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atlasthegreatest · 3 months ago

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Late Night Talking/ Caroline Forbes x Male Reader

In which, Caroline Forbes, upset and alone, meets Y/n Salvatore, Damon’s twin brother.

Word count: 3874

A/n: I forgot I had this in my drafts. Enjoy it!

The streets of Mystic Falls were drenched in the dim glow of the streetlights, flickering just slightly, as if they too were growing weary of the quiet. It was late, and the town, typically buzzing with life, now lay silent under the cover of night. The only sound that broke the stillness was the soft, uneven breaths of Caroline Forbes, sitting alone on a bench by the side of the road.

She wiped at her face hastily, trying to hide the evidence of her tears even though no one was around to see. Her heart felt heavy, crushed beneath the weight of Elena’s words. Elena had never meant to be cruel, but sometimes her well-meaning observations cut deeper than intended.

“You’ve always needed to be the best, Caroline. Maybe it’s time to stop trying so hard.”

Caroline heard the words over and over, like a loop in her mind, each repetition digging deeper into her insecurities. She had changed so much since becoming a vampire—stronger, more confident—but deep down, the old wounds hadn’t fully healed. And Elena, in her innocent way, had unknowingly ripped them wide open.

She wiped her face again, frustrated at herself for crying in the first place. She wasn’t supposed to be this fragile anymore. She was supposed to be stronger than this.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the distance, slow and steady, breaking through the silence of the night. Caroline tensed, her vampire instincts sharpening immediately. She turned her head slightly, scanning the shadows. The footsteps were calm, unhurried, as if the person walking wasn’t in any rush at all. When the figure came into view, Caroline stiffened, her breath catching in her throat.

He was tall, dark-haired, and familiar—too familiar. But this wasn’t Stefan. And it wasn’t Damon, either. It was like looking at Damon, but there was something different in his face, something older, more measured. His features were a little softer, his gaze less predatory, yet there was an undeniable connection to the Salvatore brothers.

The man stopped a few feet away from her, hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable. He watched her for a moment, studying her in silence before he finally spoke.

“You’re Caroline, right?” His voice was smooth and deep, but not unkind.

Caroline blinked, still trying to wrap her mind around who he was. “Yeah,” she said cautiously. “And you are…?”

“Y/n,” he replied with a small nod, his tone casual as if he hadn’t just dropped a bombshell. “Damon’s twin brother. Older, technically.”

Her eyes widened. Twin brother? Damon had never once mentioned a twin. It was hard enough dealing with two Salvatores—one who was endlessly brooding, the other infuriatingly smug—but now there was a third?

“Damon has a twin?” she asked, her voice a mix of disbelief and wariness. “How is that something he’s never mentioned?”

Y/n gave a small chuckle. “Damon’s not exactly forthcoming about his past, is he?”

She couldn’t argue with that.

He moved a little closer, his expression softening as he took in her tear-streaked face. “Mind if I sit?” he asked, gesturing toward the bench beside her.

Caroline hesitated, glancing down at the ground before nodding. “Sure, I guess.”

Y/n sat down next to her, though he left enough space between them to avoid making her uncomfortable. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, and neither did she. The silence stretched, but it wasn’t tense. It was… oddly comforting.

“Rough night?” he finally asked, his tone gentle, like he already knew the answer.

Caroline gave a short, bitter laugh. “You could say that.” She bit her lip, trying to push back the tears that threatened to spill over again. She hated feeling this way—weak, vulnerable—but it had all just been too much.

Y/n didn’t press, didn’t ask any more questions, which somehow made it easier for her to speak. “Elena said some stuff,” she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Stuff I know she didn’t mean to hurt me, but it did. It just… feels like no matter how much I change, no one sees it. I’ll always be the girl who tries too hard, who’s never good enough.”

Her voice cracked on the last words, and she cursed herself inwardly for letting it show.

Y/n was quiet for a moment, and when he spoke, his voice was low and thoughtful. “It’s hard when the people who matter to you don’t see who you’ve become. They get stuck on the version of you they’ve always known.��

Caroline glanced at him, surprised by the understanding in his tone. “How would you know?”

He smiled faintly, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’ve been around a long time, Caroline. Long enough to know that sometimes, people hold on to the past, even when the person in front of them has changed.”

She didn’t say anything, but his words resonated with her more than she expected. There was something about him, something that made her feel like he understood her without judgment. He wasn’t like Damon, who was all sharp edges and hidden vulnerabilities, or Stefan, who always tried to save everyone. Y/n was… different. Calmer. Wiser, maybe.

“I don’t know why I care so much,” Caroline muttered, more to herself than to him. “I’m a vampire. I’m supposed to be stronger than this.”

“Being strong doesn’t mean you can’t be hurt,”Y/n said softly. “It just means you’ve learned how to survive it.”

Caroline looked up at him, meeting his eyes for the first time since he’d sat down. There was no pity there, no condescension. Just a quiet understanding, as if he’d lived through the same kind of pain she was feeling now.

“I get it,” he continued, leaning back slightly. “Being compared to the people around you—people who seem perfect, like they have everything together—it’s exhausting. But you’ve built your own path, Caroline. You’re not just living in their shadows. You’ve got your own light.”

She swallowed hard, blinking rapidly to keep the tears from falling again. “It doesn’t always feel like it,” she admitted. “Especially with Elena. It’s like she doesn’t even see me sometimes. Like I’ll never be as important as her or Bonnie or… anyone.”

Y/n sighed softly, his expression turning somber. “It’s hard when someone doesn’t see the worth you know you have. But that doesn’t mean it’s not there. You’ve done more than just survive, Caroline. You’ve thrived. And no one—Elena included—can take that away from you.”

Caroline stared at him, her heart clenching at his words. It wasn’t just what he said, but the way he said it like he truly believed it. Like he saw her in a way that no one else ever had.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” she asked, her voice thick with emotion. “You don’t even know me.”

Y/n smiled, this time a little softer. “Maybe it’s because I know what it’s like to feel like you don’t measure up. And maybe I can see that you’ve been fighting that battle for a long time.”

Caroline didn’t know how to respond to that, so she just sat there, the weight of his words settling over her like a blanket of comfort. For the first time in a long while, she didn’t feel like she had to be perfect. She didn’t feel like she had to prove anything.

She just felt… seen.

“Thanks,” she whispered, wiping at her face one last time. “For sitting with me. For saying all that.”

“Anytime,” Y/n replied, his voice soft but sincere. “And for the record, you don’t need to prove anything to anyone. Least of all, to Elena.”

Caroline nodded, her heart lighter than it had been in hours. She wasn’t sure what to make of Y/n Salvatore yet, but for now, it didn’t matter. He had been there when she needed someone, and that was enough.

As they sat in comfortable silence, side by side on the quiet street, Caroline couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t as alone as she had thought.

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The silence between Caroline and Y/n wasn’t oppressive, nor was it awkward. It was a shared quiet, the kind where neither felt the need to fill the space with meaningless words. Caroline wasn’t sure what had brought Y/n to Mystic Falls or what his intentions were, but for now, he wasn’t pushing for answers, and neither was she.

She drew a deep breath, letting the cool night air steady her racing thoughts. Elena’s words still stung, but they weren’t the sharp, gnawing pain they had been an hour ago. Talking to Y/n—this new, mysterious older Salvatore—had brought her some strange form of comfort. He didn’t know her past, didn’t hold her up to some impossible standard like Elena sometimes did. He didn’t expect her to be perfect.

Y/n shifted slightly beside her, and Caroline noticed the subtle tension in his posture. His relaxed demeanor only masked something deeper, something unsettled beneath the surface. She wasn’t the only one with weight on her shoulders.

“Why now?” Caroline finally asked, her voice soft but curious. “Why come to Mystic Falls after all this time? Damon never mentioned you.”

Y/n let out a breath that could’ve been a laugh but was too quiet and resigned. “That doesn’t surprise me. Damon and I… we don’t exactly keep in touch.”

She raised an eyebrow, glancing sideways at him. “That’s putting it lightly, I’m guessing.”

Y/n gave her a knowing look, his eyes reflecting the dim glow of the streetlights. “Damon’s always been the stubborn one. Even more so than me, and that’s saying something.”

Caroline couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips. “I can’t imagine anyone more stubborn than Damon.”

Y/n chuckled, a real laugh this time, and the sound was surprisingly warm. “Trust me, it’s a family trait. But Damon… he’s always seen things in black and white. You’re either with him or against him. It’s hard to live in those shades of gray when you’ve known someone that long.”

There was a depth to his words, something personal hidden in the lines he didn’t say. Caroline found herself wanting to ask more, but at the same time, she didn’t want to push. She knew enough about complicated sibling relationships—she and Elena weren’t related by blood, but sometimes it felt like they were, with all the emotional baggage that came with it.

“What about Stefan?” Caroline asked instead, steering the conversation somewhere less tense. “Do you have the same… history with him?”

Y/n paused, considering her question before answering. “Stefan and I are different. He was always the one who tried to keep things together between us. The peacekeeper, if you will.”

Caroline nodded, understanding completely. “Yeah, that sounds like Stefan.”

Y/n’s gaze softened slightly, and for a moment, he seemed lost in thought. “He was young when we were turned. Still figuring out who he was. I think Damon and I… complicated that for him.”

Caroline glanced at Y/n. His voice held a trace of regret, and it made her wonder just how deep the history between the Salvatore brothers went. She knew Stefan’s story or at least parts of it, and she knew Damon’s. But Y/n was still a mystery. He carried himself differently than either of them—less brooding than Stefan, less volatile than Damon. He had a calmness to him, but there was something guarded behind his eyes like he wasn’t quite ready to let anyone in.

“I don’t want to pry,” Caroline said cautiously, sensing the heaviness of his past. “But what happened between you and Damon? I mean, if you don’t mind me asking.”

Y/n smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Damon and I have always been two sides of the same coin. We’re both stubborn, but we wanted different things from the world. I tried to pull him back when he was spiraling, and he didn’t appreciate that. And after a while, we just… stopped trying.”

His words hung in the air, weighted with years of conflict and strained relationships. Caroline could hear the pain beneath the surface, though Y/n spoke with a calmness that belied just how deep it ran.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, surprising herself with how much she meant it. She knew what it was like to lose someone—to feel that disconnect between you and a person you once thought would always be in your life.

Y/n looked at her, and for a moment, there was something in his gaze that felt almost… grateful. “Thank you,” he said quietly. “But that’s why I’m here now. I’ve spent too long running from the past. Maybe it’s time I faced it.”

Caroline tilted her head, studying him. “And Damon? What’s he going to think when he finds out you’re here?”

Y/n chuckled again, though it was laced with a hint of sadness. “Knowing Damon, he’ll either pretend I don’t exist, or he’ll make it his mission to push me out of town.”

“Sounds like Damon,” Caroline agreed, rolling her eyes fondly. “He’s not exactly big on brotherly reunions.”

“No, he isn’t,” Y/n admitted. “But we’ll see. Maybe things will be different this time.”

They fell into silence again, but it was less heavy now, the conversation had shifted to something more familiar—Damon’s inevitable dramatics. Caroline found herself relaxing, the tension in her shoulders easing. She hadn’t expected to find herself sitting on a bench, talking about life with a Salvatore brother she’d never known existed, but here she was. And somehow, it felt… nice.

Y/n leaned back, looking up at the sky as if lost in thought. “You know, it’s funny,” he mused. “I’ve been alive for centuries, seen more than I can remember, and yet… some things never change.”

Caroline glanced at him. “Like what?”

“Like the need to prove yourself to the people you care about,” he said, his voice quiet but carrying a weight of experience. “No matter how old you get, that never really goes away.”

His words struck a chord with Caroline, and she couldn’t help but feel the truth in them. She had spent so long trying to prove herself—to Elena, to her friends, to herself. Even now, as a vampire, she was still trying to show everyone that she was more than the insecure girl she used to be.

“Yeah,” she murmured. “I guess some things don’t change.”

Y/n turned his head, meeting her gaze, and for a moment, there was a shared understanding between them. They were both fighting battles no one else could see, both carrying burdens that went beyond the surface. And in that moment, it didn’t matter how different their stories were—because the weight of their struggles felt eerily similar.

“Whatever Elena said,” Y/n began, his voice soft but steady, “it doesn’t define you. You’re more than what other people think, Caroline.”

Caroline blinked, feeling a lump rise in her throat. She didn’t know how to respond to that, so she just nodded, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. She wasn’t used to hearing those kinds of words, especially not from someone like Y/n, who barely knew her but somehow seemed to understand her better than most.

“Thanks,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Y/n smiled a genuine, kind smile. “Anytime.”

They sat in silence for a while longer, the night stretching on around them. And for the first time in what felt like ages, Caroline didn’t feel quite so alone.

Maybe Y/n was right. Maybe she didn’t have to prove herself to anyone. Maybe it was enough to just be Caroline—strong, flawed, and enough just as she was.

Bonus chapter:

It was one of those nights that seemed to come all too often in Mystic Falls—tense, filled with whispered plans and barely contained anxiety. The air was thick with the scent of pine, the occasional sound of wildlife echoing through the woods. The Scooby Gang stood gathered in a clearing, their usual meeting spot when something dangerous was looming.

Elena, Stefan, Bonnie, and Caroline were waiting, a slight chill in the air making the night feel colder than it was. Stefan stood with his arms crossed, watching the treeline intently, while Elena paced restlessly nearby. Bonnie, ever the calm center of their group, was seated on a fallen log, flipping through a spellbook she’d brought along in case things went sideways.

Caroline was unusually quiet, a fact that hadn’t gone unnoticed by anyone, especially Stefan.

“You okay, Care?” Stefan asked, his tone soft but concerned as he stepped closer to her. She had been acting a little off all evening, and while Stefan trusted her, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was bothering her.

Caroline looked up at him, blinking away her thoughts. “Yeah,” she said quickly, flashing him a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m fine.”

Before Stefan could press further, Damon strolled into the clearing, his usual swagger in full force. “Alright, let’s get this over with. I’ve got better things to do than hunt down some rogue vampire.”

Elena shot him a look. “Like what? Drinking yourself into a stupor?”

Damon smirked. “Don’t knock it till you try it.”

Before anyone could respond, a new voice cut through the night, cool and casual. “Is this how you always greet a crisis? With bickering?”

Y/n stepped into the clearing, his presence commanding attention immediately. Damon rolled his eyes, but the rest of the group froze, their eyes flicking between Y/n and Caroline, who was watching him with an expression that was hard to read.

“Who the hell are you?” Elena asked, her voice filled with suspicion. She shot a glance at Stefan, who looked just as confused as she was. Bonnie straightened up, her eyes narrowing as she looked Y/n up and down.

“Y/n,” Damon said, his voice dripping with irritation. “My twin brother. Thought it would be fun to waltz into town and make everything more complicated.”

Y/n smiled, but it was the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I wasn’t aware my presence was complicating things. I’m here to help, after all.”

“Wait—your twin?” Bonnie asked, her gaze shifting between Y/n and Damon. “As in, another Salvatore?”

Stefan looked like he’d been hit with a ton of bricks. “Y/n...?”

“Hello, brother.” Y/n smiled at his shocked younger brother. “ I see you've grown now.”

Damon groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Yes, yes, I have a twin. Older, wiser, more handsome, blah, blah, blah. Can we focus on the actual problem here? The rogue vampire?”

Elena, clearly thrown off by this sudden revelation, looked at Y/n with suspicion. “Why didn’t you ever mention him before?”

Damon shrugged, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “Because he’s been doing his own thing for a couple of centuries. What does it matter?”

“It matters because we’re all just supposed to accept another Salvatore is walking around town now?” Bonnie asked, her voice filled with the same wariness Elena was feeling.

Y/n chuckled, though there was a hint of something darker in his eyes. “You don’t have to accept anything. I’m here for one reason only—to help you with the threat. After that, you won’t even know I’m here.”

Elena crossed her arms, clearly not convinced. “And why should we trust you? We don’t even know you.”

Before Y/n could respond, Caroline spoke up, her voice surprisingly calm. “I know him.”

That got everyone’s attention.

Elena’s head whipped around to stare at Caroline, her eyes wide with shock. “You know him? Since when?”

Stefan looked equally confused. “Caroline... how?”

Caroline shifted uncomfortably, glancing at Y/n, who met her gaze with a calm, measured look. “I... ran into him the other night. We talked.”

“We talked,” Damon mimicked, raising an eyebrow at her. “Care to elaborate on what kind of ‘talking’ went down?”

Caroline shot him a glare, her patience clearly wearing thin. “It wasn’t like that, Damon. He just... found me. We talked. About stuff. It wasn’t a big deal.”

Elena still looked like she was processing this new information, but Bonnie, ever the sharp one, narrowed her eyes. “And you didn’t think to mention this?”

Caroline bit her lip, glancing at the group before sighing. “It didn’t seem relevant at the time. He’s not here to hurt anyone. He was actually... kind of helpful.”

Elena blinked, clearly not expecting that. “Helpful? Damon’s twin?”

Damon let out an exaggerated sigh. “Oh, come on, I can be helpful sometimes.”

“No, you can’t,” Bonnie shot back flatly.

Y/n smiled at the exchange, stepping closer to the group. “Look, I understand why you’re cautious. I would be too, if I were in your shoes. But I’m not here to cause problems. I’m here because I know how dangerous this vampire is. And like it or not, you’ll need my help.”

Stefan finally spoke up, his voice calmer than the others. “What do you know about this rogue vampire?”

Y/n’s expression grew serious. “I’ve been tracking him for weeks. He’s older than you think, stronger too. His tactics are brutal. He won’t hesitate to kill anyone who gets in his way. And he has a grudge against our family, Stefan. Specifically, against me and Damon.”

Stefan’s face hardened at the mention of the threat being personal. “Why you?”

“ Our family crossed him centuries ago,” Lucian explained, his tone grim. “He’s been biding his time, waiting for the right moment to strike.”

Damon, surprisingly, grew serious as well, his usual arrogance slipping away. “So, we’re dealing with a vendetta. Fantastic.”

“We’ve handled worse,” Elena said, though there was a hint of doubt in her voice. “But if this guy is as dangerous as you say, then we need to be prepared.”

Bonnie, who had been quietly watching Y/n throughout the conversation, finally spoke again. “If you’re here to help, then prove it.”

Y/n met her gaze, his expression unreadable. “I will. When the time comes, you’ll see.”

Damon crossed his arms, a slight smirk on his face. “I still say we don’t need him. But hey, it’s not like I can stop him from getting involved.”

“Just stay out of my way, Y/n,” Lucian replied coolly. “And we’ll get along just fine.”

Stefan stepped forward, his eyes focused on Lucian. “Whatever history you two had in the past, leave it out of this. We need to work together, now.”

Y/n’s expression softened slightly as if he respected Stefan’s resolve. “Agreed.”

The tension in the air lessened, but it didn’t disappear entirely. The Scooby Gang was still on edge, and Y/n’s presence wasn’t exactly comforting to most of them. But they had a common goal now, and for the moment, that was enough.

As they began discussing their plan to deal with the rogue vampire, Caroline found herself standing beside Y/n, who glanced at her with a quiet smile.

“Thanks,” he murmured, his voice low so the others couldn’t hear. “For vouching for me.”

Caroline gave him a small smile in return. “Don’t make me regret it.”

Y/n chuckled softly. “I won’t.”

As the group prepared for the looming threat, Caroline couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of relief. Y/n was still a mystery, but she had a feeling that maybe, just maybe, he was exactly what they needed.

What she needed.

#caroline forbes #male reader #the vampire diaries #damon salvatore #stefan salvatore #elena gilbert #bonnie bennett #tvd universe #caroline forbes x reader

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raspberryslxt · 1 month ago

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UNEXPECTED TURNS - PART 3

OBX X TVD FANFICTION

jj maybank x gilbert!reader x rafe cameron

The Outer Banks was full of secrets, and y/n could feel them pressing in on her from every direction. The Pogues had their treasure hunt, Rafe had his demons, and now even Elena seemed to be caught up in something back in Mystic Falls.

Y/n had thought coming to the OBX would be an escape, a chance to leave behind the pain of losing her parents and the suffocating weight of everything she’d been through. But here, the lines between right and wrong, trust and betrayal, were just as blurry—if not more so.

It was just past noon when y/n arrived at the Chateau, her bike skidding to a halt in the sandy driveway. She could hear the sound of raised voices before she even reached the porch, the Pogues clearly in the middle of another heated discussion.

“Are you guys always this dramatic?” she asked, stepping inside and letting the screen door slam behind her.

JJ was the first to look up, his signature grin spreading across his face. “There she is! Our honorary Pogue, here to save the day.”

“Save the day from what, exactly?” y/n asked, raising an eyebrow as she joined them around the table.

John B gestured to a crumpled piece of paper in the center. “We’ve got another lead on the Royal Merchant.”

“And by ‘lead,’ he means another half-baked idea that’s probably gonna get us all arrested,” Pope said, crossing his arms.

“Have a little faith, man,” JJ said, slapping Pope on the back before turning to y/n. “So, what do you say? You in?”

Y/n glanced at the map, then at the eager faces around her. She’d only known the Pogues for a short time, but their passion and loyalty were infectious.

“Of course I’m in,” she said, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Atta girl,” JJ said, slinging an arm around her shoulders. His touch lingered just a second too long, enough to send a jolt of electricity down her spine.

John B quickly outlined the plan, detailing how they’d need to sneak onto some private property to investigate a potential clue. Y/n couldn’t help but notice the way JJ kept glancing at her, his teasing remarks softer than usual, as if he was testing the waters.

“Y/n, you good with playing lookout?” John B asked.

“Sure,” she said, though she could feel JJ’s eyes on her again.

“I’ll keep her company,” JJ offered, flashing a grin that made her stomach flip.

Kiara rolled her eyes. “Of course you will.”

A few hours later, the Pogues and y/n found themselves crouched behind a row of bushes, the sprawling estate they needed to search looming ahead.

“Remind me why we always have to break the law for these plans?” y/n whispered, glancing nervously at the security cameras mounted along the fence.

“Because breaking the law is way more fun than following it,” JJ whispered back, his breath warm against her ear.

Y/n shot him a look, but she couldn’t help the smile that crept onto her face.

The group split up, John B, Pope, and Kiara heading toward the main house while JJ and y/n stayed near the gate.

“So, what’s the story with you and the Camerons?” JJ asked after a few minutes of silence.

Y/n frowned, caught off guard by the question. “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean,” JJ said.

Y/n hesitated, unsure how to explain. “Ward offered to take me in after my parents died. He and my dad were friends.”

“Oh. You never told us your parents passed away, i’m sorry” JJ said.

”I don’t like speaking about my emotions”

„What about Rafe” JJ asked.

“What about him?” y/n asked, though her cheeks flushed at the mention of his name.

JJ smirked, leaning closer. “Don’t play dumb, y/n. I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

Y/n opened her mouth to protest, but before she could respond, the sound of footsteps made them both freeze.

“Shit,” JJ muttered, grabbing her hand and pulling her behind a tree just as a security guard rounded the corner.

Y/n’s heart pounded in her chest as they crouched together, JJ’s arm brushing against hers. When the guard finally moved on, she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

“You okay?” JJ asked, his voice unusually soft.

“Yeah,” y/n said, her pulse still racing. “Thanks.”

JJ grinned, his blue eyes sparkling. “Anytime, princess.”

That evening, y/n returned to the Cameron estate, her head still spinning from the day’s events. She was just about to head upstairs when Rafe appeared in the hallway, his expression unreadable.

“Where’ve you been?” he asked, his tone casual but his eyes sharp.

“Out,” y/n replied, brushing past him.

Rafe grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks. “Out where?”

“Why do you care?” she shot back, pulling her arm free.

Rafe stared at her for a long moment, his jaw tightening. “You don’t belong with them, y/n. They’re not like us.”

“Us?” y/n repeated, her voice tinged with disbelief. “Rafe, in case you haven’t noticed, I don’t exactly fit into your perfect little Kook world.”

Rafe stepped closer, his gaze intense. “Maybe not. But that doesn’t mean you should be hanging out with Pogues.”

“Why do you even care?” y/n asked, her voice quieter now.

