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fearless — jeremy gilbert x reader

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content warnings and genres: swearing, alcohol consumption, sex in general but specifically hate sex, degradation, teasing, slapping — smut, fluff

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synopsis: a reluctant alliance forms between two individuals whose paths were never meant to cross. you were enigmatic, possessing a cunning personality and wielding your formidable powers to manipulate and eliminate those in youe path, driven by an insatiable thirst for dominance. jeremy gilbert stood as a stalwart protector of his friends, the beacon of light amid the encroaching shadows. you hated each other, but the sex was great

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the air was thick with tension as stefan and damon salvatore paced within their dimly lit hideout. an air of urgency hung heavy as they exchanged anxious glances, a shared weight on their shoulders.

the sun and moon curse's ominous deadline loomed ever closer, and their search for a solution had led them to a most unlikely ally.

the heavy door creaked open, admitting you with an air of effortless poise. your presence exuded an aura of power, a testament to the centuries you'd spent as a vampire. but it wasn't just your immortality that set you apart—it was the cunning glint in your eyes and the unspoken authority you held over the supernatural realm.

“ah, the illustrious newcomer graces us with her presence,” damon drawled, his tone laced with equal parts skepticism and intrigue.

“delighted to be here, darling,” you replied, your voice dripping with honeyed sarcasm as your gaze met his with a challenge.

stefan offered a reserved nod, his lips pressed into a thin line. “we need all the help we can get, even if it means partnering with someone— unconventional.”

you smirked, unfazed by their reservations. unconventional was your middle name, after all. “well, boys, let's not waste any more time discussing my unorthodox methods. i assume you've gathered the necessary components?”

damon motioned toward the table where the picture of the moonstone practically gleamed, an ancient relic that held the key to breaking the curse. “they've got your precious rock.”

as the days turned into weeks, your alliance with the salvatores' group slowly shifted from an uneasy coexistence to a begrudging respect. collaborating on plans to break the curse revealed your strategic prowess and your cunning ability to outmaneuver the most formidable foes. and while your ultimate goals remained shrouded in mystery, the shared purpose brought a strange sense of unity.

enter jeremy gilbert, the stubborn, quick-witted thorn in your side. he had a knack for pushing your buttons, and you retaliated with a barrage of snarky remarks that could match his every jab.

“you know, i've met kittens scarier than you,” he quipped one evening, leaning against the wall with an infuriating smirk.

“and yet, here you are, all grown up and trying to play with the big cats,” you shot back, a dangerous glint in your eyes.

as the days turned into nights, the lines between alliance and camaraderie blurred. banter evolved into heated debates, and reluctant admiration gave way to unexpected camaraderie. the tension between you and jeremy simmered beneath the surface, an electric undercurrent neither of you could ignore.

and in the midst of this intricate dance, damon and stefan's affections for you grew more pronounced. their lingering gazes and the palpable yearning in their voices didn't go unnoticed, a silent acknowledgment of the magnetic pull you held over them.

the gathering of mystic falls' finest was a tense affair. the salvatore mansion's grand halls echoed with hushed conversations and wary glances as the gang assembled. elena's cautious eyes flitted over your figure, her distrust clear, while bonnie's wary expression mirrored the unease of the others.

as the room's atmosphere hung heavy with skepticism, you leaned against a table, regarding them all with a calm detachment that belied the storm of thoughts swirling within you. it wasn't often that those around you faced an enigma as formidable as yourself, and their unease was almost amusing.

stefan cleared his throat, his voice steady but laden with tension. “we're all here because we share the same goal—to break the sun and moon curse.”

damon's eyes darted to you, a calculated smirk tugging at his lips. “and our newest ally here,” he nodded in your direction, “seems to think she's got the answers.”

you met damon's gaze with a raised brow, amusement dancing in your eyes. “only time will tell, won't it?”

as the days went on, the initial hostility began to thaw. your sharp wit and undeniable competence in matters of the supernatural earned you reluctant respect. small alliances formed as each member of the gang found common ground in their distrust of you. still, tension hung in the air, even as you started offering strategic advice on finding the elusive components to break the curse.

“bonnie, we need to focus on finding the doppelgänger's blood,” you advised one evening, your tone authoritative.

her eyebrows knitted in concentration. “but where would we even begin looking?”

“the old witch's grimoire might hold the answers you seek,” you replied smoothly, watching her nod thoughtfully.

weeks turned into a whirlwind of information-gathering, research, and spellwork. amid the whirlwind, your calculated charm began to chip away at the group's skepticism. unbeknownst to them, the instructions you provided were expertly tailored misdirections.

elena approached you one evening, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. “you seem to know a lot about these curses.”

“centuries of experience have their perks,” you replied cryptically, your lips curving into a half-smile.

the circle of trust continued to expand as elena shared her own insights, and bonnie began to confide in you about her struggles. but it was jeremy who surprised you the most. his sarcastic retorts softened, replaced by genuine questions about your history and motivations.

“you don't strike me as the kind who'd want to help anyone,” he remarked one night, his eyes scrutinizing.

“perhaps there's more to me than meets the eye,” you mused, a hint of vulnerability slipping into your voice before you shifted the topic.

as the gang worked tirelessly, chasing the components under your careful guidance, the bonds of camaraderie deepened. they came to rely on your knowledge and your uncanny ability to predict the next move of their adversaries. your once-foreign presence became an integral part of their mission.

unbeknownst to them, the pieces they sought were carefully chosen to further your own ambitions. you needed the moonstone for yourself—to amplify your already formidable abilities. the complexity of the web you'd woven began to unravel, but as the lines blurred between ally and enemy, the truth seemed farther out of reach than ever before.

and amid the confusion and danger, jeremy's attitude toward you shifted. the tension that had once been laced with hostility took on a different quality—one tinged with a jealousy he couldn't quite understand. as the group inched closer to their goal, the undercurrents of desire, manipulation, and secrets threatened to pull them all into a tangled web of fate they could never have predicted.

one evening, everybody congregated at a dimly lit bar, the low hum of chatter mingling with the clinking of glasses as they hashed out their plans. you leaned against the bar, a glass of red wine in hand, exuding an air of effortless confidence that had both mystified and infuriated jeremy since your arrival.

“so, this is where the brilliant minds of mystic falls come to plot their next move?” you quipped, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

jeremy shot you a glare. “better than scheming in the shadows and brooding like it's our day job.”

damon chuckled. “brooding can be quite lucrative, actually.”

you raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in your eyes. “ah, damon salvatore, the town's resident brooding entrepreneur.”

stefan tried to steer the conversation back on track. “we need to focus on the witch's power.”

bonnie nodded. “tapping into that much magic is going to be risky.”

jeremy's eyes flickered to you. “and risky business seems to be your forte.”

you tilted your head, an infuriatingly smug grin playing on your lips. “why, gilbert, i didn't know you paid such close attention to my strengths.”

elena shot him a look. “guys, can we stay on topic?”

damon smirked. “stay focused, jeremy. you don't want to miss out on the riveting discussion.”

jeremy turned his attention back to you. “trust me, it's riveting every time you open your mouth.”

you leaned in, your eyes narrowing playfully. “oh, i aim to impress.”

bonnie sighed, exasperated. “can we please just get back to the spell?”

damon nudged you with his elbow. “don't worry, bonnie. our illustrious guest is about to enlighten us.”

you rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your wine. “keep the enthusiasm to a minimum, damon. wouldn't want you to overexert yourself.”

jeremy shook his head, an incredulous smile tugging at his lips. “you really have a talent for making friends, don't you?”

“friends are overrated,” you shot back, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

as the night wore on, the insults continued to fly, a never-ending volley of jabs and comebacks that seemed to fuel both irritation and reluctant amusement. jeremy's persistent sarcasm and your biting retorts formed a rhythm that was as familiar as it was aggravating.

and then, in a moment that caught both of you off guard, jeremy's snide remarks faltered as he met your gaze. a fleeting stillness settled between you, a charged silence that held a hint of something else—recognition, perhaps, of the shared tension that had been building since the moment you'd met. despite the brewing hatred, he couldn't help but find you pretty. he liked the way your hair was wavy, the way your makeup was smokey. he liked the way you walked in high heels and talked with such intensity, everybody was drawn towards you. including him.

uncomfortable with the intensity of the moment, he cleared his throat and looked away, pretending to be absorbed in his drink. but you saw through the facade, and a subtle, self-satisfied smile curved your lips. the electricity in the air wasn't just a product of the supernatural—it was a testament to the magnetic pull you both tried so hard to deny.

as the bar hummed with conversations and laughter, an unspoken understanding lingered—an understanding that even amid the insults and the tension, something deeper was at play, something that neither of you could ignore.

as the discussion carried on, the intricacies of the plan fell into place. the group debated strategy, magic, and the dangerous risks they were about to undertake. despite the tension that had become second nature, a sense of unity emerged as the gang rallied around a common goal.

“and that's our course of action,” stefan concluded, his voice firm and resolute.

damon raised an eyebrow, looking at you with a mixture of amusement and skepticism. “you agree with the salvatore plan, oh mighty oracle?”

you arched an eyebrow right back, your tone dripping with sarcasm. “imagine that, i'm capable of agreement.”

jeremy rolled his eyes. “must be a once-in-a-lifetime event.”

you turned your full attention to him, a fire dancing in your eyes. “careful, gilbert. your wit might be a match for mine someday.”

an exasperated sigh escaped bonnie's lips. “can we please just stay focused?”

but it seemed jeremy had reached his limit. pushing away from the table, he confronted you, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and frustration. “you're not fooling anyone with your act. we all know you've got your own agenda.”

your gaze turned icy, the mask of charm slipping for a moment. “and what would that be, gilbert?”

“to use us to get what you want,” he shot back, his voice hard.

damon intervened, stepping between the two of you. “hey, hey, let's not start a brawl in the middle of planning, okay?”

tension hung thick in the air as the fight was broken up. you exchanged one last fiery glare with jeremy before the group continued their deliberations. the atmosphere had shifted, and even the slightest glimmers of trust began to fracture.

as the night drew to a close, the group started to disperse. one by one, they filed out of the bar, leaving you and jeremy alone in the lingering silence. the tension remained, a palpable force between you.

finally, as the last echo of footsteps faded away, you turned to him, your expression unreadable. “you're right, you know.”

jeremy's brow furrowed, confusion flickering in his eyes. “about what?”

a heavy sigh escaped your lips. “i can't be trusted.”

he looked taken aback by your admission. “you're admitting it?”

a bitter smile tugged at your lips. “it's not a matter of admitting, it's a matter of facts.”

he crossed his arms, his guard still up. “so, what's your game then?”

the weight of centuries seemed to settle on your shoulders. “my game, jeremy, is survival. power. dominance. and that moonstone you're all chasing? i intend to claim it for myself, break the curse, and harness the energy for my own greater power.”

his eyes narrowed. “you're going to betray us?”

