#april2021promptchallenge

[hellotvshowtrash]

Major angst warnings!!! As well as canon typical violence and gore. Description of blood and requests of blood and death. 

Elijah x reader

Due to recent problems with witches the reader dies in his arms. As she bleeds out and her heart stops beating, Elijah sings THEIR SongTm Like I’m Gonna Lose You by Megan Trainor. And then klaus and Rebekah have to pry him off of them and practically drag him away kicking and screaming because it’s been hours (maybe days) and he’s just sitting there, soaked in her blood and cradling her slowly decomposing body.

Well... you asked for it!

Like I’m Gonna Lose You

TW: lots of blood, major character death, graphic depictions of death and postmortem decomp, hella sadness, ((sort of song based as in the ask above!)) using witches as a cop out just like plec did <3 this is by far the darkest fic I have ever written, please feel free to skip if any of this makes you uncomfortable!

Word count: 1.4K

My submission for the April2021promptchallenge! Prompt was “I wanted to be better than this.” “Maybe next time.”

I was going to make a moodboard but this gif is too fitting and good to not use

The humid Louisiana air clung to them as they swayed, gripping each other tightly despite the sweat trickling down their skin. Elijah wrapped his arms around his love, taking in the scent of her hair around him, his eyes closing in bliss. She clutched him back, breathing heavily. Golden lights hung around the pair, the silver moon glinting in the sky. The perfect night for such a perfect pair.

Elijah opened his eyes from his dream to his reality, sitting, rather than dancing, cradling her in his arms. The sticky sweat and humid air was replaced with the hot scent of iron and the thick sheen of blood. Nothing had prepared him for this. Nothing had prepared him to lose another one of his lovers. His throat felt tight, no sound escaping him as his eyebrows furrowed at the sight of her. Confusion riddled his mind, how could this have happened? How is she here now, bloody and broken when she was just dancing with him the previous night? Her smile was so wide and radiant then as she admired the new ring on her finger.

Now, she was choking, losing her consciousness and looking at him desperately. She reached up weakly, cupping his cheek with a blood covered hand.

Blood poured from her, in no slow fashion, from multiple wounds across her body. He had tried to feed her his blood, it proved fruitless rather quickly. He had made it to the empty compound in time to cradle her gently, his whispered vows and her gurgled cries filling the soundless concrete walls. He clenched his jaw, his tears creating streaks down his face.

One thing hadn’t changed from his dream, and that was the silvery hue of the moon pouring in from the open roof above them. It illuminated her in a way that Elijah had once deemed divine, but now, now it was horrible and tragic but still somehow beautiful because it was her, and it was always her and it would never not be her. He caressed her face gently and she blinked at him, her own diamond of a tear cleaning a path down her cheek.

Elijah’s breath stuck in his throat, his voice coming in a croak when he tried to string together something coherent. “I never meant to take you for granted,” he whispered to her. His voice was deeper and more gravelly than normal, and it made her smile. Even wrought in pain, her smile still made his heart jump. “I wanted to be better than this,” he choked before sobbing, dropping his forehead to hers. She shifted underneath him and he realized she had chuckled.

“Maybe next time, yeah?” She coughed and a trickle of blood escaped the corner of her mouth. Elijah opened his eyes to look into hers, placing a soft kiss on her cracked lips. Like a puff of smoke, her breath escaped her lips for one last time and her hand went slack, falling from its place on Elijah’s cheek. His face twitched at the cool air making contact with the blood she left behind before he let a choked whine through his clenched teeth, his ears unable to find her comforting heartbeat. He squeezed her tightly against his body, her own limp and lifeless.

Elijah wasn’t sure how much time had passed, sitting against the concrete wall, holding onto her. He knew that the sun had come up and gone down at least twice. He knew that the body - her body- was slowly bruising and becoming cold, a smell had begun to accumulate and her cheeks had started to sink in. But still, he held her. He held her and talked to her, telling her all the things he should have said when she could still listen. And he sang to her, but he didn’t really sing because Elijah Mikaelson doesn’t sing, but he did say their song to her as if she could hum along like she used to.

