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Midnight snack | VICTORIA X Y/N (female human, wlw) | nfsw

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The rain tapped steadily against the window like impatient fingers. Y/N had left it cracked open on purpose, letting the cool, damp air carry the scent of pine and earth into the bedroom. It was well past two in the morning in Forks, when she felt a shift.

A faint creak of the floorboard, a small breeze that gave her goosebumps. The bed dipped beside her, and she knew exactly who had entered the room.

Ice cold fingers brushed along Y/N’s bare shoulder, tracing the thin strap of her tank top. Even after months together, that touch still sent sparks racing across her skin.

A soft and delicate kiss was placed on her shoulder.

— You’re awake.—Victoria murmured, her voice low and velvet-rough, a soft smirk that expressed pure happines.

Her wild ginger hair spilled over one shoulder as she leaned down, lips hovering just above Y/N’s neck, softly talking into her ear. — Waiting for me again?—

Y/N turned onto her back, meeting those bright, orange, hungry crimson eyes. — You were gone three nights...—

A soft, dangerous chuckle escaped Victoria. She moved with fluid grace, straddling Y/N’s hips and pinning her gently to the mattress. Her marble-cold skin contrasted sharply with Y/N’s warmth, but the weight of her felt grounding. Safe. Even knowing exactly what she was capable of.

Victoria sat up straight and leaned a bit back, showing off her insanely beautiful, slim and curvy waist. She grabbed Y/N’s hands with a bit of force and put them on her own hips, demanding a grip, one that she loved very deeply.

— I tried to hunt.— Victoria admitted while looking Y/N in the eyes and proceeded to sigh loudly while tilting her head with a smirk. — But nothing tastes like you.—

She leaned down in a fast movement, her lips parting against Y/N’s skin.

A cool tongue traced her pulse point, slow and deliberate. Y/N shivered, sliding one hand up into Victoria’s fiery hair. Victoria had always been meticulous with her control, decades of practice allowing her to sip without draining, to bite without turning. She treated Y/N’s blood like a sacred indulgence, a private ritual that bound them together in trust and desire.

— You know I’m yours to take.— Y/N whispered, tilting her head to the side in clear invitation.

Victoria’s grip tightened on her waist, fingers digging in just enough to leave faint marks Y/N would trace with a smile in the morning.

—Not yet.— Victoria teased, nipping at her earlobe. —I want to play first.—

Y/N let out an annoyed moan. — Why do you always do this to me?.—

— Cause I like to play with my food, it makes it a lot more exciting to eat it after, when they’re all messy and riled up.— the readhead bit her lip while her eyes wandered over Y/N’s neck area.

She kissed down Y/N’s throat, sucking lightly at the sensitive spot where neck met shoulder. Her hands roamed under the tank top, palming Y/N’s breasts, a little squeeze made Y/N arch into the cold touch with a soft gasp. The temperature difference made every sensation sharper, more intense.

— You’re already so warm for me.— Victoria purred against her skin. — Heart racing… I can hear your blood rushing just for me.—

— You left me waiting again.— Y/N muttered, her voice tighter than she wanted it to be. She turned her face slightly away, even as her body betrayed her by arching into Victoria’s cold hands.

Victoria paused, lifting her head. Those sharp crimson eyes studied Y/N’s expression for a moment, a flicker of realization crossing her face. A slow, dangerous little smile curved her lips.

— Oh… my sweet girl is mad at me.— she teased, voice dripping with playful delight. She shifted her hips, pressing more firmly down against Y/N, pinning her wrists gently above her head with one hand.

— Look at that pout. You look adorable.—

— I’m not pouting.— Y/N grumbled, even though she absolutely was.

Victoria chuckled, low and velvet-soft, leaning down until her wild ginger hair curtained around them both. — You are. And it’s the cutest.— She nipped at Y/N’s jaw, then soothed the spot with a cool tongue.

— I was gone too long, wasn’t I? My poor, needy little human missed me.—

Y/N let out a breathy scoff, rolling her eyes even as a smirk tugged at her lips. — Needy? Really?— She sat up suddenly, pushing Victoria back a little by the shoulders. — You vanish for three whole nights and come back calling me needy?—

Victoria’s smirk only widened, clearly enjoying herself as she stayed straddling Y/N’s hips. For some reason she liked it when her girlfriend was in a bad mood.

—It’s cute when you get all grumpy like this—

Y/N cut her off by grabbing a handful of Victoria’s wild ginger hair and tugging it firmly, forcing the vampire’s head to tilt back slightly. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make a point.

— Grumpy?— Y/N echoed, voice dropping into something smoother, more teasing.

— Try annoyed. You think you can disappear whenever you want and then just crawl into my bed and tease me like that?—

Victoria’s crimson eyes flashed with surprise and delight. She tried to lean forward again, playful and predatory, hands sliding possessively down Y/N’s sides. — Maybe I like teasing my favorite midnight snack—

Y/N tugged her hair again, harder this time, holding her in place and recieving a soft moan from the redhead. A rush of satisfaction went through her as she watched Victoria’s confident smirk falter for a second. — You talk too much for someone who’s supposed to be making it up to me.—

She pushed Victoria back gently but firmly until the redhead was no longer leaning over her. Y/N swung her legs over the edge of the bed, standing up so she was looking down at Victoria, who was still kneeling on the mattress.

Victoria let out a soft, amused laugh, trying to regain control. — Oh? Getting bold tonight, are we, love?—

Y/N stepped closer, sliding her fingers under Victoria’s chin and tilting her head up. Her voice came out low and teasing, but with a clear edge of dominance. — Bold? No. Just done letting you think you’re in charge after leaving me waiting.—

She could see the exact moment Victoria’s playful resistance started to melt. The vampire’s pupils dilated, the orange colour of her eyes brightened, they almost became shiny, her lips parting as she looked up at Y/N with a mix of hunger and submission.

Y/N’s fingers tightened slightly on her chin. — Now… get off the bed.—

Victoria hesitated for half a second, a tiny defiant glint still in her eyes, but when Y/N raised an eyebrow and gave her hair another firm tug, she folded instantly. She slid off the bed with fluid grace and dropped slowly to her knees on the floor in front of Y/N, looking up at her with wide, eager crimson eyes.

— Fuck.— Victoria breathed, voice rough with arousal. — You’re really going to make me kneel for you tonight?—

Y/N smiled, slow and satisfied, running her fingers through Victoria’s fiery hair. — Yes. And you’re going to be very good for me, aren’t you?—

Victoria leaned forward, pressing her forehead against Y/N’s thigh with a soft, needy sound. — Yes ma’am.—

Y/N hummed in approval, her fingers still tangled in Victoria’s wild ginger hair. She looked down at the beautiful, dangerous vampire kneeling before her and felt a rush of heat at how easily she could make her fold.

— Who do you belong to, Victoria?— Y/N asked, voice calm but firm, laced with teasing dominance.

Victoria stayed quiet at first, stubborn pride making her hesitate. She nuzzled closer to Y/N’s thigh but didn’t answer, a faint smirk tugging at her lips like she was still trying to hold onto some control.

Y/N noticed immediately. She pulled her thigh back just out of reach, denying Victoria the contact she clearly craved. — I asked you a question.— she said, tightening her grip in the redhead’s hair. — Don’t make me repeat myself.—

Victoria let out a frustrated little growl, eyes flashing with lingering defiance. She tried to lean forward again, but Y/N kept her thigh just far enough away, not letting her lips make contact.

— Answer me.— Y/N commanded softly, — or you don’t get to touch me at all tonight.—

Victoria’s resistance crumbled almost instantly. The moment Y/N brought her thigh close again, brushing it teasingly against her cold lips, the vampire’s eyes fluttered and she folded completely.

— I belong to you.— Victoria breathed out desperately, voice needy and wrecked. — I’m yours, Y/N… only yours. Please—

The admission came out so hungry and submissive that it sent a shiver through Y/N. She finally rewarded her by pressing her thigh against Victoria’s mouth, letting the vampire kiss and nip at the soft skin with shameless devotion.

— Good girl.— Y/N praised, stroking her hair. — That wasn’t so hard, was it?—

Victoria shook her head, pressing more eager kisses along Y/N’s thigh, cold tongue tracing patterns as she looked up with glowing crimson eyes full of submission. — No… I’m sorry. Tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do anything.—

Y/N smiled, slow and satisfied. She guided Victoria’s head higher, until her lips were brushing just below her navel.

— Then start by taking off my shorts.— Y/N ordered softly. — Slowly. Use your mouth only.—

Victoria obeyed instantly, leaning in with trembling hands restrained behind her back by her own willpower. She caught the waistband of Y/N’s shorts between her teeth and tugged them down with reverent care, kissing every inch of newly exposed skin as she went. Her usual predatory confidence was gone, replaced by pure, needy submission.

Once the fabric has dissapeared, Victoria looked up again, waiting for the next command, lips parted and breathing ragged even though she didn’t need to breathe.

Y/N cupped her chin, thumb brushing over her bottom lip. — Now… you can have your midnight snack. But you’re going to do it exactly how I tell you to.—

Victoria nodded eagerly, eyes locked on the pulse point in Y/N’s neck. — Yes ma’am… please let me taste you.—

Y/N sat back on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs slightly and guiding Victoria between them by the hair. — Start here. — she instructed, tapping her inner thigh. — Work your way up slowly. No biting until I say so.—

Victoria obeyed without hesitation, pressing soft, cool kisses along Y/N’s inner thigh. Her hands rested obediently on Y/N’s knees, not daring to move higher without permission. Every kiss grew more desperate, her cold tongue tracing the sensitive skin as soft, needy sounds escaped her.

Well, she was obedient at first, cause as soon as the redhead saw how much her girlfriend got distracted by pleasure, she used it against her.

Cause once Y/N pulled her back onto the bed, everything shifted.

Victoria climbed up, pressing Y/N down into the mattress again with a sudden burst of inmortal strength. The moment Y/N gasped in pleasure from a particularly deep lick, Victoria pounced, flipping her over so she was on top again, pinning Y/N’s wrists above her head with one hand.

— Enough of that.— Victoria growled, voice rough and teasing, her crimson eyes flashing with renewed hunger. — You think you can keep me on my knees forever, I’m not some stupid wolf waiting on a command.—

Y/N’s eyes narrowed, annoyance and arousal mixing. — Victoria-…—

Before she could finish, Victoria crashed their mouths together in a fierce, possessive kiss. It was angry and loving all at once, teeth clashing, tongues fighting for control. Victoria’s free hand slid down Y/N’s body, squeezing her breast hard enough to make Y/N arch and moan into her mouth.

— You were so insanely hot dominating me.— Victoria purred against her lips, nipping at her bottom lip.

— But I’m still a vampire and believe it or not, but I’ve been starving for you for three days.—

Y/N fought back instantly, using her legs to try and flip them again. They rolled across the bed in a heated tangle of limbs Victoria’s cold strength against Y/N’s warm determination. A lamp nearly got knocked over. Victoria laughed breathlessly when Y/N managed to get on top for a second, only for Victoria to flip her right back down with a wicked grin.

— You’re not gonna win from me, no matter how hard you try.— Victoria hissed, pinning her again and dragging her fangs lightly down Y/N’s throat. — So pretty when you’re mad at me.—

— I’m still very much annoyed with you.— Y/N shot back, even as she bucked her hips up against Victoria’s, grinding together desperately.

— Good,— Victoria growled, voice thick with love and lust. — Stay mad and take it out on me.—

She sank her teeth into Y/N’s neck without warning — still careful, still controlled, but much more possessive this time. The bite was deeper, the pull stronger, as Victoria drank while grinding down against Y/N’s thigh. Y/N cried out in pleasure-pain, fingers digging hard into Victoria’s back, leaving red scratches that healed almost instantly.

They kept fighting for control switching positions again and again. One moment Victoria had Y/N pinned, fucking her with her fingers while drinking from her neck.

She drank greedily while fucking her with her fingers, moans vibrating against Y/N’s skin as the warm blood and tight heat drove her wild.