“betrayal implies there was trust to begin with,” you replied, your voice tinged with a hint of bitterness.

jeremy's gaze held yours, a mix of emotions flickering in his eyes. “you've been alive for centuries. what could you possibly need more power for?”

a wistful smile touched your lips. “it's not about what i need, jeremy. it's about what i want.”

with that enigmatic statement, you turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, grappling with the revelation and the tangled web of your intentions.

as you disappeared into the night, the truth you'd laid bare lingered in the air—a truth that carried the weight of desire, ambition, and a world that was anything but black and white.

the moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the town . in the wake of the fractured alliance, jeremy found himself carrying the weight of a heavy secret—one that he believed had the potential to alter the course of their dangerous collaboration.

with a determined resolve, he reached out to his friends, explaining his suspicions about your true intentions. despite initial resistance, the group agreed that he would need to deceive you to ensure the moonstone's safety.

when the moonstone's location was revealed, jeremy found himself facing you, his expression a mixture of resignation and guilt. “i've got some news for you.”

you arched an eyebrow, your voice dripping with skepticism. “let me guess, you're the bearer of bad tidings?”

he nodded, his gaze unsteady. “yeah. the moonstone's somewhere in the damn woods.”

a humorless smile touched your lips. “well, aren't you the group's little messenger boy?”

his eyes held yours, unflinching. “i'm the one who's not afraid of you.”

with a sigh, you stepped away from the crowd, settling on the curb as a sense of weariness settled over you. jeremy followed, his confusion palpable.

“why are you even sitting out here?” he asked, his voice softer than before.

uou leaned back, your gaze fixed on the distant horizon. “sometimes it's easier to think when the walls aren't closing in.”

he took a seat beside you, the silence stretching between you for a moment before you spoke, your voice laced with a vulnerability that surprised even yourself. “you know, there's a lot you don't know about me, jeremy.”

he looked at you, curiosity mingling with the wariness in his eyes. “i'm all ears.”

and so, in the quiet of the night, you shared the stories of the past five centuries—the struggles, the losses, and the insatiable hunger for power that had driven you to this point. jeremy listened, his gaze never leaving your face as the weight of your history settled over both of you.

when you fell silent, he hesitated before speaking, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. “i lost my parents. and after that, i went down a dark path. addiction.”

your gaze softened as you turned to him, your words gentle. “we all have our demons, Jeremy.”

he looked away, his expression a mix of regret and understanding. “yeah, but not everyone has been around for centuries to accumulate them.”

you placed a comforting hand on his arm. “our experiences may differ, but pain is universal.”

a rare moment of empathy passed between you, a connection forged from shared struggles and the understanding that the road to survival was paved with sacrifices.

feeling a newfound sense of safety and companionship, jeremy met your gaze. “the moonstone's not in the woods. it's hidden somewhere safer.”

you raised an eyebrow, your curiosity piqued. “and you're telling me this because?”

“because i think you deserve a chance to prove everyone wrong,” he replied, his voice steady.

a faint smile played at the corners of your lips. “you're a curious contradiction, jeremy gilbert.”

je grinned, a spark of defiance in his eyes. “and you're not as heartless as you want people to believe.”

in that moment, a delicate understanding blossomed between you—a fragile alliance built on mutual vulnerability. as the moon cast its soft glow over the night, the secrets you shared and the bond you'd formed seemed to transcend the chaos and betrayals of the world around you.

the confrontation hung in the air like a storm ready to break. you stood at the center of the room, your expression a careful mask of indifference as your friends stared you down, accusations evident in their eyes.

“we know about your plan,” damon's voice cut through the tense silence. “jeremy spilled the beans.”

your lips curled into a sardonic smile. “ah, the ever-reliable messenger boy.”

elena's voice was sharp. “you've been manipulating us from the start.”

a fire ignited in your eyes. “i've been trying to help, in case you've forgotten.”

caroline's tone was accusatory. “by playing both sides?”

“by ensuring that i don't end up on the losing side,” you shot back, your voice dripping with disdain.

then, with a calculated move, you shifted your gaze to jeremy, whose eyes met yours with a mixture of defiance and regret. “isn't that right, gilbert?”

his voice was steady, despite the tension crackling in the room. “i told them the truth.”

“did you?” you countered, your tone laced with an edge of challenge. “or did you decide to help the team after our little chat on the curb?”

jeremy clenched his jaw. “it doesn't matter. we know your intentions now.”

a bitter laugh escaped your lips. “and you think that changes anything? i've been around for centuries, gilbert. i've seen alliances crumble and betrayals unfold. a few teenagers thinking they've got it all figured out doesn't rattle me.”

his eyes flared with anger. “you're not as untouchable as you think.”

a surge of rage fueled your next words. “try me.”

everybody else chose to back off, exiting the room in fear for their safety. one by one, the group filed out of the room, leaving you and jeremy alone. the space between you was charged, emotions and unspoken words hanging in the air like a fragile thread.

in an instant, the air was charged with electricity as jeremy lunged at you, his fist aimed at your face. you deftly sidestepped, catching his wrist in your grip before he could connect. his frustration mirrored your own, and as he tried to wrest free, you spun him around, slamming him against the wall with a force that left him momentarily breathless.

his eyes bore into yours, a mix of frustration and determination. and then, with a furious glare, he spat out the word that had always held the power to cut deep. “slut.”

you didn't flinch, your voice laced with icy disdain. “junkie.”

the room crackled with tension, a volatile mix of desire and anger simmering beneath the surface. and then, in a twist that seemed almost inevitable, his lips crashed onto yours, igniting a spark that had been smoldering all along.

rhe kiss was fierce and demanding, fueled by a potent mixture of pent-up frustration and a desire that had always been there, masked by animosity. the walls that had separated you seemed to crumble, and for a brief moment, nothing else mattered.

but as quickly as it had begun, the kiss ended, leaving you both breathless and disoriented. the room was heavy with the weight of what had transpired, an unspoken understanding of the tangled emotions that had been unearthed.

and as you stood there, the tension between you felt almost unbearable—a blend of desire and hatred, a maelstrom that defied categorization. the path ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear—the thin line between love and hate had been irrevocably blurred.

“couldn't resist me, could you, little gilbert?” you taunted, a sultry smile playing on your lips. the smudged lipstick on your bottom lip lent you a disheveled allure, a stark contrast to the tension that had gripped the room. keremy's adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his gaze locked onto yours. his heartbeat quickened, a rapid rhythm that you could almost hear, like a trapped animal trying to escape its confines. “thought you said you weren't afraid of me,” you teased, your tone suggestive.

he clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing with a mixture of frustration and desire. “i'm not.” a knowing smile curled your lips. “is that so? because it seems to me that you're standing here like a deer caught in headlights.” his cheeks flushed, a mixture of embarrassment and defiance flickering in his eyes. "you don't intimidate me."

“is that why you let me get under your skin?” you countered, your voice a low purr.

a flicker of frustration crossed his features, his hands clenching at his sides. “this doesn't change anything.”

“doesn't it?” you mused, taking a step closer, the space between you narrowing.

he held his ground, his gaze locked onto yours. “we still don't trust you.”

a humorless chuckle escaped your lips. “trust is overrated, jeremy. but i have a feeling that whatever this is between us isn't just about trust.”

his nostrils flared, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. “you're wrong.”

your lips brushed against his ear as you leaned in, your voice a whisper that sent shivers down his spine. “am i?”

for a moment, the room seemed to hang in suspended animation, the tension between you so thick you could practically taste it. the clash of emotions—attraction, defiance, and something deeper—was a battle neither of you could ignore.

and then, in a surge of movement, jeremy's lips crashed onto yours once again. the kiss was fierce, fueled by a potent mixture of desire and frustration. it was a culmination of everything that had simmered beneath the surface, a declaration of a connection that defied explanation.

as you pulled away, your lips swollen and your gaze locked onto his, the words that hung unspoken between you seemed to resonate in the air—a silent acknowledgment of the uncharted territory you had ventured into.

“i fucking hate you.” he snarled, his lips latching onto the thin surface of the crease of your neck. you let out a soft moan as you found your fingers in his hair, pulling his luscious locks. “i hate you just as much.” you retorted. there was no drawn line between desire and hatred at this point.

“you let all our friends use you like this?” he asked in a demeaning tone as he began to strip you of your clothes. your shirt was pulled over your head, leaving you in your bra and skirt. jeremy's shirt came after, your eyes travelling down his toned biceps. “you let damon and stefan make you feel this good?” he practically growled as he began kissing down your neck, leaving a trail of hungry kisses between your tits as his hands fiercely groped them, nearly tearing your bra off.

you couldn't help but moan at his touch, but you wanted all the control. “of course i don't,” you pressed your knee in between his legs, pushing upwards as you rubbed his dick through the material of his jeans. he couldn't help his heavy breathing “but they'd make me feel even better.”

in a second, your stomach was pressed to the wall. he held onto your wrists tightly with one of his hands, breath fanning your ear. you had successfully got the reaction you wanted out of him. “i wouldn't be so sure,” he taunted as he pulled your skirt down, jeans tightening even further at the sight of your black panties tucked in your ass, the amount of fat calling his name. “once i tear your pussy up, no one's gonna wanna touch you again.”

“are you sure about that?”

“absolutely positive.”

he flipped you back around, knowing he wanted you to get a good look at what was coming. his dick sprang our of his boxers, twitching mid-air. you didn't expect the sheer length of it, not from him. he was huge, you just didn't wanna fuel his ego. “i see why they call you little gilbert now.” he couldn't help but scoff, but your expressions were readable. for the first time, he wasn't the one who was afraid.

on the worn-out sofa, you were spread out for him. your hair was a mess, your makeup was a mess. your bra was in his hand as he pressed it into his nose, inhaling the scent of your desire before tossing it over his shoulder, knowing it'd be a souvenier for him later on. he was placed in between your legs, his dick pressing ever so gently against your dripping heat. he leaned forward, hands on either side of your head as he kissed you passionately.

you kissed back just as hard—hands caressing and gripping at the muscles that adorned his arms and back, clawing at them before pulling at his hair once more. you wanted him all to yourself, and it was reciprocated. he admired you as his tongue slid into your mouth, licking away at every inch. he used his free hand to tap his dick against your clit, rubbing it slowly. you pulled away, giving him a desperate look.

“i think it's your turn to beg, don't you?” you couldn't believe what you were hearing, nearly bursting into laughter at the mere thought.

“you're kidding, right?” you could take it, you were strong. you swatted his hand away, playing his game better than he had expected, taking his dick into your hand as you did exactly what he did. only this time, his patience was wearing thin. you dipped half of the tip inside of your wet heat, earning moans from him, before completely retracting. he watched the way your pussy glistened with arousal as his red, angry tips traced against your bundle of nerves. “we don't have to fuck. by all means, leave the door open. i'm sure stefan and damon would love to—”

you didn't get a warning before he slammed into you, the mentioning of their names tipping the scale for jeremy. you let out a loud moan of his name as your legs went up in the air, heels now digging into his shoulders. you were in a pure state of bliss, his thick cock buried inside your pretty pussy, and he had no intention of going easy on you.

“say that again,” he taunted, fingernails digging into your hips as he prepared himself. you were a mess, exterior breaking down as he held onto your hips. “what was that about stefan and damon?” he pounded into you relentlessly, the tip of his dick smashing into you, hitting your sweet spot faster than you had even imagined. he noticed the way you were unable to speak.

