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𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰 | 𝘲𝘩43 ♔

➪ summary: y/n arrives home to her boyfriend and his brothers doing something unexpected

➪ warnings: none :)

➪ word count: 0.5k

➪ file type: blurb

➪ sunny's notes: this is a favorite of mine (okay i say that about almost everything but trust me), anyway. i'm making a sequel to this as i write so hehe (also any blurbs that i have written and am reposting i will not be doing the taglist for)

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It had been a long day. Nothing had gone necessarily wrong but just the amount of hours that she had put in doing paperwork and typing away on her computer had done enough to tire her out. Her walk was sluggish as she climbed up the steps and down the hallway of her and Quinn’s apartment, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

She stopped in her tracks when she noticed the mud prints on their welcome mat, Quinn had a complete off day today. He always told her when he was going out so if she needed something, he could get it for her. So if Quinn went somewhere, he didn’t tell her.

When she went to put her key in the door she heard music coming from inside. Maybe she was delirious and it was coming from the apartment next to theirs or maybe there was no music at all. Then she heard voices singing, or more like yelling. They were male and they sounded familiar. Having enough of whatever was going on she placed her key into the door and turned it, the clicking sound making its way to her ears.

She pushed the door open and was met with the sight of her boyfriend and his two brothers dancing and singing in the living room, Jack on top of their coach, listening to Selena Gomez, A smirk made its way onto her face as she threw her keys on the counter top and placed her bag on one of the chairs. She walked to the small hallway that separated the living room and kitchen and leaned against the wall with her arms crossed and an amused look on her face.

They didn’t notice her until she couldn’t hold in her laughter any longer. The three of them turned around quickly, faces going completely white as they stared at her, “Hi boys.”

The two younger siblings looked at her with embarrassed smiles on their faces, “Hi y/n.”

Quinn however stayed silent as she made her way towards him, a blush rising to his cheeks. Never in a million years would either of them imagine this scenario happening, much less getting caught while doing something like this.

When she reached him, she gave him a kiss on his cheek, “I come home from an exhausting day at work to find you and your two brothers listening to white girl music in my living room?”

As the three heard what they were doing through the eyes of someone else, their embarrassment got all the worse. She glanced over at Jack who was still standing on the couch, “And Jack Rowden Hughes if you do not get off my couch in the next five seconds-”

She didn’t have to say anything more as he jumped off the couch, landing on his feet with a heavy thud, causing Quinn and y/n to cringe, “Sorry y/n/n.”

“What are you two even doing here?”

They just looked at her and gave her a fake smile, “We missed Quinn?”

“Mhm, okay. Well, I for one am exhausted and I will be going into the bedroom. But you three are more than okay to continue listening to your white girl playlist and singing your hearts out.”

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emmy-renee · 3 years ago

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Oh my-! I simply fell in love with the way you write with the ciel x baker reader. Your way of narrating made me hooked on the story! and the one you write about Ciel only made my desire to follow you go 📈📈📈

Please never put this aside! You are very talented dear <3

So, i hope that you don't mind if i made a request (its okay if you do, btw) Can I please ask for some Yandere headcanons! Ciel, Sebastian and Alois (or non-yanderes, if you prefer!) With a reader who is generally calm and doesn't get in trouble (something like Kagaya Ubuyashiki '' Oyakata-sama ''), BUT they are EXTREMELY overprotective with her younger brother, who if you want an example is like Senjuro Rengoku (from Demon Slayer too- don't let it show that I love that anime) who is sweet and innocent. So one day our cute boys saw how a mf annoyed his beloved's little brother to the point of making the boy cry, but before they could do anything, the bully was hit by the reader's fist, who hit him so strong that it left him with a broken nose and lying on the groundhad, and the reader with a VERY angry look on his face, which the characters had never seen since she / they is usually quite calm, and then they witnessed his `` she / they '' pass usual but preoccupied consoling her younger brother. How would they react to this?

