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[voidpetrova]

best friend's brother — jeremy gilbert x reader

a/n: this is a requested fic, but i lost the inbox that was sent to me :( so here's a big shoutout to the sweetheart that requested a smutty BFB!jeremy fic, bless their heart <3

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content warnings and genre: clichés, mutual pining, jealousy, p in v sex, unprotected sex, size kink, soft sex, slight degradation — smut

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synopsis: your best friend's brother is the one for you, punk rock drummer and he's 6'2

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girlhood thrived in its purest form in the quiet, cozy confines of elena gilbert's room. the two of you were ensconced in an atmosphere of comfort, sporting matching pajamas—tank tops and shorts—a testament to the close bond you shared. you'd spent countless nights like this, painting your nails vibrant shades of red and talking about everything and nothing at all, all while the dulcet tones of green day provided the perfect backdrop.

tonight was no exception, and the room was bathed in a soft, warm glow from the fairy lights strung across the walls. elena's laughter filled the air as you swapped stories, occasionally sipping from your martini glasses. ot was a time when worries melted away, and you cherished these moments of simplicity.

just as you were discussing the latest school gossip, the door creaked open, and jeremy gilbert slipped inside. he claimed he was looking for a book, but it was no secret that he often used any excuse to check you out. elena, always the protective older sister, shot him a playful glare. you and jeremy had been seeing each other rather discreetly, but had yet to put a label on whatever it was you were doing. you did your best to hide it from elena, due to the unwanted presence of awkward tension and tense family game nights that were sure to follow.

“jeremy, seriously? can't you see we're having a girls' night?” elena chided, but there was a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. he pretended innocence, his lips curling into a half-smile. “sorry, just passing through. carry on, ladies.”

as he lingered for a moment, elena decided it was the perfect time to drop a little bombshell into your conversation. “oh, by the way, tyler lockwood has been asking about you.” jeremy's scoff was almost immediate, and he couldn't resist adding a snarky comment. “tyler lockwood, really? what's he after now?”

elena raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “jeremy, are you jealous?” she teased. he blushed slightly, but vehemently denied it. “of course not. i just think he's not the right guy for (y/n).”

with a sly grin, elena decided to stir the pot further. “well, (y/n), maybe you should give ty a chance. what do you say?” jeremy excused himself from the room, muttering something about needing to find that book. but before he left, his eyes locked onto you, his jealousy thinly veiled behind a casual facade.

after elena drifted off to sleep during a particularly dramatic scene in twilight, you felt the way your phone buzzed softly. it was a message from jeremy, and the anticipation of sneaking away to his room sent a thrill through you. you tiptoed out of elena's room, careful not to wake her, and made your way to jeremy's. as you entered his room, he greeted you with a sly smile. “so, tyler lockwood, huh? you really considering going out with him?”

you couldn't help but chuckle at his obvious jealousy. “oh, come on, jer. you're not fooling anyone. you're totally jealous.” jeremy feigned innocence once more, but his eyes betrayed him. “me? jealous? please.”

you moved closer, enjoying this playful banter. “i think you're just worried that tyler might steal me away.” he rolled his eyes, a grin tugging at his lips. “as if anyone could.”

you laughed as you playfully poked his chest. “well, maybe you should be more convincing next time.”

jeremy's expression softened, and he pulled you closer. “you know i don't want anyone else. i just can't stand the thought of you with someone like tyler.” you leaned in, brushing your lips against his. “don't worry, jeremy. you're the only one i want.”

your words were convincing—convincing enough for him to finally press his lips against yours, the hours of built-up tension finally exploding. one of his hands dropped to cup your cheek, a subtle way to pull you in closer, your lips melting into one another with a sweet tenderness, while his other freely trailed down your collarbone, tracing the delicate structure of your body, caressing your neck and throat before sweetly dropping down to the valley of your breasts. for a split second, he felt his eyes open. he couldn't control himself, he just had to look at you, admiring the way your tits were peeking from your tank top—the one that was just a bit too tight and a bit too revealing.

a wave of possessiveness crashed over him, even when he shut his eyes once more. he couldn't bear to imagine anybody, let alone tyler lockwood, getting their hands on someone as perfect as you. he couldn't imagine someone admiring you the way he did—not your face, your mannerisms, let alone the way your tits were out for him, or how your ass was arched back, peeking through the incredibly short shorts. it made him furious, and he let you know it.

“you're so fucking perfect,” he murmured as he pulled away from the kiss, the taste of vodka and mint lingering on his tongue as he dropped down to your neck, attacking the sensitive skin with his lips as teeth as he grabbed your hair, pulling you further into his touch. “won't let anyone else have you.” his words made you shiver, practically. your own hands found themselves tangling into the threads of his silky, dark hair as you moaned his name.

he loved every second of it. he knew it the second he saw you, and all he could do was savor you. his lips left brutal marks on your neck, providing you with an excellent problem to deal with before elena woke up. they travelled down to the valley of your breasts, nipping at your tits through the thin material of your top. all the material did was piss him off, arousing growls at the unnecessary barrier of clothing. he practically tore it off, leaving you in nothing but the incredibly slutty shorts. “jer,” you whined, glossy eyes locking with his as he continued to toy with your breasts, fingertips twirling your nipples as he licked at the fat. “elena's gonna kill me.”

he didn't pay much attention to the future consequences of your doing. “it's all good, baby,” he muttered quietly, the rough surface of his tongue drawing circles into your nipple, before sliding down your stomach gracefully. he only stopped to discard his own clothing. “just another reason to get you into my clothes, so what?”

you didn't even have time to laugh, not while he was in front of you, body seeming to have been sculpted by greek gods. you admired his toned muscles, the way his biceps were bigger than your head, and the way his stomach carried muscles that hinted at hard work—blood, sweat, and tears put into transforming his frame. “almost like you're afraid to touch me.” he taunted, but he knew you weren't. not with the ways your hands subconsciously caressed his frame, small hands wrapping around his biceps and tracing his abs. he was so much bigger than you, and he absolutely loved it.

you knew it the minute he started fucking you—he was truly twice your size. with his throbbing, long cock splitting your tiny, tight pussy open, you knew it. he knew the moans that left your mouth, however a turn-on, were also a potential danger, threatening to awaken elena from her peaceful slumber. his hand covered your mouth, your eyes shutting tight at the way he fucked you, nice and hard. you bit down on his hand, similarly to how your pussy clenched his pulsating dick, and he felt as if he were about to lose it.

“so fucking tight,” he attempted to silence his own moans, speaking through pants and gasps as his gaze dropped to your swollen cunt, greedy and desperate as he watched the way it swallowed him whole. it made him want to ruin you in the best way possible. “who's my greedy little girl, huh?” you whined at the pressure, at the way his words sent slick down his shaft, and he damn well noticed it. his free hand dropped to your lower stomach, pressing against it as he fucked himself deeper into your slippery cunt, the juices threatening to slip his dick out of you completely. he watched the way he could practically feel himself in your stomach, your tight little pussy barely taking what he had to give to you. it encouraged him to fuck you as he leaned back, giving you all the more of his cock.

your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the sensation, his balls the only part of him that had yet to slip into you. “too much, jer,” you whined against his palm, but it was too much for him, too. he knew he was close, watching the way your tits bounced with every forceful thrust of his, the way yours thighs shook under his touch, and the way your pussy fluttered, barely allowing him to pull out. he knew he was done for.

in fact, there was no way he was pulling out, but the two of you were too entranced to care about it. his thrusts grew more sloppy and desperate, hips pounding into your pelvis as he chased his own orgasm. his fingers finally left your mouth, your moans under nobody's control but your own as he rubbed at your clit gently, thumbing the wet and sensitive bundle of nerves as he continued to pound into you. you were close, and he knew it.

it was the first time you had came at the same time. you felt the way hot, thick spurts of cum shot into your wet, sweet cunt, and at the same time, your own orgasm washed over you, juices flooding out of you, coating his angry cock as moans left your mouths, the ability to control yourselves long gone. he pressed his forehead onto yours, placing sloppy kisses onto your lips as his cum pooled inside you, unable to slip out of you as his dick softened from inside your pussy. there was truly no way for you to feel empty with jeremy by your side.

“does this mean you won't go out with tyler?” his hands pushed away your loose strands of hair, ones that had been tainted with sweat and saliva. you smiled, small fingers wrapping around his wrists as you placed a sweet kiss to his palm.

“no, actually, my best friend's brother is the one for me.”

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[imaginefan]

Buried In Work

Jeremy Gilbert X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 953

Requested: Anon

Request: Can you write something about reader she looses herself and drowns herself in things she knows she shouldn't be cause she loses her family and Jeremy tries to save her from ruining her life cause he's in love with her ? One shot story. Thank you in advance.

You and Jeremy had been friends since you had met in school, you helped him through everything with his parents and you never questioned him for his methods of coping only made sure that he was safe, when he decided to give it up you helped him with that as well, provided him with ways to distract himself and get through the withdrawal period. Through that time Jeremy started to notice something about you, you threw yourself head first into everything without a thought for what you were already doing or how this was going to affect you.

Jeremy hated it, over the years he had fallen for you, with everything that you had done to help him he had started to rely on you in a way that he hadn’t managed with very many other people. Now it was his turn to help you with the little problem that you had. You were in your last year of school the same as Jeremy and while you were trying to study the supernatural world would not wait.

Jeremy was laying on your bed holding a book over his head, not that he was actually reading anything, it was only a few moments later that your phone started ringing, you picked it up within seconds and he waited watching as you greeted the person on the other end of the phone “Hey Bonnie, what’s up?” You asked, you were silent for a second. “When?” You nodded to whatever you were hearing and then scribbled something down on your already filled diary. “Yeah, that’s fine, I’ll let you know if anything changes.” “What was that?” Jeremy asked. “Bonnie was just asking if I could help her with the prep for Elena’s birthday.” You answered as you crossed out something and rewrote it somewhere else with a question mark next to it. “When?” He asked. “Tomorrow.” You answered. “Don’t you have an appointment tomorrow?” Jeremy asked. “Yeah I think I can move it though.” You answered and that explained what you had crossed out and moved around in your diary. “I really don’t think that’s a good idea.” He said as you looked at him and waved him off. “It’s fine I promise this is the last time that I’ll move it.” You said and he sighed.

The next day, Jeremy had a few things that he needed to do that day to prepare for Elena’s party but as the day pulled to an end he decided to drop by your place and make sure that you were okay. When he got to your place he realised that you weren’t there, easily figuring out where you still were. Jeremy made his way to Bonnie’s house to find you still here helping her with a few things, Jeremy knocked on the door, Bonnie opening it she smiled when she saw him “Is (Y/N) still here?” He asked. “Yeah she’s here.” Bonnie answered “you come to take her home?” “Mmm.” Jeremy hummed. “Is that Elena’s gift? Do you want to leave it here, the party will be happening here anyway.” Bonnie explained, Jeremy nodded, handing her the gift before following her in, you were sitting on the sofa, handwriting the invites for the party. You had decided that the best way to make sure that the party goes off without a hitch was to have a spell on the house meaning that the only way that someone could actually get in would be to have the invitations that you were writing, you had hoped to have them done earlier but it was taking far longer than you had expected. “It’s late, you know.” Jeremy said softly as he stood in front of you. “I know but I still have a few more to write.” You answered. “You can finish them some other time or Bonnie can finish them, you know the party isn’t until the end of the week.” Jeremy explained “I’m sure that you have a lot to do tomorrow.” “Yeah I guess.” You answered. “I can write the rest of them (Y/N) don’t worry.” Bonnie spoke up from behind him, Jeremy turned silently, thanking her and crouching in front of you. “Let’s go.” He said softly.

The walk back to your place was quiet, you didn’t seem to want to talk, Jeremy assumed that you were tired but when you got home he noticed that there was something wrong “what’s wrong?” He asked. “I should have finished everything.” You answered. “I woke up late and then didn’t get there on time, it would have been finished if I had got there on time.” “You woke up late because you're trying to do too much, it’s not your fault that you're tired and honestly Bonnie didn’t need you to write those invites.” Jeremy said as you looked at him, he gently took your hands and smiled “you did a lot today, despite everything, you keep pushing yourself through and burying yourself in work, you’ve done it since we were kids, I think you're in need of some time for yourself.” “Don’t have time.” You answered childishly. “We can make time, the rest of the week we’ll get everything done, we’ll go to Elena’s party and then I’ll make sure that you are unbothered while you take some time for yourself.” He explained “they can get on without you for a couple of days.” “Us… Without us.” You corrected it. “Alright, us. They can get on without us.” He promised. While Jeremy hadn’t actually told you how he felt about you, he hoped that he could help you feel a little better, maybe a confession can come later, when you were both ready for a relationship.

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[georgiaheartsdilfs]

I'm not sure on a plot but one of those things were people are like "just friends don't look at each other like that", with reader and Jeremy. Everyone can see they have feelings but the two of them are blind by it so they wake them up so they can get together . TVD random. Thanks!!!

Just Friends My Ass Y/n. | Jeremy Gilbert x Reader

my masterlist ↪M A S T E R L I S T

warnings ↪ reader is 19 turning 20, jeremy is 17 turning 18

There he was, Jeremy Gilbert. My best friend's brother, and my best friend aswell.

"y/n can you quit staring at my brother." Elena says not looking up from her textbook "What? I'm just making sure he doesn't like overdo himself, I mean look at him he looks tired. Lord knows why your studying anyways." I mumble to her.

"Oh great and he's looking back." she huffs "what's the problem with it." I turn to face her as she looks up shaking her head "it's like you have a huge crush on Jeremy." Elena says closing her book.

"What? Jeremy? no, come on Elena you know that he's just my bestfriend, not as close as you are of course but he's still a best friend." I say to her and she shrugs "it just seems like you're in love with him y/n."

"elena, you can't be serious he's my friend." I say reasoning with her, sure it may look like im infatuated with her younger brother but I see him as nothing more than a friend.

"just a friend my ass y/n." she says standing up, packing her books into her bag and walking off.

What is with people?

I wait for Jeremy after his training, he jogs up to me "Where did Elena go?" he asks as I hand him, his water.

"We had a disagreement and she thought I was in love with you, oddly enough just because I was looking at you." I clear my throat. "Everyone seems to think we're in love." he chuckles taking off his sweat covered tank-top.

"Everyone?" I ask him "Yeah, Damon, Caroline, Bonnie even Matt." Jeremy laughs. "thanks for staying, i definitely needed a ride home if I knew Elena was leaving so early." he said laughing "No problem, besides you're my bestfriend if everyone wants to say otherwise... that's fine I guess?" I question myself, almost second guessing my feelings for the youngest gilbert child.

What if all those times I tried to persuade him to hang out was because I had some real feelings for him, that couldn't be possible right? Jeremy Gilbert, feelings for the boy i've known since we were barely teenagers.

Maybe I did.

We both walk to the car, being stopped by Damon who rushed infront of me as I take a step back afraid. Jeremy grabbing me and putting me behind him, I poke my head out from behind Jeremy who sighs in relief.

"Scare me like that again and I swear to you Damon." I step out pushing him out of the way "I was wondering why Elena made it home before you two." Damon says crossing his arms over stopping me from opening my door.

"Elena and I got into a disagreement and walked off before I could, so stayed to give Jer a ride home." I shrug pushing him out of the way once more.

