Summary: Klaus is in desperate need of doppelgänger blood and there’s one twin left unguarded. Despite his flaws and the pain he’s caused, it’s hard not to start falling for someone who’s always there.
A dull ache weighed my head down as my eyes cracked open only to be invaded by a sharp light. A groan scratched past my throat and I attempted to lift my hand to wipe the hair from my face but I was stopped. With a shaky sigh I turned my head, the sight of my arms tied to the chair making my head spin even more.
There was no doubt that it was Klaus.
He'd been after me for centuries just because of how I looked.
Being the doppelgänger wasn't something I chose and wasn't exactly ideal. For whatever reason Stefan and Damon took to Elena more than me, they met her first and she was more interested in the whole supernatural where as I just wanted to keep away from them. Not that I avoided my friends. It didn't bother me that Caroline was a vampire or Bonnie was a witch or Tyler was a werewolf. It only bothered me when my life was in the centre of a tug of war and I was being used as a bargaining chip.
"Someones awake." His voice broke the ringing of the air. Another sound left me and my fell open in a pant for breath when his hands scooped the hair away from my face. "Poor thing." He mocked, wrapping my hair up and out of the way. The warmth of his hand pressed to my forehead and a hum left him. "That's enough, she's getting cold now." Klaus's voice announced and I became suddenly aware of the throbbing in my arm. A rush of nausea hit me and I felt my body lurch a little in a gag. "Woah, love. Not on the floor now." He scolded, his tone amused as his hands cupped my face and lifted my head to look at him.
I could feel how cold I was, my lips quivering and my skin breaking out into an uncomfortable sweat. The needle was pulled from my arm without care and I could see the way Klaus glared at whichever of his hybrids was doing it. His thumb was rubbing circles into my cheeks, generating a small amount of warmth that my body leant into without thought.
"Get her dinner ready." He commanded, letting my head drop as he stood up and walked further away. "I'll get her a bed ready."
All I could do was hope that someone would come and get me. I knew that Klaus wouldn't kill me, he was clearly collecting my blood but it was painful and inhumane and frightening. I was being handled like a doll. Untied from one chair and moved to another. My dinner wasn't food but dripped into me and I was then untied to be led out on a bed with my ankle secured to the bed. Even if the restraints weren't there, I knew that I wasn't physically strong enough to move very far with the amounts of blood he was harvesting from me but he was a paranoid creature. So much so that he had to test and redo each restraint himself as if the others couldn't do it right.
"There." Klaus would mutter to himself before pulling the duvet over my body, hiding the chain that connected me to the end. "You'll still be able to roll around a little, don't worry, love." He teased, rubbing the side of my face and frowning at the state of my hair. "We'll need to do that again." His voice mumbled, displeased. My eyes followed the crease of his skin when he frowned, it was weird seeing him quite so close. "As much as you might think of me, I don't wish for you to deteriorate. For the moment I need to get a good amount piled, after that I won't need to take so much from you very often and you'll feel better." Klaus explained whilst twirling a strand of hair.
"I'll stay here?" I asked quietly and he nodded thoughtfully.
"If you leave, it'll be too much hassle to get you back." He shrugged simply and stood again, placing a bottle of water on the night stand beside my head, "Drink, you're still hoarse."
The intense blood drawing lasted a week, having a day or so to recoup before a needle was forcing itself into my swollen and bruised skin. I'd heard the faint struggled of people I knew when they got close to where I was. Klaus would come storming in a few hours later, grabbing my chin and checking I was still me.
"For gods...how did they even get past the gates?" He'd yell, the words bouncing off the walls and shaking my head. Some poor hybrid would try plead their case and ultimately end up without a head which would increase the demand for blood to make more only for the same mistakes to happen.
It was only when I couldn't form words or move that he finally stopped. I had my drip beside my bed and my head against his lap.
"Once they learn, I won't need so much." Klaus would huff while running his fingers against my scalp. Every inch of me wished to respond to him, tell him that he just needed to slow down and maybe teach each hybrid before making a list of demands.
But even if I could speak, I wouldn't poke the bear.
Klaus had proven to be the most temperamental being to ever exist. Often not being able to take a joke without something being smashed or slammed. His grip would go from gentle to bruising in a second and the calm would storm with now warning.
It seemed that I slowly became the thing he came to when annoyed. Probably because I couldn't snap back, run away or well do anything but just listen. Every day I felt more and more like a doll.
He would have to do most things himself, not trusting anybody else. Which meant that he would wake me each morning, pulling my clothes from my skin and lowering me into the bath. It was the only time I knew he wouldn't turn aggressive. He'd brush the conditioner through my hair and check the temperature of the water.
I felt embarrassed the first time he washed me, it was more to warm my body back up but I was also starting to feel gross so it was necessary. Still the feel of his hands on me, his eyes on me was sickening the first time. However, after realising how gentle he would be, how careful and appreciate he could be when he was caressing my breasts with body butter, how his palms would rub along my thighs and work his way higher.
"See? It isn't so bad." Klaus whispered, holding me against his lap wrapped in a towel. My wet hair was against his chest, his hands caressing my arms. His nose would nuzzle beneath my ear, his words just a whisper "You liked that, didn't you?"
