A/N: i'm working on a bunch of requests at the moment, but I'm currently rewatching Vampire Diaries and had to do this 😊❤️
Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore, Jeremy Gilbert, Enzo St. John, Kai Parker, Klaus Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson
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Damon Salvatore
🖤Damon doesn’t panic easily - he’s seen too much, lost too many. But the second he smells blood and realizes it’s yours, the calm is gone. His whole world narrows to you
🖤“no, no, no…” he mutters, hands already pressing against the wound, movements jerky and desperate. His voice breaks in a way it rarely does. You’ve never heard him sound afraid like this
🖤anger is his first instinct - anger at whoever hurt you, at himself for not stopping it. The fury simmers under his skin, but right now, keeping you breathing is the only thing that matters
🖤he pulls you into his arms, muttering sharp words half to you, half to himself. “You’re fine. You’re going to be fine, sweetheart. You don’t get to check out on me, got it?”
🖤the sarcasm and charm are gone. All that’s left is Damon - raw, pleading, terrified. He presses his forehead to yours, whispering your name like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded
🖤when he brings you to safety, his movements are a blur of panic and precision. He’s done this before, but never with someone he couldn’t bear to lose. Every second feels like a lifetime
🖤once you’re stable, the rage returns. His voice goes cold, his eyes darker than you’ve ever seen them. “Tell me who did it.” It isn’t a question - it’s a death sentence waiting to be carried out
🖤he doesn’t leave your side after that. Not for food, not for rest. He stays close enough to feel your pulse, needing proof that you’re still here
🖤when you finally wake, he’s quieter than you expect. No jokes, no bravado - just a low, rough voice: “You scared the hell out of me”
🖤you try to reassure him, but he shakes his head, jaw tight. “Don’t. Don’t pretend it’s fine. I almost lost you.” The vulnerability in his tone hurts worse than any wound
🖤his hands tremble when he touches you, even if he hides it. He keeps brushing his thumb along your wrist, tracing your pulse like he’s memorizing it
🖤later, when you’re resting, he steps outside. No one sees what he does next - but there’s blood on his hands when he returns, eyes calmer, voice soft again. “No one’s going to touch you ever again”
🖤he doesn’t apologize for what he’s done. He never will. Protecting you, even violently, is the only way he knows how to love
🖤when you confront him about it later, he just smirks faintly, masking the fear behind his words: “You can hate me for it, but at least you’re still here to do it"
🖤that night, he holds you tighter than he ever has. No words, no teasing. Just Damon; silent, watchful, his hand tangled in yours. Every time you stir, he whispers softly, “i’ve got you.” And he means it - for the first time in his long life, he truly means it
Stefan Salvatore
🤍the moment he sees the blood, Stefan freezes for a fraction of a second. Then every trace of calm vanishes and the ripper instinct claws at him - but love wins. He forces the hunger down, every muscle shaking with restraint
🤍he’s at your side before you can blink, voice low but steady. “Hey, hey, stay with me, okay? Look at me.” He keeps your eyes on his, using his calm to keep you conscious
🤍he presses his hands over the wound, careful, measured. His control is terrifyingly precise, but his eyes are pure panic
🤍if you’re slipping in and out of consciousness, he murmurs small reassurances: stories, memories, anything to keep you tethered. “Remember the first time you made me laugh? You’re still the only one who can do that”
🤍when he gets you to safety, he’s already covered in your blood and doesn’t notice. Damon has to tell him to clean up; he refuses to move until he knows you’ll live
🤍once you’re stable, guilt hits hard. Stefan’s convinced it’s his fault - he should’ve been faster, stronger, better. He whispers, “I promised I’d protect you,” like it’s a vow he’s broken
🤍he sits by your bedside through the night, elbows on his knees, head bowed. Sometimes he talks quietly, sometimes just watches the rise and fall of your breathing
🤍when you wake, he’s instantly alert, leaning forward, voice trembling just slightly: “Hey, you’re okay. You’re safe now.” Relief floods his face, softening every line of worry
🤍you reach for his hand, and he exhales shakily. “You have no idea how scared I was,” he admits, brushing your knuckles with his thumb
🤍if you try to downplay it, he shakes his head. “Don’t. You don’t have to be strong for me. I’d rather you let me be strong for you”
🤍Stefan isn’t violent by nature, but when he finds the person who hurt you, his control fractures. The calm disappears, replaced by something cold and lethal. He won’t kill them recklessly, but he’ll make sure they’ll never come near you again
🤍afterwards, he hates himself for that flicker of darkness. He returns to you quieter, more tender, needing to remind himself that you’re the light that keeps him human
🤍he insists on taking care of everything: bandaging you, making tea, staying up until he’s certain you’re sleeping peacefully
🤍when you wake later, his head is resting beside you on the mattress, fingers still wrapped around yours. Even in sleep, his grip doesn’t loosen
🤍the next morning, he’s gentler than ever; soft voice, faint smile. “You scared me, you know.” There’s no lecture, no dramatics, just Stefan’s quiet honesty: “I can’t lose you. Not again. Not ever"
Jeremy Gilbert
❤️the instant he realizes you’re hurt, Jeremy’s stomach drops. It’s like the world just stops for a second; every sound dulls, every heartbeat feels too loud
❤️his first instinct isn’t anger, it’s fear. He’s been through too much loss to handle the thought of losing you too. “No, no, you’re okay. You’re gonna be okay,” he repeats, as if saying it enough will make it true
❤️he’s shaking as he lifts you into his arms, whispering, “stay with me, please,” over and over. The way his voice cracks when he says it would break anyone’s heart
❤️once he gets you somewhere safe, he doesn’t let go: one hand keeps pressure on the wound, the other holds yours like it’s his lifeline
❤️if someone else tries to help, he bristles instantly. “I’ve got her!” It takes a firm voice (probably Elena or Stefan) to convince him to let the others help
❤️when the danger finally passes, the adrenaline wears off and he’s left trembling. He sits beside your bed, blood on his hands, staring blankly until you stir
❤️“You scared me,” he admits when you wake, voice hoarse. He tries to smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes
❤️Jeremy blames himself completely, even if it wasn’t his fault. “I should’ve been there. I should’ve protected you.” The guilt eats at him quietly
❤️when you try to reassure him, he just shakes his head, eyes full of tears he’s too proud to let fall. “You don’t get it. You’re… you’re my person. I can’t go through that again”
❤️that night, he refuses to leave your side. He stays sitting on the floor next to the bed, head leaning against the mattress, just listening to you breathe
❤️if you move or wince in pain, he’s instantly awake, panicking: “Hey, hey, are you okay? What hurts?” His worry never turns into frustration, only care
❤️he kisses your forehead softly when you finally fall back asleep, whispering, “i’ve got you. I swear, I’ve got you”
❤️later, when you’re better, he’s still protective; walking you home, checking on you constantly, making bad jokes to hide how scared he still is
❤️“You’re stuck with me now,” he teases one day, but there’s truth beneath it. He never wants to feel that fear again, and he’d do anything to keep you safe
❤️deep down, he realizes that loving you means accepting that fear - and he does, because to Jeremy Gilbert, love is worth the risk every single time
Enzo St. John
🤎the second Enzo smells blood or hears you cry out, he’s gone. Everything else - logic, self-control, even his usual wit - vanishes. The vampire in him takes over, fueled by fear more than rage
🤎“Where is she?” His voice is low, dangerous, the kind of quiet that makes everyone else in the room flinch. He’s already halfway to you before anyone answers
🤎when he finds you hurt, something in him breaks. His bravado crumbles, eyes wild and desperate. “No, no, no, love - stay with me. Look at me.” His accent thickens with panic
🤎he cradles you like you’re made of glass, muttering under his breath - half curses, half pleas. “Who did this to you?” comes out more like a growl than a question
🤎if someone hurt you on purpose, there’s no negotiation. He’ll hunt them down later. Right now, all his focus is on you. “I’ll deal with them. You just breathe, alright?”
🤎when he presses his hand to your wound, his touch is trembling but gentle. “Come on, sweetheart. Don’t you dare give up on me now"
🤎once you’re safe, his hands don’t leave you: one on your cheek, one gripping yours tightly. He talks to fill the silence, mostly to keep himself from spiraling. “Knew you were trouble the moment I saw you, but didn’t think you’d try to give me a heart attack”
🤎even when the worst has passed, he’s not himself. The sarcasm fades; he just watches you breathe, eyes soft but haunted
🤎“You don’t get to scare me like that again,” he says quietly, brushing a thumb over your skin. The words sound like a joke, but his voice wavers
🤎he blames himself, of course. He always does. “Should’ve been faster. Should’ve protected you.” You tell him it’s not his fault, and he smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes
🤎when you try to comfort him, he pulls you close, almost too tight. “Let me have this, yeah?” he murmurs. It’s his way of saying he needs to feel you alive in his arms
🤎later, when you’re resting, Enzo sits nearby, pretending to read or hum a tune, but his eyes never really leave you. Every time you move, he glances up instantly
🤎“You know, love,” he says softly one night, “i’ve lost enough people in this world. Don’t make me add you to that list.” His tone is teasing, but there’s raw pain underneath
🤎he kisses your hand, slow, reverent. “You’re safe now. Long as I’m breathing, I’ll make damn sure of it”
🤎afterward, he’s even more protective than before. It’s not suffocating - it’s devotion disguised as teasing. “You and I are a package deal now, love. Try not to get yourself killed, yeah?"
Kai Parker
❤️🩹at first, Kai reacts with denial. He cracks a joke - too loud, too sharp - because humor is easier than fear. “You? Hurt? Nah, you’re way too stubborn for that,” he says, voice catching on the last word
❤️🩹the moment he realizes it’s real, the mask shatters. All that energy, all that chaos that usually fuels his magic, redirects into sheer panic. His eyes dart everywhere, searching for what he can fix
❤️🩹he talks too much, pacing, muttering to himself; half spells, half apologies he’ll never say out loud. “This isn’t supposed to happen. Not to you. Not to the one person who -” He cuts himself off before the confession escapes
❤️🩹Kai’s hands shake when he reaches you, though he tries to hide it behind a smirk. “Hey, open your pretty eyes for me, okay? I’m not done annoying you yet”
❤️🩹when you stir, relief hits him like a punch. His breath leaves in a harsh laugh, half sob, half disbelief. “See? Told you. You’re fine. I totally knew that”
❤️🩹if anyone caused it, they don’t get a chance to gloat. The playful smirk disappears; the room goes cold. That dangerous calm settles over him, and his magic hums in the air
❤️🩹but when it’s just you again, that fury fades into something softer. He sits beside you, awkward, unsure how to handle the quiet. “You scared me,” he mutters, staring at his hands. “I don’t… get scared. Not really"
❤️🩹his touch hovers before it lands: a hand brushing your arm, tentative but steady. “You’re okay now. I made sure of it"
❤️🩹when you wince from pain or discomfort, Kai freezes for a split second, then grips your hand a little tighter. His voice goes low, insistent: “Hey, don’t do that. Look at me. You’re okay. I’ve got you.” The worry in his tone is raw and unguarded
❤️🩹every few minutes, he checks again: a pulse, a breath, a twitch of your fingers. He pretends it’s clinical, but the tremor in his voice gives him away
❤️🩹later, when you can talk, he jokes again; but the humor is gentler. “Next time, I’m wrapping you in bubble wrap. Can’t have you giving me a heart attack”
❤️🩹if you thank him, he waves it off, eyes darting away. “Don’t make it weird,” he mumbles, but his shoulders loosen like the words mattered more than he expected
❤️🩹that night, he stays close - too close - like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he blinks. When you tease him about hovering, he shrugs. “Guess I kinda like knowing you’re breathing”
❤️🩹the next day, he’s back to his chaotic self. But whenever he looks at you, there’s a flicker—something gentler behind the grin. A reminder of the fear he won’t admit to feeling
❤️🩹and if you ever bring it up again, he’ll smirk and say, “You’re fine, see? Totally not dramatic.” But the truth hides in his eyes: he’d burn the world down before letting it happen again
Klaus Mikaelson
❤️🔥Klaus doesn’t just react - he erupts. The instant he realizes you’re hurt, his control snaps like glass. “Who touched her?” is the first thing he says, voice calm in a way that terrifies everyone else in the room
❤️🔥he appears beside you in an instant, the hybrid rage burning behind his eyes but his hands impossibly gentle. “Stay with me, sweetheart,” he murmurs, brushing hair from your face with trembling fingers
❤️🔥the sight of your blood nearly drives him mad. It’s not hunger: it’s fear. For someone who’s survived a thousand years, the idea of losing you unravels him in ways he didn’t think possible
❤️🔥if someone caused this, Klaus won’t rest until they’re destroyed. “You have my word,” he growls, voice low and sharp, “they’ll beg for mercy long before I grant it”
❤️🔥but with you, he’s careful - so careful. “Look at me, love. I need to see those beautiful eyes,” he says, holding your face as if keeping you conscious by sheer will
❤️🔥he orders everyone out of the room. “No one touches her but me.” It’s not arrogance - it’s panic masked as authority. He can’t bear the thought of anyone else near you when you’re this fragile
❤️🔥he tears at his own wrist to heal you, forcing his blood past your lips even if you resist. “Drink. Now.” The command shakes, desperation leaking through
❤️🔥when it’s over and you’re safe, he doesn’t leave your side. He just sits there, head bowed, blood on his hands, whispering apologies to no one in particular. “I should have protected you. I should have been there"
❤️🔥when you finally wake, Klaus is silent - his usual smirk gone. The relief in his eyes is almost painful. “You frightened me, love,” he admits quietly, his voice rough. “That doesn’t happen often"
❤️🔥he presses his forehead to yours, letting out a shaky laugh. “You see what you do to me? You make a monster feel fear”
❤️🔥later, when you’re recovering, he hovers: pretending to sketch, but every few seconds his eyes dart to you. You tease him for it, and he scoffs, “I merely wish to ensure you don’t repeat your reckless tendencies”
❤️🔥but when you fall asleep, he finally lets himself feel it: the guilt, the rage, the bone-deep terror of almost losing you. He whispers softly, “you are my weakness, love… and my salvation”
❤️🔥if anyone even mentions what happened, his tone goes sharp, defensive. “It’s handled.” He doesn’t want to talk about how scared he was
❤️🔥he starts drawing you more often after that; peaceful, safe, alive. It’s his way of keeping you close, of remembering that you’re still here
❤️🔥and when he finally kisses you again, it’s slow, lingering, almost reverent. “No harm will come to you again,” he murmurs against your lips. “Not while I still draw breath"
Elijah Mikaelson
💕he moment Elijah sees you injured, something inside him fractures - but you’d never know it at first. His composure doesn’t break; his voice remains steady, though his eyes are wild with restrained terror
💕“Stay with me, my love,” he says, tone calm but urgent, kneeling beside you and pressing his hand over your wound. His jaw tightens, but his touch is feather-light
💕he moves with purpose; no wasted motion, no panic. Yet every muscle in his body vibrates with fear. He’s centuries old, but in this moment, he’s just a man terrified of losing the one person who makes eternity bearable
💕if anyone else caused your injury, his wrath is quiet, deliberate, and absolute. “You’ve made a grave mistake,” he murmurs, voice calm enough to chill the room before he disappears to handle it
💕his first instinct, though, is to save you himself. “You will not leave me, not like this.” He opens his wrist with no hesitation, pressing it to your lips with a gentleness that almost breaks him
💕“Please,” he whispers - a word Elijah rarely uses. “Take it. For me”
💕when your breathing steadies, he sits beside you, hands trembling for the first time in centuries. He stares at his blood-stained cuffs and laughs softly, bitterly. “I’ve spent lifetimes cleaning up chaos… and yet, for you, I would drown in it”
💕he doesn’t leave your side. Not for food, not for rest. He sits in silence, eyes never leaving you, fingers occasionally brushing over yours as if to reassure himself you’re real
💕when you wake, the relief that floods his face is quiet but unmistakable. “You had me rather concerned,” he says softly, though his voice carries a crack he can’t hide
💕you try to tease him, to lighten the mood, but his hand comes to rest against your cheek. “You may jest, but I have never known fear like I did today”
💕when you reach up to touch his face, his control slips. He closes his eyes, pressing his forehead to your palm. “You have no idea how deeply I care for you,” he murmurs, every syllable thick with sincerity
💕aftterward, he’s even more protective; not smothering, but quietly vigilant. You’ll catch him watching you from the corner of the room, expression soft, almost reverent
💕if anyone brings up the incident, his answer is brief and sharp: “It won’t happen again.” There’s a finality to it that brooks no argument
💕he tends to your recovery himself: bringing you tea, adjusting blankets, tracing his thumb across your wrist when he thinks you’re asleep. It’s his way of grounding himself after nearly losing you
💕when you’re finally healed, he takes your hand, presses a kiss to your knuckles, and says softly, “you have my word - as long as I draw breath, no harm shall ever come to you again"
Kol Mikaelson
💙the second Kol sees you hurt, the playfulness drains from him instantly. The smirk, the teasing - all gone. His voice goes low, shaky. “No. No, no, no, love, what happened?”
💙his first instinct is panic. Not anger, not vengeance. Just fear. His hands hover helplessly over you, afraid to touch in case he makes it worse. “Talk to me, darling. Please"
💙then it hits him - the scent of your blood, the way your pulse falters - and something in him snaps. His entire body tenses, and the air practically hums with rage
💙“Who did this?” The question isn’t really a question. It’s a promise. His voice trembles with fury, and his fangs flash before he forces himself to focus back on you
💙he tears his wrist open immediately, pressing it to your lips. “You’re not dying on me. You hear me? Not you.” It’s not a command - it’s desperation
💙when you try to push his hand away, he shakes his head violently. “Don’t be stubborn for once in your bloody life,” he mutters, but there’s no bite in it. Just fear
💙the moment your breathing evens, he collapses beside you - head in his hands, shaking with silent relief. “You can’t do that to me, sweetheart. I’m not built for that kind of heartbreak"
💙he stays with you while you’re unconscious, pacing, muttering to himself, occasionally punching walls just to release the tension. Every second you’re still, he feels like he’s unraveling
💙when you wake up, the first thing you see is his face - wide-eyed, tear-streaked, hands trembling. “You scared the hell out of me,” he breathes, voice cracking halfway through
💙you try to smile, to joke, but he just shakes his head. “Don’t you dare make light of it. You almost died, love. I don’t think I could’ve survived that”
💙once the panic fades, anger fills its place. He hunts down whoever hurt you, no hesitation, no mercy. “You touched her. Now you pay for it.” There’s no stopping him until he knows you’re safe
💙but when he returns, blood still on his hands, he softens immediately the moment he sees you. “It’s over, darling. You’re safe now.” His thumb brushes your cheek, careful, reverent
💙Kol doesn’t sleep for days after. You’ll wake up in the middle of the night to find him sitting on the floor beside your bed, staring at you just to make sure you’re still breathing
💙when you call him out for worrying too much, he laughs weakly. “You think I’m dramatic now? Imagine what I’d be if I actually lost you”
💙later, when you’re healed, he holds you close - tighter than usual, like he’s still afraid you’ll vanish. “You’re stuck with me, you know,” he murmurs against your hair. “Because I’m never letting anything take you away again"
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꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ season 2/3 jeremy energy specifically because that boy gets attached BAD
— jeremy always reaches for you in crowded places without thinking about it. fingers hooking through your belt loop, hand settling on your waist, pulling you against his side while talking to people like it's instinct more than intentions.
