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Checkmate

This isn't what you had expected to happen.

"Mmm, who would've thunk I'd be able to wake up besides you. Every morning." Rook smiled.

Pulling himself flush against you, he buried his face against your bare shoulder. You let out a soft sigh as he pressed a soft kiss to your sensitive skin.

"Goodmorning, love." You murmured.

"Hehehe, and to hear your sweet voice. Magnifique doesn't even begin to describe it."

He took a hold of your chin with a large, warm hand. A hand that you had learned could do so much. That you had gotten so used to, in fact, that you couldn't even remember the last time it made you flinch.

You pressed a hand over his as you felt his soft lips press against yours. "Goodmorning to you too, my love."

His smile reached his sparkling, green eyes as he gazed at you. He really couldn't have been more happy it seemed.

"Daddy!"

"You said we'd hunt today!"

"Wake up!"

Rook chuckled as your daughters' voices rang from downstairs.

"Oui! I'll be down in a minute, mon oisillons!"

"Hurry!"

"They have your persistence, mon trickster." Rook said returning his attention to you.

"And your tendency to wake up early. Go, best not keep them waiting."

He hummed and leaned his head against your chest, reveling at the sound of your heartbeat that he'd, long ago, memorized the pattern to.

"Patience is vital for all hunters. Teaching them that now will do them some good." He ran his hand slowly down your side to rub against your swollen belly. "How's the little one doing?"

"Fine." You said, absentmindedly running your fingers through his blond locks. "Claude was more fussy than this one. Than all of them really."

"How interesting. Perhaps this one will be more calm once they're born. I wonder which of us the next ones will take after."

You stayed silent, eyes fixed upon the ceiling.

"Try to relax today, my love. We'll be back home before you know it."

"I know."

"... is everything alright, Y/N?"

You closed your eyes and gave a trained smile towards him. "Why wouldn't it be?"

Trying to maintain the peace, for you and your children's sake.

Rook mirrored your expression and pulled you in for a kiss.

It didn't take long for you to reciprocate, slinking your arms around his neck and tilting your head to kiss him deeper.

Soon after, needing to pull away, he rested his forehead against yours and rubbed his thumb against your cheek.

Then, in a soft voice, barely above a whisper, you heard his familiar praise, "Je t'adore, ma chérie."

Such an endearing phrase. Spoken in a language wholly romantic. It was heart fluttering.

That's what you always tried to convince yourself.

All you could ever do in response was smile back just as fondly.

"Dad!"

The door slammed against the wooden wall of the cabin as your daughters, Paige, Elise, and Belle, barged in.

Paige stomped over to your bed, blond hair bouncing with each step, and clambered on top of Rook. The other two peeked their heads into the room, clinging to either side of the doorframe.

The man laughed, flipping onto his back to face Paige. His head rested against your chest as his large hands grasped Paige's waist and he lifted her up into the air, effectively turning her frown upside down.

"Goodmorning, chou! I was just about to get up."

"Hehe." Paige tried to stifle her giggles so she could be mad at Rook once more, her green eyes narrowing. "Ahem, I mean, no you weren't."

"Of course I was! Wasn't I, Y/N?"

You nodded and stretched your hand out to the girls at the door, beckoning them to get closer.

They gave each other a glance with their green eyes before bounding to your side. They kissed the back of your hand 'Goodmorning,' a gesture they had seen Rook do to you thousands of times and had decided to mimic.

"Then why aren't you even dressed yet?"

"Oops! I'm afraid you caught me. Well, now why don't you and your sisters go wait for me downstairs again so I can really get ready for our hunt?"

With a newfound eagerness, Paige nodded then scrambled off the bed, running to the door. She staggered a bit before turning back to kiss you and her father goodmorning.

Rook chuckled as she left and lifted up the remaining two of the triplets onto the bed.

You hugged the blanket close to your bare body as it fell onto Rook's lap.

He ruffled the hair of Elise and Belle simultaneously as he greeted them for the day too.

"Are you two sure you want to come along?" He asked.

Elise shook her head and threw her arms tightly around Rook's waist. "No, but I want to stay with you Daddy."

"I want to stay home." Belle chimed, placing both her hands over her father's atop her head. "Claude said he'd teach me how to chop the firewood."