"Right and I'm suppose to believe you?" Damon says as I open my door "I don't care if you believe me or not." I smile to him slamming my door as Jeremy gets in and sits on the passenger side "So you two didn't stay behind and kiss, or something?" Damon says through my window and I shake my head "I'll meet you at home." I smile turning the car on and driving off.

Damon looks at the car as we drive off.

His words making me think more "So you two didn't stay behind and kiss, or something", I turn to get a glance at Jeremy before looking back to the road.

"Kiss." Jeremy snickered "How long has he been doing that?" I ask Jeremy "A few months, since my 17th birthday." Jeremy says turning on my heater.

"Jeremy its june, your 17th was 8 months ago." I say astonished at how I didn't know why people were staring at Jeremy and I were sitting together or even near each other "Well I didn't want you to overthink, besides you had started your new job then." he shrugs "it's weird isn't it, being put together with someone you've known for a while?" I ask him and he nods.

"Have you ever had feelings for me?" Jeremy asks, catching me off guard "What Jer-" "It's just a question you know." he cuts me off and I nod, smacking my lips not moving my eyes from the road "Look, maybe sometimes I've questioned my feelings for you, but I've never been a hundred percent sure about them." I say.

"Have you?" my question echoing in my mind, I didn't want to sound to interested in the topic but I suppose I had no other option but to be interested since it included me.

"Yeah of course I have, you kidding me?." He laughs "My sister has a hot best friend, but you were off limits, Elena used to say that." he chuckles and I laugh.

Right now in this moment, I was questioning my feelings for Jeremy. They exist but did I want to shed some light on them, act on them.

"Look Jeremy, I feel something for you." I pull the car over turning to face him "Really?" he says and I nod "I don't know if it's because of what you said but I think this is the most sure I've ever been on my feelings for you." I say and he grabs my hand sending my heartbeat to oblivion.

Without saying anything Jeremy places his other hand on my cheek leaning in, as do I.

Then his lips touch mine, maybe people were right about us.

The glances, looking back twice, the hanging out after school and work. The way we could get along in front of anyone and forget about everyone else in the room.

Every moment I've ever thought about kissing him, flashing in my mind until he pulls apart.

"I think they constant talk about us were all signs." he says placing his forehead against mine "ok don't go spiritual you know I hate that." I pull away as he laughs, I turn the car back on and we drive home.

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[zaceouiswriting]

Art of Seduction: Jeremy Gilbert

Character: Jeremy Gilbert x male reader

Universe: Vampire Dairies

Warnings: Smut, kinky

To get late to a new school year, in a fresh school where you just moved to, is not a really good look. And I hate t when I don’t get a good first impression off. As my parents always said: „The first impression is the most important. Everything that happens in your life good or bad, is decided when you first meet a person!“.

As annoying as these tips were, they had a point. At least sometimes.

Even though I wasn’t in school the first day, someone still found out about me and invited me to a party in a forest.

Not even a second after I got there, the first people already were around me, asking all sorts of questions. Many drunken girls, already pushing themselves against me, grinding against my body. With a soft smile, I always carefully get them off me. I was not in the mood, for shit like this. Just after that, ‘Bros’ came over to me talking loudly. Obviously drunk, but I came there with that knowledge already.

Listening and sometimes, even engaging in their conversations. They were obviously pleasantly surprised at my viewpoints. With already made friends, I excused myself to walk around the party. Getting people, engaging some lesser idiotic looking people into more conversations. Until I saw him.

A cute boy, shorter than me, in all black, with short spiky brown hair and eyes to match that. He was leaning against a tree, smoking something. The moment I could smell it, I was a bit pissed, that a guy, younger than myself does this.

Without a care in the world, I walked over to him. Coming up from behind, I snatched it out of his hand, throwing it on the floor and stomping on it. He was so perplexed questioning if what just happened, really did happen. All the while I looked down at him, smugly smiling. „Hey little guy, you know that this shit is not good for you, right?“

My smugly asked question let him roll his eyes. „The shit is not cheap, you asshole,“ he whined as a child would do. In his clouded mind, he maybe was one at the moment.

„I might be an asshole,“ I told him, just to get closer to him, near his ear, „But I will stop you doing it again, every time I see it.“ Able to feel him shudder, under my warmth and deep husky voice, bringing chills all over his body, bringing a shiver all over it. 

„Shouldn't you run behind some short skirts or so?“ He tried painfully to sound though and smarter than he was. I did not answer his question, keeping him in my spell, with my arm leaning against the tree, just beside his head. Suggest to him, that he was trapped, even though he was free to go the other way. But he didn’t, together with his roaming eyes, I knew that I had guessed right.

But before I could flirt with the cute little guy a bit more, a scream could be heard. Something needed help. A dude found something or better the rest of someone, just so breathing. „Stay here, I check that out!“, I ordered the unknown little guy. As fast as possible, I ran up to the guy, seeing a girl on the floor, almost dead, I checked her pulse. There, but too weak to have much hope. A broken arm, but nothing else seemed to be hurt. „Can you carry her?“, I asked the dude. He was drunk, but confidently nodded

Just as he was getting her up, the little guy came running, screaming the girl's name, at least I assumed it was her name. Before he could get in full view of her, I stood up, and grabbed him, pulling him into me. „Didn’t I tell you to wait?“

„Fuck off, you are not my dad and I don’t even know you!“ He tried vehemently to get out of my grip. But I just turned him around, my bigger hand above his eyes. Pulling him away from the scene.

„What are you doing with my little brother?“, a girl asked m screaming, as I still pulled the little dude from the gruesome scene. „Protecting him, from something he shouldn’t be seeing. I do the thing, you should do, but you were too preoccupied eye fucking this dude over there.“ I pointed at the guy, she just had spoken to. Am embarrassed blush rolled over her cheeks. Softly I turned the little guy around again, carefully pushing him to his sister. „Hold him here. I don’t want someone so young, to see something’s horrible.“

As I heard the words rolling over my tongue I already hated myself. I sounded so old, but it was true, I hadn’t wanted to see something similar either. It lets someone age quickly.

Finally, as the dude got the girl off of the floor, he ran up to me. Still trying to hold her sight away from the little dude, I stood right in front of him. Leading the other guy to my car. On my way, I got a good sniff of the dude, the little guy’s sister wanted so badly to get into her bed. A disgusting smell of iron and something sweet.

At the moment my only mission was, to save that girl’s life. And it was fruitful. I brought her to the hospital gave my statements and left her with the dude who had found her.

The next days were rather hard for the people in school. I on the other hand had no problems. Going on with my day as if nothing had happened. Only to see the little dude more and more often, trying to use drugs, to let his hurt vanish. Every time I came from somewhere he couldn't see me and stopped it after his first try of it or before he was finished. He got annoyed but did not interact with me further. That was until I saw the dude, that had found the hurt girl, picking on him. „Hey Tyler, how about you fuck off and try this shirt with someone in your league?“, I asked him, towering over him. „Chill dude, little Gilbert here and I are just playing.“

„It doesn’t look like that,“ I told him, just to get right into his face, „If I see you ever again messing with him, I will push your head into a toilet and flush until you understand, to only mess with people in your league, understood?“

He puffed out his chest, in a pathetic attempt to let him look tougher, „My father is the mayor and-“ Before he was able to end his rant, he lay on the floor, with a hurting jawline.

Not even a second, anyone could’ve thought that you really did it. All the time was a smile on your face as if you had a pleasant conversation with Tyler until he was on the floor. Even as you turned back to the little guy, the same soft, pleasant smile was formed on your lips. „Gilbert? You are Elena's brother?“

„Yes, you met her already in the forest.“

„Right.“

„Don’t tell me you ran after her too?“ He almost sounded disappointed as he said it. „You look like the type of guy that would run after some short skirts.“ Again with these accusations I really could not handle that but decided to have a bit of fun with it.

My smile transformed into a smug smirk again. „Oh I’m running after someone, but not with a skirt on sadly. But I think it would good look on that special someone,“ after telling him that, I let it hang in the air for a moment before getting closer again, „Which size are you? Maybe I can find a nice fitting skirt, so your perfectly perky ass could be shown off? It would make me even wilder for you than I’m already.“

„What?“ These questions should be punishable, preferable with a paddle or whip. But the innocence in his voice almost let me forgive him instantly.

„Don’t act so innocent, little Gilbert. You are just like your sister, wishing for a strong tall guy, to make you feel safe, and maybe dick you down better than any other one. I can’t talk for Stephan, but I would give you everything you need. Even an alternative to your try to get addicted to marijuana, I’m sure I can help you at least with that and my dick would be happy to help too.“

I left him utterly flabbergasted at his locker. Tyler laying to his feet and I know that my words and smirk, were deep in his mind, questioning everything about himself.

Just as I hoped it was a turning point. Jeremy became friendlier even though he did not stop trying to smoke, but I had my eyes keener on him, stopping him most of the time before it happens. And he seemed gradually more thankful for it.

It even came to the point, that we almost were together at all times of the day. That was until he told me, why he used the drug, to get his nerves down. „After school, come to my car. I will take you home today.“ Intentionally letting it sound, as it did as if I wanted to fuck him because I wanted to. But only if he was up for it too. My sudden invitation also had another reason. One he would find out soon enough.

As I had asked him to, he waited at my car, nervously tapping his feet. The warm late summer breeze, destroyed any try of his, to have a real haircut. It was all over the place, but in my opinion, it let him look even cuter than before. I could feel my heartbeat rising and my hands getting sweaty. Hating how he made me feel, without him really knowing it.

Wordlessly, I got into the car, waiting for him to do the same. The entire ride was quiet. Only once had he spoken up, to make fun of my music taste.

The way to my home wasn’t that far, but Jeremy was impressed anyway. Just ignoring him a bit, but still making sure he was behind me, I got to the front door, and opened it. „Clara? Jerry?“, I called out. „Why are you calling your parents by their first names?“ Jeremy tried to inquire but I just hushed him with a finger over his beautiful sinful lips. Perfect to suck on certain things, I was sure about that.

The moment Clara came, she brightened up a thousand times. „Is this him?“, she asked, trying to be quiet about it, but I was sure Jermey had heard it, especially feeling his stare on my back.

Just after I told her, yes that he was the person I had spoken about, she pulled him into the house, hugging the life force out of him. It did not take much longer until Jerry also came into the foyer. His hand on my shoulder, „Is that him?“ The same question, but only this time as Clara wanted to do it. I shortly looked at him, it was still hurtful to look the man in the face, but I nodded with a happy smile. The hand that had laid on my shoulder, softly slapped my cheek, so I would look at the man. „Good job, he looks like a nice young man.“ His compliment meant so much, to me and he would maybe never know how much in reality.

„Clara, Jerry, this is Jeremy. Yes, I know the name is a bit weird, but that is not the point here guys!“, I told them already seeing their amused looks. „And Jeremy, that is my aunt Clara and my uncle Jerry.“

Thankfully he had kept all his questions at bay until we could free ourselves and came into my room. „So you talk about me?“, h teasingly asked.

„God why did she have to tell that?“, I groaned at the thought of the little guy teasing me all the time about it.“ „Don’t worry, it's cute, but I didn't think that would be the case, you do not seem like the kind of guy that had such a relationship with other people.“

Confused I turned to him. „What type of guy do you think I am I’m a sucker for family.“

„Like the type that invites random guys or girls into his house to fuck them and never call them again.“

„Yeah, I did these things a while, but not anymore.“

I could see that he did not believe me, but he stayed silent. More pressing questions on his heart, „Why are you living with your uncle and aunt?“

The atmosphere instantly changed in the room. The sadness and anger coming off of me took even Jeremy by surprise. „They died six months ago. A group of intruders, killed them, after doing horrendous things to my mother, letting my father and me watch. After they killed her, my father got free, so I could run away. Instead, I got to our weapons, got a handgun and rifle, and killed all five guys. It was an act of self-defense but I couldn’t protect my parents.“

Jeremy’s hand was instantly on me, trying to help mend my pain. I only could give him a weak smile. „My father's name was Jeremiah, that was the reason, why your name is so stupid, it fits too good between my uncle's and father's name. They were twins, that is why I can’t look my uncle in the face. He looks just like him, still.“

We just stood there for a while. Jeremy even came to me, engulfing me in a hug, at least as much as his small arms could reach. It felt nice and thanks to my efforts, he even smelled good. Keeping him away from drugs, was the best decision I had ever made.

„Are you willing to sleep with me out of pity, or do I need to tell you about my own try to drown my pain in drugs and my near death five months ago at an overdose?“

„God, you are insufferable. I would not sleep with anyone out of pity!“

„Then maybe, because you like me? I know I like you and well, you already jerked me off once, so you know I thought we could get further.“

I already had begun kissing his throat at this point, his moans always made me go crazy. „I thought we would never speak about this ever again!“, he desperately wanted to stop my actions, but instead he pulled me closer.

With a smirk, I let go of him, and he commented with a low unsatisfied groan. I quickly got to my closet getting a box out of it. „Open it, it’s for you!“, I told him.

Suspiciously he looked at me and then down at the boy, slowly opening it. As he saw what was in it, his face became crimson red and the entire room felt like a desert. „Are you serious?“

„You always told me I was hunting short skirts. If you would wear it, you would be right.“ I couldn't contain my shit-eating grin, as he took the skirt out, holding it in front of him. „Only wear it if you want me to fuck you senseless, because this thing, would make me go crazy if it’s on you!“

Without a second thought, he already opened his pants, which took me by surprise. „What are you doing?“, I asked him confused.

„I will wear it for you.“

For a moment I thought I misheard him, but he actually pulled his pants down, took his shoes and socks off, and stepped into the skirt. It was perfect for him. My eyes hadn’t misread his size.

Immediately I took off his black jacket and black shirt, leaving him only in the skirt. But I vanished back into my closet, getting something else out. One of my jerseys almost was a dress for Jeremy.

As he was dressed in the skirt and my jersey, I took a step back, admiring the beauty in front of me. Ashamed he looked to the floor. „Jeremy, eyes up to mine!“, I ordered him. And like a good boy, he did that. Hopeful eyes looking into mine.

„Come here!“

As he stood in front of me, I immediately grabbed him by his butt, slowly drifting under the skirt and ripping his underwear off of him. „You will have no need for that when you are with me.“ I threw the ripped-apart underwear away, pulling him even closer. „God, you look so good in these things. I hope you are ready!“

With no further warning, I took his legs, pulling them around me, just so he had to close his arms around my neck. „Are you still a virgin?“ Even though I could see that he did not like that question, he nodded. „God my cock, will me be the only one you will ever take, understood? Be a good boy and nod.“ And he did. „Good because you are a virgin and I actually want you to keep it, I will be gentle the first time, but after that, I will take what I want, are you okay with that?“ He again nodded his head.

Happy with him being happy about it, I finally broke the only thing that separated us. I pressed my lips onto his. Breaking both our bodies in euphoria. Fireworks exploded, in my stomach, as I finally felt his mouth from its inside with tongue, dominating him completely.

Turning us both around, I slowly let him fall onto the bed, admiring Jeremy’s beauty again, before getting his skirt a bit up. „Nice cock, just sad that it would never see any action. But your ass on the other hand, damn that’s a beauty I will love to ravage you every day, until you never need to touch drugs again, because you will be addicted, sucking me dry and riding my cock wherever we are.“

My dirty talking, made his sizable dick grow stone hard. But I did not give it any mind. Already have his legs on my shoulders, nose deep in his hole. As if he had known that would happen, he clearly had cleaned himself out.

