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Will link to the other parts later for I'm on my phone uvu

This is a bit on the shorter side too, so sorry for it, but hope yall like it!!

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It has taken me a bit ^^u, but I'm back! For now at least hehe Hope you enjoy this lil thing (Pt. 1) TW forced transformation, kinda parental neglect?, light kidnapping, infantilization ------------------.* ✶  ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✧ ꒱ ˎˊ˗  ✶ *.------------------

Warm, warm, warm. Everything around you was so warm, and soft, you dare say almost perfect.

Emphasis on almost, as you felt hunger and thirst attacking you once again, not surprising thinking about your last meal, if it could even be called that, was sitting on the floor of your kitchen completely rejected by your body.

You tossed and turn between the blankets, feeling very out of it, when you opened your eyes everything seemed a bit blurry, suddenly becoming more aware of other factors, sweat covering your body, your clothes even if still they were soft, felt stiff in some parts too.

“Oh are waking up little one?” A chirp escaped as a response and your stomach started growling while you tried to sit up and focus on your surroundings. “Oh, you are hungry” The voice brings something near your mouth “Here”, you react before you identify what the object is, biting down on the object.

A white flash of hot pain flows from your mouth to the rest of your body, making you instantly let go with a screech, tears forming on your eyes. Whimper growing into sobs that wrack your frame while you cover your mouth. “What happened?! Are you okay?!? Let me see” Elias gets closer to you, and before you could try to retreat he holds your mouth and forces it open, inspecting the inside of it to see what happened. The situation made you cry harder, not even understanding yourself what happened.

You heard the door open and close, and someone getting close “Elias, what’s going on? What did you do?!” the newcomer left something on the ground near you and got close. They argued while you wailed, too deep into the pain and discomfort you were feeling to really focus on what they were discussing.

Elias let go of your cheeks, while Thomas took you and held you near his chest, softly rocking you while rubbing circles on your back.

"It's okay baby, shhhh. That big dummy forgot you are too little to get blood on your own, it's okay" the swaying motions worked, turning your wails into slow sobs, still feeling the ghost pain in your teeth.

He sat inside the nest, changing your position from hiding on his chest to sit on his lap, and brings a bowl with some type of mush in it " Now cutie, it's very important you eat, after all you need it to grow big and strong, yeah?" He takes a spoon of the mixture "Now, here comes the airplane~♥︎"

He brings the spoon near your mouth. Still feeling a bit uneasy from what just happened you really want to turn your head around and not bend to this childish treatment, but the instinct in you recognize it as food and doesn't think twice about accepting the treat.

Once it enters your mouth you completely forget what you were upset about, happily eating from the spoons. He giggles about your reaction and helps you until the bowl is completely empty.

You are satiated for the moment, the thirst is still there, but it feels very minor and you are able to ignore it. Thomas still plays with your hair.

"Love, come take them for a bit” Thomas stops playing with your hair and starts separating you from his chest “Now that they have some food on their stomach, we should do the transition”

Elias already sitting near you shifts "isn't it too soon? They look too weak still, shouldn't we wait a bit?" Even if his mouth was against it he still followed the command, taking you in his arms.

"Nonsense, the sooner the better. I want to sever any connection to that failure of a vampire that calls themselves their maker. I also can't wait to form a bond between us" You hear him putting the bowl down "Now, be a dear and put them in position, let me see where the bite is"

You can feel Elias's hands cradled you to his chest and baring your neck.

With some effort they located the two little holes that were almost healed. Thomas fingers caressed the side of your neck and you felt Elias holding you tighter, making you feel nervous. "W-what are you-".

"Shhh baby. Try to relax, I will be very fast, I promise" You feel a breath on your neck and them just blinding pain, very similar to the night of your turning, a cold started to spread in your chest and the side of your neck was burning. But unlike the last time it was also very painful, extremely so, as if he was ripping something from inside you.

You started to trash into Elias hold, screaming and crying, but unable to move even a centimeter in his hold. "I know baby, I know, it hurts very bad doesn't it? It's almost over " his words gave you no comfort whatsoever, and after a minute you felt yourself loosing strength. The little voice in your head that had been accompanying you since you woke up, was screaming with you but with way more urgency, clouding your mind and urging you to escape their hold. A final dying screech before it slowly began to lose power, until you couldn't feel it in your mind anymore. Leaving you not only feeling hollow, but also your nerves being raw, as if brutally yanked out of place.

