Vampire Diaries Imagines

Early Risers - Stefan Salvatore

The sun had just begun to peek through the curtains of the Salvatore boarding house, casting golden streaks across the wooden floors. Stefan padded down the stairs, still tying the drawstring of his sweatpants, expecting to find the house quiet at this hour. He paused when he heard faint music drifting from the kitchen.

Curious, he followed the sound and pushed the door open to find Y/N, his niece, dancing in front of the coffee maker. She was swaying dramatically, spoon in hand, as if performing a concert for an invisible audience.

Stefan leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You're up earlier than I expected."

Y/N spun around, startled, her long hair whipping like a ribbon in the air. She quickly recovered, grinning back at him. "You're up later than I expected, Uncle Stefan. What happened to your 'I wake up before the sun because I'm that dramatic' routine?"

"Ha ha," Stefan replied dryly, stepping into the kitchen. "I was letting Damon have his turn at being dramatic. Figured I'd take a break."

Y/N snorted, grabbing a mug and pouring herself coffee. "Yeah, I heard him stomping around last night. Something about a lost bourbon stash?"

"Typical," Stefan muttered, grabbing another mug from the cabinet. "He probably misplaced it while throwing a tantrum about Netflix not loading."

Y/N laughed, hopping up to sit on the counter. "Well, I'm glad I beat you to the coffee. I needed a little liquid motivation before tackling today's disaster."

Stefan raised an eyebrow as he poured his coffee. "What disaster?"

"Founders Day prep." Y/N groaned, leaning back dramatically. "Mrs. Lockwood somehow roped me into organizing the entire thing. It's like they heard 'Salvatore' and thought, Oh, perfect! They know what they're doing. I don't, by the way. Dad did all that stuff. I wanted no part of it."

Stefan chuckled, sipping his coffee. "Sounds like you're channeling Damon with that kind of melodrama. What? Don't want to be the next Miss Mystic Falls?"

Y/N tossed a sugar packet at him, which he caught effortlessly. "I'm not melodramatic-I'm just stressed. Seriously, Uncle Stefan, how did you guys put up with this stuff for a century? All these Founders Council people are exhausting."

"Mostly, we didn't." Stefan shrugged, giving her an amused look. "Damon either terrorized them or charmed them into submission, and I... Well, let's just say I avoided most of the meetings."

"Oh right, you fled the scene a few dozen times, right? " Y/N questioned with a playful and knowing smirk plastered on her face. "Maybe I should let Damon handle this. He can charm his way through anything."

"Or blow something up," Stefan added, his tone teasing. "But hey, that's your call."

Y/N grinned, hopping down from the counter and grabbing her mug. "You know what? Maybe I'll just channel you today instead-brooding stare, deep sighs, mysterious charm."

"Good luck," Stefan replied, smiling. "It takes years of practice to perfect the brooding stare."

She smirked as she headed for the door. "Oh, I've been practicing. You'd be proud."

As she left, Stefan shook his head with a chuckle, muttering to himself, "Definitely a Salvatore."