— Victoria-… fuck-… stop drinking.—

Y/N gasped, her voice strained with overwhelming pleasure and a hint of real warning. — Slow down… you’re taking too much.—

Victoria didn’t stop. If anything, she drank harder, fingers thrusting faster, completely lost in the taste and feel of her girlfriend.

Y/N’s vision blurred at the edges. In a surge of adrenaline, she slapped Victoria hard across the face.

The sound cracked through the room.

Victoria’s head snapped to the side, fangs pulling free from Y/N’s neck with a wet sound. Her crimson eyes were wide with shock as she looked back at Y/N.

Y/N took advantage of the moment, shoving Victoria onto her back and climbing on top of her with a breathless, slightly manic laugh.

— You almost killed me, you greedy bitch.— Y/N said, still laughing even as blood trickled down her neck. She straddled Victoria’s waist, looking down at her with dark, dominant eyes. — Three days gone and now you can’t even control yourself?—

Victoria stared up at her, lips stained red, cheek faintly pink from the slap. Something wild and aroused flashed in her gaze.

Before the redhead could answer, Y/N reached down between them. She grabbed Victoria’s hand and guided it back between her own thighs, sinking the vampire’s fingers deep inside herself. At the same time, Y/N slid her other hand between Victoria’s legs and pushed two fingers into her without warning.

Victoria moaned loudly, back arching off the bed.

Y/N started riding Victoria’s hand hard, grinding down onto her cold fingers with rough, desperate movements while simultaneously fucking Victoria with her own fingers at the same brutal pace.

— Fuck! —

At this point, the room was filled with moans and growling, a slight giggle sometimes, but it was mostly all about control and who could take who to their limit.

It was just minutes later, when Y/N took full charge of the situation and decided to ride Victoria’s face, that it became clear who was really the strongest.

She straddled the vampire’s face without hesitation, lowering herself onto Victoria’s eager mouth while gripping the headboard for leverage.

— Eat me.— Y/N ordered breathlessly, grinding down against Victoria’s cold tongue. — Make me cum after you almost killed me.—

Victoria moaned loudly into her, the sound vibrating deliciously against Y/N’s core. Her hands flew up to grip Y/N’s thighs, holding her in place as she devoured her with desperate hunger, tasting every drop of arousal mixed with the lingering trace of blood on her lips.

— Fuck yes, just like that.— Y/N groaned, grinding her hips faster, practically smothering Victoria’s face. She reached back with one hand and slid her fingers back into Victoria’s soaked pussy, thrusting hard while she rode her mouth.

Victoria’s muffled moans grew louder, more frantic. She was completely lost beneath Y/N tongue fucking her relentlessly, nose brushing against her clit with every grind, crimson eyes watering with overwhelming pleasure and submission.

Y/N’s thighs started to tremble as the pleasure built fast and intense. The closer she grew to the orgasm, the more her voice started shaking. — Don’t you dare stop.—

Victoria whimpered in response, sucking harder on Y/N’s clit while bucking her hips up into Y/N’s thrusting fingers. The room was filled with messy, obscene sounds and broken moans. Victoria’s cold hands dug into Y/N’s ass, pulling her down even harder as if she wanted to drown in her.

The orgasm hit Y/N like a storm. She cried out sharply, grinding down roughly as she came on Victoria’s face, thighs clamping around the vampire’s head. Her fingers curled deep inside Victoria at the same time, hitting that perfect spot over and over until Victoria shattered beneath her with a muffled, desperate scream.

Both of them trembled violently through their climaxes, bodies locked together in a messy, possessive tangle.

Y/N stayed seated on Victoria’s face for a few long seconds, breathing heavily. Finally, she lifted herself off and collapsed beside her on the bed, pulling Victoria into her arms.

Victoria’s face was flushed, lips swollen and glistening. She immediately nuzzled into Y/N’s neck, licking softly at the bite mark she’d left earlier to seal it.

— I’m sorry, you know, for almost killing you.— Victoria whispered, voice hoarse and submissive.

— I got too greedy… but fuck, you’re incredible when you take control like that.—

Y/N laughed softly, still catching her breath, and tugged Victoria’s wild ginger hair. — You’re lucky I love you, you bloodthirsty idiot.—

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THE HUNTER COVEN — JAMES & VICTORIA X VAMPIRE HUNTER READER

For generations, the bloodline of Y/N’s family had been steeped in shadow and steel. She belonged to an ancient vampire hunting coven whose roots stretched back centuries a secretive order that treated the pursuit of the undead as both sacred duty and inherited obsession.

Y/N’s ancestors had been legends within the coven. They had been hunting and studying these creatures for hundreds of years to understand the very root of their existence, and analyse their strengths but also their vulnerabilities. They had been slayers who amassed archives of vampire lore, mapping nomadic patterns, identifying covens, and perfecting methods of extermination.

Some of them had even stood face to face with the Volturi at some point through history, but never had the chance to expose them to the world.

Her father had followed in their footsteps with fanatical devotion, training from childhood in combat, tracking, and the subtle arts of deception against immortal predators, besides being a simple, normal human being.

Her mother, however, had been different. She had married into the coven but never shared the same fire for the hunt as her husband did. She married Y/N’s father out of affection. And later, after finding out about her husband’s paranormal activities, bearing their daughter while quietly yearning for a normal life, one where her family could live without the constant threat of fangs in the night.

She participated in hunts only when necessary, always prioritizing safety over glory.

And when Y/N was born, her mother’s priorities sharpened. She wanted nothing more than to shield her only months old daughter from the dangerous world she was going to be raised in.

A few days after Y/N’s became 3 months old, she went out, just before 12 o’clock, to go to the 24 hour shop near their house, to get some milk to feed her daughter in the morning. She had run out just hours before and knew she wouldn’t have time the next day to go buy some before her newborn would wake up.

It was calm when she got there, it was pretty late, a random Tuesday night, and every other humans was already fast asleep, getting some energy to go to work the next morning.

The buzzing from the white ceiling lights at the shop could almost be heard from outside.

She closed the big, glass fridge and took the carton of milk to the register to go pay.

— This please.— she said to the elder woman behind the counter smoking a cigarette that had almost nothing left in it.

The woman sighed and touched some buttons on the register with clear laziness, she was clearly in a bad mood.

— That will be 2 dollars.— Her voice sounded raspy from the smoking.

She rapidly put the money on the counter. — Thank you, have a goodnight.—

The woman didn’t respond and just lit up a new cigarette. She grabbed the carton of milk and walked out of the shop with a slow pace.

The street was silent, the only sound that could be heard were the crickets from the dark woods nearby. It was just a normal, warm summer night.

She walked patiently, with her eyes on the road ahead of her. But then, her legs just stopped.

She caught the glimpse of a shadow running fast under a yellow-ish street light, just a few meters ahead from her.

She tried to follow it with her eyes, but it was too fast. Like a brisk wind that disappeared within seconds.

Her head turned sideways, trying to analyse if anyone was around, or if she was going crazy and just seeing things because she was tired and it was late at night.

The night air felt suddenly colder, heavier. Her hunter instincts, dulled by years of reluctant participation and motherhood, flared to life.

Another blur. This time to her left, closer. A low, mocking chuckle echoed from the darkness between the streetlights.

—Look at her, James,— a woman’s voice purred, smooth and dangerous. —Standing there like a lost fawn. So fragile. So tasty.—

Y/N’s mother spun around, heart hammering. Two figures materialized from the shadows with inhuman grace.

The man was tall and lean with wild blond hair, his crimson eyes gleaming with predatory excitement, while leaning against the lightpole behind her with a certain nonchalance written in his face. The woman beside him had striking red hair that seemed to burn even in the dim light, her expression one of cold amusement.

James stepped forward slowly, circling her like a wolf savoring the hunt.

—Humans rarely wander alone this late,— he said, voice dripping with sadistic delight. — Especially not alone. Tell me, little human… What are your plans for tonight?— He looked back at Victoria with an amused smile. — Maybe we can join in.—

Victoria moved in closer from the other side, her movements fluid and threatening. She smiled, fangs glinting.

—Mmm, she’s sweet. I can hear her heart racing. Let’s play with her first, James. I want to hear her scream before we feed.—

Y/N’s mother backed up slowly, her free hand slipping toward the concealed wooden stake hidden in her jacket. She tried to keep her breathing steady, mind racing. These two were clearly nomads, dangerous, hungry, and treating her like nothing more than prey.

James lunged forward in a blur, stopping just inches from her face. She gasped, stumbling back as the milk carton nearly slipped out of her hands.

— Come on… run off if you want.— he taunted, eyes dancing with cruel joy. — The chase is always better when the prey thinks they have a chance.—

Victoria laughed softly, a chilling sound that echoed down the empty street.

—She’s trembling so beautifully. Look at those wide eyes. I wonder how long she’ll last before she breaks. Maybe we drain her slowly… make it fun.—

The air crackled with tension. Y/N’s mother could feel death closing in. The vampires saw her as nothing more than an ordinary, vulnerable human woman, an easy midnight snack. She forced the words out, voice shaking but desperate.

—Wait! Don’t kill me. I have a daughter. I’ll do anything. Just let me go home to her.—

James smiled softly, this information just made it so much better for him. — Oh that’s cute… too bad you don’t really have a choice.— He was about to throw himself onto the woman, when she pulled out the wooden stake that had been hiding in her lightweight linen jacket.

Both James’s and Victoria’s eyes turned instantly, the hunger was gone. Now it was pure surprise and a slight amount of confusion.

— Be careful with your decisions vampire.— She spoke softly, but demanding.

— You think because you have a wooden stick you are gonna win from us?— James laughed amused. — It’s two against one honey. And we haven’t fed in days, believe me, you don’t know what we are capable of.—

— You don’t have to do this, just listen to me carefully.— She responded with a certain calm that neither of the vampires expected from her. — We can make a trade.—

—A trade?— he repeated, smirking as he glanced at Victoria. —Bold little human. Most just scream or beg. What could you possibly offer us that we couldn’t simply take right now? Speak quickly… before we get bored.—

Victoria remained tense and watchful, circling slowly, her red hair shifting as she studied the terrified woman with hungry interest. She clearly saw no threat, only a prey.

Y/N’s mother took a breath.

— I’m part of a hunting clan, my husband is a descendant from The Lumina Sanctum, a clan that has killed your kind for centuries now. If you kill me now, they will easily know it was vampires and will track you down within days.—

Both James and Victoria looked intrigued and started to sense some kind of danger they normally wouldn’t get from a human. They had heard about this clan, about their encounter with the Volturi, almost exposing their kind to the normal world.

— We can arrange a trade.— She continued. — If you let me go, I won’t tell a soul of our encounter, nor your presence in the area.—

James’s smirk faltered for a fraction of a second. He exchanged a quick glance with Victoria, whose playful hunger had shifted into sharp caution. The name Lumina Sanctum clearly carried weight even among nomads.

—So the rumors are true. There is still an active line of you pests.— Victoria said with a soft grin.

James stepped back just enough to give her breathing room, though his body remained coiled like a spring.

His amusement had turned darker, more calculating.

—You’re offering us silence? How generous,— he said, voice laced with mockery. —But what’s to stop us from killing you right now and disappearing before your precious clan even notices you’re gone?—

Y/N’s mother swallowed hard but didn’t lower the stake.

—Because even if you succeed, they will find out. My scent is all over this street. My husband will know the patterns. And when he does, he won’t stop until every vampire in the region is ash. But if I walk away unharmed tonight… none of that happens. You disappear into the night, and we never cross paths again.—

Victoria stopped circling. Her red eyes narrowed.

—And what else? You’re not just buying your own life. You’re a mother. There has to be more to this little bargain.—

Y/N’s mother hesitated only a moment before laying out the rest, her voice still steady and with raw honesty.