"How to chop it? Merveilleux! Your brother is an expert with a blade, I'm glad to see he's willing to show you the ropes. Perhaps one day you will be able to teach him a new trick, yes?"

Belle smiled and nodded her head eagerly.

"Well then, you can go play downstairs until he arises from his deep slumber. And like a wilde bobcat on the cusp of its attack, be silent so you don't wake your baby brother."

The girl nodded and headed towards the door, pausing at the doorframe. "Dad? Can we teach the baby to cut wood too?"

You cast a glance towards Rook from the corner of your eye and even though it was brief, he caught it.

"I'm afraid he's a little to young for that."

"Aw, but we can help him hold it."

"Non non, we mustn't be so eager to see him grow up, mon lapin. Just be patient."

Belle sighed and muttered a dejected, "Okay, dad," before slumping out downstairs.

Rook turned his attention back to Elise. "As for you, mon poussin, you're more than welcome to tag along with me and your sister even if you don't wish to partake in the chase."

"Really?"

"Oui!"

Elise squealed and hugged him tighter. "Thank you, Dad! You're the best!"

"Merci! Run along now, I need to get ready."

"Yes, Dad. See you later, Mom." She made sure to give you a hug before disappearing downstairs like everyone else.

Rook stood up and began to reach for his clothes in the drawers. You kept your eyes trained on him as he moved.

He moved in such a way you could never conprehend what he was going to do next. That had long since ceased to frighten you.

Of course, he didn't miss you stare. Even though he wasn't looking at you.

"What's troubling you, my love?" He inquired a second time.

"Nothing." You smiled.

You threw your legs over the side of the bed and leaned forward to get up.

Only to immediately get gently pushed back onto the bed by Rook's hands. You hadn't heard him move at all, yet he knew exactly what you were planning on doing the moment heard first heard the blanket rustle.

"Lay down, love. Everything you need will be taken care of, our Claude is a capable young man after all. All thanks to you."

"Our son shouldn't need to be doing my chores on top of his own. Besides, I need to put clothes on.

Rook raised your knuckles to his lips and kissed them softly. "Having you pampered and taken care of has always been ideal. Even more so now for your sake and our baby's. Don't you agree."

You simply kept your eyes locked with his.

"Let me dress you from here," He smiled grew squinty as he drawled on. "It's such a delight to cover you again after stripping you bare like a skinned deer being prepped for curing."

Gaze shifting downwards, you nodded along.

"Give me one moment then." He pressed a feather light kiss to the top of your head before returning to the drawer and dressing himself.

Your eyes scanned over his pale skin, frowning as you saw the red and scared scratches littering his back.

There were wounds from close calls from protecting your children while out hunting.

And wounds from you, from the times he'd held his lofty frame above yours, sweating and panting as he made himself as close to you as he could so you were almost one, smiling as he professed his love for you and demonstrated it passionately.

As you held your head back, eyes closed as you felt tears fall, clawing at him in desperation. It was the only time you could try and hurt him, to hope he'd understand the underlying message and feel a grain of the pain he'd been causing you from the moment he'd first started following you.

But, of course, he never took it that way.

Simply, smiling wider as you tore at his skin, praising you for loving him so.

For why would you try to hurt the one person you had in life?

Now clothed, Rook knelt in front of you, analytic eyes, that had never ceased their days of stalking you from afar, admiring your body.

He took his time dressing you, hands unwilling to leave your skin for even a moment. With each layer he put on you, he kissed you tenderly as his eyes locked with yours.

"There isn't a thing I could say to tell you how lovely you look, my darling." Rook sat between your thighs, a hand pressed against your belly.

His smile grew softer as he felt the familiar kick from the baby inside you.

"You truly are amazing, ma chérie."

You smiled and dragged a finger under his chin, tilting his head up to you.

"Thank you for your sweet words, love. What would I do without you?"

Be able to smile truthfully, be free as a bird as you were before.

"You're too kind," Rook stood and cupped your cheeks to give you another kiss. "We'll be back safe by supper time, I promise."

"I know."

"I'm going to miss you so dearly, mon trickster." He said hugging you tightly. "I wish I could take you along, but alas, this is the safest option. Do take a rest, Claude knows how to handle everything in this house so just ask him for help. And if something comes along to try and hurt any of you, I made sure to teach him how to handle all things thoroughly."