— he absolutely hates when someone flirts with you in front of him because suddenly he can't focus on anything else. matt could be talking directly to him and jeremy would still be staring at the way that guy keeps looking at you from across the room.
— if you purposely ignore him while hanging out with friends, he gets annoyingly clingy about it. nudging your knee with his. leaning against your shoulder. stealing your phone right out of your hands just to get your attention back on him.
"seriously?"
"you've been ignoring me for like twenty minutes."
— jeremy acts irritated when other people borrow your attention for too long, but the second you actually focus back on him, he melts immediately. all quiet eyes and stubborn little smiles while pretending he wasn't sulking five seconds ago.
— he gets weirdly obsessed with your things being mixed with his. your hoodie forgotten in his room for days. hair ties around his wrist. your shampoo sitting in his shower until eventually nobody remembers who actually bought it.
— jeremy LOVES when people know you're together without either of you saying it directly. your legs thrown over his lap at the grill. his jacket hanging over your shoulders during bonfires. his hand resting on the back of your chair while you talk.
— he gets especially posessive after dangerous situations. almost like adrenaline makes all his emotions stronger. holding your face while checking if you're hurt, hugging you too tightly afterward, refusing to let go for a while even when everyone else already moved on.
— jeremy absolutely steals affection whenever he can. quick kisses while you're distracted. tugging into his chest while you're trying to do homework. burying his face into your shoulder just because he missed you for two hours.
— he always walks slightly closer to you than necessary. shoulders brushing. knees touching under tables. fingers catching the fabric of your sleeve when crossing streets.
— if you try getting up while cuddling, jeremy immediately tightens his arms around you with a sleepy, "no. stay."
— and honestly, jeremy’s possessiveness feels less controlling and more like quiet attachment. like loving you became something instinctive to him a long time ago.
Pairing(s): Kol Mikaelson x Salvatore!reader, Platonic!Mikaelsons x Salvatore!reader, Platonic!Salvatores x Sister!reader
Summary: The real reason you return to Mystic Falls is revealed to your brothers.
Warnings: Emotional Neglect? (on the Salvatore brothers side), Betrayal (duh), Blood, ANGST, Violence, Klaus getting dagger happy, Klaus being incredibly cruel and deranged (normal Klaus behavior), Reader is traumatized (because of Klaus), Reader isn’t really a good person, A lot of neck snapping, Katherine Pierce, Inaccurate historical depictions, Switches between past and present, Some timeline errors and changes, Uses of Y/N, Kol not showing up til like 2k words in, Inconsistencies in the tense it’s written in (what a shock.)
Notes: THIS WAS ORIGINALLY TITLED ‘THE ART OF BETRAYAL’ BEFORE I DECIDED ‘THE DARKNESS’ FIT BETTER!
Reader is ten, turning eleven when she meets Katherine. She isn’t turned into a vampire until she’s 19.
Pizzelles are an Italian cookie. (Yes, this is random. Yes, this is kind of important.)
Canonically Kol was daggered in 1821 because of his lovely iteration of Hamlet, he wasn’t undaggered until 1901. In this, we’ll say he was still daggered in 1821 but was undaggered some time before 1870. Again with the dagger stuff, Rebekah is canonically daggered until 1887 after all the Marcel thing, in this she was undaggered some time before 1870.
And finally, a big thank you to @wholoveseggs for all her support and encouragement while I’ve been writing this because without her, I probably wouldn’t have finished this!
Word Count: 16.3k (goodness gracious)
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Present Day
Mystic Falls
It had been one hundred and forty-six years since you had seen your brothers. Actually, it had been one hundred and forty-six years since they had seen you. You kept tabs on them over the years, always so close but not close enough for them to find you. As far as your brothers were concerned, you were dead and technically you were.
In truth, you didn’t want to see them but you had to. You had to for him.
So here you were, driving past the Mystic Falls welcome sign. Your jaw clenches at the sight of it, you hadn’t been here since 1864. Every fiber of your being was screaming at you to turn around, that you didn’t want to be back here, that it was going to hurt you. You shoved the feeling away and continued driving until you reached your destination.
The old Salvatore Boarding House, your old home.
You take a deep breath before walking up to the door. It’s wide open and you can hear Stefan and Damon arguing inside. Your best guess is Stefan tried to walk away from Damon by slamming the door on him and all it did was make Damon angrier and he flung it open.
You followed the yelling to the living room, they were so caught up in their argument that they hadn’t noticed you leaning on the door frame.
“I see you two still fight like cats and dogs… I’m sure this is about some silly girl,” you finally speak up, announcing your presence.
They both immediately stop and look at you.
“Who the hell are you?” Damon asks instantaneously and you couldn’t blame him, the last time he saw you, you were just a kid.
You pout, placing a hand over your heart, “that hurts Damon.”
Letting out a dramatic sigh you place your hands on your hips, “I guess that’s fair though… I mean, it has been a really long time, one hundred and forty-six years in fact and I was just a little kid then.”
“I was about this tall…” you gesture with your hand then gasp, bringing your hand to your mouth, “And the last time we spoke was in this house, in this room!”
Stefan’s eyes widened a bit, his face becoming one of shock and realization, “Y/N?” he whispers.
You smirk and Damon scoffs, “That's not possible, our sister is dead.”
“Well, you’re not wrong about that, though, I believe the proper term is undead—“
You’re cut off by Damon rushing at you, slamming you into the wall, and holding you up by your throat.
“Damon.” Stefan warns.
“This isn’t Y/N, Stefan! It can’t be! This is some sick imposter! I don’t know how they found out… but Y/N… she’s been dead for over a hundred years!”
You knee him in the stomach, causing him to double over and drop you, “Undead.”
Damon grunts, stumbling back but he quickly recovers, “Okay, let’s say you are our sister… Why now, huh?! Why find us now, after a hundred some years?!” he shouts.
You scoff, standing up straight, “Because I saw you both die! I saw father shoot you both dead! You remember that night right? The night you both tried to save Katherine? The night you were turned?”
You paused for a moment, directing your next words to Damon, “The night you told me I wasn’t your sister anymore.”
You knew being back here would be hard, you knew it would hurt. What you didn’t expect was for Damon to seemingly forget everything that happened in 1864. He looked away from you causing you to scoff.
“That woman ruined our family the moment she stepped foot in Mystic Falls.”
1864
Mystic Falls
You stood next to Stefan, rocking back and forth on your heels as you watched the carriage approach.
Your father had told you that a woman was coming to stay with you all, a woman named Katherine Pierce. You were excited for her arrival, you loved Stefan, Damon, and occasionally your father but you were ecstatic to have another girl around.
The carriage opened and two women got out, you followed Stefan down the stairs, standing right next to him.
“You must be Miss Pierce,” your brother says with his hands still behind his back.
Miss Pierce smirks, “Please,” she reaches her hand out for him to take, which he does, “Call me Katherine.”
They stare at each other for a moment, seemingly having a silent conversation before you interrupt, “Hello!”
Katherine seems taken aback by the sudden voice but puts on a smile, “And who might you be?”
“Y/N!”
Stefan chuckles and places his hand onto your shoulder, “This is my little sister, father jokes that she’s my shadow,” your brother teases, “She’d be following Damon around as well but he’s off at war.”
You frown at the mention of your other brother, not noticing the way Katherine’s gaze hardens.
Katherine would grow close with Stefan over the next weeks and unfortunately for you, she made it abundantly clear that she didn’t like you. You couldn’t figure out why but Stefan continually reassured you that Katherine had no problems with you so you tried to let it go.
Then after some time, Damon returned home and you were overjoyed. You had always been close with your brothers, they were practically your only friends. You had been lonely since Katherine had arrived due to Stefan’s infatuation, you hoped now that Damon was back you wouldn’t be so lonely.
“Damon!” you cheered upon seeing him, “Day! You’re back!”
He chuckles, “That I am!”
You rush to hug him which he quickly reciprocates, patting your head. But his gaze focused elsewhere.
“Who is she?” he points.
You turn to see who he’s looking at and sigh, “That is Miss Katherine Pierce, she’s been staying with us for some time now.”
You beckon Damon to lean down so you could whisper in his ear, “I think Stefan may be in love with her.”
Your eldest brother raises a brow and stands up straight, “Hm? Well… I suppose I should introduce myself to our guest…”
Just like that, Damon was infatuated as well. It was as if Katherine was a siren and both your brothers had been tricked by her song.
You watched Katherine as she led on both your brothers, knowing that at least one of them would be getting a broken heart. Though, you had a feeling they’d both end up heartbroken.
The one event that really broke you was when both your brothers were nowhere to be seen on your birthday, and when you did find them it was like they had no idea what the day was.
You hated Katherine, but you weren’t scared of her. Until you saw her true face.
You knew what she was, a vampire. Your father had told you stories about vampires, they’re evil monsters. He told you if you ever even heard whispers of a vampire that you had to tell him and he’d take care of it.
So you told him and he came up with a plan that you would enact within the week.
“What is that delicious smell?” Damon asks as he walks into the kitchen.
You let out a little laugh, “I baked cookies! Would you like one?”
“I’d love one,” Damon takes one of the cookies from the tray, patting your head as he did.
The first step of the plan was complete, now all you had to do was sit back and wait.
It wouldn’t take long for Katherine to come back to the boarding house with Stefan, he goes and sits on the couch while Katherine begins to go upstairs. She turns to give Damon a look and he immediately rushes to follow her up the stairs.
Moments later there’s a scream, followed by shouting from your father, Damon, and some men you don’t know. Stefan is off the couch quickly and at the steps immediately.
Multiple men are dragging Katherine down the stairs while Damon yells at your father. Stefan stands in shock as you reach his side. Katherine is taken out of the house by the men and put into a guarded carriage. Your father holds Damon to the wall as the carriage leaves your home, finally, his eyes land on you and he lets go of Damon, rushing to you, he places a kiss on your head.
“You were right, my dear. You did good.”
With that, he rushes out the door to the carriage, leaving you alone with your brothers.
Stefan’s voice is quiet, “You know what she is…”
“And you told father!” Damon shouts.
“She’s a monster Damon!” you yell.
He scoffs, “You don’t know what you’re talking about! You’re ten! A child!”
Your frown, “My birthday was a month ago Damon… I’m eleven… or have you forgotten?”
“It doesn’t matter! How you could be so cruel… I don't understand… I don’t recognize you… you’re no sister of mine. Not anymore.”
“Damon!” Stefan yells.
Damon shakes his head, shoving past you to the door, “Let’s go Stefan! If we’re quick we can save her!”
And just like that, they rush out of the house without sparring you a second glance. They didn’t know it at the time, but moments later you would run out of the house after them.
Present Day
Mystic Falls
“I never went back home… it wouldn’t be home if you were both dead... So I ran and ran and didn’t look back… I travelled all over… never staying in one place for too long.”
Stefan steps forward and pulls you into a tight hug and you allow him too. It had been a century since you had hugged anyone, you almost forgot how to. He pulls away to get a better look at your face, how you’ve grown since he last saw you.
“How old are you? Physically?”
“It’s rude to ask a woman’s age, Stef…” you giggle before giving an actual answer, “Nineteen, I was turned in 1872… which I guess makes me your big sister.”
He chuckles, “I don’t think that’s how it works.”
Damon crosses his arms, “How’d you turn?”
“Willingly, if that’s what you’re asking… my boyfriend at the time turned me, we wanted to spend forever together.”
“Ironic, sounds a lot like my story with Katherine.”
You furrow your brows, “What are you trying to say?”
“I’m saying, you’re a hypocrite.”
You scoff and Damon takes that as his signal to continue, “Where is this boyfriend of yours now?”
You squeeze your eyes shut, “He’s gone.”
“Gone?”
“Dead.” you lie.
“I’m sorry Y/N,” Stefan smiles softly, placing a hand on your shoulder.
Suddenly, the floorboards creak causing all of you to look at the sound. There she stood, Elena Gilbert.
“Oh… I’m sorry I didn’t realize you had company…” She clears her throat, “Uh… Stefan, you called me?”
Thinking quickly, you speed away from Stefan and slam the girl into the wall. You weren’t dumb, you knew who she was and you knew she wasn’t Katherine but your brothers didn’t know that you knew. Everything would be fine as long as you didn’t kill her, he wouldn’t mind if she was roughed up a bit.
“You keep the bitch around?! After everything?!”
Stefan and Damon sped to your side, Damon ripping you away from her.
You scoff, “You still protect her!”
“This isn’t Katherine,” Stefan says before pulling Elena to him, the girl holding her throat.
“Looks exactly like her!”
Damon rolls his eyes, pulling you farther away, “We know. We have eyes. It’s weird, some weird, freaky nature thing but she’s not Katherine. Smell her, she’s human.”
You turn your attention to Stefan and Elena who are both looking at you, waiting for your next move. Stefan is ready to jump in front of Elena to save her, you almost roll your eyes but resist, this would be like 1864 all over again.
You walk over to them, slowly, tilting your head at Elena.
“I’m Elena…Elena Gilbert.”
You give her a half smile, “Y/N. Sorry.”
You hold out your hand for her to take, which she does after looking at Stefan to make sure you were safe.
“This happens a lot, you’d be surprised…”
“No, I wouldn’t be. Katherine’s a bitch. A lot of people want her dead,” you pause, “Consider getting a tattoo on your forehead,” you brush your pointer finger and thumb across your forehead, “‘Not Katherine’.”
Elena giggles, “In size forty font.”
You crack a smile, she seemed sweet, you almost felt bad about what was going to happen, almost.
“You’re a friend of Stefan and Damon’s?”
“I’m their sister,” you smirk, chuckling at the shocked expression on her face.
“Our sister who we thought was dead up until about five minutes ago,” Damon adds, still suspicious of you.
“I didn’t know you were alive either until I heard rumors from some vampires that fled from here…” another lie.
Stefan and Damon share a look and you look between them, “What?” You ask.
“The tomb vampires.”
Stefan pats your back, “C’mon, we got a lot of catching up to do.”
“Well, this is lovely but are we going to discuss what we’re here for?” A new voice cuts in, she looks familiar but you can’t quite place her.
Elena on the other hand looks terrified, “You…”
“Like he said, a lot of catching up to do,” the woman smiles.
You all sat down in the living room while the woman who you learned to be Rose began to pace back and forth while speaking, “Okay, you have to understand, I only know what I’ve picked up over the years- and I don’t know what’s true and what’s not. That’s the problem with all this vampire crap but Klaus I know is real.”
You keep your expression neutral, you had been told the story of Katerina Petrova, Katherine Pierce as you knew her and how she escaped her death by Klaus and Elijah both. That’s why this woman was familiar, she had played a role in the escape.
“Who is he?” Elena asks.
Damon speaks up, “He’s one of the originals. He’s a legend,” he widens his eyes for dramatic flair.
”From the first generation of vampires,” Stefan gestures with his glass.
“Like Elijah?”
Rose sighs, dropping her shoulders, “No, Elijah is the Easter Bunny compared to Klaus. He’s a foot soldier, Klaus is the real deal.”
You look down to hide the smile on your face, Elijah? The Easter Bunny? Now that was a funny joke.
“Klaus is known to be the oldest…” Stefan adds and that almost makes you giggle.
“So…” Elena begins, “You're saying the oldest vampire in the history of time is coming after me?”
Well, not the oldest.
“Yes.”
“No.”
Damon sighs, standing up, “No, what they’re saying is, I mean, if what she’s saying is true—“
“Which it is,” Rose cuts in.
“—And you’re not just saying this so we don’t kill you…”
“Which I’m not.”
Damon sighs, “Then… we’re looking at a solid maybe?”
“Look,” Stefan says, going to sit next to Elena, “Elijah’s dead so no one else even knows you exist.”
This makes you look up, unless these idiots found a white oak stake, Elijah was not dead, he was simply resting and he’d be pissed when he got back. You only hoped that he’d stay clear of you, you still held a soft spot for the man and you didn’t want to rat him out, but you would if you had to.
“Not that you know of,” Rose adds.
“That’s not helping…” Damon mutters.
“I’ve never even met anyone who has laid eyes on him, we’re talking centuries of truth mixed with fiction!” Stefan argues, “For all we know he could just be some sort of stupid bedtime story…” he looks at Elena, trying to reassure her that she’s safe.
Rose scoffs, “He’s real and he doesn’t give up. If he wants something, he gets it.” Well ain’t that the truth.
“If you’re not afraid of Klaus then you’re an idiot.” Rose adds. Also true.
“Well, what about you little sister?” Damon asks, gesturing to you, “You ever heard of Klaus?”
“No.” Yes. “I doubt he’s even real.” He’s very real.
“You mentioned you traveled a lot,” Stefan looks at you, “You’ve never heard of the original vampires?”
“Never.”
1870
New Orleans
You had showered off all of the blood, trying to rid yourself of the horrible memory. Why was it that vampires seemed to be everywhere you went? And now you were staying in a house with not one, but four vampires.
Sighing, you get out of the shower and change into the outfit Elijah had provided for you, it was a simple night gown, reaching past your knees. You find your way to the guest room that Elijah had shown you and curl into the bed, unable to sleep. You stay in that position all night, not getting even a wink of rest.
When morning comes, you make your way downstairs to the living room, “Elijah?” you call out softly, knowing that he’d be able to hear even the faintest of whispers.