“I’m gonna love you,” he whispered, pushing her hair away from her face. “Like I’m gonna lose you,” and his voice cracked as he sobbed. “I’m gonna hold you, like I’m saying goodbye.”

The footsteps came before he was ready.

“Goodbye, my love,” he whispered to her, kissing her forehead one last time.

“Dear god, brother, what happened?” Klaus was next to him in a beat, avoiding the now dry puddle of blood beneath Elijah and his love.

“I’m… not sure,” Elijah answered in a daze. “One moment we were dancing and the next..” he drifted off, his eyes staring past Klaus and now Rebekah and Freya who held each other in horror.

Freya reached out and grabbed Klaus’s shoulder, gesturing to a mark on the body’s hand. “Witches,” she whispered. Elijah hadn’t noticed the mark before, not through his grief. He stared down at it, feeling as though his gaze could burn the mark off her cold skin.

Klaus took a moment to take in Elijah’s appearance. Dried blood coated his white button up, a bloody, smudged handprint covered his right cheek. His hair was disheveled and tears stains covered his cheeks.

“Sister, get a sheet, please,” Klaus murmured. In a whisper of air Rebekah was gone and back again, white sheet in hand. “Elijah, you must let her go,” Klaus put his hand on his brother's shoulder.

“No.” Elijah responded immediately, his own voice loud in his ears.

“Broth-,”

“No, Niklaus. I cannot leave her. I can’t let her go. This wasn’t supposed to happen,” only then did Elijah lift his eyes to meet his brother’s, realizing that Klaus was dirty with mud and blood. He looked over at Rebekah and Freya, both were frayed and Freya was slightly wounded, but all in all, they were okay. “Where were you?” Elijah asked quietly, his eyes not leaving Freya’s.

Freya’s heart broke in her chest as her eyes welled with tears. “We were dealing with these same witches.” She gestured to the body cradled by Elijah. “We should have been here,” she said, leaving Rebekah’s side and moving closer to her brother, keeping her eyes locked on his. “I’m so sorry, Elijah.” As she talked to him, Rebekah and Klaus worked gently to remove the body from Elijah’s lap. Elijah didn’t necessarily let them, but he didn’t fight them either. He maintained eye contact with his sister and as soon as his lap was freed he collapsed into her arms, sobs tearing free from his lips. Klaus and Rebekah moved the body to the nearest table, wrapping her in the sheet supplied by Rebekah. Klaus swallowed roughly and turned back to his brother.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, brother.” Freya helped Elijah stand and Klaus moved to Elijah’s other side, helping him up the stairs of the abattoir. Elijah caught a glimpse of the body in the sheet laying on the table and broke once more, dropping to his knees on the stairs, his siblings trying to keep him afloat. He turned and rested his head against the railing, staring at it - at her.

In his long thousand years, a grief like this hadn’t ever consumed him. Not because he wasn’t aware of the risks being with him carried, because he was fully aware of them, but because he had worked tirelessly to keep her safe in the last two years of the relationship they shared, because he knew they should have been safe.

“Her ring,” he croaked, his hand extending through the railing in her direction. Rebekah, still standing next to the table, moved to uncover her left hand and pull off the ring that lay delicately on her finger. Once it was in her possession, Elijah’s hand fell and he closed his eyes, his cheek pressing up against the cool metal of the railing.

As hard as it was for Klaus to be, he was speechless. He had never seen such a visceral reaction from his usually level headed brother. Freya choked back her own sob, the pain in her brother radiated and she felt it too. Rebekah didn’t dare make eye contact with any of her siblings, her eyes couldn’t leave the body of the girl she almost got to call sister.

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Elijah now stands in front of the freshly bricked tomb, his eyes unmoving from what he knows lay inside. A whirlwind of events led him here and he wonders what he could’ve done differently to save her. He lays his palm across the brick, his eyes filling with tears again.

“Maybe next time, darling.”