— My daughter is only three months old. If anything ever happens to me… if the world I live in catches up to my family… promise me you’ll protect her. Keep her safe when no one else can. That is the full trade. My silence and your freedom now, for her life later if she ever needs it.—

— You want us to protect a human vampire hunter?— James was truly in disbelief about the things the human was demanding from them, it sounded surreal at this point.

— She doesn’t have to be, I don’t want her to grow up in a world where killing supernatural creatures is her obsession like my husband’s. So she will never be a danger to you.—

A heavy silence fell over the deserted street. The crickets continued their song, oblivious. James studied her for a long moment, his sadistic grin slowly returning, though now mixed with reluctant respect for her audacity.

—You’re either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid,— he said finally. —But… we’ll take it.—

Victoria gave a single, sharp nod, though her eyes still burned with suspicion.

—We keep our word, hunter. But remember this: if you betray us, there won’t be anywhere safe for you or your precious family.—

The tension broke. James and Victoria melted back into the shadows with the same unnatural speed they had appeared, leaving only the faint echo of their presence and the smell of ozone in the air.

Y/N’s mother stood there for several long seconds, legs shaking, before she finally turned and ran the rest of the way home, milk carton still clutched desperately in her arms.

But fate, as always, had other plans. Only minutes later, another rogue, newborn nomad would find her.

The attack was brutal and instantly, there was no room for dialogue. The carton of milk fell on the floor next to her as she tried to fight off the creature that was feeding from her, but it was just incredibly strong.

With the last strength she had left in her body she killed it with the wooden stake she had held just minutes before in front of James and Victoria, right through its stone cold heart.

The venom was racing through her body, burning her up from the inside. It was like she was trapped in a house that was set on fire, but instead of feeling like her surroundings were burning, the fire was inside of her body. Her body was just a casket that was experiencing the deepest part of hell.

She had learned about this from her husband, they had heard that this was what a turning felt like. Like you are being eating from the inside and every part of you is turned into ash.

She didn’t go home that night, she couldn’t, not till her transformation was completed. So she hid in the nearby woods for three days. The street beside the woods were filled with flyers, she had seen her husband going into the shop and heard him talk to the lady at the register from a few nights before about her, if she had seen her, if she had said anything that night that would clear up her disappearance.

On the fourth day. She slipped through the front door as quietly as she could, hoping to avoid waking anyone. But the moment the door clicked shut, her husband appeared in the hallway, his face lighting up with pure relief.

—Thank God you’re back!— he exclaimed, rushing forward. —I’ve been worried sick. You’ve been gone all these nights. I was about to call the coven for help. Where have you been? Are you alright?—

Before she could respond, he pulled her into a tight, desperate hug, burying his face in her hair.

Y/N’s mother stiffened. She tried to return the embrace, but her body felt wrong, unnaturally rigid, her skin like ice.

Her husband froze mid-hug. His arms tightened for a second, then pulled back sharply. His eyes widened in horror as he gripped her shoulders, staring at her face.

—You’re… ice cold,— he whispered, voice cracking. —Why are you so cold? It’s the middle of summer.—

She tried to pull away, panic rising in her chest.

—It’s nothing. I’m just tired. I don’t know what happened, I got lost for some reason... Let me see Y/N, I just want to check on her.—

But he wouldn’t let go. His trained hunter’s instincts kicked in instantly. He touched her cheek, then her neck, feeling the complete absence of warmth, the unnatural stillness of her pulse. His expression shifted from relief to dawning terror.

—What happened to you?— he demanded, voice rising. —You’re not… You can’t be… Tell me you didn’t—-

Y/N’s mother’s crimson eyes, which she had been desperately trying to hide in the dim hallway light, finally met his. The truth hit him like a stake to the heart.

—They got to you,— he breathed, horror twisting into rage. —After everything I taught you. After everything our family stands for. You let them turn you.—

—I didn’t let them!— she cried, voice breaking as the burning thirst clawed at her throat. —There was a rogue one after I left the store. I tried to fight, I swear. It was a newborn and it was insanely strong. Please… you have to understand.—

Her husband staggered back, hand already moving toward the hidden compartment where he kept his weapons. Tears streamed down his face, but his jaw was set with the merciless resolve of a Lumina Sanctum hunter.

—You’re not my wife anymore,— he said coldly. —You’re one of them now. And I won’t let you endanger our child.—

The struggle was short and devastating. In her weakened newborn state, disoriented and fighting the bloodlust, she stood no chance. He drove a wooden stake through her heart while she begged for mercy, screaming for her baby.

Then, with grim efficiency, he dragged her body to the backyard and set it ablaze before the sun could rise and finish the job.

When the flames died down, he buried the ashes and returned inside to his sleeping daughter.

To Y/N, he would later say her mother had died in a tragic car accident shortly after she was born. The lie became his truth. The promise made under the streetlight, however, would one day come back to haunt them all.

And that day, was today.

Y/N had been tracking these two nomads for months now. She had moved to Forks, specifically for this, for them.

She knew the couple of nomads moved around a lot to not expose themselves too much, but they kept within a certain area that she had studied for years.

It was like an obsession to her, just like her dad. With the early passing of her mum, hunting vampires and learning about them, was all her life was based on. Her dad made her intrigued in the subject from an early age, and she developed skills and interest for it in a very intense form. Sometimes it was even scary.

She wanted nothing more than killing vampires, eliminating their kind. Go to the very root of their existence and making them vanish from the planet forever.

Now, deep in a remote cave in the dark and rainy woods of Forks, that obsession had finally borne fruit.

James and Victoria hung suspended from the ceiling by reinforced iron chains, arms wrenched high, legs shackled to the stone floor. Y/N had starved them for days. No blood. No escape. Their eyes burned with crimson hunger and fury.

Y/N circled them slowly, wooden stake in one hand and a blowtorch in the other. The flickering lantern light cast long shadows across the damp walls.

—Comfortable?— she mocked, her voice echoing coldly. —The great tracker and his fiery mate. How does it feel to be the prey for once?—

James snarled, straining violently against the chains, muscles bulging with effort.

—You pathetic little insect. When I get free, I’m going to make you suffer like I’ve never done with my preys before. I’ll make you beg for the end.—

Victoria’s eyes were slits of pure hatred, her red hair a tangled mess.

—You have no idea what you’ve done,— she hissed. —Release us now and we might make it quick.—

Y/N pressed the blowtorch closer to James’s cheek, watching with satisfaction as his skin crackled and blackened at the edges. He roared in pain.

—You’ve slaughtered hundreds,— Y/N said, voice low and venomous. —Families, children. I’ve followed your trail for two years. But I will end this tonight.—

As she raised the stake toward James’s heart as he suddenly laughed through the agony, a low, ragged, almost delighted sound.

—You really don’t know, do you? After all this time chasing us… you still don’t who we are.—

Y/N paused, stake hovering.

—What are you talking about?—

Victoria’s voice joined in, colder and more controlled.

—Your mother. The night she met us. A warm summer evening. She was carrying a carton of milk for her three-month-old daughter. She thought she could face us alone. Brave little fool.—

James grinned savagely, eyes gleaming with memory.

—She pulled a wooden stake on us when I got too close. Told us she had a baby girl waiting at home. Offered us a trade right there on the empty street, her silence about our presence to the Lumina Sanctum, safe passage through the territory… in exchange for a promise. That if anything ever happened to her, we would protect her daughter. You.—

Y/N’s hand trembled. The details were too specific. The milk. The exact age. Things her father had never mentioned.

—You’re lying,— she whispered.

—We don’t lie about interesting hunts,— James growled. —She was terrified but fierce. Stood her ground even when Victoria wanted to play with her first. We accepted the deal. We let her walk away alive. The rogue who turned her attacked after we left. Your father found her afterwards… and burned her for what she had become. Then lied to you about it your whole pathetic life.—

Y/N slammed the wooden stake into James’s rib, making him screaming out of agony. — Don’t make up stories about my mother, ever!—

Victoria smiled amused, the rage in her eyes was for some reason entertaining. — We don’t lie about our preys.—

Y/N fastly yanked the wooden stake out of James’s rib making him now grunt of relief.

— You can either believe us, or kill us. But if you kill us, you will never know the truth about your mother.—

Y/N started trembling. Her heart raced and her breath shortened. The subject of her mother was incredibly delicate, rarely talked about, yet always surrounded by too many questions and almost no answers. It had been the gaping wound in her life that her father had filled with hatred and purpose instead of truth.

She stepped back, stake still gripped tightly in her white-knuckled hand. The blowtorch lay forgotten on the ground. For several long moments, only the sound of dripping water and James’s heavy breathing filled the cave.

—Why should I trust anything you say?— Y/N finally said, voice cracking. —You’re monsters. You hunt people for sport.—

James let out a pained chuckle, his crimson eyes still locked on her with that unnerving intensity.

—Because deep down you already know we’re telling the truth. You feel it. That pull you’ve had toward us this whole time. The dreams. The way hunting us felt… different. Even a bit personal.—

Victoria’s voice softened just a fraction, though her gaze remained sharp and calculating.

—Your mother was brave that night. She didn’t beg for her own life at first, she begged for yours. A mother willing to bargain with two predators to protect her three-month-old daughter… that kind of desperation leaves a mark. It created something between us. A bond. When she died, it passed to you.—

Y/N pressed her back against the cold cave wall, trying to steady herself. Tears burned at the corners of her eyes, tears of rage, confusion, and a deep, aching grief she had buried for years.

—I spent my whole life hating what you are… because of my dad.— she whispered. — He told me vampires are creatures made to end human existence.—

James’s expression darkened with something almost like sympathy, though it was still laced with his natural sadism.

— Your father used her death to make you into his perfect little weapon, how pathetic.—

Y/N slid down the wall until she was sitting on the cold floor, stake resting across her knees. She stared at the two chained vampires, her mother’s would-be protectors, her father’s greatest enemies, and to her… something else entirely.

—I won’t free you yet,— she said quietly after a long silence. —I can’t. Not until I’m sure. But I won’t kill you tonight either.—

She reached into her pack and tossed two fresh bags of blood toward them.

—Start talking. Tell me everything about that night. About my mother. About this… trade. And don’t stop until I tell you to.—

James tore into one of the bags with a feral grin, his eyes never leaving her.

—As you wish, mate. We’ve got all the time in the world now.—

Victoria accepted her bag more gracefully, but her gaze held the same possessive weight.

—And when you finally accept the truth… you’ll choose to run with us. Not hunt us.—

The cave settled into a tense, fragile truce. For the first time in her life, Y/N was listening instead of killing.

A few days later, under the cover of night, Y/N stood in the dimly lit living room of her childhood home. Her father sat in his old armchair, the same one he had occupied for years while filling her head with stories of vampire atrocities. The air was thick with tension.

Y/N’s voice was steady but laced with barely contained fury.

—Tell me the truth about Mom. No more lies.—

Her father looked up slowly, his face hardening.

—What are you talking about? Your mother died in a car accident shortly after you were born. I’ve told you this a thousand times.—

Y/N slammed the old journal she had taken from his hidden study onto the table between them. Pages detailing Lumina Sanctum protocols for dealing with turned hunters fell open.

—You burned her,— she said coldly. —She was turned by a newborn the same night she went out for milk. She made a deal with two nomads to protect me. And you killed her for it.—

Her father shot up from the chair, eyes wide with shock that quickly turned to rage.

—How do you know any of that?! You were never supposed to find out! I protected you from the truth!—

—Protected me?!— Y/N shouted. —You lied to me my entire life! You turned me into a weapon because of your guilt and hatred!—

The argument exploded. Her father’s face twisted with the fanatical devotion she had once admired.

—She was no longer your mother the moment she was turned! She was a monster. A threat to you, to the coven, to everything we stand for! I did what any Lumina Sanctum hunter would do. I protected our bloodline!—

He lunged forward and grabbed her arm roughly.

—And now that you have found out the truth you became this pathetic and fragile human who is just playing the victim. I should have seen it coming. You’ve always been too much like her.—

Y/N ripped her arm free and shoved him hard, sending him crashing into a side table. Furniture shattered. He grabbed a hidden silver dagger and slashed at her.