When Thomas retracted his fangs from your throat you couldn't move a finger willingly, but your body softly twitching now and then, just quietly sobbing on Elias shirt while he kept whispering reassuring words.

"You were so brave baby, now just one more step to finish this, and then you can nap my little champion"

Elias carefully separated from you, allowing your face to be visible and holding you like a baby before their feeding. Even with your cloudy vision you could differentiate an arm getting closer to you. Thomas made a long cut on their wrist, letting their black blood start to flow. Quickly they put the wound on your lips letting the liquid pool in your open mouth.

Your body weakly took action, closing your lips on it and slowly, if a little desperately, drinking it down, it felt heavy on your stomach. But in a sick way, it was a reassuring heaviness, your eyes slowly closing while gulping down.

You were so very tired, and even if this experience felt somewhat worse than the first time, as you started to succumb to exhaustion, you felt... safe, a reassuring vibration coming from the chest you were laying on, and the hand that was caressing your hair. All made you feel almost content, just letting yourself go and mixing with the darkness of unconsciousness. ------------------.* ✶  ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✧ ꒱ ˎˊ˗  ✶ *.------------------

"Are you sure this was the best decision lover?" Elias said, still petting your head, your tearful face broke his heart and the thought that you were in pain wasn't very pleasant to him.

A little exasperated laugh escaped Thomas lips, chest still rumbling in contentment while holding you close. "Dearest, we talked about this. I know you think this was too much of a shock for them, but you got to understand, even if there aren’t many physical changes, we don't know how far along they are in their turning, if we waited more, maybe claiming them would have been impossible"

Elias sighs and scoots closer, peaking at you, cleaning the remnants of tears from your face, you looked so small curled up on his husband chest. He can't phantom why someone would leave such a cute kid all alone during this process. Even if the situation you all were in was less than ideal, he was very happy that at last Thomas and him were going to be blessed with a child. Their family slowly growing.

He kisses the cheek of his husband, smiling at him " I trust you, my heart, you know what's best" ------------------.* ✶  ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✧ ꒱ ˎˊ˗  ✶ *.------------------

You wake up with your mind feeling fuzzy, barely being able to open your eyes when a sudden feeling of distress and loss filled you, your instinct took over, looking for something with blurry vision, making you feel you were going to lose it if you couldn’t find it. The broken chirps started instantly and before a wail escaped you an arm appeared hugging you close and cradling you to their chest. “Did you wake up Pumpkin?”

You instantly latched on, almost clawing at his chest and trying to get closer. “Whoa! Hey buddy, I’m not going anywhere, calm down” The voice in your head quieting with his words. You still felt disoriented by the spiked rise of the emotions so suddenly just as you woke up.

A hand came to your head, combing your dirty hair back, making you relax further, the little instincts pushed you to lean more into that soft hand, it felt right. Someone brought their wrist near your lips, an irony smell hitting you and you gladly started to drink from it, filling you with contentment.

 You felt like you were going in and out of consciousness constantly, you remember drinking from one wrist, and next thing you knew you were being carried, your head resting in their shoulder, as they tried to get up from the place where you were laying on. Leaving that place got you a bit on edge, a whimper escaping you.

Again a hand came to your head, comforting you a bit “It’s okay baby, everything is okay” You could barely recognize the voice as being Thomas, “We are just going to the bathroom for a second okay? Someone needs a bath after all”

You again lost consciousness for a second, “waking” up as someone was drying your hair, feeling lighter that you have felt in weeks. It takes you a second but you sense that you are in that nest looking thing again. The two men are near you, talking between themselves as you are nodding off, the new clothes they put on you are soft and warm, and their presence reassure you and let you feel safe in their hold.

A bit of a look into your dynamic with Thomas

TW emotional distress, light yandere themes

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TW Yandere, forced transformation, in a way, kinda parental neglect?, light kidnapping ------------------.* ✶  ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✧ ꒱ ˎˊ˗  ✶ *.------------------ You open your eyes.