For a moment, Rafe didn’t answer. Then, he reached up, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Because I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

Y/n’s breath caught, her heart pounding as his fingers lingered against her cheek.

“Rafe…” she began, but before she could finish, he pulled away, his expression hardening.

“Just… think about what I said,” he muttered before walking away.

The next morning, y/n was sitting on the back porch, sipping her coffee and watching the waves, when Ward joined her.

“Mind if I sit?” he asked, gesturing to the chair beside her.

“Sure,” y/n said, though she felt a pang of unease.

Ward settled into the chair, his gaze thoughtful. “I’ve noticed you’ve been spending a lot of time with John B and his friends.”

Y/n tensed, unsure where this was going. “Yeah. They’re nice.”

“They’re also trouble,” Ward said, his tone firm. “And I’d hate to see you get caught up in something dangerous.”

“I can take care of myself,” y/n said, her voice sharper than she intended.

Ward nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. “I know you can. But you’ve been through a lot, y/n. And I just want to make sure you’re not… losing your way.”

Y/n frowned, unsure how to respond.

That night, as y/n lay in bed, her phone buzzed.

“Elena?” she answered, sitting up.

“Y/n,” Elena said, her voice shaky.

“What’s wrong?” y/n asked, her stomach twisting with worry.

“I need you to come back,” Elena said, her words rushed. “Something’s… happened. I can’t explain it over the phone, but I need you here.”

“Elena, what’s going on?” y/n asked, her heart racing.

“Please,” Elena said, her voice breaking. “Just come home.”

Y/n hesitated, torn between the world she was starting to build in the Outer Banks and the life she’d left behind in Mystic Falls.

“I’ll think about it,” she said finally.

“Don’t think too long,” Elena replied before hanging up, leaving y/n alone with her thoughts and the weight of her sister’s words.

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thequeenofneverland1 · 20 days ago

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Damon and Stefan Salvatore////In the shallow of Katherine Pierce Part Two

Warnings: Vampire Themes, Emotional distress, Parental Manipulation, Self-harm Ideation, Violence, Romantic Tension, Dark themes and blood feeding

Upstairs, you sat curled on the edge of your bed, clutching a pillow tightly against your chest. The room felt like it was closing in on you, the weight of Katherine’s words pressing down with every passing second. You’d always known who you were, or at least, you thought you did. But now, it was as though the foundation of your entire existence had cracked, leaving you teetering on the edge of uncertainty.

The sound of footsteps approaching your door made your heart lurch. You wiped hastily at your cheeks, trying to compose yourself, but the tears kept slipping free. A soft knock followed, hesitant but steady.

“Y/N?” Stefan’s voice called gently from the other side. “It’s me and Damon. Can we come in?”

You hesitated, every part of you wanting to scream no, to be left alone to drown in the chaos of your thoughts. But a small part of you, the part that didn’t want to feel so unbearably alone, murmured otherwise.

“Yeah,” you said finally, your voice cracking.

The door opened slowly, and Stefan stepped inside first, Damon lingering just behind him. Both of their expressions were careful, measured, like they were trying not to say the wrong thing.

Stefan sat down on the edge of the bed, leaving enough space to not crowd you, while Damon leaned casually against the doorframe, though his eyes were anything but casual. They were focused, filled with concern.

“We just wanted to check on you,” Stefan started, his tone calm and steady. “You don’t have to talk about anything if you’re not ready, but we’re here.”

Damon, uncharacteristically quiet, nodded in agreement. “Whatever you need,” he added, his voice softer than usual.

You glanced at them, your vision blurred from the tears still brimming in your eyes. “I don’t even know what I need,” you whispered. “I don’t know what to think… or feel.”

Stefan leaned forward slightly, his expression empathetic. “It’s okay to feel overwhelmed. No one expects you to figure this out overnight.”

Damon crossed his arms, his jaw tightening as he spoke. “For what it’s worth, Katherine has a way of messing with people’s heads. But… tonight felt different. She wasn’t just trying to stir up drama. She seemed… serious.”

You looked down, clutching the pillow tighter. “That’s what scares me. What if she’s telling the truth? What if everything I’ve believed about my life, my family, has been a lie?”

Neither of them had an easy answer for that. Stefan reached out, hesitating for a moment before gently placing a hand on your shoulder. “Whatever the truth is, Y/N, it doesn’t change who you are. It doesn’t change the people who love you.”

You let out a shaky breath, nodding slightly, though the storm of doubt still raged inside. Damon straightened, his usual sarcasm absent as he added, “We’ll figure this out. Together. You’re not alone in this.”

For the first time that night, you felt a flicker of comfort amidst the chaos. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to keep you from completely breaking apart. And right now, that was all you could ask for.

The moon hung high in the sky, its silvery glow casting faint shadows along the quiet streets of Mystic Falls. The air was crisp, carrying the earthy scent of fallen leaves. You wandered aimlessly, your hands stuffed into your jacket pockets, desperate for some sense of calm after the chaos of the evening. But no matter how far you walked, the unease gnawed at you.

You kept replaying Katherine’s words over and over in your mind. “I’m your mother. Everything I’ve done has been to protect you.” They didn’t make sense, couldn’t make sense. Katherine Pierce was a manipulator, a liar, someone who thrived on causing misery. How could someone like her be connected to you in such a deeply personal way?

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice the figure stepping out from the shadows until it was too late.

“Hello, sweetheart,” came a voice you knew all too well, smooth, cool, and tinged with amusement.

You froze mid-step, your eyes snapping up to meet Katherine’s. She stood a few feet away, her arms crossed, her dark curls framing her face as her crimson lips curled into a smirk.

“What do you want?” you demanded, your voice harsher than you intended. “Haven’t you done enough for one night?”

Katherine tilted her head, her expression softening slightly, though her eyes gleamed with that familiar calculating edge. “I wanted to see how you were doing. It’s been a big night for you, hasn’t it?”

You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. “You mean after you dropped that bombshell and turned my entire life upside down? I’m just peachy.”

She took a slow step closer, her voice dropping to something almost resembling sincerity. “Y/N, I know this is a lot to take in. Believe me, I didn’t want to tell you like this, but I didn’t have a choice. Klaus—”

“Don’t,” you cut her off, your tone sharp. “Don’t pretend like you care. You’ve spent your entire existence looking out for yourself. Why should I believe that any of this is about me?”

Katherine’s smirk faltered, and for a moment, a flicker of something genuine crossed her face. “Because it is about you. You think I’d come back to this town, face the Mikaelsons, put myself at risk if it wasn’t?”

You took a step back, shaking your head. “I don’t believe you. You’re lying. This is just another one of your games, and I won’t be a part of it.”

Her eyes darkened, her jaw tightening as her patience began to wane. “You’re so quick to judge me, aren’t you? Do you think I wanted this? Do you think it’s been easy for me, staying away, knowing what kind of danger you’d be in if anyone found out who you really are?”

“Don’t you dare try to play the victim,” you shot back, your voice rising. “You didn’t stay away for me. You stayed away because it was convenient for you. And now you’re here, trying to mess with my head and make me doubt everything I’ve ever known.”

Katherine’s expression hardened, her eyes narrowing as she stepped closer, her voice low and cold. “You think you know everything, don’t you? You’ve been coddled your whole life, protected by people who’ve kept the truth from you. But the truth is ugly, Y/N, and it’s time you faced it.”

“Stay away from me,” you warned, your heart pounding as you took another step back. “I mean it, Katherine.”

But Katherine was faster. In a blur of movement, she was in front of you, her grip firm as she seized your arm. “You can hate me all you want,” she hissed, her fangs extending as her eyes glinted dangerously. “But you’re my daughter. And it’s time you learned what that really means.”

Before you could react, she sank her fangs into your neck. Pain shot through you as her venom coursed into your bloodstream, your body freezing in shock. You tried to push her away, but she held you firmly, her grip unrelenting.

When she finally pulled back, her lips stained with your blood, you staggered, your vision blurring. The world around you spun, and you collapsed to your knees, clutching your neck.

“What… what did you do?” you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper.

Katherine knelt in front of you, her expression unreadable as she held out her wrist, biting into it and letting the blood pool. “You’ll thank me someday,” she said softly, pressing her wrist to your mouth. “Drink.”

You tried to resist, turning your head away, but the metallic scent of her blood was overwhelming. Your instincts took over, and before you knew it, you were drinking, the warmth of her blood spreading through you like fire.

When she pulled her wrist away, she stood, looking down at you with something almost like regret. “This was the only way to protect you. You’ll understand soon enough.”

Your body felt heavy, your mind foggy as you tried to process what had just happened. “You… you turned me,” you choked out, tears streaming down your face.

Katherine’s expression was distant, her tone devoid of its usual mockery. “You’re stronger now, Y/N. Stronger than anyone ever gave you credit for. Use that strength to survive.”

Without another word, she turned and disappeared into the night, leaving you alone on the cold pavement, the reality of what had just happened crashing down around you.

The night was eerily quiet as you staggered toward the Salvatore boarding house. Your body felt foreign, the sharp, unrelenting pain in your chest reminding you of what had happened only moments ago. Blood was smeared across your skin and clothes, sticky and warm, the metallic scent filling your nostrils. The world around you was a blur, every step heavier than the last. You didn’t know where else to go.

When you reached the door, you raised a trembling hand, knocking weakly before leaning against the doorframe for support. The effort left you breathless, your body crying out in protest. Moments later, the door swung open, revealing Damon, his sharp blue eyes widening in alarm when he saw the state you were in.

“Y/N?” His voice was filled with urgency as he stepped forward, catching you just as your knees buckled.

“Stefan… Damon…” you managed to whisper, your voice hoarse and weak. Then the darkness took over, and you collapsed, your weight falling into Damon’s arms.

“Y/N!” Stefan’s voice sounded from behind Damon as he rushed to your side.

Damon gently lowered you onto the floor, his hands steady but his expression filled with panic. His eyes scanned your bloodied form before they landed on the puncture wounds on your neck. His jaw clenched tightly as realization dawned on him. “Katherine,” he hissed, his voice filled with fury.

Stefan knelt beside you, his eyes flickering with concern as he pressed his fingers to your pulse. “It’s faint,” he muttered, his tone tight. “She’s in transition.”

Damon’s eyes burned with anger, but there was no time to dwell on it. “She didn’t give her a choice,” he said darkly. “Of course she didn’t.”

Stefan’s gaze hardened as he looked at Damon. “That’s Katherine. she doesn’t even care about her daughter.”

Damon hesitated for only a moment, his usual bravado stripped away as he looked down at you. Your face was pale, your breathing shallow. The sight of you like this, so fragile and broken, tore at something deep inside him.

Stefan stood, moving quickly toward the kitchen. “I’ll get something to clean her and I’ll get more blood cause she needs it.”

As Stefan disappeared, Damon gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, his voice low and uncharacteristically soft. “You didn’t deserve this, Y/N. Not like this.”

Moments later, Stefan returned with a cleaning towel, tearing it open as he knelt beside you again. “ please forgive us for not being there to save you in time” he said, urgency lacing his voice.

Damon nodded grimly, lifting you slightly so that your head rested against his chest. “Y/N, if you can hear me,” he murmured, “ we need you please wake up,” He trailed off, unable to say the rest.

Stefan pressed the blood bag to your lips as Damon cleaned you and at first, there was no response. But then, instinct took over. Your lips parted, and you drank, the warm, metallic liquid flooding your senses. The change was immediate. Strength began to return to your limbs, your heartbeat stuttered and then ceased altogether, replaced by a deafening silence.

Your eyes shot open, glowing red for a brief moment before returning to normal. You gasped, sitting upright abruptly as the sensation of your heightened senses overwhelmed you. Every sound, every scent, every feeling was amplified, sharp and vivid in a way that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

“Y/N, easy,” Stefan said, placing a steadying hand on your shoulder.

“What… what happened?” you stammered, your voice trembling as your hands flew to your neck, brushing against the puncture wounds. Flashes of Katherine’s face, her fangs sinking into your skin, and her words replayed in your mind.

Damon’s voice was calm but firm. “She turned you, Y/N. Katherine made you a vampire.”

The weight of his words hit you like a freight train, and you stared at him in disbelief. “No… no, she… she wouldn’t—” Your voice broke as tears filled your eyes.

“She did,” Stefan said gently, his expression filled with sympathy. “And she didn’t give you a choice.”

You shook your head, anger and grief warring within you. “Why? Why would she do this to me?”

Damon’s jaw tightened, his hands balling into fists. “Because she’s Katherine,” he said bitterly. “She doesn’t care about anyone but herself.”

Stefan exchanged a look with Damon, his eyes filled with worry. “Y/N, you need to focus now. You’re in transition, and your emotions are going to be heightened. It’s going to feel overwhelming, but we’re here to help you through it.”

You buried your face in your hands, your shoulders shaking as you tried to process everything. The pain, the betrayal, the sheer wrongness of what had happened, it was all too much.

Damon reached out, his voice softer now. “You’re not alone in this, Y/N. We’ll get through it. Together.”

Stefan nodded, his tone reassuring. “We’ll teach you how to control it, how to live with it. You don’t have to face this alone.”

But even as they spoke, a part of you couldn’t shake the memory of Katherine’s words and the chilling look in her eyes. This wasn’t just about her usual games. There was something deeper at play, and you had the sinking feeling that your new existence was only the beginning of something far more dangerous.

The sound of Katherine’s heels clicking against the pavement echoed through the otherwise silent night as she darted through the shadowy streets, her expression one of calm determination. She wasn’t running out of fear, no, Katherine Pierce rarely feared anyone. She was merely taking her leave, satisfied with the chaos she’d left behind.

The smirk on her lips grew as she thought about you, the shocked look in your eyes when she turned you, the anguish you would undoubtedly face when waking up to your new reality. Perfect, she thought. Everything was going according to plan.

But as she rounded a corner, her steps faltered when she saw two figures standing in her path. Elijah and Klaus Mikaelson stood beneath the dim glow of a streetlamp, their presence as imposing as ever.

Klaus was the first to speak, his lips curling into a sly grin. “Why are you in such a rush. Surely you can spare a moment for old friends.”

Katherine stopped in her tracks, tilting her head slightly as her smirk returned. “Niklaus,” she purred, her tone dripping with mock affection. “Elijah. What a surprise. I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

Elijah, ever composed, raised an eyebrow. “The feeling is mutual, Katerina. Although, given your reputation, we’re never truly surprised by your antics.”

Katherine crossed her arms, unfazed by their looming presence. “As much as I’d love to exchange pleasantries, I really must be going.”

Klaus took a step forward, his grin widening. “Going where, exactly? You look as if you’ve just done something particularly wicked.”

Katherine chuckled softly, her dark eyes glinting with amusement. “Wicked? Perhaps. Let’s just say I’ve had a rather… productive evening.”

Elijah’s expression remained neutral, though there was a flicker of suspicion in his eyes. “And what, pray tell, have you been up to, Katerina? It’s not like you to leave a trail of breadcrumbs without a purpose.”

Katherine’s smirk deepened, and she took a step closer to the brothers, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. “Oh, I’ve been very busy tonight. You see, I just turned my daughter into a vampire.”

For a brief moment, there was silence. Then Klaus let out a low chuckle, his eyes gleaming with intrigue. “Your daughter?” he repeated, his tone equal parts amusement and curiosity.

Elijah’s jaw tightened slightly, his composed exterior cracking just enough to reveal his unease. “You’ve turned your daughter? Into a vampire?”

Katherine shrugged nonchalantly. “Why not? Family reunions are all the rage these days, aren’t they?” Her gaze flickered between the two brothers, savoring their reactions. “And by now, I’m sure she’s with her little boyfriends, Stefan and Damon. Knowing them, they’ll do exactly what I want and save her. Just like the predictable fools they are.”

Klaus’s expression darkened, though the smirk never left his face. “Ah, so this was all part of a grand plan, was it? What’s your angle, Katherina? Why now?”

Katherine rolled her eyes, feigning boredom. “You’re giving me too much credit, Niklaus. Sometimes, a girl just wants to shake things up.” She paused, her tone turning sharp. “Besides, it’s none of your concern. My daughter is my business.”

Elijah stepped closer, his voice calm but laced with authority. “And yet, you’ve made her a pawn in your games. That makes it everyone’s business, Katerina. Especially ours.”

Katherine’s smirk faltered for the briefest moment before she masked it with indifference. “Touching,” she said dryly. “But I don’t have time for one of your lectures, Elijah. Now, if you’ll excuse me—”

Klaus moved faster than she anticipated, suddenly in front of her, his hand gripping her arm tightly. His smile was gone, replaced by a predatory glint in his eyes. “You don’t get to walk away so easily. Not after what you’ve done.”

Katherine glared at him, her confidence unwavering despite his menacing tone. “I’m not afraid of you, Niklaus.”

“You should be,” Klaus said smoothly, his voice laced with malice. “Because if your little stunt puts Y/N in harm’s way, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Elijah placed a hand on Klaus’s shoulder, his tone measured. “Niklaus. We need information, not threats. At least, not yet.”

Katherine yanked her arm free, her smirk returning despite the tension in the air. “Oh, don’t worry, boys. Y/N will be just fine. In fact, I’d say she’s about to embrace her full potential.” She began to back away, her voice taunting. “You can thank me later.”

As she turned and disappeared into the shadows, Klaus and Elijah remained still, the weight of her words hanging heavy in the air.

Klaus finally broke the silence, his voice cold. “She’s playing a dangerous game.”

Elijah nodded, his expression grim. “And Y/N is caught in the middle of it.”

Klaus’s jaw clenched as his mind raced. “If she’s harmed her, I’ll tear her apart piece by piece.”

Elijah’s gaze softened slightly as he placed a hand on Klaus’s shoulder. “We’ll protect her, Niklaus. No matter what Katherine’s plan is, we won’t let her win.”

Klaus nodded, his resolve hardening. “She’s underestimated us. That will be her undoing.”

Without another word, the brothers turned and disappeared into the night, their minds set on finding you before Katherine’s scheme could spiral further out of control.

The tension in the Salvatore boarding house was palpable. Damon paced near the fireplace, a glass of bourbon in his hand, while Stefan sat in an armchair, his elbows resting on his knees, his face lined with worry. Upstairs, you were finally resting, the exhaustion of your transformation and the tumultuous events leading up to it forcing your body into a fragile sleep.

Neither brother had spoken much since they had saved you. The sight of you collapsing into Damon’s arms, bloodied and terrified, was burned into their memories. Worse, they both knew the repercussions of what had been done to you, and what was yet to come.

Their uneasy silence was broken by a sharp knock on the front door. Damon’s head snapped up, and Stefan stood quickly, their instincts on high alert. The knock came again, more urgent this time, followed by a familiar voice.

“Damon? Stefan? Open the door! It’s me,Elena!”

Damon sighed heavily, exchanging a glance with Stefan. “Great. Just what we need,” he muttered, setting his drink down and heading to the door.

Stefan followed close behind, his expression grim. “She was going to find out eventually,” he said quietly.

“Yeah, well, I was hoping for later,” Damon quipped, swinging the door open.

Elena stood on the doorstep, her arms crossed and an anxious look in her eyes. “Finally,” she snapped, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. Her gaze darted between the two brothers, immediately sensing the tension. “Alright, what’s going on? I’ve been trying to call Y/N, and she’s not answering. And you two look like someone just died.”

Damon and Stefan exchanged a brief, silent conversation with their eyes before Stefan closed the door behind her.

“Elena,” Stefan began cautiously, his tone measured, “there’s something you need to know.”

Elena frowned, her concern deepening. “What? What happened? Is Y/N okay?”

“She’s… resting,” Stefan said carefully, his hesitation only making Elena more suspicious.

“Resting?” Elena repeated, narrowing her eyes. “Why do I feel like you’re not telling me something? Where is she?”

Damon groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Upstairs. She’s fine, for now.”

“For now?” Elena’s voice rose, her worry quickly turning to frustration. “What does that mean? What aren’t you telling me?”

Stefan stepped forward, placing a hand on her arm in an attempt to calm her. “Elena, just listen for a second. Something happened tonight, something none of us saw coming.”

Elena’s brow furrowed as she looked between them. “What happened? Where is Y/N?”

Damon crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. “She’s upstairs, taking a nap. You can’t see her yet.”

“Why not?” Elena demanded, her voice shaking. “What happened to her?”

Stefan hesitated, and Damon let out a heavy sigh before speaking. “Katherine happened,” he said bluntly.

The color drained from Elena’s face, and her lips parted in disbelief. “Katherine? What does she have to do with this? What did she do?”

Damon’s jaw tightened as he met her gaze. “She turned her, Elena. Y/N’s a vampire now.”

Elena froze, her breath catching as if she had been physically struck. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “No, that can’t be true. You’re lying.”

“We’re not,” Stefan said softly, his voice filled with regret. “Katherine ambushed her. By the time she came to us, it was too late.”

Elena’s legs seemed to give out, and she stumbled toward the nearest chair, sinking into it as she tried to process what she had just heard. “Katherine… turned her? Why? Why would she do that?”

“Because she’s Katherine and and and she supposedly care about her,” Damon said, his voice bitter.

Elena’s head snapped up, her expression a mixture of shock and anger. “Are you kidding me? Katherine doesn’t care about anyone but herself!”

“Yeah, well, that didn’t stop her from dropping that bomb on Y/N,” Damon said grimly. “And if that wasn’t enough, she decided to seal the deal by turning her.”

Elena’s hands clenched into fists, her voice trembling with anger. “You should’ve stopped her! You were supposed to protect her!”

“We didn’t know that she was going to do that,” Stefan said, his voice firm but filled with guilt. “She came to us knocking, but Katherine had already done it. We didn’t have a choice, Elena. The only way to save her was to complete the transition.”

Elena’s eyes widened, tears welling up as she pieced it together. “You… you gave her blood? You turned her into a vampire?”

Stefan looked down, the weight of the decision heavy on his shoulders. “If we hadn’t, she would’ve died either way she was already turned.”

“She’s going to wake up and hate herself,” Elena said, her voice breaking. “You know how much she hated the idea of becoming a vampire. You’ve destroyed her life!”

Damon’s eyes darkened, his voice sharp. “Don’t act like we had a choice, Elena. She was dying. We did what we had to do to save her. If you want to be angry, direct it at Katherine, not us.”

Elena’s breath hitched, and she covered her face with her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I just… I can’t believe this is happening. She doesn’t deserve this. None of us do.”

Stefan crouched down in front of her, his voice gentle but resolute. “We’ll help her through this, Elena. She’s strong, and she’s not alone. We’ll be there for her, all of us.”

Elena sniffled, wiping her tears as she nodded reluctantly. “I need to see her. Please. I need to know she’s okay.”

Stefan hesitated, glancing at Damon, who gave a small shrug. “She’s still adjusting,” Stefan said carefully. “But maybe hearing your voice will help.”

Elena stood, determination in her eyes despite her tears. “Then take me to her. I’m her sister. She needs me.”

With a heavy sigh, Stefan led her up the stairs, each step weighted with uncertainty. As they approached your door, the faint sound of your breathing could be heard, steady but shallow. Stefan pushed the door open gently, revealing you lying on the bed, pale and motionless.

Elena’s hand flew to her mouth as she choked back a sob. “Oh, Y/N…”

Stefan placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “She’ll get through this, Elena. We’ll make sure of it.”

But even as he spoke, the brothers exchanged a worried glance. The battle to save you was only beginning, and Katherine’s shadow loomed larger than ever.

The next day, sunlight streamed through the windows of the Salvatore boarding house, casting a warm glow over the living room. You sat curled up on the couch next to Elena, a cup of tea in your hands. Caroline sat across from you, her expression a mix of concern and her usual upbeat energy as she tried to lighten the mood.

“So,” Caroline said, leaning forward with a bright smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, “how are you feeling today? Not too… overwhelmed, I hope?”

You managed a small, tired smile, though the weight of everything that had happened still lingered. “I’m okay. Just… adjusting. Everything feels so different now. Like, I’m me, but I’m not.”

Elena reached over, placing a comforting hand on your arm. “You’re still you, Y/N. No matter what’s changed, you’re still my sister.”

“Yeah,” Caroline chimed in, her voice reassuring. “And you’ve got us. We’ve been through this, remember? It’s a lot at first, but you’ll figure it out. And hey, at least you’re not alone.”

