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plus-size-reader · 3 years

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Should Be

Damon Salvatore x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2897 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Damon’s human partner gets jealous of Katherine when she gets out of the tomb.

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Katherine coming back from the tombs wasn’t ideal for anyone.

There was a reason she’d been locked away for as long as she had and really, you didn’t get why they were letting her out in the first place.

The world was going to keep turning whether or not they let her be a part of it. At least, that was what Damon had assured you when the news broke that she had resurfaced.

You didn’t want to care.

In reality, her coming back to Mystic Falls wasn’t any of your business. You hadn’t ever had anything to do with her, and you wouldn’t, even if she came back.

Still, it would be a lie to say that you weren’t really comfortable with it.

The two of them, Katherine and Damon, they had quite a bit of history and you just couldn’t fit the feeling in the pit of your stomach that it was going to be bad news for you. It just didn’t seem right.

Maybe you were jealous, or insecure, or something like that but it didn’t really matter. All you knew was that you weren’t itching for her to come back into any of your lives.

Damon was different, for the better, than when the two of you met but Katherine had quite the hold on him for a really long time and you were worried how her poking around in your lives would affect him.

It couldn’t be good, even if she was magically on her best behavior, somehow.

You just didn’t see that happening.

You weren’t jealous, of course, you had to keep reminding yourself of that. You and Damon had been together for several years, and you knew that he loved you. It was the sort of connection that you’d never had with another person, having been enthralled with him ever since he saved your life.

As it would turn out, that was quite the bonding exercise.

However, no experience you and Damon had ever shared could compare to all the time he and Katherine had been together.

They had been in love, and whether it was real for her or not, Damon had never really even gotten over her betrayal. He cared about her deeply, and you couldn’t imagine how seeing her again would make him feel.

Until recently, you thought that you trusted Damon more than anything.

You trusted him with your life for God's sake and you were sure that nothing would ever change that, but evidently, Katherine had decided to challenge that notion.

Ever since she’d come back into all your lives, she had made a choice to just inject herself into every situation you were in. Even now, from where you were in the bathroom brushing your teeth, you could hear her talking to him in the adjacent bedroom.

It was nothing more than pathetic small talk about their past together but it was more than enough to make your blood boil.

You knew more than enough about the bond they had shared and the time they spent together, you didn’t need to hear it from her on top of everything else that was on your plate.

She might not have been too much of a real threat to you, because you knew that no matter what she did, there was no undoing what she’d done to him but that didn’t make you like her any better.

Frankly, even knowing that, you’d had enough of Lady Katherine.

Her presence here, where you lived, was like a slap in the face.

Decades had passed since they were even in the same room and even then, she had done nothing more than treat him like dirt.

It seemed like common sense that she was just going to do it again, but he was letting her. Damon was barely even putting up a fight and really, you were finding it hard to believe.

After everything that she had put him through, why would he even entertain her presence in this place.

He didn’t owe her anything, not anymore.

You thought that what you and Damon had was more important to him than anything else, but if her coming back into his life was enough to make him question that, it said a lot.

So, even though you wanted to go tell her to get out, you kept it to yourself.

Not well, but you kept it to yourself.

You may have been brushing your teeth more aggressively than you ever had in your entire life, but you hadn’t said anything yet.

For you, that was a win.

Deep down, you weren’t really worried about losing him to her. If Katherine had actually bothered to get to know him all those years ago, she would know that Damon was one of the most devoted and loving men in the world.

He was now, and you were sure that he had been before all this.

You just had to break down those walls of his first.

It took some time but it was well worth it once you earned his trust. You knew that he would do anything for you, and anyone else he loved, she just didn’t actually care.

Not that it mattered to her what kind of bond you two had.

As far as she was concerned, you were just some temporary fling that Damon would get bored of and feed off of at some point, like he did most of the others. He had never actually kept a girlfriend around for very long.

He wasn’t the kind, and in any case, she was sure that you couldn’t hold a candle to her.

She had a hold on him that had lasted, at least somewhat, for all the time that she’d been locked away and in a matter of days, she was sure she could have the raven-haired male eating out of the palm of her hand.

It was that easy.

All she had to do was prove it, and at this rate, it wasn’t going to take long at all.

Here she was, sitting new to him on your fancy little bedspread with him, practically hanging on her every word while you were tucked away. Before long, she wouldn’t have to put up with you anymore at all.

He was bound to come to his senses at some point, and she had nothing but time.

She could wait it out.

Tonight though, she couldn’t have gotten away from you that easily.

You could only hide away in the bathroom for so long and once that time had run out, you entered the bathroom with a casual sigh leaving Katherine’s lips at the sight of you.

Just when she was starting to bring up all those good memories they shared, here you came to ruin it all.

“Could you please move over?” you asked, only looking at her as much as you absolutely had to, catching the tail end of an eye roll that you would have been okay with missing entirely.

All she did was scoff, clearly inconvenienced.

“Why? Am I hurting you here?” she asked, not bothering to cover up the hatefulness in her tone, not that you or Damon was surprised. Speaking of, the dark haired male was still just sitting there, waiting for someone to lunge at the other.

He wasn’t a huge fan of her being here either, but he was trying to be civil.

There was a chance they would need her and burning that bridge too early could cause problems along the way, or at least that was what Stefan told him.

He’d lived without her for a long time and he’d be fine if she fell off the face of the earth tomorrow. Though, if she kept testing you, she may not make it until tomorrow.

She may have had the upper hand over you as far as vampire strength was concerned but you all knew that if she tried to do anything to you, he would turn her head so far around that she’d be the one really out of place.

He wasn’t going to let her hurt you, not if it really came down to it.

“That’s where I sleep,” you explained, gesturing to where she was, sprawled out on your side of the bed, without a care in the world. It wasn’t the kind of thing that you even thought you had to explain but she was pushing you.

She wanted to start a fight.

To Katherine, this was all a game and she had nothing to lose.

There were no rules and she was betting on the fact that she could break you with very little effort.

However, there was one thing she was forgetting. You and Damon shared something she could never hope to have with him, something she had given up a long time ago.

Love

You respected Damon and you cared about him.

The two of you were together through the good times and the bad, not just when you needed something from him or you were bored. In that way, she couldn’t hope to touch what you shared.

Still, there was one thing that worried you.

Katherine was gorgeous.

Her body was incredible, and she had no problem showing it off which she had made very clear tonight. Where you would have wanted to hide away and never go outside again, she just strolled around in nearly nothing, without a care in the world.

Emotionally, you and Damon couldn’t have been closer but physically, you couldn’t help but feel like she would beat you had there been some kind of competition.

Even you would have chosen her over you in that regard.

When she stood from the bed, dramatically throwing her hair over her shoulder to give Damon one final wink before leaving, you got a good look at her long legs, even further making you rethink yourself.

Why was Damon with you when he could have had her all this time? Sure, he didn’t know she was down there until today but now that he knew, there was nothing keeping him from picking her.

After she’d left, you plopped down on your side of the bed, immediately turning away from Damon and cuddling into your pillow.

You knew it wasn’t his fault you were having these thoughts about yourself, but you didn’t want to be around him right now.

You didn’t want him to be reminded of what he could have had.

“What’s going on with you?” he asked, after a few seconds of sitting in the dark, staring at the back of your head without a kiss on his lips. You always kissed him before bed, but tonight, you didn’t even seem to care if he was breathing.

It was unlike you and it worried him, not that he would ever admit it.

You didn’t answer right away, letting his words simmer in the air for a few moments as you thought about what you wanted to say. There weren’t really words that would make any sense to him.

From where he was sitting, you would seem jealous and out of your mind but this wasn’t about Katherine anymore.

For you, this was about how he’d settled with the wrong woman and you couldn’t help but feel like he was lying to you about his feelings.

How could he be attracted to you when you looked like you did?

You had asked him before, on a bad day when you woke up feeling huge and ugly, but this was different. Katherine prancing around here had shown you everything that you could have looked like.

What you should have looked like.

“It’s nothing, let’s just go to bed” you tried, far too physically and mentally exhausted to have this conversation.

For now, you just wanted to get some sleep, you could deal with Katherine and all her business tomorrow.

As for your body, that was just going to have to be tomorrow's problem as well. Physical exhaustion always won out over mental anguish, no matter how much you tried to force your own hand in that regard.

All you could hope was that you felt better in the morning, and maybe then, you could explain all this weird stuff to Damon.

You woke up to a cold bed, which was pretty much par for the course when it came to sleeping next to a vampire but when you rolled around and found he was gone, that was when you got a little worried.

That was new.

Damon never got out of bed before you, if he even got out of bed when you did, and you couldn’t help but be concerned about what he could have been doing.

Knowing Damon, it could have literally been anything.

Though, the last thing you expected to find when you turned the corner was the man you loved, trying and failing to make what smelled like chocolate chip pancakes and scrambled eggs.

“Good morning my love, would you care to explain why I went to bed without a goodnight kiss?” he wondered, focusing more on the glass of bourbon in his hands than the breakfast that was surely burning on the stove.

He always tried his best where the more domestic stuff was concerned but it just wasn’t his strong suit. He just wasn’t as much of a wiz in the kitchen as he liked to pretend that he was in moments like this.

“After I put out the grease fire you’re about to start” you sighed, moving the pan from the fire and setting it in the sink.

Damon wasn’t going to let you get off easy after last night, but the most you could do was buy yourself some time before you made an absolute fool out of yourself.

He wasn’t about to just let this go.

He never did.

“I’m serious, you got all squirrely after Katherine left” Damon prodded, his hands falling on your hips, which he used as leverage to turn you toward him, trapped between his body and the sink.

You sighed, desperately hoping that you wouldn’t have to have this conversation but knowing that you would.

It was embarrassing.

Part of you, the mature part, knew that this wasn’t that big of a deal but the other part couldn’t help but hate her. She wasn’t just some beautiful girl, Mystic Falls was full of those, but Katherine was a threat.

This was much more about how she was clearly trying to take Damon from you than actually just trying to be a friend to any of you.

She wasn’t that kind.

“Excuse me if I’m not thrilled to have your psychotic ex girlfriend prancing around in her underwear” you scoffed, not understanding what it really was that he was missing.

You were projecting, of course, but there was no real way around it. As insecure as Katherine made you, her being here was just as much of the problem. You didn’t want her injecting herself into your life.

It wasn’t her place, and the idea that he wanted you to somehow be okay with it was really messing with you.

“Cute”

From Damon, that was little more than a casual huff but he knew you better than to just believe that. It wasn’t like you to act like you did last night, not with him, even where she was concerned.

You were better than that.

You were better than her, that was why he didn’t think anything of her immature little games.

“Now the truth” he prompted, a soft smile on his face as he waited for you to tell him what was really eating at you. This had been dragging out for way too long, and he really just wanted to get it over with.

He wanted to help you feel better, and he would do anything he could to make that happen, you both knew that.

Damon would have gladly turned her inside out if it would make a difference, but first, you had to tell him what was bothering you. He was good, but he wasn’t that good. You had to give him something to go off of.

“She is what I should be, what you deserve” you muttered, the words barely leaving your lips as you thought about them. You didn’t want to admit it to him, almost as much as you didn’t want to admit it to yourself.

You didn't like that she got under your skin, because she knew that she could. The more you let her, the more she got what she wanted.

...and you hated that.

“I think I’d rather have you” Damon shrugged, not even hesitating in his response. Given the two of you, and the person that Katherine was, there was nothing in the world he would have rather had than you.

He definitely didn’t want her.

Katherine had turned her back on Damon a million and one times, and at the end of the day, she couldn’t have given a damn what happened to him but you weren’t like that. You had the biggest heart of anyone he’d ever known, in several lifetimes.

There was nothing he wouldn’t trade, if it meant that he got to keep you.

At the end of the day, you were his person and he knew a good thing when he had it.

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Je Te Laisserai Des Mots

Fandom: The Vampire Dairies/ The Originals Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Male!Reader Summary: Let me leave with words Word Count: 1,109

“Could you see yourself loving me?”

Damon laughs as you rolled your eyes, “Probably not.”

“Could you try?” You asked, Damon gives you a look, you know that look all little too well as you swallow your pride, “Nevermind.”

Damon brushed off as the two of you continue to walk together, you’ve known each other for so long that life together was somewhat blurry. The times where you weren’t by his side if felt like time was slow and there wasn’t anything to speed up time.

You were helpless, you loved Damon upon first meeting him when the two of you were first humans. As time passes by, when you weren’t by his side anymore - the feeling that used to reside in your heart started to fade. The longer he wasn’t there by your side, you lost the attraction, the love you had for him.

When Damon followed and stayed with Stefan, he was surprised to see you in Mystic Falls.

You really haven’t changed much, you were still that cheeky bastard he had remembered decades ago. He asked why you were there, you gave him a vague answer. You never stuck by him for long periods of time, rarely seen in a room together alone.

It was almost as if the years had allowed you to cleanse yourself from Damon’s toxic behaviour.

You know your best friend, he’s impulsive and a dickhead, yet that never strayed you far from him. Though you don’t know whether if you could call him your best friend anymore.

Because when he looks at you, you were still that friendly guy with a big heart but you were more standoffish with him. When you look at him, he’s still an abrasive arse wipe. They say opposites attract and yet, you felt like you two differ so much that you could never attract to each other.

Though, despite living in the same house and teaming up together, you feel like you could never connect with him again.

You had made up what Damon is in your head, clouded with your love - he was completely different. Perhaps, Damon filled in that idea of love, maybe you got mixed up with what was romantic love and what was platonic love.

Damon will admit, though, after some stubbornness, he misses you. He misses how you fitted by his side, he misses your laugh and the jokes you would make with him. After years without you, he felt somewhat empty, somewhat lost in the world.

He wondered what type of person he would have become if you weren’t in the world.

After all, you were his moral and rational thinking. You’re the only one who could really put him in his place, unlike his father. Maybe he was avoiding his feelings for you, perhaps he was just thinking he couldn’t possibly love men like he loved women.

“You’d stay with me?” Damon asked, he remembers how you look off to the distance and shrug your shoulders.

“Why not?” You answered back, because at this point of the story you didn’t know whether it was right to stay with him - you were questioning it, “I mean, Damon, you are my dearest friend. My deepest love. You are the best part of me, and yet...”

“And yet?” Damon pressed on.

You looked at him, “Perhaps it’s the best for us to be apart.”

Damon thought he knew what heartbreak felt, but the moment you announced that you are off to travel the world without him, he couldn’t breathe. He felt like the whole world had stopped spinning and time just stopped. His chest aches after you leave, your goodbye was short and blunt - he hated that.

Seeing you in the present modern time, he felt, for the first time, the world was no longer tilted so far. He didn’t care if he felt like you were avoiding him because the time he managed to be in your presence he felt at peace.

“You had a history with (Y/n)?” Elena asked, she never really picked up on the fact that Damon can be so emotional.

“You could say that,” Damon responded, “But, not in the way you possibly could think.”

You never wanted to hurt Damon, but deep down you really did. To blame him for all the hurt he had did to you. You wanted him to feel how you suffered the unrequited love, you wanted to experience what it’s like to be loved and never given a definite answer.

So, when you see Elena with questions in her mind. You were taken aback because she could ask you about different things, vampire or supernatural topics that you could answer.

But love, love was a hard topic. It sure is a funny topic.

“Well, why do you ask?” You teased softly, “Are you in love with Damon? Stefan?”

“Uh - no!”

You chuckled, shaking your head before the silence took over and seriousness had washed over you, “Love sure is painful. Trust me, I would know.”

“Yeah...”

“Well, that’s enough love talk from me. I am very tired and very much gay. “

“Where are you going?” Elena asked, you looked at her funny.

“Didn’t you hear me? I’m very much gay, so I’m going to yearn, god knows where that’ll take me.”

Your feet lead you out, but you found yourself upon a hill with a nice view. You recognised it almost immediately, it was the spot that you and Damon use to come to meet up and hang about when you were human.

“You know, I thought I would see you here.”

“Oh, god,” You said almost as quick as your reflexes allow you too.

“I’m going to pretend that didn’t hurt my feelings,” Damon responded.

The two of your stand quietly on the hill, a tree covering the two of you in the sun. The quietness was somewhat relaxing rather than uncomfortable.

“Can I ask you a question?” Damon says you turn your head slightly to show that you are listening because even after all this time you couldn’t just ignore him.

“Could you see yourself loving me?”

There was silence before there was a sharp inhale from you and a deep exhale, you remember the question all too well just like Damon, “Probably not.”

Damon was not surprised by the answer, he wonders if you said it out of spite or if that’s how you truly felt.

“Could you try?”

You paused for a second, Damon allowed you to think before he sees you started to turn your back. You muster up the courage to form your answer as you could feel both your hearts breaking.

“No.”

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Invisible String (2/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female reader (Modern AU)

Description: James Buchanan Barnes, the owner of the most expensive-looking club in town and your new apartment. He was a dick and you hated him. What could possibly go wrong when you, the new girl in town, start bartending at his club to pursue your dreams?

Warning: Sexual assault, mention of an anxiety attack.

Word Count: 1641

It turns out you definitely can't do this. Working in retail sucks, majorly. Customers are so awful to you and other employees as well. You didn't make the products, you don't control the prices, then why should you listen to them rant about it all day?

This job was from 9 am to 4 pm, which reminded you a lot of your previous job. By the time you got home, you were exhausted mentally and physically. Your current schedule was eerily similar to your previous lifestyle, which left you with no time to work on your book.

You felt like you were stuck in an insufferable loop that you just can't seem to escape no matter how hard you try. You thought about Mr. Barnes a lot, too. If only you weren't so egoistic and been a little nicer, then maybe you could have had that job.

With each passing day, you were becoming desperate. The only reason why you didn't run to Mr. Barnes a week ago was your pride. A pride that would not let you bow down to that rude, egoistic asshole.