—You’re betraying everything I taught you!— he roared.

Y/N dodged, blood trickling from a shallow cut on her arm.

—You never gave me the truth! You stole my mother from me!—

The fight turned violent. Her father, still a formidable hunter despite his age, landed several heavy blows. Y/N countered fiercely, years of training matching his.

—Now!— she shouted desperately.

The windows shattered in a blur of motion.

James and Victoria burst into the room like vengeance incarnate. James tackled her father to the ground before he could stab Y/N again. Victoria was right behind him, snapping the man’s arm with brutal force.

Her father screamed in pain and fury, staring at the two red-eyed vampires with dawning horror.

— You brought monsters into our home?!—

James laughed darkly, pinning him down.

—We’ve been waiting a long time for this.—

The fight was chaotic and merciless. Her father fought like a cornered animal, using every trick the Lumina Sanctum had taught him. He managed to slash James across the chest and kick Victoria back, but he was badly outnumbered.

Victoria tore into his shoulder. James ripped the silver dagger from his hand and drove it into his thigh. Y/N, tears streaming down her face, finally drove her wooden stake deep into her father’s chest while James held him steady.

Her father gasped, staring up at her with betrayal and rage.

—You chose them… over your own blood…—

—You never gave me a choice,— Y/N whispered.

Victoria delivered the final blow, tearing his head from his body with savage efficiency. James quickly gathered flammable materials and set the house ablaze, ensuring nothing of the Lumina Sanctum hunter remained.

The three of them stood outside as the flames consumed the building, and with it, the last lies of Y/N’s old life.

James pulled Y/N against his side, his touch firm but careful.

—It’s over now,— he murmured. — You are free to go.—

Y/N looked at them, her eyes still glimmering from the tears she had shed before, she didn’t respond, she only stepped closer to James and grabbed Victoria by the hand as they were watching the house burn down in front of them.

Both vampire knew in that very moment, that leaving wasn’t an option anymore, from now, it was the three of them.

[simpforvictoria]

She’s got away — Victoria x Heidi

The heavy velvet drapes in the secluded manor house on the outskirts of London muffled the world outside, turning the bedchamber into a private sanctuary of warm firelight and whispered secrets.

The year was 1570. This old stone manor tucked away in misty English countryside with its creaking oak floors, hidden cellars, and surrounding ancient woods had become more than shelter.

It was home. A chosen sanctuary for women who had once been broken by mortal cruelties, now bound by something far deeper.

Victoria lay entwined with Heidi beneath silk sheets that smelled faintly of lavender and the cool, sweet scent of their immortal skin. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting flickering golden shadows that danced across Heidi’s flawless form. Victoria rested on her side, her fiery red hair spilling like flames over the pillow, one hand gently cupping Heidi’s cheek as if afraid the moment might vanish.

Her eyes traced every detail the elegant slope of Heidi’s nose, the way firelight caught in her dark lashes, the subtle rise and fall of her chest that no longer needed breath but still moved with quiet emotion.

— You’re staring again.— Heidi murmured, her voice a velvet caress laced with amusement and something deeper, unbreakable adoration.

Her dark eyes, those hypnotic depths that could command armies of mortals, softened only for Victoria. There was no guard in them now, only warmth.

Victoria smiled, innocent and genuine, her expression open like a clear dawn before any storms had touched her heart.

— How can I stop?— she replied softly, her fingers drifting from Heidi’s cheek down the smooth line of her neck. — When I look at you, everything else disappears. The woods outside, the weight of our pasts… it’s just you. The one who makes eternity feel like a gift instead of a sentence.— There was pure wonder in her voice, the kind that came from a soul that still believed love could conquer all.

Heidi shifted closer, their bare legs brushing and then intertwining, cool marble skin pressing together in a way that sent quiet sparks through them both. The room felt smaller, warmer, as if the rest of the world had faded to nothing. Heidi’s hand slid along Victoria’s waist, pulling their bodies closer. Skin met skin in an intimate press, every curve aligning perfectly, the faint coolness of their flesh contrasting with the building heat of emotion.

Heidi leaned in, brushing her lips against Victoria’s in a kiss that started tender and deepened with aching slowness, lips parting, tongues meeting in a dance of cool sweetness that drew a soft sigh from Victoria’s throat.

When they parted, Heidi kept their foreheads touching, her breath mingling with Victoria’s, a soft smile appeared on both of their faces, while their crimson eyes locked together as two magnets, they were both exactly where they wanted to be.

Heidi’s fingers traced lazy, possessive circles on Victoria’s lower back, dipping subtly lower.

— You know…— She whispered softly, her eyes wandering between Victoria’s lips and eyes. — I would give my immortal life for you, my love.— The words slipped out subtly, woven into the intimacy like a secret only they shared. — Without hesitation. If pain ever came for you, I would step between you and it. No suffering could ever tear us apart, not the memories of our human days, not the dangers of the night nor the day. It will be the two of us forever, Victoria. You and I against whatever eternity throws our way.—

Her voice was low, intimate, almost hypnotic in its sincerity, each promise laced with the gentle stroke of her hand along Victoria’s thigh, pulling it over her hip so they were completely wrapped together. The touch was worshipful, exploring with familiar tenderness, palm gliding over hip, waist, the sensitive skin beneath her ribs.

Victoria’s heart, if it still beat, would have swelled with overwhelming joy. Innocent trust shone in her eyes as she gazed at Heidi, her own hands exploring in return: fingers threading through her dark hair, tracing the elegant column of Heidi’s throat.

— You mean that?— she breathed, voice thick with genuine emotion. Tears of venom welled at the corners of her eyes, not from sorrow but from the profound safety she felt.

— Because I believe you with everything I am. You make me feel… whole.— She kissed Heidi again, deeper this time, pouring her innocent faith into it bodies moving in a slow, synchronized rhythm, hips rolling gently against each other, hands mapping every beloved inch as if memorizing eternity.

Heidi smiled against her lips, pulling back just enough to whisper more. — Feel it in my touch, then. Every time I hold you like this, I’m promising again. No danger in this world, will separate us. We’ll hunt together, laugh with our sisters, and return here to this bed where only our love exists. You are my destiny, and I am yours. Forever.—

Her words flowed subtly, layered between kisses along Victoria’s collarbone and the possessive press of her palm against Victoria’s lower back, drawing their bodies even tighter.

Soft sighs filled the chamber, Victoria’s genuine, heartfelt murmurs of — I love you— mingling with the crackle of the fire and the rustle of silk sheets. The cool slide of immortal skin, the lavender-scented warmth, the absolute vulnerability and trust radiating from Victoria’s open expressions and eager responses.

The door swung open with a dramatic creak.

Anne stood framed in the doorway, arms crossed, one eyebrow arched in mock exasperation. Her dark hair was pinned neatly, ready for the night.

— Oh, for the love of whatever gods still bother with our kind, you two are just… horrible.— Anne’s expression could be described as disgust, but a soft grin totally debunked that theory.

Heidi chuckled softly and hid her face on Victoria’s shoulder.

— Hilda says it’s time.— Anne continued. — The moon is high, the city roads are ripe with travelers, and the rest of us have been waiting while you two renew your quiet promises like the world outside doesn’t exist.—

Despite her words, Anne’s tone carried deep fondness, a sisterly warmth that never judged.

She had turned Victoria years ago, pulling her from suffering into this family. Seeing her sister so openly adored only strengthened the coven’s bonds.

Victoria groaned playfully, arching her neck backwards against the bed frame, Heidi placed one last lingering kiss on her collarbone.

— Must we? The night can wait five more minutes.— Victoria complained.

Anne chuckled. — Tell that to Hilda. She’s got that look, the one that says ‘sisters first, romance second.’ Come on, lovebirds. The hunt calls.— She turned a round in a fast, smooth movement and closed the door behind her.

Heidi sat up slowly, sheets pooling at her waist. She cupped Victoria’s face once more, eyes still burning with the weight of her subtle vows.

— Later.— she promised, voice low and heated with lingering desire. — When we return fed and triumphant, I will keep every word I just spoke. This bed will be ours again. I swear it on our bond.—

They rose together, unashamed in their closeness. Heidi helped Victoria into her dark hunting gown, fingers brushing deliberately along her spine as she tied the laces, stealing a quick, loving kiss to her shoulder.

Victoria turned, catching Heidi’s hands and lacing their fingers tightly. The touch grounded them both, physical proof of the promises just renewed.

Downstairs in the grand hall, with its long oak table and flickering candles, the full coven had gathered. Hilda stood tall and regal. Mary sharpened a small blade with quiet focus, while young Noela bounced on her heels, newborn energy barely contained.

Hilda’s eyes softened at the sight of the intertwined couple. — There you are. Our hearts beat as one tonight, sisters, especially you two. Your love reminds us why we fight for this family.—

Victoria squeezed Heidi’s hand, emotion swelling: gratitude, joy, the deep certainty that their romance elevated them all. — We’re ready.— she said, voice steady. — Together.—

They slipped into the misty night like shadows, the manor fading behind them as they raced toward London’s outskirts. The hunt was their ritual, their proof of sisterhood.

Hilda led with sharp instincts, scanning the darkened roads. — Spread out but stay close.— she instructed, voice calm. — Mary, your awareness, scout the edges. Noela, lend your strength if prey scatters. Anne, precision as always.—

Victoria and Heidi moved as one, hands brushing constantly. Victoria’s gift hummed self-preservation making her body react before danger formed. — I feel the wind shifting.— she murmured to Heidi. — A group ahead. Stay behind me if anything feels wrong.—

Heidi nodded, stepping forward with graceful confidence. Her allure washed outward like invisible silk. — Come to us.— she whispered to the merchants, drawing them in willingly.

The coven struck in perfect harmony Mary herding, Noela pinning, Anne precise, Victoria protecting in flashes of speed. They fed with shared laughter and triumph.

Their sisterhood wasn’t mere alliance; it was emotional armor. Each woman’s past pain had been transformed into fierce unity. They were exceptional because they cared.

But Hilda suddenly froze. — Wait… sisters, something is wrong. The air feels heavy. Like eyes watching.—

Victoria’s instinct flared. — Heidi, stay by me—

Two small figures appeared out of the shadows: Jane and Alec.

Jane smiled. — Good evening fellow sisters.— Her gift lashed out excruciating pain crashing into Anne.

Anne screamed, convulsing. — It burns—make it stop! Sisters—!—

— Anne!— Victoria roared, terror exploding in her chest. She launched forward, but Alec’s darkness swallowed everything. Blind panic clawed at her. — No! Not her! Heidi, where are you?!—

The others charged. Hilda commanded: — Protect Anne! Together!—

Then Aro’s voice cut through: — That’s enough, children.—

The sensory darkness lifted abruptly. The fighting halted under the sheer weight of his presence. Aro stepped into the clearing, his crimson robes whispering against the leaves, flanked by elite guards whose eyes gleamed with disciplined hunger.

His expression held a theatrical touch of regret, but his ancient red eyes sparkled with calculated interest as they swept over the coven, lingering especially on Heidi.

Victoria stumbled to Heidi’s side, grabbing her hand in a tight, trembling grip. Relief flooded her at the touch, her innocent heart clinging to the vows they had renewed just hours ago.

— Heidi… you’re here. We’ll get through this. Together, like you promised.— Her voice was thick with emotion, fear mixed with genuine faith that their destined love could shield them.

Aro tilted his head, smiling gently as if addressing wayward daughters.

— Ah, Hilda. And your charming little sisterhood. We have watched your growing coven with interest. You have built something… remarkable here in these English mists. A sanctuary of women, bound by trauma and affection. Touching, truly. But therein lies the issue.—

He gestured gracefully with one hand.

— Your numbers, your open hunts near London, they draw whispers. Humans speak of strange disappearances, of alluring women who vanish into the night. We Volturi exist to maintain the secrecy of our kind. Such attention risks us all. Laws are not suggestions, dear ones.—

Hilda pushed forward, positioning herself protectively in front of her sisters, her face pale but resolute. Deep sorrow etched her features, the weight of a leader who had turned these women out of pity, only to see their hard-won peace threatened.

