His Warrior Princess

"Life's too short. Immortal or not, I don't wanna waste another minute." Independent Elena Gilbert Multiverse & Multifandom Mun is 25 (NSFW) tracking - fractureddevotion

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I miss it here so much

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Calm Before The Storm || Love & Memories

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[ℜ]     Okay, might’ve deserved that one. He bites back a grimace as her grip is a bit more ‘you’re an idiot’ than ‘let me take care of you’. None the less, her lithe frame is cradling his hips and he can feel the heat of her on the base of his spine. “My face is usually what got me what I wanted, but then I’d open my mouth and whoops! There she goes.” Well, everyone except Elena that was. Bonnie and Caroline simply tolerated him because Elena loved him and lord knows his sister wished she was the only child at times. “Ah, so you are with me for my dick?” He bucks a bit from beneath her and chuckles as she lets out a yelp. “See boy, you are good for something.” 

The yelp that leaves her is followed by another light slap to his back. “Are you going for a massage here or are you trying to turn this into some sort of kink?” She asks, arching a brow. There was always something coming out of his mouth that got him into some kind of trouble. Her hands move up from the center of his back and to his shoulders, gliding easily thanks to the oil. Fingers knead into his skin, already working on a few knots. “You know...I wouldn’t mind watching you de-stress at the gym, but this is more than a little tension” she chides.

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Small Deceptions || Paradise Circus

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[ℜ]     “Yes ma’am.” Any slight idea of toying with her or teasing her at this current moment would surely end him in the doghouse and he was already making it up to her later once Noah had gone to bed. A look into the trunk and his head cocks to the side in….wonder is the word he’ll go for. Because first glance would have people thinking she was feeding several Noah’s. Or perhaps just Jeremy. He steals a glance at her as she hands the young his Happy Meal, the child poking his head into the box to grab some fries and stuff his face. “You uh…wanna tell me something?” He smirks, shaking the few bags he’s grabbed. 

So she’d made sure to stock up. No crime in that...if only her idea of stocking up hadn’t meant getting ready for the apocalypse. Growing up with Jeremy, however, had only taught her that you could never have enough food in the house. As the boy begins to stuff his face, she’s pushing up and walking towards the back of the car. Chuckling softly, she’s shrugging her shoulders. “We’ve got you, Noah and Jeremy. If Jeremy runs out of what he has now, then it’s our food he’s coming for” she chuckles. “Besides...if Noah’s anything like how my brother was growing up...well...it’s necessary.” Grabbing a few bags from the back, she’s glancing over at him and noticing that look on his face. “What?”

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Baby We’re In Trouble

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[ℜ]     A hand is placed over his heart and he makes a face of pain. “You wound me, Elena. Truly. And here I am catering to your every whim and desire of my on free will.” He wipes away a nonexistent tear and turns from her dramatically. “Women.” The sour mood lightens a bit and he can breathe a bit easier, well that is until she licks sauce off her finger and whoops, there goes a boner. He hyper focuses on the food in front of him because he just know if he turns his head and watches her do it again he may actually cum in his pants. “More beer please….” If anyone was getting drunk tonight it was going to be him. At least then he’d hopefully pass the fuck out before his hand had any chance to assist him. 

“Oh so you’re trying to get me to drink less so you can drink more?” She asks, glancing over at him. Scoffing a bit, there’s something to say about the look on his face. It’s one she really can’t decode and it’s lucky for him that the bar they are in is rather dimly lit. “I should have ordered tequila” she murmurs, tongue dipping at the corner of her mouth to pick up some of the sauce that’s gathered. “Men” she scoffs, giving it right back to him as she suppresses a smirk.

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Just One Yesterday- Keep Moving Forward

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[ℜ]     “Knowing this town he will own it by then.” Or he’d be the next mayor or sheriff or some other boring shit their small town was famous for.  He steps out first, Elena following soon after and he’s by her side by the time they step onto the curb to walk inside, his fingers laced in hers even as they swing the door open and walk inside. The action causes everyone’s heads to turn and suddenly they’re surrounded by old classmates and neighbors, people they haven’t seen in…a very long time asking them all about their lives. Yeah, New York is a lot safer than here. He can already feel his shoulders tensing up with all the unwanted attention, memories of his childhood and the stares in whispers. But he holds fast, nods when he’s supposed to an tries to answer what he can without giving too much away. Thankfully the small crowd eventually dissipates, wishes they’ll come back soon and often and the raven plops himself in the first available booth, a headache already climbing its way up his skull. 

