This is it! The final chapter! Thank you to everyone who has read, reviewed, alerted and added this story to their favorites! My first post of this story was on my birthday 2 years ago and I'm happy I've finally finished it! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: none

Disclaimer: I don't own The Vampire Diaries or any characters associated with them.

The Lockwood mansion was alive with blasting music and bright lights as drunken high-school graduates partied away their first night of freedom from high-school. It surprised Jeremy that Mrs. Lockwood would allow Tyler to throw such a party, considering the number of valuables in the house. But this celebration was a long time coming. They had waited for a week to see if any of them would face the same fate as Tyler had but none of them had so much coughed. Jeremy was more than relieved that after all the worrying he'd done over losing his friends, he could rest easy knowing that Klaus wasn't their sire.

Returning to school was a tough transition from running around in the forest. Jeremy felt as if he were in another world when he was forced to sit through pointless history lectures taught by Alaric's replacement. The only amusement he got from that class was seeing Alaric mocking the professor and knowing that no one else could see it. It made him miss the vampire hunter just a little less. He was grateful when classes ended and he was able to graduate with Tyler and his class. He knew there was no way he would have if Elena, Stefan and Caroline hadn't compelled the principal and teachers into believing that they'd done all their assignments and aced most of the tests.

Jeremy looked over to the bar where Bonnie and his sister were taking body shots off a shirtless, inebriated Stefan and chuckled. He wondered if this bothered Damon but considering he was standing over them and refilling shot glasses he supposed it wasn't a big deal. Everyone was entirely too drunk to care about anything other than having a good time tonight.

"Hell yeah!" Tyler yelled, recapturing his attention as he landed another ping pong ball into the red cups before them. "Drink up Donovan!"

"Jesus Tyler! Have you guys had any?" Matt groaned as he removed the plastic ball from the cup before downing the beer.

"Just the pre-game beers before we started," he snickered as he gave Caroline a high-five and passed the ball to her. "If you guys are this bad now, I'd hate to see how bad you get when you're drunk."

"Don't get cocky," Jeremy mocked with a smirk. He narrowed his eyes in on the cups at the opposite end of the table. Compared to the three that were left on their side, Tyler did have a reason to gloat. Victory seemed inevitable to them.

"Don't be a sore loser Jere," Tyler returned it. His mate's eyes narrowed further in challenge.

Caroline aimed the ball for the cup that was furthest back in their row before throwing and sinking it. Jeremy rolled his eyes as they cheered.

"Caroline's obviously drunk. That's the only time she's good at this game," Matt told Jeremy with a laugh. Caroline looked indignant.

"So not true!"

"About being drunk or being this good?"

"I've gotten better since you-know-what! My skills are superior to yours!" she smirked. Matt rolled his eyes. Jeremy and Tyler couldn't help but laugh.

After having their asses handed to them, Jeremy and Matt were forced to move when two guys from the newly graduated senior class challenged the winners. Jeremy grabbed a half-drunk bottle of tequila before dropping on the couch in the sitting room that had been turned into the dance floor. Pounding music made the walls shake and sweaty bodies of teenagers grinded against each other, and Jeremy knew that some people were doing more than dancing thanks to the liquor. He knew with the way his eyesight was starting to blur that he probably shouldn't have anymore.

"Jerrrrrr," a heavy body fell into his. He laughed when he saw Elena's gazed eyes.

"How much have you had?"

"A lot," she rolled onto her back. "It takes alotta alcohol to get drunk now, ya know?"

"I figured," he laughed as he took a swig of tequila. "Where's Bonnie?"

"Somewhere with Damon. He took her away when—when she fell on her butt!" she cackled as if it were the funniest joke she ever heard. It made Jeremy laugh with her.

"I'm sure she and Damon will have a lot of fun tonight."

"Yep," she popped the last sound. She lost her balance and nearly fell off the couch but Jeremy steadied her.

"I still can't believe you're married," she inspected his ring. "Like…you got married before me and I'm the older one so that makes me look bad."

"You literally have an eternity to get married," Jeremy chuckled. "Don't stress over it now."

"Do ya ever regret it?"

He shook his head, "We were practically married before. Now it's just official."

"Now you can offishly sleep in the same bed!" she laughed. Jeremy chuckled as she threw her arms around his neck and pressed a sloppy kiss to his cheek.

"I luv you Jer-bear. You're my lil bro," she slurred against his ear.

"I love you to Elena," he murmured as he kissed her arm. She laughed loudly before falling to the floor.

"Ooops," she giggled. Jeremy laughed and helped her back on the couch.

"There you are!" Stefan cried as he suddenly appeared in front of them in all his shirtless glory. "Been lookin' everywhere for you!"

Seeing the normally brooding Stefan Salvatore drunk was more humorous than Jeremy could've imagined. With a couple bottles of booze he was transformed into a giggling, playful version of himself with bright eyes and wide smiles. He gazed at Elena as if she were a diamond mine.

"I was—was jus tellin Jere-bear that I love him," the brunette doppelganger gushed. "Cuz he's—he's a marrrried man now."

"We should get married," he had her in his arms quicker than was humanly possible. She gave a sound between a scream and a laugh as he dipped her down. "I want you to be my blushing bride."

"Of course!" she squealed. Jeremy laughed at their antics. It quickly died when their lips fused together and they fell back onto the couch in a full blown make-out session next to him.

"Ugh, take it somewhere else," he grumbled as his nose wrinkled. When they showed no signs of slowing down he grabbed his tequila bottle by the neck and left them to each other. Halfway up the stairs to his room, a pair of arms wrapped around his waist and he stumbled into the wall in surprise. Warm air hit his neck followed by lips and he immediately relaxed when the arms tightened.