There’s a whoosh behind you causing you to spin around on your heel, expecting to see Elijah but you don’t. A man stands by the couch, smirking.
”I see my brother has taken to copying me. Bringing home his very own charity case,” the man announces as he drops down on the couch to sit, urging you to sit down as well, you do in fear of upsetting him.
You fidget with your hands out of nervousness and he cracks a smile.
“No need to be scared, love. I’m Klaus…” he holds a hand out for you to take and you do, rather reluctantly.
When you don’t say anything, he continues, “Did my brother say something about me?”
You shake your head, “No, not you.”
“Oh? Not me? Did he say anything about my other siblings, do tell me. I’m just dying to know.”
You look around the room before turning back to him, “He said I should be careful around Kol…”
“Ah, my little brother, yes, he can be quite reckless… and rather… insatiable…”
“Are you talking badly about me to our new guest?” a voice that you assume belongs to Kol fills the room.
Klaus clicks his tongue, holding back a laugh, “No, no, little brother. Simply warning the girl of your tendencies…”
Kol scoffs, before leaning over the back of the couch, his chin practically touching your shoulder as he whispers to you, “Don’t listen to him, darling… or Elijah for that matter.”
You jump a bit and tilt your head away from him, inadvertently giving the vampire easy access to your neck. He chuckles and surprisingly, leans away.
“Don’t tempt me.”
“Kol! Elijah already said you’re to leave her alone!” a blonde girl comes bouncing into the room, pulling Kol further away from you.
In a flash she’s in front of you, holding her hand out for you to take, “I’m Rebekah! It’ll be nice to have another girl around!”
She then looks you up and down, taking in your current outfit, “Now this just won’t do, come now,” she reaches her other hand out for you and when you take it she pulls you off of the couch.
She quickly begins to pull you towards the stairs just as Elijah comes back into the room, he sighs upon seeing you and his sister.
“Do not overwhelm the poor girl, Rebekah.”
“Relax Elijah, I’m only going to get her a change of clothes… and we must do something with this hair!” she twirls a piece of your hair.
And with that, Rebekah practically drags you up to her room.
“Sit.” she guides you to a vanity chair, “You’ve got gorgeous features but this hair… this dress… they are not doing you any favors…”
Your face flushes, “Oh, I haven’t had much money for clothing let alone food… It's been hard to find work and I never really learned how to do my own hair… my brother used to do it for me and he’d allow me to braid his… I just can’t seem to do so when it’s my own head.”
Rebekah smiles softly, “You needn’t worry, I have plenty of options for you!” she rushes to her closet, opening it to reveal a plethora of different dresses.
She holds up a gown with a bit of lace detailing that goes up to the neck, “This will do nicely. Much better than this night gown…” she says as she brushes the sleeve of the dress you currently wore.
She hands you the gown, “Go now,” she points to the bathrooom, “get dressed and I’ll do your hair!”
You do as she says and come back, having her help you tie the back.
“Now, let’s fix this hair.” she pushes you back down into the chair, “Would you like a braid?”
You nod, “That would be lovely…”
Rebekah hums, “You said your brother used to do your hair… Where is he now?”
Your eyes widen a bit before you look down, “Oh, uhm, he’s dead… That’s why I ran from home…”
“You’re a runaway?”
You crack a smile, trying to be as confident as possible, “Was my ratty appearance and lack of cash not enough to give that away?”
Rebekah chuckles, “I suppose… were you always poor?” she asks, nonchalantly.
“Oh Heavens no. My family was very wealthy… the wealthiest family in our town. My father was a landowner.”
“You didn’t think to take any money before running?” She raises a brow.
“I was only eleven at the time and had just witnessed… something awful…” you take a deep breath, you hadn’t ever spoken about this out loud, “I needed to get away.”
Rebekah frowns, dropping your hair, “Elijah said you’re seventeen, you’ve been on your own for six years?”
You nod and Rebekah’s frown deepens, “That’s a long time to be alone… that must have been awful.”
“I’ve managed,” you shrug, “I went back once, a week after I had left when I got second thoughts… I found out that my father had also passed. I came across a newspaper, they believed that someone had killed my father and taken me…”
“He was killed?”
You hum, and Rebekah picks up your hair again.
“Did they ever catch his killer?”
“No… but I have a suspicion it was a vampire.”
“Why would you think that?” she asks as she finishes your braid.
“His head was nearly ripped off.”
A few days later, Klaus found you. Elijah was dealing with other matters so he wasn’t there to monitor his brother's behavior.
You were alone when he found you, in the kitchen. Baking was something that you enjoyed doing at your old home and after running away you hadn’t been able to. Elijah welcomed you to use the kitchen and bake whatever you’d like, saying he wanted to make sure you felt comfortable during your stay.
“Not too broken up about your father being murdered?”
The sudden voice causes you to jump, spilling the cup of sugar you were holding.
“You startled me,” you sigh, beginning to clean up the sugar.
“You’re easy to frighten,” in a second, Klaus is directly next to you, making you yelp, he smirks, “Now answer the question.”
“What?”
“Your father…” he practically circles you, “You think a vampire killed him? You didn’t seem too sad about it.”
“I… it was six years ago… wait, you were listening when I was talking to Rebekah?”
Klaus hums, “Six years is not that long,” he ignores your question, besides, you already knew the answer. “Well, to a vampire at least. I suppose I could buy that if your heart wasn’t racing.”
You let out a breath, “Klaus—“
“Yes yes, I know Elijah has told you to stay clear of me even if you deny it…”
“That’s not—“
“You didn’t like your father!” he exclaims, making your eyes widen, “I’ve figured it out, huh? What was so awful about the man? Do tell.”
You scowl, you knew you shouldn’t mouth off to the vampires but Klaus was testing your patience, “Not that it’s any of your business but, he… he killed my brothers.”
“Brothers? Plural? Interesting, you only mentioned one to Rebekah. You’re lying to us now?”
“I- No! I only mentioned the one that did my hair! I didn’t lie!”
“Withholding the truth then,” he smirks.
You sigh, “Elijah knows everything already, I’ve told him everything. I haven’t lied, both my brothers fell for a vampire- my father got involved…” tears begin to prick the corners of your eyes, “…he ended up killing them both… I assume the vampire- that she got away, that she killed my father… that’s why I’ve been alone.” tears begin to stain your cheeks.
You sniffle, rubbing at your eyes when the door opens. Klaus has a sheepish expression when Elijah enters the room.
“Niklaus,” he practically hisses, “What did you do?”
“Nothing! I simply asked the girl a few questions!”
Elijah narrows his eyes, “I’m sure.”
You went upstairs and stayed there for the rest of the day, trying to avoid everyone. You were deep in thought when Kol’s voice startled you.
“My brother made you cry? He does tend to have that effect on women.”
Kol chuckles, and you turn to see him leaning against the doorframe of the room Elijah has you staying in. Your eyes widen and you turn your back to him, probably not your best move considering he’s a vampire but Elijah had told you to stay away. It was bad enough that you had spoken to him earlier but at least then his siblings were around, now you truly were alone.
“Like I said darling, you needn't be scared.”
“Elijah told me not to speak with you, he wouldn’t have told me that for no reason.”
Kol scoffs, “He’s always so dramatic.”
You don’t respond and Kol sighs, “I’ll go if you want, I simply wanted to make sure Nik didn’t upset you too badly… you’re too pretty to be upset over him.”
You blush, he sounds genuine but you couldn’t trust it. You also didn’t want to upset Elijah, he was the one who was giving you a home after all. He could easily kick you out and back onto the street to fend for yourself.
“I’d just like to be left alone… please.”
You hummed mindlessly in the kitchen, swaying while you baked. It had been three months since the Mikaelsons had allowed you into their home, Elijah promised he would find you your own home soon enough but he had been so busy with other duties.
You didn’t mind, you had grown used to living in their home. Ironically, living in the house of deadly original vampires had been the safest you had ever felt. The Mikaelsons had completely changed your opinion of vampires in just a few, short months. Rebekah had become a close friend of yours, Klaus had stopped his frequent questioning and began to see you as a friend (he never apologized but you knew he felt bad when he gifted you a necklace), and Kol… well… Kol was complicated.
After he had checked on you that day, you became curious about him. Elijah’s warnings only did so much to curb your curiosity. At first you had listened, avoided Kol at all costs but there was just something about him that kept pulling you in.
You would often find your mind wandering back to him. His face, his hair, his eyes, his cheshire-like grin…
Kol was determined to get you to break your walls down, he would find you all the time, whether you were painting like Nik had taught you, braiding your hair like Rebekah, or even just laying in your bed. He would find you and you’d just chat.
You brought up Kol to Elijah once, you wanted to know what was so horrible about him because when he was with you, he was sweet. Elijah wouldn’t give you a clear answer, just reminded you that he was dangerous. You wouldn’t mention how much time you had begun to spend with Kol to Elijah, in fear of making him upset.
But he found out, just like you knew he would.
“Miss Y/N, may I speak with you?” Elijah asks as he enters the kitchen.
You turn to look at him, just having finished the dough for the cookies you were making, “Of course, Elijah.”
“I notice you have become quite close with Kol as of late.”
You gulp, looking down, feeling guilty, Elijah had asked one thing of you and you weren’t even able to do that.
“I’m sorry, I know I—“
Elijah holds up his hand to silence you, “Please.”
You let out a shaky breath and Elijah lowers his hand, “I’ve never seen my little brother care for someone like he cares for you… especially after such a short amount of time. You… you’re good for him. He’s changed… so no more of this sneaking around like children,” he waves his hand to gesture around.
Your face flushes, “Oh we’re not… we’re just… we’re not together…”
Elijah smirks, giving you a knowing look, “I never said anything about a relationship.”
1871
New Orleans
“What are you reading?” Kol asks as he drops onto the couch, sitting next to you.
“Frankenstein,” you hum, not bothering to look up from the book, turning a page.
Kol nods, “I’ve heard of that one…”
You two sit in silence for a moment before Kol sighs dramatically. You close your eyes, composing yourself when Kol sighs again. You mark your page and close the book, finally turning to look at him.
“What Kol?”
He shrugs, “I’m bored.”
“Bored?”
“Very.”
You sigh, “Can I at least finish my chapter before we go off to cause whatever chaos you have planned?”
Kol rolls his eyes, “Fine,” he draws out the word.
Just as you’re about to pick up the book again, Kol drops his head into your lap, laying across the couch.
You tense up immediately, “Kol. What are you doing?”
“Waiting for you to finish your chapter, darling,” he mumbles, “Your thighs are very comfortable.”
You sigh, forcing yourself to relax, it wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy his touch or him being this close, it was that it made you nervous. You were falling for Kol, you knew you were and every touch, no matter how small, made you nervous. Touching was common with Kol, you had a feeling it was how he showed affection.
It didn’t take long for you to finish your chapter, “Kol,” you say quietly but get no response.
Your brows furrow and you look closer at him in your lap, he was breathing evenly, his eyes closed. He was asleep. He looked peaceful, and if you didn’t know any better you’d say he looked innocent and angelic.
You weighed your options, you could wake him up and put distance between the two of you… or you could let him sleep, curled in your lap, while you read another chapter.
You decided on the second option and it definitely had nothing to do with the fact you wanted to keep him so close.
It was calm, everything about the moment was so domestic. You wished you could stay here forever, reading a novel while an original vampire laid asleep on you as you brushed your fingers through his hair.
Unfortunately, no nice thing could last.
The door to the compound flung open, angry footsteps filling the silence.
“Niklaus, wait a moment. Let us think about this.”
“There is nothing to think about!”
Kol tenses in your lap at the loud voices, stirring in his sleep. He sits up, forcing the sleep from his eyes.
Klaus enters the living room, glaring daggers at you. You don’t seem to pick up on his angry gaze, “Did you get it?” you ask excitedly.
You had mentioned a few weeks ago that your mother had a cookbook that contained all of your family's recipes. After she died, the book remained in the study of the boarding house. You were sad, you wanted the book back because you couldn’t remember any of the recipes and Elijah had offered to go get it for you.
You told him not to be ridiculous and that he’d have to travel the whole way to Mystic Falls to get it, he seemed to tense a bit at the name but insisted nonetheless. So you told him about the boarding house and where he would find it, Klaus insisted on accompanying him.
“Yes.” Klaus answers coldly, dropping the book onto the coffee table.
You squeal and lean forward grabbing the book, “Thankyou!” you begin to flip through it, “You have no idea how much this means to me…” you look up, trailing off when you finally notice the look on Klaus’ face.
“We found something else too,” his tone is detached as he tosses a picture onto the coffee table.
You recognized the photo instantly, it had been taken shortly after Katherine arrived in Mystic Falls. It was of you, Stefan, and Katherine. The three of you had smiles on your faces, though, it was obvious Katherine’s was fake.
“Her,” he points to Katherine.
“What?”
“Don't play dumb with me,” Klaus practically growls, “This is the vampire you mentioned?”
You gulp, nodding, “I- yes, that’s Katherine…”
“Katherine?” Elijah muses, “Is that the name she’s using now?”
You didn’t miss the subtle way that Kol slid forward on the couch, or the way he placed his hand on your thigh, attempting to hide you behind his arm, to shield you from Klaus’ fury.
“Where is she?” Klaus keeps his gaze locked onto you.
“I don’t know… I haven’t seen her since I ran from home…”
Kol squeezes your thigh to try and calm you down, to reassure you that he wouldn’t let Klaus hurt you even if he tried. You were grateful for him and Elijah, Klaus was impulsive at times, especially if he thought he was being betrayed.
After a considerable amount of time, Klaus had calmed down. He and Elijah explained the story of Katerina to you, how she had escaped her death, and how Klaus wanted her to be scared before he killed her. How he wanted her to suffer.
Just like last time, Klaus didn’t apologize, the day after you found three books on your nightstand, Pride and Prejudice, Little Women, and Les Miserables.
A few weeks had passed since the Mikaelsons found out about your history with Katherine. And you all went on with life like nothing had happened, Klaus would occasionally ask about Katherine and you would always answer his questions. Katherine was why your brothers were dead. Katherine was the reason you hated vampires. And the Mikaelsons were the reason you didn’t anymore.
“My mother used to make these when I was little… this is actually her recipe- well, my great grandmother's recipe,” you tell Kol as he watches you close the pizzelle iron.
He hums, reaching for one that’s cooling, “In all my life, I’ve never had one of these…”
Your eyes light up, “Oh! I’ve been meaning to ask you this! I know you eat my baked goods… but does human food actually taste good to you?”
Kol tilts his head, “I’ve told you numerous times, darling, you’re an excellent baker…”
“But that’s not what I asked, I wish to know if you enjoy them…”
“Your treats are delectable… as are you,” Kol flirts, leaning closer.
Your face heats up at his comment, “Flattery will get you nowhere, Kol Mikaelson.”
“No?” he raises a brow, his face just inches from yours.
“Well, maybe somewhere…” you whisper, your gaze flickers to his lips.
He smirks, “And where would that be?”
“You tell me…”
The tension between the two of you was thick, it had been for a few months now but nothing had come of it. The two of you danced around each other and your obvious feelings, Rebekah would tease you about it, often remarking on how you could do better than her brother.
Just as his lips were about to brush against yours he pulled back, “Darling…”
“Yes, Kol?”
“The iron.”
Your eyes widen and you quickly turn back to the pizzelle iron, standing up from your chair, opening it quickly, coughing a bit as the smoke hits you directly in the face. You use the tongs to toss the burnt cookies onto the cooling rack as Kol doubles over in laughter.
You glare at him, before letting out a small laugh, “You distracted me! This is your fault!”
He smirks, standing up to his full height, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you close, “I’m a distraction?”
“Yes… you are.”
He presses a kiss to your temple and hums, “Too bad you’re stuck with me…”
You pull away a bit to look up at him, “You think?”
Kol stares at you, debating internally about what to say, “I think… no, I know,” he takes a deep breath, “…that I have completely fallen in love with you, Y/N Salvatore…”
A smile appears on your face, “Well I know that I am utterly in love with you as well, Kol Mikaelson…”
He smiles before capturing your lips in a soft but passionate kiss. The arm around your waist tightens, he pulls you impossibly close and you loop your arms around his neck.
A low whistle followed by clapping causes the two of you to break apart, Kol didn’t let you get too far though, still keeping his hand on your waist.
“Took you long enough,” Klaus smirks.
You cover your face with your face with your hands, completely embarrassed but Kol just seems annoyed by the interruption.
“Is there something you need Nik?” Kol asks, rolling his eyes.
“I was just wondering what that burning smell was, wouldn’t want our lovely home to burn down. But I see now our little baker was just… preoccupied…”
“Rebekah!” Klaus shouts, causing your eyes to widen.
“Nik no!” you retort, peaking through your fingers, but you knew it was too late.
“What the bloody hell do you want now?” Rebekah asks as she walks into the room.
Klaus smirks and then gestures towards you and Kol by tilting his head. Rebekah immediately notices the hand around your waist and gasps.
“Finally! I thought you two would be dancing around each other forever!” she squeals.
“What is all this shouting about?” Elijah asks, entering the room while adjusting his cufflinks.
Kol pinches the bridge of his nose before leaning over to whisper to you, fully aware his siblings could still hear him, “It’s like they all come out of the woodwork at the most inopportune times…”
Elijah spots the cooling racks of pizzelles and makes his way over, immediately picking up one of the burnt cookies. He holds it up and raises a brow at you, waiting for an answer.
Klaus begins to cackle, speeding over to Elijah to take the charred cookie from him, “Brother, Y/N got distracted…” he points at Kol, “the distraction.”
Elijah lets out a little chuckle, clearly amused, “Yes, well, try not to get distracted in the kitchen… we eat in here.”
1872
New Orleans
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Kol holds your face in his hands.
“More than anything… I want to be with you.”
Kol chuckles, “My darling, you’re already with me, you already have me.”
He takes your hands and places them over his heart, “This dead heart belongs to you.”
You giggle a bit at his words and he smiles before frowning, “I just… I don’t want you to think you have to do this for me…”
You smile softly, “I know, but this is what I want, I promise…”
“Then it’s a good thing I’ve already had my witches make you a ring… a gorgeous ring for a gorgeous girl, my gorgeous girl…”
You giggle again and pull him in for a kiss which he quickly reciprocates. After a moment he forces himself to pull away. He scoots til his back is against the headboard then pulls you so you’re sitting with your back against his chest.