It was like one day he woke up and decided to never stop touching me. Sometimes instead of being strapped to a chair I'd be caged against him whilst my blood was stolen. His lips would kiss and mark along my neck, hand stroking my thigh as my head felt lighter and lighter. When my eyes started to go Klaus would pull the needle from me and push his bloody hand onto my lips. Two gulps was all I ever got and he'd be settling between my legs, just pressing his weight onto me.
I hadn't ever kissed him, or touched him more than a hand on his back whilst he feast on my neck. Not until Elijah came back.
Klaus was impossibly territorial and jealous when Elijah was around.
"He has a thing for doppelgängers." He'd warn, a scoff on his lips as he pulled different items from the wardrobe he'd made for me. "Elijah, ever the noble saint, will take you for himself. He can't even truly give you his heart, he'll just be a leach on your life."
"I've not even spoken to him." I mumbled tiredly and he huffed.
"Good. You won't." He snapped, making his way over with a babydoll dress. I felt limp as he dressed me, his hands brushing my skin as he sighed out. "I can't lose another to him."
It was hard to be honest. Managing an over emotional hybrid with a thousand years worth of problems whilst being weaker than I thought was physically possible. I should have been going crazy, wishing he'd just die but some how I'd come to enjoy his company and his touch. Especially his touch.
Somehow he was so good at making the smallest touches making my body feel on fire. Especially when he was jealous.
We'd be in one of the lounges, held to him whilst Elijah read a book across from us. Klaus was incredibly bothered by his presence. His hands would tease me, fingers brushing the edge of my panties making me whimper and him shush me as if he didn't want an obvious reaction.
"Niklaus." Elijah would scold and Klaus would scoff, pushing it and teasing my folds making me whine and push his hands away.
"Love."
"Not here"
Teasing had become common but not around people. It was embarrassing but I wasn't so sure he ever felt that.
"Must you complain?" He'd grumble and pull my leg over his body.
"Must you manhandle the girl at every opportunity?" Elijah would counter and I could always feel Klaus's anger simmer. It resulted in having to lay against him later in bed, tracing faint shapes onto his bare chest whilst nodding along to whatever he said.
"He doesn't know what you enjoy. He doesn't hear how you whine when your nipples are tugged on in the bath, or how you hide your face in my chest when you come undone by my fingers. Elijah doesn't know a bloody thing!" Klaus would rattle on for hours if he wanted to, thankfully it wasn't hard to distract him.
One touch to any part of him lower than his chest and his attention would turn. He'd slide his hands down my back, under my shirt and back up. A sigh would leave him but it would no longer be full of annoyance. Just a few gentle touches to his lower abdomen would have his arousal prominent, trousers stretching and his fingers in my hair like a silent command. Once his belt was off he was getting impatient and twitchy, clearly wanting to grab me and have his way but keeping as calm as he was able for my sake.
"I had never expected a...relationship of sorts to form from my taking you." He muttered when I had asked once. "I suppose I'm grateful that it has though."
"You are?" I questioned and he hummed, pulling me onto him.
"You're the sweetest doppelgänger I know." He teased and pressed a kiss to my cheek. "And entirely mine."
Especially since he had moved us. I had no idea what country we were in, I never got to leave the house to know and I hadn't had contact with any of my friends, not Elena or even Jeremy.
Klaus still feared that if I left, I would never return.
I wasn't so sure what I'd do.
his fingers grazed through your hair, tugging at your roots almost soothingly as tears rolled down your cheeks. The powerful man had you bent over his lap. “You know how I feel about you slumming around with mortals, darling.” Elijah whispered in your ear tauntingly. His free hand traced circles over your reddened ass—his handprint evident. His rings induced more pain than you’d like to admit, but it was an addictive feeling. “M sorry, sorry—please, I won’t do it again. Was jus’ trying to be nice.” You whimpered out.
His hand gripped your ass cheek roughly, pulling you up by your hair ever so slightly. His warm breath fanned your neck as he inhaled your scent. “Mmm, he looked very comfortable, you know. Putting his arm over your shoulder—“ he said, pushing your panties to the side and rubbing a finger at your entrance. “Whispering in your ear—had you all giggly, hm, baby?” He said, entering a finger slowly.
you gasped at the intrusion of his fingers that were much longer and thicker than yours. “Tell me, what was so funny?” He asked as he began to repeatedly slam his fingers into you. You were at a loss for words, the only thing you were capable of doing was moaning like a bitch in heat. “You just wanted my attention, didn’t you? Little minx.” He laughed, deep and full of knowing. “Say it, or I’ll stop.” He urged, fingers never faltering.
“Y-Yes—ohmygodd! Please, needed this so baddd..” You moaned out, your words slurring. Elijah loved having you like this. Bent and at his mercy, allowing him to do whatever he pleased with you. “That’s ittt, good girl.” He said, voice low and full of need as he listened to the sloppy noises your juices on his fingers were making.
Summary: You're about to have sex with your boyfriend Stefan for the first time, but he can't get his ex-girlfriend out of his mind.