Everything is too much, the sounds, the smells, the lights. It feels like it's attacking every nerve in your being. You try to drown your discomfort by holding the ends of your soft sweater harder, is not really working, but at least it distracts you from that hollowness in your chest.

You close your eyes, leaning on the wall of the alleyway you are currently hiding in, letting the cold air of the night bring you some comfort.

It was the first time you were out of your apartment in a month, still being able to remember the night your life went to shit.

You were just finished the shift that you traded with a coworker, making decent money as a waiter in an upscale restaurant. And you were happy to go back to your apartment and proceed to past out on your bed.

That's when the sensation of being watched started. But you were in an active part of town, so you decided to just speed up your pace to get home and don’t really worry about it. After all, who would try to attack you with so many people around?

You felt confident on that decision, until someone grabbed your arm, and trying to look at the one doing it was the last thing you remember for a while. Next thing you knew you were sitting at a bar, in front of a drink that smelled way more flammable than drinkable.

You were just about to get up when a smooth voice captured your total attention. "Hey sweets, finish your drink, weren't you thirsty?" for some reason you couldn't really focus on the strangers face. But their eyes, those deep wine eyes stayed with you.

Swallowing, you thought your throat was very dry, and next thing you knew, you were downing a drink once, twice, until you lost count of how many glasses you had. When you next regained awareness you were in your bed, and everything was spinning.

"I think you are nice and ready for me Sweets?" The nice voice was with you, and something cold was sneaking around your chest, and it grabbed at the collar of your shirt, playing with it before tearing it open.

"A sweet lil' drink, just for me, how lucky" and with that, you felt your neck being stabbed twice, two sharp things buried themselves on you, and an explosion of pain assaulted your senses, your mouth locked in a silent scream as you could feel how your cheeks dampened by the tears and cold sweat from the pain.

A chilling coldness started to envelop you from your core, and slowly grew, overtaking every part in your body.

Weakly trying to fight the person on top of you, but being unable to do much, and the last thing you heard before being swallowed by darkness was a mocking laugh. .* ✶  ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✧ ꒱ ˎˊ˗  ✶ *.

The next time you woke up it felt terrible, your whole body hurt, and you felt in a constant state of fever, with a killer headache to seal the deal.

Everything felt too much, the clothes on you felt like sandpaper caressing your skin, you swear you could hear the water flowing in the pipes on the walls, the sunlight coming from your window felt way too bright and hot. It was overwhelming, but worst of all there was this hollowness in your chest that was growing and threatening to swallow you whole.

Something important was missing. You knew it in your bones but you couldn't determinate what. And that sensation was all consuming. Small sobs escaped from your dry throat and a broken kind of chirp came from your chest.

Just once.

And there was no answer.

That fact destroyed your declining mental state. Suddenly those strange sounds were cutting between your wails growing more desperate by the second.

The weird animal instinct inside you grew desperate for an answer that never came, you weren't sure how long you stayed there crying your eyes out until you tired yourself out enough to fall asleep. .* ✶  ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✧ ꒱ ˎˊ˗  ✶ *.

The next few weeks were nothing short from hell on earth.

Soon you felt hungry, and trying to stand up was a task of its own, you felt like you lost control of your motor skills, at the point that it felt like you were re-learning how to walk.

When you finally reached the kitchen, the humming of the refrigerator grating on your ears, and the smell of food both overwhelming and alluring to you. Almost in animal desperation you ate the left overs you had with gusto. When you felt satiated enough your eyes started to feel heavy.

That broken chirp coming back against your wishes, and a new wave of sadness enveloped you. A constant "scared, scared, alone" in the back of your mind. Dragging your tired body back to your bed while the tears threatened to fall down your cheeks. Picking a faint scent in one of the pillows in your bed, and your body launched itself to it. Bringing that stupid voice in the back of your mind to a stop. Some kind of relief washing down you, and with shaking hands you hugged the pillow closer, almost instantly falling asleep. .* ✶  ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✧ ꒱ ˎˊ˗  ✶ *. At some point of the week you accidentally destroyed your phone, too loud with pre-programmed alarms, it didn't survive being thrown at a wall.

