disasterbiwriter · 2 years ago
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literati au - snippets
because sharing the writing is (sometimes) more fun than DOING the writing, that's why.
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Luke is a grouch, Jess eggs him on - some things never change.
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Updated cultural references! Mostly so Rory can be into bands that aren't just drawn directly from Daniel Palladino's cultural catalogue!
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Y'all, this version of Lane is now my official headcannon and she will steal your hearts.
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Our boy will be immediately smitten with Rory no matter what universe, this much is true.
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its3amandiamverytired · 2 years ago
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The next chapter of divine intervention is a big boy
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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 3 months ago
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Her Game (part 2) | Damon Salvatore x reader
Summary: After playing Katherine’s game, you and your daughter are left with picking up the pieces. Will you ever get your Damon back or has he been lost forever, falling through the cracks that Katherine left in her rage? 
Part 1 
A/N: It was requested multiple times I write a part two especially since I left the first part to the mind! I hope you enjoy this part! and please read part one if you haven’t! 
A/N 8/7/24: I wrote this over a year ago. Cleaning out my drafts! Decided to finish this and get it posted. Hope yall enjoy x
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The screams of the girls Damon slaughtered only hours ago continue to ring in your ears and Damon’s blank, emotionless face haunts you. After Katherine had instructed to kill you and your daughter, Damon had turned to you and for a moment you believed he would do it with no regret especially when he lunged at you. 
The small girl finally asleep in your arms, had not let go since everything happened, her tiny hands keeping a firm grip. She would begin crying if you even tried to put her down. You were grateful that she didn’t understand what exactly had happened, but she knew what monsters were and that’s what she saw her dad as. He’d managed to always hide away his vampire side from her until today.
“He’s never going to turn his humanity back on.” You continue to slowly rock back and forth. “I almost didn’t get him back the last time.” 
Damon was laid out in the floor of the cellar. Alaric had injected him with vervain to keep him weak. Stefan knew the trouble you’d gone through to get him back and even though he was his brother, he worried about him turning his humanity back on. But he knew he needed to stay positive for you. “We will. We’ll do everything we can.”
You’d almost died to get him back. You’d drained him, vervained him, kept him locked away in the cellar for months, but none of those measures worked. He was hell bent on keeping his humanity turned off. After he escaped, you and Stefan found him, coming up with a plan to push him to his limit. Would he truly let you die? 
“You really don’t feel anything for me anymore?” You asked Damon, tears in your eyes. 
“No.” He said, emotionless. “I never did.” Talk about a slap to the face, especially after everything you both had been through. 
“You don’t mean that.” 
Damon stalks over to you, causing you to flinch and cower back as he leaned in, his eyes empty and without emotion, “I wish I had never met you. I wish I would have killed you that first night I met you.” His voice is laced with such hatred. 
Your bottom lip trembled as you searched damon’s eyes for a hint, a spark of emotion before stepping back from him, “So, wouldn’t care if I died? Right here, right in front of you?” 
“no.” 
With shaky hands, you pulled the knife from your belt. What would he do if you ended your life right in front of him? What would he think then? Would he truly let you die right in front of him?
Damon watched your motions as you pointed the knife at yourself, right below your heart, “What are you doing?” 
“You said you wouldn’t care if I died so what does it matter?” And with that you plunged the knife deep inside you.
Damon’s body had jerked in response, watching in horror. His mind, heart and body fought for dominance. Don’t save her, you don’t care. Save her! Save her! 
You dropped the knife and it clinked loudly against the hardwood floors, blood quickly staining your shirt and hands. You’d dropped seconds after that. 
He could hear your heart beat slow. You were dying in front of him. His heart had won, overwhelmed with emotion as he dropped to his knees, “No no no..” He quickly bit into his wrist, his blood trickling down your throat. “Come on drink it!” 
His blood worked it’s way through your system, healing the wounds you’d created. It was the moment your heart had slowed that it truly hit him. 
Damon groans as he begins to wake. Stefan quickly shuts the door, locking it. You both stare at him through the bars. 
“What the hell.” He grumbles pushing himself off the concrete floor. “What the hell stefan.” He sees you standing beside him, but ignore you all together. 
“Which Damon am I talking too?” Stefan asks. 
“Your brother.” 
Stefan crosses his arms over his chest, watching as Damon slowly stands, stumbling toward the bars of the small window in the door and gripping tightly onto them to hold himself up. “let me out of here Stefan.” 
“No,” Stefan says sternly, “You killed three women right in front of your wife and daughter. And then went after them without a care. Why would I let you out?” 
Damon aggressively shakes the bars, but he’s too weak, it’s only loud as the sound bounces off the stone walls. “Stefan, so help me god-” 
“mommy,” your daughter whimpers waking for only a moment.
“Shh, it’s okay.” You sooth softly, rocking her back sleep, “I should go.” You direct your statement to Stefan and glance at Damon, who doesn’t meet your eye. 
“go,” Stefan nods, “You both need your rest,” 
Both Salvatore brothers watch as you turn to walk away.
“It’s me.” He calls out to you, eyes trained on the small child asleep in your arms, “is she okay?” 
You place a protective hand on her head, “She’s terrified.” 
Damon’s forehead meets the cold cage bar, shaking his head against it, “I didn’t mean for her to see me like that. I never.. I never wanted that for her.” 
“You were going to kill us, do you realize that? Stefan saved us!” 
He looks back up at you, his eyes are tearful and full of emotion, “I would never harm you, or her. I never turned it off.” 
“But you-” 
“I knew if I did there was no coming back.” 
There’s a moment of silence between the three of you. Your eyes search his; searching for your demon. Is he telling the truth or is this one of his manipulative ways to get out of the cell? You come to your conclusion.
Stefan unlocks the door when you nod at him, “Katherine isn’t going to be happy if she figures out you never turned it off. That was the whole point of her game.” He hands Damon a blood bag and you turn away, unable to stomach watching him. That’s the one thing he didn’t do around you. 
He sighs in content, tossing the bag to the floor and wiping his mouth with his sleeve before coming closer to you, “We’ll deal with it when that time comes,” He wraps one arm around you, his other hand touching your daughter’s head, “She’s never going to look at me the same way.” 
Your daughter nuzzles deeper into your neck, Damon’s touch disrupting her sleep. He removes his hand from her, hovering before making the decision to let his hand drop to his side.
It’s silent for a moment, before a thought comes to you, “What.. what if you compelled her to forget?” 
Stefan and Damon share a look, “Would it even work on a child?” 
