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[marleyelona]

WELCOME TO...

[ DEAL WITH THE DEVIL ]

A Mason Lockwood Dark Romance

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'MASON & EVELYN'

Synopsis

AS WE ALL KNOW Mason Lockwood arrives in Mystic Falls with Katherine Pierce, but in this story he is not desperately in love with the doppelganger. He's in love with someone else. A witch named Evelyn Deveraux, who was taken from him by Klaus Mikaelson to use the enchantress for her power of expression. 

Mason soon discovers that his innocent Evelyn is not so innocent after all when he unboxes her darkest secrets. Secrets Evelyn tried hard to keep hidden, especially from the love of her life. 

Can Mason learn to accept the darkest parts of her? And can Evelyn learn to forgive herself and find redemption from her past sins? 

Find out as we follow Mason on his journey to save the woman he loves from Klaus' grasp, even if he has to make a deal with the devil.

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'THE WITCH & THE WEREWOLF'

THEY HAD THAT RIDE OR DIE KIND OF LOVE

"When it feels like the world is against you, I promise, you still have me in your corner."

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DEAL WITH THE DEVIL | (meet the cast)

MASON LOCKWOOD

(TAYLOR KINNEY)

30/Werewolf/Surfer/Member of the Monroe Werewolf Clan/5'11

EVELYN "EVE" DEVERAUX

(CAITLIN STASEY)

24/Witch/Former French Quarter Witch/Former Druid for the Monroe Werewolf Clan/5'1

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ALSO STARRING...

THE POWER OF SISTERHOOD

(JANE ANN & SOPHIE DEVERAUX)

THE DEVIL HERSELF

(KATHERINE PIERCE)

THE MONROE WEREWOLF CLAN 

(WEREWOLF-WITCH HYBRIDS)

THE NIECE & NEPHEW 

(TYLER LOCKWOOD & MONIQUE DEVERAUX)

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DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own the Vampire Diaries. All rights go to Kevin Williamson, Julie Plec, L.J Smith, the CW and any others that made the show possible. I do, however, own my characters: Evelyn Deveraux and the Monroes along with their backstories and their storylines within the show. I also own the rights to any other OCs I might add in the future.

GRAPHICS: I MAKE the gifs that are used throughout this book. Although, occasionally I will use gifs I find on google. Any gifs I haven't made, all rights should go to those whom created them. I also do the aesthetics and covers that are made.

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️: violence, coarse language, age gap relationship, gore, death or talks of death, murder, mental health issues, and detailed sex scenes will appear in this book.

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STARTED : August 15, 2022

ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED ON WATTPAD  : August 16, 2022

PUBLISHED HERE : March 27, 2025

FINISHED : ongoing

[manzanamarim]

The ✨WRIGHT ✨ ANYTHING ✨ AGENCY ✨

[sacklumi]

compiled pony doodle digitalizations of the last coupla weeks

[artisticwerks]

My Little Pony Express: Mouthwashing is Magic

[ghostlyeris]

this episode's a BIG one for pilot program shippers folks

[nothatsmi]

I don't know what I miss more, having free time to draw or these fellas

The raven cycle!!!!

Oh I love these guys. Everything about these books, I want to draw them soooo much more (I probably will)!!

Guys I'm back-

It has been a nightmare lately this is the only thing I managed to draw in weeks? Finals and uni stuff that's taking all of my time and energy, slowly turning me into a cafeinated slug (worst part is caffeine doesn't even have an effect on me? I only drink coffee for the TASTE can you imagine). Anyway the rush won't be over until end of January but hopefully I'll be able to ignore the stress and draw anyway :)

[the-colourful-witch]

🚂The Hogwarts Express🚂

I loved working on this piece, putting my own spin on the design of the carriage and the candy trolley :) 🍭 The Hogwarts Express scenes are always so amazing and cozy and fun, so I thought it time to do something with it :)

I hope you enjoy this one! Have fun spotting all the little magical details :) ✨⚡️🚂

[benevolenterrancy]

one is a respectable adult monk, the other is 500 years immortal being, and yet somehow they're both complete children...

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

I cannot wait for this Stan to reconnect with his Ford.

I still haven't figured out HOW exactly they'll meet yet, but I do think that Ford would ATTACH himself to Stanley and talk his ears off forever when they eventually get comfortable :] and Stanley would listen because HOLY SHIT, THAT'S HIS BRO HE HASN'T SEEN FOR 40-ISH YEARS, HE MISSED HIS VOICE. Nonstop certified Yapper & Listener relationship <3

Stanley looks dead faced because of his ingrained poker face, but he's thouroughly enjoying it, even if sometimes he has no idea what the fuck Ford is saying. He never interrupts him though, since he knows people usually ignore or interrupt him mid-talk already. So sometimes Stan gets stuck in awkward situations where he has to leave or do stuff, but also doesn't have it in his heart to stop Ford and extract himself out of a (one-sided) conversation.