I hope you have a beautiful week!

P.D: Bonus if the reader threatens the jerk with a calm (really scary really scary as fuck) smile, like, '' The next time I see you breathing close to him, one punch won't be all you're going to get from me. Your choice. <3 ''

𝑨𝒘, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆! 𝑯𝒂𝒉𝒂-𝑰 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈!

𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑩𝒖𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒓 † 𝑲𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒋𝒊

♚-𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏(𝒔) ♝-𝑭𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 ✯-𝑺𝑭𝑾

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𝑪𝒊𝒆𝒍♔𝑷𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒆

↠ To Ciel your were nothing more but an ethereal human being. Coming from a family of higher class it was fairly easy for him to ask your father for the permission and honor of courting you. You were so kind, so lovely, and treated everyone around you as equals.

"No Sebastian, I made the mess it's only fair if I were the one who clean it."

↠ So you can only imagine that the earl fell a bit hard for you. He loved how you would go out of your way to keep him company as he worked; by either talking about your day while he wrote, to simply reading sitting in front of his desk. Often he would look up to see a very intrigued (Y/N) with their nose buried deep in the piece they read taking his time to admire their features before moving on to his next concern.

↠ For struggling to show emotions, everyone was taken back a bit when the earl greeted your little brother with a smile. Not only did he do it because the boy was his soon-to-be-betrothed's sibling, but because the six year old reminded Ciel so much of his (Y/N). Ambrose was just as kind as his sister-he was energetic and outgoing with a bubbly and positive personality to match. The bluenette some-what understood why you were so overprotective; he did have a brother once, after all so it was vaguely relatable to him. Ciel understood what it was like to be close with your sibling, the unbreakable bond, the secrets both could share to each other, and of course the little adventures.

↠ Ambrose looked up to his older sibling and adored them more than anything else in the world, and when it came to The Queen's Watchdog, he became more jumpy than normal and asking all sorts of questions.

"Do you get to do whatever you want?"

"If you marry (N/N) does that make us related?"

"Can I have a Phuntom discount? Please!"

↠ (Y/N) was never the type of person to throw down to say the least. They would always keep calm and collected when someone had yelled at you, and most of the time Ciel would walk out with you as Sebastian dealt personally with the idiot. But of course, some people can turn into a different person completely.

↠ Ciel and Sebastian had just returned from a visit with the Undertaker along with some information that deemed important for what was currently going on in England. As the duo walked back to the carriage, Ciel heard a small sniffle-turning his head to see a crying Ambrose and another boy no older than twelve with a smug look on his face. The earl's immediate instincts told him to get involved, getting his beloved's brother out of there; however those plans were put on hold when a figure came running out of nowhere to the boys.

↠ That's when the thud and crack was heard momentarily after, his eye widened when he realized the figure was (Y/N), and the boy who dare hurt her brother was on the floor holding his nose in pain and agony. Flames and chaos filled their dull eyes of unhappiness when they bent down to the kid's level as they rose up, and Ciel saw and felt the fear once a toothy smile grew on his lover's face.

"The next time I see you even looking at him, I won't hesitate to break more than just your nose."

↠ The Earl didn't even know what to think about the situation entirely; it was just a jumble of emotions. He didn't know weather to scold you for raising a hand to a child, or to see if your knuckles were alright once you casually walked by him not too long after.

↠ Ciel seemed a bit distant the next day;off to say the least. You did your best to get the reason of his behavior out of him, but he just claimed that his work was getting complicated and needed a bit of air. However once he had reached his office and looked out the window to see you smiling widely at Ambrose hugging your legs in the gardens, he knew that you did with the best intentions. Because after all, he knew the oldest sibling only wanted the best for the younger one.