Stefan shrugs, “I’ve never done it before, but I’m sure we can try. I mean I don’t think it would be any different than if it was an adult.”
The three of you headed back upstairs where you began the night time routine. As you got your daughter comfortable into bed, Stefan entered the bedroom.
You comb the hair off her forehead, “Stefan is gonna tell you goodnight..”
Stefan glances at you as he bends down to her side in the other side of the bed.
She gives him a sleepy smile, “uncle efan” her S’s were still a work in progress.
He returns the smile, capturing her eyes in a trance and begins the compulsion.
You can’t help but get emotional. This was something you’d hoped would never have to be used on your daughter. Your innocent, precious girl.
He made her remember playing with mommy and daddy. Nothing bad happened. No other lady showed up. It was happy times.
Your daughter blinked a couple times as the compulsion ended. Your daughter looked at you and for the first time since all this happened there was an innocent sparkle in her eyes again.
Damon had stood outside the room, listening. If he still had a beating heart he knew it would have skipped a beat when he heard his daughter ask, “where’s daddy? He tell me night time story?”
He shook off the emotion, smiling as he entered the room, “I’m here baby girl.” He slipped into bed where she curled into his side as he told the story.her eyes filled with love and affection as she stared up at her daddy telling this story. He was the best at telling stories especially made up on a whim.
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“So what do we do about Katherine?” You ask the Salvatore boys the next morning.
“We kill her.” Damon shrugs. “Easy as that.”
“We don’t even know where she is.” Stefan says, “she could have left town for all we know.”
“Well when she finds out my humanity is still on, I’m sure she’ll show her face. You know she doesn’t like to be lied too.”
You look to Damon, “I’m not living the rest of my life in fear. Or putting that burden on my daughter.” You cross your arms over your chest, “we kill her. Even if I have to be the one to put the dagger through her chest.”
Damon is shocked at your words. You weren’t one for violence, or killing. Ironic considering you fell in love with the most violent Salvatore brother. “Uh oh mamma bear is coming out.” He teases.
You slap his arm, earning a laugh from him, his hands thrown up in surrender, “sorry.”
“I’m serious, what do we have to do to kill this bitch?”
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terapsina · 2 months ago
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Fading Cinders - elejah fic
- ao3 -
Rebekah found Elijah just as he was about to leave the house, noting the heaviness that seemed to weigh down his shoulders.
"Do you think you can go through with it?" she asked, scrutinizing her brother for signs of second thoughts.
"Whatever are you referring to now, Rebekah?" His voice was cold, showing no chinks in his seamless armor. And yet Rebekah had known him for a millennium, she saw the turmoil in his every line of movement. In the way, the skin under his eyes was tight with a fought-back grimace, even while his eyes seemed to remain flinty with oncoming battle.
"Don't treat me like a fool just because you've become one, Elijah," Rebekah scoffed and narrowed her eyes. "Are you ready to threaten her life? You know I'm not going to play a very gentle jailor here, and a threat means nothing if you're unwilling to go through with it."
She saw him close his eyes and found the taste of something like regret at the back of her throat, sharp and a touch bitter.
"She lied to me. And mother-"
"-might be planning something," she finished for him, pain flashing through her chest with betrayed denial like water hitting the surface of boiling oil. It could still be nothing couldn't it? Just Elijah borrowing some of Nik's paranoia and blowing it out of proportion. But could she take a chance that slim? "And you are still a pathetic fool in love with the latest Doppelganger-"
"-Elena," he snapped, eyes opening with a glare.
"Elena," she corrected herself with a roll of eyes. At least he had enough respect for Rebekah's intellect not to try denying the obvious. "So, the question stands, are you really ready to go through with putting Elena's life in jeopardy to find out what big, terrible spell our mother is about to cast?"
"She has left me very little choice in the matter," Elijah said, the heavy air around him seeming to gain a few additional tons of weight made up of pain and the resigned betrayal of a man doomed to scorch his own heart to cinders.
Rebekah had known months ago, the moment her back had crashed against the side of the car, when she'd recognized Elijah and saw the way he hovered in front of Elena like a guardian angel.
He might as well have covered the ground around Elena's feet in a rainbow of flower petals, it would have been less obvious.
Not that Elena was any better. Busy being torn between the two Salvatores and yet somehow still finding time to stare at Elijah like all the wind had just been knocked from her lungs, instead of Rebekah's.
They were honestly straight out of a Shakespearean tragedy. If she wasn't so angry at Elena for her first betrayal, Rebekah would almost have been fascinated by the oncoming trainwreck.
Because Elijah might not see it - busy thinking himself absent from the battle for the human girl's heart - but Rebekah certainly saw - unfortunately.
Elena was maybe entangled in the mess that was Stefan and Damon vying for the first spot for her hand right now. But not so busy as to not have her breath catch, and her heart flutter when someone so much as mentioned Elijah's name in her hearing.
Like Rebekah said that first time - pathetic, the both of them.
"I will do as I must," Elijah said, eyes clouded over with centuries of age "Our family means everything, always and forever."
Something cracked behind his eyes, and she felt the hatred Elena had inspired in her when she drove that dagger through Rebekah's back, doubling in intensity at seeing the breaks in the brother who had remained unbroken for a thousand years.
Rebekah was watching herself lose her brother, she realized with a sharp drop in her stomach. Whether Elena Gilbert lived through this day or not, Elijah would never forgive himself for what he was about to do.
Viciously, Rebekah hoped that Elena would be forced to face the ruin she'd made of her brother's heart.
But it was a vain hope. She knew her brother too well for that, Elijah's old oaths to his siblings meant he could not keep Elena safe this time, - would in fact, have to be the one placing her in harm's way - but he would not use his heartbreak to inspire more pain than he had to in her.
And suddenly Rebekah wasn't sure what drove her bloodthirst more.
That old petty wish for payback? Whatever deal Elena had made with their mother last night while protected behind the secret wall of a privacy spell? Or the oncoming loss of her older brother to his own foolish, foolish heart?
"She doesn't deserve you," she tried, frustrated and angry and terrified to her core.
"No, Rebekah," he disagreed and looked at her with eyes that for once, hid nothing, "if I am about to prove anything, it's that I will never deserve Elena."
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voidsaez · 12 days ago
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— not with code. ( colin ritman x reader ) no warn !!
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a/n : he needs more love. i cant find any colin fics anymore i feel like ive read all of them, ao3, tumblr, wattpad ..
summary : colin doesn’t enjoy how the new guy, stefan, tries to waltz in and mess with the game you two worked on.