[thistlerock]

I think Gorgug grows up trying to take up as little space as possible.

I think that as a child, before he was all that conscious of his own decisions, he broke a lot of stuff. That's fine, small children do that and his parents have had him since he was a baby. A huge baby, especially for gnomes. A huge baby that grew into a toddler the size of his parents who's (again, normal and okay) tantrums did actual property damage because he's an orc. They were never mad at him for it, they'd never be mad at a child experiencing big emotions and not yet able to process them or understand consequences, but we know how their families reacted to that. We know that they always saw him as something that would grow up to be a threat.

I think that pretty much as soon as he develops a sense of it Gorgug starts feeling ashamed. He's ashamed of how nothing ever fits right, and of how loud he gets when he's upset, and of how the other kids in the neighbourhood (because it's a small folk neighbourhood!!) get scared of him sometimes, and of how when he has bad dreams he breaks his bed and is unable to control himself, like a baby. There was probably a time where he thought he was really clumsy and he was ashamed of that too, but by the time he turns like twelve Gorgug kind of understands that he's not more clumsy than the average kid, it's just that every time he drops something or bumps into a shelf it'll do so much more damage than if anyone else he lives around were to do the same.

(And his parents are talented tinkerers but sometimes their work is so delicate and all he ever does is wreck things. He doesn't dare touch it no matter how much they try to share this passion with him — eventually they assume he just doesn't like it and they would never force him to do something he doesn't want. Gorgug doesn't let himself discover how much he enjoys it until sophomore year. I wonder if he regrets all those years he spent fearing the possibility of ruining things and depriving himself of something he ended up loving.)

(And he was never "stupid", it's just that all he ever thought himself of was a brute so he never entertained the possibility of his own intelligence until faced with it. He didn't know he could thrive academically so it wasn't something he ever considered committing to. He literally just played bloodrush because he was good at it, not because he liked it. He just thought he had to, and he thought math is something he couldn't possibly do. Why try?)

Entering Highschool Gorgug is very shy, and he doesn't really have friends. Adults always like to blame the latter on the first, but sometimes it's the other way around and sometimes it's a vicious cycle. Sometimes you're six years old and none of the kids in your elementary school class are anything like you but you desperately try to fit in until you slip up and show them how much of a freak you are one time (I think he got mad. I think he broke a table. I think someone cried. I think maybe there was a teacher who was so much smaller than him and looked at him as if he were something to be feared. I think that in that moment he decided that he is. Or at least his rage, maybe.) and then you never get to have friends again and you shrink in on yourself and you don't understand how anyone else does it — it's not even that you're scared you just don't understand, and maybe you just want to be alone. And then a happy outspoken child grows into a shy teenager because they don't have any friends.

I think Gorgug is careful. He is so gentle and empathetic and kind and he is so careful because every time he isn't something breaks. And every time he raises his voice someone is scared of him and all he ever wants is people to not be afraid. So he hunches over, and he stands in the corner, and he scoots to the very edge of the bench so you don't have to sit too close to him, and he takes every insult to his face without fighting back lest he'll get upset and despite all his fucking efforts all it takes is one asshole to take it too far and he feels himself snap and all he wants to do is break something and hurt and twist and kill. And that scares him. He doesn't allow himself to be angry (and as wonderful as Digby and Wilma are they don't understand. They don't understand that he has to be, that he has to let it out some time.) so he bottles it up and every time it explodes out of him he doesn't know how to handle it other than to swing his axe and kill maul bite snarl kill.

But then, his adventuring party seems to not mind his rage, or his size, or his freakish strength. If anything they seem to like it, or at least respect him for it. He's never considered doing something like music before because that's for talented people and it's art and he doesn't do art because his hands are only good for destruction, not creation. Right? He does the music anyway. It's nice because there he's allowed to be angry on the drums and no one thinks it's weird.

He meets a girl that finds his rage attractive and he was scared that he'd scared her but he didn't. Ragh becomes one of his dearest friends and maybe for the first time Gorgug looks at a raging (half-)orc — all snarling and panting and bearing his teeth and twitching at any sound or scent — and doesn't find himself appalled because all he sees is someone that's fighting to keep him and his friends safe. And oh, maybe it's okay to be enraged.