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Taglist: @elijahs-wife @dumble-daddy @alwaysfangirlingish @akshi8278 @drachentraum @nikmikaelsonswife @njeancastro316 @mikaelson-emma @brown-eyed-babes

For Elijah, Klaus and Kol only: @malfoys-demigod

[imgoingtofreakoutnow]

Emptiness of the Heart

Summary: During a trip in New Orleans you meet Elijah and you feel like you've finally found the one... unfortunately his attentions put you in dangerous situations so, to keep you safe, he decides to wipe your mind from all the memories you had with him... but will that be enough to erase him from your heart?

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Prompt: "I wanted to be better than this"

Warnings: descriptions of drowning in the first part, little talk about amnesia (?), pretty angsty

Words: 1.3k

A/n: I wasn't really planning on joining @hellotvshowtrash 's #April2021PromptChallenge but then I made this moodboard, inspiration hit me and here we are! Hope you like it!💞✨

Tags: @elijahs-wife @elijahswife @dumble-daddy @imaginearyparties @raemikaelson @thedumpster-fire

Water.

It was everywhere.

You couldn't see. You couldn't scream. You couldn't breathe. All you could feel was its deadly cold embrace pulling you deeper in its darkness. A voice, muffled and far away from there, whispered in your ear.

"I wanted to be better than this, Y/n. For you. For us..."

Your lungs were aching, begging for air, begging for you to open your mouth and inhale. And the more the pain grew, the less you were able to think, to move, to hold your breath...

"I destroyed everything again, like all the things I've ever touched"

As you closed your eyes, your conscience leaving your frozen body, you opened your mouth. The cold water became fire sliding down your throat and filling your lungs.

"Forgive me, my love"

You woke up in a mess of hair and covers sticking to your sweaty skin. Coughing and clutching your drumming heart you breathed deeply, welcoming every ounce of oxygen down your lungs. Even though it wasn't real, a phantom pain lingered in your chest to remind you the nightmare you had just escaped.

And behind the fright, behind the invisible pain searing your lungs, there was that senseless feeling of emptiness, of a missing piece that you never had, of a touch that was never yours. Of someone you had forgotten.

Moving your hair from your face, a warm light caressed your skin and your eye. Turning to your window, you noticed a pink sky through the blinds. With a sigh, you stood from your bed with a rustling sound as all the covers fell on the floor, cold as ice under your bare feet.

"I need a shower..."

—

"You need to sleep more, Y/n"

In the chaotic enviroment of the cafe, you gave a quick glance at your mother. Sat at the opposite side of the table, she was menacingly pointing a teaspoon to your face. "The bags under your eyes are darker than your coffee"

"I do sleep, mom" you sighed, rolling your eyes. "It's not my fault if I can't sleep more than four hours per night" you added, taking a sip of coffee. Its bitter taste, however strong, was still not enough to completely shake you from your sleepiness.

"But you never had problems sleeping!" she exclaimed, adding the fifth sugar cube in her tea. You looked at that wincing.

"I think there's enough sugar in that tea" you commented, moving out of her reach the sugar bowl, but she didn't even seem to notice as she kept talking.

"It all started after that trip to New Orleans..." She looked up from her cup and fixed her eyes in yours, her spoon clinking as it hit the light porcelain. "Are you sure that nothing happened while you were there?"

You wanted to genuinely answer that question, you truly did. However all your memories linked to that trip were terribly blurred, as they belonged to a fever dream. Sometimes glimpses of those days came to your mind: the music of a club, lights, the smell of the docks, a strange and welcoming warmth... but there was no clear connection between them.

"No, mom. Nothing" you assured her once again. The last thing she needed was to add amnesia to the many problems you had.

As your gaze wandered around in the cafe, it stopped on the clock hanged on the wall. Half past eight. "I have to go now" you said, drinking the last drop of caffeine left in your mug. "Work starts in thirty minutes and the boss isn't kind to those who arrive late" you explained, searching in your pockets enough money to pay for the drinks.

"Of course" your mother nodded without moving her gaze from her tea. A smile appeared on her face but didn't reach her eyes, lost in the cold liquid left in the cup in front of her.