„Dirty little whore, did you hope to finally get my dick? So clean and even smelling so nice?“

He did only answer in moans. Knowing that he anticipated something like that, I became more wild, opening him up with my tongue, to make him a bit slippery so I could break into him with my thumb, slowly opening his extremely tight hole. Followed by sticking my entire middle finger into him. Out of pure luck, finding his sweet spot with it. As he squirmed under me, I fell in love with his body even more.

Instead of making obnoxiously loud sounds his body just reacted to it. Half an hour did I use to make sure, I would not rip anything open in him, with my big dick. But before I would get into him, I straddled him, showing my cock to him, close up. „Suck it like a good boy.“

The moment my tip vanished between his perfectly formed lips, I knew that I was right. His lips and mouth were perfect for sucking cock. Obviously, he wasn’t able to get all of me in him. But I would train that later. For now, I had to finally breach him, making him mine.

As I put him directly on my cushions, putting his ass higher with a pillow. I teased his now wide-open hole with my tip. „Tell me you are mine and go on a date with me after I absolutely destroyed your hole!“

„I do whatever you want, just finally fuck me, you fucking asshole!“, he cursed at me.

Getting down to him, until our noses touched each other, I looked into his dark brown eyes, while I finally sank myself into him. Not stopping until I was buried balls deep into him. „Fuck! I did not think, you were so relaxed that I could get in completely in one thrust.“ My voice was low and husky, completely taken aback, by what just happened. Jeremy on the other hand, laid there, with his mouth formed in an ‘O’ shape obviously just like me not thinking it was that easy for me. I did not even have to use, lube.

But I took my cock out of him, to put some of it on his whole and my dick anyway. Just to not hurt him any more than I most likely already did. As I buried myself in him again, just as easy, I finally heard his first high-pitched moan. „Fuck!“, I moaned in return, already feeling my massive dick, in his high hole, spasm. If I had moved I knew that I would have come at that exact moment. Instead, I waited in him, kissing him, putting his legs in the right position, to fuck him hard and fast. Letting him forget everything, especially time.

It did not even take two minutes before I violently came in him. Falling onto him, with the texture of my jersey now rubbing my hands slightly. But my dick did not get flaccid. Painfully hard I kept in him, until I had enough energy again, to fuck him again and again.

And no point, not even after my body was utterly sweaty did I get rid of any clothing. Clearly liking, the roles between us, Jeremy became louder, showing me, how much he loved this. Just for me to get even more aggressive, in the end, using him more as a fleshlight than anything else. Laying down on my back, him still in his skirt and Jersey jumping on my cock, completely limp.

As finally came the last time. Jeremy was exhausted. His body was just as sweaty as mine. His skirt and my jersey were full of his cum. He fell onto me, immediately falling asleep. I was just able to get the skirt off of him, hiding it under my pillow, before I fell asleep myself, with Jeremy in my arms, where he belonged. I maybe could not bring his parents back, just as he couldn’t do the same for me, but we both could help each other heal. If that means, being together and my fucking him senseless, I’m gladly doing both of it. Loving and lusting after him.

[Masterlist]

#Jeremy Gilbert #Jeremy Gilbert x male reader #Jeremy Gilbert imagine #Vampire Dairies #Vampire dairies x male reder #vampire dairies imagine #x male reader #male reader #male reader imagine #x male reader imagine #Smut

[crazyk-imagine]

The Vampire Diaries Master List

Scooby Doo Gang

Damon Salvatore Master List

Stefan Salvatore Master List

Caroline Forbes

Girl's Day // Ao3: Girl’s Day

Summary: Caroline is bored. Elena and Bonnie are busy. You show up out of nowhere and give her one hell of a girl’s day.

Finding their Mate Headcanon // Ao3: Finding their Mate Headcanon

Summary: Just a simple headcanon about how the character feels, the way it happened, or who told them that mates really existed. Includes most, if not all characters from the show. 

Elena Gilbert

Finding their Mate Headcanon // Ao3: Finding their Mate Headcanon

Summary: Just a simple headcanon about how the character feels, the way it happened, or who told them that mates really existed. Includes most, if not all characters from the show.

Bonnie Bennett

Finding their Mate Headcanon // Ao3: Finding their Mate Headcanon

Summary: Just a simple headcanon about how the character feels, the way it happened, or who told them that mates really existed. Includes most, if not all characters from the show.

Jeremy Gilbert

Finding their Mate Headcanon // Ao3: Finding their Mate Headcanon

Summary: Just a simple headcanon about how the character feels, the way it happened, or who told them that mates really existed. Includes most, if not all characters from the show.

Tyler Lockwood

Finding their Mate Headcanon // Ao3: Finding their Mate Headcanon

Summary: Just a simple headcanon about how the character feels, the way it happened, or who told them that mates really existed. Includes most, if not all characters from the show.

Alaric Saltzman

Finding their Mate Headcanon // Ao3: Finding their Mate Headcanon

Summary: Just a simple headcanon about how the character feels, the way it happened, or who told them that mates really existed. Includes most, if not all characters from the show.

Villains who have a Heart

Enzo St. John

Finding their Mate Headcanon // Ao3: Finding their Mate Headcanon

Summary: Just a simple headcanon about how the character feels, the way it happened, or who told them that mates really existed. Includes most, if not all characters from the show.

Katherine Pierce

Finding their Mate Headcanon // Ao3: Finding their Mate Headcanon

Summary: Just a simple headcanon about how the character feels, the way it happened, or who told them that mates really existed. Includes most, if not all characters from the show.

Malakai “Kai” Parker 

Finding their Mate Headcanon // Ao3: Finding their Mate Headcanon

Summary: Just a simple headcanon about how the character feels, the way it happened, or who told them that mates really existed. Includes most, if not all characters from the show.

Silas 

Finding their Mate Headcanon // Ao3: Finding their Mate Headcanon

Summary: Just a simple headcanon about how the character feels, the way it happened, or who told them that mates really existed. Includes most, if not all characters from the show

Qetsiyah

Finding their Mate Headcanon // Ao3: Finding their Mate Headcanon

Summary: Just a simple headcanon about how the character feels, the way it happened, or who told them that mates really existed. Includes most, if not all characters from the show.

The Heretics

Finding their Mate Headcanon // Ao3: Finding their Mate Headcanon

Summary: Just a simple headcanon about how the character feels, the way it happened, or who told them that mates really existed. Includes most, if not all characters from the show.

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[hawkinsuniversity]

𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 (𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧)

pairing : jeremy gilbert x reader (gender neutral)

warnings : drugs, marijuana

so we all already know that jeremys been through his stoner phase

would absolutely INSIST to roll for you

but then kinda fucks it up and gets embarrassed

once you’ve fixed his fucked up rolling job, he’d light up for you

he’d obviously let you hit the splif (or blunt or joint) first

would blow smoke directly into your mouth

overall it would be a very chill and calm environment smoking with him

after smoking he would immediately start craving food and insist on getting snacks

you’d probably go to a nearby grocery store to steal a bunch of food

but if either of you had money you’d order fast food

you’d probably end up watching movies and eating all of your snacks

definitely having to avoid elena

you’d probably end up falling asleep together while high

#jeremygilbert x reader #jeremy gilbert #jeremy gilbert x reader #jeremygilbert #jeremy gilbert imagine #jeremy gilbert headcanon #jeremy gilbert season 1 #gilbert family #tvd jeremy gilbert #tvd jeremy gilbert x reader #the vampire diaries jeremy gilbert #the vampire diaries headcannon #the vampire diaries masterlist #the vampire diaries jeremy #the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries imagine #jeremy tvd #tvd gilbert #tvd jeremy x reader #jeremy x y/n #jeremy x reader headcanon #jeremy gilbert x reader headcanon #jeremy gilbert stoner #jeremy gilbert drugs #gilbert jeremy #weed

[brunettemarionette]

Your parents had to suddenly go out of town. Jenna allowed you to stay with them only in Elena's room until your parents got back, however, witnessing the sibling stare off was a little strange.

The atmosphere was already awkward as the three of you brushed your teeth side by side. You were standing in between the siblings who had been giving each other weird looks in the mirror.

Rinsing your brush and mouth, you placed it back in your bag on the counter before giving them both a smile "Well, I'm off to bed, good night Jeremy."

The brown-haired boy was startled from his staredown as he turned to give you a sweet smile and gave his sister a mocking smile before he pulled you in for a hug rubbing your back "sweet dreams."

Elena huffed but quickly smiled when she saw you passing her to go to her room. She and Jeremy watch you walk away as the older sibling turns with a taunting smirk. "Wow, Jer, I definitely think I'll be dreaming sweet tonight."

Jeremy choked with a mouthful of toothpaste as he watched his sister mockingly wave to him, knowing she would be able to spend the whole night sleeping next to you. "I wasn't talking to you, Elena!."

#elena #elena gilbert #elena tvd #TVD Elena #tvd Elena Gilbert #elena gilbert imagine #elena gilbert tvd imagine #jeremy #Jeremy Gilbert #jeremy TVD #TVD Jeremy #tvd jeremy gilbert #jeremy gilbert imagine #the vampire diaries #vampire diaries #the vampire diaries imagines #vampire diaries imagine #love triangle #lgbtqia

[heartfullyferal]

Tarzan was walking down a dark alley street one night feeling rather annoyed.

You know who doesn't frequent dark alleys? Women. Girls. Any person with common sense and decency. You know who else isn't in a random dark alley? Elizabeth, and all the people who love her. You know where she is?

At home. In Mystic Falls.

She has a lot on her plate at the moment actually, did you know? She's coming up on her first well rounded year as a vampire! Her twelve parents are all actually very proud of her, despite her biological parents having taken up residence and ruling in Hell. Abandonment stings, but the wound is soothed by the warm and sanitising love of those who took her in of their own free will. Adoption was the Mikaelson's choice, and a very powerful one. Anyway.

The Salvatore Manor. A sprawling and ancient complex of wood and brick holding history over centuries that the walls dare never speak of. Now? A household so protective that it harbours spells to protect it's children, for the entirety of their immortal lives.

Given that it was late at night, roughly ten o clock, potentially headed towards Eleven? Stefan Salvatore was making the final rounds to make sure everyone under his roof was well fed and content, before bedtime. "Hungry, sweetheart?" He had peeked around the doorway to Lizzy's room, still driven to dote on her as his little girl, despite her having turned eighteen recently. In January to be exact. Lizzy, with a rousing swell in her heart, and a warm smile reaching her sparkling blue eyes, nodded and followed her father figure downstairs.

The kitchen here is a core room to the house, where family is found, love is served in hot bowls of pasta, and tears are dried to a cup of tea, or maybe if the time called for it, hot chocolate. With little marshmallows shaped like hearts. Lizzy loved those. Klaus Mikaelson could have just sacrificed her mother figure, but Stefan's hot chocolate? Would make it possible to sleep that trauma off. Its how Elena recovered actually, over time. Dying wasn't easy to get over, but Stefan's presence of supporting comfort was a miracle cure.

With the sandwich toaster out on the counter, Stefan was prepared. Three different types of cheese, expensive delicate hams, and freshly sliced tomato were all laid out on his chopping board, ready to build the perfect grilled cheese before bed. Carbohydrates, vitamin C, and joy were all getting packed in together, while Lizzy was given the floor to open up if anything was on her mind.

"Jeremy and I had the b e s t date this afternoon!" Elizabeth perked up, buzzing with excitement. She loved sharing her updates on what she and her long term boyfriend, future husband, and in between then fiance Jeremy Gilbert, got up to on an impulsive whim every weekend. Their spare time was always riddled with adventure, magic, or just the best kisses that she could ever dream of. "We took the new Tesla out, up to- oh the name escapes me, but you know that little village out west?" Stefan nodded, asking her if that was the one with the candy store so aptly named 'Princess Treats'. "Yes!" Lizzy beamed, now learning that the location was named 'Little Whitby.' Eagle eyed readers would understand the relevance of a town named after Whitby, the town where Dracula was invented. Just outside of Mystic Falls, a town full of vampires on the daily who absolutely have no time for that ancient old hack.

"Yeah! We had lunch at this cute little restaurant, and it was so calm and quiet, and the food was s o good, we stayed there for like two and a half h o u r s!" Again, all but a quote from the girl herself, Jeremy deserved the time m o r e. "And we went shopping, actually, and I managed to spend five figures on jewellery with him, we have a mutual love of r i n g s." Stefan smiled to himself as he watched the time for this grilled cheese, careful to monitor this down to the precise second- you want to cook the bread, not fry it. The smile? Not the smile of a sociopath who has no clue what else to do in this scene, no. Stefan smiled because he knew that love of jewellery would last Jeremy and Lizzy well into their future together, and bind and protect their love. Her future was s e c u r e. No matter how dangerous.

"Hi baby," Speak of the devil, and Jeremy walked into the kitchen making a beeline for the fridge- only stopping when he spotted f o o d being prepared. Plans forgotten, her took a seat beside Lizzy at the kitchen counter, smiling at her in a love struck daze, before movement near food caught his attention again. "Is there gonna be more of that?" Absolutely, Stefan confirmed he'd be making Jeremy his own right after this one- lifting the lid of the machine and plating up a piping hot sandwich onto a fancy little plate designated specifically for late night meals. With a knife sharper than Lizzy's witty tongue, Stefan sliced it into triangles, and placed the finished product in front of his precious almost daughter. 'Bon Appetit', and she was handed cutlery to protect herself from burning her little fingers.

"I'll take t w o thanks." Charming grin abound, Jeremy was graced willingly, and Stefan busied himself with love, while Jeremy sat and admired his girl, as she navigated the complexity of melted cheese running onto her plate. "Doing okay there?" He teased her, making her laugh, almost dropping her bite. "Alright- I'll quit distractin' ya." He lied, he was absolutely going to stay a distraction this whole time, because Elizabeth loves him too much to look a w a y.

A comfortable time passed as Stefan cooked for them, and once all three of them were sat together with their snacks, Lizzy was the one to change the subject. "Does anyone else ever get the feeling that there's someone out there? In the dark? Skulking around having just...the worst day. An awful time, because they're mad as shit, and can't find inner peace and acceptance with themselves?"

Jeremy was distracted with stringy cheese and deliciousness, but Stefan furrowed his fatherly brow. "Klaus won't get you here. You're safe. Whatever you tweeted today, he can't h u r t you."

Reassured, Lizzy resumed. Happy here. At home, where she belonged.

#the vampire diaries rp #the vampire diaries #tvd #tvd rp #tvd fic #stefan salvatore imagine #jeremy gilbert imagine #the vampire diaries imagine #stefan x reader #jeremy x reader #stefan salvatore #jeremy gilbert #stelena #delena #ian somerhalder #oc rp

[fandoms--fluff]

Can you do a tvd x teenage Salvatore reader

Comfy

Female teenage Salvatore reader x Stefan Salvatore x Damon Salvatore (+others)

Warnings: swearing?

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"Come on you have to get up" Stefan says sitting on your bed beside where your laying.

"Go away it's too early for this shit" you mumbled into your pillow.

Stefan sighed and took the blanket off of you, solving the mystery of where one of his favorite sweaters went, you're wearing it.