“can't believe i shut you up so fast,” he felt proud, watching the way your eyes filled up with tears as you looked up at him. he almost felt bad. “it's only been a minute and i've already fucked you stupid.” you whined at his mockery, at the way his pace quickened while he watched your pretty face and the way your tits moved with every thrust.

he removed a hand from your hip and brought it up to your face, stroking your cheek in the most brutally taunting way. it didn't last a second too long before he brought it back up—just to deliver a harsh slap to you face. you clenched around his dick, the stinging bringing you nothing but pleasure. he took notice, eyebrows rising in shock as he tsked at you.

“i like you better when you're an obedient little bitch,” he cooed, relishing in the lack of sarcastic and venomous retorts he was getting. his hand made its way back to your cheek, his thumb prodding at the crease in your lips before you reluctantly opened you mouth, letting his thumb slide in as you wrapped your tongue around it, wetting it. “that's a good fucking girl.” as a reward, he brought his hand down to your pussy, freshly wet thumb furiously rubbing your clit, earning a string of moans from you that only encouraged him to pound into you even harder.

when you came, it was at the same time. breathless pants and the smell of sex and sweat filled the room, limp bodies deciding between a round two and a glass of bourbon.

with a knowing smile, you began to straighten yourself, the disheveled remains of your earlier encounter a testament to the tangled desires that had fueled your actions. the lipstick on your bottom lip was smeared once again, your naked body bare against the sofa with the fireplace crackling in the background.

as you reached for one of damon's nearby cigars and leisurely lit it, you could feel jeremy's gaze on you—admiring, contemplative, and perhaps a touch regretful.

“you're something else,” he said, his voice a mixture of awe and resignation.

you exhaled a plume of smoke, turning to face him. “is that a compliment or a complaint, gilbert?”

he shook his head, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “i don't even know anymore.”

with a sultry smile, you leaned against the table, exhaling another puff of smoke. “mysteries make life interesting, don't you think?”

he stepped closer, his gaze tracing the contours of your face as if committing them to memory. “you could have the moonstone. take it and run.”

you raised an eyebrow, your tone teasing. “and here I thought you were brave, willing to stand up to the big, bad vampire.”

a wistful look crossed his features. “i wish i were that brave.”

with a knowing glint in your eyes, you set your cigar down and took a step toward him. “keremy, it's not about the stone anymore.”

his brows furrowed, confusion etching lines on his forehead. “then what is it about?”

you closed the distance between you, your voice softening. “ot's about more than power, more than secrets. it's about us.”

his eyes searched yours, vulnerability flickering in their depths. “and where do we go from here?”

you reached out to touch his cheek, your thumb brushing against his skin. “we go forward. together.”

he looked both amazed and conflicted, his emotions warring within him. “why would you help me?”

a genuine smile played on your lips. “because, jeremy gilbert, i've developed a fondness for you.”

his lips twitched into a half-smile. “fondness, huh?”

you nodded, your eyes locked onto his. “more than i care to admit.”

he took a deep breath, his voice gentle. “i've developed a fondness for you too.”

in that moment, the room seemed to hold its breath—a fragile bridge connecting two souls who had danced on the precipice of animosity and desire.

as you both stood there, the air heavy with the weight of unspoken words, you knew that the path ahead was uncertain, fraught with challenges and unknowns. but in each other's gaze, you found something that transcended the chaos and complexities—a shared understanding of the tangled web you'd woven and the uncharted emotions that had ignited between you.

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Little cave - Stefan Salvatore

You felt tired, so, so tired. You’d been feeling like this for the past month, you had no idea what was wrong with you and you just wanted to feel like your normal self again.

It was your fault really. You’d let the memories of your father’s death back into your mind again and of course with that came the nightmares. They attacked your mind from the inside util you were to afraid to fall asleep. So you lay there all night, every night for the past week.

This also meant that you started to push your friends and your boyfriend away. But today was a new day you thought. So with that you decided to finally leave the safe haven of your bedroom at the Salvatore Boarding House that you had not left for the past four days.

Stepping out on to the carpeted hallway you heard soft voices coming out from the kitchen. You knew it was wrong but something in your gut told you to listen in, so that’s exactly what you did.

“I just don’t know what’s wrong with her,” you heard Stefan (your boyfriend) sigh “it’s like she’s trying to act ‘depressed’ for attention. I mean what does she actually have to be sad about?!”

You could practically sense the air quotes. And with that you trailed up the stairs back up to your little cave.

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killerforklaus · 2 years

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moodboard; y/n's phone gallery

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If you love Jeremy&Bonnie (TVD) and you want reblog or like,this is the link of my reblog couples :)

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diorncoke · 9 months

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Your my little sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey⋆˙𖤓⟡˙⋆ (1/2)

🫧⋆｡°✩ summary: in the moments of being under the influence of a man who averaged out the death rate of an entire state, Stefan is tangled in finding a comfortable home for a sweet girl who has the status he hadn’t heard about in centuries.

authors note: goddess, i had a fanfic about this years ago, and i didn’t go anywhere with it. so here is that tiny space in my brain that wanted to post this :) — word count: 7.8k

🌞 characters: the vampire diaries \ college au! , jeremy gilbert , / x black! fem! little! reader .☀︎ ݁ ˖

🌞 content warning(s): no set plot line, some use of y/n, talks of anxiety attacks, reader is a wolf pup, stefan & damon being big brothers, baby babbles, ¡male lactation!, use of rattles (i want one so bad), fluff, mentions of weapons, bottles, nesting, swearing, protective tatted jeremy, littles are knowledgeable, cliche asf ;) — third person pov!

🌞 before reading: her outfit, pjs & bottle , https://pin.it/2eS7TCc , https://pin.it/5VSFrm0 https://pin.it/4DQNyfF

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ The sun reached its peak before completely shining on the state of Michigan, New Orleans, specifically in the small town area of an infamous bar owned by the well-known witch in the area. Gloria is a flamboyant soothsayer, and many would describe her as charmingly intelligent with looks that have the appearance of only being forty years old. Though she wasn't anywhere near, she was more than a hundred years old, though she was not immortal.

She held the tasks of the spirits coursing through her fingers that allowed her to create many mixtures to slow down the aging she would have been subjected to. The world she accepted was due to her knowledge of mystical objects and the magical arts she knew best.

In the area, the day was ending, while for Gloria, it was just the beginning of a long day of watching the town folk drink themselves silly at barely noon. She began by noting out the invention from last night and checking for any fruit flies that tried to find homes in her classic liquor bottles. With her wooden clipboard, she walked around the remaining spaces behind the bar running her own rancid on the boxes. Considering it to be finalized, she threw the clipboard inside a drawer before pulling out a wine glass before she eventually poured herself a small glass of Chardonnay.

The witch felt the vibrant flavour of the white wine flourish against her dry thirst perfectly. She could age the wine with access to the best wineries in the area; who would care for this damned bar like her if she wasn’t alive. With a deep breath, she gathered the bottle and glass to its rightful place, still tasting the sweet tangle in her mouth before she took it upon herself to unlock the doors without having to walk over.

She began to walk against the bar edge before she heard the bell on the top of the door ring announcing its presence to the owner. Her back faced the bar top, placing tiny red straws into cups. It had only been a few minutes of opening before she felt folks pouring in; her bar was a classic spot with plenty of folks from over a hundred years ago still coming in and out. The perks of knowing a witch in the area to keep her young, she couldn’t imagine the looks of her ancestors as they watched her as closely helping wolves and a select few humans.

She smiled to herself, thinking of her past family before she took it upon herself to drown herself in an ageless potion to pause her aging, though she knew it would catch up to her eventually. Thinking so profoundly, the hairs on the back of her neck formed a light chilling breeze feeling the presence of something beyond human. Gloria was adept at reading people and the energy they gave off into the world; she had to. Bad energy minimizes the effect on the corners of the bar she saged with.

“What brings you here? You brought a friend, I see.” She announced her knowledge to the being before she could even turn around to face him. She plopped her hand around the cups of straws to place them behind her to the top above the seating arrangements for customers.

Gloria looked up towards the infamous Klaus Mikaelson in all his glory; she didn’t have to try and give off confidence as she held the powers of her ancestors. With one flick of her wrist, he would be forced out of her bubble alongside his friend without a second thought. She took in his body language, the glint of desperation in his eyes, looking behind to the clear picture of him and the former man she had known as Stefan Salvatore. A ruthless man who forced a man to drink his wife’s blood while they laughed, though from the look of him. He looked dazed and under Klaus’ compulsion. A clear abuse of power right in front of her. The damned wolf needed something from her, witches were always pulled into vampire drama.

Before she could ask what the infamous Klaus needed. He beat her to it.

“I need help locating a certain necklace. That my dear sister lost.” The sister in question scoffed from the front door of the bench she crossed her legs against. Gloria crossed her arms, hearing the beginning banter of the sibling just like they did in the 20s. She flared her eyebrows towards the hybrid, reminding him that he genuinely wanted something from her; he would need to be serious with her. If not, get the fuck out of her bar and don’t let the door hit you on the way out.

“Hmm. Give me your hand, sweetheart.” Gloria raised her hand, awaiting the vampire to do so. The sooner she did this, the quicker she could get them out and away from her upstairs home. She grasped the soft blonde’s bloodied hand into her own, instantly feeling the dark shadows of the vampire's mind. Her first heartbreak being of a father’s betrayal, brushing his children as though they were nothing. That said, she was only here on behalf of her brother and the undying love she mindlessly had for Stefan. With a deep breath, she placed herself into the powers the necklace had for itself, scouring into the universe, looking for its source before her search stopped. She had placed the energy perfectly in a matter of time.

“There’s a girl with her friends.” However, she got more than she liked to lead. The perfect carbon copy of the woman known back then as Katerina Petrova wearing the original witches necklace dangling between her chest as her friends watched her stir a pot of chilli. The atmosphere surrounding the doppelgänger when dark as she placed herself in her energy bubble, burning the girl's flesh harshly before her ancestors pushed her out of the vision. She opened her eyes, feeling goosebumps erupting between their hands across the til of the bar.

“Yes, a dead girl with dead friends if I don’t get my necklace,” Rebekah spoke out, still feeling Gloria's hand intertwined with her own. Before the witch let go of her, standing further back from the trio of vampires. The feeling she received was not something she was used to when it came to doing spells. It was dark; even though she fused into old voodoo, this was something she wouldn’t allow herself to tap into. Regardless of what the damned wanted her to do, she needed a plan. It wasn’t only her that needed protecting.

“That’s all I got. Just images. I need more time.” Gloria truly believed she had the upper hand in giving the vampires what they wanted. She needed time, so she pursued Stefan to understand why she did what she did. In hopes, he would take in the reader who lay sleeping in the connected house without a care in the world. Continuing the notion of confidence placed her hand on the same glass she had only placed underneath the bar top. She pushed the glass of wine in between her lips and drank. Though it did nothing to tolerate her nerves, it tasted good. From the glasses eye, she watched Klaus debate giving her what she wanted before Stefan took it upon himself to take the attention away from the witch.