July 10, 1984 at 2:48pm
your pov :
He’s laid down on the couch of the office, flicking through pages of his magazine while I’m working on the code, does he ever get off his ass?
My thoughts are interrupted when his nasal voice breaks the silence. “You’re doing it wrong.” He says, not even looking up at me.
“Very helpful, Colin, gonna tell me how to fix it anytime soon?” I say, rolling my eyes at him.
Sighing, he gets up from his chair as he puts the magazine back down. I can feel him leaning over my shoulder to look over at the monitor.
“See this line of code here?” He asks, as he’s pointing at the screen.
“There’s nothing wrong with that one.” I say, looking over my shoulder, up at him.
He raises an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that? Look again." He leans even closer, his cheek almost against mine.
How’d I miss that? God, I’m stupid. I hold down on the backspace key, undoing that part of code to re-enter it.
“Have you met the new guy yet?” I ask, “Stefan, his name was.”
sitting back down, he rolls his eyes. “Oh, that guy. Yeah, I’ve met him.” He says. “Cocky little know-it-all, isn’t he?”
Colin scoffs. He’s so judgmental sometimes, Stefan’s nice.
“He’s nice, you know.” I retort, huffing as I continue working on the code, my fingertips pressing against the keyboard.
“Nice?” Colin narrows his eyes at that. “A pretentious little prick, he’s been here one day, and he’s already trying to one-up me.”
I seriously don’t understand why he has to be an asshole about everything sometimes.
“You know, he helped me with the code earlier, without any hassle.” I say, an emphasis on the last statement.
At least Stefan didn’t get frustrated anytime I asked for help.
I could tell his expression souring after that. “He helped you?” Colin mutters.
“You were on a smoke break.” I say, shrugging. “Plus, we could always use some help on nohzdyve.”
He grumbles, sounding irritated. "Nohzdyve is our game, if you need help, you get it from me.”
Seriously? “I think you’ll live if the kid helps me with what- two lines of code?” I say.
Colin crosses his arms, his irritation growing even further.
"It's not just about the code, it's about the principle. We don't need some newbie coming in here and taking credit for our work.” He retorts.
“He’s not taking any credit,” I pause, to turn and look at him. “It’s two lines of code!” I say, raising my hands in the air.
He clenches his jaw, clearly frustrated, and over what? some script?
"It’s not about how many lines it is, it's about him sticking his nose where it doesn't belong." He says.
Before I can even respond, he gets up and throws the magazine down on the floor.
He huffs in annoyance. "Fine, have your new friend help you with your code, but don't come crying to me when he messes it all up." He rolls his eyes at me.
He turns and walks away, I could hear him mumbling under his breath about how he knew the code better.
“Colin!” I call out his name, knowing we’re far from done for the day, he doesn’t even try looking back.
Could he get any more immature?
July 11, 1984 at 10:39am
your pov :
Colin being unusually late, and leaving me needing help with the program, I called in Stefan to help me with a few parts.
Of course, that’s the same time Colin walks in, and hour late.
“Colin,” I pause for a second. “You’re late.” I say, looking at him.
He huffs, walking to take a seat down next to me. “It’s not my fault, I was late because-“ He pauses, looking over at Stefan.
“-Nevermind, it’s none of your business.” He mumbles, a harsh tone in his voice.
His gaze flickers over to Stefan, give me just a split second and I could already tell he wasn’t happy with him here.
I look back over to Colin, and then to Stefan.
“Sorry, I just needed him to help me with some code.” I say, “You can go now, Stef.”
Stefan gives me a polite nod before getting up from his spot on the couch, gathering his things as he leaves.
The silence between Colin and I is almost palpable, when I turn over to look at him, we break the silence, speaking over each other.
“For fuck’s sake Colin, it’s just code.”
“You really asked him for help, again?”
Colin rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed. "It's not just about the code, it's the principle. We’ve been working on this project together for months now, and suddenly you're asking the new guy for help? What happened to trusting me?"
“I do trust you, but I’m also allowed to ask for help from others when you’re not around!” I say.
He huffs in frustration. "And what makes you think Stefan can help you any better than I can? We started this project together. Shouldn’t that warrant some loyalty?"
I stand up from my seat, though, it doesn’t make much difference. He’s got maybe 10 inches on me.
“You’re making such a big deal out of this, my god, Colin, it’s just code!”
He stands up, towering over me, his irritation clearer. “Are you stupid!?” He asks.
“It’s not about the code- It’s about-“ He trails off, looking at me.
Then just another second later, he closes the gap in between us, his hand on the back of my head as he brings our lips together.
What?
My fingers are wrapped around his arm, the one which hand is gripping the hair at the back of my head. I part from the kiss.
He looks at me, and we just stay like that for a while, in silence that speaks volumes.
He leans in even closer, his forehead against mine. "It's not just about the code," he mutters, his voice a low rumble.
"It's about us having something special and I don't want some new guy coming in and taking part in that." He says.
I hold his wrist, my thumb running over the back of his hand.
He shakes his head, “I don’t want anyone taking my place. Not with the code, not with you.” He says.
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fandoms--fluff · 1 year ago
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I wanted that events of the fic would take a place during season 2-3 where Caroline just become vampire, and Damon and Stefan's relationship were complicated. So, Stefan and Damon would get into a big argument. Stef leaves with hurt feelings. Elena and Caroline meets him in town and asks whats wrong. Stef is not in the mood, he snaps at them and says nothing. Then he leaves, gets ambushed and kidnapped.
Arguments
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Stefan Salvatore x Damon Salvatore x Caroline Forbes
Warnings: kidnapping, mentions of blood, swearing I think
A/n: My inbox is flooded with requests, I am trying to get them all written and posted to the best of my abilities. So if you have recently requested something, don't worry, I haven't forgotten. They will get written as soon as I can!
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Stefan storms out of the boarding house after just having a fight with his older brother. He wipes away the glistening tears from his eyes.
This isn't how it used to be between him and Damon. When they were human, they had the best relationship. He could go to Damon about anything and his older brother would always be the one to comfort him and he knew he could rely on his big brother.
"Just think about it, everything that happened is your fault! Mother died because you were born, Katherine stayed and turned us into vampires because she saw you, you forced me to transition, and countless other things!" Damon yelled, which resulted in Stefan leaving.
All the guilt he has tried so hard to push away comes crashing back like a wave. He keeps his composure up, walks to the park in the square, and sits on one of the benches. He takes deep breaths, not wanting to have a breakdown in public.