It's like the universe could hear your thoughts and the devil himself walked through the doors of the store. Fuck, he can't see you here. He's going to think you're some nut job who's chasing stupid dreams after having an excellent degree. At least that's what your parents think.

You were about to run and hide behind an aisle when the voice you knew too well called out for you.

"Hey, do you know where I could find-"

"You," He said, without an emotion. "What are you doing here?"

You pointed towards the badge with the name tag on your shirt and mouthed working.

"Why?"

"Why?" You pretended to think, "I don't know, I interviewed for this other job about a week ago, but the boss was an ass."

"You lied to me," he stated as if it wasn't the most obvious thing.

"Gee, sorry, dad."

"You're doing it again."

"Doing what again?" You questioned.

" Diverging a question with a joke," He answered with an unaffected tone like he was studying you and your reaction.

"You know who I am." he stated. It should have been a question, but both of you were aware of what he meant.

"A vampire?" You mocked. He didn't look like one though, but hey, neither did Edward nor Stefan. But God, those steel-blue eyes could drink you up and you wouldn't complain. Focus.

For the first time you saw an emotion on his face that wasn't unaffected or bored, he was confused. Of course, he was confused, you were referencing twilight to a mob boss (you think, you weren't sure, but that's all you could gather from all the articles you found about him online).

"I need that job," you confessed. " I know it's not very convincing, but I need you to trust me-"

He raised a brow at that and his lips turned into a smirk. God, you wished you could swipe off that smirk from his stupidly handsome face.

"But you don't trust me, " you stated dejectedly and started turning around. "You wanted something? "

In an instant, his hand wrapped around your wrist gently, stopping you in your tracks. You ignored the involuntary shudder that ran through you and immediately yanked your hand out of his grasp.

You turned around and were about to give him a piece of your mind about how he shouldn't just come to your place of work and touch you without consent. He clearly guessed your thoughts and cut in.

"Clint Barton, the manager, he will tell you everything you need to know about bartending and handling the customers."

Did he just hire you? What changed between this and your previous meeting with him?

And just like that, he left. There was a part of you that wanted to say fuck off I don't need your help, but you knew better, so you went to that club later that evening. You found the Manager, Clint. He told you he was expecting your arrival and that made you feel weird because Mr. Barnes was totally opposite the day you met.

Your new job required you to be at work from 8 pm to 3 am, which was ideal for you. You usually reach home and pass out till 4 in the morning and wake up around noon. This schedule gave you a lot of time to work on your book.

You ended up making friends with some other people that work there as well. Wanda was the smart, sarcastic one that you'd have died to have as a friend in high school. Pietro, her twin brother, was also nice, a bit fast and impatient, but he was nice to you. Peter looked very young, but he knew what he was doing and he'd help you out a lot. That kid had a lot of energy and adrenaline, which surprised you every time he'd be done with work way before you.

You didn't see Mr. Barnes frequently. You saw him one time entering the club, and you tried to give him a smile which he ignored and went straight to his office upstairs. And then you decided to ignore him as well. It wasn't like you to be petty, okay, maybe you were being petty, but in your defense, he started it.

You were finishing up cleaning the table and were about to call it a day when a man you didn't recognize, probably wasn't a regular, came in asking for a drink.

"I'm sorry, sir. We're closed." You told him politely.

"Whiskey on the rocks."

You wanted to refuse him again, but you stopped yourself when he came into your sight. He didn't look like the kind of man who'd take your no seriously. He looked just as intimidating as Mr. Barnes, even more, but Mr. Barnes knew his boundaries, whereas this man in front of you evidently didn't. You could tell this by the way his gaze was slowly taking your body in and stopping a little longer at your cleavage.

You wanted to cringe and curse yourself for choosing to wear a top like that in a place filled with drunk men. The smarter part of your brain told you that he can go fuck himself, and you shouldn't think about men when you dress up. Women are entitled to wear whatever they want to and fuck men and people who tell them otherwise.

Carefully, you made his drink and handed it to him. His hand lingered on yours while taking the glass from you, and you wanted to just throw the drink across his face. His gaze remained on your chest even when you fixed your top and coughed twice to call his behavior out.

"What time do you get off?" he asked, eyes still on your chest.

Is this guy for real? , you thought.

"Um, this is highly inappropriate and I think you should leave now because I have to call it a night." you rejected politely, raising your hand towards the door, hoping he'd leave.

He chuckled darkly, his stare still drinking in your body as if you were a piece of meat, and it made you very, very uncomfortable. He obviously wasn't taking no for an answer, and you had no clue what to do. You were the only person left, and you didn't even know who to ask for help.

"Come on, baby girl," he said, walking towards you and forcefully snaking his hands around your waist to settle on your hips. " Don't make this harder than it should be. "

"No!" you yelled, pushing him away and creating some distance between you.

"Hard way it is then," he decided, walking towards you and forcefully holding the hem of your shirt in his hands to remove it. You struggled, yelled, and pushed him off you again. He furiously lunged forward towards you and hit you hard across the face. "Fucking bitch."

"Rumlow!" a voice boomed from behind you, and you hated yourself for being in such a vulnerable state. As much as you tried not to, tears welled up in your eyes and you hated being the helpless damsel in distress.

"Get the fuck out of here." the familiar voice ordered.

"Chill, Barnes. We were just having a little fun," the man known as Rumlow reasoned nonchalantly. "Besides, it's not my fault if she wears clothes like this."

You were all about feminism and how women should be treated equally with respect despite their attire, but at that moment you hated yourself for choosing that deep-neck shirt this morning.

"I'm not going to chill while you sexually harass my employees, so get the fuck out of here," Mr. Barnes warned again.

You closed your eyes and hoped that maybe this was a shitty dream and you'd wake up in your bed and have an anxiety attack because of the nightmare. You hoped that maybe the ground beneath you would open up and swallow you, so you could just not think about this ever.

You heard two sets of footsteps faintly in the background, one dragging its way away from you and the other rushing towards you. Furthermore, you didn't have it in you to open your eyes and meet the ocean blue ones that you knew were waiting for you.

In your head, you had already taken up the blame. The verdict came out the moment his gaze landed on your chest that it was your fault that you wore this shirt. Of course, if you were thinking right, you would have realized that you were undoubtedly the victim here and Rumlow was an asshole who assaulted you, but in your helpless state, your mind decided you were at fault here.

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abcdefanfics · 3 years

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Whatever it takes part 1

Summary: You were blessed with Stefan Salvatore as your boyfriend, but still sometimes you felt like there was missing something in your relationship. Kol is definitely planning on changing that.

Pairing: Stefan Salvatore x reader

Warnings: mentions of sex and violence. That’s all for this part.

Words: 2.2k

You had recently moved to Mystic Falls and your life had been filled with vampires, hunters, witchers, hybrids and everything dangerous and supernatural ever since. However, you had never been as happy as you were here. That happiness was mostly caused by your extremely handsome and sweet boyfriend: Stefan Salvatore. Although, sometimes you felt like there was something missing in your relationship...

Lately, it had been unusually quiet in the little town. Peace had been made with the Orignals and all was well since then. You had the feeling that this peace and quiet would not last that long. It was Mystic Falls after all...

You were disturbed from your daydream when two strong arms grabbed you from behind and a pair of soft lips were attached to your neck. “Penny for your thoughts.” you heard Stefan whisper in your ear. “I was just thinking how it had been so peaceful here lately and that I don’t trust that to be for long.” you said, sharing your concern with Stefan. “(Y/N), you have nothing to worry about as long as I am here I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe and you know that.” he said lovelingly as he turned you around on your feet to kiss you on your lips. You smiled into his kiss. “Maybe even a little too safe.” you responded.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Stefan said loudly. He was clearly upset. “How in the world could you ever be too safe?” “No, Stefan. I don’t mean it like that. It is just that sometimes you treat me like... like I’m...” you stopped talking since you could not find the right words to express your feelings. “Like what, (Y/N)?” Stefan practically screamed. By now you were pretty sure that everybody downstairs was listening to your conversation. And you knew that the guys would always come over to the Salvatore house, because of all the liquor. “Damn those vampires with their super hearing,” you thought to yourself.

“Like what, (Y/N)?” Stefan repeated his question. “And don’t make me ask again.” he said semi-threathening. You sighed. “Fine. Sometimes you treat me like I’m so vulnerable. Like I would break and shatter in a thousand pieces.” you explained. “(Y/N), you are vulnerable. You’re one of the few humans left in our group and you have nothing to protect yourself against the supernatural.” Stefan answered. “I’m not talking about protecting myself or fighting the supernatural, Stefan. I’m talking about us.” you said more fiercely than intended. Stefan looked at you with pure confussion on his face. “(Y/N), you’re not making any sense.”

“I want you to be rough. I need you to be rough.” you started to explain. “Sometimes I don’t want you to make love to me, I want you to fuck me.” you screamed out. You were sure that everyone downstairs could hear your conversation by now, even without vampire hearing. “(Y/N), you know I can’t. Even if I wanted it. I couldn’t live with myself if I’d ever hurt you.” Stefan said while he grabbed your hands. “Stefan, stop saying that! I’m done with that fucking excuse.” you screamed as you pulled away from his grip and you walked away fastly. You needed to be alone right now. You needed to cool down.

You ran down the stairs to find Damon, Klaus, Kol and Alaric looking at you with amusement dripping from their faces. “You know, love. If Stefan can’t satisfy you, you know where to find me.” Klaus said while he gave you a wink. “I’ll keep that in mind.” you said playfully to the Original. You said goodbye to Stefan, who had followed you and came down the stairs as well. You turned your back to him and left the house. Stefan looked like he was about to kill Klaus and you smirked to yourself. You would never cheat on Stefan, but if making him jealous would improve your sexlife you would definitely give it a shot.

A few days had passed and you hadn’t seen Stefan since your argument. You hadn’t seen anyone for that matter. You received a text from Bonnie asking if you wanted to go to the grill to meet up and have some drinks. You really needed the company and the drinks, so you said you’d be there.

You were on your way to the grill and you were greeted by Caroline, Elena and Bonnie and a lot of cocktails. “Hey, (Y/N). We figured you might need those.” Caroline explained as she pointed towards the drinks. You nodded as you sat down at the table. “I’m guessing you all heard what happened the other night.” you sighed. “Yes, Damon gave us a slight impression.”Elena answered. “Maybe I just overreacted.” you admitted. “I love Stefan with all my heart. And it’s not like he is bad in bed. Not at all.” you explained. “(Y/N), it’s okay to want more from a relationship.” Caroline assures you. “Yes, definitely.” Bonnie said nodding. “But first we’re going to finish these drinks.” Elena said with a wink.

You were already a couple of drinks in when all of a sudden you saw Kol and Klaus entering the grill. They were closely followed by Damon and Stefan and your heart skipped a beat when you looked into Stefans eyes. He smiled at you shyly not sure if you had wanted to see him already. You smiled back and before you had the chance to stand up and walk over to him Kol joined the four of you. “I brought you a drink.” he said smirking as he handed you a tequila sunrise. “Thanks, Kol.” you said surprised as you took the drink from him.

You wanted to get up to see Stefan when all of a sudden a strong hand grabbed your arm. “Where do you think you’re going?” Kol asked. “To see Stefan.” you explained. “I can only let you go after you finish your drink.” he said secretive. “Uhm, okay then.” you said hesitantly. He was acting strange. Even for Kol. You didn’t think much of it tho and finished the drink quickly, showed the empty glass to Kol and left to see Stefan.

Stefan was over at the bar with a drink in his hand and his eyes on your body. “Hi, Stef.” you started. “I’m sorry. I crossed a line the other night and we don’t have to change anything if you don’t want to.” you said without breathing. Stefan silenced you by placing his lips on yours. He pulled you into a deep and passionate kiss. And you felt the world fading around you. Like it was just you and Stefan. He slowly pulled away from you and you felt yourself returning to the grill. “You don’t need to apologize, babe. I actually came to say that we can try whatever you want tonight.” he wishpered into your ear. Sending shivers down your spine. You gasped for air and nodded. “I would like that very much. Let me grab my things from the table and we can leave.” you said before you rushed over to the girls and Kol.

“I’m sorry to rush out like this.” you said to the girls, who were sipping their cocktails. “But something came up with Stefan.” you said, while you were unable to surpress a smirk. You were about to grab your things when that same strong hand from before grabbed your arm again. “I’m sorry, dear, but I’m afraid I can’t let you do that.” Kol said with dark eyes. “What the fuck do you mean?” you said as you tried to escape his grip, but he was way stronger than you. “It is getting way too boring over here in this shitty town.” Kol explained. “And after I overheard your little fight with Stefan the other night I came up with something to relight the fire in this town and perhaps also in your relationship.” he continued with a wink.

“What the fuck are you doing, Kol.” you said angrily. Stefan noticed that there was something happening and stood behind you and Kol in less than a second. “You heard her, asshole. Let her go or I’ll make you.” Stefan threatened Kol. “Or you’ll make me.” Kol said laughing. “I would like to see you try...” Stefan came at Kol immediately but he was no match for the Original. Kol threw him through the grill. Stefan was up on his feet again in no time and planned on attacking Kol a second time. “I would not come one step closer if I were you.” Kol said dark. “Unless you want me to cut her throat with this dagger.” he threatened as he grabbed a dagger from his pocket and held it against your troath.

“Kol, brother. You don’t want to do this.” Klaus began trying to calm down his brother. “You don’t think I’m capable of killing this little human.” Kol started to laugh. “Do you even know me, brother.” “I’m sensing some brotherly tension here.” Damon remarked sarcastically. “Oh shut up.” Klaus and Kol said in unison. “Kol, what do you want?” Stefan asked desperately. “What I want is quite simple actually. I just want to spark up this place.” Kol started to explain. “You see this town has gotten kind of dull without all the violence and bloodshed and I just want to change that.” he said with a low and dark voice.

“If you kill me, the only blood that will be shed, is yours.” you said with anger present in your voice. “You see. I really don’t want to kill you, (Y/N).” Kol began. “I would really miss that cute ass of yours if I did kill you.” he whispered in your ear. Stefan began to really lose his patience. “If you don’t want to kill her then why is that dagger pressed against her throat?” he remarked angrily. “Well, my dear Stefan. It is because slitting her throat won’t kill her. Not really...” he said simply. “So, just like how driving a white oak stake through your heart wouldn’t kill you. Oh wait it would...” Damon joked.

“Shit, Stefan. He means that it wouldn’t kill me, because it would turn me.” you explained. “I’m not following. There’s no vampire blood in your system.” Stefan said with utter confusion on his face. “Are you absolutely sure about that, Stefan.” Kol said with a smirk on his face. “Stefan, there is! He made me drink a tequila sunrise. I didn’t think much of it, but he must have spiked it.” you said shakingly. “Such a clever girl.” Kol remarked. “I’m glad one of you figured it out.” he laughed.

“No!” Stefan shouted. “I’m not going to let you turn her. Whatever you want I’ll do it just let her go.” “That is exactly the reaction I was hoping for, my best Stefan.” Kol smiled. “So of course I have an ultimatum. I won’t turn (Y/N). If you... Oh boy, this is going to be so much fun. Can you imagine all the blood that will be spilled...” “If I do what, Kol.” Stefan interrupted him. “Just one simple thing, Salvatore. Just turn your humanity off. That’s all I’m asking.” Kol smirked.

“No! Stefan, I won’t let you do that!” you screamed as tears dripped down your eyes. “It’s okay. Atleast now we can be together forever.” you tried to talk Stefan out of it, because you could see in his eyes that he was ready to turn it off. “Stef, I can’t let you go on a killingspree. Just listen to me.” you said desperately. You noticed that Stefan was torn by the dilemma. You honestly didn’t mind becoming a vampire and you and Stefan had talked numerous times about him turning you. You would always tell him that you were okay with whomever would turn you as long as it wasn’t Katherine Pierce or Kol Mikaelson. And here you were regretting you ever mentioned the latter to Stefan. You knew that he would never go through with this, he would never let Kol, of all people, turn you.

Kol also noticed the doubt in Stefans face. His goal was to make Stefan turn his switch, because that seemed like the most fun to him. “You know, Stefan. Chances are that whenever she turns, she will be sired to me. How great would that be. Your little girlfriend doing everything I desire. I also bet I can give her whatever she needs.” Kol smirked. “Fuck, I’ll do it! I’ll turn it off.” Stefan shouted, since he couldn’t take it anymore. “Just let her go.” he demanded. “It took you longer to cave than I anticipated, but I just knew that your love for this one girl would make you foolish. And no humanity Stefan would also boost your sexlife, so everybody wins.” Kol said triumphant.

He removed the dagger and pushed you towards Stefan. “Now it’s time to say goodbye to your beloved Stefan. God knows if you’ll ever see him again.” Kol laughed wickedly. You stumbled over to Stefan with the tears streaming down your cheecks. “Stefan, no! What have you done?” you said shakingly. “Whatever it takes, right.” Stefan said as he tried to calm you down. “I love you, Stef.” you said as you grabbed his cheek. “I love you too, (Y/N). Forever.” he said before he placed a soft and loving kiss on your lips. You looked back up in his gorgeous green eyes and that was the last you saw of the Stefan you love.

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Confessions [Stefan Salvatore]

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pairing - stefan salvatore x fem!reader

type - fluff, lil angst

note / request - “hi i just wanted to say absolutely loved your recent stef imagine🥰🥰can you write more of him? if you’re up for it!! also one where maybe like they’re always teasing and bickering because they like each other <33″ YES AH I LOVE STEFAN. yall are gonna hate me SO MUCH in the ending. enjoy :)

summary - after a little teasing goes to far, you’re forced to tell stefan your real feelings for him

warnings / includes - mild language, suggestive language. italics are your thoughts

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“Stefan!” You exclaimed.