“Hey, you know, why don’t we just come back later? I’m hungry. I’ll let you pick who we eat.” Stefan filled the void with an enthusiastic voice while walking to the front door. Knowing the siblings weren’t looking, he scrunched his eyebrows towards the drinking witch, understanding without much words from the way her heart was beating. Stefan couldn’t help but want to know more, regardless of the circumstances of his humanity that was destroyed like a light switch. When he looked at the witch, it reminded him of Elena, the desperate look behind her chocolate brown eyes that wanted nothing more than to embrace in her soft hug. Stefan knew it wouldn’t be the same after turning the one thing that brought everything back on, but this was the first step. He wouldn’t be the man he was being compelled by.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ It was effortless to make the Mikaelsons believe Stefan had betrayed the bonded trust of what Klaus mistook as a friendship. He forgot the truth of their connection is a clear abuse of power in the twenties and used his vampirism to create fantasies that fuelled his instincts he knew deep down were of his true nature. Although it made Gloria sick to her stomach, the feeling that he could rip her throat out in the second of vulnerability. She still took the correct herbs and mashed them grinding bowl speaking to the ancestors above with nothing but salted intentions in her words.

She created a sinister scenario that led the siblings in thinking the vampire had fled to find refuge in an unfamiliar place they would seek for enough time too distracted by petty things to realize Stefan was in the outs of Michigan. A lengthy time before her dear one would be blessed in sanctuary from the darkness of that damned hybrid. Though here she was in front of the door that reminded her of what could change the rest of her life and sharing that with a vampire was something she never expected. When she first met the reader she had all intentions of harming her as she wasn’t welcomed in a place she sacrificed everything for.

All the ageless nights to be disrupted by a broken window and shattered glass she refused to let the reader allow to seep her bare feet into. She had no shoes. Gloria took a deep breath and reminded herself of the severity of the current situation.

“Stefan, do you understand that in these circumstances, I will kill you with my bare hands if she is not taken to safety? Right?” Gloria has no room for doubt or frolicking regarding the very thing behind this door. The witch was not one to keep the reader so hidden for a long duration; it was perfect, though; she had a late night practicing her shifting abilities. The memory caught her in a frenzy of smiles before the witch remembered to unlock the multiple locks on the flowery door across the stairs to the bar.

“Of course. I remember you. I’m sure you’ll do much worse. I want to understand why you have chosen me?” Stefan asked hesitantly, leaning next to the door and awaiting the dreaded conversation between them. The vampire watched her fumble with the keys to each lock before beginning the discussion. He blinked softly, crossing his arms against his chest.

“You can be good for her. Or I trust you will find someone who is. My aging remedies can’t stop the aging from catching up to me much longer. I’m getting too old to take care of her.” Anyone in the listening distance could hear the pain straining in her voice, thinking of leaving this world before she could help her little one find herself again and have the ability to be small. Gloria placed the multiple keys into the loop of her denim jeans, giving Stefan one last look over. She wanted her words to linger in his senses; this was impotent to her and her ancestors. She would not give them the impression of disappointment.

The supernatural entities heard the locks click into the ears before Gloria pushed the door open lightly, not wanting to scare the little one behind it if she had still been sleeping.

Stefan stopped in his tracks and recalled a developing scent of wolf pups that was still undergoing growth before he could get a glimpse of them. It wafted into his sensitive nostrils before he took a deep breath taking in the sweet flowery scent wanting to keep it under his nose for the rest of his immortal life. It was divine and filled with life, something he couldn’t quite comprehend behind what he surrounded himself.

Gloria looked behind her, taking in the vampire's reaction to her little one. She smiled before clicking the light switch that only turned on the fairy lights across the walls, as the pup was quite sensitive to light fixtures that beamed into her eyes. The colourful area of strawberry shortcake decor covered the entirety of the room she could barely remember the colour of the walls or floor presences to her.

The witch took a light step towards the bed covered in plushies that the reader loved to cuddle against and scent. Her favourite one to do so was of a cow named Print; he was a special thing that if you pushed a button on his foot, his stomach lit up with stars on the ceiling. Close enough to the pup, she removed the picnic table printed blanket from the reader's sleeping state. Anyone could tell she was still a pup as she didn’t wake up alarmed by others entering her room.

Gloria looked to the side of her to see the pup she had been trying to wake up with tender swats on her back and bum. Her pretty doe ( eye colour ) opened up to the familiar face above her cradling face.

“Who is she? I haven’t seen littles in centuries. How did you find her?” Stefan hadn’t uttered a word in some time. He couldn’t bring himself to. He couldn’t vaguely remember when everyone had taken in people with smaller headspaces to fill the void for the undermining issue of no children for quite a while. The man stepped into the occupied territory before closing the door quietly, letting the question linger for an answer to meet.

“Hm. Her name is y/n. The poor thing was sent to kill me. Many folks in her pack believed she was an abomination and sent her to kill a witch. They hoped I would kill her. Boy, were they wrong? I fell in love with taking care of her. I don’t have any children of my own, you see.” Gloria believed the spirits called the reader to herself, guiding her through the hardships of life til she finally found someone who cared for her. Which is why she is the woman she is today. Gloria glanced towards the girl before taking a deep breath, knowing Stefan was not here to hear the whole story. However, she might have been wrong. The heavy vampire's eyes glanced at her baby beyond anything she had seen from the first time she met him. It was soft but short, knowing he had a reputation to uphold despite having no humanity.

“What happened to this pack?”

“I burned every single one of them to the bone. It took a lot, but I did it to protect her.” Gloria smiled, maneuvering the little so she rested against her shoulders rather than flush on her lap and pillow. She pushed her nose against her freshly washed hair, breathing in the brisk relaxing air surrounding her. It calmed her down in ways she didn’t know; coming into this room was a breath of fresh air. She would miss the comfort of her.

“I’ve kept her far too long from a pack. She needs one, Stefan. She won’t survive much longer with just me.” Before the vampire could speak, she quickly stated how long the reader had been away from the ritual of piling clothing and items; she loved to create the perfect area for a quiet hibernation. The reader's old pack was big on the little ones to ensure they were comforted in ways that some had seen as prehistoric for this day in age. Doing so was the first time in years of waiting to be found by Gloria that she created a nest. Gloria grimaced, feeling the painful memories of her pup during the nightly hour of how she craved to cuddle into her neck and scent her as pack members did.

“I will help you. I know someone who will take her in.” He heard her plead, thinking someone he had broken the heart of would understand his place in the vampire empire. He would beg on his knees to Elena after seeing the beautiful little creature grasping Gloria’s hand. Though, deep down this would be the perfect distraction to his whereabouts if they had a little one to take care of.

Stefan watched the witch place her black nail tapping the pup's squished face against her shoulder as she blinked slowly and softly, taking in the presence and warmth through the connected skin. The yawn, so simple yet cute from her chest, left a pout on her lips from the dryness that came with it. The blanket was sitting perfectly, squished around her legs and stomach though he could still see the flare of freckles on the reader's shoulders and stomach that were out, dancing for his eyes to consume. The vampire was attentive to everything she did, including the deafness of not hearing Gloria introducing him to the wolf before him. Eventually, seeing her ( eye colour ) eyes turn towards his own with a hint of curiosity. All he could do was place his sweaty hand on his pants to get rid of the wetness that came with being in this room.

“H-hello.” He called to her, seeing her sit up more comfortably in Gloria's lap. She fiddled with the hair in braids with her pink-coated fingers, twirling around each lock before she gave the courage to smile at the man. Before she eventually hid her face into Gloria's shoulders with a giggle. She was adorable in his eyes, though he wasn’t sure what to do. Was he supposed to continue standing awkwardly, or maybe he should sit on the chair on the opposing side of the bed? Though he didn’t sit unknowingly for long as Gloria picked up on his hesitance.

“You can sit. She’ll want to scent you eventually. If that’s alright?” Gloria asked, hoping it would be something he was comfortable with; it was something she did as not only a greeting but a nighttime routine when it came to accompanying a new member. They watched her lean away from the witch's lap and chest, awaiting Stefan to grasp her hand into his own. In doing so, she couldn’t help but try and place his hand close to the bottle that was empty on the side table he was sitting beside. She was building up quite an appetite.

“H-Hi.” She made sure to use her manners like Miss Gloria taught her. Her voice came out much more reluctant than she anticipated, she hadn’t seen many visitors in her time here. Most of the time she played by herself in her room or sometimes watched the people of New Orleans walk the street at nighttime. She gazed upon the burly man, taking in his presence that made her wolf whine on the inside. Something about his scent notified her that there was a part of him missing. Before she could dwell longer her mama interrupted her train of thoughts.

“Would you like to feed her?” The witch questioned, hoping he would, it was unfortunate, but she would have to understand she would no longer be the one to take care of the reader. Her heart was crushed just thinking about removing the littles' favourite pieces in the room condensed into a tote bag within the hour. Smiling sadly at the precious pup in her arms playing with the vampire's fingers, she distracted herself by creating a bottle of pure milk into the once empty one on the side table.

“Up and about. There you go, my little love.”

Stefan smiled for the first time in a while since he had given his humanity to Klaus without repercussions or any thoughts filling his mind thinking of the death of the love of his life. Before he could think further he felt the flush of the wolf's head find its way to his shoulders awaiting the bottle he held with no use from him. The previous scent of her hair crème against her raven skin was heaven-sent, he couldn't imagine comparing this to anything else. He breathed in deep that savoury scent he could relish in for the entirety of his life. It was almost off how comfortable she got in his arms and scented him, so different from each fight he had with vampires and full grow werewolves. The pup was so trusting or the most obvious was the fact that her caregiver was only a foot away and held powers of a thousand witches in the palm of her hand.

“It’s now or never Stefan. She’s getting fussy.” Gloria became fond of the quick response to her words the vampire had. The man maneuvered the reader close to the inner elbow of his arm, cradling her head against it for support. Before he began aligning the bottle to her already open and starving mouth and soon she began suckling. They both heard the sounds that resembled a baby drinking its mothers' nutrition in the early morning before starting the day. In other circumstances, Gloria would begin feeding her while walking to the common areas of the apartment to collect the things the little one would need to start the day. Or the reader would do it herself when she was feeling older.

A hesitant smile formed on his lips holding the reader's head against the left inner elbow not before using the gentlest touch to move the strands of curls that stuck out against her face. With a deep breath, he scooped up the bottle that mysteriously had filled with warm milk into his right hand aligning it to the hungry little one in his arms. Stefan observed her movements like he was sightseeing, her lips covered the nipple of the bottle before it filled her mouth with droplets of milk filling her growling belly. The sounds of tiny suckles filled the supernatural entities with pure joy. The thoughts of keeping the image of being this ripper disappeared into the room's environment into nothing. This moment here was something so beautiful he didn’t want to give her up to Damon and Elena.

Pushing these sinister thoughts away he watched his hands without much knowledge of what he was doing, to the side of the reader's hips in a rhythm he memorized his late mother used when he was younger. He could feel the pup's chest vibrate liking the sensation of his rough hands patting her soothingly. Soon enough she engulfed the bottle in twelve consecutive minutes leaving her mouth to make a recall sound letting him know she was finished.