Caroline calls Elena, telling her about the fight that had taken place and Stefan running off in the direction of town. She had been about to leave her car which was parked outside the house when her vamp hearing picked up the screaming voices and then saw Stefan leave in a hurry.
Caroline drives as quickly as she can to Elena's house, picking her up on the way deeper into the busier parts of town.
She parks by the grill, the sun setting and she and Elena jump out of the car.
After not even two minutes, they spot Stefan hunched over on a bench, leg moving up and down repeatedly.
"Stefan!" Elena calls out to the vampire.
"Oh, Elena, Caroline, hi" Stefan looks up, surprise evident on his face.
"Are you alright?" Caroline asks softly, sitting on the bench beside him. He looks over at her, confusion in his eyes. It takes Stefan a moment until he figures that she and Elena will find out about the fight and then tell him that Damon's right. It's the knowledgeable answer, considering he just got his humanity back and trying to get back into his old routine.
Not waiting another minute, Stefan gets up and quickly vamps away. He keeps running until he's out of town and just walking through the woods.
As he's passing massive trees and stepping on fallen leaves, he gets the feeling someone is following him.
He turns around, thinking it's Caroline. But he's wrong, the last thing he sees is a muscular, tall man before getting grabbed from behind and slammed against a tree repeatedly til he passes out.
Caroline and Elena sigh. "What do we do now?" Elena asks, worriedly.
"Let's just give him some space, I'll try talking to him tomorrow," Caroline says softly. Elena nods, knowing her best friend has good judgment.
They head to the grill to have dinner.
The first word that comes to Stefan's head is pain. It feels like his entire body is on fire. He opens his eyes, only to find he's trapped in a room with no windows, only a small vent, and a door with a handle that's most definitely locked.
Looking down, he sees where the pain is coming from. There are two small stakes in his hands, pinning them down to the chair's arms. Three stakes lodged into his stomach, but not too close to get his heart. And a stake in each of his thighs, by the feeling of it, they're all the way through and sticking out at the bottom of his thighs.
He lets out a small whimper of pain, hoping whoever took him couldn't hear.
The next thing he knew was someone who walked into the room, the key to the door, he assumed, in hand and a wicked smirk playing on his face.
This can't be good, Stefan thinks to himself.
It's been four days since Caroline and Elena saw Stefan in the park, and neither of them could reach him on the phone, and couldn't find him when they searched.
Caroline made the decision to go to Damon. If anyone knows where Stefan is, it's going to be him. Well, other than Katherine, but of course this is one of the only times she can be useful and she's not here.
Without knocking, she walks into the boarding house. She walks through the house til she finds the oldest Salvatore in the library, drinking bourbon.
"Ever heard of knocking, blondie?" Damon quips.
"Oh, please, you never lock the door anyways" Caroline rolls her eyes. "Anyways, I was wondering if you know where Stefan is, I haven't been able to reach him or find him for the last four days. The last time I saw him, he was on a bench in the park, and when I asked if he was okay, he just vamped away" she tells Damon.
Damon pauses his movement to bring his glass to his lips. His head tilts, and he puts his glass down, walking toward the baby vampire.
"That may have something to do with our argument that happened," Damon says, thinking about how he hasn't been at all worried about his brother, but he isn't going to show that in front of Caroline.
"I know, I heard you guys yelling before he stormed off after" Caroline crosses her arms.
"Well then, we should go start a search party," Damon says with a smirk, hiding the fact that he's extremely worried about his baby brother.
Caroline follows Damon out of the house and into his car. "He looks at her with an eyebrow raised. "What? You think I'm going to let you look for him by yourself" Caroline says.
Damon doesn't even try to fight with her on this, starting up the Camaro. He drives up, out of town. "Where are you taking us?" Caroline asks.
"Well, if you've already checked the entire town, I'm guessing you didn't go out of town?" Damon tells her. He stops the car two meters into the woods. Caroline sends another questioning look towards him.
Damon sighs, "When we were kids, and our father was drinking more than usual, I would bring Stefan into these woods, and to a cave that I found before he was born," Damon tells her, walking towards where the cave is.
"That's...really sweet of you" Caroline shocks herself by saying this.
Stefan tries his best not to cry out in pain, he's been stuck in this place for days, and the only person he's seen was a man who he still doesn't know who he is.
"I hope your brother comes to get you soon, it'll be real sad if he gets here too late and finds his baby brother dead," The man says from where he's standing in front of the teenager.
"H-how do you know my brother?" Stefan looks at him with tired eyes.
"We used to be good buds in the eighties" The man shrugs, obviously holding back information. Stefan grunts, knowing he won't be getting any more.
As Damon and Caroline near the cave, Damon stops suddenly. The movement making Caroline bump into him. "What-"
"Shhhh. Do you hear that" he whispers to the blonde.
Caroline focuses her hearing, picking up on two shallow voices. She nods her head. They turn right and start following the voices, both familiar to Damon, one his brother's and the other he just can't place.
"Oh, it seems we have company" the man whispers into Stefan's ear before taking the screwdriver in his hand and stabbing it into the teen's neck. The action causes Stefan to cry out before his eyes glaze over and he falls unconscious.
Damon and Caroline approach an old, beat down, abandon looking cabin. Just as they step up on the porch, the tall, bulky man appears in front of the two.
"Where's Stefan?" Caroline demands more than asks, fire in her eyes.
"He's not in the best shape" the man smirks, looking at Damon the entire time.
Recognition flickers in his eyes. "Jake" Damon says. "Long time, hasn't it, Damon. I've been waiting for the day to get my revenge on you, and I must say, it feels amazing. I mean you or your brother never even saw it coming, I wonder if he's okay? I'm guessing not" Jake tells, a sadistic smile on his face.
Before he can utter another word, his heart is found in Damon hand. Caroline goes into the run down cabin, he follows right after her. "So, how exactly did you know him" Caroline brakes the silence.
"We met in the eighties and blah, blah, blah, got into a battle let's say, and he wants revenge. And that's all you get to know" Damon answers her, obviously skipping on key details.
Caroline goes one way while Damon goes the other. She finds a passage leading down to a basement. She walks down the stairs and through the hall until she comes up to a door.
Looking through the small barred area of the door, she sees Stefan slumped forward in the chair.
"Oh my god, Stefan" she gasps. "Damon, get down here!" She yells as she goes into the dungeon, torture chamber room, as she likes to call it.
Damon vamps down to the basement. He freezes when he takes in his brother's appearance and what has been done to him. Quickly coming out of it, he races over, helping Caroline pull out the stakes jammed in his little brother.