You nodded, grateful for their support, though a part of you still felt lost. “Thanks, guys. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

As the three of you talked, Damon and Stefan were out walking the grounds, their usual patrol to ensure no unwanted surprises, particularly from Katherine, would interrupt the fragile peace.

Damon glanced around the woods, his expression tense. “You know, I hate this waiting game. Katherine’s always up to something, and it’s never good.”

Stefan nodded, his gaze scanning the treeline. “We’ll deal with her, Damon. Right now, our focus has to be on Y/N. She needs us more than ever.”

Damon sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, well, Katherine has a way of making things worse, especially when it comes to her so-called ‘family.’”

Just as the words left his mouth, a familiar, sardonic voice called out, cutting through the quiet.

“Well, speak of the devil,” Katherine said, stepping out from the shadows with a smirk. “Or should I say, speak of your favorite nightmare?”

Both brothers immediately went on high alert, their postures stiffening as they turned to face her. Damon’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. “Katherine. Always a pleasure to ruin my day.”

Katherine’s smirk widened as she sauntered closer, her every movement dripping with confidence. “Oh, Damon, don’t be so dramatic. I’m just here for a little chat. No need to get your panties in a twist.”

Stefan stepped forward, his expression cold. “What do you want, Katherine? Haven’t you done enough damage already?”

Katherine tilted her head, her smirk never faltering. “Oh, come on, Stefan. Don’t tell me you’re still mad about last night. I mean, I gave Y/N the greatest gift anyone could ever receive. Immortality. Power. A chance to truly live. You should be thanking me.”

Damon let out a bitter laugh, taking a step closer to her. “Thank you? For what? For turning her life upside down? For ripping away the one thing she never wanted?”

Katherine’s expression turned mockingly thoughtful. “Well, when you put it like that… yes. You’re welcome. I mean, she’s my daughter, after all. It’s only fitting she follows in my footsteps.”

Stefan’s fists clenched at his sides, his voice low and sharp. “She’s nothing like you, Katherine. And she never will be.”

Katherine raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh, Stefan, sweet, naïve Stefan. She’s already more like me than you think. You two can play the heroes all you want, but the truth is, she’s my blood. My daughter. And that means she’s bound to become just like me eventually. It’s in her nature.”

Damon’s eyes flashed with anger as he stepped even closer, his voice icy. “That’s where you’re wrong. Y/N might share your blood, but that’s where the similarities end. She has a heart, Katherine. Something you lost a long time ago.”

Katherine’s smirk faltered for a split second, but she quickly recovered, her tone laced with mockery. “Oh, please. Don’t tell me you’re both falling for her. It’s pathetic, really. History repeating itself. But here’s a little reality check for you, she’s my daughter, and she’ll always carry a part of me with her. No matter what you do, you can’t change that.”

Stefan stepped in, his voice firm and unwavering. “She may be your daughter, but she’s not your clone. Y/N has us, and we’ll make sure she becomes the person she wants to be, not the person you’re trying to turn her into.”

Katherine chuckled, shaking her head. “You two really are hopeless. Always trying to save everyone, even when it’s pointless. But don’t worry, I’ll let you keep playing the doting protectors for now. It’ll make it all the more satisfying when she realizes she doesn’t need you.”

With that, Katherine turned on her heel and began to walk away, her smirk firmly in place.

Damon glared after her, his hands itching to do something, anything, to wipe that smug expression off her face. “We should kill her,” he muttered.

Stefan placed a hand on his shoulder, his expression serious. “We can’t let her get to us, Damon. Y/N needs us focused, not distracted by Katherine’s games.”

Damon sighed heavily, his frustration evident. “Fine. But the next time she shows up, she’s not walking away.”

As Katherine disappeared into the woods, the brothers turned and headed back toward the house, their determination stronger than ever. No matter what Katherine had planned, they were ready to fight for you, and to make sure you became the person you were meant to be, not the one Katherine wanted you to become.

The sunlight filtered through the large windows of the Salvatore boarding house, casting long, golden streaks across the room. You stood in the center of the parlor, shifting uncomfortably under the expectant gazes of Damon and Stefan. After a restless night filled with unanswered questions and strange, vivid sensations you still weren’t used to, today was your first lesson in being… what you now were.

Damon clapped his hands together, his smirk as smug as ever. “Alright, newbie. Lesson one of Vampirism 101: survival. There’s a lot of stuff you need to learn if you want to stay alive and, more importantly, not go completely insane.”

Stefan shot him a disapproving look, crossing his arms. “Could you maybe be a little more sensitive about this, Damon? It’s not exactly a normal day for her.”

Damon rolled his eyes, his smirk never wavering. “Oh, I’m sorry, Saint Stefan. Should I pull out the tiny violins for this ‘adjustment period’? She needs to toughen up if she’s going to make it.”

You raised a hand, cutting off their bickering before it could escalate. “Guys, can we focus? I don’t have time for a sibling rivalry right now. I just… I need to figure this out.”

Stefan gave you a small, reassuring smile, his voice softening. “You’re right. Let’s start simple. The first thing you need to learn is control, control over your thirst, your emotions, and your strength.”

Damon snorted. “Boring. If you ask me, she should start with compulsion. That’s where the fun is.”

Stefan shot him a sharp glare. “No. She needs to focus on restraint first. If she doesn’t get her thirst under control, nothing else matters.”

Damon raised his hands in mock surrender. “Fine, fine. You’re the responsible one, as always. But don’t come crying to me when she snaps and breaks something, or someone.”

You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Guys, seriously. Let’s just start with whatever you think is most important.”

Stefan nodded and gestured for you to follow him to the dining room, where a small, unlabeled blood bag sat on the table. He picked it up, holding it out to you. “This is your first test. Drinking from a blood bag is the safest and most ethical way to feed, but it’s not always easy. The key is to drink slowly and stop before you feel like you’ve had enough. It’s about discipline.”

You hesitated, staring at the blood bag in his hands. The sight of it stirred something primal inside you, a hunger you didn’t want to acknowledge. “And if I can’t stop?”

Stefan’s expression was calm but serious. “That’s what Damon and I are here for. We’ll make sure you don’t lose control.”

Damon leaned casually against the wall, watching with an amused smirk. “Think of it like a trust fall, but, you know, with blood.”

Ignoring him, you took a deep breath and accepted the bag from Stefan. The moment you brought it to your lips, the hunger surged, almost overwhelming you. The taste was intoxicating, and for a moment, you felt like you couldn’t stop.

“Slow down,” Stefan said gently, his voice grounding you. “You’re in control, Y/N. Not the hunger.”

It took everything in you to pull the bag away, your breathing ragged as you struggled to suppress the urge to drain it completely. Stefan placed a steady hand on your shoulder, his expression encouraging. “You did great. That’s the first step.”

Damon, however, looked unimpressed. “Yeah, yeah, baby steps. Now let’s see if she can handle something more practical.”

He strode to the far end of the room, grabbing a stack of bricks from a corner. He set one down on a sturdy wooden table and motioned for you to come over. “Alright, newbie. Vamp strength is one of your best assets, but if you don’t know how to control it, you’ll end up snapping doorknobs and breaking everything you touch. So, let’s start with something simple: smash this brick.”

You frowned, glancing at Stefan. “Isn’t that kind of… extreme?”

Stefan shrugged. “It’s not a bad idea. It’ll help you get a feel for your strength.”

Damon grinned. “Exactly. And don’t hold back. I want to see what you’re made of.”

Taking a deep breath, you stepped up to the table. You raised your hand, hesitating for a moment before bringing it down on the brick. It shattered instantly, the force of the blow sending shards flying across the room.

“Whoa,” you muttered, staring at the debris. “That felt… easy. Too easy.”

Damon smirked. “Welcome to the perks of being a vampire. But don’t get cocky. It’s all about control, remember? If you don’t learn to rein it in, you’ll be breaking everything, and everyone, in your path.”

Stefan nodded, his tone serious. “He’s right. Strength without control can be dangerous. That’s why you need to practice. Focus on precision, not just force.”

Over the next hour, the brothers took turns guiding you through different exercises, from controlled punches to practicing your speed by catching objects Damon threw at you. By the end, you felt exhausted but more aware of your new abilities.

As you slumped onto the couch, Damon tossed you a towel with a grin. “Not bad, newbie. You’ve got potential. But don’t let it go to your head.”

Stefan sat beside you, offering a supportive smile. “You’re doing great, Y/N. It’ll take time, but you’re getting there.”

You smiled back, a glimmer of hope rising within you. For the first time since your transformation, you felt like maybe, just maybe, you could handle this new life, with their help.

The late afternoon sunlight began to dim as you sat in the Salvatore living room, still processing the whirlwind of changes in your life. Damon lounged on the armrest of the couch, his usual smirk firmly in place, while Stefan stood near the window, his expression cautious.

Damon swirled a glass of bourbon in his hand, glancing at you with a spark of mischief in his eyes. “Alright, newbie. Let’s talk about the real perks of being a vampire. You’ve learned the basics, strength, speed, bloodlust control, but now it’s time to move on to the fun stuff.”

Stefan shot him a warning look, his arms crossed. “Damon, don’t.”

Damon ignored him, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. “Let me tell you about compulsion. It’s like the ultimate get-out-of-jail-free card. Want someone to forget something? Done. Need a free drink at the bar? Easy. Don’t feel like waiting in line? Problem solved. All you have to do is look them in the eye, speak your command, and voilà, they do whatever you want.”

Your eyebrows rose, equal parts intrigued and uneasy. “You’re saying I can control people’s minds?”

Damon’s grin widened. “Exactly. It’s a beautiful thing. Humans are like little puppets, and you’ve got all the strings.”

Stefan stepped closer, his voice firm. “Damon, compulsion isn’t something you should encourage her to use. It’s dangerous, and it can lead to a lot of regret if you’re not careful.”

Damon waved him off, clearly unbothered. “Oh, come on, Stefan. Lighten up. She’s going to learn about it eventually, so why not now? Better she hears it from us than figures it out on her own and makes a mess of things.”

You looked between the two brothers, unsure whose advice to follow. “So, it’s like… a last resort?”

Stefan nodded, his expression serious. “Exactly. Compulsion can be useful in certain situations, but it’s a huge responsibility. You’re altering someone’s free will, and that’s not something to take lightly.”

Damon rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. Don’t listen to Saint Stefan over here. Compulsion is a tool, and like any tool, it’s all about how you use it. You don’t have to feel guilty about it, humans forget things all the time anyway. Think of it as giving them a little nudge in the right direction.”

Before Stefan could argue further, Damon set his glass down and grabbed your hand, pulling you to your feet. “Come on, let’s try it out. It’s easier than it sounds.”

Stefan immediately stepped forward, his tone sharp. “Damon, no. She’s not ready for this.”

Damon turned to face him, his expression calm but defiant. “Relax, brother. It’s not like I’m going to let her compel someone to rob a bank. We’ll start small.”

You hesitated, glancing between them. “I don’t know… this feels wrong. Like I’d be taking advantage of someone.”

Damon softened his smirk, his voice dipping into something almost persuasive. “Think of it this way: it’s a survival skill. If you ever find yourself in a situation where your secret’s at risk, compulsion can save your life—or someone else’s. It’s not about being a bad person; it’s about being prepared.”

Stefan sighed, clearly frustrated but unwilling to leave you entirely in Damon’s hands. “Fine. If you’re going to teach her, at least make sure she understands the consequences. Compulsion isn’t perfect, Y/N. If you abuse it, it’ll come back to haunt you.”

Damon raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. Consequences, blah, blah. Are we done with the lecture?” He turned back to you, a gleam of excitement in his eyes. “Ready to give it a shot?”

You swallowed hard, nodding slowly. “Okay. But only if it’s harmless.”

Damon grinned and led you toward the front door. As if on cue, a delivery driver was dropping off a package on the porch. Damon gestured to him subtly. “Perfect timing. Watch and learn.”

He stepped outside, catching the man’s gaze with ease. “You’re going to forget you ever saw us and leave the package right here. Got it?”

The man blinked, his expression going blank before he nodded. “Got it.” He set the package down and walked away without another word.

Damon turned back to you, looking smug. “See? Easy. Now you try.”

You hesitated, but Damon gently nudged you forward. “Come on, don’t overthink it. Just focus on their eyes and keep your voice steady.”

Another passerby was walking down the street, and you turned to Damon nervously. “What do I even say?”

Damon shrugged. “Anything harmless. Tell them to have a nice day or forget they saw you.”

Taking a deep breath, you stepped forward and caught the person’s gaze. Your voice was shaky but firm as you said, “Have a nice day.”

The stranger’s expression shifted, and they smiled warmly. “Thanks, you too.”

Damon clapped you on the back. “Atta girl. You’re a natural.”

You turned to Stefan, who looked less than pleased but gave you a small nod. “Just remember, Y/N, compulsion should be used sparingly. It’s not a game.”

Damon rolled his eyes. “Noted. Now, on to the next lesson: emotions. Specifically, how to turn them off and on.”

Your stomach dropped as you turned to face him. “What do you mean, ‘turn them off’?”

Damon leaned casually against the doorframe, his tone light but the subject matter anything but. “One of the perks of being a vampire is the ability to shut off your humanity. No guilt, no pain, no pesky emotions dragging you down. It’s like flipping a switch.”

Stefan stepped in quickly, his expression alarmed. “Damon, don’t even go there. She doesn’t need to know about that, not now.”

Damon shrugged. “She deserves to know all the facts. It’s her life, or unlife, whatever you want to call it. Turning off your humanity can help you survive when things get tough. But don’t worry, newbie. It’s not something you have to do unless you want to.”

You frowned, your chest tightening at the thought. “Why would anyone want to do that? Isn’t it dangerous?”

Stefan placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “It is. Turning off your humanity might seem like an escape, but it comes with consequences. You lose touch with who you are, and it’s not easy to come back from.”

Damon raised an eyebrow. “Oh, please. Don’t scare her. It’s not as bad as he’s making it sound. Think of it as a backup plan. If the pain ever gets too much, you have the option to shut it off for a while.”

You looked between them, uncertainty gnawing at you. The idea of flipping a switch on your emotions was both tempting and terrifying. “I don’t think I could do that. I don’t want to lose who I am.”

Stefan nodded, his tone firm. “You won’t. Not as long as you remember who you are and why you’re fighting to stay in control.”

Damon gave you a half-smile, his tone light again. “Relax, newbie. No one’s flipping any switches today. You’re doing fine.”

As you stepped back into the house, you couldn’t shake the weight of everything you’d just learned. Being a vampire was more complicated, and more dangerous, than you’d ever imagined. But with Damon and Stefan guiding you, you felt a small spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, you could handle it.

It was a crisp, sunny morning, the kind that reminded you of everything you’d been missing since your transformation. The faint warmth of the sunlight streaming through the curtains tugged at your senses, but you quickly reminded yourself that stepping outside without protection wasn’t an option, not yet, anyway.

You were seated in the Salvatore living room, fiddling with the plain temporary daylight ring they had given you after your transformation. It had done its job so far, but you couldn’t help but feel the weight of its impermanence. The idea that it wasn’t truly yours made it feel… incomplete.

Stefan walked into the room first, carrying a small, ornately carved wooden box in his hand. Damon trailed behind him, his usual smirk replaced by a rare look of sincerity. They exchanged a brief glance before Stefan stepped forward, his voice calm and warm.

“Y/N, we’ve been working on something for you,” Stefan said, setting the box gently on the table in front of you.

You looked up at them curiously, a small furrow in your brow. “What is it?”

Damon flopped onto the armrest of the couch beside you, his casual demeanor offset by the way his gaze lingered on the box. “It’s something you’ll appreciate more than that boring little placeholder you’ve been wearing,” he teased, motioning toward your temporary ring.

Stefan shot him a look but didn’t comment, instead opening the box to reveal a delicate, gleaming ring nestled inside. It was beautiful, crafted from silver with a small, deep blue gemstone at its center, the intricate design unmistakably deliberate.

Your breath caught in your throat as you reached out to pick it up, turning it over in your fingers. “It’s… stunning. You made this for me?”

Stefan nodded, his smile soft. “Yes. It’s a daylight ring, specifically made for you. With it, you’ll be able to walk in the sun without worrying about the temporary one losing its power or breaking.”

Damon leaned forward, his smirk returning, though his eyes carried something gentler. “And before you ask, yes, it’s enchanted. We called in a favor. This one won’t wear out, crack, or fail. It’s yours forever.”

You slid the ring onto your finger, feeling its perfect fit. It was cool against your skin, yet there was something comforting about it, almost like it was an extension of yourself.

“I don’t know what to say. Thank you,” you said, looking up at them with genuine gratitude.

Damon chuckled, waving off your thanks. “Don’t thank us yet. There’s one more thing you should know.” He leaned back, crossing his arms as he tilted his head toward Stefan.

Stefan sighed, giving Damon a mildly exasperated look before turning back to you. “We designed it to symbolize something important,” he explained. “If you look closely, you’ll notice the design incorporates a small symbol, our family crest.”

Your brow furrowed as you studied the ring again, your fingers brushing over the faintly engraved pattern along the band. “The Salvatore crest?”

Stefan nodded. “Yes. Damon and I thought long and hard about this. After everything that’s happened, we wanted your ring to reflect something meaningful. We know you’ve been through so much, Katherine, the transformation, everything, but we also know how strong you are. This ring isn’t just about protecting you from the sun. It’s a reminder of how much you mean to us.”

Damon leaned forward again, his smirk softening into something more genuine. “Look, we figured you wouldn’t want anything tied to the Pierce name, not after what Katherine did. And we don’t blame you. So, we made it a Salvatore ring instead. It’s a way of saying you’re part of this family now.“

Your chest tightened at their words, emotion welling up in your throat. You looked down at the ring again, the weight of its meaning settling over you. It wasn’t just a piece of jewelry, it was a symbol of their care, their trust, and the bond you’d formed with them.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “This means so much to me.”

Stefan’s smile widened, his voice steady. “You don’t have to say anything. Just know that we’re here for you. No matter what.”

Damon clapped you on the shoulder, his grin returning full force. “And don’t go getting all weepy on us. You’re a vampire now; you’ve got to keep up the mystique. No one likes a sappy bloodsucker.”

You let out a small laugh, wiping at your eyes as you shook your head. “I’ll try my best.”

As the three of you sat there, the sunlight spilling across the room, you felt a warmth that had nothing to do with the day. For the first time since your transformation, you felt like you belonged, like you had a place, a family, and a future.

And the ring on your finger? It was more than a promise. It was a reminder that you weren’t alone, no matter what challenges lay ahead.

It was late in the afternoon, and the Salvatore house was unusually quiet. Elena had come over to check on you, but you were still out with Caroline, trying to adjust to your new life. The house felt heavier than usual, and the tension in the air was palpable as she wandered into the living room, finding Damon seated on the couch with a drink in hand. Stefan stood by the window, staring out at the fading sunlight, his expression thoughtful.

Elena folded her arms as she stood in the doorway, her brow furrowed. “We need to talk,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Damon glanced at her over the rim of his glass, his smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Oh, boy. What did I do now?”

“It’s not just you,” Elena replied, stepping further into the room. Her gaze flicked between the two brothers, her arms tightening across her chest. “It’s about both of you. And Y/N.”

Stefan turned away from the window, his expression immediately shifting to one of concern. “What about her?”

Elena hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath. “I’ve been watching the way you two look at her, the way you’ve been acting since she turned. You’re protective, more protective than usual. And I need to know… are you in love with her?”

Damon blinked, his smirk fading into something more serious. “Wow, Elena, just straight to the point, huh? No warm-up, no subtlety?”

“I’m serious,” she snapped, her gaze sharp as she turned her attention to him. “Y/N is my sister, and she’s been through enough already. If either of you is falling for her, that’s one thing. But if you’re planning to use her, like Katherine used both of you—”

“Stop,” Stefan interrupted, his voice firm but calm. He stepped forward, his green eyes meeting Elena’s with quiet intensity. “We would never do that to her. She’s not Katherine, Elena. She’s nothing like her.”

Elena’s jaw tightened, her frustration clear. “I know she’s not Katherine, but that doesn’t mean history won’t repeat itself. Katherine played you both against each other for years, and I’m not going to let Y/N get caught in the middle of something like that.”

Damon sighed, setting his drink down on the table with a clink before standing to face her. His usual bravado was tempered by a rare sincerity as he spoke. “Elena, let’s get one thing straight. Y/N means a lot to both of us. She’s not just some rebound or replacement for Katherine. She’s… different.”

“Different how?” Elena pressed, narrowing her eyes at him.

“She’s stronger than we ever gave her credit for,” Stefan interjected, his voice steady. “She’s kind, brave, and she cares about people in a way that Katherine never did. She doesn’t use people or manipulate them for her own gain. If anything, she’s the one who keeps us grounded.”

Damon nodded, his usual cocky smirk nowhere to be seen. “She’s got this way of making you want to be better, less of a monster, more of a… person.” He shrugged, his eyes flicking to Stefan before returning to Elena. “Look, if you’re asking whether we care about her, the answer is yes. But if you’re worried that we’re going to hurt her, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

Elena’s gaze softened slightly, but her tone remained firm. “I’m not just worried about you hurting her. I’m worried about what being with either of you could do to her. She’s already dealing with enough as it is, adjusting to this new life, figuring out who she is. The last thing she needs is to get caught up in another Salvatore love triangle.”

Stefan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Elena, we’re not trying to make her life more complicated. Right now, all we want is to help her adjust, to make sure she feels safe and supported. Anything beyond that… it’s not something we’re focusing on.”

Damon tilted his head, a playful glint returning to his eyes. “And for the record, we’re not in some love triangle with her. She’s way too smart for that kind of drama.”

Elena shot him a warning look, but there was a hint of amusement in her expression. “I’m serious, Damon. If either of you crosses a line, I won’t hesitate to step in.”

Damon raised his hands in mock surrender, his smirk returning full force. “Relax, Elena. We’re not plotting to steal her heart or anything. We’re just trying to keep her alive, and sane.”

Stefan placed a reassuring hand on Elena’s shoulder, his voice gentle. “We’re not going to hurt her. You have my word on that.”

Elena studied them both for a long moment, her arms loosening as she finally let out a slow breath. “Good. Because if you do, you’ll have to answer to me.”

Damon chuckled, the tension in the room easing slightly. “Noted, Protector Elena. We’ll tread carefully.”

With that, Elena nodded and turned to leave, though the worry in her eyes hadn’t completely faded. As she walked out the door, Damon turned to Stefan, a sly grin tugging at his lips.

“Think she bought it?”

Stefan shot him a warning look but said nothing, his gaze drifting to the doorway where Elena had disappeared. Deep down, both brothers knew that their feelings for you were more complicated than they wanted to admit. And whether Elena realized it or not, her question had stirred something in both of them, something neither of them was ready to face just yet.

It was late evening, and the streets of Mystic Falls were quiet, the air heavy with the lingering chill of autumn. Damon and Stefan were walking side by side, their conversation subdued as they discussed the latest plans for keeping you safe in your new life as a vampire.

“I think she’s adjusting better than we expected,” Stefan said, his tone thoughtful. “But we should keep an eye on her cravings. She’s strong, but the first few weeks are the hardest.”

Damon smirked, his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets. “Relax, Saint Stefan. She’s got us. If she slips, we’ll be there to catch her. Besides, she’s got a better handle on this than most newborns I’ve seen.”

Before Stefan could reply, a familiar voice rang out from the shadows, smooth and taunting. “Speaking of slipping, where exactly were you two when she was turned?”

Both brothers froze, their eyes narrowing as they turned toward the source of the voice. Emerging from the darkness were the three Mikaelson brothers, Klaus, Elijah, and Kol. Klaus wore his signature smirk, his blue eyes gleaming with challenge. Elijah stood tall and composed, his hands clasped behind his back, while Kol leaned casually against a nearby lamppost, mischief dancing in his gaze.

Damon’s smirk faded into a glare as he crossed his arms. “Well, well, if it isn’t the family reunion no one asked for. What do you three want?”

Klaus tilted his head, his grin widening. “Oh, nothing much. We were just curious about your… guardianship of Y/N. Tell me, do you honestly believe you’ve done a better job protecting her than we would have?”