Knowing of the routine Gloria grasped a cloth into her own before placing it on Stefan’s shoulders. Connected eyes with him she nodded, watching the vampire softly place the reader's head on his shoulder to burp the pesky bubbles out of her belly. He laughed to himself seeing the eyes of pups closed calmly and how her legs were like jelly against his torso. It was quite a sight.

Once she burped out anything that was stuck in her throat watching her mama pull away to cloth before she squished her face into Stefan’s neck. She hoped to stay in this crevice of his body for a while, none of her stuffies gave her this feeling, maybe because they weren’t real.

“She likes you.” Gloria beamed sadly holding the empty bottle, getting up smoothly border taking her leave of the room. She had to prepare to clean and pack a bag for her little one. As well, to make a herbal tea she would ask Stefan to have her drink from time to time to protect her energy. She hoped the deranged hybrid won’t find the lost wolf pup as he would change her to be like him like the speed of light. Fuck she couldn’t bring herself to just abandon the poor thing, she would need some form of an excuse to see her every month.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ Damon swindled his way against the chilled bathtub of the bathroom connected to his bedroom. His back barely hit the cool bottom of the tub before he began looking for a more comfortable position. The man being over a hundred forty-five vampires had its kinks and one of them was stubborn on his back and neck. The damned thing clicked out of place at any given moment after he had fought an idiot who dared to attack the drunken asshole. He tense before letting out a sigh in content, it wasn’t long before he pulled the bottle of champagne from the bathroom floor into a glass.

A swift swallow in relaxation reminded him of the times he was human, laying out against the grass and the sun beamed on his milk skin for hours before he was rudely pulled out of that blissful state by his overbearing father. Maybe that was why he was the way he was, the dammed. The recoil of his fathers' disapproval secretly mended him to the vampire he was today. Godsend. He began distracting himself from his thoughts of his personality that somehow some tolerated by pouring an overload of bubble bath that was scented of husk from dear Elena into the bath. The white substance coated the body deliberately, pure relaxation was a must in this state. Hey! vampire can like bubble baths too.

Though, there wasn’t much he could think of when he was left alone with his thoughts running wild into spaces he concealed with impulsive decisions without thinking about the consequences for anyone involved. A common goal was all that he knew and clouded his judgement, like Elena. How much she wanted to know here Stefan did with his time while being in the presence of an original vampire that tortured for fun.

Damon lived for torment but when it came to his brother, who would come back into his life to take the girl he loved right back out from under him. He still wanted his little brother, the one who banter amongst either of the Mystic Falls humans they still fought like hell for. He laughed to himself getting sentimental placing the glass of champagne on his lips and taking a long sip.

It didn’t last long. His eyes plummeted at the sound of his front door opening, heavy footsteps and a scent of something he hadn’t smelt covered his nostrils more than the bubbles did. Damon gritted his teeth, swirling his head in distaste before forcing the bottle of champagne on the floor lifting himself to stand tall. The suds fell slowly down his body promptly to his feet that extended outside the tub. His motion cause water to pool onto the floor, though it would dry he would be dammed to know who entered the Salvatore home unannounced. Adding to the fact they ruined his needed self-care.

Before departing to the area where he knew the culprit would be, he placed a black robe around his body and tied the given straps on top of his waist. Damon made his way underneath the bedside table that hid a wooden stake for the times Katherine made appearances. He felt his weight shift between each step to the downstairs corridor before he became dazed with a familiar scent. The vampire was quick but cautious in his movements as before he wasn’t sure who had made their way into his home but now he was. The husk of a teenage boy sat alarmingly quiet at the fireplace, facing the floor before Damon stepped on a cracking piece of the floor. He was quite surprised by the confidence of the dead Jeremy Gilbert who was here to try his best to kill him that awfully made stake he was fiddling with. Thank goodness he wasn’t really in the mood to fight ninja turtles right now.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Damon questioned allowing it to linger in the boy's ear before he walked closer to the bar table to pour himself a drink of course. The teen looked as if he had seen a ghost, the man knew of his presence before he did. Jeremy sucked in a breath through his teeth removing the hoodie that was placed on his head. His black shaggy hair flopped on his forehead peeking through it. He thought lengthy to what the man had stated to him, his sister was preoccupied with Stefan’s whereabouts to know he was planning on killing Damon with the poorly made stake. Neither did he expect the vampire to continue pouring a glass of bourbon picking one up to give to him. They both sighed contently in each-others presence drowning in the sorrows of their siblings' absence.

“Did you come here to kill me? You’ll need a better weapon.”

“It’s only fair you did kill me.” Jeremy gave a smug look on his face knowing he wore a ring that prevented him from meeting the other side of being amongst the living. Although the facade was seen by those who looked close enough, he was constantly reminded by the trip there left him cold, leading him to understand he was meant to look for his body. His against the odds of staying in this state for too long could lead to him being stuck. Although Jeremys' body was close, he still felt his soul shift energies leaving him eerie and dark trying to find something to fill that void. He thought by killing Damon it would.

“Look I don’t do the big brother thing very well. Sorry, I don’t have any milk and cookies to offer you.” The brunette bit his lip feeling a heavy ache on his shoulders hearing his words. He knew to never expect anything less from the vampire, but maybe if he gave him some sort of closure he wouldn’t have been struck by gloom. It was almost like a cloud of it shadowed his being with no regard for why it sat polished on his shoulders.

That once smug look on his face turned sour.

“Dick.” To pick up where he left off he stood abruptly from the chair he sat in, taking his final departure from the Salvatore boarding house. The sound of the glass that was once being held in his hand alongside the stake felt broken on the carpet. The teen couldn’t care less about the mess he was making in a vampire's home, the guy was an asshole and he didn’t deserve his sisters' attention or the unrecognized love she had for him. There was almost steam coming from the top of his head from the fumes, he took one look back at the vampire before he finally walked his way to the front door.

A deep breath came from his chest pulling on the door handle, however, he didn’t expect to see the unpredictable.

Stefan Salvatore standing with his hands in his leather jacket. He liked almost the same except for the worn look of fatigue on his face, it showed heavily underneath his eyelids. The age of being under the compulsion of a damned hybrid they forced those around him to be the same. Klaus and his ways didn’t care about the ones that sat and were forced to watch. Jeremy couldn’t mask the shocked face he displayed to the vampire without thinking back to the question of why he was here, to begin with. How much more shit could Elena deal with before she snapped at seeing him again?

“Jeremy.” Stefan's voice sounded nothing less than smug sighting the shocked look that struck on his face. The act of surprise was something the vampire secretly loved when it came to victims thinking they were safe then he would display his presence to them. It wasn’t the same way as he looked Jeremy, the boy had grown taller from what he could imagine was only four inches higher than himself. Though was the young Gilbert even at the boarding house, to begin with? Had Damon had him under some stupid spiel to get Elena in his good graces?

Stefan bit his tongue from using his uncontrollable words in the man’s presence that he knew was sitting on the couch facing the unlit fireplace. He took one last breath before asking Jeremy a simple question so he could ask his brother for a favour. Though before he could the boy beat him to it.

“Damon you might want to come here.”

“Look, Jeremy, I’ll say I’m sorry. I’m not good with this whole thing.” Damon took several steps to the entryway of his home before his words died off at the end. He felt frozen in his spot, he indeed didn’t expect to see Stefan again after the star he left in. Was he here with the hybrid? The vampire shrugged his arms over themselves displaying his distaste for him to come back to Mystic Falls too soon for Elena’s sake. With a glance to Jeremy who had a look in his eyes, he bite his tongue before speaking.

“And what are you doing here Stefan?” Damon questioned smouldering the non-existent attendance he had in his mind. He caught his brother unattended looking at the parked car that was sloppily parked in the driveway. Hearing those words, Stefan took a step back, he of course knew his presence would strike some nerves from everyone but to see it on full display alarmed a certain part of his brain to push itself to the surface once again. He had been fighting it all day. His humanity. Not only from the wolf pup that would probably be waking up anytime soon from the unmoving car for something to eat. But to pass by the places that he and Elena would always visit. Goodness, he needs to get out of Mystic Falls before he goes back to Klaus and smells the humanity on him.

“I need a favour.”

“So you show up unannounced asking for a favour? Fuck off, Stefan.” The young Salvatore flared his eyebrows close to the gap between his eyelids, he couldn’t recall a time he was genuinely unhappy to see him. Border he lashed out from the scoff that came from the door almost being slammed in his face. He watched Jeremy move his foot forward before the gap closed between the two worlds. The boy walked in front of Damon gifting the man a look to go on pleading for whatever this favour would be.

“Wait here. I’ll go get it.” It? Was it some silly little book that would eventually curse all the bloodlines that so happen to be inside the boarding house? They both gave each other a look before watching Stefan gravitate toward the truck that we most definitely not his. With a deep breath, he placed his hand on the truck handle pulling it open to reveal a distressed little one that was biting the surrounding areas of her fingernails. She had been awake a lot longer than he intended, he felt so bad knowing she was strapped between the seatbelts and blanket he pressed into the sides of her legs. The tears that silently streamed down her face didn’t help the decision he would make by leaving her with his demented older brother. Maybe instead he could have him convince Elena too, goodness this was all just a dumb idea he got way too in over his head.

But as he looked at her grabby hands she gave him and the thick lashes that were smudged against the tears, he swallowed thickly. Y/n didn’t deserve people debating on whether or not she would have a life of comfort. He began removing the blankets and then the seatbelts to formally place her against his chest so that if he needed he could high tail out of there before any of them could taint her mind. The reader's tears became yesterday's problem once she felt Stefan’s finger swipe the water away from pooling against her freckled cheeks. Then her head was softly placed against her newly favourite place between his shoulder and neck with a soft hand on the back of her head. Before she felt the soft blanket she was once cradled against on her back once more. It was her favourite scent, between Gloria and her bed back home with her. She kissed her already and it barely was a day.

“I have people I want you to meet. Trust me. I won’t let anything happen to you. Okay?” Stefan looked down at the girl's cradled figure on this side of his chest awaiting a response before he turned around to face the curiosity of Damon and Jeremy. He smiled softly to himself at what his current state was, a little in his arms while holding a diaper bag filled with everything she needed. If you would have told him this is what his life would look like a year ago, he would have looked at you as if you were crazy. He felt her nod against his chest before he eventually took a step to not only close the truck door but to face the entryway of the Salvatore boarding house.

Damon was the first to react to the newcomer in the man’s arms, pushing his way between the doorway his curiosity taking over everything he was planning on being. He truly didn’t expect to be in the sight of something so small in the presence of someone like himself. The vampire took a step back to observe from the sidelines watching Jeremy behave differently. He took it upon himself to grab the bag from Stefan’s left hand. He picked up on the scent of something he hadn’t smelled since he killed Mason Lockwood in this very home. Though it struck of something lighter and less potent as if it was smaller. This being was a pup of a werewolf pack but didn’t smell of though it was currently a part of one.

Jeremy couldn’t help himself from taking the tiniest glance at the bundle of joy wrapped in the thickest blanket he had seen attached to none other than a vampire that had almost killed his dear sister. He proceeded to walk into the living room to place the light pink diaper bag next to the couch. Y/n took in the world around, the deep darkness of the wooden panels that filled the unknown place that Stefan seemed so familiar with. She scented the place with a wiggly nose before her breath caught in the back of her throat feeling someone come close enough to grab her baby bag. Was this man a thief?