Stefan's eyes start flickering open. He looks up at the two people pulling the stakes out of him. They're...saving him? His head starts to pound, quickly closing his eyes, he passes out.
"Come on, let's go," Damon tells Caroline. He picks his brother up in his arms. He's lighter than he expected.
Carrying Stefan to the Camaro reminds Damon of carrying him to bed or through the woods when he was little. He lays his little brother in the backseat.
He drives the three of them back into town, to the boarding house. During the drive, Stefan squirms around, feeling relief in his body after sitting in that chair for almost five days. Damon's eyes go to the blind spot mirror multiple times in the short drive, making sure his little brother's alright.
When they're back at the house, Damon carries his sleeping brother into the living room and lays him on the couch. Caroline sets a fire in the fireplace as he does so.
Damon stares down at his brother's relaxed face. His eyes wander down to a bright red vein on his brother's neck. Getting a closer look, he pulls down on the collar of his shirt, revealing a nasty bite. And by the looks of it, caused by a werewolf.
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"I have a surprise for you today" Jake smiles toward Stefan.
Stefan looks behind the vampire, seeing the other man from the woods. His eyebrows knit in confusion. What's so special about a random man?
Before he could think of another question, the man came over to him. Fangs emerge from his gums and the next second, Stefan cries out in pain.
"There we go, a little spicing up" Jack chuckles. And in a second, the hybrid's head was on the ground, caused by Jack's hand slicing through his neck. "Can't have any loose ends, now can we?"
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"Blondie," Damon says. Caroline walks over and gasps at the bite mark on Stefan's neck.
"Oh my god...what are we going to do, go to Klaus? Will he even listen or-" Caroline starts working herself up. "Calm down, I'll get this all sorted out. What I need you to do, is look after Stefan, got it?" Damon looks into her eyes.
She nods before he vamps out the door, heading to a certain Original's mansion.
Caroline sits down on the other couch, across from Stefan. She takes deep breaths, trying not to freak out.
As she's spaced off in her mind, Stefan starts twitching. He soon regains the motions to move and control his body. He opens his eyes, looking around the room he's in until his eyes land on the blond sitting across the coffee tables.
"What happened? How did I get here?" Stefan croaks out.
Caroline immediately snaps out of her thoughts. She faces the other vampire, a smile growing on her face. "You're awake! Damon and I brought you back here half an hour ago, Stef" she tells him softly.
Stefan moves to sit up, but whimpers as he does. A searing pain washes through his shoulder and across his chest and neck. Caroline vamps over beside him, putting an arm around his shoulders.
"Hey, take it easy. You've been tortured for almost a week and have a werewolf bite"
"I'm gonna die," Stefan says what he's thinking.
"No. No, you're not. Damon is out fixing this right now. We just have to wait until he gets back" Caroline says with a confident attitude. She won't let Stefan die on her watch, no way in hell.
Stefan slumps against his friend, exhausted. His head is lying against her shoulder. The fabric of the shirt she's wearing is nice and soft and feels good on his cheek.
Caroline wraps her other arm around Stefan, pulling him close in her arms. They sit there, cuddled up, as they wait for Damon to come back.
Twenty minutes later the door slams open and shut, ruining the peace and quiet.
Damon vamps into the room, a glass in hand, filled halfway with blood. Blood, she can only assume is Klaus'.
"Drink, Stef," he says in the most gentle voice Caroline has ever heard him use. He holds the glass up to the younger's lips and tilts it up.
Stefan drinks the blood until there's no more to come out. He sighs as he pulls away, feeling the pain of the bite vanish.
"You feeling better now?" Damon asks. Stefan nods his head, sitting up straighter.
Caroline unwraps her arms from him and stands, "I'll leave you guys to it" She smiles lightly before leaving the room quietly.
Stefan looks up at Damon, "How did you get Klaus to give you his blood?"
"That is something that I'll never reveal" Damon answers the younger vampire, and sits beside him.
"...I'm sorry I ruined everything" Stefan quietly says, looking down at his feet.
Damon stiffens before turning to face his brother. He places a hand on his shoulder. "I didn't mean that, you didn't ruin everything, Mom's death wasn't your fault, and I know you didn't want to be alone. I'm sorry I told you they were, Stef" Damon says softly.
Stefan looks up at him, tears in his eyes, "You mean it?"
"Of course I do. Come here" Damon pulls his baby brother into his arms, hugging him close to his chest. Stefan tightly hugs him back.
"I love you, you know that, right?" Damon asks his little brother. Stefan looks up at him, nodding "I love you too".
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livlepretre · 9 months ago
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I'm really curious (sorry if you answered this question before), but do you see canon Klaus doing the same kind of things FE Klaus does?
Yes, absolutely.
FE is my unvarnished interpretation of the characters, as they were presented in the earlier seasons of the show. The entire plot of FE is even taken from a scenario Klaus himself voices: he declares in 3x05 "what I want is to take my girl, take my hybrid, and get out of this one pony town." Obviously he wants to kidnap her in order to use her for her blood. The whole thing about wanting to make sure Elena settles down with a mortal to bear children and continue her bloodline is taken from his stated intentions in the episode "The Dinner Party," also season 3. Please keep in mind that I started working on FE when season 3 was first airing, so the characterizations are GREATLY taken from that era. So, when I was first working on this fic, Klaus had no canon romances save for what we saw of his affair with Katerina in 1492. Lines like "love is a vampire's greatest weakness" had huge influence over how I envisioned him-- and the fact that his early characterizations bear this out only added fuel to the fire. Wondering things like, why use Jenna in the sacrifice??? and speculating on his psychology all fanned the flames. I saw him as emotionally cowardly, and vengeful, but also, that there was no line he would not cross. That's the fun thing about writing Klaus. If I'm trying to figure out how he will respond to something, the worst and most dramatic possibility is OBVIOUSLY the answer. Whenever I wonder if I should dial it back, I think about that time in the season 4 Christmas special when he slaughtered all of his hybrids in a mad rage and then drowned Carol Lockwood and I go LOL NO Klaus is going to Klaus, I might as well let him go as far as he wants to go.
As for other various things-- like, I think the tv show had various constraints as a teen tv show-- a lot is implied in tvd but not explicitly stated because the show couldn't. It wasn't on HBO. So, while there is a weird amount of gore (heads falling off shoulders, hearts ripped out of chests), the sex stuff is all pretty tame. I have to assume the debauchery (and the viciousness of the gore) would all be dialed up without those censorship limits-- they're vampires. Like, Stefan is called "ripper." What does that mean? What are their habits? what are their cavalier attitudes about human life?