Stefan rolled his eyes. “I had him!”

“No, you didn’t!” You shouted. “God, why can’t you just let me do my job! Why do you have to be such a control freak.”

“Cause I’m the one who made the plan,” Stefan said.

“Yeah, and it was literal dog-shit. I was about to stake him!” You said, putting your hands up in the air in exasperation.

Stefan rolled his eyes. “You should be thankful. You would’ve been toast if I didn’t come in.”

You clenched your jaw. “I’ll make you into toast.” You went to lunge at him, but arms pulled your back quickly. You kicked your feet in the air, trying to get out of the hold that Damon had you in.

“Let me go! I need to kick his ass!” You exclaimed.

Stefan smirked, “You’re human, you wouldn’t last one second.”

“We’ll see about that,” you said, managing to rustle out of Damon’s grip.

“Stop it!” Caroline yelled. You looked at the blonde who had her fangs out, ready to get in between you and Stefan.

“He started it!” You straightened up, pointing at Stefan.

“No, she did!” Stefan exclaimed.

“You two are act like 5 year olds. Grow up. Y/n, you were about to die if Stefan hadn’t come in,” Caroline said.

You scoffed, turning to your friend. “Really, Care?”

“See, told you,” Stefan snickered.

“But,” Caroline started, looking to Stefan. “You should’ve trusted her. She's more than capable of handling herself.”

You smirked. “HA! In your face, Salvatore!”

Stefan rolled his eyes. “I just didn’t want you to get hurt. I can’t live without my best friend.”

You teasing smirk turned to a soft smile. “Aw, Stef, I always knew you cared about me.”

“Barely,” Stefan scoffed.

“Oh, sure,” you giggled, walking up to him. “You adore me.”

“Only in some aspects,” Stefan said. “Oh, yeah? What are those aspects?” You smiled.

“Like when you’re quiet,” Stefan smiled at you.

Ouch.

You frowned, “Wow, so nice.”

“Well, you asked,” Stefan shrugged.

“Hm, true. Alright well, I’m tired of getting my feelings hurts by a vampires so, I’m gonna go home,” you said, walking over to the door.

“No, Y/n! Stay for dinner!” Elena begged. “Nah, I’m okay. I have ice cream at my house,” you shrugged.

“You sure?” Caroline asked.

“Yeah. See you guys tomorrow,” you smiled and waved before exiting the Salvatore’s house. You sighed and went to your car, going in and heading home. Once you got home, you put on your pjs and opened a pint of cookies and cream ice cream. You turned on Criminal Minds and cuddled up on the couch.

15 minutes into the episode, a knock on your door sounded. You paused the tv, getting up. You grabbed pepper spray and a knife you had hiding in a vase, going to the door hesitantly.

It’s 10:50 PM. Who is at my door?

You peaked through your window, relaxing immediately as you saw Stefan. You put your weapons on a nearby table, opening the door.

“Hey,” you smiled.

“Hi,” Stefan smiled back.

“What’re you, uh, doing here?” You asked. “I came bearing gifts. As an apology for being mean,” Stefan said, holding out a box of chocolates, a box of pizza, and some soda.

“And I should forgive you, why?” You asked.

“Because I’m your best friend and you love me?” He smiled.

You pursed your lips, putting your finger on your chin. “Hm, well, I do love chocolate and pizza and soda. I also kind of consider you as a friend, too, so... sure. I forgive you.”

Stefan smiled. “Awesome. Can I come in and hang out for a bit?”

“Sure,” you said, moving out of the way so he could step in. He stepped inside, slipping off his shoes and his leather jacket.

“Whatcha watching?” He asked, walking into the living room.

“Criminal Minds,” you said, walking in with him.

“Ah, nice. The show doesn’t scare you?” Stefan asked.

“Not when you’ve seen a vampire rip a person’s head off right in front of you,” you chuckled, taking your seat on the couch again. Stefan sat next to you, putting his arm on the top ledge of the couch.

“Right,” he chuckled.

You sat back into him, putting your head on his chest. Stefan put his arm around you, pulling you closer to him.

This was normal behaviour for you and him. You two had been best friends for the past 3 years since he came here. You two connected instantly. You were witty and teasing, which was something Stefan couldn’t help but be intrigued by and attracted to. After finding out he was a vampire, you two became closer. You learned all his secrets, everything about his childhood, and slowly fell in love with him. It was cliché, you knew, but it was true.

You had always been attracted to him, since day one. He was handsome, no doubt. He was also kind and dedicated to helping his friends and family, which was something you admired. You’re little crush on him stemmed from when he had saved you from Kol Mikaelson. Kol pushed you off the terrace after you tried to stake him, making you fall hundred of feet. You truly thought you were about to die, but Stefan Salvatore swooped in and saved you. From the moment he caught you in his arms, when you looked into his eyes, when your lips almost met, was the exact moment you knew you were starting to like him. The time you realized you were in love with him was when the teasing started.

You two had been friends for about a good year or so. You two had always had a playful relationship. You two made it that way because you two liked each other and it was easier to be mean to each other than admit your feelings, but you two didn’t know that about each other. Anyways, the moment you fell in love with him was when he was helping you cook for you and your friends. You were trying to have a nice night without all the crazy. Stefan and you were cutting some vegetables up when you sliced your finger. You expected him to go all crazy, but really, he helped you out. When he was cleaning up the cut and wrapping the bandage around your finger, there was a moment when both your eyes met and a little voice in your head that said, ‘he’s the one you love and are gonna marry’.

It had shocked you, at first, and there was a period of time where you shut him out because you couldn’t deal with your feelings. But you soon realized that you couldn’t live without your best friend and that if you weren’t gonna confess your feelings, you would at least keep him as a best friend. So, you two started to tease each other more and would bicker like an old married couple. Everyone seemed to notice your feelings for each other but you two. It was truly amazing, but you two seemed happy this way, so no one every really bothered you guys.

“Wow, that’s not gross at all,” Stefan said, commenting on what was happening in the show.

“Yeah. it’s kinda weird, but I’ve been watching this show for 10 seasons so, you know, I’m very used to it,” you shrugged.

Stefan smiled down at you, admiring how pretty you looked all natural, hair in a bun, and in your pjs. He liked how focused you were on the show, even though mutilated bodies were being shown on the screen, very very up close.

“I never would’ve pegged you for a criminal show type-of-girl,” Stefan said.

“I’m full of surprises,” you grinned.

“Yeah, I know,” Stefan smirked. You looked up at him, your eyes skimming his lips before gazing into his eyes.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked.

“Nothing,” he shrugged.

You started to yawn, putting your attention back on the tv.

“You should get some rest. You had a big day,” Stefan said.

“No, I wanna stay up and be a rebellious teen!” You exclaimed.

“You’re 18. You’re not a teen anymore,” Stefan chuckled.

You smiled, “True. But hey, you are! Aren’t you, like, 17?” You asked, looking back up at him.

“Yeah, but I’m also 165 years old,” he said.

“Haha, you’re still younger than me. I order you to go to your room and sleep. Oh, and you can’t talk back to me,” you giggled, teasing him.

Stefan rolled his eyes, “Ha-ha, you’re so funny.”

“Stefan Antonio Salvatore! Do not talk back to me!” You exclaimed, getting up from the couch. “Go to you room!”

Stefan stood up with you, towering over you. “How about I take you with me?”

You looked into his deep, green eyes. Your breath hitched, your heart racing to the point where you thought you were going to have a heart attack. Stefan took your hand in his, lighting your skin on fire. Heat rose up to your face, making you hide your face from his view so he didn’t see you blushing. But he put his other hand on your chin, lifting your face up and looking you in the eyes.

Your eyes went down slowly to his lips, subconsciously licking your own at the thought of kissing him. Your eyes went back up to his, noticing his eyes on your lips, too. Stefan’s arm snaked around your waist, pulling you in so your bodies touched. You felt the warmth radiating off of him, wanting to stay there forever. And as much as you wanted to kiss him, you knew you couldn’t. You knew he didn’t like you like that, and this was one of his ways of teasing you. So, you pulled away, turning away from his once more.

“You should, um, go. We’re both tired and stuff,” you said.

Stefan frowned, wishing you would follow along with him, but he didn’t try again. He didn’t want to force you into anything, especially since he wasn’t too sure about your feelings for him.

“Alright. I’ll go. I’ll see you later,” he said.

You nodded, not looking at him. “Bye.”

You heard the door open, hearing Stefan mutter a ‘goodbye’. Once the door closed, you started to cry. Tears that were forming in your eyes fell, coming down like a waterfall. You put your fist in your mouth, trying to drown out the sound of your cries, not wanting to wake your mom. You went to your room, curling up on your bed and hugging your pillow.

I wish I would’ve kissed him.

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You walked in Elena’s house, your mouth watering at the smell of bacon and eggs.

“Hm, who’s cooking?” You asked.

“Me,” Stefan smiled once you came around the corner.

“Oh, great,” you said. “Aw, come on, I apologized to you last night. Be nice,” Stefan said.

“Being nice to do is the last thing on my to-do list,” you snorted. “Give me some eggs and bacon?” “Nope. Say sorry,” Stefan said.

You rolled your eyes, walking over to Stefan and the stove. “In your dreams. Now, give me food, Stuffy,” you smiled, using a nickname you had made up for him.

“Not a chance, Y/n/n,” Stefan smirked.

You sighed and tried to grab the plate of bacon that was in his hand, but he held it up in the air. You huffed, jumping up and trying to get the plate from him.

“Stefan, I’m hungry! I didn’t have an actual dinner last night. Please,” you begged, jumping up, barely touching the plate.

Stefan put the plate down to your reach. You smiled, “See, I knew you couldn’t resist me.”

Right as you were about to grab the bacon, Stefan swiftly put the plate down, taking both your wrists in his hands. You fought against him, a big smile on your face.

Caroline, Elena, and Alaric scoffed in the living room.

“Are they ever gonna get together?” Alaric asked.

“Sometimes it seems like it,” Caroline says. “And sometimes it doesn’t,” Elena sighed.

“Why? They’re like, perfect for each other,” Alaric said, smiling a little when seeing Stefan scoop you in, spinning you around.

“They’re so oblivious to each other’s love, it’s annoying,” Elena said.

“And weirdly movie-like,” Caroline said. She sighed, looking at the two of you longingly. “I want what they have.”

“More like lack there of,” Alaric snickered.

Elena hit his shoulder, going over to the kitchen. “Okay, love birds, let’s eat. I’m starving,” Elena said.

Stefan let you go, your feet landing on the ground.

“So you’ll listen to Elena and not me?” You asked.

“Hm... yep,” Stefan smiled sweetly.

“Rude,” you remarked, making your way to the kitchen table.

Stefan brought over the food and you dug in. You all talked about a new plan to take out Klaus, which led to you needing to go back to your house to get some vampire-hunting supplies.

“Mind if I go with you? Might be some heavy lifting I’ll need to do,” Stefan said.

You rolled your eyes, “I’m strong enough, but sure. I could use someone to make it less boring.” You got up, putting on your shoes and jacket.

“See you later, guys,” you smiled and waved to the rest of your friends.

They waved back at you and Stefan followed you out to your car.

“So, what’s the reason you wanted to go with me?” You asked, getting in your car.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “I’m bored.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “Okay, yeah, what’s the real reason.”

“I um... I wanted to talk about last night,” Stefan said.

“Alright, but nothing happened. We did our little friendly-cuddle, you got all up in my personal space, and then you left and I went to bed,” you said.

Stefan shook his head, “No, Y/n. That’s not what happened.”

You parked your car in your driveway, getting out and going into your house.

“Then what happened, Stefan. Tell me,” you said, walking into your room and going into your closet.

“Well, we did do our cuddle thing, but it definitely wasn’t friendly. We also almost kissed,” Stefan said, following you.

“Sure, Stefan. You have a funny imagination, you know,” you said, getting out your box of weaponry.

“We did, Y/n. Stop being in denial. I also know that you cried after I left,” he said.

You looked up at him, scoffing and moving past him.

He just wants to get under my skin.

“Y/n, this isn’t one of the times where you can just walk away and we forget about it. I’m serious,” Stefan said.

Shit.

“How do you know I cried?” You asked.

“I... I heard you using my super-hearing through the door,” Stefan admitted.

You shook your head, “Stalker.”

Stefan went up behind you, grabbing your forearm, causing the box you had to drop on the floor. He turned you to him, looking deep and hard into your eyes.

“Let me go, Stefan,” you muttered through a clenched jaw.

“No. Why won’t you talk to me about this?” He asked.

“Be-Because I don’t want to. I have a right to not want to do anything, you know. Let me go!” You exclaimed, fighting against him.

Stefan shook his head. “No. I want to know why you pulled away. We had a moment, Y/n, and we’ve always been having moments since we met. I... I don’t know if you are in love with me, like I am with you, but I felt something last night. I know you did, too. I saw in your eyes and I know that you were crying because you pulled away and you were upset. So, Y/n, why’d you pull away?”

You looked up at him helplessly. “I... I pulled away because I was scared.”

“Scared of what?” Stefan asked softly.

“Scared of what would happen. I didn’t know if you loved me back. I was scared that if I kissed you, that I would lose our friendship. And as much as I wanted to kiss you, I can’t risk losing you,” you confessed.

Stefan’s hands let go of your wrists, going over to your waist. He pulled you closer, your bodies touching once again. Your heart beat against your ribcage, making you more nervous than ever. You looked up at him, leaning in closer.

“You’re in love with me?” You asked.

“Yeah. Probably since we became friends,” Stefan said.

“Me, too,” you smiled.

“I figured after last night,” Stefan smiled.

You chuckled, “Yeah.”

“So, are you gonna pull away now?” Stefan asked. He put his hand on your cheek, his hand staying on the small of your back. He looked into your eyes, waiting for your answer.

You shook your head with a smile. “No, not this time.”

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Chapter 6

Immortal Dilemmas

*Hailey Potter*

Once they were able to revive Ron, Hermione had to talk him down from trying to hunt down Stefan. She had to remind him Stefan is a vampire and probably wouldn’t take kindly to someone trying to give him the shovel talk. He begrudgingly agreed, muggle vampires were a lot stronger and faster than magical ones. There was even a rumor that they can control minds. He sat back down and looked towards Hailey, who was holding a hand to her stomach and lost to thought. He was worried for his sister, there hasn’t been a vampire born child in ninety years. The ministry had banned vampires and witches from producing more, they were going to have to add that to the list of what to fix.

“Hailey, other than the family and a few people you cannot tell anyone about this. The ministry already is in fear of you rising in power if they catch wind of this they’ll paint you as a Dark Lady.”, the ministry would not hesitate to take something that made Hailey happy to turn everyone against her.

“He’s right Hailey until we can fix and dig out corruption in the ministry you have to keep everything under wraps. The Daily Prophet, no doubt would also judge you for being so young and already becoming a mother without being married.”, the wizarding world is still in the dark times so while her age is a minor issue it was more to do with her not being married and producing an illegitimate heir that would inherit a massive fortune and the titles of the most powerful families. So they immediately started planning, Hailey was not going to put her child at risk. Phase one, was to tell the family about …everything. Phase two, take Hailey to Hogwarts to see Madam Pomfrey. Phase three, do more research and find information about half vampire children that could come in handy. It’s a vague plan but with Hailey in the equation it’s best to not have a detailed plan. She didn’t feel comfortable with the glamour constantly on. So she borrowed Hermione’s pallet of the twins makeup products that could hide marks on the skin pretty well.

“Hailey…I want you to know that no matter what happens with everyone downstairs Ron and I will have your back, we always will.”, they’ve had their ups and downs but it has always felt it was the three of them against the world. But maybe after the conversation downstairs it can hopefully grow into their family against the world. With it settled the trio hesitantly made their way back down to everyone in terse silence. It looked like everyone had decided to wait for them downstairs, and fill the living room with idle chatter. Remus and Tonks had came when the trio was still having their discussion. They had little Teddy with them, seeing him made Hailey wonder about her own child. Would they be a boy or a girl, would they take after her or Stefan more? A poke to her arm brought her out of her thoughts. Since the war had barely ended, everyone was still tense but if she didn’t do it now she knew she’d never be able to later. She cleared her throat and the chatter quickly ceased, a habit that everyone in the order developed. She took quick glances around the room, everyone was either sitting down or leaning on something and all were staring at her waiting for whatever she has to say. Though Remus’ gaze seemed a little more intense than the others, like he was trying to figure out a puzzle. Hailey remembered that while Remus was in his human stage he still had some senses from Moony. She realized that he may be able to smell Stefan on her… and maybe even the pregnancy. She needed to say everything before he blurts something out in shock…or anger. She took a deep breath.

“Everyone in this room has my upmost trust but…the information that I’m going to tell you is too important to be risked, I know that we’ve just gone through hell but this is me asking you as my family…to swear on your life and magic for this.”, gasps travelled through the room, even in the war Hailey hadn’t ask them to make a magical oath. She had said any information they had was not worth their lives, it was better for no one to know anything than have to take drastic action. Whatever she was going to tell them must mean more to her than the world. One by one everyone stood and raised their wands to their chest.

“I vow on my life and magic, that whatever Hailey Potter tells me will not be repeated to anyone not in this room or without her permission. So I say it so mote it be!”, Hailey had said and everyone recited her words. With the oath done she let out a breath of relief, that was one less thing to worry about.

“Now as you all know during the battle Vol-Tom had battled me. What you don’t know is that the wand that he was using had used to belong to the Headmaster. Tom had thought that with him killing Snape, he would come to own the wand. He was wrong. While Snape had done the killing blow it was Draco that disarmed Dumbledore.”, everyone had shocked and stunned faces besides the trio. Molly had noticed that Ron and Hermione weren’t shocked at the news. While everyone else was treated as soldiers, the trio had to become teen generals, they had more information about how the war went than anyone. Molly felt intense sorrow that her children, blood or not, had to go through a war and carry such a burden.