"Mom." She finally raised her gaze and you smiled. "Thank you for worrying but I'm okay." You moved next to her and left a kiss on her cheek. "I can take care of myself"

"I know, dear" she said, caressing gently your cheek. "Just remember that I'm here if you ever need me"

With one last thankful smile you left her at the table. Avoiding customers and waiters, you dared to check your phone only after the doors of the cafe closed behind you. Not even three steps later, you bumped your shoulder into someone leaning against the wall just outside the shop.

"I'm terribly so–" you didn't finish. You couldn't. Your breath was stuck in your throat, your voice lost somewhere in between your lungs and your tongue, as you watched the man staring back at you with wide eyes.

His coat, his tie, his dark hair felt familiar. He felt familiar; as it was the smell of rainy days in New York, or the melody of your favourite song, or the warmth radiating from a candle. There was a strange pull that drew you towards him and you suddenly felt the need to touch him, to make sure he was standing right in front of you.

"There's no need to apologise". His voice was deep and somehow melodic, but it had a raw note in it, like the blow of a stormy wind through a forest. "I shouldn't have been here in the first place; if you'll excuse me..."

Confused by the irrational feelings that made your skin itch, you moved just enough to let him walk away. You followed him with your gaze but you soon realized that the further he went away, the heavier your heart weighed in your chest.

"Wait!" you shouted, running after him. The surprise was evident on his face when he turned again towards you. "Do you– have we ever met before?"

"I don't think so. I don't live here"

"Maybe somewhere else... New Orleans, perhaps?"

Since you came back from the southern city, you felt like you had been forcefully put in a state of numbness from which there was no way of getting out on your own. Like being drowned in cold, still, infinite water.

Now your blood was finally rushing again in your veins like tides crashing on sand, your heart beating faster than it ever did filling your ears with its rhythm. You were alive again, and all of this because of a stranger that felt like home.

It just couldn't be a coincidence, it could–

"I'm sorry to disappoint but I haven't been there in years, you must've confused me with someone else"

As quickly as it rocketed, your excitement fell, making you spiral back in that numbness, almost like you had never left it.

"You're probably right" you muttered, lowering your gaze and taking a few steps back. "My apologies"

You turned your back to him, quickly putting as much space as you could between you and whatever memory that man awakened. Because, even if you didn't know who he reminded you of —or if this person ever existed— the tears pricking your eyes were real. And they were cold on your skin. And on your heart.

—

The man watched the girl walk away. Even from a distance, he noticed her hand move to her face to wipe her tears. A gesture he had seen too many times to be mistaken.

He took a deep breath when she disappeared around the corner. That was the last time he was going to see her.

Elijah turned around, jaw clenched as his heart turned cold dead again in his chest.

At least she's safe now.

For the first time, that thought didn't make the separation any easier...

[alwaysfangirlingish]

Title: You're not a monster.

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Word count: 722 (Sorry this isn't that long)

Warnings: Mentions of blood, also this doesn't really follows the canon.

Summary: Since he discovered his wolf side, you've been there for him on the full moons, making sure he doesn't do anything too wild, but sometimes that means running for your life.

Some mutuals: @elijahs-wife @raemikaelson @imaginearyparties @auroracalisto @alyssaslahey @subbie-dreamz @dumble-daddy @njeancastro316 @nikmikaelsonswife @mikaelsonsdeservedbetter @moon-child-writer @thatweirdoleigh

A/N: This is the first thing I've written in weeks! It feels good to write about my dear Klaus again jahsjs

Also, this is my #April2021promptchallenge, challenge created by my talented and wonderful @hellotvshowtrash !

I apologize for any mistake in grammar or vocabulary! I hope y'all like it! 💕✨

When my back touched the tree, my breathing stopped for a moment. My eyes finally filled with tears and my heart seemed to want to jump out of my chest. My hands and feet were bloody from the branches and stones I tripped over as I ran.

I looked up and saw the beautiful full moon, the only source of light in the woods. I closed my eyes, focussing on the sound around me, but I heard nothing. I couldn't hear him, and that sent a shiver down my spine. Mentally counting to three, I poked my head around the side of the giant trunk I had chosen as a temporary hiding place, to check that he wasn't close.