"I know."

Rook knelt down on one knee, gaze fixed on yours as he took hold if your hand. "I'll be back before you know it, my lady."

He kissed the back of your palm before rubbing his cheek against your hand.

"Stay safe, my love."

"Of course!" He then pressed a kiss to your belly. "Your father will be back soon, little loir."

You followed him downstairs to see him and your daughters off for the day.

They smiled, bouncing around happily as they slung their handcrafted bows and quivers over their small backs, satchel of food and water hanging by their sides.

With their gear and blond hair, smiles of pure excitement, and green eyes twinkling with delight, they looked just like their father.

He noticed it and couldn't have possibly been more happy. He simply had to have a picture of this moment.

So, you picked up his old camera and took it for them. Their smiles grew as they clung to his side, cheeks pressed against his.

That camera had captured the most obscene and private moments many a time. It felt strange not being the focus of it. Making use of it to picture the man who made an obsession of it.

Rook thanked you with a kiss, tucking the picture away in his breast pocket and with that, they were finally off.

You stood there, waving at them by the front door until they dissapeared from sight past the dense forest surrounding your lone cabin. And your smile began to falter, hand held aloft as your eyes scanned the green surrounding you.

It wouldn't take much to run in the other direction.

"Mom?"

"... yes, sweetie?" You answered, slowing turning back to the log cabin.

"I'm hungry. Can I wake Claude up now?"

You closed the door behind you as you focused on Belle.

"Sweetie, I'm right here. I can cook for you."

She fiddled with the hem of her skirt. "I know, but Dad said I should let you rest and to ask Claude for anything."

You frowned and glanced back at the door. "...Well, Claude needs his rest too. Just come to me until he wakes up, okay."

She nodded and sat down on the carpet in the living room, rummaging through her bag of wooden toys that Rook and Claude had crafted.

You took to the kitchen and searched for something to make.

"And what are you craving?" You murmured, hand rubbing your belly.

There was no response of course, but after a bit of looking and sniffing you found something the baby wanted.

It made your nose scrunch, and you recoiled from reaching out to grab it.

Had you not be pregnant, the way your mouth almost drooled at the thought of consuming the raw flesh of a lost cow freshly caught would've made you sick to your stomach.

Having Rook as your chef for so long had strange effects it seemed as steak tartare had not once appealed to you till now.

Instead, you reached for the garlic paste you normal had cravings for.

It appeased the baby. But only just.

You grabbed a few vegetables and seasonings before turning to the cutting board.

Slowly, meticulously, you began to slice perfectly round pieces of carrots and potatoes and such.

You hummed softly, eyes trained on your daughter not so far away.

She giggled as she played with her toys, arranging them in a way you couldn't yet determine what she planned to do next. She assembled a team of sorts and proudly declared for them to go this way and that, having each stand guard in various corners of the room, facing the center where a lone boar figure stood beside a smaller one.

After a while, she got quiet, simply holding onto her dolls, watching the figures in the center along with the dolls.

You watched her curiously.

Had she zoned out?

"Ah! Mother, put that down, you're going to hurt yourself."

Your son's voice, startled you. You hadn't noticed when he came downstairs.

Claude was your oldest, about to be sixteen next month. Very mature for his age, but he took on a lot of Rook's mannerisms.

Too many.

They all did.

He looked the most like you out of all his siblings, 'cept for his eyes. The piercing green seemed to be a domineering trait in this household.

It felt like you could never escape his gaze.

He held your youngest in his arms, but quickly handed him to you, taking the knife in exchange.

"Here, let me handle that."

"I can do it just fine." You argued.

"I know, I know. But I'd like to do it. Breakfast would have been done by now, but I woke up late. Don't worry mother, I'll take it from here."

The baby gurgled, tugging on your shirt.

You wiped the drool bubbling from his mouth.

"Is there anything else you'd like, mother? A tea or coffee perhaps?"

"No, thank you."

"Are you sure? It'd be no trouble. Oh, and I've already fed that little rascal for you. It shouldn't be long 'fore he's ready for a nap."

You shook your head and returned to looking at Belle, bouncing the baby gently.

She still hadn't moved.

"Claude? What would you like for your birthday?"