I think he grows into a young man that doesn't love being angry but stops hating it too. He likes, in a way, that he gets angry over the right things, and he likes that being angry enables him to protect those he cares for. In the end his rage is a survival instinct and it's good to be alive. That leads to him, for a while, only accepting his rage as something that's fine to express in combat, and if it's outside of combat then only to his friends. There's still this need to make himself palatable, to tone himself down so everyone stays comfortable around him, but that also fades eventually.

During junior year he does finally come out of his shell enough to just express his anger the second he feels it. I think it is liberating and it's also the scariest thing he's ever done, and he went through a forest that made him confront his deepest fears already. (And that's exactly what it was. The inconvenience to his parents, the fear it strikes in others, the rejection it brings, the way it seems to reduce him to a weapon or maybe a wild animal and to some people including parts of him means he absolutely cannot be an intelligent or loveworthy person. He's always been afraid of his own rage.)

I think that if a younger Gorgug could see his older self snarl at one of his friends for making a joke about his parents' lawnmower, with his tusks fully grown out and muscle finally starting to fill out his clothes a little, so strong and so dangerous and so unashamed of it, he'd feel no relief and only horror. I think acceptance is something that feels alien to him right up until he suddenly achieves it.

[vigilskept]

i knew it was going to be rough, but choosing to save minrathous over treviso as rook de riva is actually brutal

[marleyelona]

[ DEAL WITH THE DEVIL! ]

Prologue

[ Kill or Be Killed ]

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THE CLUB WAS PACKED, the neo lights flicking above the bar as the sound of common banter filled the room, which was usually followed by exaggerated laughter. Evelyn Deveraux giggled as she stumbled through the crowd club. Spotting her boyfriend, Mason Lockwood, she squealed, dragging her best friend, Katherine Pierce, along with her. 

"Hello, baby," she cooed, wrapping her arms around his neck and placing herself on his lap. 

"Mm...Hi, baby," he greeted, biting into his bottom lip, as he squeezed her ass, eliciting a yelp from the girl. Pulling her closer, he brought her into a slow, lingering kiss. The taste of alcohol coated their tongues, which only seemed to electrify the kiss. 

Katherine noticed the man she knew as Jimmy sitting next to Mason, watching the couple closely with jealousy in his eyes. His grip on his beer bottle tightened as he brought it up to his lips and took a swig, before slamming it back down on the counter in front of him. 

Moans slipped from the couple's lips as they devoured each other. Their hands discovered every inch of each other's bodies, while their tongues danced together in perfect harmony. 

"Ew! Get a room!" Katherine groaned in disgust, breaking the couple apart. 

"Sorry," Eve spoke sympathetically, sending both their friends an apologetic smile. 

"I gotta pee," Mason informed his girlfriend, who removed herself from his lap, so he could get to his feet. "But why don't you order yourself a drink. Put it on my tab." 

"Thank you, baby." She grinned widely at the gorgeous man in front of her. 

"I love you," he cooed, placing one final kiss on her lips, before ducking off to the bathroom. 

Eve watched Mason go until he disappeared from view. She then turned around and leaned on the bar, waving the bartender over, who gestured he would be there in a minute. Evelyn sent him a nod and a polite smile. 

Jimmy's eyes travelled down to the witch's ass, a sinister smirk tugged at his lips when a idea popped inside his head—Jimmy has had the hots for Eve ever since they met. 

Katherine watched as the werewolf pushed himself to his feet. Walking over to stand beside Eve—standing way too close for comfort. In fact it was so close, she could even feel his warm breath on her neck.  

She forced a smile and turned her attention to her boyfriend's best friend, "Jimmy," she greeted.  

"You and Mason are getting pretty serious, huh?" he questioned casually with a hint of jealousy in his tone. 

"Yeah!" Eve grinned widely. "He actually asked me to move in with him." 

"Wow! That was quick! Considering you and I—" 

"We went on one date, Jimmy," she sneered, finally taking a step back from the clearly drunk male. "Over a year ago! Get over it" she sneered.  

Katherine smirked at her friend's jab—Evelyn Deveraux was a great example for 'don't judge a book by it's cover.' She might of looked like a sweet little angel, someone you'd most definitely take home to mummy. But in saying that, if you dare cross her, she could make you wish you were never born—she could definitely hold her own. 

"Are you telling me, you don't miss me?" He took a step closer to the petite woman, their bodies dangerously close as his hand slid up her leg until he reached her ass, where he then proceeded to give it a bruising squeeze. 