I sighed in relief at seeing no one around, and took two steps forward, only to have a branch crunch under my bare feet. My eyes widened and tears began to run down my cheeks as I heard the howling and the footsteps. He already knew where I was, he would come for me again.

I ran again, with everything I had, but I heard him close, too close to me. It didn't matter if I sobbed and wailed as I ran. I knew he was faster and stronger than me, I knew he would catch me because my breathing started to fail and my legs ached.

As I was running, another branch came in my way, making me fall and roll on the ground full of leaves and stones. There was nothing I could do now.

I closed my eyes as I heard him getting closer and closer, and just waited for him to do something; yet, nothing happened. My eyes were still closed, but nothing seemed to happen around me, everything was silent.

A ragged breath near my face made me open my eyes in fear, it was a reflex, and then I saw him. There he was, my boyfriend, all covered in blood and dirt, with some leaves on his blonde hair. The moonlight was shining on his face, and his blue-green eyes stared at me with sadness.

Carefully, I raised my hand to his face, stroking his cheek, and tried to give a smile to calm him down and make him feel comfortable for a second, but he seemed to grow sadder with each passing second.

“You're bleeding,” He said, grabbing my hand and seeing the cuts, “Your feet too…” He said almost in a whisper, frowning.

“I'm-” I tried to let him know I was okay now, that I just wanted to go home, but he interrupted me.

“You're not fine, don't lie to me, Y/N!,” He exclaimed in a serious tone of voice, “I could've hurt you, I could've killed you!” He said, letting go of my hand, and looking at his hands, “I'm a monster, as my father said,” He said, and got up, turning his back on me, looking at the moon.

“You're not a monster, Niklaus,” I said, “I'm not going to lie to you, I was scared,” I sighed, “But let's be positive, nothing happened,” I said with a brief smile, getting up too and taking off my somewhat battered coat and pulling it over his shoulders, so he had something to cover himself with, “This was a good full moon, think about that. You didn't kill any human, and you controlled your transformation in the middle of the night,”

He didn't say anything for a few minutes, we just stared at the moon. I didn't know what to say to make him feel better, I knew it was hard for him and all I wanted to do was help him.

“I wanted to be better than this...” He said, swallowing with some difficulty, before looking at me with his crystallized eyes.

“Maybe next time, darling,” I stood on tiptoe to give him a little kiss on the cheek, “I'm proud of you, okay? You did well tonight, I'm sure the next full moon you'll do better,” I said, grabbing him by the arm, “We should go back, clean ourselves and get some sleep, come on,” I said, “I'm sorry I lost your clothes while running, maybe we can find them in our way back,” I apologized, and he just nodded at me, walking by my side, leaving a brief kiss on my head.

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[auroracalisto]

maybe next time

summary: a submission for @hellotvshowtrash​’s april challenge with the prompts: “i wanted to be better than this,” and, “maybe next time.”

pairing: klaus x reader

word count: 795 words

warnings: break up.  also it’s not really sad??  to me???  but it’s definitely not happy so like.  yeah.

a/n: not me posting this on the LAST day of april oh my god also PLEASE i love writing rebekah as the helpful and comforting sister adlkfjaslfj that trope will never not be good to me 

“Everyone leaves me in the end,” Klaus scoffed, looking away from you as he filled his empty glass.  “For you to threaten the same gives me no sense of insecurity.  Leave, if you’d like.”

You clenched your jaw.  You wanted to.  Klaus was treating you as if you were nothing compared to him.  Sure, you were human, but that did not mean you were less than him.  And the love you had for the original vampire was more than you had ever felt for anyone.  

Despite the love you had for him, however, he continued to act like this.  Snide comments about anything and everything would plague your days.  Klaus would say things similar to what he just said to get on your nerves.  A part of you wondered if he really wanted you to leave.  

“Klaus,” you began, only to be cut off by the man.

“You have wanted to leave for months, have you not?  You are always talking to Rebekah about how I treat you so unfairly.  I wouldn’t blame you for leaving if that’s what you want to do.”

You furrowed your eyebrows.  “What are you talking about?”

“Did you not go to my sister complaining about our relationship?”