There was something to say about how invisible you could feel being in a large crowd in New York. She'd never really thought about before but as all eyes turned on them as they walked into the grille, she suddenly wished they were back in the city. They're bombarded by old faces, people who really could have cared less about them but were keeping up the nosy tradition. So many of them had been the ones that didn't think Ryan could even make anything of himself when they were younger. Of course, Elena puts on a smile and pushes through it but by the time everyone has dissipated back to their own seats, she's starting to see the effect it'd had on the raven. Taking a seat across from him, she’s offering a tiny smile. “Well it’s a good thing I didn’t actually want to move back. You’d really be eating those words right about now, huh?” She can’t help but gently tease him, reaching across for his hand. 

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Calm Before The Storm || Love & Memories

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[ℜ]     “Only for me,” he confirms with a shit-eating grin. “What kind of idiot would I be if I allowed someone beneath me to get such a great honor of having your hands on their skin, hmm?” He follows her order (because of course he does) and lies face down on the mattress, crossing his arms under the pillows and bringing them up to lay his face down comfortably. “So….come here often?” It’s a crap joke, one that will no doubt get him a smack but it’s worth it in his eyes. “Sorry, I haven’t had shitty jokes since we were kids and I checked out that dumb book from the library. Honestly how did you even put up with me?” he inquires with a chuckle. 

Her hands come down to grasp his shoulders a little harder than they would have had she not of heard such a lame joke, straddling his hips with ease as she hums. “Mhm hmm...trust me. I’ve heard enough of your dumb jokes to last me a lifetime. Ryan Sinner, one hell of a charmer...but lacking in the humor department” she quips. Reaching out to pick up one of the bottles of oil, she’s squirting some on her hands and rubbing them together to warm it up. “Honestly, if you weren’t so good in the sack, I’d be asking myself that same question” she teases, a giggle escaping her as she starts to work on his shoulders.

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Small Deceptions || Paradise Circus

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[ℜ]     The raven and Noah situate themselves on the couch, Ryan commenting every now and then, showing him which buttons to press for which channel he wants to watch. Noah’s eyes are wide as he flicks through the seemingly endless list of options but finally settles on some cartoon the sinner can’t say he’s heard of. None the less it keeps the boy occupied and he crosses his legs while he gets sucked into the action. He fiddles with his phone for a bit, debating on whether or not he should send Elena another text but decides against it as he steals a glance over at Noah who’s gotten more comfortable on the couch and gets more engrossed. 

A good half hour goes by before he hears Elena roll up, the SUV coming to a stop and trunk being popped open, his name being called soon after. Noah seems to hear the commotion as well and jumps to his feet, rushing off the couch and to the door before Ryan can really stop him. “Easy little one…” But his words fall on deaf ears as the boy swings the door open and rushes outside to Elena’s side, Ryan coming after him with his hands up. “I didn’t do anything…” 

A sculpted brow is arching and she almost doesn’t believe him. The kid had ran out so quickly, a stranger would probably think she was his mother. Still, she’s shaking her head with the slightest touch of a smile on her lips at Ryan’s reaction. “Uh huh. Come help me with these groceries, Sinner. And you” she turns, eyeing the boy and heading to the front of the car. Pulling out a happy meal thanks to Ryan’s big mouth, she’s bending down a bit with a smile. “I believe you wanted chicken nuggets?” She asks. It certainly wasn’t something she’d be making a habit of. 

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Baby We’re In Trouble

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[ℜ]     “I’m not against taking my shirt off and proving that fact right now,” he throws back at her, hands reaching for his shirt before a small look and he’s rolling his eyes with a chuckle. “You knew that from the first day you met me, especially when you volleyed back and forth with me in Italian. Something that still blows my mind by the way, well done. Not many people can do that.” Hands reach out for a few wings and place them on a spare plate provided for them, grabbing some blue cheese and pouring some to the side. “I think we talked about how terrible each other meeting would’ve been a few years ago as well….” His brows furrow as he remembers that lovely weekend and the conversation afterwards that brought up demons he’d rather not allow to come back to life. “I was a piece of shit then, Elena. Not the worst of course but, I would’ve hated myself had I played a part…..” 

