The morning sunlight filtered into the Salvatore kitchen, casting a cozy warmth over the breakfast table as Naira sipped her tea. But the peaceful morning didn't last long—Damon and Stefan, arms crossed, were ready to grill her.
"So," Damon started, leaning over the table, "you and Klaus, huh? Quite the... match." His words dripped with sarcasm, and he raised an eyebrow, waiting for her reaction.
Naira raised an eyebrow back, unfazed. "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, casually reaching for her toast.
Stefan sighed, looking like he was both amused and a little distressed. "Naira, you're, well...you're our little sister, and Klaus is—"
"Exactly what you're thinking, Stefan," Damon interrupted with a laugh. "The big, bad hybrid who's caused us years of trauma, and now our innocent, sweet Naira has a crush on him."Naira rolled her eyes, cheeks flushing. "Oh, please, you two act like he's just some monster. He's... complicated, yes, but he's got his good side."
Damon snorted. "Complicated? Try sociopath with a hint of homicidal mania. That's his good side."
Naira couldn't hold back a smirk, meeting Damon's sarcasm with her own. "I don't know... you'd make a great duo. Homicidal maniac and king of snark?"
Stefan shook his head, a small smile on his face. "Seriously, Naira. What do you see in him?"
Naira softened, remembering the night before. "When we're together, he's... just Nik. Not Klaus, not the 'hybrid menace.' Just him. He's gentle, and I know he cares."The brothers exchanged a wary look."Naira," Damon continued, a little softer, "we're not saying you can't like him or whatever. Just... don't forget what he's capable of."
Naira nodded, touched by his concern. "I know, Damon. But I believe that even he deserves a chance to be... loved, to be understood."
Stefan sighed, now feeling the weight of his sister growing up and even daring to find the good in someone like Klaus. "So, you really... care about him, huh?"Naira nodded, her voice soft, but determined. "Yes, I do."Stefan couldn't help but chuckle, an amused, almost pained smile spreading on his face. "Just... keep in mind that we're here, no matter what. And if Klaus does anything remotely insane..."
"Big brothers to the rescue?" Naira teased, grinning as she got up to pour more tea.
"Absolutely," Damon said, his tone a mix of teasing and genuine protectiveness. "Consider this your official 'I-don't-approve-but-I'll-pretend-to' breakfast."
Stefan sighed, shaking his head as a small smile crept onto his face. "Just...don't get hurt, Naira. That's all we ask."
"I won't," she assured them, smiling with a mixture of gratitude and warmth.
Meanwhile, in the dark dungeons under the Lockwood mansion, a figure stirred. Esther Mikaelson, mother of the Originals, had slipped from her enchanted coffin. Her intentions were unclear, but one thing was certain—
she was ready to reunite with her children. And this time, she would ensure they remembered who she was.
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Fanfiction"𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦...... 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣! " That was the last thing she remembered of her childhood...not even her name. She grew up too soon... but that little girl...