"Oh, you really don't have to get me anything, mother. I am becoming a young man, I can do without presents."

You gave him a look. "Oh, c'mon. Everyone wants presents. I just wish I could get you a real one."

"What are you talking about?"

"What sort of cake do you want?"

Claude looked at you for a moment, eyes squinting at you.

He put the vegetables on the stove then continued to make the main part of the dish.

"Any one is fine, we both know my sisters will end up eating the most."

You hummed and returned your attention to Belle, stroking your baby's hair to lull him asleep.

You frowned as you watched her stillness come to an end and she had her dolls jump in to attack the boars.

Effects of her hunting trips no doubt.

Learning by example was dangerous.

Your son cooed and the stove sizzled for a while before Claude finished cooking and began to shuffle.

"Um ... mother of mine? Can I... can I tell you something? I'd tell Father, but you know how he can be. He'd probably start asking for so many details and try to come with me and that's a bit embarrassing, y'know."

You moved to set the baby down in his crib next to the couch then sat down at the counter in front of Claude.

"What's wrong?"

His cheeks had the blooms of roses in them and he averted his gaze to the food.

"Nothing! Sorry. Nothing's wrong, it's just I ... well, you know how father tells us the story of how you met?"

You felt uneasy.

Most sayings aren't wholly true. But some are hard to refute.

Pursing your lips, you asked him to continue.

"Well, it's not just your story. It's in the story books he reads us too. About meeting someone who is perfect for you. Love at first sight."

"... what do you mean?"

Claude finally turned, looking up at you from under his lashes, eyes wide with apprehension but expression wholly serious.

"I .. I think I'm in love, mom."

Your heart sped up at his words.

Had this been a normal situation, you would have jumped with excitement, urging him to tell you all about his crush.

But this wasn't a normal situation.

"With who?"

You lived in the woods.

"Oh, this girl I met out hunting,"

Too far from any civilization.

"So, she's a hunter?"

No one went to town for anything.

"No."

There was no need to.

"... then how did you meet her?"

Not with someone as capable as Rook around.

"O-oh, well, ehe, I haven't formally met her yet."

At this point, Claude looked away again, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully.

"Then ... why do you say you're in love?"

He brightened up at once, taking your hands in his and looked at you with such a lovestruck expression as you had never seen on him before.

But on him? One too many times.

"I just know it! She's got these eyes that just ... ahh ... and this this hair, wow... and her smile ... ah, I can barely contain myself! Mom, I understand how you and Dad must feel everyday. Gosh, all I can think about is how much I want to know more about her and wake up by her side everyday and be the reason to make her smile! And I left her a present last time, and guess what? She took it! She doesn't know it's from me though, I thought it'd be more romantic to let her think of me as a secret admirer. That way, the time we meet in person will be so much more exciting. Oh! I keep a box of all the little trinkets she forgets about and I took so many pictures of her, just so I can see her when we're apart. I'll go get it, wait here!"

As Claude bounded up the stairs, eager to finally let out his secret of who knows how long, you began to panic.

This situation was all too familiar. Eerily so.

"Here, look! This is her. Isn't she gorgeous. This is her doing her night care routine in her bathroom. This is her clipping her toenails, she seems to have trouble with this, weird angles and all. That's why I'll do it for her when we're married. This is her reading on her porch. This is her playing with her cat, she smiles so wide when he purrs, it's adorable. I'll get her to smile that much for me one day. And this is her when ...."

Your breathing grew shakier and your face paled as you looked at his album.

The pictures were at odd angles, the girl in question not once facing the camera, seemingly oblivious of it's existence. In the box were the random trinkets discussed about: gum wrappers, post-its, chewed pencils, used band-aids, unpaired socks, ponytails of cut hair, and other long forgotten belongings

All things you remembered seeing in Rook's room long ago that belonged to various people.

Overwhelmed, you couldn't help hiding your face in your hands and sobbing softly, cursing your luck that your poor son had gotten to such a point.

The apple rarely falls far from the tree.

"Mom? Mother, are you okay?" Claude said, quickly forgetting his things and holding you cautiously.

You hiccuped and forced yourself to smile behind your tears. "Yeah, yeah ... I'm...."

In attempts to reasussure him, you lied through your teeth and gripped his hand as hard as you could.

"... I'm ... happy for you ...."