So, for me, when I watch tvd, I absolutely do interpret it as "oh, Stefan and Klaus were fucking in the season 2-season 3 hiatus, and Rebekah is obviously incestually invovled with Klaus and in a threesome with him and Stefan"-- the subtext is there and is just too strong a vibe to interpret it otherwise, for me. But the network wasn't going there. The spiciest sex dynamic they were willing to imply was a Rebekah x Sage x Damon threesome; which, ffm is just not that big of a deal on American tv; I doubt the show would have ever gone for a mmf threesome, let alone an incestuous one, let alone with their male romantic lead (and the woman isn't even the heroine). Like, mainstream network tv just isn't going to jump into that, even though this dynamic is basically screaming itself from the rooftops.
Uhhhh and do I think Klaus would fall in love with Elena?
I mean, to me it seems like the obvious ship, which is why I keep writing about it?
I am not one to let the fact that Elena has so many love interests stop me from adding in more or seeing the potential for more.
And one of the main goals of FE was to try to write this ship as I think it would realistically play out: this is why it is so slow, and painful, and full of so many set backs.
It's the sort of ship that sets fire to everything around it and then, MAYBE, some sapling will grow out of the scorched earth.
(Well, I say maybe. Yes. Definitely some young green shoot is going to burst out of this and turn into a majestic ship tree. Or something.)
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marksbear · 2 years ago
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Thank you so much I woke up from a nap and got your great surprise of the recent sub Steven grant fic. So how about famous writer Dom reader who has very popular books. But some of them have smut in it and steven proof reads all of them. But was surprised to who have read one of his smut ones. So Steven gets his reading glasses and walks over there with just a shirt on because reader works from home. So he placed in between readers Legs and he asked him to read it to him out loud. And it's so filthy that he was blushing really hard but then reader asks him to read aloud to see if it sounds weird. Steven stutters and says thing really loud but then finds out some features remind him of him in the reader and a name that is almost the same as him too. So then reader does to Steven what is happening in the book such as opening his legs,putting his fingers in his mouth which would be use to tease him and word for word Steven is speechless because of both but he won't complain.-🐻‍❄️
Oh my goodness I love this idea! I really hope you enjoy this fic! 🐻‍❄
Editor bear: Right when I was fucking done I realized I messed up the plot of the request. 😭 Please 🐻‍❄ forgive me imma make it up to you later!
STEVEN GRANT X FAMOUS AUTHOR READER
Y/n L/n. One of the best authors in this time. His books touched every single topic and genre. lots of his books get performed on Broadway and the others get played on the big screen and television. Winning Grammy's and Oscars.
In Y/n words none of those would have ever happened if his boyfriend didn't proof read them.
Even though Y/n has a legal team and people can just read it for him. He sometimes forgets hes wealthy and begs his boyfriend to do it for him. To which his boyfriend doesn't mind at all and reads them for him. Steven loves reading and his boyfriend is one of the best writers in the world win-win for both of them.
WITH THE COUPLE!
"Steven honey! Can you come here for a sec and read this for me?!" Y/n shouts from his office.
Steven stops what he was doing and finds his reading glasses before going into his boyfriends work office wearing nothing just one of Y/n shirts that looks huge on him covering his crotch.
Y/n smiles at the sight of his boyfriend and gives him a kiss on the cheek as a hello. Y/n spreads his legs open for Steven to sit with him to which Steven quickly takes the offer making himself comfortable between his boyfriend.
"Okay since we were both ready how about I read half the chapter to you, then you read the rest? Sounds good Stevey?" Steven crosses his legs nodding a yes.
"Once Cohen cracked open the door and laid his eyes on Stefan's naked body he froze. Stefan's wet body shines in the dim light showing his curves and his muscles. Stefan's body was in full display."
Steven's body trembled and squirmed. And interrupts his boyfriend. "I didn't know you wrote smut." Y/n chuckles and says "You're surprised? you should read some of my older books."
Y/n clears his throat going back to his narrator voice.
"Cohen feels his blood rushing down to his cock as he stares at Stefan's naked body. The way Stefan moves in his body is like he knows Cohen is staring at him and hes throwing a show for Cohen. Stefan moves his hands around his chest pulling and twisting his own nipples before going down to his soft cock. He gives his cock a few lazy tugs before getting his hand wet using the water from his still wet body and begins to slowly massage his soft cock."
"The sight makes Cohen slowly unbutton his pants pulling them down to his knees and palms himself through his boxers. Once Stefan cock is fully hard he spits into his hand and properly touches himself feeling Cohen's eyes on him. Cohen watches every single movement Stefan does matching his own pace jerking himself off as well."
Everything seems so intimate even though they're a couple feet away from each other and a door between the two. They know the other is making them feel that way and it makes both of their hearts beat in the most greatest ways possible adding a forbidden trust that most people want in a pinning friendship like theirs."
Y/n finishes half the character like he said he was looking at Steven. "Your turn glasses~ I left the real fun for you." Y/n teases taking Steven's reading glasses and puts them on Steven. Steven ignores his boyfriend tease and begins to read.
"Stefan's moans gets louder and louder. His legs begin to tremble as his eyes tear up looking like a doll and his toes begin to curl. Some of his moans are replaced with fast whimpering. He speeds his cock up and down at a fast pace. His cock twitch and precum leaks out of the tip making his cock look even more shiny. Stefan's eyes roll back into his head when he feels the knot in his stomach forming. Drool runs down his chin. "cumMing~ I--im cumming!~" Stefan crosses his legs and arches his back closing his eyes tight not seeing the door open away and Cohen kneeling in front of him. He opens his eyes and gasps seeing Cohen holding onto his cock and covering his tip preventing him to cum..."
Steven stops reading and goes quiet. "You alright love? Is it too much--- oh?~" Y/n worries goes away once sees his boyfriend boner under the shirt. "So it is too much~ The scene even made my boyfriend dick hard. If that's the case I did a good job. Imagine when people read this." Y/n says to himself and laughs. Y/n raises Steven's shirt revealing the aching cock that's currently leaking precum like the character you based him from. "I gotta add more dialogue may do it later. I just wanted to focus on the actions. So~ how about we create that last scene later huh?"
Steven gives y/n a slap on the thigh before getting himself back together as Y/n puts his hands on his cock covering the tip.
"Cohen spreads open Stefan's legs. And hooks his arms under his leg and switches the positions. Stefan's back is leaning on Cohen's chest as Cohen places him on his left thigh. Cohen uses his left hand and rubs all over Stefan's chest twisting his sensitive nipples. Cohen uses his free hand to jerk himself off spitting into his hand more making his cock even easier for when he puts it inside of Stefan."