𝑺𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏♱𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒔

↠ Let's be honest, your calming and soft demeanor is probably why he felt any attraction towards you. He simply adored the praise you constantly gave him, seeing as how he's an attention whore a demon, it certainly boosts his pride and ego; he appreciates compliments in general from anyone, but if it's from you and your angelic voice it just hits different. With Ciel's knowledge and permission, you made sure to visit Sebastian on a daily basis, making sure to help him dry the dishes once done washing, or hanging up sheets and clothes to dry. Sebastian loved the hugs you gave him from behind when cooking, or the little check up you gave him making sure he was still taking care of himself.

"Sebastian! How is your day going, darling? Are you still making time to care for yourself?"

↠ Those were the little things that boosted his determination to keep going; because you were his biggest supporter. Sebastian was astonished how (Y/N) managed to keep their manners even when not around nobles, in parties, or in the public eye. The demon found himself falling for you harder whenever you asked about the fuzzy feline friends, if they needed toys to play with, and their health.

↠ One thing the butler did seem to admire about (Y/N) was their nonchalant behavior for loosing an argument. You just explained to him that the drama and fighting wasn't necessary but just a silly thing to be angry about. He did step in whenever a hand was raised to you, the room falling silent when those moments happened at stores or bars.

↠ You never tried to hide the fact you had a sibling-why would you; there was nothing wrong about your family at all, in fact you thought it was amazing of them to let a butler court you. So when you decided to bring along Victor to one of your trips to visit Sebastian, the butler wasn't shaken at all. He was however, taken back about the young boy's energy and questioned why you were so calm about it.

↠ He was an only child growing up, so Sebastian never really understood what it was like growing up besides someone else. He never really got the 'older sibling looking after the younger sibling' or the 'younger sibling looking up to the older sibling' beliefs and stereotypes. That was until he saw your angelic face smiling widely at a six year old explaining something to you a few weeks after your relationship with the demon.

↠ Sebastian did take a liking to your little brother Victor, but did find himself wondering how the little boy and his kitten be related. Sure you two did look like each other in many ways, but you were so calm and quiet, Victor was just loud and talkative. He was like a lost puppy and fallowed Sebastian around everywhere, to the point the butler got a bit irritated.

"Are you the guy (N/N) loves?"

"How do you cook so good?"

"Why do you work for a kid?"

↠ Victor had gotten under Sebastian's skin for sure, but he didn't want to tell you that he was a bit too much for him to handle; but like the gentleman he was, he said nothing about it to you and explained it all to the cats in the wardrobe. However once Victor had left, the demon was finding himself missing the boy-another (Y/N) to admire his work. So from that moment on, Sebastian taught the young (L/N) some of his well known dishes, how to keep a manor running, and so on so forth. You teased him about how he was becoming more of an older sibling to your little brother than you a few times, but he shooed the topic away not wanting his ego to fall.

↠ As he was returning to his young master at the mortician's parlour from getting a few errands, he noticed a familiarly faint smell coming from a park on the way to his location. Following it as it got stronger, he realized that it didn't belong to you, but your younger brother. The demon ran faster and faster as the scent became incredibly strong, stopping at a distance to see Victor crying on a bench with a fifteen year old boy raising a hand.

↠ But as soon as he began to get closer to the boys, a figure beat him to it, knocking the older boy down with a crack. Sebastian's eyes widened when he saw that it was none other but (Y/N), except their calm and kind demeanor was replaced with disgust and hatred. The older boy soon got to his feet as he held a broken nose with his right hand, beginning to raise his remaining one and bringing it down, until it was caught in the firm grasp of (Y/N) as a sick and twisted smile formed on their face.

"The next time you even dare raising a hand to my dear brother, I won't hesitate breaking your wrist too."

↠ Sebastian just stood back replaying the prior events in his head. He just smirked as he saw your face changed when turning to see if your brother was ok, the redness of your face had left and the anger infiltrating your soft (E/C) eyes had left. He left a chuckle once you passed casually by him with your classic sweet smile and hello pretending as if nothing had ever happened.