Kol brings his wrist to his mouth, fangs protruding and bites into his own flesh before holding his wrist near your mouth for you to take. Both your hands grab onto him, pulling his wrist as close to your mouth as physically possible and begin to drink from him.
He groans at the sensation and brushes some of the hair from your face, “Atta girl… that’s it… just a little more… good…”
When Kol decides you’ve had enough he pulls away, chuckling at the way you try to follow his now healing wrist, “My, my, already so bloodthirsty…”
You look up at him and pout, some of his blood dripping from your lips. He could get used to sight of you and blood, his two favorite things, together. He gives you another kiss, tasting his own blood from your mouth.
Pulling back, he sighs, “This is the part I don’t like.”
You lean up and kiss his cheek, “You’re the only one I’d trust to do this… it’s okay, my love, it’s what I want.”
Reluctantly, Kol brings his hand up to your neck, “I love you, my darling.”
“I love you… now please, kill me.”
He winces at the sound of your neck breaking, squeezing his eyes shut. He lays in your bed, holding your body, brushing the hair from your face while softly humming until you wake up.
Present Day
Mystic Falls
You stare at your daylight ring, spinning it on your finger.
“Y/N… Y/N… Y/N!” Damon snaps his fingers in front of your face to gain your attention.
You jump and look at him and then at Stefan, now noticing that Elena left.
“Are you alright?” Stefan asks, tilting his head.
“I’m fine… just… lost in thought.”
Damon’s gaze stays focused on your ring, “Is that your daylight ring?”
You hum, looking up at him and then at Stefan, before holding your hand up to show off the ring, “I know, it’s not nearly as gaudy as yours.”
Stefan chuckles but Damon narrows his eyes, “It’s not a wedding ring,” he notes.
“No…” you state but it sounds more like a question.
“So the guy can ask you to die and be forced to drink blood for the rest of eternity but he can’t get down on one knee and pop the question?”
“Damon…” Stefan sighs, they had just gotten you back and he was worried that all of Damon’s passive aggressive comments were going to drive you away again.
You scoff, “He didn’t ask me to do anything, it was my choice. I wanted this. We… we didn’t need to be married to be in love… it just wasn’t the right time for a wedding anyways…”
Stefan seems a little shocked, “You asked him to turn you?”
Before you can respond to Stefan, Damon interrupts, “This was your first boyfriend?”
“He was my first everything,” you state matter-of-factly.
Both Stefan and Damon groan in disgust at your words and the implication of them.
You roll your eyes, “Oh grow up.”
Stefan stands up, “And on that note, I’m going to school… make sure Elena’s okay…”
You fake pout, “You don’t wanna hang out with your sister after not seeing her for so long?”
“That’s not—“
You cut him off, “Relax Stef, I’m kidding. Go.”
He gives you a curt nod and heads out of the room, leaving you alone with Rose and Damon. You almost forgot Rose was here, she had been quiet ever since she had finished her speech about Klaus. Damon gives Rose a look and she nods, leaving the room.
“I thought you hated vampires,” Damon states, taking the spot on the couch where Stefan once was.
“I did… until I met him.” Them.
Damon stays quiet for a moment, his eyes soften a bit, “This guy must have been special.”
You squeeze your eyes shut, “He was… I really loved him, Damon. I really do still love him…”
Your brother sighs, scooching closer to you on the couch. He wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you to him.
“I am happy to have you back, you know… it’s just… you’re not the same kid I left behind, you’ve grown so much, to me you’re still the little girl whose hair I used to braid…”
“It’s okay, Day… I get it… I do,” you smile, using the nickname you used to call him as a child.
He ruffles your hair, “Why don’t we go out, I’ll show you around town… it’s practically the same, just modern.”
“I… uhm…” you sigh, “I’m tired to be honest, I traveled a long way to get here… and I think all the ‘excitement’ just made me even more tired…”
He nods, “Alright, I’m assuming you want your same room, you remember where it is?”
You stand up from the couch, “How could I forget?”
You leave Damon on the couch, making your way to the stairs. You take note of Rose who was standing near the kitchen doorway, she had clearly been listening to your conversation. There was no such thing as privacy with vampires.
Your room was exactly as you had left it, you could tell that no one had even entered the room in years. If you had to guess, you’d say that the last ones to enter were Klaus and Elijah— they had also retrieved your favorite teddy bear on their mission to get the cook book. There was dust floating around and cobwebs everywhere. You let out a sigh just as Damon makes his way up the stairs to you, he must have remembered the state of your room.
“No one’s been in there since…”
“I know,” you cut him off.
“We didn’t want to disturb it…”
You sigh, “Can I just… have another room for now?”
He nods and leads you down the hall to one of the guest rooms that had been maintained over the years, “I can get you extra blankets? Extra pillows?”
You shake your head, walking further into the room and sit on the bed, “This is fine.”
”Alright, well, I’ll let you sleep,” as he’s about to leave, his hand goes to the light switch to turn it off.
In a second, you’re off of the bed. You grab his hand causing him to groan in pain, you were sure you broke fingers but you didn’t care. You couldn’t let him turn off the light.
“Ow!”
You let go after a second, “I… I’m sorry…” you mumble.
“Jesus! If you didn’t want it off you could have said that!” he waves his hand around, wincing as his fingers snap themselves back into place.
You just blink at him, and he sighs, “Just get some rest.”
He reaches for the door this time, you grab it as it’s about to close and he stops, “Yeah?”
“Don’t close the door.”
Damon raises a brow, “You want the light on and the door open?”
You nod, “Please…”
“You can sleep like that?”
“It’s the only way I can sleep.”
Damon goes to open his mouth, but quickly shuts it, deciding that for once in his life he should just be quiet. He nods and leaves it at that, you let out of a sigh when goes, dropping down onto the guest bed.
You want to close your eyes but you can’t. It’s too dark.
Stefan eventually returns and finds Damon sipping on bourbon as usual.
“Our sister is strange,” Damon announces the second Stefan steps foot in the door.
Stefan sighs, “Alright, I’ll bite. What happened?”
Damon sets down his glass, “She’s upstairs, sleeping.”
“Okay?”
“With the door open, the curtains open, and the light on.”
“Damon, just leave it alone.”
The older Salvatore scoffs, “Come on Stefan, that’s weird.”
Stefan shrugs, “I didn’t say it wasn’t. I just said to leave it alone. We just got her back, literally today and if you keep pushing like you always do, you’re going to push her away. Again.”
“Don’t act like this is all on me. We both pushed her away… pushed her right into the arms of some scummy vampire and now she’s stuck like us. Well, at least it sounds like she actually got to make that choice.”
“I thought we were past that,” Stefan lets out a humourless chuckle.
“We’ll never be past that.”
“I was just joking before about you two constantly fighting…” you mumble as you walk down the stairs.
Damon smirks, “Stefan loves to bicker.”
You raise a brow, “So it’s only Stefan then?”
You swiftly make your way across the room to the bourbon and grab a glass, you turn to Damon, “May I?”
“Knock yourself out.”
Humming, you pour yourself a glass, looking at Damon over the rim of the cup, “You and Rose woke me up earlier, safe to say I’m disgusted…” This was a lie, you never fell asleep in the first place.
Damon rolls his eyes, “Now who needs to grow up?”
Stefan sighs and takes that as his que to cut in, “You sleep well? Besides that…”
You take a sip of the alcohol before responding, “Like a baby.”
Another lie, you hadn’t slept ‘like a baby’ since 1914.
1914
New Orleans
“He’ll never let us leave, he’ll never let us be happy.” Kol holds you tightly in his arms, “This is the only way…” he pulls back to hold your face in his hands, “I’ll find the diamond, my witches will do what we need, and then we will leave this place, my love. I want to show you the world, just as you wish but we can’t do that with him looming over us.”
You swallow, “I am tired of watching him hurt you… all of you.”
“And I do not want him to ever hurt you.“
Klaus had been a friend to you over the years but the one thing you disagreed on was how he handled his siblings. It broke your heart to watch any of them be daggered and put away in those wretched boxes for however long he deemed necessary. It drove a rift in between the two of you and you knew Kol was right, with how tightly of a leash Klaus kept on Kol, it was only a matter of time before Klaus saw Kol as a threat and daggered him again.
Besides, it wouldn’t be killing Nik. It would just be giving him a taste of his own medicine for once.
“Okay…”
“Okay?”
You nod and Kol lets out a small chuckle, half smiling at you, he presses his lips to yours.
Pulling back, he looks you up and down, “All you have to do is look pretty, which is an easy task for you considering you always look gorgeous.”
He takes your hand and has you do a twirl, admiring the way your dress moves as you spin, “Absolutely stunning.”
You roll your eyes, giggling as he spins you right into his arms, “Always such a charmer.”
“Only for you…” he presses a kiss to your head, “You head down to the party I’ll be right there.”
You hum, connecting your lips one last time before heading downstairs, blending into the crowd around you. Soon after, Kol would make his way downstairs, he snuck up behind you, placing his hands on your hips and whispering into your ear.
“Rebekah knows but do not fret… she’s going to help us.”
Only she wouldn’t, Rebekah ran straight to Klaus and told him everything.
All of you were currently on the stairs, posed for a family photograph. Kol had his arm wrapped securely around your waist when Klaus raised his glass, taping the side of it with a knife to attract the attention of everyone in the room. He starts by thanking those invited for attending but then makes a special toast to Rebekah.
He looks at you and Kol while speaking, “It is especially gratifying in times when treachery runs deep to know you have someone you can trust…” he turns back to face Rebekah, smiling at her, “A toast, to you, my sister.”
Kol tenses, the two of you share a look and quickly begin to make your way up the stairs. You make it to the top of the stairs before Kol does and just as he’s about to join you, Elijah speeds in front of him. Elijah grabs Kol’s arms, successfully detaining him as Klaus slowly walks up the stairs. You’re frozen in place, unsure what to do and Kol looks at you. He knows this will be the last time he sees you for a very long time so he decides to commit your features to memory. He regrets not asking you for a dance earlier.
“Ladies and gentlemen! I do apologize for the disturbance! But, what’s a Mikaelson party without a little squabble…?” He reveals a silver dagger.
“Y/N run!” Kol shouts and you listen.
You rush away making Klaus sigh, looking at Rebekah over his shoulder, “Catch her,” he commands.
Kol looks at his sister, a pleading look in his eyes as he struggles in Elijah’s hold— watching her run after you, knowing that it would be near impossible for you to outrun her.
You hear Kol’s pained scream as Klaus shoves the dagger into his heart, trying to fight your tears as you run. You were outside when Rebekah caught you, slamming you into the wall.
“Bekah please…”
Her eyes scan your face, your fear, your grief, and she loosens her hold, “I have never had a true friend until you, Y/N… please… forgive me for what I am about to do.”
Rebekah takes your face in her hands, staring into your eyes and you begin to panic, knowing what is about to happen.
“You promised you’d never do that! All of you did! That you’d never take my choice away!” you fight against her.
“Look at me,” her voice becomes hypnotic and you find yourself unable to look away from her eyes, “You’re going to forget Kol, you’re going to forget that you were ever in love with him. You’ve never even heard his name. You are going to forget all about Elijah and… me. All you will know regarding the Mikaelson family is that you have to keep running from Klaus. You don’t stop, you don’t stay in one place for long, you keep running.”
Your eyes have completely glazed over, pupils dilated, “I keep running from Klaus…”
Rebekah pulls back from you, staring at you as your eyes go back to normal, “Y/N?”
“I… I’m sorry, do I know you? I… nevermind that I need to get going, I’m sorry again,” you say, walking past her before using your speed to get farther away.
Rebekah lets out a shaky breath, knowing that Klaus will not believe that you were able to outrun her. She brings her own hands to her neck and snaps it, falling to the ground.
Maybe he’d believe that.
Present Day
Mystic Falls
A few days had passed since your arrival in Mystic Falls, while everything had seemingly calmed down a bit, there was still the looming presence of Klaus.
You had been briefly involved with their plan of getting the moonstone from Katherine, you knew it wouldn’t do them any good and it was clear they were grasping at straws to try and save the doppelgängers life. After contacting him, he told you to just continue on as is so you wouldn’t raise suspicion. You had witnessed Elena’s attempt at a self-sacrifice play, which she failed at terribly due to your brother's intervention… and Elijah’s.
Damon was incredibly annoyed when he found out Elijah was still alive. And after a lot of back and forth and changing of plans, you managed to convince Damon to let you accompany him to the bar to confront Jules. You refused to be on babysitting duty with Jeremy.
You made it your mission to avoid Elijah, knowing that if you saw him you’d end up telling Klaus in fear of him interfering with their plan. You already knew that Elena and her group of friends would try to interfere but you could handle them - you had plans. Caroline was meant to be the vampire… but you had plenty of options for a vampire, maybe even your own brothers. Tyler Lockwood was a werewolf, but you needed a backup, which is the whole reason you went to the bar with Damon. You wanted to get an idea about Jules so that it would be easier to get her.
Jules was smart, she wouldn’t drink the wolfsbane and she instantly knew what you and Damon were. That wouldn’t matter, you knew when it came down to it - you’d be able to capture her with ease. You backed down from the argument, not wanting to fight in the middle of the bar but Damon didn’t. He kept pushing just like he always did.
That brought you to where you were now, back at the boarding house with Damon and Rose. The two were clearly having a moment so you decided to take a step back into the living room. Just as you do, a large wolf jumps through the window, slamming you into the ground. You hold its jaw, pushing its mouth away from you in fear of being bit.
“Damon!” you shriek, “A little help would be nice!”
Damon goes to the fireplace mantel, picking up a sword, taking a swing at the wolf. It lets out a pained sound and releases you- now going to attack Damon. Before it’s able to turn your brother into a chew toy, Rose jumps in front of him, taking the brunt of the attack. The werewolf sinks its teeth into her shoulder, infecting her with its deadly bite.
Your brother slashes the wolf once more and it takes off into the night, knowing it wouldn’t survive another hit from the blade. You let out a sigh of relief, turning to look at Damon and Rose.
“How bad is it?” Damon asks Rose, helping her off the ground to examine the bite.
“It hurts…” Rose whimpers.
You frown, already knowing what is going to happen, you knew of the false hope that she would get.
Damon’s eyes widen, “It’s healing!”
Rose tilts her head to look at her shoulder better, “Oh my God… I thought a werewolf bite was fatal!”
‘It is’ you want to say, to warn her of what is going to happen about how she’ll lose her mind. But you stay silent.
“I thought…” tears fill Rose’s eyes and Damon pulls her into his arms.
“You’re going to be okay…” he reassures her, giving you a look.
You press your lips together, nodding, leaving the room to give them their moment once more. Allowing them to live in a fantasy where Rose would be okay.
You made the decision to disappear for a few days, leaving your brothers and Elena to deal with Rose. Both of them left numerous messages on your phone.
“This is what? Call two hundred and twenty four? You’re really not going to answer them?” Klaus muses.
You sigh, shaking your head, “No. I’m not. They just want help with Rose… I don’t… I don’t want to see her like that, losing her mind… I’ve seen that happen too many times before.”
Klaus hums, “Let me guess, you’re going to ask for my blood to heal her?”
“No,” you shake your head, “She needs to die, she knows too much about you and your family, she’s a threat… besides she’s probably dead now.”
“Our family,” Klaus corrects.
You continue, ignoring him, “I just thought she’d die with a stake in her heart not from going insane.”
“Still sensitive.”
You choose to ignore his comment once again, playing the latest voicemail left by Stefan.
“Y/N, I don’t know where you are or why you left… I’m worried though… about you, about Elena… I miss you… can you please come home? Listen, Rose is dead and Damon is doing what he does best— deflecting. He’s got this new girl… Andie Star I think? I- I don’t know what happened that night, maybe you got bit too? I really hope not… Maybe you got scared… you ran… just please at least call me if you’re not going to come home… I need to know you’re okay. I love you.”
“I presume you’re going back now?”
You nod and Klaus smirks, “Excellent… I’ll be making my appearance soon.”
By time you arrived back in Mystic Falls, Elijah had been ‘dealt with’ as Damon put it. That made you anxious, you doubted they had found a white oak stake but the only alternative was a dagger, and that thought made your stomach churn.
Leaving had fractured the trust you built between your brothers, you knew it would but that was fine with you. The less you knew regarding Elijah, the better. You told them the truth, that you knew Rose was going to die - painfully and out of her mind. Damon was angry that you didn’t tell them and Stefan understood.
There was also the little fact that Katherine had been released of her compulsion. You had to admit, you were a tad anxious she’d find a way to Klaus and find out about your deal. If she ratted you out to Stefan and Damon, every part of your perfectly calculated plan would be ruined. Hopefully, Klaus would be enough to distract your brothers from you so they wouldn’t get too suspicious.
It was no secret that Niklaus Mikaelson liked making an entrance and being as you were currently not getting all the intel since they still didn’t trust you fully— Klaus decided to use one of his favorite tricks which you suggested. Body possession.
On the night of the school dance, Klaus possessed Alaric's body, revealing himself to Bonnie and Elena with dramatic flair and then he killed the Benett witch— at least that’s what you two thought.
The truth of Bonnie’s fate would be revealed on the night of the ritual when she showed up to kill Klaus with the help of Elijah.
Elijah had dug his hand into Klaus’ chest and you had no idea what to do. You couldn’t fight Elijah, that was one fight you’d certainly lose, not to mention Bonnie and all of the others being there, they’d stop you before you could lay a hand on him.
Klaus looked at you, silencing your fears with one glance before looking back to Elijah and confessing the truth, “I didn’t bury them at sea.”
His gaze flickered to you and Elijah looked to where his brother was, he hadn’t seen you in so long but still, he trusted you, so when you nod your head ever so slightly… he believes Klaus.
Two days had passed since the ritual and Klaus was now a hybrid. You had spent those two days following Elijah through the woods, cleaning up Klaus’ mess.
In fact, that’s where you currently are. It had been practically silent between the two of you, neither of you wanting to start the conversation, after all it had been nearly a hundred years. That was until you decided to open your mouth after arriving at another camp that had been ripped apart.
You move a body and scoff, “He’s not even draining them. He’s killing for sport.”
Elijah hums, “You sound shocked, you should know by now this behavior is expected of Niklaus.”
“He’s wasting perfectly good snacks,” you grumble as you throw the body to Elijah who catches it with ease.
“You’re thirsty?”