— Aro, please. Hear me. We have lived discreetly. We harm no one beyond necessity. Take me instead. I offer my life freely, my thoughts, my leadership, everything. Spare my sisters. They have endured enough cruelty in their mortal days and now in this immortal one. Let them keep the manor, their bond. I beg you.—

Her voice cracked with raw vulnerability, venom tears glistening as she extended her hand in submission.

Victoria’s chest tightened with a whirlwind of emotions: admiration for Hilda’s selflessness, terror clawing at her throat, and a fierce, protective love for Heidi that made her squeeze her mate’s hand harder.

— Hilda, no… don’t do this. We can run, we’ve always been stronger together!—

Innocent hope still burned in her words, the belief that loyalty and love could sway even kings.

Aro touched Hilda’s offered hand briefly, reading her thoughts with a faint sigh.

— Noble. Selfless. But unnecessary, I’m afraid. Your coven’s size alone warrants correction. And certain gifts…— His gaze fixed on Heidi with unmistakable hunger. — Heidi’s allure is exquisite. It could serve Volterra greatly, luring sustenance without effort. She would be… valued.—

Heidi stiffened beside Victoria, conflict flickering in her hypnotic eyes for the first time. But Victoria, still wrapped in trust, whispered fiercely, — We won’t let them take you. Remember your vow, us forever, no suffering could separate us.—

At Aro’s subtle nod, Jane unleashed her gift fully on Hilda. The scream that ripped from their leader was horrific, soul-shattering, endless agony as invisible fire consumed her from within.

Hilda collapsed, body jerking and twisting violently on the forest floor.

— Sisters… run… now!—

Each word was punctuated by gasps, her regal poise shattered into pure torment, the deep maternal bond she felt for them all laid bare in her final suffering.

Chaos erupted again. The guard descended like a storm. Mary’s heightened senses couldn’t save her as a massive warrior tore her head from her shoulders mid-charge, her last expression one of defiant loyalty. Noela’s newborn strength roared in a furious cry before multiple guards overwhelmed her, ripping her apart with brutal efficiency; her young screams echoed the lost innocence of her turning.

Anne, still weakened and convulsing from residual pain, reached weakly toward Victoria. — Vic… protect… each other…— before her body was dismantled, the sisterly love that had saved Victoria once now severed forever.

Victoria fought like a demon possessed, her survival gift pushing her speed to blinding limits. She tore into one guard, claws sinking deep, roaring with grief and rage. — You monsters! They were everything to me! They were everything I had left!—

Tears streamed down her face as each loss carved deeper wounds: the sisterhood that had healed her human scars, the laughter, the acceptance of her love for Heidi, all shredded before her eyes. Panic and profound loss mixed with desperate determination to reach Heidi.

In the end, the elite numbers proved too much. The night filled with the sickening sounds of marble flesh tearing, venom hissing like acid rain, and the fading echoes of sisterly cries. When the violence stilled, only two figures remained standing amid the carnage of scattered limbs and blood-soaked leaves: Victoria and Heidi.

But before Victoria could react, Jane unleashed her gift directly at her. Excruciating pain erupted through every fiber of Victoria’s being, like white-hot fire pouring into her veins, burning through nerves that should have been immortal. She screamed, collapsing to her knees in the leaves, her body convulsing violently.

— Make it stop! Heidi!— The agony was layered, not just physical but emotional, ripping open every memory of their shared nights, their renewed vows, the sisterly laughter that now felt like ghosts.

Alec raised his hand, layering sensory darkness over the pain, disorienting her further. Victoria thrashed blindly, survival instincts firing uselessly against the elite twins.

— Heidi! Where are you?! Don’t leave me— you promised! You said you’d give your immortal life for me… that nothing would tear us apart!—

Through the haze of torment, Victoria saw Heidi lunge forward with desperate speed. — No! Stay away from her!— Heidi roared, her voice fierce with protective love. She blurred between Victoria and the twins, the tears of suffering were streaming over her face while shoving Jane back with raw strength born of their mate bond.

— She’s mine, You won’t take her from me!— For that brief, shining moment, Heidi was everything Victoria had believed in: the lover who would give her all to protect her, her companion for eternity, the woman whose touch had made her feel safe and whole. Heidi’s hand reached back, gripping Victoria’s arm tightly. —Hold on, my love. I’m here. I won’t let them! —

Chelsea stepped forward silently from behind the kings, her expression calm and focused. The Volturi witch extended her subtle gift, the power to manipulate emotional bonds and loyalties like threads in a tapestry. Invisible to the eye but devastating in effect, it wove into Heidi’s mind, twisting the deep mate bond she shared with Victoria. What had been pure, destined love began to fray and redirect. Loyalty to the coven, to Victoria, to their lost sisters, warped under Chelsea’s influence, reshaping into allegiance to Aro and the Volturi’s promise of power, safety, and purpose.

Heidi’s grip on Victoria’s arm loosened. Her body went rigid, eyes glazing over as conflicting emotions warred across her face. — Victoria… I… I can’t…— Her voice trembled, the words strained as Chelsea’s manipulation took deeper root.

Victoria, still writhing in Jane’s unrelenting pain, looked up with wide, shocked eyes. The innocence that had defined her only moments ago shattered like fragile glass.

— Heidi? What’s happening? Fight it, please! You said you’d protect me, that it would be the two of us forever. No pain could separate us. You promised!—

Her voice broke into a sob amid the agony, body jerking as fresh waves of fire coursed through her. The betrayal cut deeper than Jane’s gift, a soul-deep wound that made the physical torment feel secondary.

— Don’t do this… you’re my mate. My everything. I believed you. I still believe in us, don’t leave me here alone!—

Heidi turned slowly, her hypnotic, violet eyes now cold and conflicted, Chelsea’s control winning.

She released Victoria’s arm completely and stepped back towards Aro.

— I… I’m sorry, Victoria. They offer survival. Purpose. My gift… it’s valuable to them. Staying with you means death for both of us.—

The words sounded hollow, forced through the manipulated bond, but they landed like daggers. — I can’t fight for this anymore. Not even for us.—

Victoria’s scream was no longer just from physical pain. It was the sound of a heart breaking eternally, a genuine, innocent soul watching the one person she trusted most in the world turn away.

— You promised! You said you’d give your immortal life for me! That no suffering would ever separate us!—

Tears poured freely as she crawled weakly toward Heidi, only for Alec’s darkness to deepen and Jane’s pain to spike.

— Heidi!! don’t walk away! I love you… Please don’t leabe me here. Please… remember our sisters. Remember me.—

Aro smiled faintly, satisfied. — Chelsea’s work is exquisite, as always. Heidi, come. Your place is with us in Volterra now.—

— Yes master…— She responded without emotion, the hypnosis had taken over and was impossible to get out of.

Despite the intensity of the power Chelsea had on her in that moment, Heidi hesitated one final second, a flicker of old pain crossing her face as she looked at Victoria’s broken form. But Chelsea’s gift held firm. She turned fully and walked towards the Volturi without another word, leaving Victoria alone in the carnage.

They departed like ghosts into the mist, taking Heidi with them. The forest fell into a deafening silence broken only by Victoria’s ragged, unnecessary breaths.

She remained on her knees among the scattered remains of her sisters, the pain from Jane’s gift slowly fading from her body, but the deeper agony had only just begun. It started as a hollow ache in her chest, as if cold heart had been physically ripped out. Every whispered vow Heidi had made earlier that night replayed in cruel clarity, but in the end, any word that was said, any promise that was made… nothing mattered anymore.

Betrayal crashed over her in relentless waves. The woman who had kissed her so tenderly only hours ago, the one whose hands had mapped every inch of her body with reverent promises, had turned away, turned her back on her. The mate bond, once a golden thread connecting their hearts, now felt twisted and severed, leaving behind a raw, bleeding emptiness.

Abandonment swallowed her whole. She was alone. Truly, devastatingly alone. The sisters who she considered family. The manor that had held their laughter and intimacy now stood cold and empty. And Heidi, her Heidi, her destined one, was alive somewhere, breathing, existing… but no longer hers. The worst part was the love that refused to die.

Even as venom tears poured down her face, Victoria’s heart still reached for the woman who had betrayed her.

For the first time since she was turned, she felt small, like the abused human girl she once was, only this time the wound was eternal. Nothing in immortality had prepared her for this: losing the love of her life while that love still walked the earth, bound to her enemies. The betrayal carved itself into her very being, feeding the paranoia and vengeful fire that would define her for centuries.

Nearly a century later in 1669

The dense forests were alive with rain and the thick scent of pine, blood, and fear. Victoria moved like a living flame through the trees, her red hair whipping behind her as she hunted with James. Their bond was nothing like the tender, sisterly love she had once shared with Heidi. This was intense, obsessive, almost feral, a dark, kinky obsession that consumed them both. They craved each other as much as each other’s bodies. Pain and pleasure twisted together until they couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

James circled a group of hikers with a predatory grin, his blond hair damp, eyes locked on Victoria with that familiar, possessive hunger. — They’re terrified already.— he growled, voice low and rough. — But I want to play with this one first. Hold him down for me, Vic.—

Victoria’s lips curved into a sharp, wicked smile as she blurred forward, slamming the strongest hiker against a tree with brutal force. James was on her in an instant, his body pressing hard against hers from behind as they worked together. His hand fisted in her red hair, yanking her head back so he could bite down on her neck, not to feed, but to mark, to claim. She moaned softly while smiling, arching into him, her nails raking down his chest hard enough to draw venom. — Harder.— she demanded, obsessed, addicted to the way he matched her darkness. — Make me feel it while we tear them apart.—

They fed in a frenzy of shared savagery, bodies brushing and grinding against each other between kills. James pinned her against a tree afterward, kissing her blood-smeared mouth with bruising intensity, his hands roaming possessively under her clothes.

— I love it when you chase me.— she smiled amused, arousal in her tone. She grabbed him by the jacket and in a fast movement, turned around, inverting the position, now it was her pinning him against the tree.

She started kissing his neck viciously while chuckling, amused and excited, smearing the blood from her lips all over his cold skin.

— Why don’t you go hide for me then?— James whispered against her ear. — And if I find you, I get to chase you without any remorse.—

The redhead looked up, another amused smile curving her mouth while trying to catch her breath. — Sounds like I won't be able to stop you.—

— You never will be able to stop me… you’re mine.— James grabbed her by the back of her neck and kissed her intensely once again, but short this time. — Now go, I’ll give you a 2 minute heads up.—

Victoria’s eyes flashed with dark excitement. She leaned in, biting James’s lower lip hard enough to draw a thin line of venom before pulling back with a wicked grin.

—Two minutes? You’re generous tonight.— she purred, her voice laced with challenge and obsession. She shoved him back against the tree one last time, nails dragging down his chest possessively, then blurred away into the dense, rain-soaked forest.

She ran hard, the thrill of the game igniting every dark corner of her soul. James’s obsession with her, and hers with him, turned the hunt into something addictive. The wind whipped her red hair as she wove between ancient trees, her survival instincts humming with both adrenaline and something deeper. She loved how he chased her like she was the only thing worth destroying the world for. It was violent. Consuming. Something she only did with him.

But as she pushed deeper into the woods, the trees began to feel wrong. Too familiar. The mist thickened, carrying an old, buried scent beneath the pine and rain. Her steps slowed. These weren’t the Pacific Northwest forests they had been hunting in moments ago. Somehow, fate had twisted the chase across continents and decades.

These were the woods.

The realization hit her like a blade between the ribs. The site of the massacre. The place where her entire world had been torn apart nearly a century earlier.

Victoria slipped silently off the main path, drawn forward by an invisible pull. Her feet knew exactly where to go. There, in a small clearing surrounded by towering ancient oaks, stood the tree. Weathered, scarred by time, but still standing.