It wasn't until the middle of the second week that things stopped being so overwhelming to the point of freezing you in place. Now they were just overwhelming enough to give you problems thinking, count your blessings right?

You decided to get rid of the uncomfortable clothes you were in, choosing a soft and fluffy sheep themed pajama that you usually saved for when it was really cold outside. But that cutesy white texture was the only thing in your closet that didn't make you want to crawl out of your own skin, plus it gave you some kind of comfort.

By the end of that week a thirst was starting to grow on you, but it didn't matter what you drank it wasn't satiated.

That was until the end of third week when you tried to cook something for yourself, it was a complete disaster. And you didn't finish even cooking the vegetables.

But after a crying fit you realized something smelled...... nice.

An odd thing to notice when you failed so miserably at cooking anything substantial, but trying to follow that lead you ended up in front of the block of raw meat that was finishing de-frosting on the counter. Its mere sight disgusted you, but your body was telling you to eat it, that you needed you satiate the thirst.

You resisted, even from the cloud that currently was your mind you started to think that you were starting to lose your mind to even consider doing it.

You cracked at the beginning of the fourth week, the thirst being just too much. Accompanied by pains all around your body and a realization of how sensitive your teeth and fingers started to become.

At the end of the fourth week you felt very out of it.

The scent that you found on your first week was completely gone from the pillow, a fact that every time you remember, you started to tear up about it.

Your food supply also slowly started to disappear until you had to resort to eating raw vegetables. Something that definitely was not sitting right in your stomach, if puking that morning was any sign.

That bring you to your predicament.

Looking like you were sick, your skin being flushed but looking very pale, your legs shivering from trying to stand up for a long amount of time. Red and puffy teary eyes that weren't focusing correctly on your environment. Hiding in an alleyway in your pajamas because you tried to go to the store to buy more food, but underestimated how overwhelming everything outside was.

The sights, the voices, the new smells made you feel very on edge and anxious.

Like you weren't safe.

Like you were lost.

Like you were so terribly alone.

That stupid sound bubbling inside you, while you tried to contain it. Biting your tongue and pushing it down as best you could. It's easy, you reminded yourself, just one foot in front of the other, and to go back to your apartment, food can wait till tomorrow.

While you were trying to hype yourself up, a sudden, overwhelming feeling started to cover you. As if you were being watched. Your breathing hitched and you tried to scan your surroundings to no avail. You can't hear anything out of the normal thing you were already hearing, but you are sure you felt something near you.

A sound cached your attention, but before you could even try to look for the direction it came from, someone grabbed you and pushed you against the end of the alleyway.

"Do they not teach you new-bloods any manners?"

A towering figure stands before you, broad shoulders and wavy dark blond hair, a full beard adorning an intimidating face. You can make out some scars in the hand that holds you by the collar of your shirt. Deep amber eyes pin you in place.

He has an air on him that screams danger.

The voice in your head telling you that you are completely outmatched by this man, internally screaming danger, danger, alone, scared, help-

"Hey, I'm talking to you" He says with an authoritative tone, making you snap out of your inner monologue and instinctively coil on yourself, or at least attempt to. His hand goes to your chin. Forcing your head to the side to get a better look at your neck “Really, who even is your maker-“

His eyes stay stuck looking at the fading mark that is barely visible at this point where the bite mark was made. You can feel him gaze scanning you from head to toe once more, and his grip on your collar started to soften.

He starts asking you more questions, one right after the other about things you don’t understand, too overwhelmed by everything happening, the adrenaline that was rushing through your body starting to disappear, the situation eerily similar at the one with the man that did this to you.

Your eyes filled with tears and those chirps came back full force, mixing with your whimpers and sobs.

Those sounds took the man by surprise, his eyes turning more soft and he let go of your shirt completely, and proceeds to lift you, cradling you to his chest and rubbing circles while shivers wreck your frame, your sobbing turning to all out wailing. “Hey, hey buddy it’s okay. I’m sorry if I scared you, I wasn’t expecting a kid like you being here all alone. Hell, you shouldn’t be here, period”

You feel terrified of this man, threatened even, but it has been so long since someone held you like this, your instincts fighting between the longing for security and comfort with the consuming fear of someone that you don't know getting closer to you. At the end you go almost in autopilot, nuzzling into his chest while trembling like a leaf.