"Come on its either the easy way or the hard way" He said knowing full well you can hear him.

You didn't respond and he reached over to you and pulled your body into his lap. "The hard way it is then."

He stood up carrying you and went downstairs where Damon was sitting. By the time he got there, you were almost fully dozed off again if it wasn't for Damon throwing a pillow at your face to wake you up again. You just responded by holding up a middle finger at your older brother and then snuggling into your other older brother, going back into the comfortable position you were in before.

"You realize you do have to change before we leave the house, right?" Damon raised an eyebrow while smirking.

"Who said I was leaving?" You groaned, not wanting to leave and get out of your comfy clothes.

"We are. Everyone is meeting at Elena's house, we need to talk about the problem on our hands" Stefan says, putting you down on the armchair next to a stack of books that needed to be put back, on the ground.

"Whyyyy, so what? there's another doppelganger, big whoopty-doo" You rolled your eyes, actually not minding Silas because he was entertaining at least.

"Too bad, you're going" Damon said, putting his drink down.

You begrudgingly walk up the steps to Elena's house. You still have Stefan's sweater on, only changing from your sleep pants to dark wash, flared jeans.

When you walked in, you immediaetly make you're way down the hallway and to the left where Jeremy is playing video games. You sat down next to him after you grabbed a controller from the coffee table.

The two of you quickly immersed into the shooting game, completely forgetting the point of the whole friend group meet-up.

"Where are Jeremy and Y/n?" Caroline asked, looking around the room, not seeing the two sixteen year olds (you, biologically). "Playing video games in the next room" Elena sighed. She tried to get you guys to stop, but failed and walked away, not in the mood to fight with two moody teenagers who both don't want to socialize except with each other for some reason.

"Then I'll be right back" Caroline said.

She walked down the hall and over to the both of you. She stood in front of the tv, but before either of you could say anything, she grabbed both your guys' left ears.

She pulled you guys by your ears to the living room. "Hey!" you both exclaimed at the same time, not happy about being pulled away from your secluded area.

The next three hours are the most boring and long hours both you and Jeremy have ever had to endure. Well, before you fell asleep on top of each other and no one noticed after those couple of hours.

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[infictionalwonderland]

okay- so jeremy gilbert x reader, where jeremy is a bit of a player, and has played y/n in the past, when they were in middle/high school, but he realizes that he messed up because he had true feelings for y/n but y/n has moved on and is happier without him, and maybe during his vampire hunter era ? thanks in advance !!

i gotchu girl x

There was a time you would’ve done anything for him, Jeremy knew.

There was a time when a hint of pleading in his voice and a flash of a roguish grin would’ve gotten him anything he wanted from you. Sweet, charming you. The two of you used to be close—when you moved to mystic falls and joined their high school, he’d been the first person to befriend you (you thought he was just about the most lovely boy you’d ever met; he only approached you cause he thought you were a knockout)

Boys and girls alike continued to befriend you and attempt to woo you through the first weeks of your time at Mystic Falls High, and while you responded to the friendships (not the wooing, expect one girl whose smile almost made you collapse) very enthusiastically and amiably, no one could seemed to beat that Jeremy Gilbert, the sweet as sugar boy who made you actually enjoy coming to school.

But too much sugar causes cavities, in time.

Jeremy was apparently a known player although you’d always wave off that notion with a scoff, you’d never so much as seen him with a girl! What rubbish. Whenever you were around, he was always on your arm, making you smile and laugh as bright at the beaming sun in the sky. Making your heart stutter and flutter with each boyish grin and the raspy depth of his voice, and like a fool, you fell right into his awaiting arms.

Before Jeremy, you had kissed people just not necessarily with such passion or meaning—both of which he pulled from you with practised ease. He was your first everything (pretty much) and he assured you that you were also his firsts—fucking scumbag.

One by one he plucked away of those experiences and you were more than happy to let him to so, a glance at him was all it took and you were beyond gone. But you had thought you were both gone, his soft lips that you’d familiarised yourself immensely with were always pulled into that smile that you knew your own face mirrored, and in his shockingly muscular arms, rested upon his chest, you’d felt nothing but security and bliss.

Until you didn’t.

There was no explanation to his actions, one moment he was spending his time with you in your home—affectionately greeting your family and in that sweet sweet routine you both had which you adored with your whole heart.

And then. . well. He stopped messaging you. He never showed up (he’s probably just busy, Mom said—he did have a summer job, you had tried to reason). So you went to the grill, where his summer job was and there Jeremy, your Jeremy, was. Standing behind the bar, the uniform clinging to his muscled body with a shark like grin on his face, looking at the trio of girls in front of him like they were his prey. Long gone was that sweet smile that curved up on his lips beautifully, that expression so sugary, when you kissed his skin you practically taste the sweetness—the hidden message, drawn into the mass of sugar and honey and all things saccharine.

He glanced your way from a few seconds, evidently catching sight of you, and just have you a too short nod with that same predatory grin; no tells of fondness, of the memories that you were sure were embedded so deeply into your own skull (and heart) they would never fade.

There was a time were you would’ve done anything for him, Jeremy knew that—he was so aware of the fact it haunted him almost every day.

Haunted him through the careless glances you gave him in the halls of your shared school or pathways of your town. Haunted him through the unabashed tune of your laughter, a sound which he used to be able to cause all the time. Haunted him through the deep and genuine grins you were wore, unaffected by him and his lack of presence in your life.

He had fucked up.

So so so bad.

But now his life was even more fucked up, original vampires killing you his family members every other week, his sister being one of those vampires—and—and now, he wanted to kill them all, kill his own sister because for some godforsaken reason the universe thought that he, Jeremy Gilbert, should be a vampire hunter.

What a joke.

And now. . all he wanted was for you to hug him, to kiss him, to comfort him through all of this. To tell him you loved him, tell him everything would be okay, tell him you’d keep him safe, cherish him.

He craved those things so much his heart ached his chest—but it was his fault.

It’s not as though you’d chose to leave because you longer wanted to tell him those things, to hold him against your chest, to have him in your life. . he had left you, of his own accord, and now he was paying the price.

He watched you now, from behind the bar at the grill, messily and carelessly wiping down the surface; it was karaoke night and your friend was up on the stage singing some song he couldn’t recognise but you—you were smiling so brightly from your seat in your booth he was blinded and yet also unable to look away, you and your other friends were unabashedly singing along with her and laughing throughout, dancing faintly in your seat.

You looked so fucking happy, he felt his heart pound and break at the same time.

“You messed up, man.” Matt said bluntly as he noticed where his gaze had gone to.

Yes.

He very much fucking had..

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when the sun hits — jeremy gilbert x reader

✧˖° as the sun hits, she'll be waiting ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

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content warnings and genre: swearing, smoking weed, consumption of alcohol, sex under the influence, degradation

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synopsis: as the sun hits, you'll be waiting—for him and nobody else. the lines between hate and lust blur, but neither of you seem to care

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while the golden hour descended upon the tranquil woods, casting a warm, ethereal glow upon the world, jeremy gilbert and you found yourselves enveloped in a euphoria unlike any other. the rustling leaves whispered secrets to the wind, the symphony of birds orchestrated the perfect serenade, and the world seemed to slow down to a languid crawl. you stood at your familiar spot, a secluded clearing deep within the heart of the forest, where the rays of the setting sun filtered through the swaying branches, creating a mesmerizing dance of light and shadow. a sense of enchantment hung in the air, and the anticipation of what was to come tingled like electric currents beneath your skin.

jeremy, his piercing gaze never wavering from your illuminated features, slowly brought a slender joint to his lips, the rolling paper delicately kissed by the crimson sun. with practiced ease, he ignited the end, and the sweet scent of marijuana filled the air as he inhaled deeply. his chest expanded as he held the smoke, and his exhale became a billowing cloud of fragrant vapor that seemed to shimmer in the fading light.

“life's a trip,” he murmured, passing the joint to you, making sure his touch lingered a little longer than necessary, his voice a hushed confession that blended seamlessly with the soft rustling leaves. he watched as you took the joint, your fingers brushing against his with a subtle, charged connection.

as you brought the joint to your lips, your eyes locked in a shared moment of anticipation. the first inhale was a slow, sensuous pull that seemed to draw the very essence of the forest into your lungs. the flavors of earth, wood, and herb combined to create an intoxicating elixir that sent tendrils of pleasure coursing through your veins.

“feels like we were born backwards,” you whispered, your words carrying the weight of truth as you exhaled, joining the chorus of wispy smoke. your laughter bubbled up, a carefree, uninhibited sound that mingled with the symphony of nature. jeremy reached for the worn, weathered case of beer beside his feet, the promise of ice-cold bliss contained within. with a satisfying hiss, he cracked one open and handed you the can. the amber liquid glistened invitingly in the waning light.

you clinked their cans together, the sound a toast to your private nirvana. the first sip was like a cascade of liquid sunlight, warming their insides as the world around them seemed to blur and melt away. time, morality, and responsibility were mere abstractions that held no sway in this sacred space they had carved out for themselves. jeremy's eyes never left your face, and in the hazy twilight, your connection deepened, transcending words. it was in this intoxicating blend of nature, intoxicants, and desire that you found solace, a refuge from the harsh realities of the world. and as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across your secret sanctuary, you knew that it was there, in each other's arms, that you could truly be yourselves.

“i'm a mess,” the words left your mouth before you could stop yourself. you were a mess. your lips were swollen, gloss smeared from the rough surface of the joint. you were a mess. your hair was messy, an open invitation to the howling wind. you were off the rails. your skirt was too short for the incoming frostbites that would soon await you. the bags under your eyes were evident—from the lack of sleep and excess pills thst strived to keep you awake. you were a mess, but art was supposed to be messy. jeremy knew that—he loved the mess you had made of yourself, and you owed it all to him. it explained the glint in his hooded eyes and the subtle smirk that painted his face.

“you're not a mess,” he replied, his voice a sultry reassurance as he accepted the joint back from you. “you're a masterpiece, (y/n). every imperfection, every disheveled strand of hair, it's all part of the allure.”

as he took a drag, his gaze never wavered from you. the flickering embers at the end of the joint mirrored the fire that burned in his eyes. with each passing moment, the tension between you grew, a palpable electricity in the air that seemed to crackle and hum.

you leaned closer, your voices now conspiratorial whispers, the world fading to a distant murmur. “jeremy,” you began, your words laden with desire and a touch of uncertainty, “do you ever wonder if we've crossed a line we can't return from?”

he exhaled a slow stream of smoke, his breath mingling with yours. “every time i find you waiting for me, when the sun hits, i wonder the same thing,” he admitted, his fingers grazing your cheek. “but maybe that's what makes this so intoxicating. the thrill of the unknown.”

the joint dwindled to a stub, forgotten in the grass as your fingers sought solace in each other's warmth. the forest, bathed in twilight's embrace, seemed to hold its breath, echoing the anticipation that had enveloped you both. in that stolen moment, with the sun's last rays kissing the horizon, you were no longer just two souls lost in the woods. you were a masterpiece of desire and vulnerability, a living work of art that defied the boundaries of time and morality. as the sun dipped below the edge of the world, you knew that surrendering to your desires was inevitable, a journey into the unknown that neither of you could resist.

your lips met in a fervent collision of desire, a tempestuous dance born from intoxication and the darkest corners of their souls. jeremy's hands found the unruly tangle of your hair, gripping it firmly as he pulled you closer, his fingers tangling in the messy strands. his touch was rough, demanding, a stark contrast to the gentle caress of the setting sun. as your mouths melded together, the taste of chronic lingered on your tongues, a bittersweet reminder of the substances that fueled this forbidden encounter. his lips were like a brand, searing into your skin with each fevered kiss. there was no tenderness in his embrace, only raw, unbridled lust.

he broke the kiss for a moment, his breath hot and heavy against your ear. “you like it rough, don't you?” he murmured, his voice dripping with mockery. “you are a mess, always craving something you shouldn't.”

you responded with a breathless gasp, your hands clutching his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. “and you,” you whispered, your voice trembling with desire, “you're no better. you need it just as bad.”

amidst the fervor of your lust, a poignant truth hung in the air like a shadowy specter. your connection was not born of love or affection, but rather of addiction. addiction to one other, to the thrill of transgression, and to the potent concoction of substances that fueled your encounters. with each rough kiss and passionate embrace, it was as though you were trying to fill a void that could never truly be satisfied. you were addicts, lost in the labyrinth of your own desires, victims of your own vices.

jeremy's hands, once gripping your hair with possessive hunger, now trembled with a restless energy. his eyes, which had burned with a fierce intensity, were now clouded by a sense of desperation. he kissed you as if he were trying to drown his own demons in the depths of your desire.

and you, with your nails still dug into his skin, felt a pang of emptiness deep within. in the moments between your fevered kisses, you could almost taste the bitterness of your shared addiction, a bitter cocktail of self-loathing and yearning.

you were addicts, consumed by your desires, prisoners of your own making. and as you clung to each other in the fading light, it was impossible not to feel a profound sense of sympathy and pity for the tangled mess you had become. in the depths of your addiction, you were both lost souls, searching for solace in a love that had never truly existed, and in the dangerous dance of self-destruction, you had unwittingly become each other's enablers.

hia lips crashed back into yours, his tongue probing and dominating, a relentless force that left you breathless. there was no love between you, only a shared hunger for this dark, twisted connection. each kiss was a contradiction, a fusion of desire and degradation that left you both gasping for more. in that moment of intoxication, the world outside their forest hideaway ceased to exist. there were no judgments, no consequences, only the searing heat of your passion and the knowledge that you were bound by this insatiable craving.

“everything,” he practically slurred. you would have known it either way, the taste of the beer from his mouth coating every inch of your mouth. “take everything off, now.”

it was tricky business, doing something like that in the middle of the woods. you had both dismissed the potential lurkers in the shadows, hiding behind bustling bushes and branches. even if they were present, it was as if they weren't. that was precisely why you had done as told, hands shakily stripping off your clothes—one by one. for a second, your head had begun spinning, your vision growing more and more blurry by the second. it was as if somebody had set your nervous system on fire, but jeremy's situation was no better. he could've sworn he had felt his eyes roll into the back of his head, a metallic taste clouding his tongue as cold shivers went down his spine.

nonetheless, you didn't stop. you never stopped kissing nor touching, not even while ridding yourselves of your clothes. jeremy whined, left breathless as he pressed his forehead to yours, pausing to admire you in the upcoming moonlight. he was sweating, but he felt cold. he felt cold without his clothes, he felt cold even as you touched him. “you're nothing without me,” you murmured, slurring your words as your hot breath grazed his neck. he remained cold, even his touch becoming more cold amd harsh by the second.

when he fucked you, he fucked you like it meant something to him. he fucked you from behind, wanting nothing more than to beat into your ass and pull your hair without having to watch your face. he didn't wanna watch your face, he didn't wanna be that intimate with you. he could slap your ass and leave bruises like he did every time, and slam his pelvis into your hips until he'd hear you cry. he enjoyed hearing you cry as much as you enjoyed him making you cry. you enjoyed the bliss in ignorance—forgetting how much the bruising would hurt later, how much you'd bleed and how much harder the withdrawal would hit. it didn't matter, not in that moment. nothing did.

