiveness, but most of all love. "Why are you sorry?"
"Because I rejected the only person I've ever loved because I was scared." A smile curved on his face as he stepped closer to her. Elena continued her rant "And I can't believe how incredibly stupid-" Stefan placed his pointer finger on her soft lips trying to vanquish her worries. He muttered this softly, "Shhh, it's okay 'Lena." He cupped her face, trying to comfort her.
"I forgive you it's okay." Her eyes lit up as Stefan confessed this. They both giggled at one another, "So does this mean I can kiss you now? You don't care right?"
"Oh you most definitely can. Who cares about what others will say!"
Elena wrapped her arm around Stefan and he cupped her face. "Good." Stefan smiled as he leaned in slowly and ever so carefully. When they're lips brushed it felt soft and warm. It felt perfect, wonderful, everything you could wish for. But it wasn't just what you wished for it also felt perfectly right. Like after all this time the right pieces finally found its missing piece.
The End
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Hit The Road
Chapter Five
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Summary: You are a hunter of supernatural beings who is forced to experience a new reality: being a vampire. The only thing stronger than your thirst for blood is your thirst for revenge.
Author's note: the characters mentioned here were created by Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec, based on the book series of the same name by author L. J. Smith. They don't belong to me. That said, this fanfic will be short. This fanfic may address scenes of violence, inappropriate language and adult content. Minors should not interact with this story.
Something inside you said that finding Elena wouldn't be a completely good experience. You glanced at Damon, wondering whether you should go down to talk to her.
"Shouldn't you go down to see who arrived, or are you afraid your girlfriend will find out what you do when she's not at home?" You say teasing Damon, who at that moment seems to be thinking about what to do.
"Damon, are you there?" A feminine voice asks, seeming to come towards Damon's room. You feel something strange, a sense of déjà vu. And then, another vision fills you.
You're walking quickly, leaving this place in the middle of a forest that resembles a hunting cabin. You seem to be crying when Damon appears in front of you.
"Damon, stop chasing me. Go back to your perfect life with Elena and hope the clan doesn't find out you're in Mystic Falls. As for the rest, our matters are done." You speak hurriedly, as if escaping from Damon.
"It's strange that someone loves you and tells you to choose to be with someone else." Damon speaks somewhat confusedly.
"Who said I love you?" You say, still angry with Damon.
"Tell me why else wouldn't you kill a being that is basically your mortal enemy?" Damon says holding you, you then point to the crossbow that was in your hands. You want him to fear dying by your hands, but both that you don't plan to kill him using the crossbow. If you wanted to kill him, you would have done it already.
"Maybe I feel sorry for you. In love with the same woman for centuries, idolizing her image like someone idolizing a god. Don't try to interpret my compassion Damon, I have no interest in loving you." You lie, you know damn well you're lying but seeing Damon doubt his feelings is the only thing that will keep you two both sane.
You regain consciousness in Damon's arms, it feels like you must have fainted while having yet another vision. There's a woman with long brown hair looking at you like you're very complicated math question. You imagine she must be Elena. You then silently get up from Damon's arms.
"Are you well?" The woman asks with an almost relieved expression, maybe she thought I was dead or maybe she's relieved that I'm out of the man's arms that she loves.
"I'd be better off with a good glass of whiskey in my hand but I'm fine." You answer and she seems surprised by the answer, so you watch Damon smile after your answer.
"Damon never mentioned about having a visit so I came in without knocking. My name is Elena by the way." Elena says as she approaches Damon, you notice that she must be a little afraid to find a woman in his room. Something about you makes you sad to notice that Elena and Damon still care for each other.
"My name is Y/N. I'm an old friend of Damon and Stefan. And sorry for the sudden fainting, I've been going through the transition to vampire life recently." You compose yourself completely and feel uncomfortable being in Damon's room.
"And no one is helping you adapt to your new life?" Elena asks.
"The Salvatore brothers rightly offered to help. That's why I'm here." You respond looking at Damon who seems to like the excuse arranged for your presence in the house.
"If you need wise advice or tips, you can talk to me. My transition wasn't easy either. Even though I didn't I don't remember having blackouts and fainting but it could be a different one for each one." Elena says smiling, you then understand why Damon keeps her around. She seems like a good person.
"I appreciate your offer. I'll leave you two alone." You say leaving Damon's room as quickly as possible. You don't want to imagine what they have to talk about or what they will do inside. But you realize there's nothing you can do. And you do not get bored. You then decide to go after Stefan. You knock on his bedroom door once and he answers. He's shirtless, which makes you a little shy.
"Did you come here to watch me?" Stefan asks giving you a mischievous smile.