"Then it just stops..." Steven says a bit disappointed. Y/n laughs picks up Steven. "Because I wanna rest with you~ My dear Stefan."
THE END!
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kirythestitchwitch · 1 year ago
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Klaroline WIP Wed - waffle house fic - Eating Habits
Okay okay here's some Rebekah! 😊
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Rebekah Mikaelson sat down in her booth.
“Oh my god, is this where you’ve been?” She dropped her large, obnoxiously designer purse on the tabletop, scattering Caroline’s pens. “Truly, this is tragic.”
Caroline blinked, frantically wondering if vampires could have hallucinations, if maybe she just hadn’t noticed being bitten by a werewolf recently. “Rebekah?”
“Well spotted.” Digging in her purse, she pulled out a compact and a tube of lipstick. “Did you also notice that one tends to stick to the booth?” She squirmed slightly, looking disgusted.
Marcy bustled over, pulling her notepad and pen from her apron. “Well, I’ll be! Company.” She beamed at Caroline, who smiled stiffly back. “Can I get you anything?”
Rebekah paused halfway to freshening up her lipstick to examine the short, round woman. “Does everything here come with grease on it?” she asked.
The server’s smile went sharp. “No, we put the grease on special for flavor.”
Rebekah frowned. “Then no.” She returned to fixing her lipstick, Marcy clearly dismissed from her mind.
Caroline exchanged a look with the server, trying to convey some kind of wordless apology and mutual irritation. Marcy rolled her eyes but left with one finally squinty-eyed look at Rebekah.
“It’s a good thing you didn’t get anything, she probably would have spit in it,” Caroline said, reaching out to corral her pens in a pile away from her booth guest.
Looking up from tucking away her makeup, Rebekah looked disgusted. “Gross. Would you have warned me?”
“Not even a little.” She flashed Rebekah a smile as polite as it was fake.
The other girl offered her own version of the same. “It’s a wonder we left any of you alive,” she said, digging back in her purse.
Caroline tapped the end of her pen against her notebook. “So, about that: what are you doing here and how quickly can you leave?” Rebekah’s dorm was on the other end of the row closest to campus, and Caroline made an effort to avoid bumping into her when she walked past. Unfortunately, seeing her in Biology on Thursdays was unavoidable. They very diplomatically sat on opposite ends of the classroom.
“I’m hungry for a midnight snack.” Her tone of voice made it clear she thought this was obvious.
With a shrug, Caroline picked up a highlighter and started going down the list of vocabulary words. “Well, you had your chance for pie, I’m afraid.”
“Don’t be daft.” Rebekah pulled out a small, collapsible brush and started working invisible tangles out of her hair. “I don’t want pie, I want a nice brunette. Maybe a blond.”
Freezing mid-highlight, Caroline glanced at Rebekah and then around to see who was paying attention. June was busy with a table that had just been sat, and Marcy was in the back. The other tables had cleared out. No one paid her any mind. "Rebekah," she hissed quietly, "You can't just eat people in a Waffle House. Marcy's already had to clean up after some drunk kids who hurled on the bar tonight, she doesn't deserve to find a dead body in the bathroom."
The air of disdain with which Rebekah looked at her might have peeled paint. "What have the Salvatores been teaching you, baby vampire? I'd understand Stefan having no self-control–he never did–but surely Damon is old enough."
Caroline huffed bitterly. "Damon hasn't exactly been known for his self-control, either, historically. Elena's mostly guilted him into using blood bags, but I'm sure he has his cheat days."
Rebekah shuddered dramatically. "Ugh, blood bags. There’s always a plastic aftertaste, I don’t know how you stomach them.”
“Well, I’m not about to start Stefan’s bunny diet anytime soon. I don’t know how he stomachs the fur in his teeth,” Caroline said, making a face. Rebekah gave her a look she probably saved for unfortunate Dickensian orphans to lure them in before draining them dry, like Caroline was the most pitiable creature on Earth. “You know those aren’t your only options, right? Stefan’s guilt-fueled eternal Lent or the refrigerated donations intended for the injured.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder with a flippant hand. “I mean, I don’t care about that sort of thing, but you seem like the type that would. A Good Vampire, and all that.” Smiling as if that was funny, Rebekah seemed like she was trying to invite Caroline in on the joke.
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zalrb · 2 years ago
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oh my that steferine story got me 🤩 you portray katherine getting into stefan's head pretty well and elena's irrational jealousy was spot on. The thing is, she does have every reason to feel betrayed by stefan (katherine hurt her loves ones, killed her brother, tried to ruin her life...) but because of her relationship with damon, any complain she might have is automatically seen as hypocritical on her part and you showed that sooo well 1)
you're going to whine about katherine when you've been riding damon's dick like your life depended on it literally two seconds ago, elena? really? everyone in your story is side-eyeing her hard and it's glorious. But more seriously, what really got me is the convo between stelena in the end. Truly, I felt that one. I felt Elena's pain/heartbreak. I felt her finally acknowledging that she had no right to voice her feelings when it comes to Stefan. Idk if you'll continue this fic but wow."
Hey!
So, the thing about this:
The thing is, she does have every reason to feel betrayed by stefan (katherine hurt her loves ones, killed her brother, tried to ruin her life…)
is I've always felt like in the show when Elena would be jealous over Stebekah or Steferine, those reasons were more like excuses and didn't really have much to do with why she was really upset. Like, antis would always be like she isn't jealous that Stefan slept with someone else or is spending time with someone else, she's mad that he's doing it with Rebekah/Katherine and they tried to kill her and I would always be like that certainly makes things worse but Caroline, for instance, didn't do any of those things and Elena's reaction when she has no humanity is still
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with Rebekah, it's made very clear that her issue is the possibility of Stefan having feelings for her again, like besides this
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she calls her easy
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and if they kept the deleted scene it would further emphasize that because she keeps ranting about it: "Whatever he wants to do with his life is his business but I mean, come on, Rebekah?? At least have some taste!"
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then in season 4 when Stefan stops Elena from killing Katherine, she doesn't say 'Katherine has destroyed my life, you should just let me do this after everything I've been through' she's just like,
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(and in the masterlist I talk about why season 6 Caroline is different)
When Matt sleeps with Rebekah, Elena is just like, Oh they're in Amsterdam in her voiceover in 5x01 but Stefan sleeps with Katherine and she's like
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and if the argument is that Rebekah hurt Matt as well, Katherine ruined Stefan's life, so....