“take it all, all of it,” he urged, his voice stern as he pounded into you. he was merciless—your face pressed up against the bark of a tree as he only thrusted harder and faster, shoving you farther and farther into the wood. “it's all you're fucking good for.” you couldn't help but moan, the lines between lust and pain blurring as you felt yourself pushing back into his touch, his dick slamming into your sweet spot in a way that took away the sweet part.

“you're just a fix, and nothing more.” the words passed your lips absentmindedly, you hadn't even realized what was coming out of your mouth. however, there was a reason they called drunk words sober thoughts.

you wouldn't see each other until the following morning. soon, it would all be over, and you would return to being miserable the way you were both used to. that didn't matter, at least, not now. nothing ever mattered when the sun hit.

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The New Baby *Part 3*

Jeremy Gilbert X Son!Character

Word Count: 506

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Request: Original Request

*Part 2*

Jeremy waved you off with Asher, you were going on a date, after everything that happened they all figured you needed some time to yourself. Katherine had recently stopped by to tell you that Klaus was expecting a baby in New Orleans, something he had neglected to tell you before leaving, it was only a couple of days later that someone asked you on a date, even with the knowledge that you had twins at home so you were excited to give him a chance, however Asher had been grumpy all day and you almost decided to call it off but Jeremy promised you that they would be fine.

Jay had gone on a trip with Damon and Stefan so it was just Asher and Jeremy, while he had been well behaved he wasn’t himself, they had watched all the movies that he wanted to and eaten, it was now time for bed, he had sent Asher upstairs while he got his blood ready “never thought this was something that I would be doing for my child.” He mumbled as he held up the sippy cup of blood, he shrugged before heading up the stairs. Jeremy walked into Asher's bedroom, he smiled at the decoration, a forest themed room with glow in the dark stars on the ceiling “alright big guy you going to tell me what’s going on?” He asked. “What if mum leaves, you do all the time.” Asher said, Jeremy walked over handing him the cup before picking him up. “She’s not going to leave you kid, I can promise you that, she loves you just like the rest of us, I only leave because I live with Auntie Elena and Ric.” Jeremy explained. “I think Damon would kill me if I lived here.” “Why?” Asher asked. “Never mind about that, come on, it's time for bed.” He said. “I’m not tired.” Asher mumbled. “How are you not tired, I’m exhausted.” Jeremy complained. “That’s because you're old.” He mumbled. “Oh really well then if that is how we’re going to behave then I’ll have to call Damon and tell him what you said and then he’ll keep your present all for himself and Klaus will have to talk to Santa about taking you off the nice list.” Jeremy teased as he tickled his side, he laughed as he climbed back into bed “remember Asher I’m always just a phone call away, you can just ask Mummy to call me and I’ll come see or talk to you I promise.” “Okay thank Dad.” He said as Jeremy turned off the light and headed back downstairs, he sat on the sofa as he thought about what his life and led to, with two 2 year old Tribrid twins and how scary that was, he then realised that he wasn’t even the one that looked after them the most and his thought shifted to you. The girl who took on everything and just kept going you were brave, braver than anyone would give you credit for.

*Part 4*

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Having feelings for both Jeremy and Kol, you're are friend's with both of them, are human. You distant yourself from them but they want to know why cuz they don't like it. Reader always tries to stay busy since her feelings grow for both of them. -I'll let you decide if you want one, both or none to feel the same way or however you think is best to go- Thank you so much.

The Further I Go | Kol Mikaelson x Jeremy Gilbert x Reader

my masterlist ↪M A S T E R L I S T

warning ↪ reader is the youngest salvatore sibling.

I heard Kol and Jeremy like Y/n Y/l/n those were the words that made me want to die. Two good ex-friends both like me, one a vampire hunter and the other an original vampire.

It had been going on for months, the constant impressions and taking me out. Almost felt forced like it was a competition and I didn't like them both which made things hard for me because it was like I had to make a choice between the both of them.

"Y/n" Jeremy smiles walking into our class together "Are you going to the Mikaelson ball?" he asked me, shit.

I had forgotten about the Mikaelson ball, Kol had invited me a few weeks ago but I had never responded to his invitation because of Jeremy.

"Uh yeah I did hear about it." I say focusing on my history work, which was easier now more than ever thanks to stupid vampires and vampire hunters being in love with me.

"Would you like to go with me?" he asked "I'd prefer to go by myself." I say sweetly, it's not like I hated Jeremy but I didn't like him all too well.

You see, unlike Kol, Jeremy found fault in his 'opponent' the age gap, the murderous soul and retched family. It wasn't like Jeremy was all to perfect despite his whole life being fed to him in spoonfuls.

"Kol beat me?" he says quietly, Kol's name rung in everybody's ear. Almost like they knew who he was already just by hearing his name "well given i tried to go to whitmore, only to be followed by you both, then move back here and you both follow me again. No, it isn't the Mikaelson. I need free drinks." I say standing up and walking off

"I don't get payed at all for this you know, cut it out." I huff looking back up to our teacher who had been talking about history for that past hour.

"you don't get payed at all." Jeremy snickers "you're right, i need to. I put up with both or your bullshit, inside and outside of school." I mumble tapping my pen against the desk, waiting for the bell to save me and leave the school for the rest of the day.

Looking up at the clock, watching the arms move slower than usual.

Then everyone stands up "was that the bell? I didn't even hear it?" I say confused packing my stuff up "probably because you're good at ignoring things." jeremy chuckles "I can take you home?" he asks and I shake my head "I'm fine, thanks." I smile.

Rushing out of the classroom, waiting for Damon to pick me up from school "Y/N" a very familiar, not damon voice yells and I roll my eyes realising it was the only other person from Jeremy that I didn't want to speak to.

"Damon and Stefan are Busy with Niklaus and Elijah, So I figured why not pick you up myself." He continues yelling as I cross the street over to him getting in the car "I'm doing this because my house is too far from here." sighing, buckling myself up.

"How was your day?" he asks and I shrug "Jeremy wanted to take me to that stupid thing you guys are holding, he thought you asked me before him." I sigh not looking at him as he starts the car.

"Well I find it funny, which lover will you chose." Kol laughs to himself "it's not funny, its a vampire hunter or a vampire, an original one at that." I glare at him before looking back out the window.

"You promised not to see me until the party anyways." I was slightly annoyed at the Mikaelson, I had sworn to him last week that I didn't want to see his face "Well Damon didn't know about your vow to stab me with a pencil if you saw me again." he laughs.

"Besides, i'm only dropping you back off to your brothers before I go on a hike with Niklaus, you think this body just stays in shape all the time." he jokes around and I laugh "given you were daggered for a century, I think you're fine." I mumble.

"I'm fine?" he questions me and I nod "fine, nothing more, nothing less."

We arrive home, and he was right, no one was home.

"Right back to ignoring me I assume?" he says as I exit the car, nodding "Yep." I chuckle "theres a chuckle, i think I even got a laugh from you in this car." he says and I slam the car door in his face, he winds my window down "why do you ignore me?" he asks.

"Like I said, Vampire Hunter, Vampire. Who to choose? Myself." I smile to him as he nods before I walk into my house hearing his car leave the driveway.

My phone rings and I answer it immediately "you seriously agreed to KOL dropping me off. Damon what the fu-" "hold on y/n, i have a reason. Klaus and Elijah have a solid plan, I know that the little Mikaelson has a crush on you so I knew that he wouldn't hurt you." Damon cuts me off.

"I also know there little Gilbert would have offered but since you and Kol have chemistry I'd assume that you wanted to ride home with him-" "chemistry, are you stupid I'm trying to avoid them... BOTH." I cut off my oldest brother "And How was I suppose to know?" he asks.

"I don't know, but don't just assume because I have chemistry with someone that I want a ride home from them." I hiss angrily before hanging up on Damon and racing up to my bedroom.

Throwing my bag on my bed, laying down next to it. Damon's words repeat in my mind 'you and Kol have chemistry', I suppose we did. Not in the way Damon was insinuating be we still had chemistry.

But I tried so hard to stay away from him, and every time he just came back.

Sure, Jeremy and I had something but to me it was nothing more than friends, no chemistry we only shared interests.

Kol is different, I think I've known that for longer than I'd like to admit. Yet, the further I go from the both of them only one seems to come back and its the one I don't want to come back the most, Kol.

Kol Bloody Mikaelson.

But Jeremy... is technically dating Bonnie. Well, I suppose he isn't but they have a thing too, when he isn't with me anyway.

I mean it had only been a week of me trying to distance myself from them, I had been failing with Jeremy because of School but Kol's appearance was random and not my fault.

No this can't happen.

Sitting up on my bed, taking my bag off of my bed and emptying all the things I need before putting it on my door handle. I'll keep myself occupied, keep myself in this house until the Mikaelson's leave and until Jeremy gets with Bonnie.

the next day

"Y/N?" A british voice yells from outside my balcony, no, no, no.

It's only been a day, this can't be. "Y/N!" this voice continues from outside. "Y/n, i think someone is waiting for you." Stefan yells from the stairs "It's nobody" I yell back.

Continuing to fold my clothes the door opens "Mikaelson is here." Jeremy says, alright so maybe Jeremy was ok. He wasn't the one I was trying to preserve my feelings for.

"I know, don't let him in my room." I huff placing my folded clothes in my drawers, distracting myself by grabbing a book off of my shelf and reading it at my desk, Jeremy leaves and the voice continues yelling from outside.

"Why exactly am I not allowed inside?" he questions softly, I listen closely as my ears were damaged from hearing Elena and Damon all night.

"Because, she doesn't want you here exactly." Jeremy said softly "or is it because you want her to yourself?" Ko'ls attitude heightened, I knew he got pissed off easily but that was quick because I heard his fangs come out a few seconds after his question.

"KOL" I yell out "Leave Jeremy alone, he's just doing what I told him to do." I say looking down at him "well why?" Kol asks softly, his veins going back into his anger issued body "I'm testing a theory, which I obviosuly can't stand by if you're here trying to kill my sister-in-laws brother, which I suppose in a way is my brother" I say stranged out by my sentence.

"They aren't married." Kol says weirded out by what I just said "right, but anyways you can't come over." I say to him as he throws his arms up "Well why is that?" he asks me "you know I can just jump up there." he mumbles "I know you can, but I know that you respect me enough to respect my wishes." I smile to him and he sighs and nods.

"I guess I'll hang out with Elijah and Niklaus, good fun." he groans.

Continuing on with my book I hear his car start, something in me doesn't let him leave.

"Kol" I rush out of my balcony and he pokes his head out of the window "Yeah?" he says "Come inside." I mumble to him.

"He did ask you to the ball, didn't he?" Jeremy says at my door and I turn to him "No, Jer he didn't." I say "But you like him." Jeremy says and I bite my lip.

I had only figured that out yesterday, but if Jeremy could see it then I realise that it must be true. So I nod and he nods back almost like he accepted his fate long before it was shown to him.

"It's just the further I go from you both, it seems that he always seems to come back and not make it awkward. Besides you have bonnie." I smile to him and he nods.

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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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The Avenger and Her Vampire

You had been in New York for college for only a year when your aunt called to tell you the terrible news of your parents passing. You didn't mourn with them, instead choosing to go back to school. There, you lost yourself to the grief and wound up with the wrong crowd.

For years you've ignored your family, sending emails and postcards to let them know you were okay. But now that you're returning to your childhood home, there's some very important secrets your family has been keeping from you. Then again, you've got a secret of your own as well.

Words: 9.9K Author's Note: TVD AU. Slight Bonnie bashing which surprised me because I love her.

Mystic Falls would have looked exactly the same as you'd last seen it had it not been for all the suspicious men and women taking up Main Street, staring at you with suspicion as you drive by. There are even a few suspicious individuals down the street from your childhood home, so you pull up in front of your house while keeping an eye out for anyone nearby.

After parking and exiting your vehicle, you walk up towards the front door. The lights are on so you know someone's home and you readily ring the doorbell twice in a row, followed by knocking repeatedly. And then, before anyone can greet you, you open the door while sticking your head in.

"Hello! Anyone home?"

You only have to wait a few seconds before your aunt Jenna rounds the corner, her scowl immediately morphing into an elated smile. "YN!"

"Jenna!"

You push the door the rest of the way open, meeting your aunt halfway and throwing your arms around her in a hug. You grunt as she squeezes you, her embrace being a little tighter than you remember. Then when Jenna's had her fill, she pulls back while keeping her hands on your biceps, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"What happened? Why are you home?"

"What do you mean why am I home?" You huff a laugh. "Am I not welcomed here anymore?"

"Of course you are." She lightly swats your arm, "But it's been years, YN. The most we've seen of you is on FaceTime, so I ask again. What happened?"

You keep quiet for a moment longer before sighing with a slight roll of your eyes. "I'm going abroad over summer and I won't be able to be in contact with you guys, so I thought I'd come visit before I leave."

"Knew there was a reason." Her lips twitch. "But abroad? Tell me everything!"

Laughing, you let Jenna drag you towards the kitchen while you explain that you know the Tony Stark. What had started off as an intern gig working the front desk at Stark Industries led to CEO Pepper Potts asking you to run SI's social media accounts. Then from running SI's accounts, you were then given the passwords to the Avengers' social media accounts, and asked to clean them up.

By some divine intervention, you were friends with superheroes and then one of the richest men on Earth wanted to take you abroad as his personal assistant. And not being able to turn the opportunity down, you agreed.

"Wow. So superheroes, huh? What's Thor like?"

"He's possibly one of the most intimidating beings I've ever met, but at the compound where everyone can just be themselves without the public watching he's an absolute puppy. I adore that alien of a man."

Jenna laughs. "What even is your life?"

"I know. It's insane." As Jenna goes about putting away the dishes she had washed as you spoke, you ask, "So what's going on around here?"

"What do you mean?"

"Uhhh… Mystic Falls is a picturesque little town where nothing bad ever happens." Jenna snorts, gesturing for you to go on. "So why the hell are there so many randos hanging around and looking at me like I kicked their puppy?"

Her smile falls. "What?"

"Surely you've noticed it," you muse. "They're not exactly being subtle."

"Well no, but…" Your aunt suddenly looks spooked as she starts scouring the kitchen counters. "I need to call your sister."

"Elena? Why would you-"

The front door is suddenly kicked in, followed by men shouting. You and Jenna both yelp, whirling around towards the commotion, and then there's a liquid being spritzed into your face.

You cringe back. "What the fuck!" You yell.

"She's clear!"

You're shoved to the arms of a man wearing a paintball mask, whereas others are just wearing scarves to conceal their identity. A hand clamps onto your shoulder as your eyes wildly dart over every armed individual in your childhood home.

"What do we do with this one?"

"Take her. She's a sympathizer."

"What the hell is going on?" You ask, grunting a moment later when you're shoved towards the front door.

Jenna suddenly screams and you look towards her to see her hands covering her face.

"We got one!"

"Hey, leave her alone!" You shout, trying to move to aid your aunt. But you're kept in place, both by the hand on your shoulder and by the fact that when your aunt's hands fall away, her face is… it's not human. Your jaw drops as your aunt snarls, backhanding one man before she's spritzed in the face again. As she squeals in pain, face sizzling, a unique set of handcuffs are clamped around her wrists. "Jenna?" You hesitantly call out.