↠It just amused him whenever a human switched their emotions in the blink of an eye-making it seem like everything was alright and nothing bad ever happened. The next time you visited, Sebastian snuck little glances at you when you were innocently baking cookies for Ciel. He did chuckle a few times, and when you asked him what was up with a raised brow, he just said it was nothing before going back to his butler duties. Honestly, he couldn't wait until the next time he saw your perfect facade break.

𝑨𝒍𝒐𝒊𝒔⛧𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚

↠ To have someone who was always supportive of you, who stayed with you through the good and the bad, and never left your side at ant given moment, was something Alois only dreamt of. So when he met you, the precious baby boy never wanted to let go. 'Bluebell' and 'Butterfly' were your two most common nicknames in the Trancy manor; mostly due to your kind and sincere nature.

"Oh Alois, of course I'd never leave you! Why would you ever think about something as silly as that?" ↠ Alois wanted to cry whenever you said such things. Whenever he asked why you stayed until he fell asleep from a nightmare, or when a mood swing struck you did your best to calm him down, you always said it was because you loved him, and he cried into your shoulders for what seemed like a long time. ↠ Would honestly forget you were a noble due to your helpful and unselfish personality. He appreciated you a great deal, and would watch you organize many knick-knacks, straighten any paintings, or set up the dinning table with adoration for the work you didn't need to do. He often reminded you of this asking you why you felt the urge to do this, to which you just responded with a nonchalant shrug with a 'Why not?' ↠ Claude was often sent to any moron who tried hurting you physically or verbally. His jaw would nearly drop if you managed to keep your calm if someone had been screeching in your ear. You refused to argue with a drunk person, or someone out of their right mind.

↠ So when Alois met your younger brother Henry, he wasn't at all surprised; after all, someone as caring as yourself needs someone to look after other than him, of course. The earl knew what it was like to be the oldest, the one to be in charge of the younger sibling's being, to take care of them when no one else could, and knew how close siblings could be in general. Alois would sometimes get jealous and afraid that Henry would take you away from him until you reassured your lover that you had enough love for the both of them. It wasn't until that conversation Alois tried to get along with your sibling, and ultimately took a liking to him at the end. Henry would even visit the manor, just so he could say 'hello' to Alois.

"Can you teach me how to dance like that?"

"Do you have a lot of fancy parties?"

"Who's your favorite servant?"

↠ The earl wanted to cry a few times because of how much the little boy reminded him of Luka.

↠ As Alois went out one day to visit a few shoppes in London, he heard couldn't help but notice a familiar presence. He thought it was you perhaps running your own errands, however once he turned a corner expecting to see you, he saw Henry instead. His head buried in his knees as a thirteen year old threw degrading insults at the child. Alois' blood boiled and stomped there immediately to give the fool a piece of his mind; that is until a shadowy figure beat him to it, and the teenage fell to the ground wailing his nose and wailing. The blonde half expected to see Claude to be the one to commit such an act, but his blood went cold when he saw your face filled with anger and frustration.

"The next time I see you even breathing close to him, one punch won't be all you're going to get from me."

you stated with a sweet smile as you helped Henry off the ground. Alois was much paler and his breathe quickened when you walked by so casually, as if you hadn't just done harm to another person. Sure he loved you with all his heart, and sure he would do the same for his own brother, but you were so pure and angelic. The next time you visited, Alois made sure not to do anything to get on your nerves, and flinched whenever you got mad at something.

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It was safe to say at this point; Elena Gilbert’s mind was obviously a jumbled up mess. From the time ticking away to the approach back to the bedroom, she found herself slipping away just like sand falling into its timescale. How did she come to be where she was? It was a question that was forgotten by the time the clock struck 8 o’clock. The morning bliss, no longer shrouding her with the few hours she had hazed out of deep sleep and into what seemed another reality completely. Just a taste - it was what it took to take that bit of life that throbbed through her veins, with each pulse pounding back and forth in rhythm like a beat of the drum, even her heart thrummed and hummed like the hummingbird in the wild. Elena Gilbert was imprisoned and there was no turning back and yet there held a sense of calm - that all was okay - that she was safe. Even if she was far from it.