“At Malloy Manor when we were taken, we had ran into Draco. Seeing as he lied when he was asked to identify me, I did him a solid and just disarmed and petrified him. With me disarming him the wand had recognized that Draco was defeated even though he wasn’t using it. The wand became mine. When I was fighting Tom the wand had recognized me. It would not harm it’s master. After the battle I had planned to just snap it, it was too powerful to have in this world. But…it came back to me, good as new.”, everyone,excluding the trio, had gone stiff…there was only one wand that could have that much power but it wasn’t supposed to be real. Ignoring the stiff stances she continued.

“When I had disarmed Draco…I had unknowingly started the course of a prophecy. One that was so old I doubt that it was in the Department of Mysteries. It had stated that a descendant of the last brother would one day come into possession of all the Deathly Hallows making them the Master of Death, unable to be claimed by Death until Death deemed them ready…what people don’t realize is that if you go far enough into the Potter family history, you’ll find that a Iolanthe Peverell had married into the family. I had inherited the cloak from my father, I had obtained the wand from Draco,…and I had gotten the stone from Voldemort.”,Hailey stopped herself from saying the rest of the prophecy. She needed to gauge everyone’s reaction to her new title before saying anything else. She almost flinched when Molly had drew her into a hug and everyone had either joined in or was standing in a very close circle around her. She was startled when sh heard muffled crying. Molly was crying into her shoulder and everyone else was either trying to hold back their tears or hold back the curses that they wanted to throw at the world in anger at the unfairness. All Hailey had ever wanted was to be happy and settle down. How could fate be so cruel to her?

But Hailey was relieved at their reactions. At least no one looked afraid of her, it was more like they were afraid for her. While she was taking in the reactions she was pulled into a bear hug by Remus who had finally calmed down enough to go and hug her. But then, Remus took a big breath in through his nose. Both him and Hailey stiffened in realization. Before the battle he had been able to drag her into a hug, she had smelled of innocence and of floral fragrances. But now…while she still had her floral fragrance, her…innocence…was…GONE!?!? It was replaced by a musky woodsy scent and another scent that had smelled familiar but before he could place it Hailey put a firm hand on his forearm. He looked to her and was going to start sprouting off about ‘where the hell was the guy?’ and ‘what in the world happened last night?’ but a stern look from stopped him. He would respect her demand to wait, but they will be having the conversation. Once he was seated like everyone else, he had casted a quick look towards his wife and son. Ron and Hermione flanked her, showcasing the image of them readying to step in front of her if necessary. Everyone grew worried as Hailey started to speak again, what else has happened?

“When I found out we were in the library, I had freaked out and panicked. My magic reacted to it and accidentally apparated me. When I landed, I was in Oregon, America near a small town. I thought I could use some time alone to think about everything. I was wandering for a while before a guy had pulled up to me in his car asking if I needed a ride.”, she was met with several ‘you should know better’ looks. She just rolled her eyes. Stefan was impulsive but he didn’t intend hurt her. Thinking of him made her heart yearn and she had to continue before she got lost in remembering him.

“In order to break the silence we started talking and really connected on an emotional level. We got into some heavy topics about our past. So in order to help us get distracted he offered to go drinking-“ before she could continue all the guys had started spewing curses and yelling out questions about this ‘guy’. She just cleared her throat again and continued.

“We talked some more. But soon enough we had left the bar. I really like Stefan, he was pretty cute and I had some liquid courage…I kissed him.”, the females of the room had started to squeal and demand Hailey that she had to tell them more later. She started to get irritated when she overheard about how brutal Fed and George were planning to prank Stefan.

“Leave him alone! I had made the first move, you can’t do anything when I initiated it.”, they were quick to stop…for now.

“Now what I’m about to say, I need you all to not freak out. There is more to the prophecy then me becoming the Master of Death. It had stated that with me and a creature of death…we would be able to…produce…the Heir of Death.”, it was so quiet that she could have heard a pin drop, she just needed to rush through and get it done.

“Last night, Stefan and I…we had…sex. You see turns out Stefan is a muggle vampire, making him a creature of death. And with me as the Master and him the Creature we were able to make the Heir!”, she said with haste in her last sentence. She waited until she felt Hermione and Ron pull her behind them. The explosion she was expecting had finally blew. Though she was expecting Ms.Weasley to start shrieking, she was surprised to find Remus to be louder.

“HAILEY JAMIE POTTER!! ARE YOU SAYING THAT YOU ARE PREGNANT WITH A RANDOM VAMPIRE’S CHILD?!?”, Remus was infuriated. Teddy had started to cry but he was quickly calmed down by Tonks. That’s what that other smell was! He had thought it was familiar, he had smelled it on Tonks for months, the smell of pregnancy. It was one thing that she had slept with a vampire, it was her choice on who she sleeps with and he didn’t have any say on the matter. He didn’t care that it was a vampire as long as they were both consensual and safe. Apparently being safe didn’t cross their mind! However, being pregnant with a half-ling was a sure way of having the ministry put a bounty on her head. Hailey was mad at him saying Stefan was a ‘random’ vampire. She nudged at Hermione to let her pass then stomped towards Remus with a angry scowl on her face.

“He’s not just some random vampire Remus! You don’t know what he’s had to live through! I love him Remus, it just so happens that our love lead to OUR child! OURS, it’s not just his child it’s mine too! I know it’s dangerous but this could be my only chance of doing my dream! Let me tell you the ministry can try but they will NEVER lay a hand on my child!”, her chest was heaving. She had frustrated tears in her eyes. At seeing Hailey about to cry, Remus started to panic. He did what he did to her when she would cry as a baby. He went over to her, hugged her gently, and started patting her back in a rhythm. She was tense but it was slowly melting away. Remus finally spoke.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that he didn’t mean anything to you. I’m just worried for you cub. If the ministry find out they’ll have a field day with this. But I want you to know that whatever you choose to do I’ll do my best to help and support you.”, he had said it in a soft tone, the same one when he talked to her as a baby. Hailey had pulled back slightly and had a gentle smile on her face. She then turned to everyone and saw that their expression matched hers. She walked back to Ron and Hermione.

“I plan on having and raising my baby. Also once they are born, until the whole ministry mess is clear, I’ll move to the muggle world to raise my baby. But until then, I’m going to need my family’s help to make sure that my baby makes it to the world and that the ministry is left clueless.”, they all nodded along with tentative smiles. This is Hailey’s chance a pure happiness, after everything she’s done for them, they were gonna do their best for her baby. But the twins being who they are were quickly tired of the mushy atmosphere and had mischievous smirks as they threw a question at Hailey that everyone wanted answered.

“Soo, Hailikkins, what exactly about this Stefan that makes you looooove him?”, Fred had asked with a cheeky smile. Her face grew warm and before she could say anything, George spoke up.

“And do tell why I notice our signature makeup covering your neck?”, George could notice cause after a while the makeup would develop a shine to it. While not exposing what the user was hiding, it still brought attention to the applied area. It was a work in progress

“Well? We’re waiting.”, the twins said at the same time. Their stares filled with mischief and chaos.

“Umm…”, she was bright red and actively avoiding everyone’s gazes. Why couldn’t Stefan be here to share this embarrassment?!

#harry potter #fem!harry potter #harry potter x stefan salvatore #master of death #stefan salvatore #vampire diaries #pregnancy #overprotective #overprotective Weasley Family #overprotective Remus Lupin

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freddieslater · 3 years

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Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Josie Saltzman x Jed Tien (Legacies)

Requested by anonymous

Josie's laughing. She has been for nearly the last half hour, no matter how serious she keeps trying to be.

"No, no — that's not what it says!" she says, trying to sound stern but only laughing more as Jed continues purposefully messing up the script. She reaches to take it back from him. "Stefan would never say that!"

"It's creative freedom," Jed argues, grinning. His voice only grows more amused as he stretches his arm up further with the script, knowing that she can't reach it but delighting in watching her try. Those stupid four inches of height really do make a difference even sitting down. "Landon took creative freedom just writing this whole thing, so why can't we?"

Josie puffs out a breath, momentarily pausing her attempts. "Because — Landon kept as close to the facts as he could through history books and talking with my uncle Damon, but you—“

She lunges for the script, thinking his guard will be lowered enough for her victory. But Jed has the reflexes of a wolf and immediately stretches his arm higher, switching the script over to his right hand to add even more of an obstacle, and leaving her hands to lunge pointlessly at his wrist. Jed laughs and it's impossible for Josie not to as well, even through her groaning and slumping in defeat.

"—you're just making things up!" she finishes with another huff.

"You don't know that!" Jed insists, his eyes shining with joy at their playful bickering. "Here, listen, I feel like I can really capture Stefan's inner monolouge." He clears his throat theatrically and Josie rolls her eyes even as she bites the inside of her cheek to keep her smile from straying too far at the serious, brooding look he puts on. "I'm so conflicted. Should I tell Elena that I'm a vampire, or should I cover myself in glitter and go out in the sun in front of her in the hopes that she'll catch on?"

"Oh my god, sto-o-op!" Josie exclaims, bursting into laughter again and throwing her head back. "You sound like Uncle Damon!"

"I'm mocking Damon," Jed counters, his mock seriousness cracking to let his grin shine through as he slips back into his dramatic speech, standing up. Josie's eyes widen and she follows him, back to actively trying to retrieve the script from him. "What if she would prefer a sparkling boyfriend? Will I have to lie and tell her Twilight was real for the rest of our lives together?"

"I think she would notice you were lying when you run out of — glitter!" Josie makes another failed lunge for the script. She jumps for it, but Jed quickly switches hands again. "Or when she becomes a vampire as well and realizes that she burns just trying to open the curtains."

Jed hums and nods as if in genuine deep thought, all while still walking backwards and ensuring the script is out of her reach. She's not really trying to get it back anymore. More just making halfhearted lunges for it, only succeeding in grabbing at his arms instead.

"You make a good point," he concedes. "Maybe she'd be willing to settle for me in all of my non-sparkliness." A mischievious glint brightens in his eyes as he looks at Josie and plasters on that brooding look again. "Elena. I'm sorry I don't sparkle."

Josie rolls her eyes. "Are we really doing this?"

Jed raises an eyebrow and gives her a look that says, we are if you play along. And, okay, they have some time to spare for rehearsal. Landon probably won't need them for another half hour while he's going over Lizzie's scenes as their mom and Cleo as Aunt Bonnie. They're having some trouble getting their last duet number done, the one before the wedding after Stefan killed Enzo. It's a whole thing.

So, playing along could be fun.

"You lied to me, Stefan," Josie says, putting on her best impression of her aunt Elena. She tries not to think about how much trouble she would be in for this with her. "You told me it was all real. Was it all just an act? Are you even really allergic to garlic?"

The last part nearly makes Jed crack up on the spot, having to press his lips together. After a calm beat, he gets back into character — or at least the caricatures of them — and looks at Josie with wide eyes, pleading with her.

"I..." He turns his head away dramatically, and in a whisper, says, "No. I'm not."

Josie scoffs and takes a step back as if scandalized. Disgusted.

"Our entire relationship is a lie!" she accuses, a hand on her chest. "Did you plan on running into me that day outside the bathroom? Was this whole thing just some... some twisted, manipulation?"

"No!" Jed steps towards her, hands outstretched to reach for hers, but Josie holds one up in front of her, stopping him short. "No, it was nothing like that. Yes, I — I maybe did run into you on purpose that day, but it's because I already knew how much I cared about you. And when we did meet, those feelings for you only grew stronger."

They are partially taking words from the script, Josie acknowledges, only saying them instead of singing them, and it's only bits here and there. The rest is entirely improvised on the spot, and Josie will admit, she's kind of impressed by how well he's nailing this. She knew he was really excited about getting to play Stefan but she hadn't really thought he put that much thought into it beyond... well, showing off like a lot of the others who auditioned.

"But how can I know that you're telling the truth?" Josie says, shaking her head sadly. She gingerly reaches for the pendant around her neck, fingering it gently as she glances down at it. "You could have gotten in my head without me knowing about it."

"I would never do that to you," Jed insists firmly, trying to catch and hold onto her gaze. "That necklace protects you from any vampire's mind compulsion. I gave it to you to protect you."

"From you?" Josie snaps, her head shooting up and her chin jutting out with a glare.

A mistake, because it gives Jed the perfect opportunity to keep her eyes locked on his. Once they're there, focused on his wide, sad eyes — they're not as dark in this lighting and up this close, they're kind of like a shimmering brown, little lighter brown specks flickering like sparks off of a spell against the darker brown — she can't look away. She's too caught up in it.

"Yes," Jed agrees softly. "From me as well. So you would know, when this moment finally came, that I would never dream of doing anything to hurt you. Not on purpose." He sighs. "You don't have to trust me, Elena, but please believe that I'm telling the truth when I tell you that everything else was real, including... especially my feelings for you."

"How can you be so sure, Stefan?" Josie asks. "How -- how do you know yourself that what you feel for me is real and not just some way for you to hold on to your past?" She steels her stare as best she can, setting her jaw. "To Katherine?"

"Because what I feel for you is beyond anything I ever felt for Katherine," Jed swoops right in, saying the right words in the right voice.

He steps forward and she doesn't back away this time, but tilts her head up, keeping her ground. Then, with perfect calculation, and as smooth as if he does this all the time, he reaches out and rests a hand on either side of her neck, thumbs just barely brushing her jaw. When she says she freezes like a statue, she means it save for the shiver that runs from where his palms are touching her skin, down her spine and up the back of her neck.

"You and her… you're nothing alike," Jed says, softening his voice like melted butter, and Josie swears she's not just staring at him with her mouth open in awe, but she also can't be sure. "You share an appearance, but when I look at you... you're all I see. No one else. Because your heart is what make you who you are, and your soul. And those are things I can feel and see, and they're the reason that I fell in love with you. Because of who you are, the way you think, the way you love and feel so passionately."

He slips a hand up to lightly brush away a stray lock of her hair. His eyes follow his own fingers to tuck it behind her ear. Josie tries to recall if werewolves have heightened hearing because her heart may be turning into a ticking time bomb and she's not too sure why, but something is telling her no one else should be allowed to hear it.

"That's why I love you," Jed repeats, reconnecting with her gaze. "Even if you may never believe that."

This is her cue, a little voice reminds her, suddenly striking an alarm bell that reverberates through her mind and kicks her out of her staring —gazing, it was definitely gazing, Lizzie would call it gazing, for sure.

"I believe you," she breathes out.

Jed blinks in surprise, then a soft smile takes its place. Josie returns it.

Then the Lizzie voice echoes back through her mind, saying, this is the part in the play where you kiss. And that thought absolutely terrifies Josie, because — what? They were just joking around, but it's occuring to her now that come show night, they will be doing this again, for real, and yes, there will be a kiss. A very scripted kiss. No spontaniety.

"Even..." she continues quietly, kicking the train of thought off its tracks and diverting down a safer route, "... if I'm disappointed that you don't sparkle. I was looking forward to having a disco ball for a boyfriend."

It successfully breaks Jed out of character; he laughs and has to look away. Josie almost breathes a sigh of relief with the connection broken. It was like a spell had come over her. She just laughs with him, her shoulders easing down a little from where they had hunched with frozen tension.

Before either of them can speak again, there's an outburst of applause from the doorway. Josie's and Jed's eyes widen as they both quickly look over to find Landon, Lizzie, and Cleo standing there. All three are clapping and wearing bright smiles; Landon's eyes are wide and... in awe, his expression like an excited puppy; Cleo is simply smiling, but there's something in her eyes that dances around the knowing expression; and Lizzie has never looked so smug in her life.

The two of them break apart, Jed quickly pulling his hands back to him then hastily stuffing them in his pockets. Josie fiddles with the pendant around her neck and tries to avoid looking at anyone as her cheeks flush hot and probably red.

"That... was amazing!" Landon is saying, marching right over to them with purpose that gives Josie great anxiety. "You two — oh my god, the chemistry? You have nailed the roles of Stefan and Elena, I mean" —he's looking between them with those wide eyes of disbelief, shaking his head— “if I didn't know better watching that, I would have sworn it was real! You were obviously the perfect choices for this."

Josie's face only flushes harder, more furiously at that comment. She chuckles nervously, and it ends too quickly. When she glances up at Lizzie, she finds exactly the expression she was anticipating. The knowing side-eye, the smirk, the slightly tilted head that says she is definitely getting involved in this. That's going to be a fun conversation.

Meanwhile, Jed rubs his neck sheepishly and tries not to appear too flustered under the many pairs of eyes. "Thanks! Uh, yeah, we were just... practicising. We went a little off-script, sorry about that. Just wanted to get a feel of the characters."

"Oh yeah, I don't doubt you wanted a feel of the characters," Lizzie emphasizes to Josie's mortification. She ignores her do you have to?! look of alarm and crosses her arms. "But... I agree with Landon."

"Yes, you two were incredible," Cleo chimes in, and Josie manages a small smile of thanks back at her when she catches her eyes. "I don't know this Stefan or Elena but with you two playing them, I feel like I do."

Josie's rubbing at her neck now, trying to keep her smile in place as she nods. "Thanks. So, uh, are you guys done rehearsing?"

The quick change in subject does not go unnoticed by either of the girls. Or Jed, who slides her a glance that adamantly avoids catching. Only Landon, who deflates a little but doesn't entirely lose the strangely upbeat thing he has going on at the moment.

"Sort of. For now. We're taking a break," he says. "We've got most of the number down. It's just this bit towards the end, but it'll be all fine. You guys just keep rehearsing — all of you!"