Pairing: Stefan Salvatore x reader
Genre: Suggestive, Shirtless!Stefan, angst
Word Count: 1k
Stefan followed you up the stairs to your bedroom.
You were going to have sex for the first time tonight. Stefan would be lying if he said he hadn't fantasised about it.
“So… your aunt’s at a conference. Your brother is at a friend's house,” Stefan said. “What's the catch?”
“No catch,” you said, shutting the door and grinning at him. “Just us.”
You sat on the bed facing your mirror, and kicked off your shoes. You pulled your vest top over your head.
Stefan lay back on the bed, resting on his elbows, admiring the way the light caught the little spots of brown in your hair.
“As soon as my clothes are off, I'm diving under the blanket, okay? God, this part’s always so awkward,” you said.
But Stefan wasn't listening. A shiver ran through him. Cold sweat pooled at the base of his spine. He had spotted a brown mole, right in the centre of your back. Katherine had a mole on her back, too.
Suddenly, it was 1864 again.
He heard the sputter of the gas lamp in the corner. Katherine swept her curls away from her back, revealing the mole he loved - and angry red bite marks on her neck.
Stefan leapt forward, touching the marks.
“I see you've noticed my battle scars. Your brother has quite a nasty mouth,” Katherine teased.
Stefan felt only horror as he remembered that vampires healed within minutes. Katherine must have come straight from his brother’s room.
“Stefan,” you said, straddling him, and playing with his hair. “You okay?”
He nodded quickly. “Fine. Sorry. You're beautiful.”
You smiled, but your eyes were serious. “You do… want to do this, right?”
Stefan nodded, plastering on a smile. How could he explain the truth - that he was disturbed by how much you reminded him of Katherine?
He had felt this way a few times before. He would notice something - the way your voice got higher when you were annoyed, or your smirk when you told an innuendo - and he would feel a slight shiver of deja vu. But it had never been this bad.
You bit your lip, looking down, your body leaning over his.
Stefan noticed that your dark eyes still had that shyness of adolescence, which Katherine’s had never had. You were nothing like Katherine. Slowly and gratefully, he kissed you.
You kissed him back, then kissed a trail down his jaw and to his neck. This time, when he shivered from your wet lips, it was a good feeling.
And then, like a red wave, the memories flooded back.
Katherine, her lips on his neck. Suddenly, sharp teeth as she bit down into his flesh, sucking his blood. At first, the sting was bearable, but then it became an ache, spreading through his neck and to his chest. He imagined bleeding to his death, right there in his bed. He felt his eyelids flutter, panic making him drowsy.
“No,” he mumbled. “It hurts…. It hurts…”
You frowned at him. “Stefan! Sorry, did I hurt you?”
“No, no…” he said.
Stefan was getting angry at himself. Why should his life be ruined by a crappy relationship 150 years ago? Immortals couldn't get PTSD, for god’s sake. Katherine was in his head, in his bed, just when he was trying to connect to you. It wasn't fair.
He would just have to push through the fear and get over it. The first step was to make the situation as different to 1864 as possible.
Stefan lifted you with one hand and manoeuvred you so his body was on top of yours, a position Katherine never allowed.
Already, the panic of a moment ago was fading like a distant nightmare. Screwing his eyes shut, he kissed you again, with a passion that would silence all of your worries.
In a few minutes, your naked bodies were rocking to an even rhythm. Stefan felt a sense of victory bubbling up in him like lava. This was almost over. He could master his trauma from Katherine. He could be your man, in every way you needed him to be.
Then, he heard himself moan, from deep in his throat. Strangely, that was what reminded him of 1864.
“I love it when you moan for me, Stefan” Katherine said. His back was pressed against his bedroom wall, and Katherine’s mouth was all over him. Katherine’s lips brushed his ear as she whispered, “I can tell that Damon is listening just through that wall.” Stefan tried to stifle the sounds coming from his mouth, panic filling him, but Katherine only laughed. “Don't be afraid, darling. He loves the shows we put on for him.”
Stefan opened his eyes, forcing himself to look at you and see your wide, youthful eyes, so different from Katherine’s. However, the flashback remained.
Gasping for breath, Stefan rolled away from you, curling up into a ball. He had failed. Katherine had got in his head, and he hadn't been able to stop her.
For a long time, you just lay there by him, slowly stroking his back.
Finally, you said, “It was Katherine, wasn't it?”
Stefan turned, stunned. “You knew?”
You shrugged. “I guessed.”
“Do you wish I was more like her?” you said quietly, and Stefan could hear that you had avoided asking this question for a long time.
Stefan turned to you and took in your beautiful eyes and thick, wet lashes. “No. I promise you, if there is one thing that can save me from the memory of Katherine, it's you, Y/n. You're kind, you're selfless, you would die for your family - you're everything she wasn’t.” Stefan smiled. “We just might have to take things slow for a while.”
You kissed Stefan’s hand. “You can tell me things, you know. I might be young, but I've lived through stuff too.”
Stefan smiled. “I know.”