“No, Elijah, I’m annoyed,” you throw your hands up, walking closer to him, “It’s been two days since the full moon, why is he still a wolf?”
“I don’t have the answer to that.”
“Okay, well, what if he’s stuck as a wolf? Hm? Then what? We’re going to put him on a leash and have him lead us to the coffins?”
Elijah lets out a chuckle, “While that image is amusing, I’m sure he’ll be turning back soon.”
You sigh and go back to cleaning up the bodies in silence, when you’re done you both continue to follow the trail that Klaus was leaving behind, you had no doubt you’d soon run into more bodies.
“What have you been up to for the past century?” Elijah asks, walking so close that your arms brush against each other.
You come to a stop, and it takes Elijah a moment to stop and turn back, looking at you slightly confused.
“Are you serious? I was trapped, Elijah, and when I wasn’t trapped I was running from him,” you jab your finger into his chest, “from you.”
Elijah looks down at you, a frown on his face, “I haven’t been doing Niklaus’ bidding since he said he dropped all of them into the ocean… he implied that he had found you as well… that you were gone… I never did want to hurt you, Y/N.”
“Well it didn’t seem that way to me. I didn’t know that. I’ve spent the last century looking over my shoulder, not staying anywhere for more than a moment because I knew that no matter where I went, you, or him, or some minion of his would be waiting. And when I wasn’t running I was trapped… there… all alone…”
“Y/N—“
“I know what we did was unforgivable,” you say, taking a step away from him to continue following the trail and he follows, “but what he had planned for me was just cruel…”
“If it’s any consolation, none of us agreed with Niklaus’ ‘gift’.”
You let out a humorless laugh, “Is that what he called it?”
“Yes, it was intended to be given to you for your engagement… obviously you were shown sooner than intended… it was his disturbed way of welcoming you into the family officially.”
Your brows furrow, “What engagement?”
Elijah stops, seemingly realizing his mistake, “I apologize, I thought you knew… Kol…”
You stop and turn to him, “He was going to propose?” your voice breaks a bit as you will away your tears.
Elijah sighs, stopping to face you, “He had rings, new daylight rings… I do not know much of how he planned to propose, just that he planned to do it after the new year… You two had been together for so long I assume he thought it was time to ask…”
You blink a few times, before clearing your throat, “Let’s just find Klaus.”
He nods, continuing to follow the path, he can practically feel the emotions rolling off of you. Grief, sadness, anger, and even jealousy. Then there was the look on your face, the look of heartbreak. Even after all these years, he still hated to see you like this. He would always feel guilty, after all, he was the first one you met, the one who introduced you to everyone. He would forever feel at least somewhat responsible for your pain.
1869
New Orleans
It had been five years, nearly six since you ran from home, since your brothers were killed, and you were still having a hard time settling down. You found yourself in New Orleans, you loved everything about it, but there was one problem. It was hard to find work as a woman and even harder as a seventeen year old so you adapted to stealing.
You would wait by stands or alleyways and wait for the perfect target, you’d typically go for men who held their heads high as if they owned the world. Men who were so well dressed that you knew they had money to spare. Sometimes you’d even hang out near bars to find men stumbling around, too drunk to notice you taking their entire wallet.
It was late now, you were leaning against a wall when you saw him. A rather attractive man dressed in a fancy suit, you had no doubt that it had been tailor fitted to him. He begins to walk down the street, walking right past you, seemingly not noticing you. There weren’t as many people out now, normally you’d use the strangers during the day as cover but this man clearly had too much money for his good, you couldn’t pass up the opportunity.
As quietly as possible, you push yourself off the wall and follow behind him. You smirk when you see his wallet in his back pocket but just as your fingers graze what you assume is real leather, his hand snatches your wrist.
“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice was low, dangerous.
You curse yourself for being so reckless. You swallow your pride and decide to try and flirt your way out. Men with the kind of money you knew he had, always enjoyed being flirted with, it boosts their already over-inflated egos.
You giggle while leaning a bit closer, “You’re even more handsome up close…”
He chuckles, “Is that so?”
“And this suit… it fits you so well…” you brush your hand along his chest.
“That’s very flattering…” he smiles, bringing his hand up to cup yours.
Hook. Line. Sinker. You had him.
“But I know what you’re doing.”
You did not have him.
Your smile fades away and you pull back from him. This had never happened before, most of the men were too dumb to figure it out (at least until they got home and found their wallets missing), it was just your luck that you’d try and rob the only smart guy around.
“How old are you?” He looks you up and down.
You gulp, “Seventeen, sir.”
He pulls his wallet from his pocket and holds it out to you, “Take it.”
“What?”
“Take it, you want my wallet? Take it.”
With shaky hands, you reach for the wallet, it was embarrassing being caught like this but you needed the money.
“Thank you…” you trail off, realizing you hadn’t learned his name.
“Elijah Mikaelson.”
Your eyes widen at the name, you had heard of the Mikaelsons before. A rich, powerful family and there were whispers all around that they were the thing you hated most. Vampires.
He smirks at your reaction, “And you are?”
“Y/N.”
He nods and smiles but it quickly fades when he glances at his watch, “Well, Miss Y/N do try to stay safe… you never know who or what may be lurking in these streets, especially at this time of night.”
And just like that, he was gone. The next time you saw him was after the new year when he pulled a newly turned vampire off of you. You saw him a third time when this exact thing happened again, you didn’t know why but you it seemed you were practically vampire bait.
After these two incidents, Elijah decided it wasn't safe for you to be on the streets any longer and invited you to come stay with him for some time before he could find something more permanent. An idea you were not so eager about when he confirmed that he and his family were in fact, vampires. But you couldn’t pass up the offer when he was offering you an actual bed to sleep in and numerous necessities. Little did either of you know that the compound would become your permanent home.
Present Day
Mystic Falls
After your conversation you had fallen behind Elijah, walking slower to keep the distance. When he called out that he had found him, you hardly even picked up the pace.
“You’ve been busy…” Elijah remarks, leaning on a tree.
“That was… amazing.” You hear Klaus’ voice before you see him.
And when you do see him you groan, spinning around and closing your eyes, “You could have told me he was naked.”
“Did you think I was carrying around his clothes these past two days for fun?” Elijah raises a brow.
“It’s been two days?” Klaus asks, you can hear him shuffling around while getting dressed.
“Full moon came and went. You remained a wolf.” Elijah states but it’s more of a question.
“I can change at will then, that’s good to know.”
Klaus smiles and then chuckles, “I remember… every single kill.”
“Yes, we’ve been cleaning up your little mess along the way.” Elijah gestures between the two of you.
“Just like old times then.”
Elijah hums, and pushes off the tree, handing Klaus his boots, “Well, you’ve had your fun. I believe we have a bargain.”
“That’s right!” Klaus exclaims, leaning down to put on his boots, “Now what was it again? Oh yeah, wait, I remember, that’s it! You wish to be reunited with our family!”
“And you!” he shouts towards you, “You want your precious Kol back…”
You turn around, finally facing him, pleased to see that he has put his pants on. You want to say something but hold your tongue, there was a time where you weren’t afraid of him but now it felt that if you even stepped a toe out of line he’d hunt you down.
Elijah brushes off Klaus’ jacket, “You gave me your word, Niklaus.”
Klaus smiles, cheekily, “And what kind of brother would I be if I broke my bond… even if you did try and kill me.”
You sigh, and Elijah holds out Klaus’ jacket for him to put on, “I could have… but I didn’t.”
Klaus puts on his jacket and fixes the collar, “And now no one can,” he turns to face Elijah, “Relax, Elijah, all is forgiven.”
He smiles at you, “That applies to you as well, love. You have more than proved yourself loyal.”
“Where are they?” Elijah cuts in.
Klaus grins, patting his brother's arm, “You need to lighten up… I’ll bring you to them soon enough.”
He walks ahead of you and Elijah, the two of you sharing a look before you scoff and follow after the hybrid. He ends up taking you to Alaric's apartment, you feel a pit in your stomach knowing that Katherine is going to be there but you do your best to push it away.
“Look who decided to come for a visit.” Katherine gestures to Stefan as you, Klaus, and Elijah enter the apartment.
“I need your help.” Stefan states, his eyes flickering to you, wondering why the hell you’re with them, there was no way for you to know what had happened to Damon so that couldn’t be it.
Elijah shuts the door, and Stefan steps closer, “For my brother.” he then looks at you, “our brother.”
Klaus clicks his tongue, “Oh well, whatever it is, it’s going to have to wait a tick. You see, I have an obligation to my brother.” he points at Elijah. “And your sister…” he points at you.
“It requires my immediate attention.” Klaus brushes past Stefan.
You hug yourself, feeling anxious of the entire situation, it was bad enough that Katherine was here and now Stefan was too.
“You understand how important family is or you wouldn’t be here.” Elijah walks a bit closer to Stefan, “My brother gave me his word that he would reunite me with my family.”
“And so I shall.” Klaus speaks from behind Elijah, Elijah spins around to face his brother but it is too late, Klaus shoves a dagger through his heart.
You feel frozen when Elijah screams, tears begin to fill your eyes, you know what is about to come and there's no point in running because he’d just catch you. Rebekah wasn’t here this time to buy you time.
His body drops to the ground with a sickening thud, his skin completely grey and you knew you would not get the privilege of a quick death.
Klaus smiles at you and the tears begin to fall from your eyes.
“Please! I- I didn’t know about Elijah’s plan! I didn’t even know he was here! I only heard rumors! I swear! You said it yourself, Klaus- I’m loyal! I’ve proved it!”
Klaus shushes you and walks closer, your body doesn’t move, you’re rooted in your spot. He brings his hand up to hold your cheek and brushes a tear away, you shudder at the touch, letting out a sob.
“Loyal…?” Stefan questions, the floorboards creaking when he steps forward.
Klaus’ gaze immediately snaps to your brother, “Another step and I’ll rip her heart out.”
“She’s my sister-“
“All the more reason for you to stay put, Stefan.”
The two stare at each other for a moment before Stefan steps back. Klaus smirks, turning back to you. You tense up when he rests his hand on your neck, another sob wracks through your body.
“Don’t do this… I did what you asked! I found the doppelgänger! I found Elena! I called you as soon as I found her! Sure- Katherine found the werewolf but I made sure you had the backup one! And you needed the backup one! And- and using Alaric was my idea! I came up with that, it was perfect! You thought it was hilarious! I’ve helped you!”
Stefan’s brow furrows at your admission, his voice barely audible as he connects the dots, “You’re the reason he’s here… that’s… that’s why you came back to Mystic Falls to find us… not because you missed us, but because you’re helping him…”
You don’t bother to look over to your brother, you felt bad for betraying his trust, for lying to him but he could never understand, you don’t say anything, it wouldn’t matter now.
You look up at Klaus with tears staining your cheeks, “I did everything right!” your voice falls to a whisper, “Don’t make me go back there, it’s dark, Nik, I hate the dark…”
“You know, I considered you family once, I treated you as such.”
“Please Nikkie… you gave me your word…I just want him back, you promised me!”
“Oh love…” Klaus brings his hand up to brush some of the hair from your face, “You have me confused with Elijah…”
In a split second his hand falls to your neck, the sound of it snapping fills the room and he drops your body on the ground, discarding you.
Klaus turns back to Stefan who looks devastated by the news, “Don’t look so glum Stefan, you wouldn’t be the first to be tricked by your sister. She’d do anything to survive, even if it meant betraying those closest to her,” he glances at Katherine, noting the similarities.
He shakes his head, looking back at Stefan, “But that’s a story for another day…”
Klaus speeds forward, slamming Stefan into the wall, “Now… what am I going to do with you?”
Present Day
Chicago
“My sister? She knew you? All of you?”
Klaus approaches the coffins, “If you can’t handle it, don’t ask.”
Stefan looks at all of the coffins but two of them catch his attention, they’re away from the rest, almost like they’ve been isolated. One of the coffins is made of some sort of metal and they both have engravings on them that compliment each other.
Klaus notices his gaze and smirks, “I see you’ve spotted the lovers.”
“the lovers?” Stefan raises a brow.
His smirk deepens, he steps away from Rebekah’s coffin and to the others, he opens one of them, revealing a boy in clothing from the the early 1900s.
Stefan looks over the boy, completely confused he turns to Klaus who grins.
“You wouldn’t recognize him… you never had the pleasure of meeting Kol…” he brushes his hand over the engraving on the other one, “You’d recognize whose in this one though…”
Klaus could see the gears turning in Stefan’s head, his eyes widening as he pieced the puzzle together.
“My sister?” his voice breaks a bit.
Klaus laughs, “You always were quick, Ripper.”
“This is what you meant by family? You got her a coffin and a dagger? That’s family to you?”
The hybrid clicks his tongue a few times, wagging his finger, “No Stefan, I got her a coffin… I never said anything about a dagger.”
Stefan’s heart sinks at the new information, it all hit him at once, why you hated the dark, why you had to have the door open, why couldn’t stand to be in silence.
You didn’t get a century long sleep like Klaus’ siblings would, you got to lay there and rot, slowly and painfully, all alone.
“I had a witch make it, it’s spelled… only I can open it.” Klaus boasts, clearly proud of his work.
“That’s cruel, even for you.”
“Maybe so, but I must punish those who betray me accordingly.”
Klaus takes a step closer to Stefan, “You met Rebekah and I in 1920… but we did not meet by chance. I sought you out, I was looking for your sister… The girl can really run when she wants to. I was hoping you’d be able to help me find her, but you were too busy draining civilians, Ripper.”
“I wouldn’t have been helpful either way. I thought she was dead.”
“I’m aware… I thought that she’d maybe be nearby, watching, that was something she often did— check up on you and Damon. Regardless, I found her on my own in 1924.”
1924
London
Today marks four years since Rebekah’s compulsion had worn off which meant one of two things, she was dead (unlikely) or she had been daggered (very likely).
It had been four years since you remembered Kol and ten years that you had been running. You were tired, tired of running, tired of having to look over your shoulder every five seconds, tired of not having your beloved around.
Klaus was hunting you and you had done a damn good job at keeping him off of your trail, always being careful when finding a snack and making sure you were never in one place for too long.
So you decided to do the opposite, you had been in London for two weeks now, ripping through crowds of people with no remorse. You wanted Klaus to find you, you wanted him to kill you.
You’re currently in a bar full of people, well, dead people. You slaughtered everyone and now had your teeth buried in some man’s neck.
“Perhaps you’re more like Stefan than I thought.” Klaus’ voice fills the bar.
Reluctantly, you pull yourself off of the now dead, drained man. You look at Klaus with blood coating your face and staining your dress.
After staring at each other for a moment, you stand to your full height, Klaus gives you a once over before raising a brow.
“You’ve gotten sloppy, left a trail of bodies a mile long leading me right to you.”
You simply stare at him and he smirks, “You wanted to be found.”
“I can’t do this anymore… not without him. I‘m tired, Nik. Please, just end it.”
Niklaus clicks his tongue, “End it?” He takes a step towards you.
“Kill me.”
Klaus laughs, “You think I want to kill you?”
Your brows furrow and you take a step back from the hybrid, Klaus snaps his fingers and two men enter the room carrying a coffin.
You take another step back, eyes widening and Klaus grins, “You can try to run but you won’t get far…”
“No… you… you can’t dagger me…”
“You’re right, daggers are such trivial things to make… you would know after all. But a lockbox that only I can open, now that’s much simpler.”
You decide to risk it, attempting to speed away but he catches you in a second, holding you up in the air by your throat.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be back with him soon enough… consider this me officially welcoming you into the family.”
Present Day
Chicago
“What was the point of letting her out just to lock her back up? To be cruel?”
Klaus shrugs, “I was bored and decided to make her a deal in 1984.”
“1984? You kept her in there for…”
“Sixty years, Stefan. She betrayed me and those were the consequences. When I woke her up we made an agreement.”
“What kind of agreement?”
“She’d find me Katherine and bring her to me. She couldn’t ever find Katherine but she found me something even better…”
“Elena…”
“Yes, the doppelgänger.”
“So she knew the truth about your curse? That you’re a hybrid?”
“She was my family once, lived with us for nearly half a century. She knows a lot more than she led you all to believe. But don’t get any ideas, she’d never tell you anything that could hurt us… she wouldn’t risk Kol or Rebekah getting caught in the crossfire… or Elijah, though I suppose she’d be alright losing me considering she attempted to do so herself.”
“Moving on!” Klaus chirps, moving back to Rebekah, “It’s time for my little sister to wake up…”
“And I knew her?” Stefan asks, looking into the now open coffin, “I don’t recognize her.”
“Well don’t tell her that,” Klaus muses, “Rebekah’s temper is worse than mine.”
He pulls the dagger out, waiting for a moment before sighing, “Any Day now, Rebekah… she’s being dramatic.”
Present Day
Mystic Falls
It had been months since Klaus had locked you away. You were a bit surprised when he came to free you, your bones creaked, skin practically gray… still, you weren’t nearly as desiccated as the last time you had been in that coffin.
He fed you blood and brushed your hair for you as if you were a doll then provided you with a white colored dress that went to your knees, it reminded you of the one Elijah had given you when you first arrived in their home.
When Klaus revealed he was hosting a dinner with Elijah for Stefan and Damon you realized what he was doing. You were a bargaining chip.
You sat in the living room, humming to yourself, waiting for them to arrive. You still felt weak from not having blood for so long and the fact you were shaking was proof of that, the little blood that Klaus had provided was not enough.
Soon enough, your brothers arrived and were let inside by Elijah, “Niklaus, our guests have arrived…”
“Damon… Stefan…” Klaus greets, standing by the head of the dining room table, “Elijah tells me you seek an audience… very bold. Let’s discuss the terms of our agreement like civilized men, shall we?” he gestures to the large table that was set for five.
“It’s better to indulge him,” Elijah states, moving past your brothers.
“I didn’t come here to eat Klaus,” Stefan narrows his eyes, taking a step down the stairs, “I didn’t want to come here at all… but… I was told I had to, because you’d hear us out.”
Klaus hums, “Well we can sit and eat… or I can reach down your throats and pull out your insides…” he takes his seat at the head of the table, “choice is yours…”
Your brothers decide it would be best to sit and eat. Once the four brothers had sat down, Klaus sat forward in his chair, dramatically placing his hands in front of him, “I almost forgot! Sweetheart!” he calls out, “You can come out now!”
That was your que to enter, walking through the doorway and making a beeline for the table, refusing to meet anyone's eyes. Elijah stands when he sees you, pulling out your chair for you and when you sit he pushes you in.