When Jenna hears you, she glances directly at you, and you watch her red irritated skin heal within seconds. The dark veins beneath her eyes slowly vanish and her too sharp canines disappear. "YN?" When you can only stare at her in shock, her bottom lip wobbles. "I can explain."

Several walkies go off at the same time, stating that they have someone incoming outside. Jenna is frog marched outside and once you get your bearings, you're quick to follow. There are several jeeps in front of your house, each outfitted with guns no normal civilian should have their hands on, and many others scattered about your yard.

"Jenna!" Your sister Elena appears out of nowhere, eyes panicked. "Hey! Let her go!" As Elena tries to rush towards your aunt, she meets the same fate as your aunt previously did. Only this time, they also stab her in the abdomen with what appears to be a wooden stake after she squeals in pain when her face starts to sizzle.

As Elena doubles over with a choked off shout, you practically fall down your porch steps in order to reach your sister. "Hey! Get away from her!"

As handcuffs are clapped around her wrists, Elena looks up at you in surprise. "Y-YN?"

"I said get away!" Subconsciously, an orb of red energy fills your palm, and you release it at those surrounding your sister as if pitching a baseball without even batting an eye.

"Retreat! We got an unknown!"

Several scared men and women rush back to their vehicles, hightailing it out of there while completely forgetting about your sister and aunt. Jenna stumbles over to Elena, the two of them trying to examine the cuffs around their wrists. But each time they touch them, they hiss in pain and have to stop.

Turning towards your family once the coast is clear, you ask, "What the hell is going on?"

"W-What?" Elena glances at you, warily. "What do you mean what's going on here? What's going on with you?! How did you-"

"Uh uh. Nope. We're not talking about me right now." You step forward until you can grab onto their cuffs with each hand. Then willing energy into them, they click open seconds later and fall away from their wrists. "I just outed myself in front of asshole strangers to save you, so you're gonna tell me what the hell is happening first and how the hell you and Jenna are whatever the hell you are."

Elena opens her mouth to retort, but Jenna cuts her off. "She's right, Elena. We owe her an explanation," she says while rubbing at her wrists

Your sister glances between you and your aunt as if in disbelief, before her shoulders sag and she heaves a sigh. "Fine. But I need to get everyone else here. This involves them too."

"Then get them here."

. . . .

Nearly an hour and a half later, well after the sun has gone down, you're sitting in your childhood living room while rubbing your temple from the onslaught of information your sister and friends have dropped on you.

Doppelgangers, vampires, werewolves, witches, hybrids… the supernatural is very real and if you weren't friends with real life aliens, you'd have trouble believing everything you've been told.

"So let me get this straight- you," you say while looking at apparently a thousand year old hybrid with a ridiculously cute dimpled grin, "killed my aunt and turned her into a vampire to be used when you sacrificed my sister to break your curse, but you had a change of heart and used someone else instead, and now everyone's just cool with each other?"

"Something like that," Klaus Mikaelson muses.

You shake your head. "And you," you say while looking at his sister Rebekah, "actually got my sister killed which led her to waking up in transition to a vampire?"

"Mmm, yes." The blonde is oddly proud of that moment, it seems, as she smirks.

"Jesus…" you mumble.

"It's not like we're actually friends," Bonnie Bennet, witch extraordinaire, says. "Originals are just hard to kill and even if we did find a way to kill them, they're linked to their sire lines."

"You say that as if I should know what that means," you deadpan.

Bonnie really tries not to roll her eyes as Klaus and Rebekah chuckle at your attitude.

"What it means, love, is that if we kill one Original, then every vampire they turned and every vampire those turned, and so on and so forth, all die," Enzo tells you.

"Vampire extinction," Jeremy mumbles.

"We're just covering our own asses by inviting the Mikaelson family," Damon Salvatore says with a shrug. "If they're left out of the loop and someone miraculously kills them, they kill us too."

"Sounds fair." You shrug. "So now that I'm all caught up about you guys, does anyone care to fill me in on what the hell happened tonight? Who the hell are these randos walking around like vigilante military?"

"Someone saw something they weren't supposed to and went to my mom," Caroline says, "but since mom already knew about the supernatural, she tried to dissuade them so as not to reveal the secret."

"Only that didn't work and something is amplifying the fear of these locals and others they've invited to town into hunting down the nonhuman," Stefan Salvatore tells you.

You glance at Bonnie while wiggling your fingers. "Can't you just magic away the issue? What's good being a witch if you can't spell away the problem?"

"Finally! Thank you," Rebekah huffs.

Bonnie sneers at the Original vampire before crossing her arms and glaring at you. "I've tried. Whatever this is, is immune to my magic."

"What about you?" Elena asks.

You frown. "What about me?"

"Jenna and I saw what you did," she says. "Couldn't you-" It's her turn to wiggle her fingers, causing you to grin.

"What do you mean what she did?" Jeremy asks, glancing between you and your other sister. "What happened?"

"She threw this red blast of energy and knocked some guys on their asses," Jenna says, far too impressed with you now that she knows the new you isn't a threat. You're still the same niece she watched grow up.

Everyone glances at you and you sink into your seat. "YN, what happened to you?" Elena asks, wanting to understand.

"I fell in with the wrong crowd after mom and dad died," you tell the room at large. "They had some powers of their own, that I didn't know about until way later, and they apparently sought me out after sensing some very weak magic in me."

"You have magic?" Bonnie stands a little taller. "But we thought only Elena had magic in her blood because of the Petrova bloodline."

"Well, there's apparently magic in the Gilbert or Sommers bloodline," you say. "Anyway, this group used my grief to manipulate me. When they had my trust, they exposed me to a crystal that amplified the magic that was already in me." You raise a hand in front of you, letting a small orb of red energy develop and dance between your fingers. "They call it chaos magic."

"Holy shit," you hear someone breathe in awe.

"In the beginning, I was excited. I was special," you tell them, losing yourself to the memory. "But then one really bad situation led me to losing control of my emotions and…" You close your hand into a fist, and your hand glows brighter and brighter before you flick your fingers open. A short wave of red energy expands outward before dissipating. As you blink out of the memory, you catch sight of everyone staring at you, tense. You shrug. "I, uh, I wanted help after that. I didn't want to accidentally hurt someone, so I sought out someone who could help."

"Who could help with that?" Your sister asks.

"I wasn't too sure, but I sought out Steve Rogers."

"Captain America?!" Your brother practically shouts. "You sought out an American Icon!?"

"Don't say it like that." Your nose wrinkles. "Steve's more than what the government dubbed him as."

"Wait," Jenna speaks up, frowning. "So, is what you told me earlier true? Are you really going abroad with Tony Stark as his assistant or…?"

"Ehh…" You squeak, shrugging.

"YN…" Her eyes narrow and you sheepishly smile.

"It's more of a mission rather than a job opportunity."

"A mission?"

"Surprise!" You give them jazz hands, chuckling nervously now. "I may or may not be an Avenger in training."

"WHAT?!" Out of everyone, your brother Jeremy is most excited. "You're gonna be a superhero?!"

"I'm gonna try to be," you say. "Apparently my morals are a little skewed, so I'm gonna be on probation for a while."

Enzo smirks. "Where has this Gilbert been all my life?"

"Right?" Damon muses, earning a punch from Elena and a chuckle from nearly everyone else.

"Anyway, I-" Nearly as one, every vampire perks up and looks towards the door. "Uhh, what's happening?"

Stefan frowns. "It sounds like a drone." And sure enough, moments later after the words leave his mouth, a drone passes by one of the front windows.

"A drone?" Rebekah scoffs. "How cowardly of them."

Everyone makes their way outside, hesitating on the porch, while only the Original family and Enzo head down onto the front lawn. The drone continues to hover noisily until Klaus leaps and snatches it from the air. Pulling an envelope that had been taped to it, he then crushes the drone and tosses it aside.

"Oh. They sent a note," Rebekah muses. "That's very quaint of them."

Her brothers huff in amusement as Klaus quickly scans the note. Summarizing it, he says, "They want a meeting with the new threat in the clearing next to the Welcome to Mystic Falls sign."

"No. No way," Elena says.

"It's a trap." Damon's eyes roll. "No one's going anywhere. We need to come up with a plan to catch them off guard."

"What better way to catch them off guard than actually showing up?" You wonder, moving to step down the porch steps, but keeping your hand on the porch railing. "They have no idea what I'm capable of. They're idiots to call me out."

Jeremy shakes his head. "They'll see you as a sympathizer and shoot first, ask questions later."

"That's assuming they'll even get a shot in."

"YN, think about this," Jenna says. "You don't know what you're up against."

"And apparently neither do you," you retort. "Your witch has yet to protect this town, so it's time some new blood takes the lead for a bit."

Bonnie scoffs. "Be my guest."

"Well, if you're going, then I'm going," Elena says.

"Me too," Jeremy agrees.

"You're not leaving without me," Jenna then says.

Glancing over your shoulder, you smirk as you will your power to gather. "Good luck leaving the house then," you muse. Immediately your eyes flash red and a red shimmer envelops the house and porch.

"What?" You laugh as you jump off the porch steps. "What did you do?" Elena steps forward to follow but runs into an invisible shield. "YN!"

"What?" You feign innocence. "The way I see it, every one of you is vulnerable. Bullets and stakes can't harm an Original the way they can harm all of you."

"Enzo's not an Original," Elena says, eyes narrowing.

"No, but Enzo was already down here, so…" You shrug. "And besides, he's cute. I need something pretty to look at in case I die out there."

"YN, let us out," Elena says, shaking her head. "You're in over your head."

"No."

"Bonnie!" Elena whirls around, but even as Bonnie closes her eyes to chant, your shield doesn't waver.

The witch frowns. "I can't. This is magic I've never come across before."

"Of course you haven't. I'm apparently one of a kind." You wink and then look back at Klaus, Elijah, Rebekah, and Enzo. "So, are you coming with or not? I may need a lift if you guys are running there."

"Darling, it'll be my pleasure," Enzo says. You giggle as he swoops you up into a bridal carry, running with you as if you didn't weigh much.

You have to close your eyes given how fast Enzo is running, but when he stops and starts to put you down, you open them and look around. You're near the meeting place, watching the vampires stare off in one direction as they listen to something only they can hear.

"What's going on?" You murmur.

"There's more than we anticipated," Rebekah murmurs back. "And they're all armed."

"Wonderful." Everyone continues to listen and quietly plan their next move, and eventually you grow restless. "Screw this. I'm going in."

"No. Wait!"

The vampires hiss threats at you, but you roll your eyes and continue forward. Walking through the tall grass, you keep your eyes peeled for anyone lingering on the sides. You don't see anything out of the norm and eventually you come upon a group of men and women.

Shockingly, it's a woman who steps forward and who you assume is in charge. "Who are you?" She asks.

"Who am I?" You muse. "Who are you? You came into my home and attacked us, after all."

The woman has a swagger to her to step as she stops a couple yards in front of you, crossing her arms over her chest with a self-satisfied smirk. "We hunt vampires. We're ridding the world of these monsters, but you were a surprise. So again, who are you?"

"YN Gilbert," you tell her. "And you attacked my aunt and sister. So, you and I, we have a problem."

"Your family are monsters. And so are you." As soon as the words leave her mouth, all the armed individuals behind her raise their weapons and green lasers center on your chest. Glancing down at all the moving dots, you laugh. "Those vampire friends of yours might be invulnerable to bullets, but are you?"

"There's only one way to find out." At your side, your right hand starts to glow. You hear murmurs of distress and you smirk as you glance at the woman in charge. "Then again, you're a moment too late. You should have had them take the shot when you had the chance."

Before she can get a word out, you raise your hand and flick your wrist. The red energy enveloping your hand disperses, and you watch as every person who had their weapon trained on you goes rigid as their eyes briefly glow red. From one second to the next, they all turn and train their weapons on their boss.

"Have fun convincing your friends you're not the monster." Turning around, your steps briefly falter as the vampires stare at you in amusement. You hadn't even heard them come up behind you. "What?"

Elijah's lips twitch. "What did you do to them?"

"A little mind control, I think. We should get out of here and regroup so I can figure out our next move. I'm not sure how long our new friends will be under."

"What all are you capable of?" Klaus asks, eyeing you warily.

"Dunno. I'm still figuring that out. Now can we go? I'm pretty sure everyone at my house is pretty pissed given I locked them in."

"My family and I actually have something to take care of in New Orleans," Klaus says.

"We would appreciate it if you kept us in the loop," Elijah then tells you.

"Sure. I can get your number from someone when there's something to tell." The Mikaelson siblings disappear after agreeing and you turn to glance at Enzo with a grin. "And then there were two." You step closer, reaching for him so he can prepare to hold you again. "Let's go, handsome, before the people with guns come out of the little trance they're under."

He huffs a laugh as your arms go around his neck and you jump so he's forced to catch you. "As you wish."

The next morning you groggily walk downstairs, yawning and stepping into the kitchen where Stefan is surprisingly cooking.

"Morning," you sleepily mumble.

He smiles. "Morning. Sleep okay?"

You wrinkle your nose while making yourself a cup of coffee and think about why you didn't have that great of a sleep. After what happened to your aunt and sister, Elena didn't want anyone unprotected. Tyler and Caroline still opted to go home to keep an eye on their mothers, but everyone else decided to stay at the Gilbert house. Bonnie slept in Jeremy's room, Damon in Elena's, Stefan called dibs on the couch, and you felt bad that Enzo would have to sleep on the recliner. Instead, you offered to share with him so long as he knew there'd be no funny business.

"If I had known Enzo hogs the blanket, I'd have never offered to share my bed out of the goodness of my heart."

Stefan chuckles. "Would breakfast put you in a better mood?"

"Mmm. What'd you make?"

"There's eggs, sausage, bacon, hashbrowns, and toast."

You take a sip of your coffee before you stand. "I'll make my own eggs," you tell him. "I'm apparently picky with how they're made."

Stefan grins while stepping aside, watching as you find a small pan for your eggs. You crack three in the pan, scrambling them. Then while letting them cook for a moment, you head to the refrigerator to grab a bag of shredded cheese. Once they're nearly done to how you like them, you sprinkle a handful of cheese so the heat melts it just right.

"Cheesy eggs," you muse while plating them. "This is now the only way I can eat them."

Stefan grabs a fork and tries a forkful from the pan, humming a moment later. "Huh. Those are pretty good."

"Right?"

The two of you eat in peace before the rest of the house starts waking up. Jenna and Enzo join you right before Damon and Elena, and then Bonnie says a quick hello before taking her leave to get a jump on trying to figure out what's going on. Jeremy is the last to show up and you swat at his hand when he tries to steal your bacon.

"So, what's the plan for today?" Jeremy asks.

You shrug. "Probably roam the town and see if I can sense anything. Elena, nor Jenna, can tag along because those people know they're vampires."

"We're out of the running because they've been keeping an eye on the boarding house," Damon says.

"Which leaves me," Enzo smirks.

Jeremy huffs. "And me."

"Yeah, but you're only human, baby Gilbert."

Your brother grumbles and you laugh as you ruffle his hair. "Don't worry. I'll protect you and the pretty vampire from any threats."

Elena is not happy that you're going out on your own with only Enzo as vampire backup, but you tell her if she wants to involve herself then she can go help her witchy bestie. She's not impressed, but you couldn't care less, and you head out once Jeremy is done with breakfast.

"Someone else drive," you say while tossing your keys over your shoulder. "I need to sit in the back and somewhat concentrate."