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Okay so I saw your prompt list and I was wondering if you’d be able to write prompt 1 from angst with prompt 4 from smut for Kai?? I would literally DIE if it’s possible + your writing I literally amazing
hi, precious! oh of course I can, you request - I deliver! ps. my heart is happy, thank you so so much, it means a lot to me 🥺 ilysm ♡
tag : jealous!reader, vampire!reader, female!reader, rough!Kai, boyfriend!Kai, mentions of Bonnie
prompts are here.
♠️ 1. “Just go hang out with Person C. You’ve gotten good at that”
⛓️ 4. “If I kiss you right now, I won’t be able to stop”
It wasn’t just a little argument. It wasn’t anything close to a small fight. You actually had rage exploding out of you. You were so fed up with seeing how Kai talks to Bonnie, how he flashes her a smile, how much time he spends with her and how he just cannot stop talking about her in general. It annoyed the hell out of you to the point you grew angry, jealous and wanted to never see him again.
You stood in front of him behind the school building, face to face, no people in sight as it was late at night. It was finally time to show him you were fed up with everything he’s been doing.
“I am so sick and tired of this bullshit, Kai. I’m right. Here. And yet you aren’t listening to me!”
“Woah, woah, woah, slow down. You’re quite literally an ignited match right now, you’re burning with all this anger” he raises his hands in the air, taking a step forward, but you take a step back.
“Yes, yes I am! Tell me, is she better than me? Is she prettier? Does she make you feel alive? What is it, Malachai?”
The name makes him scrunch his nose, but it’s just because you’re both fighting. Under any other condition, he always loves it. And you are the only person he accepts it from. If anyone else says it, he gets irritated and mad.
“What are you even talking about right now? There’s nothing going on, I have no interest in her, my eyes are all on you”
You shook your head in disbelief.
“Just go hang out with Bonnie. You’ve gotten good at that”
Using your vamp-speed you run into the building, getting inside the gym and sitting down on the bottom of the stairs, burying your face in your palms as you tried to calm down. Then you began to regret starting this fight with him. Maybe you’re just overreacting, imagining what isn’t there because you’re so in love with Kai, that the simplest things make you jealous. Like a few weeks ago when he was talking to another girl who he only needed help from to find some sort of a spell. They only spoke, exchanged smiles, that’s it. And you still found yourself grinding your teeth at the sight. Maybe you really are overreacting.
As you stare at the floor while fiddling your fingers, the door opens and closes - Kai has found you.
“Are you really going to throw another tantrum at me?” he asks, walking towards you in quick steps, stopping right in front of you. You couldn’t bear it, so you stood up, bodies so close to each other that you felt one another’s breaths on your faces.
“Kai, I just cannot stand how you act around her. I feel left out, like I’m never here, like I don’t exist sometimes. And yes, maybe it’s my stupid brain that makes me think this way, act this way, maybe it’s too much. So tell me, what the hell is going on so I know. I don’t want to hurt myself or you”
He moves even closer to you, and you didn’t think it was even possible to be this close to him. Not during a fight. A heavy sigh leaves his lips, heartbeat intense as he cannot help but feel the tension between you both. He’s so angry that you’re like this, so angry that he wants to prove to you that all he wants is you.
“You have always trusted me. So why can’t you trust me now when I say there is nothing between me and Bonnie? Why?”
“Maybe because I need you to prove it” your lower lip trembled as you inhaled the scent of his cologne, mixed with the smell of leather of his jacket. It was some sort of a distraction, you could feel lust beginning to wash over your body, and Kai was able to notice. He’s known you long enough to know your body language. He knew when you were sad, when you felt shy, nervous, bothered. Even sexually frustrated. And that was the case right now.
Especially the way you kept looking at his lips, even if that lasted for a second.
He knew you wanted to taste him. He knew you wanted him to yourself and yourself only. It was a tad bit too easy to read you. But he wanted to get it out from you, so he did not make any moves.
“You know damn well that I can see it in your eyes - you cannot keep it together. From head to toe you’re shaking with desire, I can tell that my cologne is driving you insane. Your heart is racing a thousand miles per hour,” he teased you with words, his voice husky and inviting, “so go ahead, kiss me. Be jealous. Be overprotective”
You bit your lip, blood boiling as you snapped at him, voice silvery.
“If I kiss you right now, I won’t be able to stop”
Kai grins, leaning closer to your ear to whisper.
“So kiss me”
Your temper is short lived as you grab his face, landing your warm lips on his, not wasting any time to slip your tongue in his mouth. With your vamp-speed you end up in the hall, Kai pressing you against the lockers, his cold fingertips touching your skin under your shirt. A filthy moan escaping from you as he picks you up, his large hands firmly holding the back of your thighs.
In a second, you’re in a classroom, laid on the desk, Kai kissing and sucking your neck, earning small whimpers from you. He pushes your skirt up, all over you as he grinds himself against your heated core. His jeans tighten within seconds, becoming more and more unbearable as he continues to bite your collarbone. His hands squeeze your hips as he groans against your skin as he cannot contain himself no more.
Kai unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down, letting his length spring against his stomach, rock hard and throbbing with need.
“You want me to prove myself to you, hm?” he grabs you by the hips and pulls you closer, your thighs hugging his waist as he lines himself at your clothed entrance.