Elijah’s voice was calm, but there was an edge to his tone. “You claim to care for her, yet when she needed protection the most, where were you? She was turned, made to endure one of the most painful transitions a person can face, and neither of you stopped it.”

Kol chuckled, his tone dripping with mockery. “And now you parade around like her knights in shining armor, but let’s be honest. You failed her.”

Stefan clenched his jaw, stepping forward. “You’re one to talk. Where were you when Katherine turned her? Nowhere. She didn’t go to you for help. She came to us.”

Damon smirked, adding with a biting tone, “Yeah, because apparently, the mighty Mikaelsons weren’t exactly high on her list of people to trust. Maybe she sensed the whole ‘we’re-dangerous-and-toxic’ vibe you lot give off.”

Klaus’s smile faltered slightly, his eyes narrowing. “Watch your tongue, Damon. You know nothing about what she means to us.”

Stefan raised an eyebrow, his voice steady but sharp. “Oh, we know exactly what she means to you guys but yet, when she was at her most vulnerable, you weren’t there. You didn’t stop Katherine. You didn’t offer her comfort. She turned to us because we were the ones she could trust.”

Kol’s smirk faded as he straightened, his playful demeanor replaced by a flicker of irritation. “Careful, Salvatore. You’re treading on thin ice. We don’t take kindly to being lectured by… second-rate vampires.”

Damon laughed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, that’s rich coming from you, Kol. Remind me again, what exactly have you done to help her? Oh, that’s right—nothing.”

Elijah’s calm composure wavered as he stepped forward, his gaze locked on Stefan. “We weren’t aware of what Katherine planned. Had we known, we would have intervened. But let us not forget that your protection also failed her.”

Damon took a step closer to Klaus, his voice low and dangerous. “Here’s the thing: Y/N’s not a damsel in distress, and she doesn’t need you swooping in to make her life more complicated. She’s strong, and she’s figuring this out with us. You had your chance, Mikaelsons, and you blew it. So don’t come here acting like you have the moral high ground.”

Klaus’s expression darkened, his smirk now replaced by a cold, threatening glare. “And you believe you can do better? She’s only been a vampire for a short time. The challenges she’ll face, her hunger, her strength, her emotions, they will overwhelm her. When that happens, do you truly believe she’ll choose you over us?”

Stefan’s voice was calm but resolute. “We’re not here to compete for her loyalty. She’ll make her own decisions, and we’ll respect them. But don’t underestimate her. She’s not going to be a pawn in your games or ours.”

Klaus took a step forward, his tone laced with menace. “Be very careful, Salvatore. We don’t take threats lightly.”

Damon smirked, unflinching. “Good. Neither do we.”

For a long moment, the tension hung heavy in the air, the two groups staring each other down. Finally, Elijah placed a hand on Klaus’s shoulder, a silent signal to stand down.

“This conversation is far from over,” Elijah said quietly, his gaze lingering on Stefan and Damon before he turned to leave.

As the Mikaelsons disappeared into the night, Damon let out a low whistle, shaking his head. “Well, that was fun. Can’t wait for the next family therapy session with those guys.”

Stefan frowned, his expression serious. “They’re not going to let this go, Damon. We need to be ready.”

Damon’s smirk returned, though there was a flicker of concern in his eyes. “Don’t worry, brother. Y/N’s stronger than they think. And if they try anything, they’ll regret underestimating her, and us.”

The brothers resumed their walk, the confrontation with the Mikaelsons lingering in their minds. They knew this was just the beginning of a larger battle, but for now, their focus remained on you and ensuring you had the strength to face whatever came next.

The Mikaelsons walked down a quiet Mystic Falls street, the cool night air thick with tension from their earlier encounter with the Salvatore brothers. Klaus strode confidently, his hands in his pockets, while Kol trailed behind, spinning a coin between his fingers, and Elijah walked in his usual composed silence. The moonlight reflected off the cobblestone, casting long shadows around them.

As they rounded a corner, a voice cut through the stillness, smooth and taunting.

“Well, well. If it isn’t the Original family. Out for a little stroll, are we?”

The three brothers halted, their gazes snapping to the figure leaning casually against a tree. Katherine Pierce stepped into the moonlight, her signature smirk firmly in place, her arms crossed as she looked them over.

Klaus’s lips curled into a slow, menacing smile. “Katerina. To what do we owe the displeasure of your company tonight?”

Kol sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes. “I thought we left you in the past where you belong. What do you want now? Haven’t you caused enough chaos for one week?”

Katherine ignored Kol’s quip, her smirk widening as she sauntered closer. “Oh, come on. Don’t be like that. I just wanted to see how the mighty Mikaelsons are handling the news.” She tilted her head, her gaze sharp and gleaming with mischief. “Just loving that my daughter is a vampire.”

Elijah’s brow furrowed, his usually stoic expression darkening. “You’ve caused enough damage, Katherine. What more could you possibly want from Y/N?”

Katherine laughed, the sound light and mocking. “What I want? Oh, Elijah, you’re missing the point. This isn’t about what I want. It’s about what she is going to want. You see, Y/N is my daughter. My blood runs through her veins now, in more ways than one. And I couldn’t be prouder.”

Klaus’s smirk disappeared, replaced by a dangerous glare. “You turned her into a vampire to claim her as your own? Typical Katerina. Selfish, short-sighted, and as delusional as ever.”

Katherine’s smile didn’t waver. She took a step closer, her gaze flicking between the brothers, as though savoring their reactions. “Delusional? Oh no, Klaus. I’m simply stating the obvious. Y/N is my daughter, and whether you like it or not, she’s bound to follow in my footsteps.” She gestured dramatically. “You three Originals and the Salvatores, you’re all so predictable. Falling over yourselves to protect her, to love her. It’s almost poetic.”

Kol snorted, twirling his coin and catching it midair. “Love her? You think we’re as pathetic as the Salvatores, don’t you? Hate to disappoint, darling, but we’re not falling for your games, or hers.”

Katherine’s smile turned sharper, her eyes narrowing. “Oh, Kol, don’t sell yourself short. You’ve always been impulsive. A little reckless, maybe. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were already halfway in love with her, just like your brothers.”

Klaus’s voice was a low growl as he stepped forward, his presence towering. “You may have turned her, Katerina, but don’t make the mistake of thinking you own her. Y/N is stronger than you. She has her own will, her own heart, and she’ll never be a puppet to anyone, not to you, not to the Salvatores, and certainly not to us.”

Katherine arched an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Oh, Klaus. Always so protective, always so certain. But let’s not forget how easy it was for me to twist each of you around my finger once upon a time.” Her gaze swept over Elijah and Kol with a knowing smirk. “I did it to you all, and now Y/N… she’ll do the same. It’s in her blood.”

Elijah’s eyes darkened, his voice calm but edged with steel. “Y/N is nothing like you, Katherine. She may share your blood, but her choices, her character, will define who she becomes. And if you think she’ll follow your path of deceit and destruction, you’re sorely mistaken.”

Katherine clapped her hands mockingly, her smile widening. “Bravo, Elijah. Always the noble one. But let me tell you something. Y/N has already taken the first step down that path. She’s tasted blood, power, freedom. It’s only a matter of time before she realizes how much better life is when you take what you want, no matter who gets hurt.”

Kol stepped forward, his playful demeanor gone as he pointed a finger at her. “Enough with your nonsense, Katherine. You don’t know her like we do. Y/N has strength, real strength, not the cheap, manipulative kind you cling to. She’ll rise above you, above all of us, and when she does, you’ll be nothing but a bad memory.”

Katherine laughed, taking a step back but not breaking eye contact. “We’ll see about that. But remember this: no matter how much you or the Salvatores try to steer her, she’s my daughter. She carries my legacy now. And if you’re not careful, she’ll destroy you just like I did.”

With that, Katherine turned on her heel and walked away, her laughter echoing into the night.

The Mikaelsons stood in tense silence, their expressions hard. Klaus was the first to speak, his tone grim. “We need to ensure Katherine’s poison doesn’t take root in Y/N’s heart. She’s better than that.”

Elijah nodded, his jaw tight. “She is. But Katherine’s right about one thing: Y/N’s life has changed. We must tread carefully if we’re to help her find her way.”

Kol sighed, slipping his coin into his pocket. “Well, I don’t know about you two, but if Katherine tries to twist her again, I’ll be more than happy to stake her myself.”

Klaus smirked faintly, but his eyes remained cold as they all resumed their walk. The encounter had only solidified their resolve to protect you,not just from Katherine but from the darkness she claimed was inevitable.

The Mikaelsons strolled down the dimly lit streets of Mystic Falls, their conversation trailing off as they noticed a familiar figure walking toward them. You. The three brothers slowed their pace, exchanging curious glances before stopping altogether.

“Y/N,” Elijah greeted, his tone soft but inquisitive. “We didn’t expect to see you tonight.”

Klaus stepped forward, his sharp gaze sweeping over you. “And how’s our little fledgling adjusting to her new life?” he asked with a smirk, though there was a flicker of genuine interest behind his teasing tone.

Kol leaned casually against a lamppost, his coin flipping between his fingers. “Yes, do tell. Are the Salvatores doing a good job playing mentors, or is their brooding getting tiresome already?”

You stopped in your tracks, the weight of their gazes making your chest tighten. For a moment, you debated brushing them off and walking away, but the frustration and anguish bubbling inside you refused to stay hidden.

“How am I liking my new life?” you repeated, your voice trembling with barely contained emotion. “I hate it. I hate being like this. Every second feels wrong. I’d rather die than live like this.”

Your words hung in the air, sharp and raw, cutting through the usual bravado of the Mikaelsons. Their smug expressions faltered, replaced by varying degrees of surprise and concern.

Kol stopped flipping his coin, his brows furrowing. “You don’t mean that,” he said, his usual sarcasm absent.

You laughed bitterly, tears threatening to spill. “Don’t I? Sometimes I wish Damon and Stefan had just let me die. I appreciate them for saving me, I do, but they should’ve just… you know. Let me go.”

Klaus’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening as he stepped closer. “Don’t say such things, love. You’re stronger than you think. Stronger than this self-loathing you’re clinging to.”

Elijah’s brow furrowed as he studied you carefully. “If you felt this way, why didn’t you come to us? We could have helped you, guided you through this transition. Instead, you let the Salvatores take charge.”

You hesitated, the weight of their question settling heavily on your shoulders. Your voice was quieter now, tinged with guilt. “When it happened… it was just so close to their house. I was barely holding on. I knocked on their door, and they didn’t hesitate. They saved me before I even had a chance to think. And afterward… I didn’t want to burden anyone else. Especially not you.”

Kol scoffed, though there was no malice in his tone. “Burden us? We’re the Original family, darling. We thrive on chaos. Surely you know by now that we’d never consider helping you a burden.”

Klaus tilted his head, his voice softer than you expected. “We would have come for you, Y/N. You didn’t have to face this alone, not with the Salvatores or anyone else. You’re more important than you realize.”

You looked at him, a flicker of disbelief in your eyes. “Why do you even care? I’m not family. I’m just some girl who got caught up in all this supernatural madness.”

Elijah stepped forward, his tone calm but resolute. “You are not ‘just some girl.’ You matter, Y/N, to more people than you realize. And whether you want to admit it or not, you’re part of this world now. Denying that won’t make it any easier.”

Kol shrugged, a small smirk returning to his lips. “And let’s be honest, love. Life as a vampire isn’t all bad. You’ve got eternity ahead of you. Might as well enjoy it.”

You glared at him, your voice sharp. “Enjoy it? Kol, I’ve lost everything that made me who I was. My humanity feels like a distant memory, and I don’t even know who I am anymore. What’s there to enjoy?”

Klaus raised a hand, silencing his brother before Kol could retort. “Enough, Kol.” He turned back to you, his gaze piercing. “Listen to me, Y/N. This life isn’t easy, but it doesn’t have to be a curse. It’s what you make of it. And if the Salvatores can’t help you see that, then perhaps you’ve been looking to the wrong people for guidance.”

You crossed your arms, your voice laced with skepticism. “And what? You three are supposed to be my saviors now?”

Elijah gave you a small, understanding smile. “Not saviors. Allies. If you’ll have us.”

For a moment, the weight of their words lingered, and you felt a flicker of something you hadn’t in days: hope. Maybe they were right. Maybe you didn’t have to navigate this new life alone. But that hope was quickly overshadowed by your lingering doubt and pain.

“I don’t know,” you murmured, looking away. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

Klaus placed a hand on your shoulder, his voice steady but firm. “You can, love. And you will. Because you’re not alone, no matter how much it feels that way.”

Kol twirled his coin again, his smirk softer this time. “And hey, if nothing else, you’ve got us Originals to make things interesting.”

You let out a small, reluctant laugh, despite yourself. “Interesting, huh? That’s one way to put it.”

As the night stretched on, the Mikaelsons walked beside you, their presence both reassuring and overwhelming. They didn’t have all the answers, but maybe, just maybe, they could help you find your way in this dark, complicated new world.

The Mikaelson brothers walked through the quiet forest just outside Mystic Falls, their steps unhurried as the moonlight filtered through the trees. It was a routine they all knew well, venturing into the shadows to feed without drawing attention. Klaus led the way, his senses keen, while Elijah followed with his usual air of calm. Kol trailed slightly behind, a thoughtful expression crossing his face, a rare sight for the often mischievous Original.

As they approached a clearing, Klaus stopped suddenly, his piercing blue eyes narrowing as he scanned the area for prey. “This should do,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding.

Elijah nodded, already spotting a lone deer grazing in the distance. “Let’s make it quick. We have other matters to attend to tonight.”

Kol, however, seemed distracted. He leaned against a tree, idly tossing his silver coin in the air and catching it with practiced ease. His gaze was distant, his thoughts clearly elsewhere.

Klaus noticed and frowned, his tone sharp. “Kol, if you’re not going to focus, then stay out of the way. We don’t have time for your games.”

Kol smirked faintly but didn’t rise to his brother’s bait. Instead, he sighed and shook his head. “You know, Y/N reminds me of us.”

That caught both Elijah’s and Klaus’s attention. Elijah paused, his brow furrowing as he turned to face Kol. “What do you mean by that?”

Kol flipped the coin again, watching it glint in the moonlight before catching it. “Think about it. When our dear mother cursed us, we didn’t choose this life. It was forced upon us, just like it was for Y/N. One moment, we were human, living, breathing, feeling. The next… we were something else entirely. Something immortal, yes, but also something cursed.”

Klaus’s expression hardened, his jaw clenching as Kol’s words struck a nerve. “That was different. Mother’s curse was born out of hatred, a twisted attempt to bind us to her will. Y/N’s transformation… that was a matter of survival.”

Kol scoffed, pushing off the tree and stepping closer to his brothers. “And what difference does that make, Nik? The result is the same. She’s been ripped from the life she knew, just like we were. She’s lost, struggling to reconcile who she was with what she’s become. Does that sound familiar to either of you?”

Elijah’s gaze softened as he considered Kol’s words. “He’s not wrong, Niklaus. Y/N’s pain mirrors our own, in many ways. She didn’t ask for this, just as we didn’t. And now she’s left to grapple with the consequences, much like we did centuries ago.”

Klaus let out a low growl, his frustration evident. “Yes, but unlike us, she has a choice. She has people around her who care, who want to help her navigate this new life. We didn’t have that luxury.”

Kol arched an eyebrow, his voice taking on a sharper edge. “Didn’t we? I seem to recall us having each other, Nik. We may have fought like hell, but we were still family. And as much as you despise admitting it, Y/N has a family now too. The Salvatores, her siblings, friends and whether she knows it or not, she has us.”

Klaus turned away, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “It’s not the same. We were betrayed by our own mother. Y/N… she was betrayed by fate, perhaps, but not by those who care about her.”

Kol’s expression softened, and he stepped closer, his voice quieter now. “You say that, but isn’t it the same in the end? We were all betrayed, by the world, by those we trusted, by the circumstances that made us what we are. She’s no different, Nik. And if we don’t help her, if we don’t show her that this life can still hold meaning… then what was the point of any of it?”

Elijah placed a hand on Klaus’s shoulder, his voice steady and reassuring. “Kol is right, Niklaus. Y/N’s journey mirrors our own in many ways. But it also offers us an opportunity, to ensure she doesn’t fall into the same despair we once did. To give her the support we lacked.”

Klaus let out a slow breath, his tension easing slightly as his brothers’ words sank in. He turned back to face them, his gaze resolute. “Fine. If Y/N is to endure this curse, then she won’t do it alone. We’ll guide her, protect her. But mark my words, if the Salvatores fail her—”

Kol grinned, his usual mischievousness returning. “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that, Nik. If they screw up, we’ll be there to pick up the pieces. Besides, she’s stronger than any of us realize. She’ll get through this, she just needs a little push.”

Elijah nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Then let us ensure that she doesn’t lose herself in the process. We owe her that much.”

The three brothers stood in silence for a moment, their shared determination solidifying their bond. As they resumed their hunt, the weight of your transformation hung heavy in their minds, a reminder of their own cursed beginnings and the hope that perhaps, this time, things could be different.

You walked along the edge of the woods, the crisp autumn air biting at your skin as leaves crunched softly beneath your feet. The quiet solitude was a welcome reprieve from the overwhelming chaos that had consumed your life since your transformation. Every step was a chance to breathe, to think, and to try to accept the reality of what you had become.

But peace was fleeting.

“Isn’t this a familiar sight?” a sly, mocking voice drifted through the trees, sending a chill down your spine. You stopped dead in your tracks, your body tensing as you turned toward the sound.

Katherine stepped out of the shadows, her smirk as sharp and dangerous as ever. She was leaning casually against a tree, her arms crossed as though she had all the time in the world. Her dark eyes sparkled with amusement as she regarded you.

“Taking a stroll to clear your head, are we?” she teased, pushing off the tree and sauntering closer. “Let me guess, you’re thinking about how unfair this all is, how much you hate me for what I’ve done to you.”

Your hands curled into fists at your sides, and you glared at her. “What do you want, Katherine? Haven’t you done enough already?”

Katherine chuckled, her voice dripping with mock pity. “Oh, sweetheart, you wound me. I was just passing by and couldn’t resist saying hello to my darling daughter. After all, it’s not every day you see someone take to their new vampire life with quite so much drama.”

You gritted your teeth, refusing to let her get under your skin. “Leave me alone.”

But Katherine wasn’t done. She stepped closer, her smirk widening as her voice dropped into a conspiratorial tone. “You know, you’ve managed to do something I never thought possible. You’ve got both the Salvatores wrapped around your little finger. And as if that wasn’t enough…” She trailed off, her smirk turning wicked.

You frowned, your heart sinking as you braced yourself for whatever venom she was about to spit. “What are you talking about?”

Katherine tilted her head, feigning innocence. “Oh, don’t play dumb, Y/N. Even the Mikaelsons are falling for you. Elijah with his endless compassion, Kol with his fascination for the new and broken, and Klaus… well, let’s just say he has a weakness for strong-willed women.”

You stared at her, your chest tightening as her words hit their mark. “That’s not true,” you muttered, though doubt flickered in your voice.

Katherine laughed, a cold and mocking sound. “Oh, but it is. You’re the shiny new toy in town, Y/N. They can’t resist you. Just like the Salvatores couldn’t resist me all those years ago.” She leaned closer, her gaze piercing. “It’s almost poetic, don’t you think? History repeating itself. Except this time, I’m watching it happen with my own daughter.”

You took a step back, shaking your head as anger and frustration boiled within you. “I’m not like you, Katherine. I don’t use people, and I won’t hurt them the way you did.”

Katherine’s smirk faltered for just a moment, but she quickly recovered, her tone turning cold. “That’s where you’re wrong, Y/N. You might think you’re different, but give it time. This life changes everyone. It hardens you, makes you selfish. You’ll see.”

You stood your ground, your voice steady despite the storm raging inside you. “Maybe you gave up on being human, but I won’t. I don’t care what you think or what you’ve done, I’ll never be like you.”

Katherine’s expression darkened, her amusement replaced by something more dangerous. “You can try to deny it all you want, but you’re my daughter. And sooner or later, you’ll realize that no matter how hard you fight it, you’ll always be a little bit like me.”

With that, she turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving you alone once again. But the weight of her words lingered, a bitter reminder of the battle you were fighting, not just against her, but against the darkness within yourself.

Taking a deep breath, you steadied your trembling hands and continued walking, determined to prove her wrong. You weren’t Katherine. You were stronger than that. And no matter how hard this new life got, you refused to let her define you.

#the vampire diaries #the vampires diaries x you #the vampires diaries x reader #the vampire diaries x y/n #damon salvatore #damon salvatore x y/n #damon salvatore x you #damon salvatore x reader #Stefan Salvatore #stefan salvatore x reader #stefan salvatore x y/n #stefan salvatore x you #damon salvatore imagines #stefan salvatore imagines

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celestialdragoncookie · 2 months ago

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Can I request another Yandere Three brothers, but the twist is that Y/N is a Cookie Phoenix with a crown of 5 (fire) gems/stone, the left one is red, orange, yellow, white, and the right one is blue (the reason why is bc that's how I think how powerful the fire is, and blue is currently the most powerful one, and this is true too, I searched it from goggle)

So I my idea is that, Y/N was a hybrid Cookie-Phoenix that was newly turn, and to be more powerful, they must collect all of the fire gems/stones to be more powerful, since in my au, (I created this btw), it's the extension of their (fire) abilities and control, and Y/N is a bit oblivious of the Three brothers, except Dark Cacao cookie, since he's the ruler of the kingdom, and they had already almost all of them... They just needed the rarest... Which was the purple one, but the problem is that it was in the Dark Cacao kingdom, so they disguise themselves as a maid to get it, (btw, Dark Cacao cookie Soul Jam and the Purple fire stones is a bit different, but the colors are exactly the same, and the fire stones shape are pearl shaped), although, they eventually knew her secrets, due to how warm and her eyes we're, which made them intrigued, but she didn't realize it until it was too late

And you can do the rest, either she was captured by them or kidnapped, or whatever you'll like :D

"Uncaged Freedom" Yandere Three brothers x Hybrid Phoenix Reader:

Eons have passed after that fateful, phoenix kind on the blink of extinction as the lady of fate felt pity for the ruler of the sky's shines once again as the egg was created where the sunrays always fall. The egg hatched after thousand of years, as the fetching named herself as Y/N also known as Y/N cookie. The last note from the elder provided the information for the revival of the once great clan, for that purpose she has to explore and find forth mystical blazing five fire pearls. These mystical Pearls said to be the tears of the first divine ancestral phoenix born from collision of the thousand planets, after the ancestor fall the clan began to decline. So one by one, Y/N cookie managed to collect four fire pearls blue,green, yellow and red as the whereabouts of the last pearl was unknown but she managed to hear rumors of mysterious purple gem hidden in dark cacao kingdom. You knew about the legend of five ancient heros chosen by the soul jams, but you only heard about dark cacao cookie infamous of being stoic, serious cold and strict nobody has ever taken out his softer side of his nobody ever did as he rarely took it out.

So you decided to take a gamble by applying for the maid job being offered by the king himself. And after few days letter of requirement has arrived which you gave triumph cry, you ready yourself hiding your phoenix features dressing yourself neatly. On your first day, you were given a post to wash dirty clothes of the warriors during those days you struggle in tough chores, had to face typical maids bullying but that didn't remove the kindle flames of determination inside you, as burning in determination to complete your task unknown to you a sudden presence was spying on you within the darkness chuckle to yourself before disappearing. During night you accidentally tried to sneak inside the kings chambers to see the rare purple gem, but due to your bad luck a dirty rag clasp on your head as sea of unconscious captured your mind. After several hours, you woke up chained to the hard metal as soft clasp could be heard you in drippy state look around your surroundings only to see in a cage as the features tried so hard not to be judged were exposed. Your eyes filled with tears clasping on your beautiful face, heart thumping in fear, loneness especially phobia of dark. Suddenly within the dark three pair of glowing slit eyes look at you one dark bloody crimson, one magenta and the other tulip purple eyes as you managed to recognized the purple one as it seems to be the royal trait of the king himself.