“Well, I—I mean, I did.  But never to hurt you.  I was just upset over something you had said.  But that doesn’t mean I wanted to leave you.  Klaus, I want… I want to leave you now, but I didn’t want to then.  I was hoping Rebekah would be able to ease my mind.  I guess not, if she just went and told you everything.”

“Oh, my dear,” Klaus sighed.  “She didn’t tell me anything.”

Your eyes narrowed.  “You eavesdropped?”

“Do you forget that I’m a vampire, love?”

“No.  No, I don’t forget that,” you said, frustration immediately clouding your better judgement.  “Klaus, you never let me forget it.  You always tell me that I’m not as good as you because I’m human.  That because you’re a vampire, you’re the best thing to ever happen to me and you’re the only good thing.  And the—the whole comparing me to every person you’ve ever been in a relationship with!  Klaus, I’m me.  [Your name].  I’m not—I’m not fucking Katherine, or Hayley!  I’m not whoever the fuck you also talk about because half the time, I don’t even listen because it hurts to think that I’m not good enough for you.”

Klaus looked away from you, downing his drink.  “Who ever said you weren’t good enough for me?”

“You did,” you said, taking in a deep breath.  “You might not have ever said it outloud, Klaus, but the way you’ve treated me in the time we’ve been together says more than you ever have.”

He scoffed softly.  

“I’m leaving, Klaus.  I’m sorry that it doesn’t cause you any sense of insecurity.  I wish it did.  I wish me leaving meant something to you because then I would know that you actually loved me and you weren’t just wasting time on me.”

Klaus said nothing.  

With that, you picked up your coat and looked at him one last time.  

“If it’s any consolation, Klaus, I did think I was falling in love with you.  Thank… thank you for making my decision to leave so much easier.”

Klaus didn’t move until he heard the front door shut.  He stood up and refilled his whiskey once more, downing it completely before he stared down at the empty glass.  

He drew his arm back, quickly swinging the glass towards the empty fireplace.  The glass shattered on impact, shards littering the hardwood floors beneath it.  

“Brother?” Rebekah spoke up from the doorway.  

He quickly looked over, frowning.

“You let them go…?”

“I listened to what [Your name] had to say.  And then I let them go.”

Rebekah frowned.  “I do think they loved you, Klaus.”

He trudged back to the couch and sat down, leaning against the soft cushions.  He closed his eyes and rested his head against the back of the couch.  “You know,” he began, “I thought I might love them, too.  Perhaps I’m just better off alone, without anyone.”

Rebekah frowned and came over, sitting down beside her brother.  “That’s not true.  [Your name] just wasn’t the one.  Neither of you molded perfectly with each other.  It happens, and that’s okay.”

Klaus opened his eyes back up to cast a glare towards his sister.

“You couldn’t communicate well, Nik.  And that comment about everyone leaving you.  Not everyone does.  There will come a day when someone comes around and stays, surprising you, Nik.”

“Bekah, I just…  I wanted to be better than this.”

Rebekah smiled softly at her brother’s admission.  

“Maybe next time.”

Klaus sighed softly, turning to completely face the blonde.  “Yes.  Maybe next time.”

[lady-salvatore]

Guardian Angel - April 2021 Prompt Challenge

Prompt: “I wanted to be better than this.”

“Maybe next time.”

Desc.: Platonic/familial Stefan & reader with a side of angst served with a smile, happy ending for dessert. :)

Warnings/notes: suicide, no humanity Stefan, me being a bad writer but trying my best. I tried something new by making a banner lmk what you think!!

You first met Stefan Salvatore when he saved your life.

You were no more than seven, walking home alone along a dark street. You don’t remember much from that day, except for a stranger following you for several blocks.

Your little heart began to beat faster, and maybe that was what told Stefan that you were in that dreadful little alleyway.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, gasping when it was suddenly ripped away.

You turned to see a dark figure with tall hair and a simple jacket. The man who had been following you scurried off into the darkness.

The dark figure turned around, stepping into the light and looking down at you with green eyes. He knelt to the ground next to you. “Are you okay?”

You took a step backwards. “Mama told me no talkin’ to strangers.”