Eve gasped, "No, I absolutely do not!" she snapped, shoving him hard in the chest, making him stumble backwards, knocking over a stool in the process. "Now, I suggest you back off before I'm forced to make you." She held her head high with her arms crossed over her chest. 

"You were always kinky." His smirk was almost sinister as he roughly grabbed her waist, pressing her hard up against the bar. Grabbing hold of her face, he forcefully kissed her, Eve unable to fight out of his tight grip. His need for her mixed with his drunken state, turned him into a starved animal. But before Eve could use a spell to get the man that reaked of Alcohol off her, Katherine had grabbed his shirt and yanked him back, pressing him down on the bar as she bared her fangs. 

"She told you to back off, mutt!" she growled, her dark veins appearing under her eyes. 

"Vampires and witches," Jimmy's tone was laced with distaste. "Man, Mason's really lost the plot," he sneered as he pushed Katherine off him when her grip had loosened and stormed off. 

"Are you okay?" Katherine asked her friend in concern, rubbing her arm gently. 

"I'm fine. Thanks for that," she murmured, sending her friend a tight smile. 

"Anytime. I love putting mutts in their place," Katherine smirked proudly.  

The two girls shared a chuckle, "Shut up," giggled Eve, playfully shoving the vampire. 

"Drink?" 

"Most definitely."

Katherine turned and went to motion for the bartender, but when Eve called out to her, she turned back around. 

"Katherine?" 

"Yeah?"

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell Mason about any of this. I mean, Jimmy's he's best mate—"  

"My lips are sealed," she said, pretending to zip her lips shut, locking it with a pretend key, then tossing said key away, earning herself a smile in response. 

"Thankyou. I'll get the drinks. It's the least I can do after you saved my ass," she said, pulling out her wallet and stepping up to the bar as the bartender walked over. 

"What can I get ya, sweetheart?" Carlos asked. 

Katherine stood back and as she turned her head, spotting Mason coming out of the bathroom, that's when an evil smirk crossed her lips, "I'll be right back," she informed her friend, earning a hum in response—she was currently busy talking to Carlos about what the best cocktails were on the menu. 

"Mason!" Katherine greeted, coming over to him and pulling him in for a hug. They hadn't had a chance to greet each other yet as he was too busy sucking face with her best friend. 

"Hey, Kathy," he smiled, pulling away from her. 

"I need to tell you something," she said, all happiness draining from her face. 

"What is it?" Mason grew concerned. 

"Argh! Eve would kill me if she knew I was doing this—" 

"Kath, what is it?" 

"Jimmy. He, uh...he tried to make a pass at her," she blurted out, pretending to feel extremely guilty for blabbing when Eve trusted her not to.

"What?!" Mason's eyes widened. 

"She told him no, of course. But he forced himself on her. Lucky I was there to pull him off." 

Pure rage. That's what Mason was feeling at that moment. His hands clutched into fists, shaking in anger, "Thanks for telling me," he said calmly. "You're a good friend, Kathy. But I'll handle it from here."

A smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she watched him stormed off in search of his best friend. 

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The ruckus in the club was starting to die down as people were filtering out, ready to call it a night. Jimmy was still sitting at the bar, sipping on his beer. He rolled his eyes as he glanced over to see Eve and Katherine dancing together seductively. 

Placing his beer down, he pulled out his wallet, "All right, Carlos. That's it for me," he said, pulling the correct amount of money out and placing it down on the counter, before he pushed himself to his feet, stumbling slightly—he was hammered. 

"Take it easy, buddy. Don't you drive," Carlos called after him, watching him wearily as he weaved through the retreating crowd of people. 

"Yeah, yeah," Jimmy whined, waving a dismissive hand. 

As Jimmy walked out of the bar, he missed his best friend sitting at a table by himself, shooting daggers with his at his back. Mason was fuming. Taking a final swig from his beer, he placed it down on the table and got to his feet. Walking over to the bar, he downed a shot,  meeting Katherine's eye on the dance floor, who smirked watching him stalk after the werewolf, anger radiating off him. 

"Hey, Jimmy!" As they reached the carpark, Mason shoved Jimmy from behind, making him stumble slightly forward, but he managed to catch himself.

"Whoa!" He chuckled nervously. "Hey, Mason. Easy. I think we both should get home, aye?" 

"Screw you!" Mason snapped, shoving him hard in the chest. "I know what you tried to do to Evelyn. Man, that's not cool." 

Jimmy scoffed, "Of course she came running to you. That fucking slut wanted me. Did she tell you that, huh?" 

Mason practically growled as he lunged forward, grabbing Jimmy by the throat with both hands, but Jimmy managed to push Mason off him. 