"You didn't invite me in then..." You respond trying to compose yourself. He approaches, his face just inches away from yours. You then wonder what you should do. Stefan, brings his lips closer to yours, giving you a long kiss. You return the kiss as if you needed it to distract your mind. But unfortunately another vision takes over you.
You're walking in the same forest as before, this time alone. You hear someone following you, so you run towards the cabin where would have weapons to defend yourself. Your heart, still human, beats strongly and your breath almost disappears. You end up falling, almost hurting your foot. Then something throws you against a tree close to where you were.
"I thought we had a deal, you stay out of harm's way and I don't have to get involved in your relationship with Damon." Stefan says while holding your neck tightly.
"Be careful, sweetheart, if you continue like this I'll think you've fallen in love with me." You respond smiling a little, Stefan doesn't seem to like it very much.
"I should never have gotten involved with you. Now I have to keep wondering when my brother will find out that his girlfriend and I fucked like rabbits before he met her." Stefan speaks with trepidation, and you smile.
"I'm not the first woman you and your brother have been interested in. Not to mention that I'm not his girlfriend. Elena or Katherine or anyone who looks like her is. Now either you take off your clothes or get out of my sight." You say and then you and Stefan start kissing intensely.
You wake up from this vision without fainting but you abruptly move away from Stefan who looks at you in surprise. You then quickly run away from him.
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not my fate
stefan salvatore x reader
summary — stefan’s fate separated the two of you. now it’s his chance to determine his destiny.
warnings — small jealousy & angst
part count — 1/?
fate and destiny are not as great as people make it out to be. you knew this for a fact. they had screwed you over. screwed your relationship over. you used to share a loving relationship with stefan salvatore. he was the one meant for you, or so you thought. that was until you met qetsiyah. you remember how you felt once she informed you about stefan and elena’s written fate. they were fated lovers, it was written. it was bound to happen one way or another.
saying you were heartbroken was an understatement. yet, you were willing to fight for your relationship. but stefan wasn’t. you didn’t believe in the whole fate thing. you believed it could be changed, with the right motivation. but stefan didn’t feel the same way. even if he loved you, he thought it would be best to break off your relationship right then and there, and spare you of all the hurt and devastation you would feel once fate came knocking on his door.
it was certainly crushing. elena and stefan were an epic couple and you knew this. after all, you had met and fallen for stefan after his break up with elena. you felt so foolish for believing you would mean more than elena. she will always be the one, for everyone. but you? you were just a nobody. but even then, you stayed living with the salvatore brothers, as you didn’t have anywhere else to go. living with them was a hassle, and a very difficult environment for you to move on in.
“will i ever see you again?” said the man you kept rushing down the stairs, trying to be quiet. you had spend the night with this man. you hushed him, tip toeing around the stairs, adjusting your bathrobe. you stopped by the front door, and opened it for him. the man looked back at you and smiled.
“alright, go.” you whisper-yelled at him, trying to close the door on him. you wouldn’t want to be caught sneaking a man out of the house. he tried kissing you, but you avoided his kiss, and closed the door in front of him. you sighed in relief. that was until you heard laughter behind you. oh no.
“you? a one night stand? what a scandal.” you heard damon say, between chuckles. you turned around to see him, finding stefan and elena along side damon. you face-palmed yourself, walking closer to them, grabbing damon’s bourbon glass out of his hands.
“shut up, please.” you begged, drinking from his glass. elena laughed at you, as she snuggled against stefan’s chest. it was a painful view.
“where did you even meet... that?” damon said, smirking. you sighed, a bit embarrassed you had gotten caught.
“by the grill.” you replied, earning another tease from damon. you hit his arm, as your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. “stop, i haven’t had sex since..” you started saying, immediately regretting your word choices. you sighed, before rephrasing it.
“i haven’t had sex in a very long time, alright? i needed to feed the beast.” you finished, handling damon’s now empty glass back to him. you heard stefan chuckle lightly, you looked at him, grinning a bit at him. even after everything that happened, even after he chose elena over you, you remained friends. you didn’t want to have a bad relationship with the man you loved, you wouldn’t be able to handle it.
“enough of this awkward conversation, i have to get ready. i promised to meet bonnie.” you said, before heading up to your room, to get ready. bonnie had been going through a lot lately, and you wanted to somehow make her feel better. you used to be a witch, before you were turned, losing all of your powers. yet, you still had knowledge of so many spells that could be useful for bonnie in the future. so you decided to help her learn a few new spells from you.
after getting ready, you ran back downstairs, towards the kitchen, to grab something to eat before heading out. it was going to be a long day. there you found stefan, all alone. you smiled a bit at him, looking around. he soon handled you a toast, you smiled up at him, thankful.
“thanks.” you said, taking a bite. he nodded staring at you. he was curious about your one night stand for some reason. it was bothering him somehow.