The man only smiled and extended his hand. “Well, I’m no stranger. My name is Stefan.”

You took his hand gently. “Are you a superhero?”

He shook his head. “Oh, no. I just...” A sad look clouded his green eyes. “I just like to help people, I guess.”

Your eyes widened. “Like Superman.”

Stefan chuckled. “Alright, we’d better get you home, kid.”

Sadness tugged at your heart as your eyes welled up with tears.

Stefan’s eyes went wide and he set a hand on your shoulder. “What is it?”

You looked up at him, tears streaming down your face. “I don’t h-have one anymore. The f-fire took it all away.”

“Where’s your mom?”

“The fire t-took Mama too,” you choked out a sob and threw your little arms around Stefan’s neck.

“Your dad?” Stefan asked, trying to pull you back to look you in the eyes.

You held onto your grip fiercely. “No! Daddy’s mean! Daddy hurt Mama! He set the fire and made her stay inside!”

Stefan didn’t ask any more questions. All he knew was that he never wanted anything to hurt you again. He felt an instinct to protect you, and that was a direct override to any sense of logic or morals he possessed.

And Stefan remembered what it was like to be so little and so afraid.

Stefan pulled you back to look into your eyes. “How would you like to come with me?”

With all the innocence of a seven year old, you nodded yes instantly and wrapped your arms around his neck again.

Stefan lifted you up and carried you out of the alley. “What’s your name, kid?”

“(Y/N),” you replied softly, clutching onto him as if he was life itself.

From that day on, you became Stefan’s hope, his redemption, something precious that made up for all of what else he’d done.

And from that day on, Stefan became your guardian angel, raising and mentoring you and letting you grow up happy.

So how did things end up like this?

There he was, everlasting with green eyes that were dark from a loss of humanity, a tall stone fortress that couldn’t be knocked down.

And you, standing across from him, like the soldiers that fortress raised.

Thunder cracked overhead, the rain soaking both you and Stefan.

He shook his head at you simply. “Don’t expect to fix me. That’s all anyone ever wants to do.”

You stared back at him, a stake in your hand. “Stefan, you have to come home.”

Stefan only grinned. ���The child I never had, come to tell me to come home— as if you haven’t been running away from yours.”

Your eye twitched. “My home was always with you.”

It seemed to strike an emotional chord in him. He lunged forward to you, but you dodged and backed away further into the forest.

“Stefan, this isn’t you!” you cried towards him. “This isn’t the man who raised me!”

Stefan lunged again, and somehow you parried again, the two of you forming a dangerous dance that would end with one of you hurt.

You were stalling— stalling until Damon could get here to restrain him, stalling until somehow Stefan would come back.

“I can’t be saved!” Stefan yelled at you. “Don’t you get that? I don’t wanna be!”

As Stefan turned to run again, you felt your eyes fill with tears like they did on that first night you met.

Within that second, you felt utterly small and afraid again. And then, you dropped your stake to the ground.

“Then kill me,” you whispered. “Kill me, Stefan, because then you’ll prove to everyone that you’re beyond redemption.”

Stefan shook his head. “No.”

You picked up the stake off the ground and aimed it at your own heart. You may not have been a vampire, but a huge wooden stick worked well enough to kill humans all the same.

Stefan shook his head. “(Y/N), don’t-“

“You don’t care,” you said to him bitterly. “Isn’t that what you said? Turn it back on, Stefan, or I swear I’ll kill myself.”

Stefan was fighting to keep his own emotions held back, to keep them at bay and keep away the pain.

You were his emotional trigger— something like his child. Your death would force it back on, and that was what would be good for Stefan.

Stefan had protected you for as long as you had lived. It was finally time for you to do something for him. And if that cost you your life... fine.

With a grunt, you pushed the stake into your own heart, feeling the blood burst over your wound and lips. You fell over onto the forest floor.

“No!” The bloodcurdling scream fell throughout the forest. “No, (Y/N), please!”

You felt Stefan fall next to your head.

“Turn it... back on...” you whispered hoarsely through choking on blood, looking up into his eyes.

Tears fell down his face, sobs raking through his body. “No. No, you can’t die, (Y/N), you can’t die, no...”