He takes out his cellphone and starting to walk out of the alleyway. He calls someone, but you feel a bit out of it to really understand what was being said, just small parts, Thomas…surprise.... abandoned.... home..., drowned by the sounds of everything around you.

Yeah, you would like to go home, the sounds of the streets in the middle of the night are getting to you, and in reflex you try to hide deeper into the man's chest. A hand comes, running his fingers in your hair while he finishes his call.

"It's okay buddy, we are getting you somewhere safe" You feel tempted to trust him.

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After what feels like a blink you land on a balcony.

You feel less overwhelmed, this place is way more quiet, without overly bright lights or overwhelming sounds and smells, just the lingering scent of the man carrying you and another one that makes you squirm in place.

Now that your mind feels a bit clearer.  You don't even know the name of the guy that has been carrying you around like you weighted nothing.

"H-hey, uhm.." your voice feels scratchy from disuse. He turns to look at you, and smiles. before you can ask he answers" Elias" "What?" "My name, I'm Elias Cromwell, sorry little thing I haven't asked, what's your name?" He asks softly

You are a bit taken by surprise at being spoken so nicely from the guy that gave you quite a fright when you first encountered him. " I'm (Y/N). Can I ask, err, where are we?"

"Well kiddo, we are at my house. And you" He boops your nose "Are about to meet someone very special"

Elias slides the glass door to enter the house and instinctually you straighten up, the second scent that doesn't belong to Elias feels even more oppressive. You cling harder to him, almost clawing at his back, looking up at him in fear.

“Well, who is this cutie Elias?” A warm voice speaks from behind you, and you feel someone going to pick you up from Elias arms. You instantly start squirming in place, those annoying broken chirps start once again, you are scared, you just found someone to hold on to, and that security is being taken away from you, the tears start forming in your eyes, you hold on to Elias’s shirt while trying to bury your face into the crook of his neck “Woah! Hey buddy”. The tears start to prickle your eyes, for some reason you are way more emotionally sensitive than usual, and that little scare is almost enough to throw you into a crying fit. “Everything is okay kiddo, it’s just a friend, remember?”. After a bit of silence without an answer you hear the other person sigh and start walking away. You almost feel relieved until Elias starts to follow them. After a minute of walking, enough for you to, somewhat, calm down, you hear a door opening and you enter into a room, if outside felt that it wasn’t very bright, in here is way dimmer, just one light that give out a warm soft glow to the room, but not enough to really see well your surroundings. Elias sits on the center of the room and you feel the presence of his friend getting near you, a cold hand starts to softly scratch at your head, making you try to bury yourself deeper into Elias arms “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to scare you. Could you let me get a look at you?” The second voice asks.

You shake your head no, but feel how Elias starts to lower you down, you chirp again in a panic trying to hold on again, but before you can even try, a cold hand grabs yours while you are being sat on the soft floor. “There, there” Thomas hand comes up your cheek cleaning your tears as they fall. “There is nothing to be afraid of honey” He lets go of your hands and bring his hand to cradle your face, making you look up at him, he is smaller than Elias, slimmer too, long strawberry blonde hair framing an elegant face, a fanged smile directed at you, his eyes feel like they are swallowing you up, that bright vivid red almost shinning in the dim room, it makes the instincts in you try to get away, but his gentle hold turns a bit more forceful, holding you in place. “I know you are feeling fussy baby, but you need to start behaving, I won’t have any of my children behaving like brats” That gets you to freeze for a second, what does that mean? His child? But you are an adult! “Really, you should be grateful” He continues, not really carrying about the look of fear that crosses your eyes. “It’s obvious the vampire that was taking care of you, was doing a poor job at it. Just look at you! Almost just skin and bones” You did feel like you lost some weight, a bit expected seeing how your diet ended up the last weeks. “But everything is okay now” Elias says behind you, and pushes you a bit so you end up in Thomas lap. “You are home after all” Thomas says while hugging you.