"All you, mate," you hear Enzo say. "I just wanna sit pretty in the passenger seat."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

You slide into the back of your car, scooting towards the middle and letting Jeremy settle behind the wheel while Enzo makes himself comfortable in the passenger seat.

"So, what exactly are we doing?" Jeremy asks.

"No idea. Just drive up and down every street. If something gives me the heebie jeebies, I'll speak up and we'll check it out."

"And if you don't sense anything out of the norm?"

"Then we go back home and try again later." He looks at you through the rearview mirror and you sigh. "Jer, just drive. I love Elena, but I really don't wanna deal with all her questions right now."

"But you'll answer mine, right?"

"Ugh. If I must."

"Cool. So, what's it like living with superheroes?" He asks, starting your car and pulling away from the curb.

"It was fun, but a bit chaotic."

"Because of all the enemies the Avengers have?"

"No, because half of them act like children." You huff a laugh, remembering some of your fonder moments with them. "Hawkeye likes to hide the vents and start unexpected nerf wars. Captain America and the Winter Soldier know no boundaries, and I usually found one or both sitting at my kitchen table and eating all my food when they forgot to order their groceries. And Iron Man likes to know any and every dirty detail of a person's life."

"What about the Black Widow?" Jeremy muses.

"She's more of a meddling teenager. Kept trying to set me up with people."

Jeremy laughs. "Who?"

"First it was Steve, then when she realized I had a type she reluctantly guided me in Loki's direction."

Enzo turns in his seat. "The God of Mischief? She tried setting you up with the God of Mischief?"

"Yep." You pop the 'p' and grin. "Almost sealed the deal too, but Thor's a cockblock and he got called back to Asgard before anything interesting could happen."

"Good. You can do better than the god of mischief who once wanted to take over Earth," your brother mumbles.

"Oh yeah?" You scoot forward so you can peer into the front between your brother and Enzo. "So, what are your thoughts on blood sucking vampires?"

"Gross!" Enzo barks out a laugh and Jeremy's attention is divided between the road and his passenger. "You better have not seduced my sister, Enzo!"

"I didn't, mate, but I did think about it."

You're laughing now, punching Enzo's shoulder while you tell your brother, "Give me some credit. I don't sleep with people on the same day I meet them."

"The vampires are off limits."

"Come on," you groan. "I need to have some fun before I leave. It's either this vampire or the other vampire with the accent."

"The other vampire with an acc- Klaus? You wanna bone Klaus?!"

Your lips twitch while you try to remain serious. "One or the other. You gotta pick one."

"No. Not only no, but hell no!"

You and Enzo are laughing again, and Jeremy grumbles while watching where he's driving.

For the rest of the drive, you divide your attention by teasing your brother with your attraction to the vampire in the passenger seat, and trying to sense anything out of the norm. Unfortunately, nothing feels off to you and Jeremy ends up driving back home.

"Better luck next time, yeah?" Enzo says while exiting the vehicle.

"Yeah. Until then, I'm gonna nap. Wake me up for lunch," you tell Jeremy.

For days you drive around Mystic Falls at random times, but you don't find anything. You even try to meditate and cast out a mental net, but again you come up with nothing.

Not even Bonnie has any luck and when you start to get aggravated because you know people are watching your family and their friends, Enzo decides to get you out of the house without any chaperones.

"Dinner at the Mystic Grill? How romantic of you," you tiredly tease him.

"We can always have dinner with your family and the Salvatore's, love."

"Mystic Grill is perfect."

"Thought so."

While you and Enzo wait for your food, you talk a little bit more.

"So is Mystic Falls permanent or were you visiting when all hell broke loose?" You wonder.

"Visiting. I'm a bit of a wanderer." Enzo tells you as he pops a piece of tortilla chip into his mouth. "What about you? What are your plans after your vacation is up?"

"Well, my trip is pretty confidential, but I'll be gone for two weeks before heading back to New York."

"And is New York permanent?"

"Yep. It wasn't always, but after gaining these powers of mine it's kind of where I have to be now."

Enzo smirks. "Will you be allowed visitors?"

"Of course." You laugh. "But the superheroes are nosy and it won't be long until they figure out your secret if you start visiting me."

"A price I will have to pay if it means I can have sleepovers with my favorite Gilbert."

Heat embarrassingly blooms in your cheeks as you toss a piece of torn napkin at him, making him chuckle. Thankfully, the waitress shows up with your food and you're saved from retorting by biting into your chicken sandwich.

You eat in peace, only having to stop a few times to greet old friends and old friends of your parents when they realize you're back. When it's all said and done, Enzo can't stop smiling at you as you leave the Grill and start walking towards Main Square.

"What?"

"I didn't know you were so popular."

"That's what happens when you're the golden child of two of the most respected individuals in town."

"Ah, yes. Your father."

You wince. "Sorry. I forgot you said that he- and Augustine."

"Water under the bridge, love. Besides, you were only a child when all that went down."

As you continue to walk, your arms cross over your chest and Enzo's thumbs end up hooked in his front pockets. He tells you about his turning and the identity of his sire which sets you off into a round of giggles as you tell him he's basically the baby of the Salvatore clan. He huffs, but finds amusement in your amusement.

You're then telling him all about the one time Tony Stark took you out for drinks and you ended up with the worst hangover of your life when a sudden sense of dread washes over you. You stumble and Enzo reaches for your elbow, and you immediately glance around at your surroundings.

"What's wrong?"

"You don't feel that?" You ask, your left hand reaching for your chest as your heart starts to pound with fear. "Fuck. Whoever's responsible for igniting panic in Mystic Falls is here. I can- I feel like-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Take a breath, sweetheart."

"M'trying." You try to catch your breath while reinforcing a mental shield around your mind. As the seconds slowly tick on by, you eventually get yourself under control. As your gaze scans your surroundings, you find someone standing under the clock tower. And when you clock them, they immediately tense and try to scurry off. "There."

When Enzo sees where you're looking, he speeds off and you start walking until you're in the middle of Main Square. Enzo reappears with a struggling woman by his side and he rolls his eyes. "Enough." He grips her bicep a little tighter, jerking her so she gets the memo to stop trying to escape. "Explain yourself."

"Yes. Please do," you drawl.

"H-How did you fight off the f-fear?" She asks instead, glancing between you and Enzo. "No one is supposed t-to be able to."

"I'm one of a kind," you deadpan. "Now explain yourself."

"The vampires have taken over. I needed to protect everyone!"

"Vampires are the least of your worries." You huff. "So what if they take a sip from a local or three? You should be grateful the vampires keep the worst threats from stepping foot here."

She shakes her head. "You're wrong. This vampire has used his mind tricks on you!"

"That's where you're wrong, girlie," Enzo muses. "Miss Gilbert here can't be compelled. You, however-"

"Wait." You stop Enzo from trying to compel the girl. "How did you do it?" You ask her. "How are you riling the locals and their friends up? How are you controlling their fear?" As you were asking her questions, you took notice that her hand reached up to grasp the tiny jar that had been hanging around her neck. She shakes her head, refusing to answer, and you reach forward with quick reflexes to pull the necklace from around her neck. "What's this then?"

"Don't!" She tries to lunge for it, but Enzo holds her in place.

"Why? It's just a-" An unseen force hits you square in the chest, throwing you off your feet and sends you flying. You land on your back with a grunt and within a second Enzo is there to help you up back to feet. "What the fuck was that?" You mumble.

"I don't know."

When you get your bearings, you glance back at the woman who fidgets nervously with something inhuman and grotesque standing right behind her shoulder. You scoff at her, gripping her necklace tight in hand. "Are you kidding me? You want to rid the town of vampires, yet you have a fuckin' demon at your beck and call? Hypocrite."

"He's helping me."

"He's feeding off of you, idiot!" You shout back at her. "He's just feeding differently than a vampire does, but I guarantee you he's feeding from you."

"N-No. He said-"

"Demons lie," Enzo tells her. "I wouldn't be surprised if he's leeching off your soul and every other soul he instills fear in. You're not helping anyone. You're hurting them."

She gasps and stumbles away from the demon, trembling when its milky white eyes turn on her. "I-Is that true?"

The demon gives a nonchalant shrug and you shake your head in disappointment at the girl. Her eyes fill with tears. "I didn't- I didn't want-"

"How do I get rid of it?" You ask. "What's so important about the necklace?"

When the demon looks at you and takes a step in your direction, she says, "Break it. Breaking the jar breaks the spell. Everyone will go back to normal too."

The demon hisses and you roll your eyes while throwing the necklace down and letting Enzo stomp on it. As soon as the glass breaks, the demon squeals before vanishing in a poof of smoke.

You frown. "Well, that was anticlimactic."

Enzo snorts and then gestures towards the trembling woman. "What do we do with her?"

"Please don't kill me!" She cries. "I only wanted to help."

"I'm not going to kill you." You roll your eyes. "But you are going to take me to your house so I can gather everything that will remind you of the supernatural. Then I'm going to make you forget everything you know about us and make it so you never have to worry ever again."

"P-Promise?"

"Promise."

. . . .

An hour later, you and Enzo are going through boxes of occult paraphernalia that you'd taken from the woman's home. You had texted your sister to text Bonnie to meet you at the house, so you were currently waiting for the witch to show.

"I can't believe the villain was so utterly human who got lucky with the right books," Enzo drawls.

"Right? And to think- oh, pretty!" You cut yourself off, picking up a small crystal globe. "Do you think this is harmless?"

Enzo snorts. "I don't know, love. Ask the Bennett witch. She's walking up the porch steps right now."

Bonnie doesn't bother to knock, instead just walking right on in. She walks into the living room, exhaling softly as she takes in you and Enzo. "What happened? Did you find any new leads?"

"Did I find any new leads?" You muse, chuckling. She doesn't look impressed with you. "I found the problem and took care of it. Vampires can now roam around without fear that someone is going to stake them."

She stands a little taller. "What?"

"It was a normal civilian," Enzo says, "who got lucky with the right occult shop. She summoned a fear demon and didn't realize that while it was riling everyone up, it was also feeding on them."

"So we broke the spell, put the mind whammy on the woman who was causing you issues, and cleaned out her supernatural paraphernalia," you say while gesturing to the boxes in front of you. "I figured this stuff was better off in your hands than in someone else who would try their hand at summoning."

Bonnie steps further into the room to get a look in the boxes. "O-Oh. And this woman, she's okay?"

"Yes. Just because I have magic now doesn't make me a monster, Bonnie. The woman is fine and doesn't remember a thing."

"She also has the urge to better her life," Enzo says. "And if you don't believe us, we'll give you her address so you can check her out for yourself."

"No. It's fine," she says. "I just- I guess I'm so used to Damon solving our problems by killing the issue rather than solving it without bloodshed."

"Aren't you glad I'm not Damon." Bonnie finally cracks a grin at you and you raise the crystal globe so she can see it. "So do you think it's safe to keep this? It's really pretty."

Her and Enzo both snort, and she holds her hand out for it. "Let me see." You hand it over and you watch as she closes her eyes, muttering under her breath. After a few seconds, her eyes open and she passes it back to you. "It's fine. I don't think she ever had a chance to use it."

"Score." You keep the small globe and then gesture to the boxes. "All yours then, Bennet. Don't go summoning demons now."

She chuckles. "I won't."

Enzo helps her load the car with her new possessions and then he's looming over you as you sit on the couch. "What?" You slowly grin at him.

"We have the house to ourselves."

"We've had the house to ourselves, Enzo."

"Yes, but we were expecting company. Now, we are not."

Your laugh gets cut short as you yawn. "As much as I'm looking forward to checking out your vampire stamina, I'm beat."

"Fine. Off to bed we go and then you're mine for the next few days now that you don't have to solve Mystic Falls' problems."

"Yeah. Sure."

You're peacefully sleeping when you're rudely awakened by your phone. Normally you'd let it go to voicemail, but you know for a fact that you silenced it which means your phone's been hacked. And given that it's a Stark product, you have a very good feeling you know who hacked your phone for this rude awakening.

Turning onto your opposite side, reach for your phone and blindly answer it. You realize a second too late it's a video call and maneuver the phone so the camera doesn't catch anything behind you.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty!"

You groan, keeping your eyes hooded because of the too bright screen. "Fuck off, Tony. What time is it?"

"It should be six your time, I think."

"Six?!" Your eyes open wider and you shift your position just a little, pulling the blanket up higher to cover your chest. "What the hell, Tony! I barely went to sleep like three hours ago."

"Mhm. And what were you doing three hours ago? Or should I say whom?" You catch his smirk and you scowl at him.

"I don't know what you're-"

"Cut the shit. I caught a glimpse of a very muscular back when you moved just moments ago. And a head of dark hair."

"Fuck." There's a snort behind you and you turn so you're on your back, shoving at Enzo's arm. "You just had to be here, didn't you?"

"You weren't complaining three hours ago, love."

Tony practically lights up. "Did you get a boyfriend?! Romanoff is going to be so pissed she wasn't the cause of this."

"He's not my boyfriend," you grumble. "He's just… convenient."

"Mhmm. And is this convenience going to be visiting New York when you get back from our trip?"

"Enzo knows it's a probationary mission," you tell him around a yawn. "And I don't know. Maybe."

Enzo changes position so he's also on his back, sleepily smirking at you. "Definitely."

"Then he's a boyfriend. Oh, I can't wait to tell the others. Our baby superhero is growing up so fast."

"You're both annoying." You yawn again. "Was there a purpose to this call, Stark, or can we go back to sleep?"

"Not really. I just missed my second favorite human."

"Second? Does Peter know he's been usurped of his position as second favorite? If not, I call dibs on rubbing it in his face."

"Rude. But anyway, I also made you a gift. I'll ship it out later, so be expecting a package later this week."

"Ugh. Should I be worried?"

"No, but I have a feeling your new boyfriend is going to love it."

"One- not the boyfriend. And two- goodbye, Tony."

You hang up before Tony can say anything else and set your phone aside. When you turn back around, you match Enzo's position so you're lying on your side, facing him. "What do you think he's sending you?"

"No idea, but I have a feeling it's either going to be something I need or something to embarrass me."

Enzo smiles as he tucks your hair behind your ear, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Alright. Go back to sleep, love. It's still dark out."

"Mmm. Okay."

Two days later, as you're sitting on the porch swing with your sister and enjoying iced tea with your siblings and aunt, a delivery truck stops in front of the house. The conversation you'd been having ceases as the driver gets out and opens up the back of his truck. Then he grabs a rather large black box, and when he maneuvers it in his arms you see Stark Industries logo emblazoned on the front.

The driver then walks up the sidewalk to your porch, glancing at everyone with a small smile. "YN Gilbert?"

"That'd be me," you say, standing to meet him.

"Cool. I'm gonna need to see some ID and then need a signature before I can hand this over."

"Sure. No problem." You head inside to retrieve your ID and then meet the guy back outside. As you hand over your ID for him to scan, you then quickly sign your name and take the box from him. "Thanks!"

"No problem. Have a good day."

When you turn around, your family is staring. "What?"

"What is it?" Elena asks.

"Yeah. Open it. I want to see."

Huffing a laugh, you gesture towards the door. You rather not open a box from Tony outside just in case it's something not meant for civilian eyes. But alas, once you get the lid off, it's nothing scandalous or confidential. In fact, it's something you were hoping you didn't have to deal with so soon.