“No, no, no. Definitely don’t need to see that. Last thing I need is to be repulsed before I eat.” Or see your undoubtedly cut, washboard abs that would only be the leading star in my dreams tonight. Asshole. “What can I say? If you’re going to alienate yourself for several years, learning a few languages and such couldn’t hurt” she shrugs. Sticking her head in a book once she’d come to her senses about her lifestyle really had been her go to. Focusing mainly on building her company from the ground up had been the best thing she’d done to date. “No, I get it” she cuts in, shaking her head. “Trust me. We were...both in awful places and we probably wouldn’t have realized we were both suffering. It would have been a lose, lose.” And probably quite toxic. Grabbing one of the wings, she’s licking some sauce from her fingers before taking a bite. 

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Just One Yesterday- Keep Moving Forward

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[ℜ]     He’s quiet as she mulls it over, his mind racing with the idea of them spending the rest of their lives here. Their biological or adopted children scraping their knees on the same sidewalks they did as children while learning to ride their bikes, the Grille which would become ingrained in their blood as it did for every kid before them and would. Sending them off to the schools he and Elena went to, seeing teachers they had so many years ago. God a part of him almost wants it….but then she speaks and her words ring truer than the visions he has in his head. Yes this town shaped them, but it was time for them to finish who they were as people and shape their lives the rest of the way as well as the lives of their future children. “This town is in them no matter where  we go,” he muses, turning the key and bringing the car to silence. “It’s in in their blood.” From the car window he can look inside the Grille and see the bustle of people inside and how even after all this time it continues to be the buzz of the town. “I swear we’ll be 90 and this place will still be here…” 

The car comes to a stop and they’re just outside of the grille. They had so many memories here. Most happy, some sad. She can still remember what had happened with Liam in that bathroom just before she and Ryan had actually gotten together. She remembered being so scared of telling him what was going on. And foolish. The only reason she’d been with Liam in the first place was because she’d called off their whole ‘friends with benefits’ thing. That had been a confusing time. But somehow they’d made it out. It was refreshing to see so many familiar faces walking around, something they’d never get in New York. Still, Elena was firm on her decision, his words only warming her. “And somehow, I don’t ever think it will change. Hey, who knows, maybe Matt will own it by then” she chuckles, glancing over at him. Despite his distaste for him, it was probably the truth.

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Baby We’re In Trouble

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[ℜ]     “When I’m eating, sleeping, jerking off, showering, working, playing video games, working out,” he ticks off easily, not even sparing her a glance, his eyes focused on the multitude of games on the screens above their heads. “I would say sex but I can be pretty Dominant in the bedroom or an ‘overbearing dick lord’ if we’re using your words. That’s all I got.” He turns to her then, offering her a smile and wink before his own bottle is placed in front of them along with their orders and a basket of fries large enough to feed a team of people. “Like now, now I won’t bother you even if you pull a Coyote Ugly on the bar top. Unless you fuck up my food then we’ll have a problem.”  

Elena snorts at that, reaching for her new beer and bringing it to her lips. “Yeah, because you totally work out” she retorts just before taking a sip. She enjoys just how cold and crisp it is for a moment before lulling her head in his direction. “I -- you’re unbelievable.” She really doesn’t want to think about him being dominant in the bedroom, an obvious flush to her cheeks taking over. This man really never knew when to stop, instead pushing any button that was within reach. Reaching for a fry, her eyes are rolling once more before popping it into her mouth. “You wanna see me dance on the bar then you should have met me a few years ago.” 