“Y-yes” you moan eagerly, waiting for his next move.
“I’ll make sure the whole town hears you, and I’ll leave you limping, everyone will be jealous of YOU, sweetheart”
The pads of his fingers ghost over your underwear, suddenly pulling it away as he enters you without a warning. You gasp and grab the sides of the desk, your insides pulsing with each thrust. He’s almost too big for you to take, but you love the way he stretches you out. You buck your hips against him, but Kai presses you down as his hands hold you down by your hip bones, fingers bruising the skin.
“Ma-Malachai” you cry out.
“Don’t you move. You brought this upon yourself. Now take it”
His thrusts become rougher and deeper, one hand reaching for your throat, squeezing the sides as he grunts from above you. The table underneath you shakes, sliding across the floor, all the papers and pencils falling down as Kai buried himself deeply in you. But he couldn’t care less about that. He was focused on you.
Your leg begins to cramp, and you grab his wrist, squeezing it and tapping it.
But Kai wasn’t going to stop. He pulled out, lifting you up and flipping you around, your ass on full display for him. He grabs one leg of yours, lifting it up so he has better access to your dripping folds. In a second he’s back inside of you, now leaning over you as he has his arm around your throat, his low and smoky moans heard in your ear. His other hand is holding your leg, hips slamming against you with no mercy.
Your eyes rolled back from the ecstasy he’s put you in, his name leaving your mouth in loud cries, echoing through the whole building. He feels so good that tears fall from your eyes, legs shaking and torso jolting as his tip hits the right spot. You can sense your high coming, your core pulsing and walls tightening around his length.
“Come on, love, hold on a little longer. You’re not cumming until I do” he warns.
His command makes you choke on your words, voice barely coming out with a little “yes”. Kai smirks at your attempt to reply, finding it hot that you’re so affected by him.
Kai pulls out again, lifting you up and sitting you down on the wooden desk, one hand wrapped around your waist as his other one holds you by the back of your neck. He gifts you a sloppy but passionate kiss, biting your lip in the process. You moan his name again, letting him know that there is no possibility you’ll last any longer. Knowing he’s almost done too, he buries his face in the crook of your neck while his hand reaches to squeeze your breast, kneading the hard nipple.
The classroom is soon filled with both of your moans as you explode, cumming around his length, black dots in your vision, Kai spilling himself inside you. Both of you catch your breaths, hugging for some time before fixing yourselves.
“Have I proven myself?” he asks, throwing on his jacket.
“If you’ll take me home and make me a bath with bubbles, mission will be accomplished”
Kai shakes his head, chuckling at you as he unexpectedly picks you up, throws you over his shoulder and carries you out of the school.
“This woman, tsk tsk tsk” he clicks his tongue and smacks your butt as he holds you tight, not letting you down until you’re finally back at his house.
♱⋆. damon salvatore, stefan salvatore, elena gilbert and katherine pierce (mentioned)
♱⋆. w/c: 1102
♱⋆. tags/warnings: angst, angst, angst, angst, oh and angst. inside damon's head. set in season one. inner thoughts of a depressed vampire. big-time jealousy. self-deprecation. hurt, no comfort. follow me; we're walking a mile in damon's shoes. tw: katherine. emotionally charged brotherly dynamic.
♱⋆. a/n: i literally pulled this one right out of my ass. these characters and their story just got the creative juices flowing for me, idk.
It'll always be Stefan.
Always.
It was always going to be Stefan.
For anyone who stuck around long enough to know them (for better or worse).
Damon always has been and always will be the bad brother.
The disappointment...
The bad influence...
The darkness to Stefan's light, the malicious to his benevolent.
The ruthless, reckless, heartless monster.
Stefan's burdened by Damon, by the way he is.
Never mind the fact that he's the reason for it.
He's the reason for his brother's nature.
If Damon's a monster, it's because of what Stefan pushed him to do; if Damon's a martyr, it's because he was willing to do what Stefan wasn't when worst came to worst.
All he'd truly done, Damon thought bitterly as he swirled his bourbon slowly around his glass, was fallen in love.
Well. He wouldn't make that mistake again.
Look where it got him.
Chasing the ghost of something that had never really been his to begin with.
Not really.
It had been Stefan's.
She had been Stefan's.
Her love had been Stefan's.
Damon had merely been her plaything.
An object to keep her occupied, an object for her amusement.
An object.
He'd been an object to Katherine.
His grip tightened around the crystal tumbler in his hand, knuckles turning white as he threw back what was left inside in one swallow, eyes fixated on the dying fire in the fireplace.
And where was Stefan now?
The answer to that question was not at the bottom of his glass (as they say), nor did he expect it to be.
It was laid out right in front of him, if he bothered to glance at it-
(-if he'd drank enough to think about it without feeling a pathetic twinge of pain).
(Turns out he hadn't.)
With Elena.
The phrase occupies his thoughts so much that the two words have sort of blurred together, melded into their very own verb (at least in his mind).
Perhaps separated with a little dash (with-Elena).
Stefan was always with-Elena now.
It seems like it's all he ever does anymore.