“Y/N…” Damon says quietly, it isn’t until then that you realize he hasn’t seen you since the night of the ritual.
“Damon…” you mumble in a voice so quiet that anyone without supernatural hearing wouldn’t be able to hear you.
“How are you—“ he begins but is quickly cut off by Stefan.
“She’s practically part of their freaky family, Damon, and Klaus won’t kill his family… he’ll just torture them endlessly.”
“That’s not very nice Stefan,” Klaus clicks his tongue.
You grab the glass of wine, downing it as quickly as possible. Hoping that it will not only curb your blood cravings but also make this dinner party a little more bearable. When you finish your glass, you reach for Elijah’s.
He raises a brow, shooting you an unimpressed look, “By all means, help yourself.”
You take a sip of the wine, ignoring Elijah, “Can we please get on with this dinner… I’m starved.”
“Well at least one of you is hungry… Stefan seems to have lost his appetite,” Klaus notes, nodding his head in Stefan’s direction.
Damon glances at his brother, gesturing with his fork, “Eat. I thought we agreed we’d leave the grumpy Stefan at home.”
Reluctantly, Stefan picks up his fork making Klaus smile, “That’s the spirit. Isn’t it nice? Five of us dining together? Such a treat. Is that what you had in mind when you pulled the dagger from my brother?”
Damon smiles sarcastically, “Well, I know how he felt about you, so I figured the more the merrier,” he winks playfully at Elijah.
“Well, Elijah and I have had our share of quarrels over the centuries… but we always make it through,” Klaus takes a bite of his steak.
“Kind of like you and Rebekah, right? Where is she, by the way? Last I checked, she was still daggered because you were afraid to face her,” Stefan quips, smirking over the rim of his bourbon glass.
Damon shoots a warning look at Stefan but you can’t be bothered by their conversation, you’re too focused on your bloody steak in front of you. Savoring the small amount of blood you’d get from its juices.
“If you’re referring to the fact Rebekah knows I killed our mother, I’ve already come clean to Elijah,” Klaus smiles at Elijah who has remained silent, resting his head on top of his fist.
“Hey Stef,” Damon cuts in, grabbing everyone’s attention, “remember when you killed dad? Might want to dial down on the judgement until dessert.”
You had been fighting the urge to lick the dish clean, hoping for just another drop of that delicious, bloody flavor. But Damon’s words distract you, making you look up from the plate.
“You killed dad?” you ask, looking directly at Stefan, he doesn’t verbally answer, only narrowing his eyes at you making you hum, “I always thought it was Katherine…” you fidget with your fork, pushing it across the plate.
“You want another plate, love?” Klaus asks, his tone was sickeningly sweet, he snaps his fingers and a compelled blonde girl comes running to get your plate.
She leans over you, hair falling past her neck and you could feel the veins beneath your eyes begin to ripple. The girl's eyes widened, Klaus may have compelled her to do his bidding but he never compelled away her fear.
“Y/N,” Klaus says your name in a sing-songy tone, a warning.
Your lips part at the sound of her heart pumping, the smell of the blood in her veins, and your fangs begin to descend.
“Y/N. No,” Klaus tries again, setting his fork down.
But it was too late, you were out of your chair in a split second. You wrapped your hand around the girl’s neck, slamming her into the nearby wall hard enough to crack it, your other hand holding one of her wrists. You nearly moan at the taste of fresh blood, like an animal you can’t get enough.
Removing your hand from her neck, you flatten your palm and push the tip of her chin up until it’s out of your way— effectively breaking her neck. You continue to drink, not caring as the blood stains your mouth and neck, dripping to your dress.
Klaus sighs, “One nice dinner, that’s all I ask, is that too much to ask for?”
He rises from his chair and speeds to stand behind you, “That’s enough.”
You don’t listen and Klaus decides there is only one solution to the problem he caused, snapping your neck. Your head is practically on backwards and he allows your body to fall to the ground next to the blonde, dead girl.
Damon stands up, his chair screeching but Stefan grabs his arm, dragging him back down, and Klaus clears his throat, walking back to the table as if he hadn’t just broke your neck.
Elijah sighs, excusing himself from the table, he picks up your body with ease and brings you back to the table, setting you in your seat. He twists your head so your head is facing the proper way, hoping that it’ll allow you to heal and wake sooner. The dinner would proceed as normal, other than Damon looking at your body every few seconds, it was as if nothing had happened.
When you woke, you were alone at the table and you could hear voices coming from the living room.
“Elijah… why haven’t you left?” Klaus sounds confused.
You stand up, finding your bearings.
You can hear the smugness in Elijah’s tone when he speaks, “You’ve lectured Y/N on her manners all night… but where are yours, brother? We forgot dessert.”
You take slow steps towards the living room.
“What have you done?” Klaus’ voice is panicked, he sounds betrayed.
“What have you done?” Elijah retorts, “You see, I’ve learned not to trust your vulgar promises, Klaus. We’re doing this on my terms now.”
You’ve nearly made it to the living room door way when you stop in your tracks after hearing Klaus utter a single word.
“Kol…”
“Long time brother.”
His voice, Kol’s voice. Your Kol, he was here, he was awake.
You rush to the doorway, freezing when you finally see him. Kol, he looked the same as he did on that fateful night in 1914, still wearing the same outfit. He still looked as beautiful as you remembered him to be, tears began to prick the corner of your eyes but not tears of sadness or fear, they were tears of joy.
You could see Stefan still by the fireplace where he had been burned, you could see Damon standing off to the side of Elijah, but it didn’t matter, you didn’t care about your brothers in that moment. It was as if everything around you faded away and it was just you and Kol.
“Kol…” you whisper, softly.
His gaze snaps up to find you, his eyes softening when he sees you.
“Y/N…”
Without giving it a second thought, Kol takes one of the hands restraining Klaus and uses it to snap the hybrids neck. He speeds towards you, something Damon takes note of but when he moves to get to you, to try and protect you from what he thinks is a threat; Elijah places his hand onto Damon’s chest, stopping him from moving.
You slowly bring your hands up to hold his face and he covers your hands with his, ”You’re real…” you breath out, you still couldn’t believe he was in front of you after all this time.
He smiles, chuckling a bit, “I’m real… and I’m not leaving you ever again.”
You smile, causing more tears to flow and you throw yourself into his arms, nuzzling your face into his neck, squeezing your eyes shut and welcoming the darkness that came with it because for the first time, in a century, you weren’t alone in the dark. You were with Kol, your Kol.
His arms wrap tightly around your waist, inhaling your scent that he remembers so fondly, “I missed you, my darling.”
It must have been those words that finally helped Damon connect the dots, that this was the boy, the one that changed your opinion on vampires, the one who turned you into a vampire. This was the boy you lost a century ago, the boy you’d do anything and everything to get back. Including betraying your own family.
“You’re free to go. This is family business.”
Elijah’s words made Damon realize something, you weren’t his family anymore, you hadn’t been for a long time. Maybe you never officially got married because you ran out of time but you were no longer Y/N Salvatore, you were Y/N Mikaelson. He can pinpoint the exact moment you stopped being his family and it was long before the Mikaelsons, it was when he and Stefan chose Katherine Pierce over you. That fateful night where he told you that you weren’t his family anymore.
The truth hurts and the truth was that there was no fixing your relationship with either of your brothers. The next few months would make that abundantly clear. Like when you snapped Damon’s neck after he snapped Kol’s. Or when you stood by while Kol beat Damon with an aluminum bat. And of course you stood by Rebekah when she had compelled and trapped everyone in the school. You even helped Kol slaughter all of the newly turned vampires meant for Jeremy… and you let Kol torture Damon.
So maybe you really weren’t their family anymore, maybe that’s why they wouldn’t feel as guilty about what was going to happen when Jeremy would kill Kol.
At least you wouldn’t be alone when the darkness came, you would die in the arms of your love in the middle of the Gilbert family kitchen. It didn’t matter to you that his body was still crackingly, still burning, you‘d endure the feeling of your flesh melting to his if it meant you got to hold him one last time. There would be no coming back for either of you, you knew this and accepted it. You closed your eyes and faded away into the darkness, welcoming it.
You only hoped that when you’d wake on the other side, you’d still be in Kol’s arms.
Warnings: fluff! a little spicy if you squint at it <3
Word count: 4.4k (whoopsie)
Masterlist | Jeremy’s Playlist
Tyler Lockwood really didn’t know how to throw a small party.
The mansion was packed — people spilling out into the backyard, the music thumping loud enough to feel in your chest. Fairy lights twinkled from the trees, and the bonfire crackled somewhere in the distance. It would’ve been perfect… if it wasn’t so cold.
You hadn’t exactly dressed for the weather. When you left the house, it had been warm enough for a cute top and jeans, but the night air had turned sharp, and now you were regretting everything. Hugging your arms around yourself, you tried to focus on the party — on the laughter, the music, the people dancing in the grass — but your teeth were on the verge of chattering.
“You okay?”
You looked up, and there was Jeremy, appearing at your side like he always did when you needed him. His dark hair was a little messy, his hands tucked into the front pocket of his hoodie and his eyes flicked over you with that familiar mix of concern and softness.
“Yeah,” you said, trying to play it cool even though you were visibly shivering. “Just… you know. Little cold.”
Jeremy didn’t say anything — just raised an eyebrow in that way he did when he wasn’t buying your nonsense. And then, without a word, he pulled his sweatshirt over his head and held it out to you.
“Take it.”
You blinked up at him. “Jeremy, you’ll freeze—”
“I’m not the one who’s turning into an icicle,” he teased, his eyes twinkling. “Come on. Just put it on.”
You hesitated for maybe half a second — and then the wind kicked up again, and you weren’t about to let pride keep you from warmth. You slipped the hoodie over your head, and the second it settled around you, your whole body relaxed.
It was warm. And soft. And it smelled like Jeremy — like pine and soap and something you couldn’t quite place but was undeniably him. The sleeves were so long they fell past your hands, and the hem brushed the middle of your thighs. You tugged the hood up, half to hide the fact that you were blushing and half because you didn’t want to take it off.
Jeremy watched you with a barely hidden smile. “Better?”
“Way better,” you mumbled, tugging the oversized sleeves over your fingers.
He grinned, and you noticed the way his eyes softened when they lingered on you. “Told you.”
For the rest of the night, you didn’t take it off. You stayed close to Jeremy — partly because you were warmer with him next to you, but mostly because… well, you just wanted to.
At some point, you ended up by the bonfire. Jeremy’s arm stretched along the back of the bench behind you, and when the wind kicked up again, you felt him shift closer until his shoulder brushed yours and stayed there. At some point, his hand found its way to yours inside of the hoodie sleeve, sending a rush of butterflies through your chest.
“You know,” you teased, “now you’re the one who’s gonna freeze.”
Jeremy smiled, his dimples showing. “I’ll survive.” His voice dipped softer, the firelight dancing across his face. “Besides… you look better in it than I do.”
Your face went warm, and it wasn’t from the fire. You ducked your head again. “Jeremy—”
“What?” he laughed, his knee bumping against yours. “It’s true.”
The fire crackled softly in front of you, and the night air was still cold. But with Jeremy’s hoodie wrapped around you and his hand loosely tangled with yours inside the oversized sleeve, you barely noticed.
Neither of you spoke for a while, the music from the party fading into the background. You watched the flames dance, but your mind was fixated on the way his thumb brushed lightly over your knuckles. Slow and soft. Like he didn’t even realize he was doing it.
“You’re quiet,” Jeremy said eventually, his voice low and warm. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
You smiled, though you didn’t look at him. “Just… thinking.”
“About?”
You hesitated, because how were you supposed to admit that your thoughts were mostly about him? About the way his hoodie smelled like him, the way his hand fit so perfectly around yours, the way he always noticed when you needed him without you even having to say a word.
“Nothing important,” you teased instead, glancing up at him with a little grin.
Jeremy rolled his eyes, but there was a soft curve to his lips. “Sure.” His gaze dipped down, taking in the sight of you in his sweatshirt, and his smile grew. “Y’know, you could keep it. If you want.”
Your heart skipped. “What, the hoodie?”
“Yeah.” He shrugged like it was no big deal, but there was a hint of pink dusting his cheeks. “I kinda like seeing you in it.”
You opened your mouth, but no words came out. Because what were you supposed to say to that? Your face went warm, your fingers tightening around his without thinking.
“You’re blushing,” Jeremy teased, his voice dipping lower.
“Shut up,” you muttered, tugging the hood lower over your face to hide the fact that he was absolutely right.
He laughed softly, and before you could react, his hand let go of yours just so he could tug the hood back, brushing your hair away from your face. “Don’t hide,” he murmured, his voice gentle. “I like looking at you.”
That did nothing to help the whole blushing situation.
You were sure your heart was going to beat right out of your chest. And then, because your brain apparently wasn’t fully functioning, you whispered, “You’re being awfully sweet tonight.”
Jeremy’s smile softened. “Maybe I’ve got a good reason.”
Your breath caught. “Yeah? What’s that?”
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, his fingers brushed against your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The air around you felt warmer, like the fire had crept closer, and you were suddenly very aware of how close he was.
“You should wear my stuff more often,” he said softly, his eyes flickering down to the hoodie you were practically swimming in. “Kinda like knowing you’re warm because of me.”
You were definitely not breathing anymore.
And then — because Jeremy Gilbert was apparently trying to kill you with sweetness — he pulled the sleeve of his hoodie back over your hand, his fingers brushing against yours in the process. “There,” he said softly. “All cozy now.”
You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper. “Jeremy…”
He smiled — that soft, warm, perfect smile — and his eyes searched yours like he was waiting for something. And maybe you would’ve said something, maybe you would’ve done something…
But then someone called Jeremy’s name from across the yard, and the moment broke. He sighed, his thumb brushing your hand one last time. “I should probably go see what that’s about.” You nodded, trying not to look as disappointed as you felt. But before he stood, Jeremy squeezed your hand. “Don’t go anywhere, okay?”
“Okay.”
You watched Jeremy disappear into the crowd, your heart still hammering from the way he had just looked at you, the way his fingers had lingered, the way his voice had turned soft and warm like you were the only person that mattered.
The hoodie still smelled like him. That stupid, wonderful mix of cologne and something distinctly Jeremy. You curled further into it, biting your lip to keep from smiling too much.
“Hey, you.”
The voice was familiar, slightly slurred, and way too close for comfort. You knew Matt was drunk before he even sat down next to you. He plopped down on the stone bench, his blue eyes glassy and unfocused. The scent of beer clung to him.
“Hey, Matt. What’s up?” You smiled at his state, knowing he didn’t usually get this drunk at parties. He was usually the DD. It was good for him to have some fun once in a while.
“You’re cute, you know that?” he murmured, his breath tinged with booze.
Your stomach twisted. Maybe he was having too much fun.
“Matt, you’re drunk,” you said lightly, shifting away, but his arm wrapped around the back of your shoulders lazily.
“‘M not that drunk,” he mumbled, a grin on his face.
Matt wasn’t usually like this. Sure, he could be flirty, but it was always in a friendly, harmless way. But this? The way his knee knocked against yours, the way his arm stretched out behind you, the way his words were just a little too slow and a little too bold? This wasn’t Matt.
You glanced around, hoping to see someone you knew nearby, but the party was still in full swing, and no one was paying attention. Even the couple across the fire from you were sucking faces.
“I mean it,” Matt continued, his voice dipping lower. “You look… really good.”
He reached out, tugging lightly at the sleeve of Jeremy’s hoodie. “Even in this thing. What, Gilbert let you steal his clothes now?” He smirked. “Kinda cute, actually.”
You swallowed, resisting the urge to shrink back. “Yeah, well… I was cold.”
Matt chuckled, shaking his head. “You don’t need his hoodie. I’d keep you warm if you’d asked.”
This was wrong. You weren’t scared, exactly, but you were uncomfortable. This wasn’t the Matt you knew—this was just the alcohol talking. But that didn’t make it any easier to deal with.
You tensed, every instinct telling you to leave—
And then, suddenly, Matt was gone.
You barely had time to register that Jeremy’s hand was fisted in Matt’s shirt, yanking him off the bench.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Jeremy’s voice was low but furious.
Matt stumbled, blinking up at him in hazy confusion. “Dude—what?”
Jeremy shoved him back, not hard enough to knock him down, but hard enough. “Back off.”
Matt scoffed, swaying slightly. “Relax, man, we were just—”
“No,” Jeremy’s body tensed up immediately. His jaw tightened, and his hands balled into fists, clearly trying to contain himself. His gaze hardened as he stepped forward, eyes locking with Matt's. The tension in the air thickened, and his voice cut through it like a knife when he spoke to Matt. “You’re drunk, getting in her space, and not taking the hint.” His entire body was radiating anger. “So I’ll say it again—back off.”
Matt let out an annoyed huff, throwing his hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright. Whatever.”
Jeremy didn’t move until Matt turned and disappeared into the crowd. Only then did he let out a slow breath, his hands still clenched into fists.
You were still frozen in place, heart racing—not from Matt anymore, but from Jeremy.
The look in his eyes when he turned to you wasn’t just frustration. It was something deeper. Something messy.
“You okay?” he asked, voice softer now.
You nodded slowly. “Yeah.”
Jeremy exhaled, scrubbing a hand through his hair.
“I was fine,” you attempted to reassure him.
Jeremy gave you a look, and you sighed.
“Okay, maybe not totally fine,” you admitted.
His lips pressed into a thin line. He was still pissed—you could see it in the tension in his shoulders, the way he kept flexing his fingers like he was forcing himself to relax.
And yet, beneath all of that, there was something else.
Something that made your stomach flutter.
You tugged at the sleeves of his hoodie, still wrapped around you, trying to ground yourself. Jeremy only shook his head, running a hand over his face. “C’mon,” he muttered, turning toward the edge of the property. “Let’s get out of here.”
The walk away from the party was quiet.
Jeremy still looked tense, his gaze fixed ahead, hands shoved deep into his pockets. You wondered if he was replaying what had happened—if he was still fighting the urge to go back and deck Matt for good measure.
You hesitated, then stepped closer, bumping your arm lightly against his. “You don’t have to be so mad.”
Jeremy let out a breath through his nose but stayed quiet. Your heart did a stupid little flip. You stopped walking, grabbing his wrist to stop him. “Jeremy.”
He sighed, finally looking at you, his expression softer now, but conflicted.