" Hahaha well well 'clapping' looks like your in tight situation my dear Birdy that kimono looks good on you my ' dearest maid'"

His tone was more sickening sweet as viper coil around your dough ready to take a bite, he revealing himself really shocked you because you never heard nor seen him believing the king was a loner. The king sees your confused expression rolled his eyes replies with gruff hoarse voice " no that's not what your thinking maid, this useless cookie here is my biological brother not lover".

The unknown cookie made a disgusted expression and pose he gruff said " ewww who wants to be you, if I had type of girlfriend like you I would burf in disgust". Dark cacao cookie tempted to punch his arrogant face but he didn't want to startled you so he drank it all up. Suddenly another cookie showed himself from the shadows as he was illegal copy of dark cacao cookie himself but with more white hair and black streaks along with dragon features as his blood crimson eyes with black slits glows with unholy desires. He gave a toothy grin circle around the cage poking her dough turned towards his brothers" I guess you weren't that useless after all".

Demonos Cacao cookie really wanted to rip that smug grin from his face but he grip inside that temptation. He growls in annoyance really pissed off as dark cacao cookie replies " you really wanted to piss me off don't you elder brother". The said brother ignoring him turned his attention to frightened you, clutching your whole body to yourself shivering in fear in stutter voice" pleas.....e pleas....e don't hurt me I really didn't want to steal your soul jam I promise".

Dark cacao cookie interigued said " I wasn't mad about stealing my soul jam besides I.... Emm we didn't impression you here for charges of theft". Hearing from the kings mouth your eyes brightened in relief said " really, are you going to set me free?". The three brothers look at each other before giving a devilish smirk " of course young lady your free to go". As dark cacao cookie opened the cage setting you free, flapping your wings bowing in gesture of gratitude " thank you so much..... I?" Suddenly she felt wobbly as her whole dough felt soggy falling to her knees with wide eyes look at the smirking three brothers in fear asked " why what did you just do?". Demonos Cacao cookie smiles " my brother said that your free of charge of theft but he didn't said your free to leave this kingdom hahah as he laughs with hint of obsession in his eyes continues " your too cute to been set free, it said that birds without it's wings will lost its freedom". His magenta eyes falls on your beautiful wings while you shudder in fear your whole body, dough was screaming at you leave this hell this place ran far away from these monsters but due to paralysis effects you couldn't move an inch. Suddenly a breath from behind hit your cheek said " you wouldn't be needing these anymore". As sounds of being ripped as it felt like flesh and bones are forcefully ripped from the body. You scream in pain before falling on the stone cold ground as tears pools from your eyes, look up to see your shredded beautiful wings soaked in strawberry jam in the hands of the king of a monster with menacing smile seems to please with his action. Before falling unconscious you saw the manipulative and please smile of the elder brother himself hearing his dark soothing voice " Oh! Don't worry my dear phoenix, we will take good 'care' of you hahaha".

You mumble as the abyss of unconscious grasping your mind " You psycho monsters". At last your now had fallen into the claws of the three kidnappers and they wouldn't be letting you go anywhere, as the freedom you held so dear has been now caged due to your ignorance and arrogance.

I forgotten to add her

#crk oc art #crk fanart #cr kingdom #yandere three brothers x reader #dark cacao cookie #dark dragon cacao cookie #demonos cacao cookie #crk x reader

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xseekingsaturnx · 11 months ago

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the ninja and their various traumas: a headcanon(?)

jk some of these are def canon

kai!

shouldered far too many responsibilities after the disappearance of his parents

from this stemmed a Phat Ego & deeply ingrained need to prove himself…

…and fiercely protect everything & everyone he cares about because he trusts precious few people and as a child he felt like everything could fall apart at any second

is constantly fighting against impulses that would drag him into darkness if he followed them

nya!

permanently rooted fear that she’s an inconvenience AKA fear of abandonment

mad social anxiety bc homegirl was not in school like she should’ve been

anger issues bc childhood was so unstable & she finds anger easier to comprehend than fear

fear of failure bc what if she looks stupid and what if she’s in her brother’s shadow forever and what if she’s not good enough (see: fear of abandonment)

died one time and no one remembers but her and jay

jay!

anxiety in every shape and size and color

insecurity that he’s “too much” from years of being called loud & annoying by peers

history of investing too much of himself into things and people/hyperfixating bc he only knows how to love & feel with every cell in his body and he’s constantly terrified of overwhelming people

and this doesn’t come in til later but the revelation he was ADOPTED?? he & nya are “fear of abandonment” twins now

watched nya die one time and no one remembers except her

cole!

loss of his mother AKA the softer presence in his life; unrealistic expectations from his dad and constantly facing lou’s disappointment

shitty coping mechanisms. would rather physically over-exert himself than process his feelings. also a stress eater

under a lot of pressure and often behaves too mature for his age bc he’s afraid everything will collapse if he doesn’t hold it together

is competing w kai for mom of the group bc he feels immeasurable responsibility for everyone he cares about

zane!

literally is a robot

and found out he is a robot after years of having LOST HIS MEMORY

always a little nervous he is going to annoy someone/offend someone/further alienate himself (fear! of! abandonment!)

on that note: afraid he will never understand the human experience and will always be lacking in some important quality or ability to connect with others

exploded and was rebuilt and had to regain his memories

lloyd!

actually invented the fear of abandonment.

severe mommy & daddy issues. like “severe” doesn’t even BEGIN to cover it

quite literally grew up too fast

keeps finding out his lineage contains more weird mystical components and is fighting off identity crises with a broken broom

was possessed

and that’s just the tip of the iceberg, feel free to add to it. there’s also PTSD across the board & various deaths/near-deaths & FSM knows what else.

#its 2 in the morning #i was bored #ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago jay #ninjago zane #ninjago cole #ninjago lloyd #ninjago kai #ninjago nya #hc #headcanon #trauma

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wh0r3-for-klaus · 7 months ago

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hi can you make headcanons about dating klaus mikaelson

sorry it took me so long to get this written, I've been dealing with a lot this year and I haven't had time to write much unfortunately. I hope you enjoy. This is just my personal thoughts about what it'd be like to date our friendly neighborhood hybrid.

Klaus is a very complex and closed off man, it’s a mix of the centuries he’s spent running from Mikeal and his deep rooted fear that those he does trust will betray him. However, once he trusts you enough to start letting you in and allows himself to let his guard down around you, that’s when you’ll be able to truly see just how many layers to this man there is.

When Klaus first arrives in Mystic Falls, he’s in Alaric’s body and focused on trying to break his curse but that doesn’t stop him from taking notice of you. He can’t help but admire how attractive you are and he likes to watch you interact with your friends and family because it helps him learn about your personality and such.

If you’re in a relationship, he won’t be able to ignore the jealousy he feels whenever your significant others name is mentioned or he sees you with them, its not even because he wants to be in their place at first, its just because he wants to just have you.

He wont be shy in making his affections known, even in Alarics body. He’ll always be leaving you gifts in your locker, on your porch, in your car, wherever he can get to there will be a present left for you to find.

The gifts will always be signed with a simple “K.M” until hes in his own body, then he’ll sign it as “Klaus”. He wants you to know that it’s from him.

He wants to see your reaction to every gift he leaves you if possible, and if he can’t see your reaction to a certain gift then he’ll either eventually ask you directly what you thought of it or he’ll use compulsion to find out if you mentioned it to your friends. If he can’t use compulsion then he’ll listen to your conversations with your friends.

Klaus as a boyfriend:

Klaus would paint you, a lot. He may show you a few of them but some he’ll keep hidden, potentially because he’s worried about how you’ll react to them but mostly because he just wants them to remain a secret.

He would buy you whatever you wanted, even if you protested, he wants to spoil you and he has enough money to anything you want without making a dent in his bank account.

Klaus might even just end up giving you a credit card in his name so you can buy whatever you want whenever you want, if you refuse to accept it then he’ll slip it in your wallet when you’re not looking.

He’s been alive for over a thousand years, man has a lot of money and doesn’t care how it’s spent as long as you’re taken care of and happy.

Klaus will cook for you. He knows how to cook and he will spend all day preparing a nice meal for you.

He’ll light candles and get out a special bottle of bourbon and a bottle of wine or champagne, he’ll even kick his siblings out for the night just so the night is perfect without interruptions.

Man loves to have at least one hand on you at all times, whether it be holding your hand or resting his hand on your lower back.

Klaus loves when you fall asleep on him, especially when you’re resting your head on his chest and he can have his arms around you. He likes knowing that you’re safe.

Klaus enjoys laying his head on your lap or chest on occasion and letting you play with his hair, but it’s only when it’s just the two of you and he’s able to trust you enough to be vulnerable or softer with you.

Baby boy has severe abandonment issues, he’ll randomly get mad at you for trying to leave him simply because you didn’t answer his calls and texts cause you busy. He hides his insecurity behind his anger because he doesn’t want to seem weak but inside he’s breaking down at the thought of losing you.

Klaus will be in a crappy mood for whatever reason and will snap at you, not intentionally, he just can’t control his emotions and how he reacts to situations.

He’ll apologize either immediately after snapping/yelling at you and seeing how it hurt/upset you or later once he’s calmed down and had time to reflect on his actions and how they affected you.

He’ll get you a gift or numerous gifts to apologize before he’ll ever even attempt to apologize verbally, but he will if you continue to be upset with him, then he’ll beg for your forgiveness if he truly loves you.

Speaking of love, he will tell you he loves you almost all the time after he says it for the first time. You won’t go a full day without hearing him say he loves you at least six times.

“Darling, I love everything about you.” or “I love you, sweetheart.” or even “You’re absolutely stunning darling, I love every little “flaw” of yours because they are a part of you and I love you.”

He wont let you talk bad about yourself, he’ll make you stand in front of a mirror while he stands behind you and points out every little thing he loves about you as he makes you repeat what he says about each thing.

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Klaus has stamina, he’s a hybrid so he could go round after round without getting tired.

He definitely knows how to pleasure you, he’s had thousands of years to learn new tricks and ways to make you climax, he’ll also take the time to learn what you like and what makes you feel good and what doesn’t.

BREEDING KINK.

Will choke you and spank you and even be rough with you but he’ll be holding back from being to rough so he doesn’t hurt you, at least while you’re human.

He will want to have you on every surface in his house in every position, he’ll even fuck you outside under the stars just because it’s something he wants to do with you at least once.

He’s into trying just about anything except for anything involving piss or feces, that’s a hard no for him.

He’ll drink from you while he cums with you, bloodsharing is very intimate so he likes doing it with you as you both cum.

He doesn’t care if you’re shaved or not, if you’re comfortable then he’s okay with it.

He’ll shave if you prefer for him to but he’ll also just keep himself trimmed down there anyways cause he likes to be well groomed.

#klaus mikaelson #klaus michaelson #niklaus mikaelson #klaus x reader #klaus x you #the vampire diaries #the originals

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so-long-soldier-writes · 1 year ago

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New Year's Kiss

kai parker x reader

summary: it's tradition for new year's to start with a kiss... just like it's tradition to kiss under a mistletoe. and unfortunately, as traditional as mystic falls is, there's no way out but through

tags: holidays / holiday party, kissing, crushes, mutual pining, kai vs his feelings, soft!kai

word count: 1.4k

a/n: this is a stupid, cheesy, short piece i wanted to write up for the new year. my brain's tired and i highly doubt i'll make it to midnight 💤 (i didn't sleep last night) cheers! 🥂

The minute you walk into the Salvatores’ kitchen, Caroline makes a friendly joke. “Are you gonna share a New Years’ kiss with your mistletoe buddy, Y/N?”

You feel your face get hot immediately. “I’m not planning on kissing anyone to be honest with you.”

“Aw, but it’s tradition!” Damon enters, holding two bottles of bourbon. “Even if your partner sucks.”

You and Caroline both give him a side-eye. “Be nice,” the blonde says. “But he is partially right, Y/N, it’s tradition. And good luck for the new year.”

“I thought that part only applied to couples.”

“You never know.”

Her vague response has you raising an eyebrow, but she gives no further explanation. Her attention is then taken away by more arriving guests.

“Be honest,” Damon whispers to you, “was he at least a good kisser?”

“I’m not telling you that!”

“Fine, keep your secrets! I’ll find out, eventually, either way.”

“Just…” your eyes land on Caroline’s unattended cookies, “go away!”

“Ooookay! See you later, Y/N.”

Truth is, Kai was a great kisser. One of the most skilled you’ve ever had. But that was a one time thing, and an accident, might you add. He just happened to be standing under the stupid mistletoe, and you just happen to also walk under it to pass by him. But of course you lingered a little too long to give him a smile, and Elena shouted across the room to point out the green, hanging plant above your heads.

And the girls of Mystic Falls, deep rooted in tradition, practically begged you to kiss. Kai’s face was red with blush, but you bet it was more embarrassment than anything. You were wracked with nerves and probably shaking. Still, you think you both pulled it off well. His lips were much softer than you had expected, as were his hands as they cupped your face. He was uncharacteristically gentle, and smiled at you afterwards. You had your hands on his chest and hoped you were at least half as good.

Neither of you spoke after, but he did wink at you on his way out the door that night. Or maybe it was a blink… you’re not sure.

Regardless, you don’t mean to repeat the incident. Especially not during another one of Caroline’s holiday parties.

Because while you loved kissing Kai, it totally ruined everything. You’ve had a crush on him for weeks but have been too shy to say anything. And everyone knows carefully-watched holiday kisses are never a good start to anything more.

You sigh, then stuff a third cookie in your mouth.

“I’d be careful if I were you,” comes Kai’s voice out of nowhere.

You startle, jumping, and hitting your knee on the cabinet door below you. “Shit, you scared me.”

“Sorry.” He nods to the cookies. “Caroline left those out in the open? Bold move.”

“I have to run when I see her coming back.”

“Oh you definitely will. Especially when she sees how many are missing.” He pops one in his own mouth. “Y’know… I don’t even know how I get invited to these types of things.”

“Caroline’s all about bringing people together for the holidays.”

“I see. Well, see you around, Y/N.” This time, he winks and you’re sure it’s a wink. Your knees almost buckle.

“You too.”

For the majority of the night, you manage to avoid Kai. The two of you seem to make laps around the snack table; he stands by it for a good ten minutes, then migrates, and you go stand by it for a while. The whole night, you will yourself to talk to him, but can’t find the confidence. Instead, you lurk from afar, feeling your heart speed up when he smiles, feeling a twinge of sadness when he’s alone.

At eleven thirty, the energy in the mansion seems to rise by ten percent. Sounds and streamers fill the air on top of the already loud voices. Whoever isn’t still talking is dancing in the living room. To the left, Bonnie’s pushing the couch off the edge of the carpet for more room. Elena, meanwhile, has the remote and turns up the tv a few dials. Everyone’s engaged, even Stefan, who was falling asleep a couple minutes ago, but then was forced to his feet by Caroline.

Celebration carries onto the ball dropping before you know it. The ten second countdown has begun and the shouts to find partners grow aggressive. You try to shrink into the corner, waving at Caroline to turn her gaze from you.

7…

6…

5…

A tap on your shoulder surprises you. When you move to face the mysterious person, your throat goes dry at the sight of Kai.

“Hey, mistletoe.”

“Hi.”

“So, um, doesn’t seem like we’re gonna be able to get out of this tradition, either,” he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, “and you’re the closest to my proximity.” That was a lie. The last time you pointed him out, he was all the way across the room. “So would you…”

2…

1…

“Yes.”

He kisses you the instant the television crowd erupts in chants. He’s confident this time; less hesitant, more eager. You can’t help but kiss him back with the same passion.

A whistle carries from somewhere in the room, but you both ignore it. Kai joins his other hand with his first, now holding your cheeks with both. You can feel the smile tugging on his lips, lingering, before he finally breaks it off.

“I’ve waited all week to do that,” he admits.

His words take a minute to sink in. “What?!”

He stares back as if trying to read you. You look down, unable to hold his intense eye contact. Kai only seems to take that as an invitation to hook a finger on your chin and lift your head back up.

“I-” his eyes take your breath away and you find yourself incapable of speaking.

“Do you not want it?”

“No, no, I do. I liked kissing you,” you force yourself to confess.

He cocks his head. “So what’s wrong?”

“I’m, uh… did- did you like it?”

He seems a little taken off guard by the question being flipped. He licks his lips. “Yes.”

You look out into the living room and see everyone celebrating. For once, no one’s watching you. “I like you, Kai. Like, I don’t just like kissing you, I like you.”

“Like a crush?” His eyes are amused, yet genuine.

It feels safe enough to continue, “yes.”

He’s quiet for a while. His hand drops your chin to grab a strawberry, and you watch him eat the entire thing before he finally responds. “I have these feelings that I don’t understand. Whenever I see you, or hear your laugh, or even if someone mentions you, I get this weird feeling in my body, like a fluttering. Is that a crush?”

You giggle gently and his eyes snap up to you. “Yes, that sounds like it. At least, that’s what I get when I think of you.”

“So… if two people both have a crush on each other, does that mean they can kiss for real? And not have it be an excuse brought on by two dumb holiday traditions?”

Your heart is racing so fast, it might jump out of your chest. “If they want to, yes.”

“Good. Because I do. I want to kiss you again. Do you?”

“Mhm. But um…”

“What’s wrong?”

“Well sometimes, people with crushes on each other start to date. That means they can kiss whenever they want, and also spend more time together… if you- they want that, too.”

Kai smiles. For a moment, you can’t tell if his questions about feelings were real, or if he were just testing out the waters to get you to admit your own, but you quickly realize you don’t care. Not when he’s looking at you like that.

“I do… want that. I would like to date you, Y/N.”

“I would, too.”

“Really?”

“You have no idea how much.”

“Mhhmm, try to show me,” he says, leaning in to close the gap between your lips.

You laugh, accepting the challenge, and deepen his kiss with your hands gently on his face. A kiss of your own volition, without any pressure. A kiss to start a new relationship in a fresh, new year.

#kai parker x reader #malachai parker x reader #kai parker oneshot #tvd fanfiction #kai parker fluff #happy new year!! 🩷

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shixcherie · 2 months ago

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Reel Or Real | Kang Yeosang & Choi Jongho ☆

~ ~ call me chérie ☆

Navigation | Kinktober List

☆ Day 21 : RolePlay

↬ [ Synopsis ] : Dressed up as Elena, with Jongho and Yeosang as Damon and Stefan for the Halloween shoot, you wonder if the lines between reel and real might blur as the three of you decide to wind down in the vocal room after the hectic shoot.

☆ Word Count : 2k ☆ Genre : Smut, Suggestive, Idol Au. ☆ Pairing : Idol! Jongho x Idol! Fem! Reader x Idol! Yeosang

☆☆☆ WARNINGS : Pure smut (18+), roleplay kink as they play and are dresed up as Daemon, Stefan and Elena, making out in th vocal room, oral (Jongho recieving), oral (fem recieving), unprotected sex ( don’t do this kids ), mild public sex ( in KQ building), praise, pet names.

NOTE : Day 21 is here. Hope you enjoy it ma chéries.

The KQ Halloween shoot kicked off in a lively atmosphere. This year, the company went all out, dressing idols as iconic TV and film characters and filming short scenes for a Halloween release.

Around the set, your best friend Yunho, dressed as Spiderman, posed dramatically, pretending to shoot webs. Hongjoong, as Jack Sparrow, swaggered around, and Wooyoung, as Harry Potter, tried to look serious, waving his wand and shouting random spells. Laughter filled the room, with everyone fully in character and rehearsing—it truly felt like Halloween.

You, meanwhile, were dressed as Elena from The Vampire Diaries. For your scene, Jongho took on the role of the intense, mysterious Damon, while Yeosang became the calm and caring Stefan.

Standing in the center of the dark, vampire-themed set, you glanced over at Jongho, who leaned against the wall with a smirk that made him feel like Damon. Yeosang stood nearby, quietly focused on his lines, bringing a steady presence. The stylists and makeup artists had nailed your characters with impressive costumes and makeup.

After Yunho wrapped up his Spidey shoot, it was finally your turn. The director called you, Jongho, and Yeosang to the set.

For the scene, he had chosen the iconic Miss Mystic Falls episode from Season 1. Dressed in a classic gown as Elena, with Jongho in a dark suit as Damon and Yeosang in a more refined, traditional look as Stefan, the setup felt elegant yet perfect for highlighting every glance and touch.

When the camera started rolling, you found yourself between Jongho and Yeosang, both fully in character. Jongho, as Damon, stepped forward with a confident, teasing smile, offering his hand as you began the dance. His fingers rested lightly on your waist, and he leaned in close, his gaze intense as he delivered his line.

“You can trust me,” he murmured, voice low and magnetic. “I’m here for you.” His thumb brushed softly along your back, sending a shiver through you, blurring the line between acting and reality especially given the unspoken connection you two shared off-camera.

Yeosang, as Stefan, watched from the shadows, embodying Stefan’s quiet longing perfectly. Finally, he stepped forward, his calm presence adding balance as he took his place beside you and Jongho. His expression was softer but equally intense, his voice steady as he delivered his line, which struck a chord given your off-screen closeness with him.

“You don’t have to choose,” he said, his hand finding yours, grounding you with a warmth that balanced Jongho’s boldness. The tension between the three of you felt real and undeniable.

As Elena, you felt pulled between both of them, nearly losing yourself in the emotions they stirred up. The intensity in Jongho’s and Yeosang’s eyes blurred the lines between reel and real, drawing you deeper into the moment.

When the director finally called “Cut!” you exhaled, catching your breath as you looked at Jongho and Yeosang. There was something unsaid in their eyes, as if the scene had left a lingering feeling between you all.

“Amazing work guys.” the director praised, clearly impressed with how naturally you three had pulled off such an intricate scene. The chemistry between you, Jongho, and Yeosang was so strong that even those behind the cameras felt the lines between reel and real blur.

“Yo! That was incredible. You looked stunning, and you pulled it off so smoothly!” Yunho came over, grinning as he fist-bumped you with his Spidey-wrapped hands.

“Thank you.” you replied, smiling as the two of you waited for the crew to wrap up, chatting and enjoying each other’s company.

After wrapping up the shoot, you, Jongho, and Yeosang exchanged knowing glances, an unspoken tension still simmered between you. The three of you headed to the vocal practice room to wind down.

As Yeosang softly closed the door, Jongho instantly pressed you against the wall, his face only inches away as the scent of mint lingered on his breath.

“Was that just acting, honey?” he teased, cocking an eyebrow with a devilish smirk as his hands explored your sides, finally resting firmly on your waist. With a gentle pull, he brought you closer until your foreheads touched.

“What do you think ? Was I good out there ? ” you asked, a sweet smile crossing your face as you met his gaze.

Yeosang was already behind you, helping with the zipper of your dress. His hands moved skillfully, and his lips found the skin of your shoulder, where he began pressing soft kisses, mumbling, “You were breathtaking out there, baby.”

Once fully undressed, you looked like a meal ready to be savored, and Yeosang guided you to the couch nestled in the corner of the vocal room. Gently, he laid you down, his hands spreading your legs as he settled between them, while Jongho positioned himself near your head.

“What do you want, darling ?” Jongho asked before dipping down to place a quick, teasing kiss on your lips.

“Is it this ?” Yeosang murmured, trailing his tongue lightly along your thigh in a sudden, tantalizing move. “Or maybe… this?” Jongho added with a grin, his hand roaming to cup your chest, giving your right breast a gentle squeeze.

Your body arched in surprise as they both showered you with unexpected attention, a blush creeping over your cheeks.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you ?” Yeosang teased, his lips curled into a sweet yet sultry smile.

You nodded, your body craving more; the heat between you was undeniable. “I want it all…” you replied, fluttering your lashes and giving Jongho a playful smile as your hand brushed over his clothed form while the other explored Yeosang’s curls, urging him to go deep.

Wasting no more time, Jongho freed himself. Your eyes met his thick and girthy member, mouth watering at the sight and the thought of taking him in. He moved in closer, angling himself within reach as Yeosang showed you how magical his tongue could be. He swirled around your sensitive nub in a rhythmic fashion, coaxing a faint moan from your lips as you arched your back.

But Jongho did not allow the moan to escape fully before his hardness pushed past your lips, filling your mouth completely as savored each movement while adjusteding and letting yourself fully sink into the moment.

Surrounded by both of them, each touch and glance created a magnetic tension, teasing and sensual.