"Dude! Come on! It's me. Jimmy! Your best mate. You really gonna fuck with that for some bitch! Whatever happened to 'bros before hoes'? Huh?!" 

Mason narrowed his eyes, seething with anger as he swung his fist, connecting with his nose, causing him to fall back, blood oozing from his nostrils, "She's not a whore!" 

Jimmy pushed himself to his feet, using Mason's jeep to aid him, before surging forward and grabbing hold of Mason's shirt, pulling him closer, so their faces were inches apart, "You don't want to do this, buddy," he hissed in his face. "Come on, she's not worth your time, mate. She's a fucking slut. Probably sucking someone off as we speak." 

"I'll kill you!" 

Jimmy simply shoved him to the ground. Mason hit the concrete face first. Jimmy then started to kick Mason in the stomach when he tried to stand. As Mason rolled over, groaning in pain, Jimmy hovered over him, throwing punch after punch, refusing to let up. 

Mason caught his arm and shoved him back. He then charged at him, throwing him over his shoulder and slamming him down on the concrete. Jimmy's head hit the pavement hard, breaking his skull. Mason's eyes widened as he heard it. Glancing down at his best friend, he noticed his eyes were wide open and he wasn't moving. 

"Jimmy? Jimmy?" He grabbed onto his chin, shaking him slightly, but it was too late, blood oozed from the back of his head, staining the concrete. 

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Eve giggled, her arm linked with Katherine's, stepping out into the cool night air, which they both desperately needed after a long night of drinking to their heart's content. 

They came to a stop when they noticed a group of people gathering in the middle of the carpark. 

"What do you think's going on over there?" Eve enquired curiously. 

Katherine simply shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know. Let's go check it out!" she said excitedly, jogging over to the crowd and dragging her hesitate friend with her.

"Mason?" Eve gasped when she spotted Mason hovering over Jimmy, who wasn't moving. "What happened?" she asked in concern, her eyes widened when she noticed the pool of blood under Jimmy's head, his chest still as a statue. 

"Kathy told me about what happened," Mason croaked, running a hand through his hair as he pushed himself to his feet and started to pace back and forth.  

 Eve snapped her head around to glare at Katherine, "You said you wouldn't say anything!" 

Katherine raised her hands in the air, "You're my best friend, I was looking out for you. What if that jerk tried again?" 

Eve ignored her friend's response, turning her attention back to her boyfriend, "So, you what, just killed him?" 

"He hit on you! He needed to know that wasn't okay. But I didn't mean to kill him," he panicked, coming to stand in front of the two girls.

Mason's whole body shook as he struggled to breathe, chest heaving up an down, unable to find the right words in his panicked state. 

Eve gasped, placing her hand over her mouth, "Oh, Mas." She knew exactly what that meant. Immediately, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into her chest for a tight embrace. 

"He's dead. I killed him," he cried onto his girlfriend's shoulder, soaking her shirt with his tears. 

Katherine glanced at Jimmy's body and a big smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. 

"Everything's gonna be okay," Eve whispered, running her fingers through his hair, but her eyes were narrowed on the back of Katherine's head. She wasn't stupid. She knew this was no accident. "I'm gonna help you through this," she promised, a determined look crossing her face. 

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[zaiofender]

shoutout to witch hat atelier for that one bonus chapter on the importance of clothing as a means of self expression

[captainzigo]

electra from starlight express :)

[jackklinemybeloved]

I could write an essay on Ame’s witchiness and gender… the way she was abandoned for causing too much chaos and should “know better” at age five, how her natural self is something she should be afraid of and keep in check, the difference in personality between a seven year old Ame who doesn’t have to perform gender for anyone vs. an adult Ame who is trying to fill a role in the community and as a result is much more subdued and maternal when talking to the people of Toma, making an effort to “be kind” because any expression of rage was seen as dangerous, “she’s not a girl; she’s a witch!”, her knowing that she is different from her maternal mentor and feeling like she is failing at her responsibilities, her instincts and ways of thinking constantly being put into question by those around her, particularly Suvi who had never felt uncomfortable in the role she was born to fill.

(deep breath)

her veiled explanation of the coven of elders to Keen being “a council of women who recently decided whether I should remain a part of it” (even as she’s obfuscating she emphasizes being an outsider in a group of women), her feeling like an outsider in the binary world of humans vs. spirits (which Eioghorain this episode says is not as clear a binary as humans make it out to be), how often she is accused of being too brash, too impulsive, too much, too foolish, and you should not be this way.

anyway. I have a lot of feelings on this aspect of Ame’s character. for reasons.