For a long moment, there’s nothing but silence between you two, stretching out like a wall you’re not sure how to break through. Then, his eyes met yours. There’s a softness in them; a crack in his usually guarded exterior. He opens his mouth, and his voice comes out quieter than you expected, barely above a whisper. “I don’t like seeing guys act like that with you.” The admission, so raw and unguarded, catches you off guard. It’s a side of him you didn’t expect, vulnerable and honest in a way he hadn’t been before.
Jeremy quickly looked away again, staring down at the pavement like he regretted saying anything.
Silence stretched between you.
You bit your lip, warmth curling in your chest.
“You know,” you mused, voice teasing but gentle, “for someone who keeps trying to hide his feelings, you’re really bad at it.”
Jeremy huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head.
This time, you definitely caught the faintest hint of a smile before he ducked his head, his ears just barely tinged pink.
“Just shut up and keep walking,” he muttered.
You grinned.
And you did.
The quiet walk away from the party took you back to Jeremy’s house, neither of you speaking much.
Jeremy’s hands were still shoved in his pockets, his jaw tight. But the tension between you hadn’t disappeared. If anything, it had shifted—turning into something heavier. Something unspoken.
By the time you reached the Gilbert house, the air between you was thick with it.
Jeremy pushed open the front door, stepping inside first. The house was dark and silent—Elena must not be home yet.
You hesitated in the doorway, suddenly unsure. “I should probably—”
“Stay.”
Jeremy’s voice was quiet, but firm.
Your heart skipped.
He turned to look at you, his eyes dark, his expression unreadable. “Just for a little while.”
You swallowed, stepping inside. Jeremy shut the door behind you.
The air felt different in here; warmer, heavier. Maybe it was just because the outside chill had faded. Maybe it was because your heart was racing.
Jeremy let out a long breath, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck before looking at you again. His eyes flickered down—just briefly—to where his hoodie still hung loosely on your frame.
You hugged it closer, suddenly hyper-aware of how it smelled like him.
“You want something to drink?” Jeremy asked, his voice rougher than before.
You shook your head. “I’m okay.”
Silence stretched between you again.
You knew you should say something light, something normal, to break the tension, but your brain wasn’t cooperating.
Because Jeremy was looking at you like that again.
Like he was fighting something.
Like he was dangerously close to losing.
Your pulse jumped.
Jeremy exhaled sharply and turned away, running a hand through his hair. “You shouldn’t let guys talk to you like that,” he muttered, his voice tighter than before.
“I didn’t let Matt do anything,” you pointed out, watching him carefully.
Jeremy huffed. “I know. I just…” His shoulders tensed, his hands clenching at his sides. “It pissed me off.”
You swallowed. “Yeah. I noticed.”
Jeremy let out a breath through his nose. “I don’t want guys thinking they can just—” He cut himself off, shaking his head. “I don’t want him thinking that.”
The air felt impossibly thick.
You took a cautious step closer. “Jeremy.”
He turned, eyes locking onto yours, and that was when you saw it.
The frustration, the tension, the lingering anger from earlier. But mostly, you saw how much he wanted you.
Something in your chest tightened.
You barely had time to process it before he was suddenly right in front of you, his fingers brushing the hem of his hoodie where it hung loosely over your thighs.
“Looks better on you than it does on me,” he murmured, his voice low and rough.
You let out a soft, breathless laugh, your pulse quickening. “You said that already.”
His fingers curled into the fabric, his proximity almost overwhelming. You could feel the warmth of him, the faint scent of his cologne mingling with the lingering hint of beer from the party.
His eyes flickered down to your lips.
Your breath hitched.
And then—finally—his lips were on yours.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t hesitant.
It was heat and frustration, all the pent-up feelings spilling over in an instant.
His hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer as he pressed you back against the hallway wall. You barely had time to react before he was crowding into your space, his body pressing against yours.
You tangled your fingers into the front of his shirt, pulling him closer, as his groan vibrated against your lips. His grip on your waist tightened like he was afraid to let go, his desperation evident.
Maybe he needed to prove something to himself.
Maybe he needed to prove that you were his.
Maybe he was done pretending otherwise.
Your heart hammered, and a warmth bloomed deep in your stomach as you kissed him back, eager, breathless.
Jeremy finally pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. His gaze was dark and intense, something dangerous lurking beneath the surface.
“I meant what I said,” he murmured, his voice rough.
You swallowed, your breath still unsteady. “About what?”
His grip on your waist tightened, pulling you closer.
“About not wanting other guys to think they can have you.”
A shiver ran down your spine, but you refused to look away, locking eyes with him as you bit your lip.
“And what if I don’t want them?” you teased, voice barely a whisper, daring him.
His eyes flickered, his fingers tilting your chin upward as his thumb brushed over your bottom lip.
“Then you should probably tell me who you do want,” he murmured.
Your stomach flipped, your heart thudding in your chest as you met his gaze, your voice low, barely a whisper.
“You.”
Jeremy’s eyes darken and his hands move to your waist, lifting you effortlessly. You gasp into the kiss as your feet leave the ground, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer. The motion is quick, almost instinctual, and you can't help but wrap your arms around his neck, holding on as he walks toward the stairs. His lips trail down to your jaw, kissing you in soft, heated bursts as he ascends, each step a reminder that this is real, that you’re here in his arms.
The warmth of his body against yours, the feeling of his lips moving against your skin, it makes everything else feel distant, like nothing else matters but the two of you. His lips press against your neck, and the sensation sends a shiver through your spine, your heart pounding in your chest.
By the time you reach the top of the stairs, his lips are back on yours, hungry but still gentle. He turns and kicks the door open to his room with his foot, never breaking the kiss. You feel the soft cotton of his hoodie wrap around you more securely as he carries you over the threshold and toward his bed.
As he reaches the edge of the bed, he gently lowers you onto the soft blankets, his lips lingering against yours for just a moment longer before he pulls back. His hands slide to your waist, making sure you're settled comfortably. The bed creaks slightly under your weight, but you hardly notice, lost in the depth of his gaze as he looks down at you, eyes dark with desire, but softened by something tender.
He hovers above you, his thumb brushing along your cheek as he leans down and kisses you again, slower this time, savoring every moment. His voice is barely a whisper, heavy with emotion, "I’ve wanted this... you, for so long."
His hands slid under the hem of the hoodie he’d given you, brushing the bare skin of your back, sending a shiver down your spine. You barely had time to react before he was kissing you again, slower this time, more deliberate.
Like he wasn’t just proving a point anymore. He was making a promise.
Jeremy’s hands were everywhere, his lips trailing down your jaw, kissing the side of your neck as if he were trying to memorize you, claim you in the most intimate way. Every touch sent a spark through your body, every kiss deepening the hunger you felt, the desire you’d never been able to name.
“Jer,” you breathed, your voice trembling.
Jeremy pulled back slightly. His lips moved down your neck, a trail of heat in their wake, and you shivered under his touch. His hands roamed lower, brushing below the waistline of your jeans, his touch careful, testing how far you were willing to go.
The tension was unbearable, but neither of you wanted to break it.
"Jeremy," you whispered again, your voice a mix of desire and hesitation.
He pulled back slightly, his lips just a breath away from yours. His gaze was dark, his pupils dilated as if he were barely holding on. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice strained.
You met his eyes, heart pounding in your chest. “Are you?” you whispered, grinning up at him.
Something shifted in his expression—a flicker of vulnerability—you both knew there was no turning back.
"Yeah," he breathed, his hands pulling you closer. "I’m sure."
You didn’t want to stop.
The world around you faded away as your lips met his again, desperate, fervent, as if this was the only thing that mattered. The kiss is deeper, pulling you closer as his tongue gently brushes against your lips. You don’t hesitate to respond, your breath mingling with his as his kiss grows more insistent, coaxing you into the moment. His tongue moves slowly, carefully, exploring.
The air between you is thick with desire, charged with something neither of you wanted to deny. Slowly, his shirt tugged up and was pulled over his head, and you could feel the warmth of his chest press against you. He pulled away slightly, his breath heavy as he looked at you—his lips swollen from the intensity of your kiss.
His hands slide up your back, this time pushing the hoodie off your shoulders, and it falls to the floor without either of you acknowledging it. His lips moved back down your neck, each kiss leaving a mark, a promise that you would both carry with you.
"God, you're killing me," Jeremy murmured, his voice strained with barely restrained desire.
Your heart thundered, and you leaned forward, capturing his lips with your own, placing your hands on both sides of his face.
You could feel the intensity building, each movement more frantic as you tried to pull him closer, your fingers trailing down his chest. Jeremy’s hands roamed lower, his touch teasing, brushing against the waistband of your jeans before his lips moved to your collarbone, kissing with intent, leaving marks.
But then—
You both froze.
The sound of the front door closing downstairs reached you, followed by the muffled sound of voices.
Jeremy tensed immediately, his breath catching in his throat. You pulled back slightly, eyes darting to the door as the voices filtered up the stairs.
“Do you hear that?” Jeremy muttered, his voice thick with frustration.
You nodded, feeling the pressure of the moment slip through your fingers. His hands slowly dropped from your waist, and the tension between you thickened.
“My sister’s home,” he murmured, his voice tight. “I don’t—” He didn’t finish the sentence, but you could feel his hesitation, his conflict.
You stayed silent for a beat, just staring at him, chest still rising and falling with every breath. His gaze flickered between you and the door, but he didn’t move closer. He stayed a respectful distance away, the space between you now thick with unspoken words.
“I don’t want this to end,” you whispered, your hand brushing his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath your fingertips.
He glanced down at your hand, then back up at you. “Me either,” he confessed, his voice soft but rough.
But the distance between you both lingered, the moment shifting as reality encroached once again. You smiled softly, your fingers brushing his jaw as you locked eyes with him.
Jeremy let out a frustrated sigh, resting his forehead against yours for a second before reluctantly pulling away. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his hands still gripping your waist like he wasn't ready to let go.
You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the lingering ache of want as you tried to sit up. "I should probably go," you murmured, voice barely above a whisper.
Jeremy's hand caught yours before you could move. "Wait," he said softly, his fingers tightening around yours. His eyes, still dark with unspoken emotions, searched yours. "Stay. Just for a little while."
You hesitated, heart hammering as you looked at him. His shirt was still off, his hair messily tousled from your hands, lips swollen from your kisses. But beneath all of that, there was something deeper in his gaze, something raw, pleading.
Wordlessly, you nodded.
Jeremy exhaled, as if relieved, and gently pulled you back onto the bed. He wrapped an arm around you, tucking you close against him, his bare skin warm against yours. His heartbeat was steady now, a comforting rhythm beneath your palm as your fingers traced lazy circles over his chest.
Neither of you spoke. You didn’t need to.
His fingers skimmed up and down your back, slow and soothing, as your body relaxed against him. The tension from before still lingered in the air, but now it was softer, quieter. You felt the weight of his arm drape over your waist, pulling you just a little closer.
Eventually, your breathing evened out, your body melting into his warmth. Jeremy felt it happen, the moment you gave in, the way your grip on him loosened as sleep took over.
He didn’t move, didn’t dare disturb the moment.
Instead, he pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the top of your head, holding you just a little tighter.
"Just for a little while," he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath.
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going on your first date with the tvdu men would include
damon salvatore
• damon would likely choose a secluded and romantic location, perhaps the mystic grill for a drink, followed by a surprise trip to a hidden spot in the woods or a beautiful clearing with a view of the stars.
• he would pick you up in his blue convertible, making the journey to your date part of the experience, complete with playful banter and a perfectly curated playlist.
• expect witty and flirty conversation. we all know damon LOVES to tease, but he’d also be surprisingly attentive, showing genuine interest in getting to know you better.
• he’d most likely choose your drink for you, something you’d end up loving, showcasing his impeccable taste. if the date involves food, he’d make sure it’s something special, perhaps even cooking for you at his house.
• if the moment felt right, damon will suggest dancing. whether it’s a slow dance in the woods under the stars or a playful dance at the grill, he’d make it unforgettable.
• at the end of the date, damon would walk you to your door. his goodbye would be lingering, leaving you eager for the next time you see him. he’d probably leave you with a teasing comment or a promise of more to come.
elijah mikaelson
• elijah would choose an elegant and sophisticated location, a high-end restaurant with a stunning view or a private, luxurious setting that exudes old school harm.
• he’d OBVIOUSLY show up dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, reflecting his refined and timeless style. every detail of his appearance would be perfect, from his cufflinks to his neatly styled hair.
• elijah would send a classic car to pick you up, or he would arrive himself, ready to escort you to your date with utmost courtesy.
• elijah would be genuinely interested in your thoughts, opinions, and experiences. he’d share fascinating stories from his centuries-long life, offering glimpses into his past while keeping an air of mystery.
• elijah is the epitome of a gentleman. he’d hold doors open for you, help you with your coat, and ensure you feel cherished and respected throughout the evening.
• he would bring you a thoughtful gift, such as a bouquet of rare flowers or a book that he thinks you’d love, showing his attention to detail and consideration.
• elijah would choose the finest cuisine and wine, making sure everything is of the highest quality. he’d ensure the meal is a culinary experience, with each course carefully selected to delight your palate.
• he would engage you in conversations about art, history, literature, and culture, revealing his vast knowledge and passion for these subjects.
• while elijah is a perfect gentleman, there’s always an underlying sense of his power and ability to protect you. you’d feel safe and secure in his presence, knowing he’d go to great lengths to ensure your well-being.
• at the end of the date, elijah would walk you to your door, ensuring you’re safely home. his goodbye would be tender and sincere, perhaps with a gentle kiss on your hand or a soft brush of his lips against your cheek, leaving you enchanted and eager for the next time you meet.
kol mikaelson
• kol would choose a fun and unpredictable location for your date. this could range from a vibrant bar in the french quarter, to a late-night carnival, or even a spontaneous adventure like breaking into an abandoned mansion for some exploring.
• kol would either show up in a flashy car or decide to take you for a walk through the lively streets of new orleans, there’s no in between.
• kol is all about living in the moment. he might suggest impromptu activities, like dancing in the street to a nearby musician’s tunes or trying some exotic food from a street vendor.
• there’s always a touch of mischief with kol. he might pull a harmless prank or engage in a bit of friendly competition, such as challenging you to a game of pool or darts at a local bar.
• kol wouldn’t hide his vampire nature; instead, he’d use it to impress you. he’d show off his speed, strength, and compel the bartender to give you both free drinks.
• the date would be filled with energy and excitement. kol’s enthusiasm is contagious, and he’d ensure you’re constantly entertained and engaged, never a dull moment.
• at the end of the date, kol would walk you home, making sure you’re safely inside. his goodbye would be flirty and full of promise, perhaps with a lingering kiss or a playful comment about your next adventure together.
jeremy gilbert
• jeremy would choose a casual and comfortable location, like a cozy café, a local diner, or a peaceful spot by the lake for a picnic.
• jeremy is a good listener and would be interested in learning about your passions, dreams, and experiences.
• jeremy would suggest doing something fun and interactive, like visiting an arcade, going for a hike, or even attending a local concert. he’d want to create a memorable experience that’s enjoyable for both of you.
• jeremy’s an artist so he might even take you to a local art gallery, or he could even bring his sketchbook and show you some of his sketches (they’re honestly probably all sketches of you).
• jeremy would choose a place with good, hearty food— nothing too fancy, but something that feels comforting and satisfying. if you’re having a picnic, he’d pack a basket with some of his favorite snacks and drinks.
• he also loves being outdoors, so he might take you to a beautiful, secluded spot in nature.
• at the end of the date, jeremy would walk you to your door and make sure you’re safely inside. his goodbye would be sweet and sincere, leaving you feeling cared for and excited for the next time you see him.
malachai "kai" parker
• kai would choose an unconventional and adventurous location. this could range from exploring an old, abandoned building to a spontaneous road trip to a nearby town. he loves to keep things exciting and unpredictable.
• there’s always a sense of mischief with kai. he would definitely suggest something dangerous or illegal, like sneaking into a restricted area or trying out a thrilling activity. he enjoys pushing boundaries and seeing how far you’re willing to go.
• kai wouldn’t shy away from using his magic. he might perform small, impressive spells to amuse you or use his powers to enhance the date, like creating a magical light show or conjuring up something special.
• kai would take you to a unique, offbeat restaurant or café, somewhere with a cool vibe and interesting menu. he’d make sure the experience is memorable and out of the ordinary.
• at the end of the date, kai would walk you to your door with a mix of playful charm and genuine interest. his goodbye would be intriguing and magnetic, perhaps with a lingering touch or a cryptic comment that leaves you wanting more.
niklaus "klaus" mikaelson
• klaus would choose a sophisticated and exclusive location, like a private rooftop dinner with a stunning view of the city, a hidden garden, or a historic site. he loves grandeur and would want to impress you with a memorable setting.
• klaus would pick you up in a luxurious car, ensuring you travel in comfort and style. the journey would be smooth and filled with engaging conversation, making you feel at ease and intrigued.
• klaus is well-read and knowledgeable, and he’d be genuinely interested in your thoughts and experiences. he’d share fascinating stories from his long life, providing glimpses into his complex personality.
• klaus is a master of romantic gestures. he’d bring you a bouquet of rare flowers, arrange for a talented musician to play a private concert, or surprise you with a beautifully handwritten note expressing his admiration.
• klaus has a deep appreciation for art and culture. he might take you to an art gallery, a classical music concert, or even show you some of his own artwork. he’d love to share his passions with you and see your reactions.
• klaus has a penetrating gaze that can make you feel like the only person in the world. throughout the date, he’d often lock eyes with you, never looking away until you do.
• his protective nature would be evident. he’d ensure you feel safe and cared for at all times, subtly asserting his strength and willingness to defend you if needed.
• klaus is a gentleman at heart. he’d open doors for you, pull out your chair, and be attentive to your needs, ensuring you feel respected and cherished.
• at the end of the date, klaus would walk you to your door. his goodbye would be lingering and filled with promise, perhaps with a gentle kiss on your hand or a soft brush of his lips against yours, leaving you yearning for more.
stefan salvatore
• stefan would choose a charming, low-key location for your first date. this might be a quaint café, a scenic park, or a cozy restaurant with a relaxed atmosphere where you can talk and connect.
• he’d pick you up in his car, making sure the ride is pleasant and comfortable. he might even play a soft playlist to set a relaxed mood.