He points a finger at each of them in turn as he starts to back away. Josie's beginning to think his upbeat thing is more of a nervous breakdown thing the more she sees him. It's like he's becoming more and more unravelled with every rehearsal. Understandable, she thinks quietly to herself, it's not exactly easy.

As he leaves the gym, Lizzie turns an arched eyebrow on them. "So, should we leave the two of you to continue rehearsing or—“

"Actually, I have Chemistry — I mean—“ Josie hasn't wished Malivore to swallow her whole so much in her life "—I have class. So, uh..." She turns to face Jed for the first time since they were interrupted and shoots him a smile, asking, "Later? We can, uh, pick back up from... pa-page twenty-three?"

Jed nods, maybe a little too vigorous and frantic. "Yeah, of course!"

"Okay! Good." Josie swings right around, saying, "Bye!" then marches straight towards the door and out of the gym before anyone can stop her.

#legacies #legaciesedit #josie saltzman #jed #jedosie #josie x jed #jed x josie #rowing the rarepair rowboat #myedits*#OKAY BUT I'M INTO THIS CAN YOU TELL #I'm so into this ship now damn it #this is like jedosie + a side of stelena lmao and I loved writing it #I'm technically cheating because this is actually part of a fic I'm writing but shhh #long post #jed tien

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justmarvelwriting · 3 years

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The Defender

So uh, hi. My names Sinead and I was completly enthralled by @shiningloki 's fic Get on Your Knees and Pray for Me (Please read it, it's a work of art. Warning; Heavy NSFW.) Annnnd I wanted to see this little family again so. Here we go. A fan fic of a fan fic.

CHAPTER 1

Stefan smiled as he peered from the top of his book to watch his parents on their balcony above him secretly. He’d long since grown from his childishness of gagging every time his parents so much as chastely pecked each other on the lips. Now his heart warmed as he watched them both laughing above him. They both deserved the happiness they had that the thought of anything tearing them apart broke Stefans heart a little. They both bore scars, all of which he was fascinated with as a child, small fingers tracing each bumpy outline. He was no longer fascinated by them, but understood why his father bore his so openly and proudly. It was his mother who explained to him quietly that mental scars ran much deeper, and much larger then the physical ones he bore from battle. Those were the ones he was most proud he overcame.

“How does he show them off mama?” He mumbled quietly as she stroked his hair.

“By carrying you on his shoulders every chance he gets.”

He chuckles when he remembers the night his father had finally told him the fairytale. He snorted. Asta gave it that name. Loki had tried to keep a stern look on his face but it broke into a grin even so.

It was told to him the night after he had gotten in….an altercation with another boy his age. The boy had a mouth, and he liked to run off with it.

“Nothing but the spawn of the common Midgardian whore and the Dark Prince who fell from Odin's grace!”

Stefan possessed magic that equaled his fathers at his own age, but instead he went the more satisfactory route.

He had punched him twice. Once for calling his mother, a fully realised Goddess in her own right, a common Midgardian whore. The second, for daring to slander his fathers name with such old cruelties.

“I am Lokison,” he yelled, shoulders straight, “and you will NEVER speak ill of my family again.”

One of his friends had pointed out he failed to punch him for insulting him. But Stefan had grinned, his mouth and nose bloody before dragging himself to his mother’s quarters before she found out through other means. She was attending to Eira, the youngest of his siblings who was only a toddler at the time when she caught sight of him. Her face had paled, and he rushed to explain he was ok, they weren’t in danger. He’d just gotten into a fight. She had chided him softly as she moped his nose and chin, Eira bouncing on his lap as he tried to assist, small hands bouncing gently off his chin. His father had appeared not two minutes after, hawking that Baldyrs son was walking around with a broken, bloody nose.

“About bloody —“ He spun slowly on his heel and faced him with wide eyes.

“He called Mom a common whore and slandered your name.” He straightened his back, looking his father squarely in the eyes, "I don't regret a thing."

He coughed, trying to hide the proud smile that stretched his face, “You know not to be fighting in court.”

When your mother had left him in his room that night, Loki had appeared at the door.

“You know, I did convince her you shouldn’t be punished too harshly. You showed restraint after all. You could have used your magic.” he still fought a smile, a rapidly losing battle.

“Thor is very proud of me, apparently, by the way.” he grinned, sweeping his hair out of his eyes.

That made his father unravel into fits of laughter, clutching his side. He snickered also, but it made him wince with his nose.

Loki had sighed, smiling as he sat on the bottom of his bed, and had launched into the tale.

“So truly I can’t really tell you off for defending your family's honour, I did take 5 bullets for your mother after all.” He finished smoothly, smirking at Stefans expression.

“Dad, you didn’t just take 5 bullets you literally took on bloody Odin himself!”

“With your grandmother, uncle and mother in tow.” He warned him, expression serious, “If you take anything from this my dearest Stefan please let it be that you can rely on your family. I am only ever,” he tapped his necklace, “one call away.”

“Stefan!” The present dragged him back to reality and he raised his hand waving to Alex to join him.

Two boys, him and Eira. Two girls, Asta and Eva. And then Alex, his sibling. Five plus Mom and Dad made the perfect storm for the Lokison name.

Alex's cheeks were flushed as they barreled into the chair beside him, slicking back long, inky hair once they caught their breath. Eira was the youngest, still only a child but soon a teen, then Alex, Eva, Asta and himself. Eva was his mother, but smaller, and Alex was similar, but for the inky black hair the rest of the family inherited.

"Uncle Thor had to leave the sparring match early," they explain as Stefan checks his watch, a frown settling over their face, "He was in such a hurry, it was kind of unsettling actually."

Stefan waved his hand, both acting as a dismissive gesture and that to vanish his book, "The nine realms have never known such peace. Don't worry. A diplomatic hiccup, not much more. The realms have never trusted each other more. How could they not? Mother is in charge of that after all." Stefan grinned and Alex relented, grinning up at their parents with a similar adoration on their face that Stefan showed quietly moments before.

"Maybe it's trouble down on Midgard." Stefan mused quietly, "The Avengers perhaps?"

Alex hummed quietly, basking in the late evening sun.

//--//--//

Loki smiles, wrapping arms around your waist as you both look down at two of your children talking quietly in the garden, hands flying animatedly as they throw arguments back and forth.

"I think we did an amazing job my love." he mutters quietly as he watches them both spring to their feet with a laugh that echoes the courtyard, Stefan summoning wooden swords for them to spar harmlessly with.

"I think we did." you smile and you mentally capture this moment in your mind forever. You'd have to paint it, actually. Your hall of art had changed over the years, reflecting your growing family. But by far Loki's favourite was the one at the very end, the huge canvas of your family all together. It would need to be redone, once Eira became a man in his own right, of course. But for now, it captured your family perfectly. You toyed with your necklace, watching thoughtfully as Stefans and Alex's chains glow with your grass green magic for a moment before they fade back to their deep emerald green once more. You felt so peaceful, but something didn't feel right, not in your gut.

"What troubles you, my pet?" Loki purrs and your eyes flutter closed as he places soft kisses all along your throat, hands gripping your waist tighter.

"Something doesn't feel right…" you murmur, sighing softly as the warmth of his lips leave their position. Loki hums softly, dragging you back into your chambers.

"We are all safe." he reassures you quietly, pressing a hand to your chest, "And if anything happens… we will know."

You nod but sigh anyway. Loki chuckles, pressing you against the wall, "My little Goddess… always so attentive to her tasks."

His voice dips and your worry flees your mind as his hand goes up to grip your throat, "I have many tasks I could focus your attention on… your lips around my cock… my hand beating your ass red."

You whimper quietly, but just as Loki is about to speak, his eyes flashing dangerously, there's a knock on the door. Loki growls, only detaching himself slightly before clearing his throat.

"Yes?"

"Prince Loki, your brother requests your presence in the throne room immediately. There's an urgent diplomatic matter he wishes you to aid him in."

Loki sighs and presses his forehead to yours.

"Tell brother dearest I'm coming."

"Later." he promises quietly, smiling and pressing a single finger to your lips. You smile and resist the urge to take it into your mouth.

You smooth your hair and peer out the window. Stefan and Alex are hugging each other tightly, before Alex pushes him away playfully. Stefan notices you and waves up, a wide smile on his face. You blow a kiss and he laughs, a note appearing before you, floating into your hand.

Love you too Mom xx

You sigh dramatically. A carbon copy of his father. The only thing separating them was Stefan's short hair.

You exit your chambers, old habits dying slowly of kissing each of the children goodnight.

---///---///

It's late when Stefan wakes, darkness still cloaking his room and he frowns. He's an unusually heavy sleeper, and is often made fun of when he emerges late from his room in the early hours of the evening.

His curtains flutter and his heart beats loudly in his chest. He closed his balcony door before he went to bed. And locked it.

Quietly, he summons a dagger and swings his feet out of bed. He scans his room, concealing his dagger with his magic, but his hand is shaking. He closes his eyes and focuses on the necklace at his throat.

"Dad, come quietly, quickly. I think there's someone in my room."

The response is almost instantaneous, but the only indication to him is the dip in his bed.

"Stand, pretend to head for the bathroom, keep your dagger hidden."

He felt his father's hand at the back of his neck, squeezing him gently, "You're safe, my son. No harm will come to you."

Stefan stands lazily, heading to his bathroom, eyes darting around as he fakes a yawn, running his fingers through his hair.

A figure leaps from the darkness and he growls, dropping into a roll, the attacker leaping into a crumpled heap before they both leap to their feet. The attacker lunges, but he is caught by his throat, his father revealing himself in a flash of brilliant green light. The fury on his father's face is nothing Stefan has ever seen before, cold hard lines and his eyes practically glow in the dark room.

"Well done my boy." Loki grins at him as Stefan leans heavily on his door frame hand to his chest. Then his heart stops.

"The others!" he lets his dagger clatter to the floor and practically flies out of the door, sword fitting in his palm easily. He practically kicks down the door of each of his siblings in turn, flooding the room with light, before stumbling back out. Asta practically leaps out of bed when he wakes her, the panic on his face telling her everything she needs to know. He flicks her a dagger and they both sprint towards Alex's room, feet impossibly loud on the marble floor. Stefan grits his feet and Alex's door practically flies off its hinges.

Just in time to see someone leap off his balcony ledge, Alex draped over their shoulders like a sack of bricks.

"ALEX." Astas scream pierces the air but Stefan leaps off the balcony like a deranged man, landing impossibly lightly before taking off at a breakneck speed. The attacker weaves in and out of the maze of hedges trying to lose him, but a cold smile graces Stefans face. He's been running in these gardens since he was a child, he knows every pocket like the back of his hand.

"Stop!" He bellows as they reach the edge of Asgard, the attacker not turning to face him, "I am Stefan of Asgard, Son of Loki and you will release my sibling immediately."

The attacker turns slowly. But Stefan can only see his thin smile.

"No."

And he falls backwards.

#Loki #mculoki #fan fic #fan fic of a fan fic #writers on tumblr #loki x female reader #getonyourkneesandprayforme #it’s a masterpiece you better have read it

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Pieces of People - Part 14

Author: @exquisitley-obsessed

Summary: Vampire y/n returns to Mystic Falls after finding out her friend Stefan Salvatore has gone off the rails with blood, what she doesn’t expect to happen is find out her deep-rooted connections with the Mikaelson family, in particular – Elijah.

Word Count: long

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: I love how it takes me a few weeks but I always come back to this story!

MASTERLIST FOR THIS STORY,

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“Vodka and…lots of ice.”

Y/n smiled at the young bartender before taking the drinks menu and fanning herself. It was hot. Unbearably hot - the kind of summer heat that makes the air feel foggy, where you have no choice but to sit in a sun-daze and wait till it passed. Sitting there on that slippery bar stool, y/n could feel the sweat drip down her bare thighs, her short skirt and strappy top doing little to help with the sweltering warmth. The window, a few feet away, was only able to splutter out measly coughs of wind, but y/n took each one gratefully. Summer had hit, and New Orleans was paying for it.

“Thank you,” She took the glass with need, allowing the crisp, cool liquid hit the back of her throat and burn its way down - it had been a while since she had last fed, and she needed that extra something to ease the throbbing hunger. The car journey was long and brutal. It started off wonderful, driving down to New Orleans on the open road with the clear, blue skies above, the windows rolled all the way down, the car flooded with air. But as she neared the city the number of cars increased and soon she was sitting in constant traffic, the black as night car heating up around her, encasing her in thick air. Eventually she had got the damn thing parked and crawled her way into the nearest bar – she had earned that much she decided. As soon as she had had a break she would be off again, headed for the address Klaus outlined in his note

It had come through the door a few weeks after the night of the storm. A few weeks after y/n had seen Elijah. They had proceeded to talk the whole night as they, very slowly, made their way back to the Salvatore mansion. He had left her with nothing but a kiss on the cheek and a plea that she come to New Orleans as soon as she could – she proceeded to promise him that she would meet him for a whiskey and a night of mischief one day, just as soon as she was no longer required in Mystic Falls.

Then in came the letter.

Dearest y/n,

Trouble has arisen here in New Orleans and I require all the friends and family I have. I know I am not one to ask for help but please – I need you. I hope to see you as soon as possible, if you come, talk to no one. I don’t know who I can trust. I’m staying at the Brumley House, Room 507.

Cordially,

Klaus

“Typical,” Damon had scoffed as he read it over her shoulder, “You don’t know what you’re gotten yourself into y/n – ended up accidentally joining the Mikaelson army.”

Ignoring Damon’s snide comments, y/n proceeded to pack her bags, seeing clearly the gravity of the situation. Klaus would never, ever ask for help - unless it was seriously necessary. She had driven down the following day and had ended up here, sweating furiously in a bar in sunny New Orleans.

“Excuse me, another?” Y/n smiled and watched as her second drink was fixed sucking on the ice cubes of her first, still bitter from the vodka’s bite.

“I never took you for a vodka and ice kind of girl.” A voice swam from behind her and y/n swirled around before a soft smile warmed her cheeks.

“Klaus.” He moved to sit next to her on the bar, his usual jacket discarded of, leaving him in a dark shirt and jeans. “Well, desperate times call for desperate measures.” She answered. Her hearing at that moment kept focusing in on the poor bartender’s pulse, the thick blood currently beating around his body, the veins in his neck quivering as it did so. Her mouth felt hot and dry, her teeth aggressively sharp the razor edges running against her inner lip. Snatch, snack, erase. Damon’s mantra drummed through her head, she couldn’t help but wonder when the bartender went on his break.

“Here you go.” His cheery voice snapped her back into reality.

“Thank you.” She mumbled, taking the glass without eye contact.

“I think perhaps right now it’s not vodka you want.” Klaus eyed the bartender, “Perhaps something to make you feel a little more, how shall I say...human?” Y/n ignored the comment and took another sip, rolling her eyes.

“I was just coming to find you.”

“Oh really?”

“Well, those were your instructions, right? Brumley House, room 507. Talk to no one.” Y/n quipped as she shuffled the ice cubes about in her glass.

“Y/n,” Klaus murmured after a moment, “What are you talking about?”

“What?” She turned to him. He was staring at her wide eyed and a little confused, the fact that he had never heard of a note or even Brumley house was clear as day. “Klaus…you sent me a letter, right? You told me you needed me here, in New Orleans.”

“A letter?” He quipped, his brow raised quizzically. Swiftly y/n dug around in her back pocket before protruding a well thumbed note and handing it to Klaus. She watched as he pinched it carefully before uncurling the slip to read. His eyes turning a distant grey colour as he dissolved into his own mind. Then he was up, taking long strides out of the bar leaving y/n to quickly slap down some money, grab her bag and chase after him.

“Klaus!” She called, running down the street. “Klaus, wait for me!” She watched as he turned and disappeared down an alley, she picked up the pace. It wasn’t long until she had caught up with him, finding him halfway down the path, scanning the note in more seclusion. “Klaus where are you going? What are we going to do? Klaus.”

“Y/n I did not send you this letter, do you understand? Someone here in New Orleans wants you here and wants you to come to this address, I mean for God’s sake if you hadn’t just so happened to stumble into Marcel’s bar, I would never have seen you, then what? You’d be there by now, dealing with witches or wolfs, we don’t know what happened when we lifted the mind block from you, this kind of magic isn’t your typical kind of every day bog standard Harry Potter stuff love-”

“Klaus! I got it, okay…I know...I’m beginning to realise all of that, but my question still remains…what are we going to do?” Klaus looked at her for a moment, but his brain was buzzing wildly behind his eyes as another Mikaelson plan formulated before him.

“We’re going to go to this address, we’re going to see who wants you so badly, and then we ‘re going to kill them.”

***

A distant bell was now ringing in her ears. She sat in the front of the car, watching sedately as dust particles swam in the sunlight, they moved numbly before her, drifting this way and that before disappearing in the shadows, never to be seen again.

Her throat now felt raw. The blood pounding in her head as she struggled to focus on the setting around her. God, she should have just compelled that bartender into the alley, better safe than sorry.

“Are you okay?” Klaus asked, y/n hadn’t even noticed that he had opened her door for her.

“I’m fine.” She coughed before giving him a smile. And she was, a little hunger isn’t something she had never felt before. “So, this is the address?”

“Yeah I don’t know how their plan would ever work,” Klaus looked up, “I don’t think anyone would believe that the Mikaelson family would ever step foot in here...never mind live in it.” The building was tall, and antique. The front stretched broadly and, glaring at them, sat rows and rows of windows all neat and in place, despite the fact that all of them were either bordered up or smashed in. They had parked in the overgrown greenery leading up to the house and proceeded to walk to the two domineering doors, a thick metal chain intertwined with the handles - Klaus broke this in record time.

“It would be suspicious.” She agreed. The building was on the outskirts of town, far away from any sense of civilisation. It was an eerie juxtaposition from the busy, bustling streets of New Orleans.