She approached it slowly, fingers trembling as she reached out and traced the deep carvings she and Heidi had made so long ago: V + H inside a rough heart, surrounded by tiny symbols the sisters had added in moments of joy.

The bark felt cool and eternal beneath her fingertips. Melancholy crashed over her in a heavy wave, pulling her back into memories she usually kept buried. Firelight on silk sheets. Heidi’s soft whispers against her skin. The genuine, innocent love they had shared before betrayal had poisoned it forever.

Her thumb brushed over the ‘H’, lingering there. She pressed her forehead against the rough bark, eyes closed, letting the nostalgia and sorrow wash through her. Nothing hurt quite like this, mourning a love story that would never be completed. Losing someone who was still alive somewhere in the world, breathing, serving the Volturi, while she carried the ghost of what they once were.

— Victoria!— James’s voice cut through the trees like a whip, sharp and laced with that dangerous, obsessive hunger. He was close. — I can smell you, my flame. You’re not hiding well enough. Come out and face me.—

She didn’t move immediately. Her palm stayed pressed against the carved initials for one final second.

— Goodbye.— she breathed, the words heavy with finality.

James emerged from the shadows like a predator who had finally cornered his prey. His eyes darkened with intense possession the moment he saw her standing there, hand still on the tree. In a blur he was on her,slamming her back against the very same oak, one hand gripping her jaw firmly while the other pinned her wrist above her head.

— Found you.— he snarled, voice low and rough, forehead pressed aggressively against hers. — You think you can hide from me? I’d burn every forest on this planet to find you, Victoria. You’re mine.—

His mouth crashed against hers in a bruising, aggressive kiss, all teeth and raw, obsessive need. He bit her lip hard, then soothed it with his tongue, dominating the space as if he could erase whatever ghosts had touched her moments ago.

Victoria kissed him back just as fiercely, her free hand fisting in his blond hair and yanking hard, pulling him impossibly closer. Her nails dug into his scalp as she matched his aggression, breathing heavily between kisses.

He pressed his body harder against hers, pinning her completely to the tree, teeth grazing her throat in a claiming bite that left venom trickling down her skin. — Don’t ever forget who you belong to. Not even for a second.—

Victoria clung to him, matching his intensity, letting the violent, all-consuming love they shared drown the old scar once again. The fire in her eyes reignited as they finally broke apart, still tangled together, still obsessed. The past would always linger but James was her present.

Her dark, intense and obsessive forever.

[simpforvictoria]

OVER THE EDGE — James & Victoria x newborn reader (SMUT)

The cabin crouched deep in the Olympic Peninsula woods like a forgotten wound on the land, rough-hewn logs weathered gray by endless rain, roof sagging under moss and fallen needles, windows cracked but boarded from the inside. A single oil lantern flickered on the scarred wooden table, casting long, jittering shadows across the floor where old bloodstains had soaked into the grain.

The air hung heavy with damp earth, pine resin, and the faint copper tang that never fully faded no matter how many times they dragged the remains outside. Outside, rain pattered relentlessly against the roof, a constant, maddening drum that Y/N’s newborn ears picked up in excruciating detail.

Y/N paced the narrow room in tight, restless circles, her bare feet silent on the cold floorboards. They had locked her in again. The heavy iron bar slid across the door from the outside with that final, grating sound that always made something primal twist in her chest.

“For your own good, pretty,” Victoria had said earlier, cool fingers brushing Y/N’s cheek.

“Newborns destroy everything when the thirst hits. We’ll hunt quickly and bring something back for you.”

That had been hours ago. Maybe longer. Time fractured strangely now, every second stretched like taffy, every heartbeat she no longer had replaced by an endless burning.

The first weeks had been hell.

Y/N’s mind churned as she moved, fingers trailing the fresh grooves she had carved into the walls during previous episodes of frenzy. The turning itself was a blur of fire and screams. James’s precise bite at her neck, Victoria’s at her wrist, venom flooding her veins like molten glass. When she woke, the world assaulted her: colors too vivid, scents overwhelming, strength that could snap trees like kindling.

Victoria and James had taken her training seriously. James would release her for short “hunts” in controlled clearings, teaching her to track by scent alone, to move with the silent grace of a predator rather than a crashing newborn. Victoria drilled control during feedings: how to drain without wasting, how to stop before the blood haze took over. “Thirst is a tool, not a master.” Victoria would murmur.

They were good teachers. Cruel, possessive, but effective. Y/N was getting better at masking her presence, at channeling the power. But the other hunger… the one no one had properly warned her about… that was driving her literally insane.

Newborns burned. Not just for blood. The venom had rewired every nerve. Lust hit in crashing, unrelenting waves that left her thighs slick and her core aching emptily. While they were gone, Y/N had tried everything, but nothing helped. The sensitivity was torture. Fabric brushing her nipples felt like sparks. The cool air on her skin made her shiver with want. She kept imagining Victoria’s red hair spilling over her thighs, James’s hands pinning her down. The fantasies only made the frustration worse.

I’m going to lose what’s left of my mind, Y/N thought, cracking the table edge with her grip. They train me to leash the thirst, but this? I’m going to tear this whole fucking cabin apart if they don’t get back soon.

The sound of approaching footsteps snapped her out of it. The iron bar lifted. The door creaked open.

Victoria entered first, red hair damp from the rain, a smear of blood at the corner of her mouth. James followed, closing the door behind them.

Y/N stopped pacing and planted her hands on her hips, eyes flashing with newborn temper and pure sexual frustration.

— You took forever, — she snapped, voice sharp and bigmouthed. — What, did you two stop for a romantic stroll through the woods? Or were you too busy playing hunter and prey with each other while I sat here rotting? I could hear every damn raindrop like it was mocking me. —

Victoria arched a perfect eyebrow, shrugging off her jacket with deliberate grace.

— The hiker scattered. James insisted on quality prey for your training, — she replied calmly, though her golden eyes lingered on Y/N’s tense posture with growing interest.

James leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, that signature smirk already forming.

— Careful, sweetheart, — he drawled. — You sound awfully bold for someone who still needs locking up. —

Y/N let out a frustrated laugh, stepping closer but not quite reaching them. The ache between her thighs pulsed harder at the sight of them, blood-fresh, powerful, here. She couldn’t keep the mocking edge out of her voice.

— Bold? I’m losing my fucking mind in here. You two waltz off like immortal gods on a hunt while I’m stuck almost literally climbing up the fucking walls because my body won’t stop screaming for-… — She cut herself off, cheeks burning even though no blood flowed there. She shifted her weight, pressing her thighs together pointedly. She realised this was just embarrassing at this point.

— Never mind. Just… you smell like blood and rain and it’s making everything worse. I’ve been burning up for hours. Everything feels too tight, too sensitive. You trained me to control the thirst, but this other fire? You didn’t warn me it would make me want to climb up the walls. —

Victoria’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. She moved closer, cool fingers brushing Y/N’s arm. The light touch sent a visible shiver through Y/N.

— Ah. That fire, — Victoria murmured, voice dropping lower. — The newborn burn. I’m sorry we forgot to mention that, pretty. —

James’s eyes darkened with interest. He stayed by the door for now, watching the exchange with clear enjoyment.

— Well if she’s that needy…, — he said, voice roughening. — Vic… take care of our frustrated little newborn. I want to watch how bad it really is. —

— You don’t have to tell me twice…— she let out a dark, excited chuckle.

Victoria’s golden eyes gleamed with dark amusement while walking over to Y/N. She pulled her against her in a quick movement, cool hands sliding under Y/N’s shirt, palms pressing flat against overheated newborn skin. The contrast drew a sharp hiss from Y/N.

Y/N surged forward immediately, mouth crashing against Victoria’s in a hungry, demanding kiss. Her hands gripped Victoria’s hips hard enough to bruise a human, trying to push her back toward the mattress with newborn impatience.

But Victoria rapidly stopped her. She grabbed her neck with force and pulled Y/N’s lips away from hers.

— Enough talking, — Y/N growled against her lips, bigmouthed and needy. — I’ve waited hours. I want you now. —

Victoria chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating through their pressed bodies. She spun them with effortless grace, pinning Y/N against the rough wooden wall instead. One thigh slid between Y/N’s legs, pressing up with maddeningly light pressure.

— Why so impatient sweetheart? — Victoria whispered, lips brushing Y/N’s ear before trailing slow, cool kisses down her neck. Her fingers traced lazy circles just below Y/N’s breasts, never quite touching where she wanted. — You think you can just take what you need after mocking us? I’m going to enjoy this. —

Fuck, she’s torturing me on purpose, Y/N thought, hips rocking desperately against Victoria’s thigh. The friction was barely enough, sending sparks through her hypersensitive core but never satisfying the deep, throbbing ache.

Every nerve screamed for more, harder, faster, deeper. Victoria’s scent; wild berries, smoke, and fresh human blood, made her head spin.

Y/N tried again to flip them, newborn strength surging as she grabbed Victoria’s waist. Victoria allowed a brief struggle, their bodies twisting in a possessive tangle, red hair mixing with Y/N’s, limbs grappling. For a moment Y/N had the upper hand, pushing Victoria toward the mattress, mouth latching onto her neck with a needy bite that drew a low moan from the older vampire.

James smiled amused from the sofa while laying back comfortably. To him, seeing Victoria and Y/N fight over who was going to take the lead, was the most exciting thing he could imagine.

Victoria’s eyes flashed with possessive fire. In a blur she reversed their positions again, slamming Y/N down onto the mattress with controlled strength. She straddled Y/N’s hips, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand.

— Naughty newborn, — Victoria purred, leaning down so her red hair curtained them both. She rolled her hips slowly, grinding her core against Y/N’s through their clothes in deliberate, teasing circles. — You want it so badly, don’t you? But you’ll wait until I say. Feel how wet you already are for me. —

Y/N arched hard, a frustrated moan escaping as she bucked up against Victoria. The tension between them was electric, insane, every brush of skin, every grind, every shared breath charged with power and hunger. Victoria’s free hand slipped under Y/N’s shirt, pinching a nipple sharply before soothing it with her thumb, then repeating the torture on the other side.

— Vic, stop teasing, — Y/N snarled, voice breaking into a whine despite herself. She twisted her wrists, testing the hold, their bodies writhing in a possessive dance. — Oh fuck you Victoria.—

Victoria’s eyes darkened immediately, one of her hands now holding Y/N’s wrists together, making it impossible for her to get a grip on the redhead, and the other one pushing down on her neck.

— You better watch your mouth, newborn.— Victoria smirked in a dark and cunning way.

— Or what?— Y/N’s eyes instantly darkened, her jaw locked and she looked up at the girl who had her in a grip that made it impossible for her to escape, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t tease her back with her mouth. — Are you going to put me in my place?— her voice was mocking, but her eyes looked defying and full of desire.

James smirked excitedly a few meters away, observing them with rapt attention, waiting for either one of them to snap. He stayed silent for now, lounging back on the ripped sofa, letting his girls do their thing.

Victoria’s smirk widened, dark and dangerous, her fingers tightening just enough around Y/N’s neck to make the newborn feel the immortal strength behind them. Not enough to hurt, never that, but enough to remind her exactly who held the upper hand in this moment.

— Or what? — Victoria echoed mockingly, leaning down until her lips hovered barely an inch from Y/N’s.

Her hips continued that slow, torturous grind, pressing her core against Y/N’s clothed heat in firm, deliberate circles. — I’ll put you in your place, sweetheart. I’ll tease you until you’re begging so prettily that even James takes pity on you. Until it fucking hurts to breath and you can’t even remember how to talk back at me, because you really shouldn’t. —

Y/N’s dark eyes flashed with defiance and raw, burning need. The pressure on her neck sent sparks straight to her core, making her hips jerk up harder against Victoria’s. The friction was maddening, too much and not nearly enough. Her newborn body screamed for release, every nerve alight, her soaked folds aching to be filled.