"A supersuit!" Jeremy exclaims. "You got your own supersuit!"

"Calm down, Jer," you grumble. Picking through the paper, you pull free a top, pants, a jacket, and even what appears to be a head piece.

"Oh. That's pretty," Elena says while taking the headpiece from you and gently touching the intricate red designs. "Are these meant to be horns?"

"I'm not even sure." Underneath a pair of boots, there's a note. Picking it up, you read it aloud with a sigh. "Enjoy the last week with your family. We'll be there to pick you up next Sunday. Wear the suit. With love and excitement to see your boy toy- Tony." You huff a laugh before looking back at the box, shaking your head as your family roams their fingers over the pieces of your suit they're holding.

"What material is this?" Jenna asks.

"Do you think they can make me a Halloween costume out of any extra material they have lying around?" Jeremy wonders.

Both you and Elena snort, and you start to gather your suit from them. "I don't know and no. Now let me put this away while you guys brainstorm what we're going to do for dinner."

"Don't you have plans with Enzo?" Jeremy scowls.

"Nope. And don't make faces," you tell him. "If anyone is allowed to make faces, it's me and Elena because you're boning one of her best friends." Jeremy balks when Jenna barks out a laugh and Elena can only shrug while telling him that you're not wrong. "Besides, Enzo knows how much I love you guys and knows I should be spending all this time with you. I'll see Enzo whenever I want after I get back from my mission."

Elena arches an eyebrow at you. "He's gonna visit you in New York?"

You shrug. "He says he will, but I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

"You have that vampire wrapped around your finger," Jenna muses. "I won't be surprised if we see less and less of him once you get back to New York."

"If you say so."

During the last week with your family, Elena finds it in her to not be so attached to her boyfriend. You go shopping with Jeremy and Elena, catch up on all the juiciest gossip with Jenna, and a few times you have group dinners with the Salvatore brothers, Enzo, Caroline, and Bonnie.

They try to weasel out any information you can give about where you're going, but you keep mum about it and tell them if they stop asking, then you'll let them see you off when you're to be picked up. They agree.

Then the day before you're set to leave, you're surprised when you sit down for dinner right as the doorbell rings. Everyone freezes before Jenna glances around the table, counting everyone and trying to figure out who'd be at the door.

Suddenly Elena perks up, eyes sparkling. "I got it!"

You frown at her, but Damon, Stefan, Caroline, Jenna, and Enzo seem to be the only ones who catch on as to who is possibly at the door. You, Jeremy, and Bonnie can only shrug and wait for Elena to return.

So while waiting for your sister's return, you nudge Enzo and ask for him to pass the salad bowl.

"Rabbit food, YN? Seriously?" You startle in surprise at the voice, fumbling the bowl and glancing up to see a smirking Tony. "I know for a fact you're not fond of salad."

"Tony! What are- why are you-"

"He couldn't wait," Clint muses, entering the door with several stacked pizza boxes in hand.

The door opens again and your sister ushers in another familiar face. "And neither could Barton." Natasha grins.

"Shut up, Nat. You jumped at the chance too. Don't try to play it off."

"Someone had to make sure you idiots didn't wreak too much havoc." Then glancing at the gobsmacked and/or amused faces, she introduces herself. "Hello. I'm Natasha Romanoff."

"W-We know," Jeremy stammers. "Hi. It's, uh, it's nice to meet you."

You wrinkle your nose at your brother and reluctantly stand up to show Clint where he can place the pizzas he's brought. "Everyone, I'm pretty sure you know who Tony, Clint, and Natasha are. Guys, meet my family and friends." Then one by one, you introduce them to your aunt, sister, and brother first. Then you introduce Caroline, Bonnie, and the Salvatores, and save Enzo for last.

Tony gasps in delight. "I got dibs on the chair by the boyfriend!"

"Tony!" Everyone snickers and you shake your head in disbelief as Tony makes a beeline for your vacated chair. Then glancing back at Natasha and Clint, you gesture to the kitchen island. "We're all out of chairs, so it looks like we're standing."

"That's fine," Clint muses. "I'm good at standing."

"Me too."

"Hey YN, can I get a slice of that pizza?" Your brother asks.

"Yeah. Hang on." Though your family and friends are eating spaghetti and salad, a few of them request slices of pizza of their own. You and Clint serve them up, and then return to the kitchen island to get started on your own dinner.

"So who's got embarrassing high school stories?" Tony asks.

"Well…"

"Don't even think about it, Jer-bear," you immediately blurt. "I grew up with you and Elena. I have just as much ammunition against you than you do me."

"Yeah, but the Avengers aren't my co-workers. They're yours."

Your eyes narrow. "Alright, fine." The piece of pizza you had in hand is lowered. "Once when Jeremy was thirteen and our parents left us in charge, I walked in on him-"

"You promised to never bring that up!"

The room explodes into laughter and you grin. "Try me, baby brother. I dare you."

"Fine. I don't know anything."

"You buckled so easily," Caroline teases. She then sits a little straighter, smirking at the room at large. "Well, YN was a junior when Elena, Bonnie, and I entered high school, so-"

"I got dirt on you too, Forbes. I even have pictures before your HBIC days. Do you really wanna try me?"

Her smirk falls. "I burned all those."

"As if I didn't make doubles or even triples." Caroline pouts and goes back to twirling her spaghetti on her fork. "Does anyone else wanna try me then? Hmm." You glance at Bonnie who shakes her head with a grin and Jenna who arches an eyebrow at you. "Remember, Jen, I was there for every sloppy relationship and one night stand. I was eavesdropping long before you ever knew."

Jenna deflates. "I hate nosy children."

You bark out a laugh and happily pick up your pizza, taking a bite out of it. Tony frowns. "And here I thought I'd get some juicy blackmail on you, Gilbert."

"Keep it up, Tony, and I'll narc on you to Pepper. We both know she adores me."

"Yeah, yeah."

"So why are you guys here?" You ask, eating some more. "I thought I was supposed to be picked up tomorrow."

"Stark wanted to make sure the suit fit," Natasha says. "Have you tried it on?"

"Nope."

"Why not?" Tony squawks. "It's yours! I thought you'd jump at the chance to wear a suit made specifically for you."

"I've been bonding with the family." You roll your eyes. "Excuse me if I didn't want to squeeze myself into a suit and be gawked at."

"Hey, be glad it's not a catsuit like mine," Natasha muses. "Yours looks loads more comfortable."

"You guys aren't going to let this go until I try it on, aren't you?"

"Try it on! Try it on!" Jeremy starts to chant, followed by Caroline. "Try it on!"

"I hate you all."

Taking one last vicious bite out of your pizza, you drop it on your plate and leave to head upstairs to your room.

As soon as YN disappears from the kitchen, Tony turns towards Enzo. "So what are you intentions with the baby of the Avengers? Because let me tell you something, Lorenzo St. John, I know everything about you, the Salvatores, aunt Jenna, sister Elena, and friend Caroline."

The room goes deathly quiet and still, and Clint snorts. "Why do you guys look so shocked? You didn't think we'd be stupid to not investigate everything going on in this town, did you?"

"How?" Caroline wonders. "The council doesn't exist anymore and my mom knows better than to put that type of information on any electronic device where it can be hacked."

"Well someone was dumb enough to keep an electronic journal," Natasha muses, still casually eating as everyone else is too tense to move. "And while vampires and witches," she makes eye contact with Bonnie then, "all sound very whimsical, given our line of work we have to believe that there was an ounce of truth somewhere in there. So we dug and dug until we found pictures of the Salvatore brothers from way back in the day. There wasn't much on St. John, but there was quite the information dump on the Original family."

"So again I will ask," Tony says. "What are your intentions with YN?"

"Nothing. We're just having fun." Enzo shrugs. "I like the girl and we're just taking it day by day."

"Does she know about all of you?"

"She does," Jenna finally speaks up. "She showed up right before a group of men broke into my house and tried to take me by force."

Clint stands a little taller and Enzo waves him off. "Fear demon riled up some locals, but YN took care of it. All is fine now."

"What about this Original family?" Tony asks. "Do we need to worry about them?"

No one says anything and surprisingly it's Bonnie who speaks up. "They like to toe the line, but so long as they're left alone, it should be fine."

"They've racked up quite the body count." Natasha arches an eyebrow at her.

"So have Damon and Stefan." Bonnie shrugs. "But the Salvatores have learned from their past and live peacefully now. The Mikaelson family does their own thing, but so long as their family is not threatened, they stay under the radar. I doubt they want the government hounding them."

"We'll leave them alone for now, but the second they start making waves-"

"They'll behave." Damon rolls his eyes. "Klaus saw just a fraction of what YN can do and I doubt he wants her tapping into that power to subdue him. They might have a very powerful witchy sister back in New Orleans, but-"

"But YN's power is different than what the ancestors have shown us," Bonnie says. "No matter the experience of the witch, I have a feeling YN can easily outpower any of them."

"Shit. Really?" Now Tony looks intrigued, but before he can ask more about it, the kitchen door swings open.

"There. Happy?" You deadpan.

Everyone falls quiet and Enzo turns his seat to take a look at you. You mentally preen when you see his eyes subtly widen before looking you up and down, and then a leering smirk graces his features. "Hello, gorgeous."

You huff a laugh and flick his forehead as Caroline gushes. "Oh my god. You look so good in that!"

"It is comfortable," you reluctantly admit. "And I'm immensely grateful that my cleavage isn't out for all to see," you say while glancing down at the black and burgundy top of your suit. "And what even is this skirt or whatever it is?" You ask, turning sideways so you can point out the piece of material that's connected to the back bottom half of your top to give off the illusion of you wearing a cloak without really wearing one.

Tony shrugs. "Thought it looked neat. Do you want it gone?"

"Well, no…"

"Question." Elena sheepishly raises her hand. "If the world gets to see your suit in action and you become well known, can I borrow the suit for Halloween?"

"No." You laugh. "You are not dressing up as me for Halloween."

"But it's so pretty," she muses. "And that headpiece! God, I love that headpiece so much."

You shake your head at her, grinning, and then make your way back to the kitchen island. "Well now that everyone's done gawking, can I eat now? I'm starving."

For the duration of dinner, you let your family and friends spill a few secrets to keep Tony happy. Natasha keeps nudging you and gesturing to Enzo, but you shrug and blush when she wiggles her eyebrows.

"I have a feeling you have a thing for murderers," she quietly muses. "First Loki and now Enzo?"

You snort and shake your head, and then freeze when your eyes dart to her. She arches an eyebrow at you before smirking. You sigh in defeat. "Of course you know."

"As if we'd let an Avenger in training go back home without making sure everything was on the up and up. You're lucky Tony only kept the vampire secret between us three and didn't get Steve involved."

Your nose wrinkles. "He means well, but that man needs to realize not everything is sunshine and rainbows."

"Mhm. You don't have to tell me. I know perfectly well that we can coexist with vampires, but the second they start mindlessly murdering humans, then we're going to have an issue."

"Duly noted, Black Widow," Damon says aloud, letting her know he could hear her. "Though I am kind of interested to see how a vampire fares against someone such as yourself."

"Give me a few weeks and we'll test it out," she says.

Dinner conversation then turns into who they think can win a fight, and soon enough Jeremy has thrown all caution to the wind and is showing pictures from what he's dubbed as your teenage dirtbag days.

Soon enough Tony, Clint, and Natasha are leaving to hunker down in a bed and breakfast before they come back to pick you up tomorrow afternoon, and you're calling it an early night so you're not too exhausted the following morning.

As you walk into your room, you're not surprised to find Enzo already waiting in bed for you. Grinning, you crawl into bed until you're hovering above the dark haired vampire. "Hi," you muse, leaning down and quickly kissing him. "I'm surprised you're still here."

"Why wouldn't I be?"

You shrug and fall down atop the vampire, situating yourself until you're tucked into the crook of his arm with your head cushioned on his shoulder, your arm thrown over his chest, and your knee hiked up over his thigh. "Natasha usually scares people away or Tony intimidates them away."

"I don't know, love, the superheroes seemed to like us pretty well."

"You say that now, but wait until you show up in New York. You'll be their secret guinea pig that they test out their new gadgets on."

"As long as they don't cut me open, I have no issue with it."

"Ugh. They're gonna love you."

Enzo chuckles quietly. "I hope so. You're not getting away that easily."

"Can you guys stop being so cute? I'm not supposed to approve of whatever you guys have going on, but you're making it really hard to disapprove!"

You lift your head to shout at your door. "Shut up and go to sleep, Jenna!"

"Rude!"

Laughing, you let your head fall back on Enzo with a quiet groan. "They're all ridiculous. We're just having fun."

"Keep telling yourself that, love. Maybe one day down the line you'll actually believe it."

You pinch his side before turning your face to bite his pec. Enzo flinches and laughs some more. "You're not helping."

"Because you'll see it sooner or later that I'm the only one for you." He presses a kiss to your hairline and you sigh tiredly as you settle back down against him. "Now get some sleep." As you close your eyes and start to drift, you hear him ask, "Do you think I can compel your mission location out of that Hawkeye fella before you leave?"

"Don't you dare."

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[chloe-skywalker]

Sibling Issues - Klaus Mikaelson

Klaus x fem!reader Gilbert

Warnings: none

Word count: 429

Requested: Could you do a imagine where the reader is Elena sister and in a relationship with Klaus please - @anon

Authors Note: Thank you for requesting

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“Hello, Love.” Klaus greeted Y/n as he entered their shared bedroom in his mansion. He had been out dealing with some witch business, so he got home later than her.

“Hey.” she greeted back her head leaning up for a kiss as he got on the bed behind her.

Klaus gladly leaned down to place a kiss upon her lips before pulling away to ask the question on his mind since she seemed so tense. “Did you stop by to pick up more of your stuff?”

He had glanced around the room to notice if more of her stuff was in it and indeed there was. Which had made him already know why she seemed tense but he didn’t want to push on the sensitive subject if he was wrong.

“Yu’p’” Was her only response and judging by her tone he knew what must have happened.

“They're still mad at you?” he asked even though it was more of a fact than question. Klaus wrapped his arms around her and once he did he could tell some tension left her body. So he decided to also kiss her cheek.

Y/n sighed, frustrated with the situation. “Yeah. But I don’t care. I’ve had to put up with so much crap from Elena and Jermey but if it comes to anything to do with me they could give a crap or they get angry at me.”

“I’m sorry, Love.” Klaus mumbled into her neck, nuzzling into it.

“You have sibling problems all the time what do you do?” Y/n asked her Hybrid boyfriend as she turned to lay on her back, looking up at him. Why her siblings couldn’t support her relationship she’d never know. They’ve forgiven others that had done horrible shit to them why not Klaus? Y/n just suspected it was because they never liked anything she said or did.

Klaus laughed hovering above her with his dopey smile upon his lips. “I dagger them for a few decades.”

“Damn.” Y/n shook her head with a disappointed but amused look.

“Love, my siblings love you. You're a part of our family, we’d do anything for you.” Klaus stated to her as he brushed her hair back out of her face.

“I appreciate it. I’d do the same.” Y/n smiled up at him. She loved all the Mikaelson siblings just like how they all loved her.

“We know, Love.” Klaus nodded, he did truly wish he could take away the situation that caused her stress. Maybe he’ll have a talk with Jeremy and Elena.

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