Once the door gave, they both were in and instantly y/n noticed the abandoned feeling of the place. Before them sat some sort of reception, a long time since anyone actually sat behind the washed-out baby blue desk. Walking over, y/n grabbed a handful of some of the papers scattered across the floor.

“This was a hospital.” She called out after a moment, looking through the many medical documents and helpful hand out sheets in her hands. Polio, measles, the flu, how to get vaccinated, how to wash your hands.

“Lovely.” Klaus muttered as he looked around him, “I still don’t even know how these people could think that you would actually think I lived here, I mean, what on earth was their plan?”

“I don’t know Klaus,” Y/n smiled at him over the papers, “Maybe I would have fell for it. You are a man of mystery.”

In that moment, the towering doors they had just opened moaned deeply before slamming shut with a thunderous clatter, the force scattering the papers into the air so that they somewhat swirled around them. The thundering boom echoed from the doors down the corridors ringing and disappearing into the heart of the building.

“Ah,” Klaus said after a moment, amused by the notion, “That’s their plan.” Moving over, y/n placed her hand on the door and felt the all to familiar barrier that blocked her from leaving. The door was locked with something a little more than nuts and bolts.

“Well,” She said turning from the door and facing the barren corridor opening up before her and Klaus, “Now what?”

“This way looks right.” Klaus mused, his curiosity not even tainted by the display of theatrics.

“Klaus...people know we’re here right? Like...you told Rebekah or Elijah, right?” Y/n was asking a question she already knew the answer to.

“Y/n,” Klaus turned to her, “Hybrid.” He pointed a finger into his own chest before pointing at her, “Ripper...we’re going to be a okay love.”

“You’re not invincible Klaus.”

“I’m the closest thing there is to invincible.”

“Yeah well I’m not, all it takes is a bit of sharp wood and I’m done...besides, it’s not you that they’re after.” He paused, chewing on her words for a moment.

“Correct...it’s not me that they’ll be going for but Y/n...you still are one of the oldest vampires in existence, whatever is waiting for us at the end of the line, I do doubt it has any kind of ability to over power you.” Y/n didn’t see any particularly cordial feelings on Klaus’s expression but she did feel his words warming around her, strengthening her confidence.

“True, it’s just, if we’re being honest, I haven’t been a true fight since-”

“Let’s go left,”

“Oh, okay...as I was sayings, I haven’t been up against anyone really since before I...” She trailed off.

“You found out you’re probably the worlds most wanted murderer,”

“Wow, okay, thanks for putting it nicely.” But she grinned at him. Maybe because, like Elijah, Klaus understood what it could mean to be the ‘bad guy’ - except, unlike Elijah, he wasn’t afraid of the title. “But yes.”

“Do you think it’ll be different now? Fighting someone?” Klaus continued, peering into rooms here and there as they walked by.

“I don’t know, but...if push comes to shove, I know I’ll be able to protect myself.”

“And more importantly, I know you will.” Klaus paused, shooting her a wry grin, “And I’m thinking we’re going to be able to put you to the test.” Klaus proceeded to gesture at the wall up ahead where the corridors split and ran in opposite directions. Scrawled across the walls manically in what could only be blood was the word ‘venit iustitia’ over and over and over. Klaus and y/n shared a look. Justice is coming.

***

“The sun always was our enemy.” Rebekah growled from behind the curtains, glaring out at the unwavering sun beating down on the innocent people. Sighing heavily she turned and collapsed into an arm chair, “One more minute of this heat and I might die.”

“Don’t be dramatic Rebekah.” Elijah stated blankly as he turned the page in his book. He was doing his part in the plan, researching the witch history across New Orleans as far back as the records went. No, it was not how he wanted to spend his Wednesday, but when the witches become a threat it’s good to know what you’re up against.

“Come on Elijah, even you must be feeling this bloody heat - I mean, you’ve even got your jacket off.” He shot her a look. The heat in New Orleans was unusually scalding but it wasn’t so bad to get in the way of business. However, even Elijah had to admit that the muggy air and relentless sun didn’t help with any hunger he felt.

“Where is Niklaus?” Moving the book out of his lap he stood and played with his cuffs, the heat already wearing his patience thin, “He promised to be back here by 4, he was to give me updates from Marcellus.”

“He’s Nick, Elijah...he goes by his own rules...his own times.” Rebekah sighed, fanning herself with a coaster.

“Still, I feel it is not like him, especially with all the possible threats out there.” He moved the wispy curtains ever so slightly so he could peer over the streets filled with families soaking up the sun.

“Aw, you’re worried about your baby brother. How sweet.” Rebekah quipped standing and stretching, “Klaus will be simply with Marcel, having one to many drinks and forgetting that he is our sworn enemy as per usual.” Elijah paused at this and mulled it over for a few seconds.

“Yes,” He mumbled to himself after a moment, moving the curtain back further and peering down to the end of the street where Marcel’s bar sat bold and proud, “Marcel.”

Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to check in on his little brother and Marcel. Let’s just say Elijah wasn’t fully trusting of him just yet.

***

“Marcellus,” The bar was quiet as Elijah walked in, it was that peculiar time of afternoon where the day drinkers were stumbling home and those coming for the night were still getting ready.

“Ah, Elijah,” Marcel stood at the bar currently in discourse with one of his bartenders, a drink in hand. “What do I owe the pleasure? I thought I was lucky enough seeing one Mikaelson today.”

“I understand this is unconventional,” Elijah continued, not moving and not acknowledging the comment, “But, forgive me, I was supposed to meet Niklaus a few hours ago and my sister believes he’s still here - I was wondering if I could talk to him.”

“Klaus?” Marcel raised a brow, “Nah, he left my bar hours ago, I don’t know where he is.”

“He left?”

“Yeah with some y/h/c chick, left in a hurry too.”

“Y/h/c?”

“Yeah about,” Marcel leaned against the bar and thought, “Yay high, she came into the bar and had a few drinks before her and Klaus got talking. My guy here say she had some kind of letter, apparently Klaus read it and stormed out.” The clogs in Elijah’s mind sprang into action, something wasn’t right. He glanced warily at the bartender but it was clear he posed no genuine threat. In fact, no threat at all.

“I see.” He mumbled after a moment, filling the silence.

“You know her?” The bartender spoke.

“A certain girl does come to mind.” He re-buttoned his jacket and turned for the door, now finished with the formalities and Marcel.

“You know what was in the note?” Elijah paused breifly but didn’t turn around, the reality of the situation now sinking into his bones.

“Now that Marcellus…I do not know.”

***

Y/n and Klaus were still walking, still moving. Despite the second wave of theatrics with the bloody wall, not much else had occured.

“’I’m still offended that this was their best plan.” None of what had happened so far had even tainted Klaus’s confidence. It was comforting.

“You never know, they could really surprise us with something.” Y/n grinned.

“Oh y/n, my expectations are so low. I have a feeling this is only going to be inconvenient and mostly, a waste of time.” He was still peeking in rooms here and there, y/n genuinely didn’t care to ask why. They had been walking for a good couple of minutes, y/n following Klaus as he weaved his way through the labyrinth of linoleum tiles and flickering lights. Eventually, the halls widened out and the rooms spotted along the walls thinned out until it was just ivory paint.

“Hang on.” Klaus stopped suddenly. Y/n automatically became perfectly still listening out with her extended hearing for anything and everything.

“What is it?” Y/n spoke into the silence, hearing nothing.

“I’m not sure.” He murmured, “Something’s wrong. I think-” He never got to finish the sentence, an invisible force swept him the length of the corridor, crashing him against the wall at the end.

“Klaus!” Y/n went to rush to his side when an all too familiar ringing exploded in her mind. It was so powerful, unlike anything she had ever felt before. The shrill noise shredding her mind. With trembling fingers her hands clutched at her ears clawing at her hair as her own shrill scream ricocheted off the walls. Commotion erupted around her and she could distantly hear Klaus’ voices amongst others - but it all felt so distant. The noise was relentless, pulsating against her ears making her collapse to the floor. Her pre-weakened state from the lack of blood giving her little gumption to fight back. The pain was temporary are darkness began creeping around her splotchy vision before consuming it whole.

***

Foggy. Her mind felt foggy. The sweltering heat, the now distant ringing in her ears, the sandpaper in her throat. As she came around she was distantly aware of being watched, faintly, she glanced around.

She was collapsed on top of a small podium, a square around a foot of the ground. The square itself was in a large hall, much older than the rest of the building, evident from the chipped wood curling around the room. However, pushed at the edges of the hall were crumpled medical beds and an assortment of medical equipment.

“You’re awake.” A voice said clearly.

“Obviously.” Y/n muttered under her breath with a series of curses. The woman stood two metres away, she was tall wearing a colourful shirt and a series of beaded necklaces. Y/n knew a witch when she saw one. The woman wasn’t alone, in fact, the number of people with her was quite astonishing.

Spread around the room was thirty witches give or take, all similar to woman who spoke. They stood equal distance apart focusing on y/n with intent, their hands clutched at their sides. Raising a hand, y/n reached out tentatively until she found what she was looking for. An invisible barrier, holding her within the metre by metre square.

“Don’t even bother. You’re not going anywhere anytime soon.” The woman spat.

“Don’t worry,” Y/n rubbed at her temples, “I know when I’m beat. Though I can’t say it was much of a fair fight.” She threw a glance to the thirty-odd witches surrounding them. Klaus was nowhere to be seen, but y/n wasn’t worried, it’s not like he could be killed.

“Oh trust me. Despite our...methods, today is a day of justice.” She sighed, shifting on her feet and folding her arms, “Well, not for you.” She smiled coyly, “You’re just the perfect solution to our rather complex problem.”

“And I assume by the theatrics, I don’t get a say in whether or not I’m going to help you.”

“Oh no, the choice is yours. I promise.” Y/n winced at her tone.

“Before we get started,” Y/n shifted so that she was now resting with her back against the invisible force, “Klaus?”

“He’s fine. Of course.”

“Good. Then what can I do for you?”

***

“You see,” The woman began, “Our problem is not with you. Like I said before, you’re sort of a wrong time and place situation.”

“Great.” Y/n murmured sarcastically.

“No really, our quarrel is with the Mikaelsons. You see, witches have inhabited New Orleans for a long time, since the Mikaelsons first left the city nearly a century ago. We’re safe here. Our families are here. Our lives. And now, the Mikaelsons have waltzed their way back into the city and demanded it for themselves. Their presence is the greatest threat to our community.”

“Have you asked politely for them to leave?” Y/n interrupted half-heatedly. An annoyed smile flickered across her face.

“Surprisingly, they’re not as co-operative.” Y/n hummed in response, “What I’m getting at is that we witches are done with them and all that they bring. They must leave. They will. But you see, I’m not interested in starting another war with the Original family. I refuse to put my peoples lives at risk because of them. No. The Mikaelsons will leave of their own accord.”

“I’m sure I’m not going to like where this is going but, how are you going to make them leave?” The witch smiled as if she was waiting for the question.

“You, of course. You’re close with them aren’t you, closer than anyone’s gotten - but you’re not actually in the family are you. You’re closest with Elijah. The most respectable original.”

“I-”

“I have eyes and ears everywhere. You vampires have a tendency to underestimate us witches.”

“I still don’t understand-”

“You need to die.”

“Oh.” Y/n stated dumbly after a moment. “And you’re going to...”

“No don’t be stupid. Aren’t you listening? Us witches are not to get our hands dirty.” She glanced at y/n’s incredulous expression and sighed loudly. “Your death will destroy the Mikaelsons, hopefully enough that they leave the city in which they lost you. But it’s one thing for you to die by our hands. That gives the Mikaelsons something to fight for, a new war for them to win and feel as though they avenged you. No, we can’t have that. So what’s worse than a bunch of witches killing you?” Y/n shrugged, “The Mikaelsons must kill you themselves.” Y/n stared dumb-founded, her jaw clenched.

“See then. They have no one to blame for themselves. Hopefully they’ll spiral with self-hatred, either that or they’ll turn on themselves. Just think of the possibilities. Elijah seems as though he would never kill you, even if it meant his own demise but Klaus and Rebekah are smarter than that. We just need to press the right buttons.”

“No offence, but, this is your plan?” Y/n half-laughed, “What are you going to do? How on earth are you going to make Klaus want to kill me? Ask him politely?”

“You’re missing the point. It’s not about making the Mikaelsons want to kill you, its about leaving them with no other choice.”

“I still don’t follow.”

“You’re a ripper correct?” Y/n didn’t respond, the pieces began to fall together. “Like I said,” The woman continued, “I have eyes and ears everywhere. In fact, I heard that you’re not just any ripper, but the Original Ripper. The first of your kind. Your relationship with blood is off-key and, to a certain extent, can never be truly controlled.”

“Whatever your plan is I can assure you. You know nothing about what you’re talking about. You are playing with fire and if you go any further you are going to get burned.”

“I’ve been researching vampires extensively. You are disgusting creatures. Made from evil to do evil.”

“I’m begging you.”

“Rippers can gain an illusion of control over time but deep-down it’s ingrained.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“Most of the time it’s your humanity which holds back the blood-frenzy.” Y/n was standing now pressing her hands against the invisible wall. “So, I have this theory. I’ll tell it to you and you give me your insiders take, being a vampire and all. I think that if I can force you to flip your switch, to turn your humanity off, then the ripper part of you may just follow. Thoughts?” Y/n stayed silent.

“Oh, you’re quiet now? That’s okay, I didn’t really care for what you had to say. Either way, I’m going through with it.” There was a question on y/n’s tongue but she was afraid that if she asked, she would get an answer. As if reading her mind the woman smiled coyly.

“Turn around.” Slowly, y/n pivoted and there at the other end of the room was two more stone slabs raised of the ground in one was encased Klaus who was stalking back and forth in the small space, the other contained a woman y/n had not seen before. Bound to a chair with shoulder length blonde hair and a strong jaw - she was petrified.

“They can’t see you.” The woman stalked around y/n, “But he can see her.” The woman was speaking the truth, Klaus was glaring at the blonde with a furious protectiveness. “I didn’t expect you to show up with Klaus Mikaelson but in a way, you’ve helped me. I was expecting you were just going to have to take my word but now, you can see it for yourself.

“As you can see Camille is important to Klaus. But humans and so...fragile. It’s scary isn’t it, how easy it is for them to get into an accident.”

“No need for the theatrics,” Y/n growled, “I can see where you’re going with this.”

“Oh, but I’m sort of having fun.” The nameless woman smiled.

“It’s not too late to change your plan,” Y/n began grimacing as she looked at the woman, “You have no idea what kind of forces you’re playing with.”

“What? Are you afraid to die?”

“It’s not my death I’m worried about!” Y/n was furious.

“Oh don’t act like you’ve suddenly learnt how to feel! I know vampires! You feel nothing! All you bring is chaos and pain!”

“It doesn’t have to be like this.” Y/n said again, her voice quiet, “Look, you’ve proved yourself. We’re standing here on the cusp of a tragedy about to unfold and there’s nothing I or anyone can do to stop you - you’ve proven yourself.” She repeated, “But you don’t have to go through with it. We can stop here. I can convince the Mikaelsons to move away.”

“Oh, please-”

“I beg you! I’m not asking for selfish reasons, I’ve lived my life I don’t care if I die. But I already have too much innocent blood on my hands. You just don’t understand that part of me, god, I don’t even understand it! Don’t do this to yourself.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Her face was stony, “I can’t back out now, weren’t you listening. The Mikaelsons can’t know I had anything to do with this, or I have a new war on my hands. No. This is all on you.” She was walking towards Camille. “Now you better flip that little switch of yours or I will kill her. And don’t think I won’t go through with it. If she isn’t important enough to you I’ll go find one of your friends from Mystic Falls.”

Y/n glared at the woman through shaky, blurry eyes. Her gaze flitting to Klaus who was still stalking in his box, eyes completely focused on Camille with the same protectiveness and love he often looked at her with.

She knew she had to take the risk. Turning off her humanity didn’t necessarily mean her ripper side would follow. Besides, she loved Elijah. He could bring her back, she knew it.

“Oh please forgive me.” Y/n muttered under her breath, letting her lashes flutter closed, “Elijah. Bring me back.” Was the last thing she said before delving to the back of her mind and turning it all off.

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mersuperwholocked-lowlife · 4 years

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“Hatred”

Word Count: 1,798

Characters: Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore (brief), Bonnie Bennett (brief), Caroline Forbes (mentioned), Alaric Saltzman (mentioned), Reader

Pairings: Damon Salvatore x Platonic!Reader (sort of and not rly at the same time)

Warnings: some angst, some fluff

A/N: I’m a very bad writer, period oof

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“Stefan, he’s your brother, who by the way hasn’t left your house in two weeks. Everything reeks of alcohol and he’s thrown up at least four times. Get your ass home and take care of him,” you scolded Stefan as you walked to the Salvatore house, carrying your purse and the groceries.

Ever since Damon killed Zach, you had a hard time trusting him, or even trusting Stefan, but that didn’t stop you from staying with them. Partially because you had nowhere else to go. You felt like you were their babysitter, always scolding them and having to take care of them, knowing they would screw up taking care of themselves.

“Okay, but he likes you,” Stefan retorted.

You rolled your eyes, holding back your words at him.

“So? I don’t like him. He threw up in my room, by the way. And also, he’s your brother. Whatever happened can be made up by a few words and hugs,” you groaned.

“I’m taking care of Caroline, and we agreed that it would be better if he wasn’t around her, seeing as he almost killed her and Ric’s children,” you could imagine the look on Stefan’s face.

Your face dropped as you saw the front door open.

“I gotta go…” you hung up the call with Stefan, placing your bags down, as you held your knife, walking in cautiously.

Your eyes watered as you held in your gags, smelling the powerful stench of liquor.

“Damon?” you called, keeping your eyes alert as you walked in the room.