— You won’t, — Y/N hissed, voice rough and bigmouthed even while pinned. She bucked wildly, trying to throw Victoria off, their bodies sliding and grappling in a heated tangle of limbs and snarled breaths. — You talk so big for someone who’s grinding on me like she needs it just as bad. Bet you’re soaked too, Vic. Bet you’ve been thinking about me like this during the whole hunt. —

Victoria laughed, low, husky, and full of wicked delight. She released Y/N’s neck only to rip Y/N’s shirt open with one sharp tug, exposing her breasts to the cool cabin air. Her mouth descended immediately, sucking one nipple hard while her fingers pinched and rolled the other, sending sharp jolts of pleasure-pain through Y/N’s hypersensitive body.

— You have such a filthy mouth, makes me wonder how good that must feel. — Victoria murmured against her skin, her eyes full focused on her bloody-red lips while smiling softly. Moments later she started biting down just hard enough to draw a gasping moan.

She ground down harder, the seam of their pants creating delicious friction, but never giving Y/N the full pressure she craved.

— Keep talking like that and I won’t let you come at all. I’ll edge you for hours while James watches you fall apart. —

God, she’s infuriating, Y/N thought, the newborn fire roaring through her veins. I need her now, both of them!

The frustration only made her wetter, her hips rolling up desperately to chase the maddening rhythm Victoria set.

— James, tell her to stop fucking around and give it to me, — Y/N demanded breathlessly, eyes flicking toward him with heated challenge even as Victoria kept her pinned and teased. — Or are you just going to watch me lose my mind all night? —

— Oh, I’m quite happy watching Vic taking care of that attitude of yours…— he drawled, voice thick with satisfaction. — She knows exactly how to handle a mouthy newborn. Keep fighting her. It’s beautiful. —

The struggle dragged on, their bodies a writhing, possessive tangle. Victoria kept Y/N pinned, teasing her entrance with two fingers, circling her clit, dipping just inside before pulling away again and again. Every time Y/N thought she might finally get relief, Victoria slowed or stopped, forcing her to chase the pleasure like prey.

Minutes stretched into an eternity of torment for the newborn. Y/N’s thighs trembled violently. Her core clenched around nothing, dripping and aching so badly it hurt. The defiance in her voice cracked, replaced by raw, broken desperation.

— Victoria… please… — Y/N whimpered, the fight finally draining out of her as pure desperation took over. She stopped struggling against the grip on her wrists, hips rolling up helplessly instead. — I can’t take it anymore. It’s too much. I’ll be good, I swear. Just fuck me. Let me come. I’m begging you. —

Victoria’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. She finally released Y/N’s wrists and shoved two fingers deep inside her in one smooth thrust, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot while her thumb pressed firmly on Y/N’s swollen clit.

— There she is, — Victoria purred, voice husky with triumph and her own arousal. — My desperate little newborn. You’re so pretty when you finally give in. —

Y/N cried out sharply, back arching clean off the mattress as Victoria fucked her with steady, deep strokes. The relief was overwhelming, but still not enough. Her walls clenched greedily around Victoria’s fingers, newborn strength making her impossibly tight.

Her eyes wandered off to James, who was still sitting meters away just enjoying the pain and pleasure she was going through.

She met his eyes instantly, his full focus was still on them, and for some reason, being watched by him turned her on so much more.

But seeing her looking at him with that desperate glare… that was his breakpoint.

James rose from the sofa in one fluid motion, shedding his shirt and pants as he crossed the room. His presence filled the space instantly, predatory and commanding.

— Enough, Vic, — he said, voice thick with lust. — Our newborn has suffered beautifully. She’s earned us both. —

Victoria’s smile turned wicked. She kept her fingers buried deep inside Y/N, still slowly pumping as James knelt on the mattress behind Victoria. He gripped Victoria’s hips, yanking her pants down just enough, and thrust into her in one powerful stroke.

Victoria moaned sharply, the force driving her fingers harder and deeper into Y/N.

— Shit — Victoria gasped, her rhythm faltering for only a second before she matched his brutal pace, fucking Y/N with her fingers in time with every deep thrust from behind.

Y/N’s eyes widened, a broken cry tearing from her throat at the overwhelming sensation. The sight of James claiming Victoria while Victoria’s fingers stretched and fucked her sent her spiraling.

— Oh god — Y/N moaned loudly, hands finally free to clutch at Victoria’s shoulders, nails digging in as she rocked desperately between them. — Please don’t stop, I need it so bad —

James reached around Victoria, his hand joining hers between Y/N’s thighs. His fingers found Y/N’s clit, rubbing tight, relentless circles while Victoria continued thrusting deep inside her.

— Good girl, — James growled, voice strained as he pounded into Victoria, forcing her deeper into Y/N with every snap of his hips. The combined stimulation, Victoria’s fingers curling inside her, James’s pressure on her clit, the raw sounds of their bodies moving together, shattered Y/N completely. She came with a broken scream, back bowing violently off the mattress as powerful waves of pleasure crashed through her newborn body. Her walls clamped down hard around Victoria’s fingers, soaking her hand and the sheets.

Victoria followed moments later with a throaty moan, clenching around James as the force of Y/N’s orgasm pushed her over the edge.

But moments later, Y/N’s voice could be heard again, a soft murmur made it’s presence just minutes after, while the three of them were still trying to recover their breaths.

— More… — she whispered hoarsely against his lips, already sounding greedy again. — I’m nowhere near done with either of you. —

Victoria chuckled softly, nipping at Y/N’s collarbone, while James’s smirk returned, his hand sliding down to tease between Y/N’s thighs once more.

— You’re so fucking greedy, — James murmured, voice rough with renewed hunger. — You’ll get more. On your hands and knees. Now. —

Y/N obeyed instantly, the newborn fire making her move with eager desperation.

She shifted onto all fours in the center of the mattress, ass raised invitingly. Victoria moved with fluid grace, positioning herself in front of Y/N, legs spread wide so her core was inches from Y/N’s hungry mouth.

James knelt behind Y/N, his hands gripping her hips with bruising immortal strength.

— Look at you, — James growled, voice low and commanding. — You’re going to take me deep while you taste her. —

Y/N whimpered, pushing back against him desperately.

— Yes James, please, fuck me, — she begged, voice muffled as she leaned forward and dragged her tongue slowly up Victoria’s slit, savoring the taste.

Victoria moaned softly, threading her fingers through Y/N’s hair and guiding her closer.

Victoria purred, rolling her hips gently against Y/N’s mouth. — Make me come on your face. —

James didn’t wait any longer. With one powerful thrust he buried himself to the hilt inside Y/N’s tight heat. The force pushed Y/N’s face harder into Victoria’s core, drawing a sharp, muffled moan from her.

James groaned, setting a brutal, punishing rhythm immediately. His hips snapped forward hard, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the cabin alongside the rain. Each thrust drove Y/N deeper between Victoria’s thighs.

Y/N cried out against Victoria’s pussy, the vibration making Victoria’s thighs tremble. She sucked with messy, desperate hunger, making Victoria roll her eyes back every time she could feel Y/N’s mouth close to her centre.

The newborn’s hair was fought for. Either Victoria was pulling it with force, pushing her face closer to her to increase the contact, or James was pulling it back to be able to grab her throat while thrusting into her, again and again.

James’s hand tightened around her throat, not enough to bruise but enough to make everything feel sharper, more intense. He leaned over her back, pounding into her even harder, his cock dragging against that perfect spot inside her with every stroke.

— You are such a good girl for me.— he rasped against her ear, voice dark and rough.

Y/N could only moan loudly in response, the vibrations shooting straight through Victoria. Victoria’s thighs started shaking around her head, her breathing turning into sharp, needy gasps as she fucked Y/N’s face faster.

— I’m so close, don’t you dare stop, — Victoria moaned, yanking Y/N’s hair harder to hold her exactly where she wanted her. — James, fuck her harder. Make her scream into me. —

James snarled and obeyed, slamming into Y/N with punishing force, his hips slapping loudly against her ass. The new angle made Y/N cry out against Victoria’s core, the sound muffled but powerful.

Her own orgasm built fast and brutal under the overwhelming sensations.

— Come for us, — James commanded, his grip on her throat and hip bruising. — Right now. —

Y/N shattered hard. Her scream was muffled against Victoria’s entrance as her walls clenched violently around James, her whole body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Victoria followed right after with a throaty cry, thighs clamping around Y/N’s head as she came.

James growled deeply, thrusting through the tight, pulsing heat a few more times before burying himself to the hilt inside Y/N and spilling deep inside her with a low, satisfied groan.

They stayed locked together for a moment, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. Slowly they collapsed onto the mattress in a messy tangle of limbs, Y/N sandwiched between them, still trembling from the intensity.

Y/N licked her lips, tasting Victoria, her red eyes still dark with newborn hunger as she looked between them.

— You are going to kill us.— Victoria said, her voice being a bit unstable still from the insane pleasure she had gone through just minutes before.

James let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating against Y/N’s back as he stayed pressed close behind her. His arm tightened around her waist, not demanding, just holding her steady between them.

— She’s not wrong, — he murmured, lips brushing the back of Y/N’s shoulder. — You’re burning through us tonight, pretty.—

Victoria shifted closer on Y/N’s front, her red hair spilling across Y/N’s chest like cool silk. She studied the newborn’s face for a moment, then reached up to gently brush sweat-damp strands of hair away from her forehead. Her touch was careful, almost clinical, but there was a quiet possessiveness in it.

— Breathe, — Victoria said softly, her voice regaining that smooth, commanding edge. — Your body is still adjusting. The fire doesn’t settle quickly after something that intense.—

Y/N shivered, the newborn sensitivity making every point of contact feel electric. She pressed back against James and forward into Victoria, instinctively seeking their cool skin to soothe the lingering heat under her own.

Victoria leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss to her collarbone, then another to the side of her neck, right over the old bite scar. She followed it with a slow lick, tasting the salt and remnants of their earlier frenzy.

— You did well, — Victoria murmured against her skin. — Took everything we gave you. But even a newborn needs a moment to calm down.—

They settled into a loose, protective tangle. James spooned Y/N from behind, one arm draped heavily over her waist, his hand resting possessively on her stomach. Victoria faced her, one leg thrown over Y/N’s thigh, her fingers tracing idle, soothing patterns along her side and hip.

No one spoke for a while. The only sounds were the steady rain on the roof and their quiet breathing. Victoria continued her gentle touches — brushing hair, stroking arms, pressing occasional cool kisses to Y/N’s shoulder and jaw. James stayed solid behind her, occasionally pressing his lips to the back of her neck or shoulder, grounding her with his presence.

— The hunger will ease a little soon, — James said eventually, voice calm and matter-of-fact. — Until then, we’ve got you. Just rest against us.—

Y/N let out a long, shaky breath and closed her eyes, letting their cool bodies anchor her. The newborn fire still simmered under her skin, but the gentle aftercare, their hands, their closeness, their quiet attention, helped dull the sharpest edges.

— Thank you, — she whispered hoarsely, pressing a soft kiss to Victoria’s collarbone before tilting her head back to brush her lips against James’s jaw.

Victoria hummed in response, her fingers continuing their slow, soothing path along Y/N’s ribs. James simply tightened his hold, a silent promise of protection and possession.

The three of them lay tangled together in the dim lantern light, the storm raging outside while inside the cabin they simply held their newborn, steady, attentive, and unyielding. Or well… tried.

[simpforvictoria]

A fever — James & Victoria x reader

The old cabin creaked softly under the weight of another Pacific Northwest storm. Rain drummed steadily against the tin roof, a constant, soothing rhythm that usually lulled Y/N to sleep nestled between her two mates. Tonight, or rather, this gray morning. It felt like an unwelcome companion to the ache settling deep in her bones.

Y/N shifted under the heavy quilt, her skin flushed and clammy. The fever had crept in overnight, turning what she’d dismissed as a minor scratch in her throat into something heavier. Her head throbbed in time with her pulse, and every breath felt just a little too warm.