• stefan is thoughtful and would likely bring a small, meaningful gift, like a single flower or a favorite book he thinks you’d enjoy. he values the little things that show he’s paying attention.
• stefan would plan a thoughtful activity, such as a stroll through a picturesque park, a visit to a local art exhibit, or a casual outing to a farmers' market, where you can explore and talk.
• he’d pay close attention to your preferences and needs, ensuring you’re comfortable and having a good time. if you mention a favorite food or drink, he’d remember and include it in the date.
• stefan’s demeanor is kind and respectful. he’d open doors for you, offer his arm while walking, and be attentive without being overwhelming, showing his genuine respect and care.
• rather than grand gestures, stefan plan a quiet moment to watch the sunset together or find a peaceful spot where you can talk privately.
• at the end of the date, stefan would walk you to your doorstep. his goodbye would be heartfelt, leaving you with a feeling of warmth and anticipation for the next time you see him.
you and jeremy both had your own set of trauma, which you both relieved by getting high on the roof together. was it the best way to deal with the shitty hand life had delt you? not at all. but for two kids in high school and no real support system? you did what you could.
you look at jeremy, noticing his glossed over eyes, which were tinted pink in the corners, joint between his fingers.
his phone buzzed in his pocket and he took it out to glance at it. once he saw who was calling, he groaned. “she’s always on my case about this shit,” he muttered. you already knew it was his older sister, elena.
you rolled your eyes and grabbed the phone, setting it to the side. “let it ring,” you muttered before taking the joint and inhaling a drag, making him look at you. he stared at you for a moment, taking in your high expression as you exhaled, the smoke escaping your mouth in little swirls, something elena would never approve of. something she doesn’t approve of. you understood each other more than anyone else.
he finally sighed and averted his eyes to the sky, gaze scanning over the stars. you finally broke the silence. “you know you don’t have to answer to her every beck and call, right?”
he looked at you and chuckled. “i know, but.. she’s the only family i have left.” you knew it was a touchy topic, it was for you as well. so you just grabbed the joint and looked forward again. jeremy started fidgeting, and you leaned your head against the wall of the roof behind you, closing your eyes and letting the high take over as you blew a stream of smoke into the night air. jeremy just let you be for a bit, knowing you needed it.
eventually, the high kicked in, making him seek contact. you both got clingy when high. his hand reached over to cover yours, and you opened your eyes to glance at him. you looked to where his skin covered yours before meeting your eyes again. he caught your gaze and slowly intwined his fingers with yours, rubbing a thumb over the back of your hand.
you blew out a breath, resting your head on his shoulder and taking another hit. you’d needed the touch just as bad as he did. his arm wrapped around your waist on instinct, the contact routine by now. he took the joint from your other hand to take his own drag.
there was a comfortable silence before his phone started to ring again.
he reached over and saw that it was elena again. you groaned. “just silence your phone, jere.”
he let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “you think?” he said before pocketing it. he turned back to you, resting his hand that had been in yours on your knee and rubbing circles on it. “I swear she’s got a sixth sense for when i’m up here with you. some damn radar for ‘jeremy’s stoned off his ass again.’” you snorted and shook your head, leaning further into him.
he tightened his grip on you just slightly. you take another hit, the exhale of smoke hitting the skin on his neck. he take another hit from the joint. the high was settling in now, and his free hand traced mindless shapes against your back. he was in the stage of his high where he just wanted to touch and be touched.
“do you think it’s ever gonna stop?” you finally said.
he knew what you meant. the endless cycle of pain and trauma that always seems to follow you two. “i don’t know,” he admitted. “it just feels like we’re stuck in this whole thing sometimes. like some never-ending nightmare.” he shifted and pulled you a little closer. “but at least we have each other, right?”
you nodded and sighed a “yeah” before taking the joint and pulling a long drag from it.
he watched you before muttering, “fuck, we really are messed up.”
there was another moment of silence before you tried to lighten up the situation. “at least you got the good stuff this time.”
a small chuckle escaped his throat. “yeah, i manage to score some good shit this time. that’s just a small win in a sea of bullshit though.”
“still a win,” you said quietly, holding up the joint.
“can’t argue with that,” he muttered. he grabbed the joint and took another hit from it. “this is nice,” he finally murmured, closing his eyes.
“mhm,” you hum in agreement, taking another puff yourself.
he sighed. “you know… i don’t think anyone else gets us. the shit that drives us to get high like this, everything we’ve been through…”
“probably not,” you replied, grabbing the hand on your knee and intwining it in yours again, going back to tracing patterns on it. his gaze drifted from your hand to your face. he studied the way your eyes drooped with a slightly blissed out, lazy expression. he couldn’t help the way his body reacted to your touch, especially combined with the high. he pulled you closer so your body was practically pressed against his.
he dropped his head to the crook of your neck. “you’re so pretty,” he mumbled against your skin. you hummed in response, the vibration of it filtering against his lips, a jolt being sent through his body at the sensation. his inhibition lowered enough for him to start leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, his hand on your back moving to your hip and gripping it.
you hummed again, biting your lip. this wasn’t the first time that things had turned heated between you two. that was just another thing elena didn’t need to know about.
his lips continued to explore the skin of your neck, nipping and sucking at the flesh gently. the little noises that left your lips only egged him on. his hand on your hip slid under your shirt, making a shiver trail up your spine. “you drive me insane, you know that?” he muttered against the wet skin.
his hand on your hip slid back to your spine, shifting you to straddle his lap as he stubbed the joint out on the roof, his eyes flicking over your half-lidded ones. he groaned slightly at the contact, his hands finding your hips to hold you in place.
your eyes darkened slightly, and you lowered your head to the crook of his neck, pressing kisses there. another groan escaped his lips and he pulled you down against him even harder. his breathing got heavier and he grumbled out a low, “fuck.”
jeremy’s hands tightened on your hips, so tight it was almost painful, but the line between pleasure and pain was blurred by the high. his voice was rough and desperate when he breathed out, “don’t stop.”
he could feel his jeans tightening when you started kissing lower down his body, your hand coming up to rest on the side of his neck. the air between you burned hotter, and he pulled you closer, the familiar heat stirring deep in his core.
“your mouth feels so good on me,” he murmured, the words making you shiver. “please, don’t stop.”
you smirked against his skin. “i’m barely even touching you yet,” you’d said, letting your voice vibrate through his body.
he let out another strangled noise, though he knew you were right. he found the situation a little pathetic, but he didn’t care much at the moment. “just.. do something already,” he pleaded, the desire and weed fogging his mind.
you chuckled before undoing the button of his jeans. his hips jerked into your touch involuntarily as you worked at a teasingly slow pace. a few more pleas left his lips before you finally brought his pants down. you started to work his boxers down soon after, his cock springing out. he let out a gasp, his fingers digging into your skin. everything was turning him on, the way you touched him like it was the most natural thing in the world, the way you sat on top of his lap like it was your throne.
your hand finally wrapped around his length, thumb spreading precum on his glistening tip. his hips jerked up into your touch with a moan. his chest rose and fell rapidly, pleasure coiled tight in his stomach. the slow drag of your thumb against the top of his dick had him seeing stars as he leaned his head back. too much and not enough at the same time.
your hand started to pump him faster, your head leaning up to kiss him. his lips crashed into yours, desperate and messy. “don’t stop,” he repeated breathily against your lips. your lips left his to trial over his jaw, and his hand slipped back under your shirt as he tilted his head, offering himself to you like a weakness.
you felt your core grow slick with every stroke you watched your hand give him, every tightening of his skin, but you were only focused on his pleasure at the moment, on making him feel good. even when you shifted in his lap, which he groaned at. “fuck,” he muttered, hips bucking up again to chase the friction.
you sped up, making him whine again, your name coming from him lips in a strangled breath. he was already close, basically panting just from your touch.
“there ya go, let me hear you,” you breathed, egging him on even further. he let out another noise.
“please—“
“please what?” you said, cutting him off.
he was already so close to spilling out over your hand, but now you were making him say it? “i need to come,” he said, nails biting into your skin as if he could physically pull his release from you.
you nipped at the skin under his ear. “let go, baby,” you whispered into it. that was his breaking point. he let out a cry of pleasure, arching up into your hand as he spilled over, coming hard. his cum spilled between your fingers, and you rode out his high, continuing to move your hand up and down his shaft.
he finally finished and you slowed down before he collapsed against you bonelessly, his sweat-damp forehead pressing against the skin of your shoulder, and he panted a hot whisper of a curse into your skin that was more of a prayer.
“that’s it. you’re okay, baby,” you praised into his ear, hand carding through his hair. “you did so good.”
he leaned into your touch, but he still managed to say, “your fault.”
you smirked. “my fault for what, exactly?”
“for making me come undone like some amateur,” he breathed into the crook of your neck. “worth it though.”
you hummed in response, but your hips twitched again, still seeking release, the heat in your stomach still not fully satisfied yet.
jeremy felt the shift, the way your body twitched and your hips rolled against his grip. he lifted his head and met your gaze, eyes darkening. “oh,” he rasped. one hand slid to palm at the curve of your waist, the other trailing lower, teasingly close to where you wanted him most. a smirk started to appear across his lips. “did you think i would leave you hanging?”
your breath hitched. “i was trying to focus on you.”
he hummed, his fingers moving to trace patterns over the damp fabric of your pants, making you gasp and twitch against him. he could sense your need like a tangible thing. “well, i appreciate the gesture, but it’s your turn now, babe,” he rasped, voice rough in the way that left you weak in the knees. his hand paused at the button of your jeans. “may i…?”
you swallowed and nodded, breath picking up. he slowly flicked open the button before unzipping them and sliding them down torturously slow. “lift your hips,” he murmured, which you did. when he pulled the fabric down with your underwear, the sight of your drenched folds almost made him come undone again.
he exhaled at the view and cursed before a hand finally slid between your thighs. you whimpered and his hand pressed hard against where you wanted him most as his calloused thumb rubbed circles over your clit, working in rough circles. he groaned at how wet you were for him. “you’re so damn beautiful like this,” he breathed. you gasped, gripping his shoulders and leaning into his touch.
your noises went straight to his gut, feeling your nails making marks against the skin of his back, he was still so sensitive from his own orgasm. he pressed his forehead against yours and breathed, “does that feel good, babe?” his teeth nipped at your earlobe, breath fanning against your skin.
“jere,” you moaned, making his breath hitch.
“say my name like that again. please,” he whispered. “keep saying my name like that.” his fingers sped up as his form of encouragement.
you grinded further into him at that. “Jere, just touch me already,” you said breathily. when you begged, he snapped, sliding a finger into your dripping cunt. you moaned his name again, making his hips jerk up, his pace almost punishing now. he added a second finger, hitting that sweet spot deep inside your heat that had you both seeing stars.
you moaned, walls fluttering against his fingers. his eyes became hazy with lust, fingers working harder than they should be able to when he saw how your legs shook against his thighs. “come on, baby,” he murmured, lips ghosting over your jaw, your neck. “let go for me baby, i’ve got you,” he praised. you clenched around him, making him mumble out, “just like that.” his words were thick in his throat, growing needy again at the sight of you so eager for him.
he pushed against your g-spot one more time, and you finally spilt over the edge, orgasm gushing around his fingers as he groaned at the sight, curling his fingers just right to ride it out. “fuck, that’s it.” his voice was rough as he watched your arousal spill over his skin. “that’s my girl, take what you need.”
you moaned and grinded down further against his fingers, chasing the high. he groaned again as you chased the friction like a woman possessed, praising you even further as you clenched around him. “that’s it. yeah, you feel so fucking good, just taking me like this.”
the liquid stopped spilling out of you, and you both finally calmed down, his fingers slowly before pulling out of you, making you inhale, and he let out a slow breath as he rested his forehead against yours. “holy shit,” he breathed, eyes half-lidded and dazed, mirroring yours. he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “you okay?” he asked, and you nodded.
because with him? the answer was yes. always yes. and even if just for a moment? elena, mystic falls, and everything else was the last thing on your mind.
synopsis: You loved Stefan. Why else would date him and stay by his side for years? But even if both of you were vampires (and you were the more dominant in bed), you loved pushing his buttons. And loved the monster he kept on a tight leash.
WARNING:
18+ SMUT AHEAD
Everyone in Mystic Falls assumed you were the one in charge between you and Stefan. You were louder, brasher, and quicker to grab what you wanted. You didn’t hide the fact that you were the one who usually pressed Stefan against the wall, who left him trembling from your bite. The town whispered about the two of you, but the verdict was always the same.
You’re the top and Stefan’s the pretty bottom who let you have your way.
Which was true.
Most of the time.
That’s exactly why you loved pushing him. Because nothing was sweeter than when Stefan’s self control cracked, and he showed you just how dangerous he could be.
Tonight, you’d been insufferable on purpose. Ignoring his advice on hunting, spending unnecessary time with Damon , even taunting him about how restrained he was. By the time the two of you were alone, Stefan’s patience had evaporated.
“Enough.” he snapped, slamming you against the wall with speed, his forearm pressed to your chest. His green eyes were now black with veins snaking under them. You smirked, fangs sliding down in challenge.
“What’s wrong, babe? Finally gonna admit I get under your skin?”
Stefan’s lips curled but not in amusement. “You think I don’t see what you’re doing? You want me to break. You want me to show you I can tame you.”
Your smirk grew larger. “Maybe I do.”
That was all it took. In a blur, Stefan’s hand closed around your throat, slamming you harder into the wall. His fangs grazed your jaw but didn't bite. “You forget,” Stefan growled, pressing a thigh between yours, “I’m not some human you can toy with. I can put you on your knees before you even think to blink.”
Your instincts roared to fight back, but, God, the look in his eyes, the raw claiming in his voice, had you standing still. “Do it then. Show me what happens when you actually grow a spine.”
Stefan didn’t hesitate.
His hand tightened just enough to make your breath catch. You could feel every flex of muscle, every pulse of hunger trembling through him.
“On your knees.” he ordered, voice low and ruined.
However, you didn’t move an inch. So Stefan forced you on your knees. “There we go. Was wondering when the real you would show up.”
Stefan yanked your head back by your hair and kissed you. Hard, sloppy, fangs dragging your lower lip until you tasted blood. His bloodlust hit like fire, his hand sliding to the back of your neck as he shoved you further between his thighs.
“No talking,” he growled. “You’ve done enough of that tonight.”
Your laugh vibrated against his skin, and he groaned, irritation and desire tangled into something explosive. Taking pity on him, you unbuttoned his jeans and dragged them down his legs, your tongue trailing down the inside of his thigh. Stefan’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening in your hair as you nipped at the muscle there, close but not where he wanted.
“You’re still testing me. Even now.”
You looked up at him from your knees, lips parted, pupils blown wide. “Maybe I like seeing how long it takes before you break.”
Stefan pulled your head back, making your spine make an exquisite arch. “Open.” and you did.
His other hand cupped your jaw, thumb stroking once, before he guided your mouth onto his dick. The first sound he made was a groan, something deep and involuntary, his hips jerking despite his effort to stay composed. Your hands slid up his thighs. You hollowed your cheeks, took him deeper, and Stefan’s head dropped back, eyes fluttering shut.
“Fuck—” He caught himself, jaw tightening as he forced his gaze back down to you, watching every movement. “God, you look so—”
You smirked (or at least tried), but it seemed Stefan got the message as he let out a growl that vibrated through the room. Grabbing your hair, he thrust into your mouth with the kind of pace that said you started the fire and he was going to burn you with it.
Your eyes watered. Your nails dug into his hips. You moaned around him and he shuddered. Just when the tension in his grip shifted, just when you felt the tremor that meant he was close, Stefan yanked you up by your hair, dragging you to your feet and threw you onto the bed.
You bounced, breath knocking out of your chest, and barely had a second to compose yourself before he was on top of you, lips crashing into yours.
"You want me to grow a spine?" He whispered, ripping your shirt in half like it was tissue before doing the same to your pants and underwear. "You'll beg for mercy before I'm done."
He grabbed your hips and dragged you flush against him, your back arching instinctively. His claws of restraint were gone. Every muscle in his body was coiled, trembling with the effort not to simply tear you apart with hunger and want.
You laughed. Breathless, dizzy and already half gone.
“I’d like to see you try—”
He thrust into you in one sharp, overwhelming push that stole the rest of the sentence from your lungs. Your head fell back, mouth open, a broken sound caught in your throat.
“Still talking,” Stefan snarled, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand like it required no effort at all. “Still running your mouth.”
You clenched around him, voice wrecked. “You—love—it.”
His eyes went black. “I love shutting you up.”
He snapped his hips forward and you swore the world went white at the edges. Stefan wasn’t gentle not even close. He drove into you with the kind of rhythm that said he had held back for weeks, letting you push and tease and needle him just to see how far you’d go.
Now you knew.
Your back scraped the sheets with each thrust, your legs locking around his hips, pulling him deeper. Your fangs grazed his shoulder in a wild attempt to ground yourself. “Look at you. Falling apart because I’m finally giving you what you fucking wanted.”
You tugged at his trapped hand, desperate to touch him. “Stefan—”
“Beg.”
Your body reacted before your pride did. Hips rolling up to meet him, back arching, breath shaking apart into a helpless moan. He leaned down, forehead pressing to yours, his lips brushing your mouth but not kissing.
“Say it. Say you want me. Say you need me. Say I’m the one who breaks you.”
The words lodged in your throat. Not because they weren’t true, but because they were. And Stefan knew it. Your voice came out rough, trembling, no arrogance left to hide behind.
“Stefan, please.”
His expression changed. Something bright and devastating flashed across his face. “There he is,” Stefan whispered. “My beautiful ruin.”
Then he bit.
His fangs sank into your neck and your body shattered around him. You came with a gasp that sounded like surrender and victory all at once, your fingers clawing at his back, holding him in as he pinned you down and fucked you through the aftermath.
He followed seconds later, groaning into your throat, his grip on your wrists loosening. The room fell quiet except for the sound of your breathing. And then, Stefan softened.
His lips brushed the bite mark he’d made, slow and careful. His eyes shifted back to warm green. His hand released your wrists only to lace his fingers with yours. “You okay?”
You let out a tired, dazed laugh. “There he is. My sweet boy.”
Stefan’s mouth curved, small and shy. “You push me on purpose.”
“Obviously.”
“You’re going to do it again.”
“Of course.”
Stefan sighed, exasperated and hopelessly in love, before putting his forehead against yours. “God help me.”