“Oh, (Y/N), you’re back!” Damon exclaimed, approaching behind you.

“You left the front door open, you idiot!” you hissed, putting your knife down.

“Oopa. Did you get anymore whiskey?” he asked you, handing you his glass as he stumbled past you.

“Uhm, no. I didn’t? You guys have a cellar downstairs,” you said, slightly irritated.

“There’s nothing good left,” he shrugged.

“Are you-” you scrunched your eyes, glaring at him.

“I know! We should go out! Yeah, let’s go out to the grill, right now. We’ll go together,” he grabbed your arm, wrapping it around his as he tugged you.

“No, Damon. Sober up and clean this place up. Now. It smells worse than wolf in here,” you made a face of disgust.

“It doesn’t smell that bad,” he replied.

“You smell bad too. When was the last time you showered?” you asked, sounding more worried than upset.

“(Y/N), if I kept track of stupid things like that, I wouldn’t be awesome. I’d be like you.”

He’s drunk, he’s drunk you tried your hardest not to snap at him.

Your heart nearly stopped as you screamed, a body falling in front of you.

“Damon!” you yelled.

“Oh? Now how did that get there?!” he gasped, pretending to be shocked.

“Okay, that’s it,” you grabbed a small vial of vervain, throwing it at him as he yelled, his skin burning.

“(Y/N)!” he yelled.

“Snap out of it!” you yelled.

“Shut up and stop telling me what to do all the time! You’re not my mother!” he yelled.

“Damon…” you started.

He glared at you, speeding out of the house, leaving you with the body.

You sighed, getting to work as you began cleaning everything up.

---

“I don’t know what to do, here,” you groaned, laying down on the couch. The sun had set hours ago, and Damon still wasn’t back. You decided to call Bonnie to vent.

“Maybe do nothing,” she suggested.

“Funny. I’m being serious. I don’t know what’s wrong,” you said, laying on the couch.

“I know, but maybe it’s not your job. Ever since Elena… died, you’ve been doing everything for him. You’ve basically become his girlfriend. You gotta stop with that,” Bonnie said.

“I haven’t done everything. And I’m definitely not acting like his girlfriend. You know how helpless both of them are.” you scoffed.

“Yeah, and they need to grow up and learn how to deal with it.”

“Okay, did I miss something? Why is everyone avoiding him?” you asked.

“We’re not avoiding him. Look, he tried to kill us all,” she started.

“Yeah, when he thought he was trapped in that stupid necklace. You guys can’t be avoiding him for that,” you said.

“We’re not. We’re just… keeping our distance,” Bonnie paused, you could tell she was lying.

“Yeah, sure. I should go out and find him. It’s getting late,” you yawned, hanging up the call as you got up from the couch.

---

You made your way through the woods, looking for Damon and Bonnie’s words preoccupied your mind. Were you really acting like his girlfriend? You knew that you felt something, deep, deep down for Damon, but you always pretended like it didn’t exist. He didn’t feel the same way back, and he would never see you as anything more than Zach’s daughter who hates him.

“Damon,” you stood in the woods, seeing Damon standing across from you, holding a bottle of whiskey, as expected.

“(Y/N),” he replied.

“Okay, what’s going on, Damon?” you sighed.

“Nothing’s going on,” he replied, not looking at you.

“You don’t sleep at night, you spend literally all of the past two weeks drinking. You killed someone,” you started listing his actions.

“This isn’t like you,”

“You don’t know me, princess. Go run off to your little castle as stay away from me,” he rolled his eyes.

“Unfortunately for me, my castle is your home too. And I’m not leaving without you. You know, I hate you. So much. You’re annoying, you’re rude, you’re loud. Whenever I want to be alone, you consistently bother me. So, I’m doing the same. Don’t tell me you’re okay. Your mother is back from the dead, your brother and your best friends are avoiding you, and your girlfriend is in a coma till your best friend dies. It’s okay to let out your emotions. You don’t have to bottle them all up and shove them down with large quantities of alcohol. It’s okay to be human,” part of you had absolutely no idea where those words came from, but you were glad they came from somewhere, seeing them affect Damon as he looked at you.

“That’s where you’re wrong. I’m not human, (Y/N),” he started.

“That doesn’t mean you can’t feel human. Now tell me what’s wrong,” you crossed your arms, staring at him.

“What the hell do you want me to say?” he exclaimed.

“Say what you’re feeling.”

“Well, what do you mean?! Do you want me to say that I’m sad that my mother is alive?! ‘Cuz I’m not! I’m pissed! She pretended to be dead, she abandoned me! She left me with my stupid, abrasive, and abusive sone of a bitch father, and didn’t look back?! Do you want me to roll up into a little ball and cry? Cry like a little bitchy baby because my girlfriend is dead? Because my brother and my friends won’t talk to me?! Well then, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but you’re not getting it,” he yelled, taking a big gulp of the whiskey bottle.

“Well at least I know you didn’t turn off your humanity,” you said under your breath.

“Why are you still here? Stefan left, Caroline left, Bonnie left, everyone left,” you said.

“Because I care about you. I care about what you do, and what happens to you,” you replied softly.

“That’s cheap. You always talk about how much you hate me. How much you despise me,” he spat.

“You killed my dad, Damon. Of course, I hated you. But things change,” you sighed.

He clenched his jaw, walking towards you as your heart rate quickened.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly, as you jumped slightly in shock.

You smiled softly, hugging him back.

“Thank you for not leaving me,” he said softly.

“I never will. How about we get home, yeah?”

---

“Damon, no not here,” you tried pulling him up, as he laid in your bed.

“Damon, get up, this isn’t your room,” you sighed.

He ignored you, closing his eyes, as he almost instantly passed out.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you tucked him into your bed.

You stroked his face softly, smiling down at him.

“You know, last time you passed out in my bed, I had to sleep with Stefan, cuz Elena was in your room. That stupid blanket hogger,” you laughed softly at the memory.

“Even then, I wasn’t mad at you for it. I don’t know why, I guess deep down....” you drifted away from your thought, looking at his sleeping figure.

“For whatever crazy reason, I like you, Damon. I don’t know why, I might never know why. But I do. I know you like Elena anyway, it doesn’t matter. You’re passed out anyway, I know you can’t hear me. I don’t even know what I’m doing now. This is borderline stalkerish,” you let out a breath.

You stroked his hair softly, kissing his forehead.

“Goodnight, Damon,” you said softly, leaving your room.

---

“(Y/N)?” Damon walked into his room, looking for you, seeing you passed out on the bed, your feet on the headboard, as your head fell off the edge of the bed. He laughed softly to himself.

He took a chair, sitting next to the bed as you slept.

“You know, you’re a great friend, (Y/N),” he started.

“I’ve been… weirdly okay with Elena gone. That’s part of what was bothering me. I’ve been wondering why for a while. But now, I know. Or at least realized last night. It’s because of you. I like you, I have feelings for you. You’ve always been there. I know you don’t like me, but I had to say it. Whether or not you can hear me. I think I love you, (Y/N/N). Your annoying, stubborn ass. I love you and I don’t know why I didn’t realize before,” he held your hand, kissing it softly.

“Hmm, why are you holding my hand?” you groaned, sitting up in the bed.

“You’re awake! How long have you been awake for?” he immediately asked.

“Uhm, about 10 seconds. Do you always hold my hand and kiss it when I’m sleeping?” you replied, raising an eyebrow.

“That depends. Do you always sleep with your head hanging off the bed? He retorted.

“Whatever. How are you feeling?” you rolled your eyes.

“Good. Want breakfast?” he asked.

“Are you gonna poison it?” you asked.

“Yes. Yes, I am,” he said sarcastically.

“Great,” you smiled.

He ran downstairs, as you heard some music playing.

You walked downstairs, leaning against the doorway as you watched him make some pancakes, dancing with his spatula.

You smiled softly to yourself, realizing you were falling more in love with him.

But how couldn’t you?

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werezmastarbucks · 4 years

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coming back was a mistake?

the reader bonds with kai over their shared dislike of mystic falls

previous part

kai parker x fem!reader

word count: 4180

music: cherry by lana del rey, stella maris by moby

She came to the football field every evening at approximately the same time. Kai started weighing which sight he liked more: the pretty smart dog catching its frisbee in the air, or the grumpy girl in her skin-shade top, running around like the devil was trying to bite her in the ass.

Well, the dog hopped so high, and it was so lively! Plus, dogs are all adorable.

But the crop top though.

After several evenings Kai started noticing the pattern. She always stood in one place, as she was catching her breath, and looked at the clouds. She might not even notice she stops at the same very spot every time she finishes running. After the second evening, and after she left, Kai came down to the court and put a scratch five inches long on the ground with a jackknife. She always stood exactly there. He looked up into the now darkened sky, seeing the first stars, and pondered, as if her thoughts could be captured by him now, floating there, above where she’d been. What was she crying about so gravely? Her hands were shaking as she pressed them into her mouth, like children do. After she was done, she walked away to her house, relieved, and didn’t look back.

That was puzzling. Might as well busy himself with the mystery of the sad moody girl who cries on the football field every evening, while he’s waiting for the merge.

You stood, silently praising yourself for throwing your jacket into the car at the last moment (come on, monkey! we ain’t got any more time! Damon was yelling. He couldn’t hide how much he liked it when you came to visit every year, and you felt bad for despising the visits). The wind was unusually ferocious for the warm month, but then again, this place was deep in the waterfall region, up in the hills, an open spot. Plus, there must have been some hardcore magic ingrained right in the soil. As you stood, and watched, while the Salvatore brothers were humping and cracking their backs, digging up the earth, you pretended to feel the magic oozing out. The burial places always felt special. Having lived in Mystic Falls, you worked up this rare type of intuition.

You didn’t want to come. As you returned, and was busted by the Mystic Falls gang on the very first evening, you reminded them of your foremost rule: you do not engage in their bullshit anymore. Let them fight all the original vampires of the planet... or the werewolves... whatever... you only came back once a year, for seven days, and weren’t keeping up with the Draculashians. A tiny part of you was curious. But it hit back hard, every time. Involving yourself in the MF action was dangerous, and made you feel like an old woman who keeps complaining about them kids being loud in the street.

You were on your way to Caroline’s when somebody called Damon, and he put on his working face. Turned out, they need to undig some bodies exactly today, because the Little Shit (Damon didn’t specify whom they referred to) made his conditions. Well, work’s work. You hadn’t been to this spot before. From up here, you could even see the distand hills of New Orleans. You missed that place.

“How many bodies do you need?” you asked them. Stefan stood up to look at you curiously. As if saying, there are the bodies - we need to get them. Get them all!

“It’s not how many”, Damon helped, “it’s which ones”.

“And what are you gonna do with them?”

“I will eat them”, somebody whispered. You shivered a little under your clothes, but didn’t budge. You looked at your side. Malachai from the bar.

“Joking”, he snickered, “I don’t eat corpses. But I do have jello worms, you want some?”

You examined him thoroughly.

“You have blue ones?”

He looked down the pack.

“I think so...”

As you tried to fish out the blue ones, he looked at you.

“Do you eat bodies?” he asked.

“No, not really”, he sighed. “Thanks”.

“Mm-hm”, he was chewing, looking at the vampire brothers as they worked. Damon shot you two a glance which didn’t say anything specific.

“You’re the Little Shit?” you guessed.

“They call me that? Rude”, he moved his shoulder as if he was a bit cold. “I guess I do somewhat irritate them”.

“Somewhat?!” Damon growled. You cringed.

“And what are you, a digging up works inspector?” Kai went on. You grinned.

“Oh, you’re Y/N! You’re the girl they’ve been talking about, non-stop”, he realized.

At the grave, the brothers exchanged glances, since of course, they haven’t been talking about you in Parker’s presence.

You nodded.

“You long here?”

“A week”, you said, and rubbed your arms, “why is it so damn cold”.

“It’s the spirits disagreeing with the whole vandalizing ungraving, you know. I can’t calm them down just yet”, the guy said knowingly. You wondered internally what he was after all. He squatted a bit, putting his palm to the ground.

“Hold it”, the pack of candy was shoved into your hand and you filled your mouth with sour-sweet worms. Your jaws were about to get glued together.

“Woah, yeah, they fight back”, he took the hand away. “Listen, you”, he pointed his finger at the soil. You looked up at Damon and Stefan, asking them silently what was up with this dude. “I’m about to suck out your whole miserable existence, so you better comply, bitches”.

“Bonnie’s really good at communicating with spirits”, you said musingly.

“She’s also very good at lying, cheating and tricking people into trusting her and then stabbing them in the back”, Malachai said happily, standing up. He reached for some worms politely, forgetting it was his pack to begin with.

“You’ve met her?”

“Met her? Ha, I’ve been locked up with her. What a controversial creature”.

“Where is she? I haven’t seen her since I came”.

“Yeah, she’s... uh...” Kai cocked his head, thinking, “I might have left her in a... magical prison, you know”.

“What an asshole”, you said. You remembered the judgemental, brilliant, restless Bonnie Bennett. “Get her back”.

“It’s not that easy, miss”, Malachai sniffed. “Why do you care, anyway?”

“We studied together”.

“Okay then. See the diggers? We’re doing this all to get back there and get Bon Bon out”.

Damon puffed as if he could get tired. He was just probably listening and was severely annoyed. You knew at once when you saw Kai here how Damon could be deeply irritated by him. Their personalities did not correlate.

“And you? What are you doing?” he asked. Like he meant something else. You watched his curious face, the sweetness filling your mouth so much the gums started hurting. You needed water.

“I’m just here, man. Chilling”.

He nodded to his own thoughts.

“Hm”.

You turned back to the Salvatores simultaneously.

“You wanna go on a date?” Kai asked.

You haven’t been on a date in years. You were not the type to go dating.

“Stop this freaking wind, will you”, you shuddered yet again, instead of the answer. Kai got to the ground immediately.

You drove up to the corner and walked a little to the Grill doors. Malachai was standing there, waiting, like he was the Italian lover boy at the times when families of two children were willing to start war over dignity, and he was serenading to somebody. He didn’t say anything, just smiled at you; his gaze said things instead of him. Putting his arm above your head, he opened the door, and you entered the bar.

“The other way”, he took you by the forearm and then his fingers slid down to your wrist. Somehow, you got goose bumps on your skin at his touch; it was irrational. As the music filled the space, crappy, hipster Mystic Falls music, he led you to one of the tables closer to tha bar counter. You were trying to decipher the glint in his eyes, almost haunting, when you realized you‘re staring at each other.

“What?” you grinned even, uneasy, as your head cocked, and you caught yourself blushing on the inside. Get your act together. He’s not even that handsome. Well, maybe, okay, he is very handsome, but he’s one of those, so, don’t get your hopes up. You recalled how you two mocked the working Salvatores together, eating the chewing candy and cursing the dead. Nothing like doing nothing, bullying busy grumpy people. The conversation started itself.

“The music here is awful”.

“You’re very pretty”, he said shyly. “Maybe even too pretty”. He gestured towards you. There wasn’t any ogling with him, he was sincerely charming. He must be dangerous.

“The whole face and the... hair thing. Do you ever have problems because you’re pretty?”

The waiter, Maureen, approached you, and you had to stop for a while. She looked at Kai obediently, without paying you any attention. You found it eerie.

“No”, you began, and then thought. Well, every ‘pretty’ girl has problems sometimes. When it comes to brushing against the majority, the bar for ‘pretty’ is very low. If you walk down the street, and somebody throws a glance at you, they manage to see you as ‘pretty’.

“Well. You know, you sound like an asshole if you say you have problems because you’re good looking”.

Kai cocked his head like a bird, question in his eyes.

“Speaking of assholes, explain again how Bonnie ended up somewhere alone?”

He sighed.

“It’s a long story”.

You shrugged.

“We’ve got the whole evening”.

“You know, I’ll tell you, she killed me, you’ll ask how, I’ll have to go back a bit and explain how the magical prison works, you’ll ask what she and Damon were doing there, I’ll have to go back and explain, you’ll ask how I ended up there, and I’ll have to give you my whole life story”.

You took the straw in between your lips.

Kai’s nostrils flared a little.

“Alright. Maybe it was my fault a little bit”.

You were just drinking, not saying anything, and Kai started crumbling down. Must be the whole face and the hair thing.

“Alright! Alright. You ever heard of the Gemini coven? Of course you didn’t”.

You shook your head. You weren’t sure if you wanted to actually listen to the whole life story of this guy. That’s exactly how Mystic Falls tricks you into being one of them. It’s just full of dramatic, twisted life stories.

“It’s a witch coven, the coolest one, well, it used to be. Now almost all of them are dead, and soon, I will be the only one left”.

“Because you’ll kill them all?” you asked innocently.

“Yeah”.

“Yeah, of course. Why am I asking. Stupid”.

“I was born without magic. We have this thing, in the coven, the twins have to duel when they turn twenty one. The one with stronger magic wins and lives and absorbs the other’s life force and powers. But I was born without magic, so”, he tilted his head left and right, as if saying, well, you guess how it goes.

“Big disappointment. My mom used to lock me up in the basement for days not to embarrass guests”.

“What?!”

“Yeah. And this thing... I can absorb magic, because I’m a siphoner. It’s like... if I feel magic somewhere, I can take it. Then use it. Then I need more”.

“So, that’s why you were crawling on the ground there”.

“Yeah”, Kai nodded, “and the oldest bodies of those witches have the most magic, so, I now have enough strength to go back and bring your precious Bonnie home”.

“So, your folks gave you hard time then?”

He got distracted by your nails clicking on the glass. He was like a cat, his eyes clutched the sound, the flickering lights of the evening Grill dancing in the dark of his eyeballs.

“Do you sharpen them on purpose?”

“Of course”, you muttered, “that makes people want to touch me less”.

