"𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚,"
Rosamarie Petrova was never meant to be ordinary. Years after a great betrayal that changed her life, she awakened...
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Smut warning! (I don't think I need to give one after all of the previous ones lol) Yep, I've officially run out of holy water!
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"You aren't kidnapping us, are you?" The older Salvatore asked the Petrova girl who had been guiding them to their destination somewhere deep inside the forest.
"Why would I do that?" She retorted, feet shuffling through the fallen leaves.
He smirked, wrapping his arm around her waist. "I don't know. Some weird-ass sexy fantasy of yours, maybe?" He mused, making her roll her eyes at him while Stefan stayed silent.
"Okay, folks. We're here," She announced, walking in front of them and pivoting around to face the brothers. "Close your eyes,"
"Why?" Stefan asked, knitting his eyebrows.
"Just do it..." She replied nonchalantly, grabbing their hands as they closed their eyes, confused as to what Rose was doing.
She smiled, helping them walk forward through the narrow passage between the two trees and they obliged silently, trusting the girl. Rose stopped them, slightly nervous about how the Salvatores would react to her surprise. She calmed her nerves down, taking a deep breath.
"You can open your eyes now," She declared with a smile, still holding their hands.
As they opened their eyes, they were met with several familiar faces standing at a distance from them. "Happy birthday!" They all exclaimed together, making Stefan and Damon's jaws drop to the ground, especially the latter whose birthday was today.
Rose Pierce had a habit of outdoing herself every time but after what had happened this morning, they couldn't have thought of anything better. They stood under a canopy of willow trees, its graceful arching branches adorned with fairy lights, illuminating their surroundings in a heavenly glow. A long table had been set in the middle, bedecked with candles and flowers, the very familiar scent of honeysuckle and jasmine lingering in the air with another table nearby, having food and something else placed on it about which Rose was certain that the boys were going to say no to. A cake. A gentle breeze blew, making the lights sway a little, only adding to the beauty of their surroundings.
"I know it's not your birthday, Stefan but today's the day we start over again. So, I thought what could be more rational than a birthday?" She told them nervously, looking at their shocked faces. "Happy birthday. Both of you,"
"You remembered my birthday?" A dumbfounded Damon asked her, making her shrug.
"Why would I not?" Rose retorted, raising her eyebrows.
Still holding their hands in hers, she walked them forward to the others while Caroline got up from her seat with Elena following close behind to pick up the cake and place it on the end of the table. "Time for the cake cutting!" Caroline announced with a smirk, knowing that it was going to make the Salvatores uncomfortable.