With-Elena, Damon has learned, mostly consists of comforting-Elena, helping-Elena, kissing-Elena, and Stefan's apparent favorite: assuring-Elena-he'll-protect-her-from-Damon.
As ironic as that is, taking into consideration Stefan's true nature, the one he hides-from-Elena, as well as from himself, Damon understands why his brother is with-Elena so much.
Because he loves her.
Because she loves him.
Because she's his, too.
And if he has his way, she always will be.
She's off-limits to Damon.
'End of discussion.'
Stefan's made that blatantly clear, and as much as Damon wishes he could believe that his brother is just a jealous, selfish bastard and be done with it, he also understands why he can't be allowed to have her.
She's too kind for a monster like him, too pure, too sweet, too...
Human.
He could- would- ruin her.
Not that she would look at him with anything but fear or contempt, even if the circumstances were different.
And that stung, whether he was willing to admit it or not, whether he let it show on his face or not.
And he felt pathetic for it.
His brother's voice, low and cautious as if directed at a frightened animal, speared through the silence of the living room and startled him out of his thoughtful, slightly alcohol-induced haze.
"It's almost midnight, Damon."
He blinked himself back into reality, realizing that the fire had long ago burned itself out and he was just staring blankly at the smoking coals, and set the tumbler down on the end table beside him.
"Five 'o clock somewhere," he deadpanned, his voice lacking its usual humor.
The sarcasm didn't fit quite right this time.
It never did when he was like this; buzzed enough to get lost in his thoughts, but not enough to let them come flying haphazardly out of his mouth.
It felt tight.
Like wearing a shoe a few sizes too small.
Like it had been stretched beyond its limits but still couldn't fully hide the pain underneath.
Stefan saw the edges of his brother's heartbreak peeking out and frowned, an all-too-familiar crease that Damon would've made fun of, if he'd been up to it, forming between his eyebrows.
He cut in before Stefan could speak, though, a forced casualness in his voice that was so unfeeling that it came out sounding like boredom.
"How's she taking it?"
Having your boyfriend's long-dead vampire ex who just happens to have your face roll into town and start messing with your life is enough to faze anyone.
Stefan bowed his head, stepping further into the room with his hands stuffed in his pockets as an absurd mix of pity, guilt, and protectiveness washes over him.
"Pretty well, considering. I'm a little more concerned about you, at the moment."
Damon scoffs and glances over his shoulder at his brother, expression unreadable.
You don't get to do that.
"I'm fine, Stef. Peachy."
You don't get to ruin everything good I've ever had in my life and then play the 'concerned brother' card when it's convenient for you.
He turned his head to face the now-dark fireplace once again, as if that was the end of it.
Because staring at nothing felt infinitely easier than holding his brother's infuriatingly earnest gaze right now.
Stefan knew Damon too well for brother to be able to hide from brother anymore.
They had too much shared history.
That kind of thing tends to happen after a century and a half of knowing a person.
Damon poured himself another drink, the metal of his ring clinking softly against the crystal, and Stefan watched him with that trademark quiet stare that's reserved just for Damon, half-judgement, half-concern.
The warning signs of an incoming hero monologue from his brother are things Damon has learned to recognize from a mile away, even when drunk.
A few more slow, cautious footsteps approaching his back...
A short intake of breath...
He swore he could see those stupid furrowed eyebrows through the back of his head.
"Don't."
Silence.
"Give it up, Stefan."
His voice came out tired, resigned in a way that he rarely ever let himself show.
"Not the time for one of your heroic brotherly outreach moments," he muttered, staring down at the amber liquid in his glass with a stone-cold gaze.
Stefan paused for a moment, watching the back of his brother's head, before quietly turning to leave the room.
After all, brother sees brother's pain.
Understands his heartache.
Even if he'll never have to feel that particular brand of agony himself.
No.
That's the monster's cross to bear.
♱⋆. end notes: i promise i don't hate stefan, guys. i swear it.
you find yourself on the salvatore front porch. your mind racing. damon gently opens his door. bed head apparent, with sleepy eyes to match. "what are you doing here, silly?" he quickly welcomes you inside, pulling you into a much-needed hug. "just missed you, sorry." he kisses the side of your head, "don't be sorry, baby." he leads you over to his couch and starts the fireplace. "it was rainy out. it was nice." he nods, pouring you a glass of bourbon. you shiver slightly, the rain dampening your clothes, leaving you with a slight chill. he hands you the cup, "i’ll be right back, okay?" upstairs he grabs you one of his shirts. he also grabs a fluffy blanket. "here, you should change into this." he hands it to you, taking your cup and setting it beside you.
you quickly slide your shirt off, replacing it with his soft shirt that smelt like him. you look up at him and grin. "thank you, that was so thoughtful." he shakes his head, "it's okay, you're so cute snuggled up in my t-shirt." your face flushes from his attention. "damon join me." you jokingly pout while you pat the couch. he quickly sits by you. you put your head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around you. "how would you feel if i maybe, moved in?" he thinks, this makes you worried. "i think that would make me feel very happy."