Claude beamed and wiped your tears with his sleeve.

"Aw, thanks, mother. I knew you'd understand! Don't cry, you'll be able to meet her one day. And then, when we're married I'll always be sure to visit you all, okay."

You nodded, feeling nothing but regret for the poor girl he'd unfortunately set his heart on and guilt for the fact that you had done nothing to prevent the habits he'd been forming as he grew with his father as his shining role model.

"Claude? Why's mom crying?" Belle asked, now distracted from her toys.

"Oh, it's happy tears, Belle. Here, why don't you go out and look for some good firewood out in the shed. I'll be out in a minute."

"Oh! Yay!" Belle jumped and ran out the door.

Claude kissed your head gently and rubbed your back before promising to come in soon and going after his sister.

You sat the counter for a moment, catching your breath and drying your tears.

How on earth were you to teach him that his actions were wrong when you could do nothing to explain why Rook did it?

You looked at your son in his crib with a frown.

Would he turn out like him too?

Your heart ached at the thought.

Your eyes then trailed towards the window, watching the two who had just left.

They were so happy, so ignorant to the truth between you and the man you continued to call "your love."

You wished you had told them sooner. But they were too young. You didn't want to take away from them the happy life you had once lived.

These little beings looked up to the man who trapped you with him.

And now, they always would.

It was far too late to convince them their father wasn't the saint they believed him to be.

You stood and looked around.

Photos of your growing family plastered the walls, countless crafts littered the fridge door and handmade gifts cluttered the shelves.

All around you, green eyes watched your every movement.

How could you find love or comfort in that shade green any longer?

That green that followed you inside and out ....

You looked out the window on the back door.

Green surrounded you out there too. But a different shade, a different kind altogether.

You trudged forward.

The grass so vast, stretching for miles beneath the suffocating trees which concealed both you and that lovely shade of green from everyone else.

Your hand twisted open the door.

No one was that way. Not your sons or daughters. Not Rook.

You glaned over your shoulder at the baby, sleeping blissfully unaware of everything, content to just be warm in his crib.

...

Elise. Belle. Paige. Claude.

They were already all so independent. They could survive on their own if they really needed to. In fact, you were the most helpless person in this family. Not a one of them liked to worry your pretty little head over anything.

Must be difficult for them, right?

Having to dote on a mother who is only allowed to do things that require little though and strain.

... it'd be better if you left ... right?

You took a step on the grass, such a beautiful color.

They could care for each other without needing to care for you on top of that. They already took care of their baby brother.

You closed the door behind you, then, another step.

Rook could care for them. He's raised them more than you have already. It wouldn't be much of a change.

And another.

They were all too much like him now to change. It'd get worse as they grew. If you left by their maturing age then it'd only be that much easier for them to help Rook catch you.

And another.

Sevens know that they'd do anything for their father.

Faster and faster.

Or worse. Rook would trap you with another baby for each of your children that matured and got ready to live on their own. An endless cycle of waiting.

This may be your only chance to escape.

Yes, now was the time.

Run!

And run you did.

You ran and ran, fast as your feet and aching back would let you. You held onto your belly, a smile getting wider as you got further away.

You had to hold back an excited, relieved laugh. This was it. You'd be that bird free from the cage again. And by your own hand too.

Quickly, you grew tired, the need to vomit becoming more apparent.

But you didn't care.

You kept running.

You had to.

Freedom was finally within reach!

...

Until it wasn't.

You let out a scream, falling back on the pretty grass to avoid bumping into the giant brown bear growling in front of you.

It stood on it's hind legs, towering above you. It's teeth were bared, long, black claws gleaming with a deadly threat, beady eyes shining with agitation.

It growled loudly and looked at you for a second before charging forward to rip you to shreds.

You shifted to protect your belly from being slashed first, eyes screwing shut.

If this was your form of freedom ... well ... maybe ... maybe it wasn't so bad.

Thunk!

The bear let out an agonized yowl before collapsing to the floor heavily.

You made no move, just listening to the bear's dying breath until you could hear it no more.

...

You heard nothing else.

Nothing at all.

But you knew that didn't meant anyhing. It was too late. Your window of opportunity had now been shut forever.

You were afraid to open your eyes.

...

Slowly, you did.