He ripped the stake out of your chest and bit his own wrist, trying to force the blood into your mouth as the light faded from your eyes.

Stefan felt his humanity come back, rushing against him like he was drowning as he held your limp body, rocking you back and forth and crying.

This should’ve forced that humanity switch right back off, he thought bitterly. But he just couldn’t find that switch in his brain when his child lie dead in front of him.

By no one’s fault but his own.

He brushed your hair away from your face, sobbing. Tears rolled over his cheeks and fell onto your face as he kissed your forehead gently, softly begging for you to come back.

“I wanted to be better than this,” he sobbed softly, trying to stop the tears that never seemed to stop flowing. “I wanted to be a good father.”

“Maybe next time, brother.”

Stefan looked up to see Damon standing across the clearing. “Damon?”

Damon came forward. “(Y/N) and I had a contingency plan.” His blue eyes shot down to you and back up to his brother. “My blood, bada-bing.”

Stefan held you close to him. “(Y/N) isn’t dead?”

Damon shook his head. “Not for long.”

Stefan looked back down at you as you jolted upwards in his arms, looking around frantically.

Your eyes were wide. “Stefan?”

Stefan hugged you tightly. “(Y/N), I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You held onto him like he was life, like you had before a lifetime ago. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”

The two of you just sat there, holding onto each other and crying, until finally Damon cleared his throat.

“You know,” he said softly. “We’ve got a few hours before the sun comes up and (Y/N) needs to feed.”

You looked to Stefan. “You wanna come?”

Stefan smiled at you softly. “I think I’d better head home. I’ll see you there soon.”

You nodded, understanding.

Stefan would probably always be your guardian angel. But now, you finally realized, that you were his, too.

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#April2021PromptChallenge!!!

Hello hello beautifuls! Today is April 1st, you know what that means! (this isn’t a prank lol) This month’s prompt challenge time!! Rules are:

Write whatever you want! Whether it be angst, fluff, smut, headcanons, drabbles, it can even be a part in an ongoing series! Just make sure it’s tagged appropriately!

TVDU characters and ships only!

2k words and under my loves!

MUST be tagged with #April2021PromptChallenge (I use the tag to find all your amazing works and put them in a masterlist!)

Must use the prompt below!

ANYONE is welcome to join and whenever as long as it’s in this months prompt! All previous month’s are closed <3

Your due date is April 30th!

See March’s challenge masterlist here!

Alright y’all! Ready?

Set?

Go!

“I wanted to be better than this.”

With the extra optional dialogue, “Maybe next time.”

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#April2021promptchallenge masterlist

Another month down! Thank you to everyone who participated, this was a super angsty prompt and I’m not sure if I’m sorry about that. Here are all the wonderful works we had this month! I LOVED all of these, you guys are so talented. <3

The prompt was: “I wanted to be better than this” with optional dialogue, “Maybe next time.”

Check out March’s masterlist here!

Without further ado!

Credits to @firefly-graphics for the divider!

Let’s put ourselves first (Bamon) by @raemikaelson

Under the moonlight (Elijah Mikaelson x reader) by @nalledimessi

You’re not a monster (Klaus Mikaelson x reader) by @alwaysfangirlingish

Comfort (Alyssa Chang x reader) by @alyssaslahey

Emptiness of the Heart (Elijah Mikaelson x reader) by @imgoingtofreakoutnow

Guardian Angel (platonic no humanity!Stefan x reader) by @lady-salvatore

Today is a good day (Mikaelson Family) by @thatweirdoleigh

maybe next time (Klaus Mikaelson x reader) by @auroracalisto

but you’re a mirage in the middle of the night (Klaus Mikaelson) by @dumble-daddy

Selfish Reasons (Mikaelson Family x Mikaelson!reader) by @xxwritemeastoryxx

Like I’m Gonna Lose You (Elijah Mikaelson x reader) by @hellotvshowtrash

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I’m here laying in the couch, debating with myself if it would be to soon to post the #April2021PromptChallenge or wait at least a few days more.

Up to you!!! Whatever you wanna do :)