“H-hi.” She broke the light silence that filled the room she was walking into, on top of the fact that her mama had always told her to be nice to those who deserved it. She lifted her head slightly getting a better look at the brunette who was somewhat human in the room of supernatural entities. No one could deny the atmosphere of the room change as she was softly placed on the couch away from the warmth of Stefan’s chest and neck. She kept a small smile on her face pacing her tiny hand in front of the blanket that was tribally placed on her lap and socked feet.

“Care to explain?” Damon questioned allowing it to linger in the air barely taking his eyes off the wolf pup on his couch. He gripped the robe closer to his skin, gifting them both his signature smirk that would work for those under his charms. The vampire took a glance at his little brother, the worn fatigue and clear deepness under his eyes from the lengthy trip of being Klaus’ pet. The slight cherry hue on his lips from the possibility of ravishing a human before coming to Mystic Falls. He couldn’t acknowledge the unknown scent that seemed to come full force through his heightened senses.

Stefan took a slight breath before he dumped everything that happened in last hours since he left high and dry from Mystic Falls all together. He carried himself from his standing position to sitting himself next the little that was already hoping he would. The reader was already appreciating his presences and the beautiful ring that sat on his finger she liked to play with.

“Would you mind taking her to the kitchen to grab a snack for her, Jer?” This surprised him completely he hadn’t expected himself to be so fond of someone’s feelings despite his humanity being on the outs. The vampire couldn’t help himself in doing so, he continued to hold her hand for a few seconds with a dewy smile on his face. Before he gasped the bag was on the floor of the couch to hand to Jeremy. He jerked his head towards the kitchen awaiting his response before hearing the boy tell her about the animal-shaped crackers she never had before in the cabinet.

( No one cares about their banter. NEXT!)

The reader wrapped her tiny hand in between the unfamiliar male's hand feeling the light texture of tattoos she subconsciously traced with her painted fingers. She could already feel the rising warmth that came from being head to chest with the waking figure towards the deepness of the kitchen. It was beautiful, though it seemed to be unused compared to the one her mama had. All she recognized was the raging amounts of alcohol on the opposing sides of the sodden stools in front of the counter. The wolf began to lose the skip in her steps as she felt the man slow down his pace. She took a glance upwards to gift the man a small smile, though he was already looking at her feeling nervous by his gaze she lifted her other hand and gifted him a small wave.

“Hi. I’m y/n. Y-You’re Jeremy, right?” It was weird just how comfortable she was being pooled into those pretty chocolate soul catches he called his eyes. She felt him move his gaze over her face causing a slip of a stutter to come front at the end seeing him do so. They both stood in from the counters of the kitchen taking in each other's beings while she took in his delicate human scent she hadn’t been around in years since with Mama. Jeremy almost had a heart attack hearing the words she stuttered over, licking his dry lips trying to find the right thing to say to her. He noticed that he was still holding her in comparison to his small hand didn’t help.

“Yeah, I am. What do you want for a snack, little lady?”Jeremy shook their intertwined to regain her attention from his face. Although he would never consider himself cocky in any way he still smirked internally after seeing her blink away her dewy eyes away from his. He pulls her hand once more finally taking the long awaiting stop to the fridge for her to see. The reader took in the minimal amount of snacks and drinks that were in it. She knew they were vampires by holy was there only a half-full orange juice container, a cartoon of eggs and expired milk. Although she was disappointed she removed her hand from Jeremy feelings intensely cold from the action to proceed to open the diaper bag to find her favourite snacks.

She handled him the basic puffs of strawberry banana bites that quite literally melted in her mouth. Not even acknowledging the mess she created in the bag she continued to display the puffs to Jeremy who gladly opened the container not before popping one in his mouth to her distaste after handing them back to her.

“Can I have some orange juice?” The reader questioned the man messily eating standing chest to chest to the man liking the feeling of his fluffy sweatshirt on her cheek. Her chin rested perfectly there looking upwards with that stupidly cute dimple that showed, switching between each eye of his to look a tiny bit closer. Jeremy pinched his fingernail on his palm looking down at her chubby cheeks and light wash of powder from the puffs. He reminded his hand from the sides of his body to lightly brush away the powder that stuck to her lips and slightly in her cheeks.

“Uh yeah. Why don’t you go sit in the chair, okay?”At first, watched her struggle to climb on the spinning chair but gave up in the mix of it. The man took it upon himself to quietly ask her if she wanted any help. So here he was softly placing his hands underneath her armpits to lift her to sit against the chair. The warmth of each other's skin to skin gave off a rumble between each-other chests that could have easily been mistaken for a hungry cry. But to a wolf pup, it was something completely different in her eyes. She began by taking in his eyes like they were meant to uphold hers, before feeling the chilled barstool he ever so gently placed her on top. They both felt instantly disappointed without the skin to skin but she still happily thanked him for doing, kindly offering him a puff in his much larger hand. Jeremy could help but smile at a small gesture, he took a step back to the opposing countertop to look at the diaper bag that he had previously placed on the dining room table a mason jar of vervain and herbs assorted inside, taking a glance back to y/n that was currently swaying her legs to the hums of her own throat. He turned back around to look at the mixture not thinking much longer to crumble them inside the juice before closing it back up and shaking it to face the girl.

“Maybe we can hang out sometime? Away from the supernatural, the vampire kind at least.” Jeremy placed the bottle to her lips as her hands were occupied by the puffs and looking around distracted by none other than himself. Still suckling on the off-tasting orange juice, that chilled her dry thirst as she began to nod at his question. He removed the bottle from her mouth allowing her to gift herself with the glory of his, all she thought of was how much she would love to be lifted by his arms and held close like she was with Stefan just a moment prior. They looked into each other's eyes warmly gifting one other a smile before they both liked away.

Across the home in the living room, two vampires listened closely to the little one's mannerisms toward the unseen boy and the way he spoke softly and seemed so smitten by one other so quickly. It was clear that part of herself was called to the boy named Jeremy. Gloria was right, he might have been the thing to encounter to meet the person who was perfect for her.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ part two

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le-sluagh · 3 months

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Golden Hour - Fnaf AU - Page 6-10

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elementalwriter67 · 2 years

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They Know

Pairing: Klaus x Reader

Word Count: 6322

Please Help me, First Turn, How Bout a Dance, Second Turn and Strained Bonds, A Choice is Made, Happy Birthday, Decade Dance, A Kidnapping, A Death in the Family, It Should Have Been you

A/n: I’m still writing this I just have shit time management skills.

Summary: With the reveal of Klaus still being alive your secret comes to life as certain members of the Mystic Falls gang now learn what you are, and just how similar to the Mikaelson's you really are.

“Nik?” You breathed out as you stared up at Tyler’s face with wide disbelieving eyes. He looked back at you with a satisfied smile resting on his face that just looked so much like a look that Klaus would give you.

“Hello, love. It’s not the original model I know, but it’s not a bad spare to use is it?” He commented as he smoothed his hands down his front straightening out his shirt with such a disgusted look on his face that it could only be Klaus inside of him.

“I… but… but how… who did you even… how? How is this possible?” You shouted at him as you ran your fingers through your hair struggling to make sense of the information that had just been given to you. Struggling to make sense of the fact that Klaus was now technically standing in front of you still very much alive and the fact that even though he was alive that hole inside of you was still there. That it still felt like someone had cut something away from you with a rusty knife despite the fact that he was still standing in front of you for the most part alive and well. It didn’t make sense to you how you could still feel so empty, so broken because mentally you were acknowledging the fact that Klaus is alive, that he’s still technically standing in front of you because it had to be Klaus inside of Tyler’s body why else would he have saved you over Caroline it’s the only thing that made sense. But despite that fact though physically it’s like you’re body wasn’t acknowledging anything. Physically it didn’t matter to you that Klaus was technically standing in front of you, all that mattered to not just you but also your wolf was the fact that even if it is Klaus inside Tyler’s body it’s still Tyler not Klaus. Because physically Klaus still may as well be dead and a pile of ash inside a coffin. Because physically Alaric had killed him and physically he was gone so it didn’t matter to your heart or to your wolf that he was standing in front of you inside Tyler’s body cause it’s still Tyler no matter which way you look at it. You swallowed down the lump that had begun to form in your throat as you shook your head forcing yourself to stop your spiral as you focused on Tyler again.

“Turns out that Bennett witch is far more loyal and concerned about her friends lives than any of them thought,” He explained. Mentally you thanked Bonnie for caring enough about Elena to have saved Klaus for you as you thought that though something else clicked inside of your head that had you narrowing your eyes at Tyler/Klaus.

“Wait a second, if Bonnie put you inside Tyler’s body then that means she had to have done it before Alaric killed you so have you been inside of Tyler’s body this whole time?” You asked him your voice terrifyingly calm as you looked at him and he at the very least had the audacity to look sheepish as he nodded his head.

“Yes,” He stated. You nodded your head slowly as you licked your lips before biting down on your bottom lip and before he could think to do anything you were hitting him on the chest.

“You fucking asshole! You’ve been inside of Tyler this whole fucking time and you didn’t think to tell me!” You screamed at him your anger suddenly rising up in you again. You took a step forward and shoved him with all of the strength that you possessed. A sense of satisfaction washed over you as you watched him stumble back away from you but you didn’t let him get far as you closed the distance between the two fo you and you hit him again.

“I thought you were dead! I thought you had died you selfish bastard! Why didn’t you come find me? Why didn’t you come and tell any of us! We mourned you! You selfish fucking bastard! Do you have any idea what I went through?” You shouted at him as you went to hit him again but he easily caught your wrist. You growled at him and went to hit him with your other hand but he just as easily caught that one, and you snarled at him as you pulled against his grip trying to break free so you could hit him.

“That’s enough love, I let you get in a few free hits but you’ll get no more,” He warned you and your sneered at him as you thrashed in his hold. His hands wrapped around your wrists were burning you again and the burning sensation only fueled your anger as you tried to break free of his hold.

“Let go of me you selfish bastard! You should have told me you were alive! Do you have any idea what I went through? What any of us went through when you died?! It felt like a part of me had been ripped out! Like a part of me had died when I thought you were dead and now you tell me that you’ve been alive this whole fucking time! Let go of me!” You screamed at him as you tried to drop to your knees but he easily caught you his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against Tyler’s chest. You growled low in your throat fighting against the burning sensation in your eyes and his hold as you pushed on his chest with your hands, trying to break out of his hold but he held on strong refusing to let you go. His face softened when he saw the way your frustrated tears fell down your face and he reached up with one hand to wipe the tears away but you jerked your head out of the way. He frowned momentarily but made no attempt to wipe your tears away again instead allowing you to do it on your own as you calmed slightly.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were alive Nik?” You asked him as you looked up at him, your eyes still wet with unshed tears. His arms tightened around your waist as he swallowed and you did your best to ignore the burning sensation that was steadily increasing in intensity the longer he held on to you.

“Because I had been hoping that the next time I saw you it would be after I’d already been put back into my original body, it was never my intention to hurt you love nor to keep this hidden from you for long but the Bennett witch is far more stubborn than she looks.” He explained and you sniffled the anger that you had felt fizzling out to that nothingness again as you pushed against his chest unable to take the burning anymore.