“picking up dates at the grill, huh?” he started, making you giggle. you shook your head, biting your lip to stop the laughter, along with your utter embarrassment.
“that’s where we met, so i believe it works.” you said, earning a chuckle from him. you laughed along with him. god, you missed him. so much. but he hurt you. you thought he’d at least want to fight for you, but he didn’t. didn’t even try to.
“how was it, by the way?” he asked, after clearing his throat. your cheeks warmed up at his sudden question. you shrugged your shoulders.
“it was..” you started saying, as you tried looking for the right words. to be completely honest, it wasn’t the best. in fact, you didn’t even get to finish. stefan had been the only man that had ever made you feel amazing in bed. the only man who had ever made you finish. but he didn’t have to know that. you remained speechless. he chuckled, a bit happy you didn’t seem to enjoy it.
“it’s undeniably painful.” stefan said, as you raised your eyebrows in confusion. he looked down at you, tilting his head as he looked deeply into your eyes.
“what is?” you asked, thinking back on your conversation, trying to find the meaning of his words. he sighed a bit.
“watching you give yourself to somebody else.” he said, as goosebumps covered your entire body. his eyes never left yours, looking for a reaction to his words. you chuckled breathily.
“it gets better.” you replied, earning a nod from him.
“does it?” he asked, his words pulling softly at your heart. no, it didn’t get better. it never seemed to get better. but you had to believe it would. someday it won’t hurt as much. you broke eye contact, unable to answer his question.
“anyways, i have to go.” you giggled, placing down the piece of toast and starting to walk away from him. he watched you walk out of the house. he missed you. he couldn’t hide it. it had been only a year ever since everything happened. he couldn’t deny his love for you. he couldn’t deny that he missed you and sometimes even regretted his decision.
there were days, like today, where he wished he could turn back time and choose you instead. but it was his destiny, he made his choice. after all, it was written, no matter what happens, he will end up with elena somehow. he didn’t want to hurt you any longer. he thought that his deep love for you was reason enough to stay away from you, to let you go. he loved you too much to watch you suffer because of him. but god, he hated it. he hated that it was something he could not control.
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“hi.” elena said to stefan, as soon as he entered their shared bedroom. he smiled at her, laying next to her on the bed. she looked at him and planted a soft kiss on his lips. stefan grinned in return.
“everything okay?” elena asked softly, before stefan nodded. something was up. she could see it. elena gently straddled stefan’s hips, and kissed his lips once again. stefan kissed back, his hands running to her hips, holding her in place. soon, she broke the kiss in order to leave kisses along his neck, even leaving a few love bites on his skin.
“wait— elena, wait.” stefan said, as he kindly removed her from him. he couldn’t do it. elena sighed as she sat up in the bed, looking at him, irritated.
“stefan, what is it? we haven’t had sex in a while.” she sighed. stefan lowered his head, as he listened to her. stefan looked back at elena after a few minutes of silence, knowing he had to be honest with her.
“listen, elena.” he started, earning her attention once again, eager to know what was wrong. “what i had with y/n— she wasn’t just— she wasn’t an attempt at revenge against you for sleeping with my brother.” stefan said, causing elena to tilt her head in confusion.
“she wasn’t revenge, or a rebound, even. she wasn’t just a fling.” he continued, his hand lightly running through his scalp. “i fell in love with her.” he said, elena’s eyes widening at the confession. she would’ve never thought you’d fall for someone else, absolutely no one would’ve ever dare to think so.
“i fell so intensely in love with her, and that isn’t suddenly going to change because i decided to go back to you.” he confessed, his eyes full of pity for elena somehow. stefan was such a compassionate person and knowing that he was hurting someone, drove him mad. he watched elena, looking for any signs of a reaction.
“what do you want me to do? i— what am i supposed to do with this?” elena asked, truly confused on what to do with the information. stefan sighed, he didn’t know either.
“i don’t know, i just wanted to be honest, elena.” he spoke, earning a nod from her. she could understand him. it was just shocking to her.
“i’ll wait it out, then.” elena said, confidently. she met stefan’s eyes and smiled. he returned her smile and nodded a bit. “we’re joined by fate, stefan. our love is already written. what you feel towards her will go away someday. because we’re each other’s fate, stefan.” she finished as she cupped stefan’s cheeks into her small hands. her thumbs softly caressed his smooth skin.
stefan smiled a bit at her as he reflected on her words. he wondered if his feelings would eventually disappear. he wondered if elena was right. because what if she wasn’t? what if his fate was to be by elena’s side, even if he loved another woman? what if he would never stop loving you, and was forced to settle for a future without you? what if this whole fate thing was absolute crap? what if fate could be changed? what if he made a mistake by leaving you? what if?
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