❝︎︎ the witch, the hybrid, and the vampire. what is this, narnia? ❞︎︎
────── 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃,
her soulmates are brothers,
and the very two she's
supposed to hate.
【︎︎ niklaus mikaelson x fem!oc 】︎︎
【︎︎ elijah mikaelson x fem!oc 】︎︎
【︎︎ soulmate bo...
TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of depression, suicidal thoughts, and a heavy dose of PTSD and survivor's guilt.
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"i'm not really big on torture porn, if i'm being honest, but in a different setting, i might be into this."
—
THE last thing Eden expected on a Tuesday evening in the middle of an apartment tour was a call from Damon claiming he'd taken Mason hostage and was torturing him in the Salvatore living room.
But, against her better judgement — and sinking feeling that something (or someone) was watching her leave the house — she used Jenna's car and drove to the Salvatore residence.
"Damon," she sighed, crossing her arms as she entered. "This is — come on. I already made him bald."
"And he looks fantastic," Damon remarked dryly. "I'm sure Katherine was all over it."
Eden snorted. "I hope I ruined your sex life," she grinned at Mason, who shook his head at her.
He was bound to a chair in the living room, shirt opened with wounds slowly healing. He looked at her sadly.
"Not you too, Eden."
"I'm not really big on torture porn, if I'm being honest, but in a different setting, I might be into this," she grinned, looking between the two of them.
"Remus would be disappointed in you," he told her softly. "You know that, right?"
Eden's face darkened and she took the warm fire-poker from Damon, stabbing Mason directly in the chest with it.
Leaning her face to his, she said, "don't you ever speak his name in my presence again, Mason. He was a hero. You're nothing."
Mason groaned in pain but she watched, a small smile turning up her lips. It felt...good...to watch someone else in pain.
She'd been in pain most of her life, especially the past year. To control another's pain limit, to dictate their screams and the rate in which they healed...
Eden stumbled back, catching her thoughts. "No," she looked to Damon with wide eyes. She handed him the poker, breathing quickening. "I..." she was lost for words, her vision darkening. It was the early signs of an oncoming panic attack. She couldn't become like him.
She was better than Dolohov, Bellatrix, Greyback, Voldemort. Right? She had — she had to be.
Worry crossed Damon's face. "Eden, take a breath."