You want to fight, you really do, but you are so tired, you have already been having a bad time on your own, and all the emotions from tonight are getting to you. The small voice in your head relishes in the fact that you are not alone anymore, even if you don’t know the people that are holding you so sweetly, but that can be a problem for the future you. The present you can feel their eyes start to become heavy and with a hand guiding your head to the crook of Thomas neck you decide that maybe a nap can take priority in this situation. Completely unaware of the smiles adorning the faces of the two vampires holding you, having at last found the perfect little addition for their small family.

Elias would have never described himself as a soft man, even before his turning, he was a cold silent man, generous and kind in his own way, but in his line of work softness and warmth rarely survived, if ever. When human he was a leader, boss of many as one of the heads in the vampire hunter association, and one of the top performers, a no nonsense cold and calculating man.

Sure, he was caring with his loved ones, even playful. But never soft. As a mountain of a man it simply didn’t fit him. Strength and violence marked his day to day.

When Thomas entered his life it added a missing spice to it, the love, the undeniable attraction between the two of them, it was magical, Thomas was the first person he was ever sweet with, his downfall, his whole heart in one being. But even then he wouldn’t describe their relation as sweet, much less as something soft. They were two predators that often enjoyed a game of cat and mouse between themselves.

But then you came

Wonderful, sweet you

If Thomas was his downfall, you were his absolute demise, a child of his own, something he would have never dream about. You sweet face, your soft voice, it simply made his heart beat, reviving a part of him that was long gone. He feels guilty when he is reminded of your first interaction, if he’s honest he usually was a bit of a brute with other vampires entering his and his husband’s territory, but seeing you crying, so small and light in your dirty pajama, his heart broke, and the guilt of handling you so roughly eats at him every time.

He is not even sure why or how, but you simply are the apple of his eye, a sweet little thing that he loves dearly, if you asked for it he would bring you the moon and stars.

He treats you like royalty, softly carrying you from place to place. His heart melts when you curl up closer to him. Handling you with such care and giving you soft loving words and delicate touches. He hates to see you cry, doing anything in his power to make sure you never experience discomfort, hurt or sadness if he can help it.

In his eyes, you are nothing but a defenseless child, and he will be dammed if anything happens to you.

No, they will never do that. Let me go on a bit of a rant c

The sire has a natural control over the fledgings they create.

The fledgings naturally gravitate towards the sire, mature fledgings search for the safety and happiness of the sire and the whole coven.

But the sire has a one time complete hold over its fledgings, they can drop it, in a way liberate the fledgings from that hold when they can't be bothered to have basically little ducks following on their steps or being held by the well being of their coven

But Elias and Thomas won't be doing that, ever. You are their darling child, their sweet little creation, they would first die than let their claws off you

I want to say I love your vampire dads au

Elias being sweet while Thomas is firm but gentle or (coaxing?) With his methods is something I enjoy (sorry if I might have mixed up between names)

.I think reader were a human before their turning and I think you mentioned them being turned twice? As like Thomas marked them once and elias marked them also so that would make them have two sires or am I wrong?

. If you don't mind I want to ask for scenario about reader , when they wake up and everything is cleared for them like pain is bearable and no more frogynes? Or their headache? , what would their reaction be knowing they got fully turned into vampire and is probably in their fledgling phase and their reaction to discovering they consumed blood from their sire and that they would have to feed from them for while , would reader get scared and get fussy with them or except it because they feel same around their sires's?

. Sorry if it's too long also English is not my main language so I lack in some terms and tried to explain as best as I could 😅

- anyways keep your passion and hard work and thank you for drinking our crocodile tears with your amazing writing lol

-R

Thank you! Hope you keep enjoying my works!!! Well you are right but also wrong! I will explain kinda what happened in reader's process of turning and siring in another post as i will probably make it a bit long haha. When i write it you can find it here! Now for the scenario :] ---

Thank you, thank you!! I honestly enjoy the more animalistic lil sounds. They are cuter to me in a way, so love an excuse to use them.

Hmm, let's say he came back because he had some business to finish, and in the way, he wanted to see if you were even still alive or not.

If Elias or Thomas get even a whiff that this guy is still around, he will be cut down into pieces and feed to the rats. They are already very territorial, so they don't like having other vamps in their city. Moreover, they feel like he dirtied something of theirs, who cares he turned you first, he dared touch something of theirs.