Jongho leaned in closer, his warm breath fanning against your face as he guided you gently. “You’re doing so well, just like that baby.” he whispered, his voice low and filled with admiration. The way he looked at you, eyes dark with desire, sent a shiver down your spine making your heart race with anticipation.

As you took him deeper, Jongho’s fingers tangled in your hair, guiding you softly while maintaining that eye contact. He let out a soft groan, the sound making your heart race while your mouth worked magically around him. “I love how you respond to us.” Yeosang murmured, quickening the pace at which his tongue worked against your wet arousal.His tongue working in perfect harmony as he lavished attention on you. Each delicate kiss and teasing flick ignited sparks that shot through your body, causing you to arch your back and let out soft gasps of pleasure. He looked up at you, a playful glint in his eyes. “You taste amazing.” he said, the words sending another wave of warmth coursing through you.

Jongho’s breath hitched as he watched you, his enjoyment clear in how his body reacted to every movement. “You feel incredible.” he whispered, a smile on his lips as he savored the pleasure you were giving him.

Every sensation felt stronger.Yeosang's warm touch, Jongho's guiding hands, and the closeness around you. It felt like the air was thick with unspoken promises, pulling you deeper into a world where nothing else mattered.

“More..” you breathed, lost in the pleasure they were creating together.

“Yeosang hyung! Why not give our beautiful baby just what she wants ?” Jongho suggested, nudging Yeosang to get on his feet. “Why not ? She deserves all the love after pulling off Elena so beautifully,” Yeosang replied, freeing his member as well.

He brushed his hard member against your slickness as your whimpered to his touch.Your mouth was filled with Jongho’s hard member while his hands gripped your jaw firmly, preparing you for the intense session that was about to unfold.

Positioning himself at your entrance, Yeosang entered you suddenly, earning a muffled cry from your lips while his hard length strectched you delicously erupting another set of fiery sensations while Jongho decided to buck his hips and quicken his pace.

Yeosang continued to thrust into you, Jongho’s length slid deeper into your mouth, the sensation of both of them overwhelming your senses. You found a rhythm, taking Jongho in while moving with Yeosang, creating a delicious synergy that left you breathless.

Jongho’s sultry groans echoed in the room, his pleasure evident as he watched you, his hands guiding your movements. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.” he encouraged, his voice laced with desire as you felt him pulse against your tongue.

With each thrust from Yeosang, you could taste the sweet mix of pleasure that filled your mouth and body. Jongho’s grip on your jaw tightened, urging you to take him deeper, his length hitting the back of your throat. You gagged slightly, but the thrill of it only heightened your arousal.

The combination of Jongho filling your mouth and Yeosang moving inside you created a perfect storm of pleasure, pushing you closer to the edge.The intensity built within you, every sound and sensation magnified as the three of you moved together in a rhythm that felt primal and electric.

The tension reached a peak as Jongho’s breaths quickened, and you could feel him tighten, his release building as you swirled your tongue around him, urging him on. “I’m close…” he gasped, his voice shaky with pleasure.

At the same time, Yeosang’s thrusts grew more frantic, his body moving with an intensity that mirrored your own need. “Just a little more…” he urged, his focus shifting between you and the pleasure he was giving you.

As Jongho’s body began to shudder, you sensed the moment was upon you. His fingers gripped your hair as he pushed himself deeper into your mouth, the weight of him filling you entirely. “I’m—oh God, I’m going to—” His words were cut off by a groan that reverberated through your entire being.

With one final thrust, both of them lost control, their bodies shuddering in unison. Jongho let out a deep groan as he spilled into your mouth, the warmth flooding you, filling you with a taste that was intoxicating. You swallowed around him, desperate to savor every drop, feeling his release pulse against your tongue.

Simultaneously, Yeosang filled you completely, and his climax pushed you over the edge. You moaned around Jongho, feeling waves of pleasure crash over you as the intensity of both sensations hit you. Your body trembled, consumed by the heat surrounding you as you came undone. With a cry that mingled with theirs, your release washed over you, leaving you breathless and completely lost in the moment.

After the intense moment, you lay back on the couch catching your breath. Jongho and Yeosang shared amused glances before moving to help you up.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Jongho said softly, brushing his fingers against your arm. Yeosang grinned as he offered you a hand, pulling you to your feet.

As you headed toward the bathroom, Yeosang leaned down to give you a quick peck on the cheek. “You were amazing.” he whispered. Jongho followed suit, pressing a soft kiss on the other cheek. “Let’s pretend nothing happened.” he teased.

You quickly got dressed, laughter spilling between you as you shared knowing looks. Stepping out of the vocal practice room, the thrill of the moment lingered as you walked down the hallway, acting as if nothing had occurred.

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

Disclaimer : This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

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novacqnes · 2 years ago

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prisoner, prisoner // vi

summary: most within the confines stillwater viewed vi as a seemingly mystical figure— by all except you. thus, when assigned to be her new cell mate you’ll stop at nothing to uncover the truth.

warning: prison? angsty, touch-starved, mentions of blood, wounds, a whole lot of teasing, smut; fingering (vi receiving), bottom vi

pairing: vi x fem reader

word count: 2.7k

a/n: vi’s literally one of my favorite characters and i only have one piece of writing up for her— it’s criminal (no pun intended) also this may or may not be me furthering my bottom vi agenda idk 🤷🏾‍♀️

the air inside of stillwater always had a way of trapping you. heavy and stifling it clung to your skin, mercilessly coating it with dew. although at times it felt more treacherous, seeping its way into your lungs, offering you just the slightest glimpse of your grim future. in many ways it stood in for the steel bars of your confinement, making your situation even direr.

the hallways reeked of something metallic— it could’ve been blood, rust from the decrepit bars, or the scent of pure fear. as you passed by each cell the stench seemed to vary, with some spaces emitting more fear than others. despite this, you weren’t afraid— at least not in the way you should’ve been. you knew your fate, and it involved the red-headed pariah at the far end of the hall.

truly, nobody knew anything about anyone— but there was much mystique surrounding inmate 516. you only knew her name and even that could’ve been up for debate. there wasn’t much emphasis on them, in fact, most of the time you forgot your own. yet within those, it didn’t matter and for as long as you existed inside them you were inmate 601.

slowly, her cell came into view. it looked bleaker than you’d ever imagined. a small, dreary voice echoed rang throughout your mind— and it urged you to turn back. the voice was relentless, it pleaded and cried. desperately attempting to persuade you to fall to your knees before the guards and beg for forgiveness. it only grew louder and for a moment you nearly gave in.

“keep moving 601,” the guard to your left spoke with a low, gruff voice. the other sent a sharp push to your shoulder sending you straight toward the front of the cell. you could feel the menacing smirks grazing their lips, wanting nothing more than to taunt you. after all, it was your fault for ending up there in the first place. this new living situation served as a reminder of it and the purplish bruise under your eye served as a reminder of it.

“on your feet, inmate,” the second guard barked, yet the order wasn’t directed at you. a muscular figure approached the bars, and slivers of fiery red hair emerged from the dark. you could almost make out her face and although you’d seen it numerous times before it was a lot softer than you’d imagined.

vi wrapped her hands around the steel bars, revealing the blood-stained bandages over them. she leaned forward, grayish-blue eyes quickly darting toward your face. after a moment her soft features hardened, allowing for her hard exterior to truly take shape. her eyes bore deep holes in yours prompting a rigid chill up your spine.

she spat, “the fuck is this…?” but no response was given. rather the men laughed at her question, obnoxiously so.

behind you the other guard leaned in, slowly un-cuffing as he whispered, “word of advice 601….try not to fall asleep.” he then produced a set of keys that would open the door to your new reality. the metal emitted a loud creek that traveled throughout the hallway. with another hard nudge, you were shoved into the small space. the hard clanging sound of the bars following suit.

you were left with nothing but the distinct unwelcoming silence that pervaded the cell. vi hardly spared you a second glance. she sauntered back over to the corner, continuing on as if you didn’t even exist. hence, the mystical aura that surrounded her persisted— and you had no way of knowing how to break it. thus you settled for simply chipping away at the tough exterior. with a deep breath, you stepped towards the lower bunk.

“what are you doing?”

“sitting down,” you chirped. her voice was low and hostile— it took everything in you not to shoot right back up. despite this you kept yourself planted on the flimsy mattress. ignoring the small voice making its way to the surface.

begrudgingly she stepped toward you, “that’s my bed.” the aggression was still present in her voice but you couldn’t help but detect the slight amusement in it as well. and for some odd reason, you found it intriguing— only fueling your curiosity.

“so?”

“…i can’t tell if you’re trying to be brave or just really stupid,” she whispered.

now vi stood just a few feet away yet her presence was stronger than ever. the only source of light was a dim lantern outside of the cell and it allowed you to partially capture vi’s face— and the rest of her. she was notorious for getting into fights but now that you were up close you certainly saw why. her arms and legs were sculpted by hard, defined muscles that seemed to flex without the slightest care. in a matter of your seconds, you’d found yourself completely warped in them and it was vi’s stern voice that pulled you out.

“i heard what you did— that fight in the cafeteria? why?” her entire being practically loomed over you. calloused hands gripped the frame on the top bunk as she bent over to face you. the distance was more than intimidating— it was domineering. it corroborated the long-standing rumors and it only made her seem more like a mystery. yet the longer you looked into her eyes the more you held out hope that your cellmate was more than just a ruthless murderer.

“it was the only way to get close to you.” slowly you rose from the bed, diminishing the already non-existent distance down to nothing. vi kept her arm planted on the metal, caging you in between it. her eyes darted in between yours and her expression remaining unreadable. the air seemed to thicken and for a moment it felt impossible to breathe.

vi’s voice was light and almost condescending. her soft lips to brushed along the side of your ear, “you got yourself thrown in the worst part of this shithole because you have a crush on me? jesus…maybe you are stupi—“

“it’s more complicated than that.”

she smirked, “then explain it to me, roomie.” she turned on her heel slowly ambling along the decaying wall, back over to her side of the room. as much you hated to admit you missed the proximity. it’d been so long since you’d experienced what it felt like to be touched by another person. and although she wouldn’t dare utter it aloud vi regretted pulling away.

“you haven’t heard, have you? most people think you’re some kind of monster or a martyr waiting to die. which is why you’ve been here for so long.”

“what do you think?”

“i don’t believe either,” you admitted. she kept most of her face turned away, thus your only view was the dark, intricate tattoo designs that ran across her soft skin. the longer she stood there the more you wanted to run your fingers over each one. and the desire was persistent— at that moment you wanted nothing more than to touch her. despite your judgment, you stepped forward, fighting the urge to do so.

it was evident that she didn’t trust you and you couldn’t blame her for it. vi had simply existed within stillwater for years but she didn’t really have anyone. the abuse from the guards was relentless and if she wasn’t in fights then she was here— in this poor excuse for a cell. she kept her arms bound to her sides, clenching her fists for dear life. therefore there was no way she was going to open up to you— especially not like this.

“i wanna tell you about how i got here…if you don’t mind?”

“i don’t have anywhere else to be,” she shrugged, a slight smile tugging on her lips. cautiously you moved towards vi once again, joining her on the opposite wall.

“a few years ago some of my friends and i thought we could pull off this heist. the plan was that we’d steal some piltover’s most beloved riches and in doing so we’d become legends— maybe even rich.”

“you can’t be serious,” she chuckled, filling the room with her quiet but infectious laughter. it was something that was so rare that it nearly shocked you. yet the sound was beautiful, sending a swarm of butterflies to the pit of your stomach.

you cleared your throat, “unfortunately i am, my adolescent years were a very dark time for me, alright? anyway, the day comes and i get there, i wait for god knows how long but they never show up. just when i’m about to leave these enforcers show up and they practically tackle me to the ground— i still have the scar. next thing i know i’m detained for a robbery that i never even got the chance to commit.”

“they let you go down for it?” she turned to face you, her breath lightly fanning your cheek. silently you nodded, keeping your eyes focused ahead. you couldn’t shake off the warm feeling that accompanied being under vi’s gaze. it made your conversation feel even more like a dream. but most of all it made you feel safe.

“most people suck, you learn that early. but if it makes you feel any better i wish that i’d met you earlier,” she sighed.

“why?”

“we would’ve come up with a much better plan- and we would’ve gotten away with it too,” she boasted, moving a couple of red strands from her face. you couldn’t help but admire even if it was just for a moment. small, reddish-pink bruises took shape along the sides of her face. despite this, her eyes looked brighter than ever and for the life of you, you didn’t have the willpower to look away— and neither did vi.

“can i see it? the scar?” she asked. her voice, smoother than ever was the only deterrent to your rampant dreams. dreams that consisted of your cellmate in ways that you preferred to keep to yourself. nevertheless, you lifted the hem of your shirt, revealing the entire left side of your abdomen.

“it’s dark, i can't see.” hesitantly you reached for her bruised hand. bringing it to your rib ever so slowly as you searched for the rough exterior of your wound. after a while you let go, allowing vi the chance to roam unassisted. the gesture was small but it brought both of you more comfort than the other would truly know.

“vi, why are you here?” you hummed, leaning into her soft touch as she caressed the skin along your abdomen. her fingers traveled upward, brushing the underside of your tits. the hair along the sensitive skin rose with each slow trace of vi’s fingertips.

“i don’t know y/n,” she whispered. she moved her other hand from her side bringing it to your aching body. despite the same desire that plagued vi’s body there was no hurry for her. she took her time basking in each part of the process.

“how’s that possible?”

“you piss off the wrong people i guess,” she chuckled, an apparent melancholic tone laced in her voice. you wanted to push further, ask her more questions but your mind couldn’t have been further from it. you needed vi more intimately than you’d ever expected and now you had nowhere to run.

“you’re so soft….” vi cooed, running the pad of her thumb over your nipple. she took used the other hand to knead your breast. her movements although minuscule drew shied moans from your lips that shot straight to vi’s core.

you purred, “do you know what that’s like?” she stopped for a moment, her eyes trailing up to meet yours. they glimmered even without the presence of a real source of light. she was desperate and it was so easily detectable just from the way that she looked back at you. she was tired of being alone and you wanted to tell— no show her that she didn’t have to be.

you cupped your hands to the sides of her face pulling her in for a kiss. at first, is was slow, but soon it escalated vi allowed her hands to roam up and down your body as your tongue slipped into her mouth, deepening the kiss even further. she reached for your shirt, roughly pulling it off your head. her lips immediately found your chest, peppering fiery kisses all over your tits. she pulled it into her mouth, cupping it gently as her lips wrapped around your nipple.

“i wanna show you something,” you muttered. slowly you brought your hand to vi’s lower abdomen keeping it there until she gave you approval. with one glance down at you, vi nodded, prompting you to sink your hand into her pants and underwear. the pad of your index finger connected with her clit first, sending a wintry chill up her spine.

“are you sure?” rather than responding she ushered her hips forward, humming at the warm contact. thus you took it as a sign to continue. you drew small circles, applying just the slightest amount of pressure. vi felt as if her entire body was being set ablaze with each part of it experiencing pleasure right after the next.

“i-i need more y/n,” she whimpered, clutching onto you. her hushed moans permeated the room, growing more fervent as you slipped a finger inside of her. low squelching sounds filled your ears the more you continued, pressing upwards. gradually your fingers became slick with her fluids and vi nearly incoherent.

you moved your lips to her neck, running your tongue along the skin. vi wanted to cry out, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d experienced anything like this. it was something so out of her control yet she loved every second of it.

“fuck—“ she choked out, her nails sinking into your skin. her heart was beating rapidly and fresh tears brimmed the corners of her eyes yet you showed no signs of slowing down. you slipped yet another finger into her pussy curling them at just the right angle. you targeted her g-spot wanting nothing more than for her to unravel against you.

“y/n— i’m- i can't.”

“tell me….” you cooed, pursuing a devilish pace. vi could feel her legs slowly losing feeling. her core burned with an insatiable ache that would soon consume her and she didn’t know how to express it.

“….tell me you what you want, violet.” she shook violently against you, burying her face into your neck yet you refused to stop— not until she said so.

“oh fuck— y/n, i’m gonna come.” vi’s cries filled your ears delightfully. she grasped onto your body tightly as the pit in her stomach came undone. fluids soaked your hand as well as the fabric of her uniform. patiently you eased her down from the high, running your arms along the art etched into her skin.

soon after she pulled away, discarding her wet pants before taking a seat on her bunk. she gestured for you to come to sit by her, sliding over to make room for you.

“…just so you know this is still my bed.”

you threw your hands up in defeat, flinging yourself onto the mattress beside her, “i surrender.”

for a while, the two of you sat alongside each other. there was something particularly comforting about unspoken comfort that vi seemed to understand better than anyone. in just a few hours your entire perception of her had been flipped on its side.

now? you had who idea what vi was except for the fact that you had to learn more. yet it wasn’t the things you’d originally set out on knowing, like her crimes or how long her prison sentence was. rather you wanted to learn small things, the parts that most people viewed as pointless. you wanted to know where she was from, her favorite color, what music did she like— if she even liked music?

vi shifted closer to you, her knees lightly brushing against yours as her eyes roamed over you. she leaned in close, pulling your attention back towards her.

“hey, what are you thinking about?” she asked. you turned to face her, bringing your thumb to the side of her face. she gazed back, her eyes holding the same amount of light as they did before.

“even after all of that…you’re still a mystery to me.”

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(last seen at the tmnt au comp u _ u )

Mikey almost fell over backwards when the frantic looking Leo counterpart appeared in his vision. Casey, of course, was no help. She just laughed as he stumbled over his own feet and tried not to fall. In the end he just floated back to his feet properly with a small pout.

“Oh, sorry,” the Leo (Leon? Yeah, that worked for now) said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “I just really need to find my Donnie, he’s, uh, not very stable with others.” He held up the photo he was brandishing a little more for emphasis.

The photo in question showed a version of Donnie that was very different to the brother Mikey knew and loved. Not only was he notably paler, his usual jade colouring going almost pastel, he was softer somehow. Rounder. He was also wearing a beautiful feathered tutu, had small white wings and was en pointe. That Donnie looked like he was all set to dance in Swan Lake, maybe even as Odette considering the feathered crown he had in place of a headpiece.

“No, I haven’t seen him. Hey, why do you say he’s unstable?” Casey asked, her eyes lighting up with excitement. Eugh boy, if Casey got it in her head that she wanted to try sparring with this unstable ballerina Donnie, there would be very little Mikey could do besides try to hold her back. Maybe if he got the Donnie back with his Leo, he’d be calm enough to not take Casey up on her obvious excitement.

“He’s, uh, well he’s very much got a swan brain?” Leon offered with a sheepish laugh. “Half the time he’s fine, the other half…”

“Oh, he gets violent and territorial?” Mikey had a few encounters with swans in the past. They were dangerous bastards who can and will mess you up. “Eugh boy, that’s definitely not someone who you want to leave alone. Leave it to me, I can help you find him.”

“Wait, you can?” Leon lit up with a relived grin. “How?”

“Like this.” Mikey held his hand out towards the photo and got a feel for Swanatello’s (heh, Swannie, that was a perfect name for him) energy. Once he as sure, Mikey plucked that very unique feeling chain from the air. He studied it curiously. “Huh. This is a very old feeling connected to him. Well, anyway, I can track him for you. Just follow me, we’ll get your Donnie back,” he promised, not letting go of the chain.

“Thank you so much,” Leon said enthusiastically. I’m worried he’s either gonna freak himself out or hurt someone.”

“Has he got memory problems or something?”Casey asked, following after Leon and Mikey. “Our Donnie can be violent but he’s very good at directing that away from people. Most of the time.” She shuddered, probably remembering the sago pudding incident. Mikey didn’t want to dwell on that.

“Yeah, he’s sort of been claimed by this mystic lake to be its guardian?” Leon offered with a shrug. “It means that he barely remembers anything before, and on his bad days, he doesn’t recognise us at all. He might look small but he’s just as strong as ever.” Based on the way Leon rubbed his arm, he clearly knew just how strong Swannie was.

“Claimed by a mystic lake? I might be able to help keep him calm for a while, if you wanted,” Mikey offered. If he could make sure Swannie could still sense the lake, he might stay calm enough to not hurt anyone during this whole thing.

“Anything would be helpful, thank you Mikey.”

They walked together for a little while, following the pale coloured chain, until Mikey spotted Swannie. He was looking around frantically, his feathers all puffed up from how worked up he was getting. Okay, Mikey totally had this.

“Casey, wait here. Leon, you too. Let me see if I can calm him down.” As he spoke, Mikey let a wave of magic wash over him. When it cleared, he was in his own tutu (orange, of course) and had his pointe shoes on. Oh yeah, that was awesome, he totally nailed the dramatics there. It might have been a while since Mikey had done any serious dancing but luckily, his body remembered exactly what to do.

He called for Swannie’s attention by putting a spotlight on himself and on Swannie, one only they (and Casey and Leon) could see. Then he let some music start to drift around, again, done so it didn’t bother anyone who was want involved.

Swannie looked over immediately, but when he heard the music, he seemed to relax. Perfect. Mikey made his way over, travelling in time to the music and throwing in some of his own choreography, warming himself up slowly. He and Swannie met in the middle and for a moment, they danced together.

It was simple enough to weave in some magic to their dance. A nudge to the mystic hold on Swannie’s soul, finding the link back to the lake, a touch of mental magic in the form of white smoke gathering around them to make sure he could feel the lake and feel it was safe, and tada! One fully conscious and aware Swannatello.

“Mikey?” He asked slowly as Mikey let the illusions die down.

“Not quite. I’m a different Mikey, buuut your Leo is right over there.” Mikey gestured over his shoulder to where Casey and Leon were waiting.

“Leo!” Like a bullet out a gun, Swannie shot over to Leo and clung to him, getting an awed hug in return. Oh yeah, Mikey was good.

“Nice going, Mikey,” Casey said with a grin. She clapped Mikey on the shoulder. “Wanna stick around with these two for a bit?”

“Yeah, if they’ll have us,” Mikey said, watching the twins get quite emotional as they hugged. “I think they could use some familiarity here, and besides, I wanna dance more with Swannie.”

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heartbreakgrill · 2 years ago

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kol mikaelson; give me love.

“maybe i should let you go. no, i just wanna hold you.”

a/n: this is literally 11.2k words god help me

in the year that your life had been plagued by supernatural existence, you had never once thought you'd find yourself, here, curled in bed with a throbbing headache, and thirst for hunger as vile as this. you never thought you'd find yourself dead, with vampires blood circulating through your dwindling system.

you could feel it pulsating through your veins, feel it ripening your shriveling heart. it pumped so oddly; you kept pressing your fingers to various pressure points, wondering where your pulse was. it was mute; yet you could feel your heart circulating the mouthful of vampires blood tirelessly.

so that's how you were to live now, off of other peoples blood. being as stubbornly independent as you were, you couldn't say that you were too pleased.

it had all started with a promise: a promise from caroline, to actually take the weekend off from growing crow's feet due to supernatural stress and instead go to the mall. but, first, she told you, she had to take care of some conflict with elena, stefan, damon, and a mansion full of the worlds oldest vampires. elena and stefan had also promised klaus that damon would stop trying to kill his family.

but, when you were out for your morning walk through the mystic falls public park, you were snatched out of your shoes by one of the originals, who'd been called on by klaus to ensure the security of damon's promise.

however, instead of just pulling back, damon pushed. he showed up to the mikaelson's mansion with five white oak stakes- consequently burned in the fireplace after they chained him up, tortured him, and forced him to watch as kol turned you.

you remember the heat of his hands, gripping you against his chest, over your waist and at your throat. your left eye was bruised, cheekbone probably broken. blood was seeping from a cut on your lip, one you couldn't stop running your tongue over with stress. and your head was pounding.

then, you heard the sick crunch of teeth in flesh as kol opened his skin to you. he pressed his wrist between your lips and, unwillingly, you swallowed a few drops of his blood. kol held you tighter while his other arm was occupied. then, just as your injuries started to fade, as the pain began dissipating, kol pulled your head back by a clump of your hair. he spoke to damon, while staring darkly down at you.