And found yourself staring at a pair of tan boots in front of you.

Your gaze inched upwards, heartbeat slowing from its frantic beating and the sound of static began to fill your ears.

Rook stood above you, bow in hand, green eyes looking down at you expressionless. A look you had never once expected to see on him. Not a trace of a smile crossed his face, his eyes devoid of emotion.

It was as if he already knew what you were going to do before you knew it yourself.

Oh, what you would do to see his ominous smile once more instead of this look of disappointment.

You brought yourself to your feet and trudged over to hug him with shaky arms.

He held you gently, but still his expression did not change.

You thanked him then turned to face the bear, entwining your hand with his. Soon, your expressions matched.

Oh, poor Y/N,

Rook made easy work of the bear. And then, he turned to you, that easy-going smile back on his face.

Poor, sweet Y/N,

He took your hand in his.

Don't you know?

He raised your hand to his lips for a kiss.

The rook is the second best piece on the chess board.

He said something.

As long as he's in play,

"Je t'adore, ma chérie!"

Your chances of winning are lowered.

Then, lugging the bear's corpse behind, you walked hand in hand back to your house, making the most of this shared time together.

You'd long ago been put into check, now it was,

His queen was cornered.

Checkmate.

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so-long-soldier28 · 2 months

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Idk if anyone's ever asked u this but what would ur life in tvd be like?! Including ur family ,career, friends, species etc lmao

oh ho ho, so this is certainly a thing i've considered

as someone who maladaptive daydreams all day long (whenever i'm not writing basically), trust me when i say i have an entire life planned out

in fact, the things i write frequently represent these daydreams, except i have an OC for them, whereas for writing, i am committed to the 'x reader' way

✨ including my readers in my world of delusion & fantasy ✨

but onwards and upwards…

species

first, I feel like being a heretic would be so fucking cool

like… vampire with witch powers, c'mon now… being the underdog your whole life and then rising to be the most powerful, it's gotta be redeeming

plus seems so fun

but personally, I think I'd stick to being just a witch, and I have a solid reason for this

now, being a vampire would be cool, too (and honestly I need to write more vampire reader fics), because I absolutely love the bloodthirsty, badassery of vampires

so if not a witch (bc I love the thought of being able to do magic), I would go with vamp second

I still hate the TVDU wolves. literally all of them. as someone who watches Teen Wolf now, I would LOVE to be one of those wolves, but as for TVDU, I still HATE those guys

being a hybrid doesn't sound too bad, although then both Klaus and Tyler would be all up in my business all the time, and that sounds awful

so no wolfishness for me

for species, I'd be a witch, but then I get turned into a vampire in my mid-20s

career

I need to eat, so I need to work

idk how anybody except Matt got by without a job

and like Matt, I work at the Mystic Grill, but I'm a little older than them, so I can bartend (even tho underage Matt does too)

I was going to Whitmore College, but dropped out (like I did lmao)

friends

Mystic Falls gang but in varying degrees of friendliness

most with Caroline, loving her bubbly personality; drift away from Elena when she gets tied up with the Salvatores; drift from Bonnie when she starts dating Jeremy, then drift further after the Kai debacle

also, the Originals

Kol has the title of the best friend; Bex is close, too

sometimes I'm so much of a Kolvina shipper that I can't split Kol & Davina apart, even tho I'm in love with Kol, too

Klaus is a frenemy; I like him when he's not murderous. he can be loyal when he wants to be, same with Elijah.

in fact, I liked Elijah in s2-era, but was also a little afraid. my crush fizzled out the moment I saw Kol, but then she & him became good friends instead (with both)

hooked up with Kol once or twice when he still lived in MF

friendly with Jo, but she's not really having it once I get with Kai

same with Luke and Liv... friendly, but Liv hates me after the merge

circa-season 7, I want to be friends with Nora & Mary Louise, but the MF gang works hard at keeping me away from them

amidst the chaos, I manage to get my way and befriend them anyway, earning their trust by being so close to Kai

when I die, I'm given blood by Nora, like in the fic I wrote recently, or Damon, who likes me enough to keep me alive and knows Kai would slaughter him if he ever came back and found out

seasons 7-8, I'm very much teaming on both sides, friends with MF gang and heretics, which is frustrating to MF gang (minus Caroline, who has become somewhat reliant on heretics for help with her pregnancy. + she always understands me anyway.)