"really? that's a relief." he shrugs, "i mean it makes sense. i want to protect you, and being your roommate would make it a lot easier." you grin, "gotta make sure i'm tucked into bed at night." he tickles your side, "hey, it's not my fault you wind up in my sheets every chance you can." you shake your head, "it's not for you, you just have a better bed than the guest bedroom." he rolls his eyes at your comment. "okay brat, i'll remember that next time." you frown, "no! don't kick me out, i just moved in less than five minutes ago."
"in all seriousness, can we move you stuff in tomorrow?" maybe damon was urgently rushing the process because he wanted to get it over with. or maybe he was worried that you'd change your mind, not wanting him to be overbearing. his negative thoughts swarmed his head, his eyes cloudy. you took notice immediately. "hey what's going on in there? talk to me please." he sighs. "nothing baby, just overthinking that's all." you reach for his hand, squeezing it gently. "i love you damon, i want to move in. no doubt in my mind." a weight off his chest is lifted, and he takes a breath. "tomorrow works, yes, but let's worry about that later." you cuddle into him, grabbing his arm. "agreed."
the fireplace crackles. you leaned against damon, his arms holding on your waist. "im hungry, do you want anything?" you ask. "im okay, but you can help yourself." you kiss his lips, muttering a soft “be right back,” you head to the basement grabbing a blood bag. you walk upstairs to the entry hall. you look out the front window, noticing a ripple in the trees. a shadow speeds by. you go to alert damon, but he's nowhere to be seen. you take deep breaths, fear settling over you.
"damon!?" you yell out. you turn around, seeing a giant monster jumping at the window. its eyes yellow, with a deep growl, and slobbery white teeth. you jump back, trying to avoid the sneak attack. the glass shatters everywhere, you fall to the floor, using all your strength to keep it from biting you. damon yells, reaching for the nearest item he can use to damage the wolf. he stabs the wolf with the end of a lamp post, being daring, he rips the wolfs heart out and it collapses to the floor. you're gasping for air, frantically looking around. damon drops to his knees, holding your face in his hands. "it's okay, i'm here. you're okay." he soothes your aches, the comfort in his words melting all pain away. "day one, and i protected you, guess i am qualified for the job."
except damon didn't protect you. the wolf had grazed your thigh, a giant gash from its teeth. and damon was too ecstatic to do a full checkup, he was so stoked that you were alive, and the adrenaline in his veins made him forget to inspect the rest of your body. you frown looking up at him. his gaze softens, his mouth falling into a line. "what's wrong baby?" you can't come up with the words, knowing your fate is in place. "i know it was scary, but he's gone, we'll be okay." your eyes well up with tears, looking at the lifeless body in front of you. you have to look away, the sight nauseating. "i'll take care of that, don't worry." you nod.
you get up, going to get the broom to sweep up the glass. you bend down quickly recovering the floor. you discard the shavings, slightly struggling to make it to the couch. "damon." he turns around at your voice, his chest revealing a giant bite mark, red, and raw. you shake your head, you slide your pants down slightly, showing him the scar on your thigh. his face drops, "no, please, why didn't you tell me sooner?" he rushes up to you, carrying you upstairs to his room. he shuts the door, gently laying you back on the bed.
he stares with sad eyes; you reach out to him. "i'm not ready to lose you damon. please don't tell me this is it." he groans lying back on the bed, "i'm not letting that happen." he reaches his phone out dialing a number. he pauses, "i need a favor." you sigh, hearing klaus on the other side of the line. "and why do either of you deserve my blood?" you sniffle slightly, reaching for damons phone. "please klaus, you don't have to save me, just make sure damon makes it. please." you blurt out quickly, ensuring damons safety. he shrieks, "what are you saying? you need it too!" you shake your head, "if he's only willing to give it to one of us, damon, you have to take it. i love you, but i can't live without you." the idea of waking up in the salvatore house, with no damon by your side was absolutely gut wrenching, and you couldn't bear the idea of that.
"true love, how sweet." klaus remarks, "well good luck." he quickly hangs up on damon, leaving silence to follow in the room. you pull him into a deep kiss, your arms reaching for his shoulders for some support. he is holding you tightly. "damon." a tear streams down your face. "please tell me this isn't happening." stefan knocks on the door. you don't say anything, "come in." stefans eyes widen at the sight of damons bite. "what the hell happened?" his eyes are low, and he looks distraught. "a wolf attacked us. got us both. klaus won't give us any blood." stefan begins panicking. "cmon guys. what are we going to do?" you lean into his side, holding him tight. "nothing we can do." you close your eyes, trying to rationalize and plan out any and all case scenarios.
damon and stefan had been strategizing for an hour. you held tightly onto him, savoring every moment you had with him before the bite took one of you out. their nonsense had you even more stressed out. you close your eyes, trying to have a second of peace. instead, a graphic image of your childhood best friend appears. blood was drenched all over the shirt, deep bite marks on the neck. you whine at the mutilated depiction of your former best friend, a whimper falling from your lips while your eyes pool with more tears. damon shakes you softly, "hey, hey, what's happening baby?" you shake your head, "scary, blood, my best friend..." stefan sighs, "that is not a good sign." he stands up, getting you a pillow to rest your neck, damon holds you up, trying to get you to focus on him. the room was spinning, your head kept flashing graphic memories, and your ears were ringing.