"she'll be a pretty one," he wiped his thumb across your bottom lip, cleaning off his blood, only to slide his hands up around your neck.

your eyes widened, the fear in your stomach sending off the alarm systems through your body. time stopped as he squeezed your throat, and, holding visicous eye contact, he snapped your neck.

now, you were laying in your bed, having just awoken from death. you curled your legs up to your chest, squeezing them against you, as if you could find reality if you grounded yourself. as if this was all just a cruel dream.

though you knew that was impossible- every single one of your sensations was on fire. the cotton of your bedding against your arms felt incredibly soft, softer than you'd ever thought it was. you could hear caroline's breath, though she was sitting five feet away from you. you could hear the rumination of her hair against her neck, each and every time she turned her head. she was flipping through a magazine and, that, combined with bits of sunlight seeping into your room, was driving you crazy.

"care," you hissed as she turned another page.

caroline's eyes shot up to meet yours, and a sheepish expression caught her face. "sorry."

stefan, taking up the corner of your room with a frowned face, shifted. "are you ready to talk about it?"

this was the fifth time in the past hour that you'd been awakened from the dead that he'd asked you this very same question. you shrugged, pulling yourself up against the headboard.

"not really," you whispered, knowing if you spoke any louder, you'd burst into tears. you never really let yourself cry in front of your friends, but you didn't know if you could help it this time.

you glanced around the room, at the ordinary objects from your humanity. your picture frames, decorating the bookshelf and dresser, felt like poison in your eye sight. you didn't even know if vampires could be in pictures. so there went your hobby of ruthlessly insisting your friends take pictures every time you did anything together.

who needed a picture to remember anything, anyways, when your memory would never fade?

it was like a cruel trick on you.

you swiped at a tear, and sniffled to regain composure when you noticed your cat's play tower was empty. "where's crow?"

stefan stepped closer, and he took a seat on the edge of the mattress. "we took him to matt's house. he's going to take care of him until you're in control."

"and if i choose to die?" your voice croaked at the word, "will you guys take care of him, then?"

caroline jumped from her seat, pushing herself onto the mattress directly beside you. "of course we would."

you sighed, "i think i know my decision. but, i don't know if i'm ready for it to happen. i don't think- i can't stomach it."

stefan nodded sympathetically. "we have blood bags. elena's willing to let you feed, too. she feels awful about the situation."

you met his eyes, "does it taste- bad?"

caroline chuckled, and stefan looked to her to speak. "funnily enough, it tastes, like, really good. i mean, you won't be hungry for anything else, ever. so it tastes like survival and life."

stefan agreed with a hum, "we need it to survive. to live. it pumps our heart. so even though it will feel wrong for the first week or so, eventually it'll become normal. ordinary."

you took a deep, shaky breath. "can i have a straw?"

—

you plopped to the dirty ground of the forest, your knees sinking into the crust. you breathed heavily, though the usual burning of your lungs you'd feel after running for so long dissipated quicker than it came. you lay a hand to your chest, feeling the strength of your lungs. your heart beat sped up, too, enhanced by the strength that came from feeding.

you wanted both options you were given, one from stefan, the other from

damon. you wanted to feed off blood bags as little as possible. as a human, you'd had an addictive personality. you could only guess that would carry over, only enhanced, in death.

so you wanted to be as in control as possible. and you figured a split diet would help.

it had been two weeks since you turned. you felt stronger everyday. tomorrow, your cat would come home. you felt stable enough, especially since you'd been practicing holding him without baring teeth.

you mourned your old life everyday. but, having had no real attachments as a human, it was an easier transition. you and your mother were never close, so she accepted whatever excuses you had for never eating or sneaking out late. she didn't really care anyways.

but, a part of you felt something missing.

you couldn't tell what it was.

but, one week ago you'd had a dream about a familiar, murderous vamp.

you'd felt his touch in your sleep- his hands on your throat, around your waist. you woke up in a cold sweat, the skin where his touch had been on fire.

you kept it to yourself, knowing the response from the peanut gallery would be negative. they'd probably storm the mikaelson mansion, threaten kol to stop manipulating your dreams.

that had to be the only explanation- that he was manipulating your dreams. you thought he was attractive- but never, ever, in a million years would you let yourself dream about him.

stefan squatted beside you, offering a clean handkerchief. he pointed on his chin to where you had blood pooling. you smiled breathily, a short chuckle, and sheepishly wiped it away.

"you did good today," stefan complimented.

you nodded, "thanks. i still feel dead, but i feel a little stronger, more secure, every time."

"that's good," stefan encouraged. "each time you feed, as long as it's consistent, you'll feel that way."

you hesitated, afraid to voice your opinion in fear of sounding selfish. stefan tilted his head at you because he knew there were words on the tip of your tongue. you shut your mouth and shook your head, brushing off your sadness.

stefan set a hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently, supportively, "we'll get him. damon's finding more ash- and i want you to use the dagger."

a rush of adrenaline came over you. you shoved stefan's hand off your shoulder, "i don't want that, stefan. i don't want more death. can't we just leave each other alone? why does there always have to be revenge?"

stefan looked jolted by your defensive statement, faltering on his heels from your strength. you pushed up onto the balls of your feet, shouldering your backpack.

"look, do whatever you guys want, but leave me out of it," you raised your brows firmly. "i don't think anybody else needs to die."

stefan was more than shocked by this proclamation. he slowly stood, watched as you turned on your heel and sped away to your car. he could tell you were angered by any ideas of conflict. he knew as a human you had always been peaceful: you always went out of your way to make sure everyone and everything was okay. and you were always against any revenge plans. though you were never this vocal about it. maybe that’s what that outburst was- your want for peace.

but something felt off.

you slammed your car door shut, which made you flinch back in your seat. you pressed a hand to your chest, again, surprised by your strength, by the hammering of your heart. you took deep, whole breaths, feeling every part of your lungs expand and contract with every gasp and release. caroline had taught you this trick- ground yourself. anger made you hungrier, deadlier. and you weren't in the habit of killing anybody out of hanger. hopefully for forever.

why had you been so pissed?

you should be rooting for revenge against kol. you should be plotting maps and finding ash and storming his mansion.

but something within your gut denied any and all troubles.

you just couldn't get behind the idea.

something else caroline taught you was to focus on what made you feel good. in times like this, when anger took ahold and wouldn't let go, you needed to anchor yourself to what being alive was like. fake it till you make it.

so, you turned your radio up as loud as it would go, stepped on the gas, and drove. you let your mind shut off as you drove, twisting through back streets, laughing loudly as the car jumped over hills. for the first time in weeks, you felt normal. like an ordinary teenaged girl, putting your life at risk to feel the adrenaline of curving around bends and barely stopping at stop signs.

you didn't know you were going- but you had reached a dead end. the only way to go was back, or into the driveway before you. you recognized the stone-lined path, reaching far back into the tree line. you could see the windows of the house through tree branches.

how did you end up here?

the car inched towards the house, stopping just before the driveway curved into a circle around the water fountain. you stepped on the brakes, threw the gear shift into reverse, and slowly let your foot release. however, the car still inched forewords, the wheel turning towards right. you looked down at the gear shift and saw it in drive.

what the fuck was going on?

you threw it into park again, slamming so hard you whipped against the back of the seat. next thing you knew, your keys were in your hand, you were opening the door, stepping out of the car. you snapped out of whatever trance you were in. you glanced around, horrified.

"what in the world?!" you murmured to yourself. you turned back to the car and reached for the door handle.

"i was wondering how long it would take until you showed up, darling," a voice sounded directly beside your left shoulder.

you jumped against your car, fear sinking into your skin. kol towered over you, hands crossed delicately behind his back. his face held that familiar smirk, head tilted to the side with dark anticipation.

you shivered, crossing your arms around your stomach. "wha-what?"

kol stepped closer, forcing your chin further into the air as he hovered. "have you finally come to put a dagger in my chest? i'd have to waited until the sun went down, or brought myself one of those salvatore's. it's a little bold to come alone."

you shook your head, the wind blowing your hair in a mess around your face. you furiously brushed it behind your ears again, to no avail. "n-no. i didn't mean- i didn't mean to be here. i- i'm- i should go. i'm gonna go."

when you finished stuttering out your ill-thought-out response, you spun on your heel and stuck the key into the lock. you went to turn it to unlock it when you heard a gust of wind and felt his presence move beside you.

"aw, don't go. we were just starting to have fun," he sarcastically spoke.

you pulled the key out of the car, your hand dangling beside you. you didn't know what to say; but you wanted to stay now. you were intrigued by the dark look in his eyes, the scent of his smokey cologne.

"okay."

kol- usually locked in to his smirk and raised eyebrow duo- hesitated at your response. his face flickered with confusion, but he regained his stone cold composure and held out a hand.

"would you like to come in for a drink? i think i owe you that," he offered.

you shrugged, crossing your arms again. "sure."

you fell into step behind kol, following him into the mikaelson's mansion. you looked around warily as you stepped inside the house. kol took your purse from your shoulder- though you didn't remember how it got there- and hung it on the coat hook.

"is it going to be a real drink?" you grasped at a joke, feeling the tense, awkward air between you.

kol cracked that smirk, "well that depends. are you on the stefan diet? or are they feeding you well over there?"

you let yourself laugh, "both, actually."

kol guided you to the living room, where you sat on the couch. he moved to a bar cart, filling two crystal glasses with blood from a bag.

he tsked, "but that's boring. i thought id make another ripper out of you. well: have you at least drank from the neck? taken your first kill?"

you took the glass he offered you, replying as he sat, "no."

kol scoffed, "well, that won't do. every vampire kills at least ten people in their first week. it's been, what, three weeks, now?"

you took a sip from your glass, and you felt your fangs protrude from your teeth. you winced at the pain in your mouth and swallowed the blood. you touched the veins in your cheeks.

kol watched you as you gained control of your hunger. he looked concerned, though you didn't notice.

kol dipped his head down to catch your attention. "do you feel it? the hunger? you must know every time you drink from an animal or a bag that you're missing something? of course, we must do these things for security. but, we have to drink from the vein from time to time. the other options are just not enough to curb that."

you felt a hunger flood through your body. your fangs protruded again, the veins under your eyes rippling your skin. you quickly downed the rest of your drink, but the hunger didn't cease.

kol's arm had rested on the back of the couch, and he moved his thumb to touch the tilt of your chin. "let me take you out sometime. i'll show you how to really hunt. you have to be dangerous sometimes- it's just our nature."

an emotion rushed through your body- a warm feeling. you turned your head to meet his eyes, "i don't want to do that. i don't want to kill anybody."

kol flashed his dark eyes at you, "oh, but you will."

—

you refused to share your visit to kol with any of your friends. you knew stefan wouldn't approve of his urge to drink from the vein; caroline would be pissed you went inside the house; and damon would examine it for any ulterior movies. you especially weren't going to tell them that you'd be going hunting with kol in the future. you didn't really want to; but you had to go. something in you was pushing you to give in. to just do it.

but you feared they'd find out. either rebekah- whom kol told everything- would use your newfound companionship as a banter against your friends. or klaus would use it as a threat.

or you'd exploit your conversation by accidentally killing somebody. it was silly, but everyone knew it was true- you weren’t a killer, even as a vampire. it just simply wasn’t going to happen.

you kept resisting the urge- but throughout the school day you couldn't stop staring at people's necks. you wanted to pounce on someone in the hallway, wanted to sink your teeth into their skin and bleed them dry. you'd never felt this urge before- or at least stefan and caroline had helped you fight through it.

you wanted to confide in them, but something told you you weren't allowed to share the thought. so you fought it alone.

after school, you raced home, curled up under your covers, and shut out the world. you had to go to work later, and you wanted to call off, but you couldn't give up the normal parts of your life. you couldn't let the vampirism ruin your ordinary.

by the time it was time for work, you'd managed to curb your hunger. you arrived a few minutes before your shift started at the mystic grille, where you waited tables. you opened your locker, pulling from it your apron and notepad. you tied it securely around your waist.

the door to the break room swung open and your coworker, georgia, bid you hello. you smiled back at her. but as you turned to say hello back, you felt your teeth expand and the blood rush through your eyes. you went hot with hunger, and you slammed your upper body into your locker.

georgia flinched, "are you okay?"

you heard her take a step forward, so you held out your hand, "no! stay- stay away! go away from me!"

georgia, helpful by nature, stepped closer to you. she set a hand on your shoulder, "y/n, what's wrong?"

as soon as you felt her warm hand on your shoulder, you snapped. you slammed her up against the locker, baring your teeth at her. "i said stay away! i can't control it!"

georgia yelped in response, the fear in her eyes blowing up her pupils. "i'm sorry! i'm so sorry- please don't hurt me!"

you growled at her, eyes raking down her face to her exposed neck. of course she wore her hair in a ponytail today.

you wanted to turn away; you had learned all the necessary skills to gain control. but something in your body, in your mind- it screamed at you to feed. you pounced on her, sinking your teeth into her skin, and beginning to suck her dry.

when she went limp in your arms, when you felt no more blood flowing out of the punctured holes in her neck, that's when you snapped back to reality. you dropped her body, screaming at the sight of blood soaking her shirt, soaking your hands.

you turned to the side, wiping your hands on your apron, away from her body, and you caught your appearance in the mirror in your locker. you were sobbing, the tears streaking through the blood covering your mouth.

you grabbed your coat and purse and, without thinking any further, you sped out of the grille. of course, just when you stepped out the front door, you ran into caroline. she was walking with tyler, laughing at something he'd said. when she knocked into you, she steadied you by grabbing your forearms. then she noticed the blood- all of the blood.

caroline and tyler had an understanding, established with just the flicker of eye contact they made. caroline sped you two out of there, to the boarding house, within seconds. tyler went to, probably, clean up your mess.

as soon as she opened the door to the house, you pulled from her, and fell to your knees. you sobbed into your hands, though the blood left on them made the hunger creep back up again. caroline leaned down beside you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders.

"it's okay, y/n," she soothed, "shhhh, it's okay."

you wanted to give in to her comfort, but you pushed back, your force so strong that you ended up with your back against the wall.

"no!" you growled again. "no! i killed somebody, caroline! i killed her! oh, my god, i killed her!"

you slid down the wall, sobbing into your hands. stefan, damon, and elena entered the room, taking in the sad sight of you. you smelled the blood on your hands, and the hunger overtook you. through the tears crowding your face, you licked a single line down your forearm.

"i'm so hungry," you murmured, continuing to lick at the drying blood on your hands.

stefan took control of the situation as caroline came up short. she couldn't think straight, seeing you like you were.

he stooped down in front of you, laying a cautious hand into the air between you. "hey, y/n, hey- it's okay. hey, here, take my hand. cmon, let's go get something to eat."

you roared at him, causing him to flinch back, "i don't want another deer, stefan! i'm hungry!"

damon appeared beside him, holding a blood bag delicately between his hands. he offered it to you, a sad smile on his face. "i never much cared for the vegetarian lifestyle, either, y/n. there's nothing to be ashamed of."

you took the blood bag from him, only to throw it across the room. it splatted against the wall, sliding in cruel fingers down the wall. elena flinched at this, holding securely to her necklace.

you shot up from your spot, standing like a rock against your friends. "it's not enough! it's not enough, damon! i'm hungry!"

your tantrum lasted another hour, in which you nearly attacked elena, threw stefan into the billiard table, and stabbed damon with a broken leg from the coffee table.

caroline had snuck away in time to call bonnie, who arrived just in time to cause an aneurysm in your head. you fell to your knees in pain, which worsened as damon stuck a needle full of vervain into your leg. you passed out on the rug of the entryway, and woke up on the basement, locked away.

you curled up in the corner, leaning against the cool brick of the wall. your head was pounding, and your veins were cramping with hunger. you could smell stefan's cologne, bonnie's blood on the other side of the wall.

"what's going on?" you whimpered, brushing the dirty hair from your face.

bonnie's face appeared in the frame of the door. "y/n?"

you stood up shakily, slowly walking up to the door. everything hurt. probably the vervain. or the hunger.

you leaned against the door. bonnie smiled at you, though it was downcast, and her eyes were watery. "what's going on?"

she sighed, "we don't know. i've been looking through my grimoires for days. alarics doing research. we don't know."

"wait," you perked up at her word choice, "days?"

"yeah you keep going in and out of it," bonnie shrugged.

stefan appeared beside her, "we've tried to feed you a blood bag or blood from an animal, but you won't take it down. it doesn't even make your teeth come out. you keep saying it's not enough."

"so you lock me up?" you laughed shakily.

stefan nodded, setting his hands on his hips. "yeah. but, we're going to take you out now. we're gonna let you feed off of somebody. make sure you don't kill them. then, we're going to see klaus."

you furrowed your brows, "why?"

bonnie shrugged, "he's the oldest vampire ever. he might have some answers."

—

they held true to their promise. they let you feed off matt and, as you did, you began to bleed him dry. stefan and damon managed to hold you back- and you kept it down. you felt the hunger creep up your skin, but you managed to shove it down. you kept control. it wasn’t as bad.

with an apology to matt and a rag to clean your lips, you headed to the mikaelson mansion for the second time that week. you wondered if you should tell them about your interaction with kol, but you decided against it. they'd blow it out of proportion.

but, you couldn't stop thinking about how he told you that the blood bags and animals would never be enough; how you'd have to kill.

and how, ever since that moment, those words had been defined every action you’d taken that week.

klaus welcomed the three of you inside with a sardonic, "ah, back with more questions. i'll try not to remember this next time you shove a dagger in my heart."

stefan smiled sarcastically, as you three followed him into his painting room. klaus had been brushing paint across a canvas, and he went back to that as you three stood before him.

stefan, always the spokesperson, began, "she can't keep anything down. not the blood bags or the animals i've hunted. the only thing she drinks is blood when it's straight from the vein. it’s just started, though. she'd been extremely disciplined, and now she's turned murderous. she doesn't want to kill anybody, and that characteristic has been enhanced by her vampirism now. so, we don’t understand why it’s turned into this.”

klaus chuckled, "stefan, we vampires have to kill..."

you weren't listening. at first, you simply circled the room, admiring the paintings. then, as you rounded back to the open door of the room, you felt a tug in your chest, similar to the one from the other day, when you'd accidentally driven here.

you snuck out of the room, their voices fading behind you as you descended the staircase. you'd never been here before- but you knew where you were going. you walked past every door and only stopped outside the one at the end of the farthest hallway.

your hand reached for the doorknob, but you snapped out of your trance before you could turn it. the urge took over again, though, and you resigned to knocking.

"come in!" you heard that familiar tone, though it was much more casual than normal.

you did as he asked, stepping into the room as the door swung open. you were jarred by his state- instead of his usual jeans and jacket combo, kol was laying casually in his bed, pajama bottoms adorning his lower half, and a hoodie on his upper. his hair was messy, swinging in front of his forehead.

he had his arms crossed behind his head. you eyes raked across them, across the veins in his hands. you thought back to a few weeks ago, when he’d turned you. when he’d held you flush against his chest with those hands-

your heart skipped a beat as he looked from the television, to you. he had started to say, "beks-! i've just discovered a genre of movies called-"

he met your eyes, and stopped dead in his sentence. kol sat up out of bed, confusion lacing his features. he was too taken back to have anything witty to say, so he just said, "hello, darling."

you took a deep breath, your brows furrowing as it released from your lungs, "i killed somebody."

the part of kol was that murderous, the part that reveled in sucking humans dry of their blood, wanted to say he told you so. but he noticed the look on your face and he said, "well, are you okay, then? you don't look so well."

kol moved closer to you, concern lacing his features. you shook your head, "i'm really hungry."

there were tears in your eyes, yet you laughed. kol shared a smile, a genuine smile, at your statement.

he stood in front of you, now, and he arched a brow. "well, eat, darling."

you nodded, "okay...what?"

kol laughed, a delicate sound despite his dark composure, "well, a human, love."

you nodded, again, more enthusiastic this time. "i really don’t want to. but, you’re right. i don’t think i have a choice…yeah, i'm going to go do that."

you went to turn away from the room, but kol cleared his throat. you faced him again, "yes?"

"aren't you going to invite me?" that familiar smirk adorned his features.

you smiled sheepishly, "well, duh. do you wanna come?"

kol nodded with a viscious look in his eyes- hunger. he glanced down at his outfit and raised a finger, "don't move, darling. i've got to change."

you don't know why, but you listened. as he raced to his bathroom to change into different clothing, you didn't move a single muscle. when he came back to your spot, he made a face at you. "i didn't mean it literally. you can move."

you let out a held breath, relieved. "thanks."

kol's mind reeled at the interaction. you began to walk out of the room, ready to go hunt. but he stood there for a moment with hesitation. what was going on here?

his mind raced over the options- but he refused to admit the obvious answer. it wasn't possible.

though he couldn't completely remove the thought from his mind, kol shook it off a bit and followed you out of his room.

you descended the stairs with excited feet, kol following along behind you at a quick pace. just as you reached the bottom of the stairs, however, bonnie, stefan, and klaus walked out from the room.

stefan crossed his arms, eyes flickering between you and kol skeptically. bonnie glared at kol, and said, "what the hell?"

klaus lifted his chin triumphantly, like he was pleased at the irony of the situation. "well, little brother. what's this?"

kol glanced at you, signature smirk on his pink lips. "just going out for a hunting trip, brother."

klaus nodded, arching his brow at you, "it's not often that a vampire wants to go hunting with the person who killed them."

you shrugged, looking between your friends and klaus. "it's just a hunting trip. i'm hungry."

kol hummed in response, "you lot have been holding her back from her potential. blood bags and little bunnies aren't enough for us. she needs it from the vein."

stefan hesitated, taken aback by this statement. "not enough? i manage to survive on bunnies just fine."

kol sighed, "yes, but you're not reaching your full potential. i intend to make sure everyone i turn is strong, stefan. isn't that right, darling?"

you never took sides. you always managed to find peace between either party in a situation like this. bonnie and stefan looked at you expectantly, ready for whatever peace treaty you'd offer.

but you shocked them by saying, "right, kol."

"now, why don't you let me and my new friend to enjoy ourselves, okay? shall we?" kol held out an arm, waiting for you to lead the two of you away.

you smiled at bonnie and stefan, but there was no remorse in your eyes. you looked different, darker.

they watched you two leave the house. bonnie turned to stefan, worry swimming in her eyes, "stefan? what was that?"

he looked to klaus, whose own gaze looked curious. like he knew something nobody else did.

klaus opened his mouth, but craved the anticipation of the moment to linger. he licked his lips, sighed, and said, "you'll figure it out soon enough. in the mean time, she'll be safe with kol. he really isn't all that bad unless you give him a reason to be."

stefan and bonnie looked jarred as he walked away from them, whistling a happy tune.

what the fuck?

—

that night, you went bar-hopping with kol. at each one, he properly trained you on how to snatch, feed, and compel. by the end of the night, you felt better- much stronger that you did after drinking bunny blood.

as you downed shots, chasing it with human blood, you loosened up and let slip the dream you’d had about kol.

“so, are you in the habit of manipulating people’s dreams?” you laughed, looking towards him as you set down your empty shot glass.

he furrowed his brows, “what’s that, darling?”

“i had a dream about you the other day,” you shrugged, “obviously. i think that’s why i showed up to your house.”

kol’s mind reeled again- “that wasn’t me, darling.”

he ignored the idea again.

it couldn’t be.

he regained his smirk, leaning over you slightly. you really were pretty- gorgeous in the dim light of the bar. the light flickered off your pupils, shimmering in them.

“is this you admitting you’re attracted to me? that you dream about me?”

you blushed deeply. “n-no-“

“don’t worry,” kol leaned into you, lips brushing the tip of your ear, “i’m attracted to you, too.”

later, kol, who had driven, pulled up to your house, stopping on the side of the street. he rested his arm on the back of your seat, twisting to face you.

"well, today was fruitful. don't you feel better? isn't the hunger gone?" kol questioned.

you thought about it for a moment- the hunger that had been there for days now dissipated. you felt fuller. better, like he said.

"yeah, i-i do," you admitted. "can we do this again? soon?"

kol nodded contently, "i would like that very much. my siblings are boring. and none of them are as pretty as you, darling."

you blushed at his admittance, "well, tomorrow, then?"

kol hesitated to say yes. but something in his stomach twisted, something warm and soft and reminiscent of butterflies. he chewed on his bottom lip, eyes swimming with thought.

he met your gaze again, his brown eyes softened from their usual cloudy disposition. you blushed deeper at the way he peered at you.

