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@ripper-royalty
Indie rp blog for Stefan Salvatore from the Vampire Diaries, canon divergent, heavily headcanon influenced.
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Exclusives: Katherine Pierce written by @malka-lisitsa
"Don't you think rose is kinda an old lady scent nowadays?"
Bonus content: Polyamory Stef reacting from another room.
"Not as old as my side of your bed being empty is I'm sure. Let me just remind you what that feels like, Stefan gets my company tonight."
And yes she's well aware it's Damon's night.
He shouldn't pick fights he doesn't want to lose.
Stefan popped intrusively into the door, immediately gesturing at his brother's boxers. "Hey Dayday, do you remember that time Emily gave you that look when you kept drawing the Five of Swords."
"....you done?"
"ArE yOu DoNe?"
"Are you done breathing good sir? Might I help you on that journey?"
"Watch it... Hard to get cheese without thumbs."
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
"....you done?"
"Were you ever actually in love with Elena, or were you in love with the shadow of me?"
"If you wanted to start a fight, you could have just punched me in the face."
"This one ate your cheese."
TO XIBALBA
"Yeah that sounds reasonable."
psd by @etherealstuff
A FUCKED UP KISSING MEME bc who needs soft kisses when you can have This !
"I'm sorry," his breath was cool against the red angered skin, the muscles in his neck trembled at the weight of his desire rip and tear again. There was enough damage already. The hand gripping her thigh would reveal bruises in the morning. Stefan hovered over the wound, the agony of hurting her fought with the pleasure of causing pain. Of tasting fear.
Stefan couldn't face her yet, not with his demonic black eyes and his face stained with her blood, so he leaned in again - this time gentle as a lamb. He kissed the mark on her neck, still leaking red, as an apology.
Red String
A FUCKED UP KISSING MEME bc who needs soft kisses when you can have This !
She's trembling in his arms, the moment she felt fangs pierce skin Katherine knew she had a fifty fifty shot of making it out of there. Not only is he a ripper but doppelganger blood is especially delicious....
Even in the moment, the fear she has is not for him. It's for death. Katherine has never been afraid of Stefan. She's never been afraid of his dark side, no that fear isnt for him, it's for deaths door.
So as he leans in and apologizes, kissing the torn flesh that once would have already been healed, Katherine clings to him. Holds him close, accepting his apology as she tries to calm down.
She can't blame a wild animal for doing what wild animals do, and she never has. She's never blamed Stefan for his nature. Its not like any of them chose to be who they were. Who they are.
So Katherine turns to look at him. Brave face on as she does.
"I know Stefan." As horrifying as it is to feel death breathing down her neck, he had the control to pull off of her before it was too late. That's got to speak for something. At least it did for her.
"I know. It's ok. I'm ok."
And still she fearlessly looks into his eyes, touches his cool skin. No hesitation to be found and there never would be.
Her fear has never been for him, but her love and trust has always been his.
kiss on an injury your muse gave to mine.
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"A bra has disappeared from my floor."
"Just one. The rest are fine. I'm... confused."
"You can't even see your floor. How do you know where anything is? Much less what's missing..."
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Well that was hot. She had to admit that the pistol trick was impressive. She's seen a million others fail it in various ways. Nothing like a perfectly executed old western pistol trick.
Still, she started to walk towards him nonchalantly.
"Or what, Mr. Salvatore?"
"Hey. Stop. Turn your pretty ass around right now, don't make me shoot you."
Her smile was as condescending as her tone.
"Get out? But I was invited." She almost purred. "By the actual owner of the Salvatore Caravan."
"So, who the fuck are you?"
"Stefan Salvatore," he drew his gun in one smooth quick motion, one practiced thousands of times in front of his bedroom mirror. "My father takes his meetings in the office, I suggest you make your way there if that's really true."
"Your warehouse?" A brow raised. "So you own the Salvatore caravan then?"
She was not at all hiding her tone.
"Is that pistol your ID card or do you have a fancy hand shake?"
"Excuse me?" This wasn't really part of the script, but she brought up the gun so his hand rested on the hilt defensively. A little action here and there wasn't exactly uncommon, especially in this part of the city. That's why they paid a LOT of money for security. And why they had a Salvatore on the premise whenever possible. Even if it was just the baby one.
"Yes, I own the place, and you need to get the fuck out now."
The audacity of his statement brough a strained smile to her face and a chuckle slipped out.
"Sorry you think I don't belong here?" Arms crossed petulantly and she gave him an expectant look.
"And what makes you say that?"
"Because this is my warehouse," he slipped his hand into his back pocket, searching for his lighter, but also giving her a good view of the pipe pistol on his belt. In truth, the whole routine was something Damon had taught him recently, and it worked pretty well most of the time. "And I didn't hire you."
"you have 2.8 seconds to explain why you're following me."
(Fallout Stefan)
"I'm following you because you don't belong here," Stefan placed an unlit cigarette between his lips, looking overall unbothered by the menace in her tone.
The silence had her by the throat again. Squeezing with the tension of everything he didn't say and everything he might be about to. That's the problem with anxiety. Sometimes it's all shit your brain makes up and says youre terrified of. In this moment that was Stefan's rejection.
That would be the smart thing to do.
It took every ounce of fragile strength Katherine had left not to break out into sobs, or WORSE lash out aggressively in defense of the hurt she was sure was about to happen.
It's not true.
Katherine looked over at him immediately, the shock and genuine surprise evident in her hopeful gaze. Oh how long she had waited to hear those words again. I need you. Three years of Stefan throwing everything in her face. Of insulting her. Belittling her. Calling her a liar, and she'd stayed through it all in hopes that the next day she would hear him say those words. I need you.
Need and love were in the same vein but they were not the same thing. Honestly at this point, Katherine wasn't sure she cared if one was present without the other. It was a good step. It was a foot in the door, even if she wished that door had just... stayed open for her.
"So I..." She paused and swallowed hard. "So It... wasn't a mistake...?"
Soft lips pressed against her shoulder, a small familiar act of intimacy, Stefan put no more thought into the action than to give himself a second's reprieve while he sorted out an answer to her question. Just a little thing that spoke more volume to how he felt about her than words ever could.
"It certainly makes things more complicated now..." He finally spoke, still slowly coming to some kind of conclusion here. Impossibly searching for a way to wrap up everything between them in a nice easy to understand package - with a bow on top. "...We were good, you know? Had a good rhythm I don't... I don't know what this means. But I don't regret it."
He kissed her again, at the junction of her shoulder and neck, he could hear her rapid heart beat and feel each stuttering breath against his chest. How impossibly right it felt to be tangled up with her again. Was he just a helpless pawn in the grander scheme of things? Doomed to fall into bed with a doppelganger no matter what?
Did it matter?
How many stories were written about soul mates. How many books had he himself read and raged against the idiot lovers for making everything harder than it had to be. How many people longed for what he had in his grasp - twice - and let slip away. Was he the idiot? The butt end of Qetsiyah's eternal joke?
Or could he just... Take the plunge.
Take the the good. The bad. The ugly. The history and the future. Take it all and know with absolute confidence that they were intrinsically meant to be. Two halves of a whole.
Maybe it would be a relief just to say, "...I love you. I don't think I could ever stop loving you."