"breathe in baby, breathe out. it'll be okay, you're so strong." his breath catches in his throat, his train of thought out the window, instead he was struck with the moment he was killed before transition. stefan comes back, watching his two roommates groan in agony. "i don't have enough pillows, fuck." he swiftly lifts your neck placing the pillow beneath you. he runs to get one for damon, quickly doing the same thing for him. damons grabbing at his chest, feeling like his heart was burning himself alive. "is there anything i can do?" stefans watching the two of you crumble under horrendous conditions, "please, say something. either of you?" you shut your eyes, gripping your thigh tightly. "it hurts so bad, thats all i can say." damon finds a way to hold you through the pain, his hand reaches for yours and you immediately place it in his. you lean into him, resting your forehead against his arm, "fuck stefan. we're going to die." stefan hesitates, "i wll call him myself."
"call who?" stefan turns around, seeing klaus standing in the doorway. "you're here?!" relief washes over you, some hope creaking through. "well i was so amazed by damons burning passion, and the amount of love they share. i found it... inspiring." klaus hands stefan two viles of blood, "call them romeo and juliet." he chuckles, going to leave. stefan halts him, "thats it?" he scoffs, "no conditions?" klaus shrugs, "i'll need you later down the line, but the time will come for that." this confuses stefan, "and i'm just supposed to move on till then?" klaus grins, "of course not. you'll think about it. every day, waking up wondering if today is the day i'll need your service, always being on edge." stefan stares, unamused. "okay. well thank you klaus."
stefan hands you two the bottles of blood. damon and you clink the tubes together, swallowing them quickly. you hesitate. still a little nervous about how easy it was to retrieve the blood. after a few seconds you and damon heal, shock falls over you, and immediately you're relieved. "thank you so much, i can't believe it." damon leans in for a deep kiss, holding you tightly. "i was so scared i'd never see you again." you look back at stefan, "are you worried about klaus?" he looks away, tightening his jaw. "i'll do it. i don't want too, but he saved your guys life." damon jumps out of bed, lifts you up, spinning you around. excited he wasn't on death bed anymore. "stefan i'll support you when it goes down. anything you need." stefan slaps his back, "thanks brother."
the house settles down, stefan writing in his journal. damon and you lay in his bed upstairs, engulfed in covers while cuddling close to each other. the air is chilly. "today's been a long day." you snuggle closer into damon, he hid his face in the crook of your neck. "i know, i'm so ready for bed." you nod agreeing, closing your eyes you kiss him gently before getting comfortable and resting. he soon drifts off to sleep with you.
using the broken window from earlier, one of klaus witches stand below. a alter in front of her. she chants under her breath, smoke forms as the spell gets completed. "it's done." she whispers, she packs her alter up and swiftly leaves town. damon was showering, after waking up in hot sweats he needed to cool off. you lay in bed sleeping soundly. while no one was aware, klaus had only given you guys one vile of actual blood. the other one was a magic potion mixed with animal blood. you unfortunately did not get a single drop of hybrid blood. the witch below undid the spell, revealing your decrepit body was actually deteriorating all night. the potion had cloaked any evidence of symptoms as well as pain. however, the potion was removed, you immediately cough up blood, your senses overwhelmed as you were fine, then all at once every ounce of your body was burning. your mind goes back to your memories, the bloodiest and graphic situations you've ever been through, on replay.
damon hops out the shower, humming lightly. he quickly changes, quietly heading to the bed. he lifts the blanket from above your hidden body. you barely make out a whisper, "it hurts." damon falls to the floor, his attention fully on you. "what happened? how are you feeling? i'm so sorry." you cry silently as you can't process a response, terrified to even move. "STEFAN."
stefan runs to the room, shock settling when he noticed your state. "i don't know what happened, i-" damon runs his hands through his hair, pacing back and forth. "but damon you're fine? what does that mean?" stefan gasps. "he gave us only one cure." damon bites his inner cheek, face cold. "this can't be happening." he joins you in bed again, lifting you onto him, he hugs you whispering in your ear, "i love you so much. i'm right here. stay with me."
"i love you so much damon." you lay your head against his chest, arm wrapped around his shoulders. he cries silently by your side, getting inside your head. he showed you two happy together, moved in, baking brownies, and taking you on dates. your breathing slows, a small smile on your lips. your eyes drift closed, grey lines starting at your neck going to the top of your head. your lifeless body lay still in damons arms, his cheeks stained with teardrops. stefan stands silent by the door. "we were careless stefan... why did we trust him to begin with?" damon heads downstairs to get bourbon, stefan, aware of how fragile he is currently, follows him.
"how would we have known? he made a deal with us." stefan sits down, head in his hands. damon throws a bottle of alcohol, glass shattering on the floor. now when he wants you, he'll have to dream. "i told them i would protect them. i was supposed to keep them safe." damons pacing the room, he adjusts his shirt. "i failed."
"you didn't fail, i did. you were infected too, remember?" silences settles for a few minutes, "i want to kill him stefan." damon is now sat in the chair, his legs crossed, his hands crossed together, "okay damon. how are we going to kill klaus?"