"actually," kol spoke, "tomorrow...i'm going to take you out. hunting is only fun for so long. i'd rather go on a date."

your nose scrunched up in glee. "okay. that sounds good."

kol leaned across the space between you. he brushed the hair away from your face and placed a soft, sweet, lingering kiss to the apple of your cheek.

—

the next day, caroline called you at 2pm. you answered with a peppy beat in your voice, "hey, care!"

she scoffed down the line, "don't hey care me, missy! what the hell do you think you're doing?"

you furrowed your brows, "what do you mean?"

caroline laughed bitterly, "get your ass over to the boarding house right now so you can explain to me and everybody else why you're running around with kol mikaelson like some little blood skank."

you giggled at her choice of words, "o...kay. i don't really understand why we're all so upset about this- but i'll be there."

you made it over to their house within minutes, so high on your strength that you ran the whole way there. when you entered the living room, everyone was standing around, for you. jeremy, bonnie, matt, alaric, elena, stefan, damon. and caroline-

she grabbed you by the forearm, tugging you down into the conversation pit and pushing you into the couch. she hovered over top of you, hands on her hips and a grimace on her face.

"explain- now!" she demanded.

you stuttered over you words, licking your lips nervously. "i don't know what i have to explain. i haven't gone on a ripper rampage. and yesterday was an accident. so why am i being put on trial here?"

damon crossed his arms over his chest, "maybe because you're running around with the worlds deadliest vampire like he’s a frat boy and it's spring break in florida."

you felt defensive, and snapped back, "oh, cause you're so innocent, damon. remind me again, what's your body count? oh, sorry i meant kills- not fucks. though i'm sure they're both up there."

alaric chuckled at this, and everyone glanced at him with annoyance. he shut his mouth, and scrunched his face in apology.

"you have to be careful around him. we don't know if had any ulterior motives, y/n. he could turn around and kill you at any moment," stefan explained to you like you were a child.

you crossed your arms, "oh, my god, you barely know him! you guys always just assume the worst out of people. ever think that every single time he's hurt someone has been because he's been threatened? he's in the same position as any of us. he's just the anti-hero, so you won't let it go."

caroline leaned forward and literally flicked you. "stupid! you're stupid! you were so smart as a human!"

"yeah, well i'm dead, caroline! and for some reason i can't drink blood bags or stupid little rats off the forest floor. at least, instead of dallying around, looking for answers, kol is helping me!"

you shoved caroline out of the way, standing from the couch, and storming towards the door.

"where are you going?" bonnie shouted after you.

you turned towards the group with a defiant smirk on your face, "i have a date."

—

kol picked you up from your house at exactly 7pm. he stood at your front door with a small bouquet of flowers, and since your mother wasn't home to invite him inside, he waited while you put them in a vase.

while you were inside, your cat, crow, slinked through the open door of the house. he peered up at kol coyly, purring lowly. kol heard the animal and looked down to it. a genuine smile reached across his face, and he leaned down to pick the creature up in his arms.

“well, hello, there, darling,” kol soothed. he ran his fingers through the cat’s fur, enjoying its presence while you were gone.

you appeared in the doorway, and a cheeky smile adorned your features. “that is so cute.”

kol blushed- he actually blushed- and let the animal jump from his arms. crow brushed up against your legs before escaping inside.

“what’s his name?” kol inquired as you shut the door behind you.

you fell in step towards the car as you answered, “crow. i got him when i was a baby. he’s nearly 17 now.”

“so you’ve had him too ur entire life?” kol remarked.

you paused, sad, “had him. had him my entire life, yes.”

kol stopped in his tracks, and turned to you. “i’m sorry- sorry. i’m sorry for turning you.”

you shrugged lightly, smiling sadly at him, “sometimes, when we’re in tough positions, it feels like there’s only one decision we can make for ourselves. it’s only after that we realize we could’ve chose a different path. it’s a mistake- it was a mistake. what you did. but i forgive you.”

kol was stunned by how eloquently you spoke. he smiled, “you- don’t you miss it?”

you peered at him, tilted your head. “being human?” he nodded. “no. i can’t say that i do. i don’t like feeding off of people. but i don’t miss it. i don’t know why. being a vampire is miserable sometimes. but i guess if i spend every day for the rest of eternity, wishing things were different, i’d never find peace.”

kol hugged you right then and there. he quickly threw his arms around you, squeezing you tight against his chest. you giggled, slightly, but hugged him back. though his lips were tangled in your shoulder, in your hair, you heard him whisper, “thank you.”

—

at the mystic grille, one of your coworkers seated you towards the back, per your request. no one knew georgia was dead yet. tyler had compelled her mom and dad to think she went on a trip, and that's what the story was for now. another death, another memorial, was too much for the town right now.

you had told kol about death last night, had even cried, but he reminded you that it was necessary. that you would have all of eternity to live in memory of her. and you carried that with you.

the entire night went beautifully. kol was a perfect gentleman the entire time. he never interrupted, and he listened intently as you rambled. though you don't get much food, he still paid for what you did order.

at one point, your phone screen lit up with a text from caroline, ‘where’d you go to eat? the serial killer cafe where they serve human hearts on a gold platter?’

kol didn’t see that, luckily, but he did see the beautifully taken photo of you, caroline, bonnie, and elena on your home screen.

he remarked, “that’s a wonderful photo. you look gorgeous.”

you blushed again. “thank you. it’s one of my favorites. taking pictures is a hobby of mine.”

kol sat up in his seat and demanded you show him more. you let him scroll through the album on your phone. he noticed you took a picture of something almost every single day- but that that had stopped since you’d transitioned.

“why don’t you take them anymore? didn’t caroline tell you to hold onto things like that?” kol questioned, handing you back your phone.

you toyed with it, sighing, “yeah. i’ve wanted to. i just- i don’t know.”

kol took your hand, “that’s a way to find peace. by keeping ahold of yourself. not letting her get lost in the transition. you’re still you.”

you smiled up at him, hesitated, before holding up your phone. you opened the camera app and put him into frame. turns out vampires do show up on camera- and he looked good.

“say cheese,” you giggled as kol’s face went slack with confusion.

“what does that mean?” he asked you.

you lowered the camera for a moment, “it means to smile! when you say it, you teeth pull back. so you’re smiling!”

kol laughed, “darling, that is a ridiculous expression. besides, i don’t want a photo if you’re not in it.”

he slid into the booth beside you, tossed his arm around your shoulders, and grinned as you pointed the camera towards you. you took three- one where you were smiling, a backup one in case the other didn’t turn out, where he didn’t know you were taking it- he was just looking at you with this romantic expression- and another where he kissed your cheek.

it all felt very wonderful. you didn't care if he had killed a hundred people in this century. you didn't care that he killed you, that he threatened your friends and poised a danger to himself and others.

you cared that the light hit his dark eyes in an inspiring manner each time he tilted his head. you cared that he thought you were interesting, that he listened. you cared that he loved the color green, forest green, like pine trees and his car. you cared that his favorite place to travel to was ireland, though he hadn't been in a hundred years. that he wanted to go back.

you wanted to go with him.

he pulled up outside of your house, and as you reached for the door handle, he sped out of the car and opened it for you.

"you don't have to do that. it's not 1910 anymore," you laughed, taking his offered hand and standing.

"yes, i do, darling," he disagreed with a sweet smile. "beauty like that deserves a gentlemanly touch."

you sheepishly smiled at him, "whatever you say, kol."

he offered his arm again, and you closed your hand around the crook of his elbow. he led you to the front door, continuing whatever conversation you'd been having in the car. as you stepped onto the porch, you slowly let go of his arm, and turned to face him.

"thank you for the last few days," you confessed, a deep breath sliding through your teeth. "tonight was the first night in a while where i felt- i don't know- ordinary. everyone keeps treating me like i'm delicate, like i'm small. thanks for treating me like an equal."

kol stepped closer, tilting his head with a smile. "you're strong, darling. they just don't know it yet. you'll prove them wrong."

"yes, i will," you admitted.

kol's mind flashed like it had the other day. you were so eloquent- your personality was sweet and kind. he was intrigued by everything you said. you were very individualistic.

but, you agreed with every single thing he said.

earlier, he'd told you that he absolutely hated olives. and you automatically acted disgusted. he pointed out that they were in your half-eaten salad, and you laughed. "i guess i hadn't noticed."

for the next ten minutes of conversation, you'd picked every single olive out of your salad.

but the way you were looking up at him now erased any doubt. you were probably just a people pleaser.

this, whatever was growing between you, was too real to be what he thought it was.

you stepped closer to kol, bringing his mind back down to earth. he met your eyes and saw a certain hunger sparked within them. kol reached out his arms, letting his hands slide into a resting spot at your hip, and around your back.

your hands hit his chest, and they slowly snaked up to his neck. kol's eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips, plump with desire.

you leaned in further and let your eyes fall shut. kol hesitated, staring at your restful face, heated with peaceful anticipation.

he ignored the sinking feeling and let his own gaze fall shut. he shoved his lips against your own, a passionate, feverish kiss that pushed your back up against the side of your house. you were breathless by the time he pulled back, and you wanted more. as you leaned into him, kol pressed your back into the wall further.

"not yet, darling. patience," he puzzled his lips against yours gently, eyes boring into your own. then, he tore apart from you completely.

you felt warm- hungry for more of his touch. you wanted to kiss him again. but he was right; you should wait. so you let your arms hug your body, like you we’re holding yourself back, and you took a deep breath.

"okay," you agreed with a short nod.

kol stopped at the top of the steps, watching as you opened your front door. you leaned against the frame, and he said, "have a good night, darling. don't think about me too much."

your mind blanked, and you cleared it of any image or thought of him. "okay."

kol watched you turn away, watched the door shut firmly behind you. he hesitated on the first step. he couldn't stop thinking about the way your face looked- about how serious you were in your response.

—

a month later, and you were all in.

you texted kol all day, everyday- through class, at home, when you were with caroline, bonnie, and elena. you'd gone hunting at least once a week. you'd been on exactly three dates. he'd kissed you four times.

you were all in.

kol stopped doubting your reactions as he fell deeper into it with you. he convinced himself, as anyone would, that was too real.

and he was right.

you were at work, having just delivered food to a table, when you ran into klaus. he was sitting down in a booth in your section when you made eye contact.

you rolled your eyes and walked up to him. "drink?"

klaus crossed his arms, "now, is that anyway to greet a customer?"

you sighed, wanting to groan and punch the table. "that's the way to greet a customer who's tried to kill your friends a million times over."

klaus looked pleased at the way he angered you. he pushed on, "yet you're so smitten with kol."

you placed your palm down on the table, leaning your weight into it. you popped a hip, settled your other hand onto it. "excuse me? did you actually came to eat or did caroline send you to berate me?"

"oh, love, i'm here on my own free will. just wanted to ask you a couple questions," klaus tilted his head towards the other side of the booth, urging you to sit.

you refused, "so; ask me."

klaus shifted in his seat, peering down at you, "do you do everything kol tells you to?"

a robotic response slipped from your tongue, one you hadn't even thought or wanted to say. "whatever he wants."

you bit your bottom lip, embarrassed by your response. klaus smirked at the answer, "interesting. is that why you can't drink from blood bags? from animals?"

"kol said..." you hesitated, "kol said they're not enough. he said i have to kill or hunt. he said i won't be strong enough unles i do."

klaus stood from the booth, swinging his jacket over his arm. he patted your arm darkly, "that's all i needed. thank you, dear."

you turned on your heel, watching as he walked away. you shook your head and urged the weird situation to roll off your shoulders.

but it was bugging you. every time you wanted to do something, and kol said otherwise, or every time he said anything at all, your actions would only reflect his choices. sometimes you felt like you had no control over yourself.

you chalked it up to being a vampire- maybe that’s what it was when you were in love with someone.

caroline waited around the corner that klaus rounded. stefan stood beside her, leant up against the wall with crossed arms. his features fell flat, dark. caroline looked stressed. klaus stopped in front of them, shrugging. "there you have it."

caroline locked her jaw shut, eyes narrowing, "she's sired."

stefan straightened, "how do we break it?"

klaus shook his head, "you can't. there's no spell or magic ring she can wear."

stefan looked at the floor and thought his way through the situation. "well, that's not technically true, is it, klaus? you chose not to release your sire on your werewolves. but you could have. you could have told them not to be sired. it's as simple as that."

caroline perked up at the idea, "a loophole."

klaus chuckled darkly, "good luck convincing my brother to do that. she's falling for him- that's the first girl in the history of the world to look past his darkness. he won't let that go."

caroline looked frustrated now, and she stomped her foot. "talk to him, then! convince him for us. make him see how wrong this is!"

"you've tried to kill me more times than i can count. why should i?" klaus peered at them.

caroline exhausted all her options, "i'll go on a date with you."

he agreed, but he warned as an afterthought, "the sire bond rules your actions. not your feelings. remember that."

—

kol sat at the grand piano in the living room, fingers daintily trailing across the keys. he glanced back and forth at the sheet music propped up before him, practicing.

he had just been texting you. you wanted to hang out- but you had homework to do. you told him you’d skip the assignment, rush it later and turn in a shitty draft or whatever essay you had to write. he told you that you shouldn’t put him before school, that you should focus and get that stuff done.

so you responded that you’d be shutting your phone off until it was done. that you wouldn’t be in contact.

and it clicked for him.

klaus slowly walked into the room, arms crossed over his buff chest. kol's fingers came to a stop as he heard his brothers foot steps.

"what?" he breathed out, refusing to turn to face his brother.

"we need to talk," klaus stated firmly.

kol knew why. he knew everyone would figure out eventually. he didn't want to admit it to himself. it was hard- letting someone in. but he'd done it, only to find out everything was fake.

he felt the hole in his chest growing, felt the darkness swallowing him up. love was lost in him. after spending eternity utterly alone, his hopes were being given up.

and this would be the end of the line. because the universe was proving, time and time again, that he didn’t deserve it.

he wouldn't be able to recover after having to let you go.

so he would play dumb for now and revel in what bits of you he got to have.

klaus slid onto the bench beside him, his heart tugging for his brother. as much as he hated his family, he still cared for them. he hurt for them.

especially kol.

"i spoke to y/n today."

kol flinched at your name. he pressed the c key. "oh?"

klaus stared down at the piano keys, shoulders slouched. "kol...brother, she's sired. to you."

in one flash, kol hooked his fingers on the underneath of the piano, and flipped it across the room. it shattered against the wall, breaking the large picture window. pieces of wood flew out of the house, and glass and various other piano parts splattered across the floor. kol stood there, chest heaving up and down, and face hot with anger.

klaus didn't even flinch.

kol wiped at the spittle on his chin. he glared at the broken piano, at the sheet music on the floor.

yesterday, when he'd called you on the phone to tell you goodnight, he'd let it slip that he used to play piano. you had gasped, and said that it was amazing. that he needed to play something for you sometime. he had began practicing the second he got off the phone with you.

he was going to learn a song for you.

kol closed his fists, fighting the urge to hit something or throw something else. he growled, the veins protruding under his eyes, his fangs prominent.

he turned to face klaus, but held his head proudly. "i have to go."

klaus stood up, and reached for his brothers shoulder. kol skirted from his touch with another growl. klaus breathed out, "kol, you have to let-"

kol yelled in response. no words formed through his temper; he just yelled.

"let her go," klaus finished.

kol stormed out of the room, nearly breaking the front door to the house as he left.

klaus stood there, defeatedly, mourning for his brother.

—

you were with caroline, sprawled out on the couch in your living room, watching your favorite romantic comedy. she'd made cookies for your self-proclaimed girls night, and you shoveled microwave popcorn in your face.

caroline was talking boys, as always. she was complaining about tyler and his weird wolfy situationships, and about klaus and his charming- manipulative- romantic advances. you listened blankly, watching the television from the corner of your vision.

caroline threw a popcorn kernel at your face, "hello! are you even listening to me?"

you perked up, meeting her gaze. "what-? oh, yes. i am listening. tyler is annoying and klaus is hot, but also annoying."

caroline laughed, but frowned at you, "i'm not allowed to agree with that."

"but you dooooo," you winked at her. "just break up with tyler. go be with klaus. he's hot, fun, dangerous."

"i didn't know you were suddenly into bad guys," she nibbled on the cookie in her hands, glancing between you and the tv. her eyes went blank as she went off on one of her tangents, "i mean, i know you being into kol isn't completely, exactly in your control. like, you're weirdly into him, but consciously you're not all there to question yourself like i know you would. it's still weird, obviously. youve just always been against bad boys. and, now- i don’t know- but what's with this klaus is hot thing? where'd that come from-"

"what?" you swallowed the popcorn in your mouth. your brows furrowed, confusion washing your features down.

caroline paused, and her eyes went wide. she tried to cover up her slip, "klaus. i mean why do you think he's hot? and why do you think i should go for him? he's killed tons of people-"

"what?" you sat up, the popcorn bowl spilling from your lap and into the floor.

caroline wouldn't meet your stare. she shoved the rest of the cookie into her mouth so it was occupied.

"caroline, what do you mean it's not in my control? what does that mean?" you felt defensive, like you always felt anymore whenever someone would say something against kol.

caroline swallowed thickly, "n-nothing. i didn't say that, actually. i said-"

"caroline!"

her head flipped towards you, blonde curls sprawling across her back. "okay...don't freak out. but you're sorta, kinda, maybe...sired to kol."

your jaw went slack, and you looked at her blankly. so many emotions rushed through your body- confusion being at the top of the list that you could decipher.

but it made sense. you loved olives. you never wanted to kill your coworker. you hated feeding off of human beings. you didn’t want to be okay about seeing kol.

you felt betrayed by your own body.

betrayed by him. had he known all this time? had he carefully calculated your actions in order to manipulate your feelings? was he just using you?

if that there were the case, why had he been so kind? was that his tactic?

so that was the reason why you couldn't drink blood- why you were unable to do anything but hunt down the locals.

you felt tears well up in your eyes. "what does that mean, care?" you didn’t know enough to truly understand.

"well? anytime he says anything, you automatically agree with him. you do anything he says," she spoke slowly, a strange rhythm to her usually frantic word choice. "but it doesn't affect your feelings whatsoever."

"are you sure?" you questioned, hopeful. "what if he was manipulating me into feeling this way? you're right- when i was a human, i would've never done this."

"i mean...i guess that's possible,"

she paused. she reached for your hand, squeezing gently. "but did he ever say anything to insinuate that?"

you didn't want to admit it to yourself now that you knew the truth.

but you were falling in love with him. and he hadn't told you to do that.

you were confused, speechless, because it was a terrible situation. if you admitted how you felt, he would think the entire thing was manipulated. that you were lying. but if he didn't know you were sired, and you told him, he'd eventually find out, and still think your feelings were fake.

was there a way out of this?

because as your feelings sorted, you’d hoped you’d be able to come out of this with him.

"caroline, i..." your voice broke. "i think i love him. i know it's wrong- and he's a monster. but i can't help it. the first day i went over there, i didn't know why. i just felt drawn to him, like i was supposed to be there. and every time he'd tell me to do something- every time my actions were affected by the sire, it felt like an obligation. i knew something was off. but every time i think about my feelings for him, every time i'm with him, and every time i look at him- i feel like i'm making the conscious choice to love him. like i wake up everyday and choose to want to be with him. and it's not a chore. it's real."

caroline's features softened. for the first time that you spoke of him, she was willing to listen. she was sympathetic. "i think you need to go to him."

you hesitated, but stood from the couch. "really?"

caroline's eyes were watery, but she smiled with a relieved-sounding laugh. "yeah. i think you do. i think you need to go to him and tell him how you feel. tell him the sire bond means nothing to you. just- tell

him what you told me."

caroline stood and you threw yourself into her arms. she squeezed you tightly, and watched as you left. just as your front door shut behind you, kol appeared on the porch before you.

you felt a relief, like him being there would solve all of your problems.

you swiped at your eyes, willing the tears to go away. "oh," you laughed slightly, "speak of the devil."

kol's eyes were dark, void of any of the light you'd grown accustomed to. he stood rock-hard, a solid force of nature, against you.

"we need to talk," he sneered. his jaw was locked shut, teeth pressed together angril.

concern laced your tone, and you reached out to him, "wait, what's wrong? what happened?"

kol breathed heavily, deeply, "stay back."

your body went slack, and you did as he said. "kol? what's going on?"

his eyes softened slightly at the distress in your voice, at the state of the situation between you. "you're sired to me, darling."

you were grateful for that nickname- that it was there at the end of such a cruel sentence. it was a comfort, an eye in a storm. it was his humanity shining through, no matter how hardened and devoid he thought he was.

you nodded, "i know. caroline just told me. but- it's okay. it doesn't affect my feelings. it doesn't matter. i lov-"

kol interrupted you fiercely, "no. it does matter. you never would've gone to dinner with me if you weren't sired. you never would've shown up to my house if you weren't sired. bloody hell- you would've killed me. you would've stuck a dagger in my chest if you weren't sired to me. your witch would've locked me in that cave for the rest of time. it matters, y/n."

you hated hearding your name. it was harsh and sad in this state. your chest ached with disagreement, but the sire bond forced you to side with him. you didn't want to- you tried to fight against it. but you didn't know if it was possible, or if you were even strong enough to fight it off.

"kol- no-!" you tried to interrupt.

"stop talking, darling," he looked defeated as he said it, knowing what it meant.

you watched tears spill out of his eyes, carving their way down his cheeks. it burned in your chest. you fought against the supernatural, trying to break from the bond just to hold him. to comfort him. to tell him you loved him.

kol licked his bottom lip, trying to regain composure. "darling- i have to- you are no longer bonded to me. you don't have to do anything i say. you will act on your own accord- you will feel on your own-"

as you fought against the bond, a 'no!' slipped from your lips.

kol hesitated, a spark of hoping lit like a match between you. he snuffed it out- "when i leave, do not come after me. i let you go- i'm letting you go."

you sobbed into the night air, chest aching in response to his words. couldn't he see? couldn't he see past the darkness? you cared! your feelings weren't affected!

you felt a physical and spiritual weight as you pushed against the bond. it shifted slightly- for a second, you stopped caring. for a second, you almost turned around and went inside. because he had released you. and he turned to leave.

but, you snapped out of the bond completely, choosing to keep fighting it off. for him.

“no!" you yelled, moving from your spot. you stumbled forward, but caught yourself on the balls of your feet. kol peered over his shoulder, but paid no mind. he simply thought you were released and we’re going to go inside any moment now.

he took a step down, onto the first ledge of the stairs.

"no, kol," you spoke, louder this time. "stay. please- stay. please don't leave!"

kol slowly turned back to face you. his face relaxed, shock displaying across his features.

"stay, kol," you sobbed, "i love you."

kol stepped back up onto the porch, his brows furrowing. "wha-what?"

"the sire bond doesn't affect my feelings. it didn't- the entire time. maybe i never would've come to you if it hadn't brought me to you- but i made the conscious decision to fall in love with you. i chose that! not you, not the universe just me."

"i can't-" he stuttered, "i can't believe you. it doesn't make any sense."

"but it does," you stepped closer to him, "how can it not? even more so now- you've released me from the sire bond and i'm standing here in front of you telling you i love you! that's my choice. it's my decision."

kol took a slow step forward. he reached his hands out, but dropped them back at his sides. "ho-how do you know?"

"kol," you laughed sardonically, "please believe me, kol. compel me, cast a spell! something. please! just please know that i am telling the truth. i love you."

kol almost did- he almost compelled you. but as you moved closer to each other, he saw something in your eyes. it's usual brightness, it's light, extraordinarily warm though you were dead.

he wanted to run away from the truth because he was afraid. he'd never let someone in before. he was frightened you would leave when things got bad.

and he even took a step backwards.

but, then he made the conscious decision to try- to love you.

he stepped forward and at that movement, you did, too.

you jumped into his embrace, gripping at the front of his shirt. he pressed his lips into yours fiercely, holding you flush against his chest. he kissed you so harshly, you bent backwards to support his weight. you exchanged a giggle, but pushed back to steady your bodies.

he pulled away, breathless, to say, "i love you, too. i love you so much, darling. i love you."

and he did.

he loved you.

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