“Yeah well you did, you ass,” You grumbled still trying to get out of his hold but he held on to you still refusing to let go of you. “Nik, let go of me, it hurts.” And just like that his hands were off of you and he was taking a step back from you and you breathed out in relief the burning sensation beginning to fade away finally.

“Love, are you ok?” He asked you as he looked you over taking note of the relief that had seemingly flooded your body when he’d let go of you. The burning sensation that you felt whenever he touched you, and the disgusted shiver that’d raced down your spine when he’d called you love again only served to remind you of the fact that even though it was Klaus inside Tyler’s body it was still ultimately Tyler and not Klaus.

“Love?” He pressed when you didn’t immediately answer and you took in a deep breathe.

“I’m fine Nik, I just… I’m glad that you’re still alive even though I’m pissed off at you for not telling me sooner that you were alive,” You told him deciding it would be best to keep the fact that people’s touch had been burning you lately to yourself. Besides none of you had the time right now to figure out why it was suddenly burning you when someone else touched you. A small smile spread across his face as he looked at you and you gave him a little half smile before you let out a small sigh.

“Ok, so what do we do now?” You asked him and a serious expression spread across his face as he looked at you.

“Now, I bring you to the Lockwood Cellar where my original body is currently being hidden and then I will go and convince that Bennett witch to put me back in my original body I can’t stay in this one any longer that much is clear.” He stated as he stepped forward to take you in his arms so he could do just that but you took a quick step back your eyes widening.

“What? No! You’re not leaving me behind, I’m coming with you while you go to face Bonnie!” You shouted at him and he pressed his lips into a hard line annoyance and frustration flickering across his face as he looked at you.

“No you’re not, your life has already been in jeopardy once already today I won’t be putting at risk again, now come with me.” He made another grab for you but you jumped out of the way with a scuff as you rolled your eyes.

“No, I’m not. I’m not going to let you serquester me away in some dank and dusty cellar just because you think that I can’t handle Bonnie of all people, so I’m going with you whether you like it or not.” You stated as you crossed your arms over your chest and took another step away from him when he tried to grab you again. You glared at him and he glared right back his eyes full of annoyance and anger as he looked at you.

“No, you’re not.” He growled out his eyes glowing a faint reddish yellow and you could feel Tyler’s wolf trying to push his aura onto yours trying to force you into submission. But Tyler’s wolf’s aura was weak and pathetic when compared to your own and much more weak and pathetic when compared to Klaus’ natural wolf aura when he isn’t pushing his aura onto other people.

“Yes I am so either you take me with you or I follow you to wherever Bonnie is after you try and leave me behind, and trust me Nik it’s not going to be a hard thing to do Tyler’s scent is potent and lasting.” You threatened him. Tyler stared down at you still trying to push you into submission using his aura but you pushed back with your own. Determination filled your eyes as you stared at him and there was a very tense silence as the two of you continued to stare at each other. Sighing heavily he reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes and he kept his eyes closed for a solid minute while you smiled up at him already knowing that you had won this argument.

“You’re not going to give up on this are you?” He asked as he opened his eyes again to look down at you and you nodded your head.

“No I’m not, besides you’re going to need my help with Bonnie. You may be in Tyler’s body but you’re still Nik on the inside and she still hates your guts,” You stated and he made a face of agreement. He was silent for a moment again as he looked you over before sighing just as heavily as before and reluctantly nodding his head.

“Alright, fine. You can come, but the moment things start to get dangerous I’m getting you out of there, and more importantly the second I’m back in my original body I will be getting you out of there and there will be no complaints about it got it?” He bit out and your grin grew as you nodded your head.

“Understood now lets go, I’m tired of looking at Tyler’s used q-tip face,” You stated as you clapped your hands together. Tyler chuckled as he shook his head and took two quick strides towards you before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against his body. You ignored the way your skin blistered and burned at the contact, and the disgusted shiver that raced down your spine as well. God you couldn’t wait to get Klaus back in his original body to hopefully make this burning sensation go away.

“You do realize that once we do this, they’ll know about your connection to me and there will be no more hiding it after this,” He reminded you and you sighed softly.

“Yeah I know, but to be completely honest with you I haven’t been friends with them for a long time now and I think it’s time that they all realize that don’t you?” You asked him as you looked up at him and a wide pride filled smile spread across Tyler’s face as he looked down at you. In that moment you felt a weight lift off your shoulders a sense of freedom spreading throughout you as you realized that now you wouldn’t have to hide from them anymore. You wouldn’t have to be worried about them finding out you were with Klaus or that you were friends with his siblings. You were free now. Free to be friends with who you wished and to do what you wished without worrying about what the others would think or say about your actions. You were free to finally be you and it was the best feeling in the world right now. You grinned back up at Tyler and you felt his grip tighten just a fraction around your waist as he pressed you closer.

“Then lets go get my original body back,” He stated and in the next instant the world around you was nothing but a blur. You hid your face in Tyler’s chest trying to save yourself from the worst of the disorientation that speeding around like this caused you. It wasn’t until you felt Tyler come to a stand still and his arms slip away from your body that you lifted your head from his chest. Turning around your eyes widened slightly when you were greeted with not only the sight of the Old Witch House basement but also Bonnie and Jeremy standing a few feet away from the two of you. Their eyes were just as wide as yours as they looked between you and Tyler.

“(Y/N)?” Bonnie murmured as she looked between you and Tyler concern shinning brightly in her eyes.

“(Y/N)? Tyler? What are you two doing here? And Tyler I thought you were dead?” Jeremy asked the confusion and relief clear on his face as he took a step towards the two of you. Bonnie’s hand shot out grabbing a hold of Jeremy’s shoulder before he could get any further and at the same time Tyler was moving in front of you, shoving you behind him.

“Jeremy stop, that’s not Tyler,” Bonnie looked away from Jeremy and back towards the two of you. “Not entirely at least.” She finished. Jeremy’s brow furrowed as he looked from Bonnie and towards the two of you and he opened his mouth to say something but Bonnie cut him off.

“What are you doing here Klaus? Why do you have (Y/N)? What do you plan on doing to her?” Bonnie bit out. You bit the inside of your lip as you watched Tyler take a step towards the two of them.

“Nothing yet, so long as you do what I tell you too.” He threatened and you glanced from Tyler to Bonnie and Jeremy to see the two of them looking at Tyler with both anger and worry shinning in their eyes.

“And what is that?” Bonnie asked him and he smirked at the two of them.

“I want my original body back, now.” He ordered and both Bonnie and Jeremy tensed as they looked at him.

“What no way!”

“I can’t.” Bonnie and Jeremy said at the same time and you watched as Tyler tensed. You could feel his aura start to push out looking to force someone into submission and you clenched your fists besides you watching him closely waiting for him to launch into an attack.

“And why not? You had were able to put me in here in the frist place so, surely you should be able to put me back no problem,” He growled out and Bonnie audibly gulped.

“I did but I can’t now I’m not strong enough to do it now,” She said and Tyler let out a low growl as he took a step towards her. Jeremy reacted instantly by taking a step forward putting himself between Bonnie and Tyler not that it would do him much good when facing a hybrid.

“What do you mean you’re not strong enough to do it?” Tyler growled and you didn’t need to be looking at him to know that his eyes were most likely glowing right now. Bonnie shifted as she looked frantically between you and Tyler like you would be able to actually do something against him.

“I… I upset the spirits by trying to save Elena, I can’t use that kind of magic again it’s too dangerous,” She confessed and you froze. Your eyes widened as you felt your wolf slowly raise it’s head inside of you as you balled your hands into fists, a white hot anger began burning in your chest.

“What?” Your voice was terrifyingly calm as you stepped out fully from behind Tyler. Both Jeremy and Bonnie shared a confused look before turning those look onto you. You were currently doing everything that you could to hold back your wolf and the anger that was threatening to burn you alive at the very knowledge that there was a chance that Elena wasn’t dead. That the woman who was responsible for all of this, the woman who was at the epicenter of everything bad that had ever happened to you was actually still alive and not dead like she was supposed to fucking be.

“I,” Bonnie cleared her throat as she shared another look with Jeremy who shrugged his shoulders, “I upset the spirits trying to save Elena, she died with Damon’s blood in her system and she’s going through transition right now.” She looked back at you nervously. You nodded your head slowly as you pursed your lips and ran your tongue along your teeth. Breathing deeply through your nose you did your best to calm the wolf inside of you and your own anger as you felt your nails sharpening into points that bit into your skin. The pain was grounding to a point but it wasn’t enough to distract me from the anger or what Bonnie had just told you.

“So Elena’s on her way to becoming a vampire?” Your voice was still terrifyingly calm and you took a step forward out of Tyler’s reach when you felt his finger tips graze the back of your arm. Your mind raced with thoughts as you watched Bonnie slowly nod her head. Elena was still alive and even worse she was on her way to becoming a vampire. She was on her way to becoming an all immortal being who couldn’t die and wouldn’t die because Damon and Stefan wouldn’t let her but she was supposed to be dead. She should have died when Rebekah ran her off the fucking road. Her death was the only thing consoling you as you grieved for Nik and yet now here you were learning that she had escaped fucking death yet a-fucking-gain!

“Y-Yes, but she hasn’t drank any blood yet we’re trying to find an-” An animalistic growl cut Bonnie off and her eyes widened in fear as she looked at you. She shifted back half a step her hands rising up like she was trying to defend herself, as Jeremy took another step forward.

“(Y/N) what’s wrong with you?” Jeremy asked his arm out protectively in front of Bonnie. A humorless laugh escaped you as you shook your head and looked down at the ground the last of your control starting to slip away.

“Love, you need to calm down,” Tyler’s voice held a hint of warning to it and you stepped towards Jeremy and Bonnie again ignoring Tyler’s words as you looked back up at them.

“Things would be a lot better for me if your god damned sister would just stay fucking dead!” You shouted and this time Jeremy’s eyes widened the surprise in his eyes quickly being replaced with concern and anger.

“You don’t mean that (Y/N).” There was a hint of desperation in her tone as she took a step towards you but Jeremy held her back with his arm. Again you let out a humorless laugh that held just a hint of mania to it that had Jeremy forcing Bonnie to take another step back his eyes never leaving you.

“Hahaha no. No. No, I do, I do mean that. We would all be better off if Elena fucking Gilbert was dead. I mean just think about it, do you know who many people have died because of her? I mean if it wasn’t for her your aunt Jo would still be alive Jeremy, Alaric would still be alive, Caroline’s father would still be alive, Bonnie your mother wouldn’t be a vampire and your grandmother would still be alive, Vicky would still be alive too Jeremy, hell Caroline wouldn’t even be a vampire if it wasn’t for fucking Elena! Everyone would still be alive if it wasn’t for the cancer that is Elena Gilbert! So yes Bonnie I do mean I do wish that Elean would just fucking die already!” You screamed at them your anger finally getting the better of you. Your wolf was practically in control at this point as you growled low in your throat at all of them and they just stood there in shock.