"Hey hubby," he heard in his ear. He could stop the silly grin that crossed his face.

"Hey hubby," he whispered back as he caught Tyler's lips. He could hardly believe they were actually married sometimes. "What happened to beer pong?"

"We won, but we let the others play. I just want some time with you to myself."

He slipped the bottle from Jeremy's hand and he down what was left of the liquor. His mate watched with slight envy.

"You don't need anymore," Tyler laughed as he set the bottle down. He scooped Jeremy into his arms and raced for his bedroom, making sure to lock the door when they were inside. It occurred to Jeremy that people could've seen them before Tyler was on him hot and wanting and he could do nothing but match his movements. Soon, they were out of their clothes and grinding against each other. Jeremy threw his head back with a breathless cry when he entered him. He laced their fingers as they moved, slow at first and then gaining speed. When they tumbled over the edge, they lay in each other's arms and relished their afterglow.

"So, what now Mr. Lockwood?" Jeremy murmured in the peaceful darkness of Tyler's room, his arms folded under his chin on Tyler's toned stomach.

"No idea, Mr. Lockwood. What should we do?"

"I guess the first thing we'll have to do is have an actual wedding ceremony. Your mom ordered flower arrangements today," Jeremy chuckled.

"Jesus," he groaned. "I told her no flowers. We're not freaking chicks!"

"She really wanted them Ty. She was so excited when she showed them to me," he laughed. "I told her they would look nice."

"Don't ever tell her that about anything she shows you. Next she'll be trying to build our house," the werewolf grumbled. "It's bad enough that she's making us do this."

"It's only fair," he yawned. "Let her have fun with it Ty. She's only going to get to do it once."

"Not unless we have kids."

"But that won't be for a while."

"True," he sighed. "Fine, I'll go along with it. But if she orders anything extreme like doves I'm putting my foot down."

"Fair enough," Jeremy chuckled. He doubted that Mrs. Lockwood would go that far…but then again, Tyler was her only son. Although in these past few months, she had practically adopted Jeremy too. Even though they were already married and it was completely normal for them to share a bed, she had cleaned out the spare bedroom for him. It mostly went unused and she knew it, but Jeremy was grateful for it anyway.

He would forever be grateful to her for letting him into her home. In those months of living with them, Jeremy could see how much she loved Tyler, how much Tyler loved her and it warmed his heart that Tyler was close to at least one of his parents. He couldn't imagine anything turning out like it had if his father were still around. He was sure the tension in the Lockwood house would be thick if he knew that his son's enemy turned into his husband.

"She wants to know what we're doing for our honeymoon."

Tyler snorted. "She's not planning that too?"

"Well she can't if she doesn't know where we're going. I mentioned backpacking in Europe but I said we weren't sure yet."

The werewolf's tongue clicked against his teeth. "Knowing her, she'll book us some fancy five-star hotels to stay in."

"Like you would mind," Jeremy chuckled. "I know how you get when your every comfort isn't met."

"I've been getting better with that," Tyler nudged his thigh with his foot.

"You have," he agreed as he kissed the werewolf's toned stomach. "So backpacking through Europe, then?"

"Yeah. Where should we start?"

"Maybe Italy? We can work our way up and out."

"And you can do some art classes. That's my wedding present to you."

"Which would indicate we're staying for a while."

He grinned. "I might have kind-of rented a house for us in the Italian countryside."

Jeremy sat up and stared at him completely shocked. "What?"

"Mom helped me find it. The owner travels a lot and only uses it every now and then. And he has another house on the beach that he actually lives in. When I told him what I wanted it for he said he would gladly let us rent it and maybe let us buy it later," he grinned. "It's your graduation present."

Jeremy continued gaping. "You're shitting me."

"Not at all," Tyler laughed. Jeremy pulled him to his chest and smashed their lips together.

"You are fucking incredible," he muttered between kisses. "You are the best husband anyone could ask for."

"And don't you ever forget it," Tyler chuckled.

Jeremy pouted. "Now my present seems really lame."

"Babe, I'll love anything you get me."

"You won't even be able to use it until we come back. Unless you want to take your car-building hobby to Italy with you but you wouldn't be able to drive it back here."

It was Tyler's turn to gape. "What do you mean?"

"I know how much you want a Camaro and that was going to be my present except they're expensive but then one of your mom's friends from high-school that she still talks to is really into cars and he was able to give us a discount on the body and some of the parts—"

"You bought me a Camaro kit? Do you have any idea how long I've wanted that?" Tyler asked giddily. "Dad was supposed to buy me one and we were supposed to work on it together except he died before he could do it."

"Yeah, so I was thinking…maybe me and you could do it together," Jeremy ducked his head bashfully. "But I know that it was important for you to do it with your dad and I wouldn't want to replace him or anything…"

"Don't be ridiculous Jere. Of course I want you to work on it with me. But you need to learn about cars first," Tyler snickered as he pinched his side. He brought his mate into his arms and gave him a deep, loving kiss. "Thank you babe. That really means a lot."

"I figured it was better than getting you boxers with my name on them or something," Jeremy flushed as Tyler chuckled against his neck. "I was going to do it for your birthday but I thought this would be better."

"It is," he pulled back, "but you didn't even have to get me anything. I already got my wedding present."

"Which is?"

"Klaus is dead, I'm alive and we're mated for life," he shrugged. "Really can't ask for more than that."

Jeremy smiled softly and his heart hammered at the boyish grin on his husband's face. It struck him, as it often did, how incredibly lucky he was to have Tyler in his life.

He chuckled, "No, I guess you can't."

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