frenemies

Tyler and Matt get their own category, bc I don't hate them, but they certainly piss me off

Tyler's just annoying in general, and I hate how he treats Caroline while he's away hybrid-ing

he gets better in s6 when he's trying to impress Liv & Caroline is over him. still not a friend, but less of an enemy

Matt, on the other hand, is complicated

he was my way into the supernatural bc we worked together

he had trouble keeping it from me bc vampires would always show up at the grill, and one time, he forgot I wasn't in the circle and ranted about vamps and wolves before he remembered

he and the gang still try to keep me out of it, despite my knowledge

but that all fails when Kol is undaggered, finds me alone, and we become friends

the fact that he actively hates vampires while hooking up with Rebekah bothers me, which causes tension between us

but he's stronger than he looks and loyal if he trusts you, so I try to keep him on my good side

family

my TVDU OC is the same OC I've had since I was 13 that I've slightly adapted for different fandoms

in TVDU, my parents are divorced; mom moved away, and toxic dad lives about 2 hours away while I'm in college

I hide whenever he comes to MF to visit

occasionally, my parents are dead like everyone else's

sometimes, though, I'm the older sister of other characters, but that varies per daydream

sometimes, I'm Tyler's older sister who is actually a wolf

triggered my curse young in life by accident, but didn't tell Tyler until he had triggered his own

sometimes, I'm even Matt's older sister, and he still spends every waking minute trying to keep me out of the supernatural

I've also used the Salvatore sister storyline with Kol, and Gilbert cousin one for both Kol and Kai

dating life

Kai, ofc

MF gang tried sooo hard to us apart, especially bc I'm a witch, but they lost that battle quickly

couldn't keep me from work, so whenever he'd come in for a drink and I was bartending, we'd talk

gained his trust through listening & he gained mine when I let him siphon

Matt and Damon first to realize we're friends, and know there's nothing they can do

fall into a relationship quickly

either beg Damon to spare him at the end of s6, or beg for his life in s8

had a crush on s2-era Elijah, but did a 180* and fell for Kol instead when he was undaggered

used as Kol bait when Caroline was Klaus bait, but despite a few hook-ups, never actually dated

became close friends & adore his relationship with Davina in NOLA

visit him there or wherever he is every so often

[I honestly never built a solid storyline around being with Kol or Elijah. (Elijah was my first favorite ever, and Kol's my second fave now next to Kai.) I entertain a world of delulu with Kol sometimes, but it lacks foundation.]

basically, he never died (obvs) and I move to NOLA with him (and he never dies there, too)

but I love both witch & vamp Kols, and both their actors, and I really should dedicate more time to delulu daydreams with them 😅

so, now that I've rambled...

species: witch, until Kai's death, then i become a vampire. however, if Kai doesn't die after s6, neither of us turn. (sometimes I'm feelin' heretic-y, sometimes not, what can I say?)

career: working at Mystic Grill; at Whitmore College for two years, but dropped out

friends: Caroline, Bonnie, & Elena first. Stefan & Damon post season 1 when Damon mellows out and I learn to trust Stefan. Kol & Rebekah, and I'm okay with the rest eventually (minus Finn).

family: divorced parents; mom moved and I stay away from my dad

frenemies: Matt & Tyler. s2 Klaus & Elijah. Finn, because I know he was mistreated by Klaus, much like Kol, and I want to be friends, but then he tries to kill his whole family, so I don't feel bad anymore. Then when Finn killed Kol in NOLA, he became a straight-up enemy. Also, I tolerate Alaric, but he annoys me daily in s6-8-era.

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If anyone outside of this site read a single one of these sentences, I would be committed. I love fandoms / fanfiction, because all this stuff is perfectly normal to us. I love us as a community. Anyway, this was super fun to answer! 🥰 I'm sorry it took me so long!

#asks #tvd #the vampire diaries #when i was in ms/hs i did ALL of those tvd / hp / spn / pjo / twilight life quizzes ALL THE TIME #and this reminded me of that #also the last time i logged into quotev my screen name was kai and i was like 👀 bc i never got to s6 my first time watching tvd #so ig it's fate #idk what could've compelled me to pick that name #anyway thank you for the ask ily

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