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Just One Yesterday- Keep Moving Forward

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[ℜ]     Yeah, he had wanted out as soon as he gotten his diploma. Planned on filling his car with as much gas as he could and stuffing every essential thing he could into it before heading west and never looking back. But…Elena and all his feelings for her and how he couldn’t have left without telling her something, without taking that chance with her. “I loved you for so long,” he says quietly, the Grille coming into view. “I loved you and this town hated me, I hated how they made me feel and I couldn’t get past that. Even at the expense of you.” And look where it got them. “You….our friends, Grayson and Miranda, were the only good things that I had here and….I let the opinions of others scare me away from a different path we could’ve taken.” Every street they’ve passed on their way here he has a memory of sorts on it, the square where they had the parade and the high school kids would gather before and after a game, Mystic Falls is ingrained in him no matter how hard he tried to run from it. “But I’m not afraid anymore,” he informs her. “I’ll go wherever you want.” 

He’d really come back? To the place where they’d grown up together? It was one thing to think about actually raising a family here, it was another to even think about Ryan making that kind of sacrifice. He’d hated it here. The people in this town had treated him like garbage. His one goal whilst growing up was to get the hell out of this town and prove to all those that had wronged him that he was capable of greatness. The idea of having or adopting children down the line, living in the home she’d grown up in really did seem appealing for a moment there, but she’s soon shaking her head. “No. New York is where I want to be” she replies. “You have your work there and well...I think we should build a life of our own. Not settle for one that’s already there and well established. We have history here, yes. And I’m never going to forget any of it. I mean, think about it. Most of our friends are moving on...my parents aren’t here anymore and well, this is our time. And right now, I think that means New York.” 

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Calm Before The Storm || Love & Memories

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[ℜ]     “I’m a greedy motherfucker what can I say?” he says with a smile. Honestly Elena had done everything she could with what they had to turn their bedroom into a massage parlor, candles are flickering deep shadows among the walls, the smell of the oil she’s chosen have already began their magic in working work stress from his body, and he hasn’t even climbed on the bed yet and surrendered himself to her hands. He crosses the room in long strides, cupping her face in his hands as he lifts her face for a kiss, humming in contentment once their lips connect. “5 stars on Yelp, excellent service, not sharing with friends though.” 

“Oh, so you wouldn’t recommend me?” She asks teasingly as she pulls back from his lips. Her arms had settled around his shoulders, her finger dipping into the nape of his neck to stroke his hair. “Or are my appointments only reserved for you, Mr. Sinner?” Hands sliding down over his biceps, she’s pecking his lips once more before pulling away from him and kneeling onto the bed. “Come on now, before I change my mind” she quips, a suppressed giggle managing to escape her lips. 

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Small Deceptions || Paradise Circus

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[ℜ]     “We’ll be waiting for you when you do,” he says to Elena, Noah waving in goodbye before he ends the call. “Would you like to walk around for a bit and pick a room to sleep in?” The raven assumes the boy would also like a bath or… shower (were kids his age taking showers now?) maybe, start anew in a way. Then again, there was nothing Ryan could offer him to sleep in. ‘Get him some clothes too, maybe stuff for a bath?? I’m lost here.’ He figures texting Elena will be his best best with things like this. “Could I watch tv?” Noah asks meekly, eyes glancing over to the living room. “You sure can, come on.” Might as well keep him in one place and satisfied right? Holding his hand out, he waits for the young boy to either take it or simply hold back, wait for Ryan to lead while he follows. To his surprise the boy takes the first option, though opting to hold onto his finger instead. “I have a lot of channels, some movies too. You can pick whatever.” 

Elena was going a bit out of her mind shopping at this point. He needed food, clothes and...would he want toys? Of course he would, right? After all, he was still a child. Probably scared out of his mind at that. She just hopes that Ryan is handling him well enough. Things hadn’t seemed to go so well and he looked nervous as hell. Perhaps she should have just brought Noah with her. -- She realizes she needs to trust him. They were both new at this and bound to make mistakes. Sure, she was upset about the junk food and the happy meal, but she’d get over it. She’s positive that she’ll be giving in every now and then if it made the kid happy. She’s gone a lot longer than she should be, having stopped at a few stores to make sure she had the necessities. Food, clothes and a few toys to keep the little guy occupied. When they both got to know him more, then she could go out again and get him some more things that he liked. Opening the back of the SUV when she arrives, she’s calling out for the raven. 