James stood by the far window, arms crossed tightly over his chest. His golden eyes, usually bright with predatory amusement, were narrowed in clear displeasure. He hadn’t moved closer than ten feet since Y/N first mentioned feeling off. The hunter in him was restless, muscles coiled beneath his pale skin as if ready to catch any enemy he couldn’t see or scent properly.

— She smells different, Vic.— he said abruptly, voice low and edged with frustration. — Not like our mate.—

Victoria, who was laying next to Y/N, analysing every little movement she made, responded in a calm voice, trying to calm him down. — It’s just a cold, James. Humans get them all the time. It’ll pass in a few days.— Even though she was trying to calm him down, he could sense a slight tone of concern in her voice. — She’s going to be fine.—

He let out a short, sharp breath that wasn’t quite a laugh. — A few days?— James paced once, boots silent on the worn floorboards despite his agitation. He ran a hand through his messy hair, the same hand that could snap a tree branch without effort. “I hunt. I track. I end things. This… this is nothing I can chase down.—

Victoria crawled to the edge of the bed, her fiery red hair cascading over one shoulder like liquid flame. She watched James with that familiar sharp intelligence, the same calculating gaze she used when assessing escape routes or potential threats. Unlike her mate, she wasn’t pacing or growling. But the faint tension in her posture revealed her own quiet unease. Vampires didn’t get sick. Humans did. And their third, their warm, fragile Y/N, was a reminder of just how different their worlds remained.

— James.— Victoria said calmly, her voice carrying the faint lilt of her long-ago human accent. — Pacing isn’t helping her. Or you.—

He shot her a look, half irritation, half something vulnerable he rarely showed. — And what exactly am I supposed to do, Vic? Stand here and watch as she dies? She’s burning up and I can’t do a damn thing about it.— His jaw clenched. For a moment, the cocky tracker who had once thrilled at the chase looked genuinely lost. He took one hesitant step toward the bed, nostrils flaring at the fever scent, then stopped short and turned away again. The distance he put between them stung more than the headache.

Y/N opened her eyes softly, reached out a trembling hand and spoke with a soft voice, due to the lack of physical force she was feeling. —James… it’s okay. Come here.—

He hesitated, fingers twitching at his sides. The anger wasn’t directed at her, it was at himself, at the helplessness clawing at his instincts. — I don’t want to make it worse.— he muttered. — What if I can’t control— He cut himself off, shaking his head sharply before walking back to the kitchen area. Anything to move, to keep himself distracted from the fact that his mate was sick.

Victoria sighed softly, a very human sound for someone who hadn’t needed to breath in over a century. She slid closer on the mattress, her cool body a blessed contrast to Y/N’s overheated one. She hugged her softly, trying to get her mate's body temperature down without underheating her. Her gentle fingers brushed damp strands of hair from Y/N’s forehead, lingering there to gauge the heat.

— You’re too warm.— Victoria murmured. Her touch was careful, almost reverent, the same protective precision she used when shielding their little trio from the world. — Let me take care of you.—

Y/N leaned into the cool palm, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. — That actually feels very nice.— She chuckled softly, finally feeling some relief from her body fighting a virus that made her feel like she was being burned at the stake.

A small, rare smile touched Victoria’s lips. She adjusted the quilt, tucking it loosely around Y/N’s shoulders before stroking slow, soothing patterns along her arm. — I remember these things from before.— she said quietly, almost to herself. — When I was human. My sister always used to take care of me when i was sick, she had ways. Herbs. Simple things that eased fevers when doctors were useless or too far away.—

James paused his restless movements to listen, golden eyes flicking toward them. He didn’t come closer, but he didn’t leave the room either.

Victoria continued, voice steady and low, the strategist planning her next careful move. — We’ll start with what we have here. Then you-...— she glanced meaningfully at James, — go into town for proper human medicine.—

He bristled visibly. — I’m not leaving her like this.—

— You are.— Victoria replied firmly, though not unkindly. — Because standing there growling helps no one.— She looked at Y/N with a soft smile.— She’s under my care James, I won't let anything happen to her.— Her head slowly turned back to him to lock eyes within a second. — She needs fever reducers, something for the aches, and perhaps broth if her stomach settles. Go. Be useful, my hunter.—

James stared at both of them for a long beat, the man warring with the mate who hated being separated. Finally, he crossed the room in two long strides and stopped beside the bed. His hand hovered over Y/N’s before he let it rest lightly on her wrist, thumb tracing the too-warm skin with unexpected tenderness.

— Don’t get any worse while i’m gone...— he ordered gruffly, though his eyes betrayed the worry. — I’ll be fast. I promise.—

Y/N squeezed his fingers weakly. — Be safe.—

He gave a short nod, something like his usual smirk attempting to surface but falling flat. Then he was gone in a blur, the cabin door clicking shut behind him with barely a sound.

The room felt quieter without his restless energy. Victoria turned her full attention to Y/N, helping her sit up against the pillows. — He’ll return soon enough. In the meantime, let’s see what I can remember.—

She moved to the small kitchen with graceful efficiency, gathering dried herbs James had brought back weeks ago, pretty things he’d called them after a scouting run, never imagining they’d serve this purpose. Willow bark, elderflower, bits of mint and chamomile. She measured by memory and instinct, boiling water in an old pot on the wood stove. The scent that rose was earthy and bitter, familiar in a way that tugged at long-buried human recollections.

Y/N watched her work, the simple domesticity soothing despite the fever. Victoria’s movements were precise, never wasted, much like how she planned their safe routes or read threats in a crowd. But there was softness there too, reserved only for her mates.

When the brew was ready, Victoria returned to the bed and helped Y/N sip it slowly, one arm wrapped securely around her shoulders. — It won’t taste pleasant.— she warned with a faint smile, — But it helped me escape death several times when i was a child, small sips.—

Y/N grimaced at the bitterness but drank anyway, leaning heavily into Victoria’s cool side. — Thank you. For this. For not… panicking like him.—

Victoria’s fingers resumed their gentle stroking through Y/N’s hair. — I’ve seen enough fragility in my existence to know panic solves nothing. James hunts shadows when he’s worried. I prefer quiet action.— She pressed a cool kiss to Y/N’s temple, lingering. — You are ours. We adapt to you.—

Time passed in a haze of rain and low voices. Victoria spoke softly of old memories, tales of her change or nomadic life with James, but smaller things. The way wildflowers grew near her childhood home. How her sister hummed while brewing remedies. Quiet stories that wove comfort around them like another blanket.

Y/N dozed fitfully, waking to Victoria’s cool cloth on her forehead or a gentle adjustment of pillows. At one point, Victoria even hummed an old, half-forgotten tune, her voice low and soothing.

The door opened sometime later, James, hair slightly tousled from the rain and speed, clutching a plastic bag from the nearest pharmacy like it was a hard-won quarry. Water dripped from his jacket onto the floor, but he paid it no mind.

He set the bag down with more force than necessary and approached the bed immediately this time, the earlier distance eroded by his run. — They had a dozen options. I took the strongest looking ones.— He fumbled with the boxes, clearly out of his element with human packaging, tearing one open with a bit too much strength. A pill bottle nearly cracked before Victoria’s calm hand steadied his.

— Calm down.— she murmured, a hint of amusement in her crimson eyes. — Let me show you.—

Together they coaxed Y/N to take the medicine. James sat on the edge of the bed now, no longer pulling away. His arm draped carefully over Y/N’s waist, anchoring her between them. The frustration still lingered in the set of his shoulders, but it had softened into something more protective.

— Stupid human bodies.— he grumbled, but there was no real heat in it. His free hand brushed Y/N’s cheek, testing the fever. — Why cant we just turn her?—

Victoria threw an annoyed glance at him, they have had this conversation before. — It’s too early James, you know this.—

— Yeah, yeah, only in case of emergency…— He rolled his eyes, annoyed by the treaty he held with the two women in his bed.

Y/N laughed weakly, the sound drawing a reluctant half-smirk from him. — You like that I’m human, though. Admit it.—

James leaned in, pressing his forehead gently to hers, careful, so careful. — Maybe. Makes chasing you more interesting.— The playful hunter peeked through, tempered by worry.

Victoria watched them both with quiet satisfaction, her hand resting on Y/N’s arm. She slipped away briefly to warm more of the herbal brew and prepare a light broth from supplies in the cupboard, nothing fancy, but nourishing. When she returned, the three of them settled into their familiar tangle on the bed: Y/N in the middle, cool vampire bodies on either side drawing away the fever’s heat.

Hours blurred. James told stories, exaggerated but harmless ones about tracking deer or outrunning storms, to distract from the aches. Victoria read aloud from an old, dog-eared book they’d found in the cabin, her voice steady and rhythmic. Every so often one of them would check Y/N’s temperature with cool touches or adjust blankets.

As the medicine and herbs began to work, the fever eased. Y/N’s breathing grew deeper, more restful. James’s restlessness finally calmed; he traced idle patterns on her arm, the same fingers that could kill with ease now offering nothing but gentleness.

— You scared me.— he admitted quietly during a lull in the rain, voice rough. — Didn’t know what to do with that.—

Victoria reached across to squeeze his hand. — None of us did, at first. But we learn. For her.—

Y/N stirred, nestled safely between them. — I’m lucky to have the both of you.—

The afternoon stretched into evening. They talked of nothing and everything, future quiet nights, places they might drift to when Y/N felt stronger, small hopes for their unusual mated life. James eventually fetched more wood for the fire, moving with his usual grace but checking on them every few minutes. Victoria prepared another dose of medicine with practiced ease.

By nightfall, Y/N was propped up between them, sipping broth while James dramatically complained about “human healing being too slow” and Victoria quietly corrected his exaggerations with dry wit. Laughter came easier now, filling the cabin alongside the crackling fire and distant rain.

After a while, when they noticed Y/N’s stable breathing and soft heartbeat, they noticed she had peacefully dozed off again and decided to slip out of the bed and sit together on the armchair a few meters away from where Y/N was resting. 

Victoria’s legs draped over his thighs as she wrapped herself around him. Her arms looped around his neck, chest pressed to his, while his hands rested possessively on her waist, holding her close. From this vantage point they could watch over Y/N without hovering too closely, giving her space to rest while still keeping her in sight.

The firelight painted soft shadows across Y/N’s sleeping face. Even flushed with fever, she looked beautiful to them, delicate, precious, and theirs.

James’s voice was low, barely above a whisper. — Look at her… fighting so hard.—  His thumb stroked slow circles on Victoria’s lower back. — We could end this tonight. One bite and she’d never be this weak again.— 

Victoria turned her head and kissed him softly, slow and lingering, before pulling back just enough to rest her forehead against his. — It’s too early, James. You know it is. Her body needs more time to strengthen naturally.— 

He kissed her again, deeper this time, a quiet exhale of frustration lost between their lips. When they parted, both sets of eyes returned immediately to Y/N, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest.

— I hate seeing her like this.— he murmured, pressing another soft kiss to the corner of Victoria’s mouth. —  Every time her breathing changes or her heart stutters… I just want to turn her. Make her safe. Make her ours forever.— 

Victoria smiled gently against his jaw, kissing him once more, tender and reassuring. — I know. I feel it too. But we agreed, only if it becomes life-threatening. She’s still human, and she’s still fighting. We have to trust her strength a little longer.—  

They stayed like that, wrapped around each other, trading slow, comforting kisses while their attention never fully left the bed. Every few moments one of them would tense slightly at a small sound or shift from Y/N, ready to move in an instant if the fever worsened.

Eventually, Y/N stirred. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, heavy and unfocused. She blinked toward the armchair, a small pout forming on her lips.

— …Why are you two all the way over there?—  she complained, voice raspy and tired. — The bed feels empty and cold without you… and im sick.— 

Victoria smiled softly at James, finding enjoyment in the way Y/N called for them, needed them. James smiled back and made the first move to stand up. 

A few minutes later, both of them were back, laying next to Y/N, cooling her body down within seconds and giving her this physical peace she so much needed to feel. 

It was in that very moment where she realised, she wanted it to be like this forever.