“(Y/N)... please you have to calm down this-this isn’t you, I don’t know what Klaus has done to you but if you just clam down we can fix this ok?” Bonnie’s voice shook slightly as she spoke and you scuffed as you rolled your eyes. Stopping in your pacing you turned sharply on your heel to face them both a hard look on your face.

“See that’s where you’re wrong Bonnie, Nik and his family haven’t done anything to me in fact they’ve done more for me than Elena and the rest of you ever have, they’ve been there for me when the rest of you have been too busy dealing with Elena, helping Elena, saving Elena, Elena, Elena, Elena, it’s always been about Elena with you people. But with them,” You gestured to Tyler who was standing behind you never taking your eyes off of the worried/terrified look Bonnie and Jeremy were giving you.

“With them it’s actually about me, they actually care about me and you know what…” You trailed off as you slowly lowered your arm down a large smile spreading across your face when you saw Bonnie and Jeremy’s eyes widen when they noticed the claws that had extended on your hands. “I think it’s time I repay their kindness and get a little revenge for myself.” Your wolf was now more or less in control at this point as your eyes glowed yellow and before anyone could do anything you charged at Jeremy. Tackling him to the ground you landed a swift punch to his face causing him to stop any attempt at fighting back and allowing you to wrap both your hands around his neck.

“(Y/N)!” Bonnie shrieked from besides you. You dug your nails into Jeremy’s neck squeezing tightly as you snarled down at him. His hands flew up grabbing at your forearms trying to pull your hands off your neck as he bucked his hips but you didn’t even budge. Your anger and your wolf fueling your strength as you stayed where you were.

“Stay right there Bonnie or I rip little Gilberts throat out right now!” You shouted back at her and you looked away from Jeremy and towards her. She watched you her gaze flicking between you and Jeremy like she was waiting for you to do something, to say that you were joking, but when you didn’t took a step back from you both.

“(Y/N), please don’t! Let him go! Please!” She pleaded with you. You chuckled as you glanced over at Tyler to see him watching you with interested eyes and then you looked back at Bonnie. Truth be told you wanted to kill Jeremy right here and now, make Elena suffer in the way that you had because you knew that there was no one more important to Elena right now than her precious baby brother, not even the Salvatores. Of course he still had on that stupid ring so you’d have to take it off first before you could finish him off and while the idea of torturing him did sound appealing maybe you could use this all to your advantage to still accomplish your original goal. There was no way that Bonnie was going to buy you as the helpless hostage now, not after what you’d just done, but now you had a new bargaining chip one that was important to both Bonnie and Elena.

“Maybe, if you do something for me first.” Your voice was calm and held a saccharine sweetness to it as you looked away from Bonnie and back towards Jeremy tilting your head to the side. You loosened your grip just a fraction and he heaved in large gulps of air the color returning to his face.

“What? What do you want?” The desperation was clear in Bonnie’s voice as she looked between the two of you and threw a quick glance towards Tyler. Tyler hadn’t moved from his spot watching you with an increasing amount of interest. This was a side of you that he’d never seen either and he would be lying if he said it wasn’t a bit of a turn on watching you play the villain to people who were once your friends. He would also be lying if he said it wasn’t touching to see the extent that you were willing to go to in order to save him.

“I want you to put him back in his original body.” You stated plainly, gesturing with your head towards Tyler. Bonnie’s jaw clenched, her eyes filling with hatred as she glanced towards Tyler.

“I already told you that I can’t, I don’t have the strength to do it,” She stated. You nodded your head slowly as you began to squeeze Jeremy’s neck again cutting off his oxygen and digging the points of your claws into his neck.

“Well then, I highly suggest you find the strength to do so then because I have no problems killing Jeremy over and over again until you do find that strength, he is wearing the family ring after all.” Blood had started to pool around your claws, dripping down the curve of Jeremy’s neck as you added more pressure.

“(Y/N)! You don’t mean that! You can’t kill him!’ She shouted at you and you would have chuckled but Tyler beat you too it. Glancing away from Jeremy’s quickly reddening face and towards Tyler you saw him now leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest and a smug look on his face.

“Oh but I think she can I think she fully intends on doing so. So, I would suggest you do as she says and what was it? Oh yes find the strength,” He commented and you returned the smirk that he was giving the both of you.

“I’d hurry up if I were you too Bonnie, Jeremy doesn’t look like he’s got a lot of air left in him.” You looked back down at Jeremy giving him a mock concerned look when you saw just how red his face had become. You loosened your grip on his neck just slightly and you felt as he started to breathe in air. Before he could take in a full breath or even start sucking down air you squeezed down again, pushing your nails further into his neck causing him make a pained sound. His nails clawed at you forearms trying to pull them off but you just smirked back at him his attempt doing little to move you.

“Ok! Ok! I’ll try! Please! Please just stop!” Bonnie shouted at you and you retracted your claws as you looked up at her again tilting your head to the side.

“I don’t see you trying,” You pointed out. She huffed at you and raised her hands up in front of her with her palms up and her eyes closed. Once she’d assumed the position you loosed your grip on Jeremy’s neck allowing him to breathe while Bonnie focused on casting the spell. It didn’t last long though because soon Bonnie’s face was twisting up in frustration, and she let out an annoyed huff dropping her hands to the side.

“I can’t do it. I told you I’m too weak, you’re just going to have to wait until I’m stronger,” She stated. A snarl rumbled out of your chest and your lips curled back to reveal your fangs as your grip on Jeremy’s neck tightened once again.

“Try. Again.” Your voice was barely more than a growl, and you were sure that had it been any closer to a full moon you would have turned right there.

“She… said she… can’t!” Jeremy chocked out from underneath you. You turned your snarl to him, lifting his head up you slammed it back down on the ground not enough to knock him out but enough to hurt.

“Shut up!” You shouted at him never taking your eyes off of Bonnie. “Try. Again.” You ordered her. Bonnie snapped her eyes closed and her hands shook as she raised them palm up and you loosened your grip on Jeremy’s neck again watching her closely. Her face was screwed up in concentration and her mouth moved silently muttering Latin under her breath. The more it failed to work the more frustrated she seemed to become and the more frustrated she became the more you squeezed Jeremy’s neck.

“I can’t! I can’t do it,” She shouted as she threw her hands down and opened her eyes again. “I already told you I upset the spirits enough as it is earlier, they won’t let me won’t let me access my magic for a spell this dark.” She whined again her wide eyes darting between you and Jeremy.

“Alright then,” You shrugged your shoulders. “Then I guess Jeremy dies.” Your claws sharpened and you dug them into Jeremy’s neck feeling around for his trachea so you could rip it out in front of her.

“I really hope you’re wearing that ring of yours Jeremy or, hehe oops,” You smirked down at him with a shrug of your shoulders.

“No! (Y/N) you can’t!” Bonnie shouted. Almost immediately after that you felt a pain surrounding your brain almost like your head was caught in a vice grip. Your grip around Jeremy’s neck loosened just a fraction as you winced feeling the pressure of the ancestors squeezing at your brain with their combined strength trying to get you to surrender, to stop what you were doing. But you wouldn’t stop, you didn’t want to stop, you wanted either Klaus back in his original body or you wanted revenge against Elena and you didn’t care who you had to kill to get what you wanted.

“Tell your ancestor dogs to back off Bonnie or else I’ll end their line here and now like it was supposed to end that night I activated my little curse,” You bit out through clenched teeth and when the pain didn’t immediately stop you spoke up again. “I will make it painful ancestors.” You added on. The ancestors held on for a moment longer increasing the pain for a moment before letting you go and disappearing.

When the pain stayed away for a few seconds you turned your attention back to Bonnie: “Do the spell now Bonnie.” You ordered.

Bonnie chewed on her bottom lip for a moment before taking a deep breath and raising up her hands again as she began chanting under her breath. The air around you crackled with power and goosebumps broke out along your skin as you finally let go of Jeremy’s neck and sat back. You looked behind you when you heard Tyler groan and a satisfied smile spread across your face as he fell to his knees reaching up and grabbing at his head. He continued to groan for a few moments while you climbed off of Jeremy and walked over to the stairs all while Bonnie continued chanting. The sensation of power in the air had faded away and yet Bonnie continued to chant from behind you, though you couldn’t find it in you to care too much. You were much to focused on Tyler and making sure that it was just Tyler in that body and not both him and Klaus.

“Bo… Bonnie!” Jeremy’s voice was scratchy and hoarse as she shouted for Bonnie.

“Tyler?” You asked him as he lifted his head out of his hands and looked up at you confused.

“(Y/N)? Jeremy? Bonnie? What the hell is going on? How did I get here? Where’s Caroline?” He asked but you didn’t wait around to see what would happen next. A large smile spread across your face as you raced up the stairs trying to get out of the house and to the Lockwood cellar as fast as you could. You made up only a few steps though when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around you waist and in the next second the world was nothing but a blur around you.

That as well only lasted a few seconds as in the next few moments you were standing with your back pressed against the tree staring into the eyes of a man you thought you would never see again. Your eyes searched Klaus’ face that emptiness you’d been feeling seemingly disappeared leaving you feeling light and full and oh so happy. Tears stung at your eyes, the frayed and broken pieces of yourself coming back together as you reached up and grabbed a hold of Klaus’ face. Holding his face in your hands made this feel all that much more real and you it had you doing the only thing you could think to do. You pulled his face down to yours crashing your lips onto his, it took him a few seconds before he finally caught on to what was happening and hurried to kiss you back. The kiss was anything but what you’d imagined your first kiss with him would be like. You’d imagined it being sweet and gentle with just a hint of possessiveness but this, this kis was anything but that. This kiss was all consuming, it took over your senses drowning you in his scent and in his touch, filling you with a warmth you’d never experienced before as the two of you poured all of your unsaid emotions into that kiss. As you poured all of your love, your anger, your frustration, your sadness, your hurt, into the kiss. It wasn’t until your lungs were burning the desire to breath becoming too much that you finally broke the kiss. Pushing at Klaus’ chest you held him there as you stared up into his nearly black eyes while he smirked down at you.

“That was quiet the hello kiss, love,” He murmured his thumbs rubbing at your waist through your shirt, though when his hands had gotten to your hips you hadn’t the faintest idea.

“If you… ever… ever do that… again I’ll… fucking kill you… immortal hybrid… or not… got it?” You heaved out in between gasps of air. Klaus chuckled as he reached up and tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Instinctively you tilted your head into his touch.

“Duly noted love, though in my defense the body swap was the Bennett witch’s idea not mine,” He pointed out and you rolled your eyes.

“I don’t care whose idea it was, you pull a stunt like that again without telling me and I’ll kill you. Now kiss me again and then you’re going to take me back to the mansion before Rebekah burns this entire town to the ground.” You ordered him and he smirked down at you his hand coming to cup your cheek.

“Don’t get cocky now love, you’re not the one in charge here.” He teased you and you scuffed at him.

“Says you,” You teased right back and he grinned before pressing his lips against yours. This time the kiss was the sweet, passionate one that you’d been thinking would be your first kiss with him, and though it was short it was just as fantastic as you was just as fantastic as the other one.

“Hold on love.” He scooped you up bridal style, cradling you against his chest and he waited until your arms were wrapped around his neck before he took off running towards the mansion.

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