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realistic text meme

text: WTF!

text: um... what is that...

text: ....................

text: pics or it never happened

text: haha and then what? ;)

text: i'm waking up at 6 am for this ok. good morning baby

text: sending me texts at 4:32 am saying "this is your daily good morning text" is not acceptable bc a) you were pulling an all nighter and b) you NEVER send me good morning texts

text: all men are dicks

text: oh my god go check his profile??

text: do you wanna play twenty questions :)

text: just get the fucking groceries

text: one more sticker and i'm blocking you

text: FUCKJ FUCK MY GLASSES FELL INTO THE TOILET

text: i love you and ur really cute

text: wait

text: it wasnt a big deal haha

text: who is this

text: what do you mean who is this

text: didn't fucking ask for your opinion thanks

text: AAHAHAHAHA *insert mockery of your choice of typo here*

text: there is nothing i want to do more right now than make out with you

text: thats what hands are for xoxo

text: seriously??? is my dick too bomb??? is that it?

text: ur dick cant be bigger than ur thumb haha bye

text: i don't understand ur obsession with boobs like

text: i like to squish them

text: i need to pee lol brb

text: uhh okay

text: omg my fams home ok bye ily gtg

text: OHY MG FUCKIGNG GOD SHE DID N O T JUST FUCKING DIE I HAT ETHIS FUCKING SHOW

text: You're a bitch.

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* hurt prompts

‘ are you bleeding? ’

‘ take it easy. you hit your head. ’

‘ where does it hurt? ’ 

‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’

‘ how did you get that black eye? ’ 

‘ you should see the other guy. ’ 

‘ did i say you could get out of bed? ’

‘ that’s going to leave a bruise. ’

‘ i’ll get some ice. ’ 

‘ that’s what you get for picking fights. ’

‘ are you trying to give me a heart attack? ’

‘ what’s wrong with you? ’

‘ you can barely stand. ’

‘ did you throw the first punch? ’

‘ that’s a nasty bump. ’

‘ get in the car. you’re going to the hospital. ’

‘ at least bandage it. ’ 

‘ no, you’ll get an infection. ’ 

‘ wet floor signs are there for a reason, you know. ’

‘ you’re lucky. that icicle could’ve killed you. ’

‘ where’s your gratitude? i rescued you! ’

‘ i’m calling the nurse. ’

‘ was that stupid dare worth it? ’

‘ what happened to you? ’

‘ sit down. i’ll make some hot chocolate and fix you right up. ’

‘ are those bandages? ’

‘ you need stitches. ’

‘ look out for that tree branch. ’

‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ’

‘ lean on me. ’

‘ you got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. ’

‘ shit, you’re burning up. ’  

‘ you’re not dying. it’s only a sprained ankle. ’

‘ lie down. ’

‘ i’m sorry. i know it hurts. here, hold my hand. ’

‘ you’re in no condition to be walking around. ’

‘ wake up! wake up! ’

‘ i don’t feel sorry for you. ’

‘ look at your face! ’

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Send 👀 to walk in on my muse in their underwear

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Baby We’re In Trouble

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[ℜ]     “Oh I’m well aware of the things you can hold down, Ms. Gilbert.” Need he remind her of the time she almost snapped his spine in half like she was Bane? “But I’m also aware of what heavy drinking can do on an empty stomach and I don’t want you avoiding the sun tomorrow because you drank so much tonight that breathing hurts.” He’s meeting her glare with what he hopes is a ‘I’m only trying to look out for you’ look, even if she is looking at him as if she was ready to use his balls for batting practice. When she turns back towards the bar he decides that his nuts have survived another night and he exhales a deep breath of relief, flagging down the barkeep as he does. “Another bottle of this please, two actually so I’ll be able to wake up tomorrow still male.” 

Perhaps drinking herself under the table was just what she needed. Hangover be damned. He looked after her, something she could appreciate when the moment called for it -- this wasn’t one of them however. Her head was a mess lately and he wasn’t helping things, especially when he was the main reason for it. Pursing her lips as he flags down the bartender, she’s rolling her eyes at his dramatics and lulling her head. “Is there ever a moment where you’re not an overbearing dick lord?”