Like even with Tessa, she's freaking out when she thinks they slept together
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the minute she realizes they didn't sleep together, she's like oh OK then bye
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but when she's forced to stay she gets agitated seeing her touch him
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Which is all to say when I wrote this fic, Elena's sense of betrayal has nothing to do with the fact that Katherine killed Jeremy, that's kind of incidental because Damon killing Jeremy is incidental to her, there's no sense of her being on a high horse, which is also why I didn't write everything Katherine did to her, I had her talk about what Katherine did to him but even with that Stefan being like, okay .... and what about what Damon did to you? You still have no leg to stand on here.
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lambden · 3 years ago
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A Blessing of fertility
In their decades of friendship Jaskier has had plenty of fantasies where he’s been mostly naked in front of Geralt, but he never imagined the man’s family standing around too. Geralt, disappointingly immune to Jaskier’s body as always, says, “What’s the curse?” “It’s— well, I’ve been blessed, technically, according to the old priestess,” Jaskier winces. “It wasn’t my fault this time, really! I didn’t know I was fulfilling some ancient ritual just by playing a song about fertility, and before I could even thank my audience Nenneke had summoned me, chanting all this nonsense about Melitele and sacred rites. She’s very scary when she chants, do you know that? Not sexy at all, for a priestess of Melitele. I always pictured—” “Jaskier,” Geralt sighs. “Right, the blessing, yes. It revolves around repressed urges,” Jaskier says, feeling shamefaced for the first time in many years. “When people are in my presence, those urges will come to life, and they won’t be able to contain themselves.” He falls silent, expecting the assembled witchers and their sorceress to laugh in his face. Astonishingly, none do; Geralt and Eskel don matching scowls as Lambert and Yennefer step away, eyes wide with what Jaskier could almost mistake for fear. The Griffin backs away too, gaze twitching nervously around the room. The only person who offers him any response is Vesemir, slowly shaking off the cloak from around his shoulders. For a horrific, hilarious moment Jaskier thinks Vesemir intends to strip, but thank the gods, the old man only holds it out to Jaskier. “You must be freezing,” he explains, and Jaskier nods, gratefully accepting the fur. For some reason Geralt bristles, backing into a table and accidentally overturning a pitcher of water. Without hesitation, Eskel strips out of his armour, tearing his undershirt from his shoulders and hastening to mop up the spill with it. “Jaskier,” Coën interrupts, sounding like he means business. With great reluctance, Jaskier tears his gaze away from the muscles flexing in Eskel’s back. The Griffin moves past Vesemir, taking the bard’s hands in his and squeezing them gently. “How do we free you of this, my friend?”
this is another fic i'm VERY excited to share, i've been busy with life & events & etc but i still desperately want to finish this one. the premise is stated above and originally it was just going to be PWP but quickly it spiralled into something longer; story of my life. i hope this snippet pleases you and that i can publish the full fic soon!
ask me about one of my works in progress!
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Jo Harvelle/Dean Winchester | Rated: M (non-explicit)
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In this AU, Ellen and Jo never died, Ellen and Bobby are together, and Bobby was never there for the final showdown with Lucifer and Michael.
After Sam sacrifices himself, Dean doesn't know where else to turn and goes to Bobby's for the night and delivers the bad news. There, he's forced to confront an old friend he'd wronged, and try to make things right while he figures out what to do in this new reality without his brother.
Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two
Preview:
Jo watched him as he did it, taking note that there was only one bottle left in the six pack after the one he took. "Is that your fourth?"
"You counting my drinks now, Harvelle?" He teased with a tinge of a smirk.
"How long has it been since your first one?"
"You must be fun at parties," He snickered, taking a sip. He glanced over, only to find her incredulous look still fixed on him. "I'm good, Jo," he pat his hand on her knee. "Promise."
Though Jo still worried about him, she had to admit he did seem like he was finally relaxed. The classic Dean Winchester was even peeking through a bit. Plus, given his circumstances, she didn't want to prod him any further about it.
"You never went to any parties, did you?" He said, making more of an observation than asking a question.
"What makes you say that?"
"I don't know... Getting drunk, acting like a jackass in front of a bunch of people, it doesn't really seem like your scene."
"Oh yeah? And what do you think my scene was?"
"Wherever the hell you wanted to be," he smiled fondly to himself. "You definitely weren't going to be anywhere just cause everyone else was, or because it was cool. I'd guess you were somewhere your mom didn't want you to be, doing something she didn't want you to do."
Jo cracked a smile, a laugh escaping her lips. "Damn. You're good."
"Be honest, did you ever date a bad boy just to piss off your mom?"
She didn't answer.
"I knew it." Dean grinned in gratification.
"How did you know?"
"Cause girls like you dated me in high school for that very reason."
"Why does that not surprise me? You know, most guys grow out of the whole bad boy thing."
"So you think I'm a bad boy, huh?"
"I think you think you're a bad boy."
"So what would you say I am, then?"
"Fishing for compliments."
Being with him now, laughing, teasing, it all felt exactly the same- they'd picked up right where they left off as if no time had passed at all.
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withahappyrefrain · 3 years ago
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Fully here for a needy subby Peter fic 👀 🙋🏼‍♀️
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Like as much as I love reading fics where he's a dom.....subby Peter just....does something to me
My personal headcannon is that he's a switch and leans more sub at the beginning stages of his relationship, ESPECIALLY his first relationship after Gwen also the man confirmed in NWH that he hasn't dated since Gwen so he would be needy
Oh man, I'm so excited to write this I'm going to make a playlist
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babybluebex · 3 years ago
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i am egg sausage bc i'm watching my nephew tonight and he's 2 so yknow how that goes. but he's asleep now. and if you liked my tommy shelby fic you're really gonna enjoy tomorrow morning :)
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painboyridesagain · 4 years ago
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Tim stares up at the aforementioned sheared cross, which tops the church’s shingled spire. It’s missing the arm-parts, and what remains has been carved into a jagged spear. Definitely spooky enough to earn a nickname. He tries to let an overwhelming fear and awe of god fill his soul at the sight, but it doesn’t really work. Maybe if he wasn’t Jewish. Or more afraid of clowns.
Tim gets paired with Jon for his first big research assignment. Things don't go that great.
Everything I write is good, but this is really good. Check it out!
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qlala · 5 years ago
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i made the mistake of asking for prompts in december and now y’all are getting a full-fledged holiday one-shot instead of a drabble fill, i’m so sorry
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