An uneven breath left his lips. You realized you found him endearing. What a cute, chaotic creature, dressed like a Soft Boy, but with a dark scheme on the back of his mind, eyes darting from here to there, and the tongue completely detached from brain. No wonder Mystic Falls couldn’t handle him.

“Scratch my hand”, he asked, putting his palm on the table. Amusement curled your lips.

You put your palm on his and tickled.

“Were you a twin?” you asked.

“Yeah, yeah, I was. My sister is still alive, but you know, if the merge ended up happening, she’d be dead. Because even without my own magic, I’m stronger than her. She’s all... spells from the books, rules of conjuring, flower growing magic. I’m a natural. Which is ironic”, a sad chuckle clouded his voice for a second. “My dad used to tell me he wished I was never born at all, even if it meant they missed an opportunity to have a set of twins for the merge”.

You eyed him carefully. He talked sad, but looked entertained. He was turning and pulling his hand under your tickling, like a child.

“You’re a big boy now”, you heard yourself, “you know how them fanatics are, right?”

“Hmm?”

“Just because it’s their fucked up world doesn’t mean you were a mistake”.

Kai nodded.

“I killed half of them anyway. My sisters and brothers, and my mom”.

You stopped tickling for a second.

“Uh, you killed your siblings and your mom?”

He was taking a sip and nodded.

“Mm-hm, yeah. I hanged my little brother from the banisters on the staircase. Have you ever killed somebody?”

An uneven chain of thoughts raced through your mind. Any other place, you would’ve freaked out. Here, it’s kind of fine. Everybody’s like that. Kai was a bit extreme, of course. Him confessing killing his child siblings on your date was a bit of a thrill pill. It’s not like he smothered Caroline with a pillow. Or pushed Elena’s car from the bridge. Of pinned Damon to the wall of his own living room. Or turned a sixteen year old schoolgirl into a raging vampire right in time for Halloween.

“You look like you killed somebody”, he whispered conspirationally. You turned his hand and scratched a bit harder. He didn’t notice.

“Is it your witch observation, or a pickup line?”

Kai grinned.

“I’ve told you everything. You tell me why you’re coming back every year”.

“Who told you I do?”

“Damon”.

You rolled your eyes.

“Just to visit”.

He narrowed his eyes.

“That is a lie. You’re lying to me. You hate this place. You don’t come here for a full week out of your own will to visit people you don’t even like”.

“It’s not that I don’t like them, I just...”

“Can’t stand them”.

“Their shenanigans. How long have you been here?”

“Since spring”.

“Have you noticed”, you even leaned over the table a little bit, and his fingers wrapped around your palm with determination. His hand was warm and dexterous. “That they’re in deep shit every week? These people don’t chill. It’s one cosmic threat after another, and most of the time, it’s Damon’s fault”.

“Yes”, Kai said gravely. “Yes. And it’s always about romance. Everybody is in love with everybody”.

You started laughing with relief you didn’t know the source of.

You were tickling his palm gently as you spoke, and didn’t even notice. Suddenly, Kai nearly jumped.

“Wait, you said, awful music?”

“Of course”.

“Give me your phone”.

You didn’t reply, looking at him.

“Come on. You wanna dance or not? I’ll go talk to the DJ”.

“Talk to the DJ?”

“Yeah. I’ll bring it back to you”.

Kai didn’t. A minute after he left with your phone, the mood changed. Even the lights went darker. You finished your drink and then recognized your own playlist coming in on the speakers. When he returned, pulling you into the crowd of people gathering to dance, you looked around at the couples. Malachai, the guy who grew up being locked in the basement by his mother and hearing that he was a mistake of nature, turned out to be an okay dancer, in fact. Perhaps he was just fucking around when he sang in the karaoke. He pulled you up to him and couldn’t stop himself from touching your arms as if tapping you for magic you might have been hiding. His hands explored the lean lines of your waist as you moved, and it didn’t feel forced. Going on a date with someone you barely know, you usually expect all kinds of awkward collisions, but this here was light-hearted, sincere, like neither of you cared enough, connected with your shared displeasure with this town. Neither of you really wanted to be here; Kai said he was waiting for something connected with the merge in September, because, after all the years he spent in the prison, he thought he had another shot at merging with his sister. Apparently, they’re all stoked to duel and kill their twin or die, well, let them. The less mental cases.

Not wanting to be here made you pull close to each other as if you were a proud unit, judging people around silently. People, weirdly, didn’t seem to mind to dance to Lana Del Rey the whole evening, then switching suddenly to relatively unknown soft hip-hop. They just moved, drunk on the evening, consumed by the calm twilight of the place, and you danced, too, with Kai’s hands sliding up and down your shoulders, soothing you like a snake charmer.

Suddenly, he leaned into a kiss and you didn’t pull away. You collided like waves, gentle at first, then, hungry, and wild attraction made your head switch off. His one hand laid on the back of your neck and the other, secured the low of your back, like he was a completely normal guy on a completely normal date, having completely normal heat coming up to his throat. Maybe he was, at the moment. You found it hard to break the kiss, feeling how strangely comfortable it was, like you knew each other forever. Shared spite does miracles to people’s minds.

You drank a little bit too much, perhaps, so your head started spinning, and you were forced to open you eyes. You looked around, still in his arms, and everybody - and that means everybody - in the bar was watching you, not dancing anymore. The music was still on, but people froze completely, mesmerized, and stared at you without any expression.

“What are they looking at?” you whispered.

“They’ll remember witnessing something beautiful, but won’t know exactly what”, Kai said nonchalantly. You shot him a glance.

“What?”

“I compelled them all”, he brushed them away with his hand, “it’s a private party”.

“That’s abuse...” you thought out loud.

“You think I’m evil?” Kai asked. Somehow it didn’t sound connected to your notion.

“Nah”.

Perhaps you should’ve given it more thought. You didn’t even see how impressed he was by the easiness with which you shook your head.

“Just bitter”.

He looked around, and people moved again, like nothing happened.

You couldn’t stop kissing each other even after you left and walked down the street away from the bar.

“You wanna go see a special place?” he mumbled into your face, his breath warm and sweet. “Your heels will disagree with it though, we’ll have to take ‘em off”.

There was almost lust in his voice.

‘Special place’ turned out to be the watching tower behind the school. Mystic Falls was such a small, pathetic place that it only had one sport court, one square and one park. The watching tower was called that because, when you were all fifteen, the bravest kids used to climb up the platform to watch the Founders Day fireworks. It was a steel construction resembling the tower for the musical engineer at a gig. Nobody ever figured out what it was initially for. Maybe Damon and Stefan should’ve dropped their whole vampire wars and first ivestigated that.

Kai was right though: the narrow ladder was made of iron and you had to take off your shoes. The platform itself stood about twelve feet up and was big enough for five people. You laid shoulder to shoulder, and only then you finally realized. It was the night for Perseids.

Brilliant white comets were shooting through the skies. Kai put his hand under the back of his head. You thought of how once you were watching shooting stars with your father back when you were a child; one of the stars fell somewhere behind hills and he said that it exploded. He convinced you he’s seen the afterglow of the explosion, and with time, you have convinced yourself you’ve seen it, too. Bright, short, white flash of misty light, like a flickering halo above the mountain. This memory was completely fake. Just like his belief that the red stars are the youngest. Father knew jack shit about space.

“You ever compare yourself with the size of universe?” you asked. You were afraid to sound too romantic, or stupid, but you were drunk enough.

“Yeah. I like stars”.

“Do you feel small or big?”

“Small”, Kai replied obediently.

“Does it make you feel lonely, or is it a liberating feeling?”

“Lonely”.

“Does it make you wanna die or live forever?”

“I’m planning to live forever”, he said with convitction. You turned your head and discovered he’s been looking at you.

“Aren’t you mortified of the future?”

“I’m just very tired of dying”.

Your brows gathered together. You reached for his cheek and touched it with your fingers to make sure he was flesh and blood.

“You can’t die in prison world”, he explained.

“Oh. Are you alive right now?”

Now, Malachai was a little surprised.

“I think so”, he chuckled. “Hey, you. I’ve been spilling the tea all night and then you distracted me with kissing, and now I’m realizing you said nothing yourself”.

You wondered what Kai has done to deserve the title of Little Shit. You imagined he somehow incorporated you into his plan since he was so nice to you. He looked like he was geniunely interested.

“Nothing to tell. I don’t want to”.

“That’s not fair”.

You shut him up with a kiss.

As he let go of her hand, seeing the yellow light from the window, he has already decided everything. The door let the wave of bright flood him, and, before it closed behind her back, he turned invisible and hopped inside.

The house stood empty, with the light on in the kitchen. He didn’t know if she seemed like somebody who’s afraid of darkness, but it was strange. Kai let her go upstairs alone and cruised a little around the kitchen and the living room; her house, like her, felt mysterious and so familiar. When Kai finally made it upstairs to her room, she was taking a shower. Malachai touched every little thing that laid around: he put his palm to the wall, fidgeted with the jewelry she left on the bedside table; sat on her bed, opened and closed the curtains and left the outline of his hand on the window. He touched the handles of the wardrobe and brushed lightly over the dress she’s just been wearing, that she threw onto a chair.

When the girl came back, he expected her to cry again. Because of their date, she skipped her running session and didn’t go to the football field. As she stood at the mirror, Kai came up so close to her, he even wondered how she didn’t feel the tip of his nose barely touching her wet hair. She threw the towel on the floor, and Kai looked in the mirror. He couldn’t see himself, but he knew he was there. He wondered what they would’ve looked like together.

Then she froze and turned her head as if hearing something. Kai managed to step away as she rushed to the chair for clothes. She put on sweatpants and a shirt, and went downstairs. Kai was sure he didn’t hear anything.

Curious to no end, he followed, down to the living room, and then the kitched, the light turned on virtually everywhere in the house like she was terrified of shadows.

“No, I just came back”, she said, to nobody. Kai walked in front of her and stood in the middle of the kitchen. She looked over his shoulder. Then sat at the table.

“Fine, when did you come back?”

Pause.

“I thought you said you didn’t leave the house nowadays”.

She was talking to the empty room, a bit sad, not like when she was with him.

Wow, she is nuts, Malachai thought. Then he thought hard and repeated, to himself,

she is absolutely insane!

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New Life

Word Count:1,521

Characters: Derek Hale, OC Characters, Zach Salvatore, Reader

Pairings: Eventual Derek Hale x Reader

Warnings: some angst, nothing major

A/N: this takes place right after the Hale Fire, I think Derek was either 15 or 16

A/N 2: this first part was poorly written, sorry

Masterlist

You made your way down the stairs of the Salvatore household, hearing unfamiliar voices coming from what you assumed to be the living room.

You were still getting familiar with the house, you were only there for a week after your mother died. You didn’t have any family, so you lived with your mom’s best friend, Zach, and Stefan.

“Zach?” you called, walking to the living room.

“Oh, (Y/N), you’re awake. This is Derek,” he motioned to the boy standing across from him.

“Hey,” he started.

“What’s going on?” you asked, looking away from Derek.

“Derek and his sister are gonna come live with us,” Zach started.

You saw Derek try to talk again before you interrupted him.

“Why?” you asked, crossing your arms.

To say you didn’t like people was an understatement.

Ever since your mom died, you had a hard time trusting people or letting anyone in.

“(Y/N), you’re being rude,” Zach muttered to you.

“Do you just let anyone come and live with you?” you turned to him.

You saw Derek give you a look before you walked off.

“Uh,” Derek said.

“Sorry. She doesn't really get along well with others. She'll warm up to you,” Zach said.

“Yeah, do you know when Laura is gonna come?” Derek asked.

“Not sure. Last I talked to her, she said her and Stefan were still in California,” he answered.

“Okay….. I think I'll go to bed now,” Derek said.

“Yeah, it’s the first door on the left,” Zach pointed out.

Derek walked upstairs, finding his room. He looks across the hall, spotting your room. You were sitting on the edge, sharpening your knife.

Just because you were a kid, didn't make you any less of a hunter.

He shook his head, going to his room and closing the door behind him.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Zach walked into your room.

“I'm fine,” you grunted.

“How about you let go of the knife, okay?” Zach said, sticking his hand out.

You put your knife down next to you.

“Why do you always let random people come live here?” you asked.

“First, Derek and Laura aren’t random people. They’re Uncle Stefan’s friends. Second, we help people, human or not human. Why were you so rude to Derek? You hardly know him,” Zach crossed his arms, sitting next to you.

“I’m not being rude,” you replied.

“I know what you’re doing, you know,” he raised an eyebrow at you.

“I'm not doing anything,” you got up, walking to your dresser.

“You do this all the time. You act all rude and mean to people, so they won’t like you. So they won't be close to you. Why don’t you let people be close to you? It’s not okay to bottle up all your emotions,” Zach said softly.

You paused for a second. Deep down you knew he was right, but it's not your fault that everyone you cared about was dead.

“I’m going to bed, Zach,” you said.

“(Y/N),” he sighed.

You walked to your bed, lying face down in it, to avoid him.

“Fine. Goodnight, kiddo,” Zach gave you a look before leaving your room.

---

One week later

Spring Break was finally over, which meant it was time to go back to school, which you dreaded. It wasn’t the classes that bothered you, or the homework or tests and exams. It was the fact that you hardly got along with anyone.

“(Y/N),” Zach called before you left the house.

“Yeah?” you asked, turning to him.

“Be nice to Derek, okay? He’ll probably need help today, it’s his first day at school,” he said.

You mentally groaned before nodding your head and rushing out of the house.

---

“Hey, (Y/N)!” you heard Derek call.

You tried to ignore him, before he called your name again, running to you.

You felt some people stare at you, but ignored it.

“Can you help me out? I have no idea where to go,” Derek said, looking lost.

“Why are you asking me?” you crossed your arms.

“Well, cuz you're kinda the only friend I have here,” he shrugged.

“We’re not friends, Derek,” you spat.

His face dropped.

“C-Can you help me?” he asked.

You sighed before taking a look at a sheet of paper he was holding, showing all his classes.

“Did you already go to the front office?” you asked.

“.....No,” he said.

“Well, that's your first stop. You’ll figure the rest out later,” you said, about to walk away.

“Wait,” he walked in front of you, stopping you.

You gave him an annoyed look.

“How do I get there?” he asked.

“Just walk down the hall, and take a left when you see those glass doors,” you said.

“Thanks,” he gave you a small smile.

You didn’t reply, as you walked away, walking to your first class.

---

“Alright class, and today, we have a new student with us. All the way from Beacon Hills, California. His name is Derek Hale,” your teacher introduced Derek to the whole class.

You looked around, as you noticed almost everyone in class peak their heads up with interest.

You saw a bunch of girls give him a smirk.

“Uh, hi,” you said awkwardly.

“You can go take a seat,” your teacher said.

Derek walked around the classroom, looking at the seat next to you, that was free. Before he could walk there, you quickly put your feet up, reaching the seat.

He sighed, as he was about to walk off before your teacher called you.

“Miss (Y/L/N) feet off. Be nice to the boy,” she warned you.

You rolled your eyes, moving your feet as Derek sat down.

He smirked at you before sitting down, while you glared at him.

You shook your head, turning back to your lesson.

---

“What’s the deal with that new Derek kid? Do you two, like, know each other or something?” your ‘friend', Emily sat next to you with her little posse.

The term friend was loose. She occasionally talked to you when she needed something, much like everyone else you knew.

“No, not really,” you replied.

“He seems nice,” she shrugged.

Just as she spoke, you saw Derek walk in with a group of boys, which were more commonly known as the basketball team, which had Emily’s boyfriend on it.

“Hey, babe,” Dean, her boyfriend, smiled, as he kissed her softly.

“Hey, I see you found another teammate?” she asked.

“Yeah, this dude is brilliant at Basketball. He could’ve beat me,” Dean joked.

“Oh, now don’t be so modest. You’re the best player in the world,” Emily said.

“We have practice after school, you can take the car, I’ll walk home,” Derek said to you.

“Wait, you two live together?” Emily turned to you.

“Yeah,” you sighed.

“Are you two, like, together?” she asked.

“Eww, no,” you scrunched your face.

“Well, I thought you said you hardly know him. But you guys live together,” Emily said.

“No, we’re just friends,” Derek said.

“We’re not friends. He’s not my boyfriend,” you spat.

You saw Derek, Dean, and Emily give you a look.

You grabbed your bag and walked away from them.

---

You took a deep breath, as you rubbed your head, trying to stop your headache.

All you could think about was Derek, and how rude you were being to him. He didn't deserve that. You felt guilty, you knew you had no reason to act like that to Derek. You knew Zach was right. You tried to make everyone hate you, so you wouldn't get close, so you wouldn't lose them. Just like you lost your family.

Maybe I should apologize you thought to yourself.

After a few minutes, you got up, walking to his room as you knocked on the door.

Derek opened the door before sighing.

“Look, I don’t know why you hate me so much. Did I do something to offend you? Whatever I did, I’m sorry, but I’m sick of this. All week I’ve been trying to be nice to you, and I’ve been trying to be your friend, and you've made it clear that you hate me. Just please, just leave me alone now,” he begged you.

You took a deep breath before speaking.

“I’m the one who should be apologizing to you.

I’m sorry, I acted like a total dick for no reason. And you didn't deserve that. I-I've had a hard time talking to people or getting alone with people since…..” you hesitated for a moment. He looked at you, giving you a sad look.

“Since my family died,” you finished.

“I-I know how you feel. My entire family burned in a fire, a-and it was all my fault,” he sighed.

“Don't blame yourself. I’m sorry, can we just start over?” you asked.

“Yeah, of course,” he said.

“Great,” you gave him a small smile before shaking his hand.

The two of you continued on with your day, starting over with each other. It wasn’t perfect, but it was gonna be okay.

You and him went through some big changes. it was time to start your new life.

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