#ynsalvatore

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The old Salvatore Boarding House stood tall and imposing, its grand architecture casting long shadows in the moonlight. Inside, the atmosphere was anything but serene. Y/N Salvatore, the youngest of the vampire siblings, found herself caught in yet another ridiculous squabble with her brothers, Damon and Stefan.

It all started in the parlor, where the siblings were gathered after a long day. Damon lounged on the couch, flipping through a vintage magazine, while Stefan was meticulously organizing a stack of old family documents. The scent of aged wood and a faint trace of musty paper filled the room, mixed with the smoky aroma from the crackling fire. Y/N, feeling a bit mischievous, decided to lighten the mood with a joke.

"Hey, Stefan," she called out, trying to stifle a grin, "Remember that time you tried to impress Elena with your poetry, and she thought you were quoting Shakespeare?"

Stefan looked up, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, "Yeah, I remember. What about it?"

"Well…" Y/N continued, "I found this old poem you wrote. Thought I might read it at the next Mystic Falls gathering. You know, give everyone a good laugh."

Damon snickered, clearly entertained by the idea. But Stefan's expression darkened instantly. He stood up, his posture rigid.

"Y/N, that's not funny," he said sharply, "Those poems are private. They mean a lot to me."

Y/N's smile faded, realizing she had hit a nerve, "I was just joking, Stefan. I didn't mean anything by it."

Stefan clenched his fists, his eyes filled with a mixture of hurt and anger, "You knew how much this meant to me, Y/N. It's not just a joke."

Damon, sensing the tension escalating, decided to intervene, "Oh, come on, Stefan. It's just a poem. Lighten up a bit."

Y/N stood there, tears glistening in her eyes as she faced her brothers, "I would never do that to you," she said, her voice quivering.

Stefan ran a hand through his tousled hair, "You knew how much this meant to me, Y/N. It's not just a joke."

"It's always about you, isn't it, Stefan?" Damon interjected, pushing himself off the couch, "Y/N makes one little joke, and suddenly it's the end of the world."

"Stay out of this, Damon," Stefan snapped, "This isn't your fight."

"Oh, but it is," Damon retorted, stepping closer to Stefan, "We're family, remember? We fight, we make up, and we move on. You're just being melodramatic."

Y/N wiped her tears away, feeling a mix of frustration and guilt, "I didn't mean to hurt you, Stefan. I thought you would laugh."

Stefan finally turned around, his eyes softening as he looked at his sister, "I know you didn't mean it, Y/N. But sometimes... it just feels like you don't take anything seriously."

Damon groaned loudly, "Great, here we go with the Stefan pity party."

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, "I do take things seriously, Stefan. But sometimes, we need to laugh, especially with everything we've been through."

Stefan's shoulders slumped slightly, "I suppose you're right. It's just... it's hard sometimes."

Damon clapped his hands together, "Finally, some progress. Can we all agree that this is a ridiculous argument and move on?"

Y/N nodded, stepping forward to hug Stefan, "I'm sorry, Stefan. I promise I'll be more careful with my jokes."

Stefan hugged her back, a small smile breaking through his somber expression, "And I'll try not to overreact. We're family, after all."

Damon joined the hug, wrapping an arm around both of them, "Group hug! Look at us, being all emotional and stuff."

Y/N laughed, feeling the tension lift, "You always know how to ruin a moment, Damon."

"That's what I'm here for," Damon replied with a wink.

As the three siblings stood there, embracing and laughing, the house seemed a little less imposing, and the night a little less dark.

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Later that evening, as the siblings sat together in the parlor, sipping on glasses of blood-laced wine, they reflected on the day's events.

"You know…" Y/N said thoughtfully, "We've been through so much together. Sometimes I forget how important the little things can be.”

Stefan nodded, "It's easy to forget, especially with everything we've seen and done. But we have to remember to appreciate each other, even when we disagree."

Damon raised his glass in a mock toast, "To family. The good, the bad, and the ridiculously dramatic."