Memories wiped; becoming the shadow self of what she was. The victim that lay under a spell had completely lost all signs of her own reality as those that mattered and she herself began to forget of her own existence. This was where she belonged; with him was who she belonged to - and she was happy right? She was happy. Fingertips had danced upon the wounded flesh and it was all but normal - normality is what proved to be her own lifeline and even then she had forgotten that sense of humanity she had; that selfless nature that fulfilled each day as it came - even if when they met, Elena had been a hollowed version of herself. The truth was, Elena had never been the same since that day on Wickery Bridge just before Damon Salvatore entered her life; never had been the same since she was put on medication just to hold her own sanity.

So this was her life now..

A stared out space; lost entirely in the distance as she remained in that deep day dream. Long lashes blink as words linger upon air as mocha hues glance his way. ‘Stefan did that’ - her orbs lingering upon his - each and every word taken in like he was swearing on the bible. Providing that oath that his word was the reality; his word was entirely the truth and she went with it. Elena nodded; her brows furrowing as her eyes slowly narrowed. Why would Stefan do this? That pained imprint on her neck - she knew what they were.. She wasn’t afraid. Or should she have been? All fear that had been within Elena had completely vanished and any question as to whether she was acting how she should have been went out of the window. “Why would he do that?” - “do this?” a pained expression painted upon features; fingertips touching the band aid, a recurring thought that she had been through this already - and not just today.

“Has he done this before?” - no longer sat at the end of the bed - no longer walking back into the room - but instead halfway as he came towards her; her eyes lingered for a moment upon the bookcase before a smile slowly spread into the reflection of the mirror ‘I fixed it’, honeytoned flesh glowed its warmth upon her cheeks as their eyes met. “Thank you Damon, I don’t know what I'd do without you here” turning, her hands outstretched for his as she took a step towards him “will I be safe with you, does he want to kill me?” a mind melt - as if Stefan Salvatore would do a thing.. The aching throb of her neck burning as the failed grip of the band aid loses its stick, peeling and exposing those deep wounds of dried crimson “it hurts..” there’s a silence with her response, the clock ticking as her own breathing inhaled, the truth was even then - there was a flickering memory of his contorting face, of him - another blink of her lashes and the memory fades. It wasn’t real right? He’d never do anything to harm her. @broknfeed

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TALE AS OLD AS TIME

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Another day of waking up to a stranger; what seemed like a stranger. Had they? Course they hadn’t.. she was still clothed, her pj’s had hung snugly against her frame. But why hadn’t she remembered anything? Other than what she knew of yesterday morning. Why was her neck hurting? The thick scent of blood hung about the air as she moved her hand up towards her neck, her fingertips brushing against the wounded sore flesh. Gasping she pulled her hand away, staring at the blood, stained on her fingers as she lifts it towards her lips. Pausing as she stared with deep brown hues, her own brows furrowed. Why was it that she couldn’t remember? What had he done to her? Although in her mind she had called him stranger, there was still something there. Some short term memory of his face that she simply couldn’t ignore. Tilting her head as she stared over his face, she slowly shifts onto her feet picking her whole weight up as she stands. Watching him as she approached her bedroom mirror, the bloodied wound catching her gaze as she slowly pulls her hair to one side. Elena was at least trying to make sense of it all. Had she been reckless because her parents were dead? Because she wasn’t over the fact that they weren’t around anymore? That she couldn’t have been strong for Jeremy and so she had binged and drank till the thought and senses had disappeared. No, that wasn’t Elena. Staring down at the dresser table she had noticed the orange bottle of pills open and half spilled across the table top. Was that it? Had she simply forgotten?

A quiet sigh slipped her lips; she had made no attempt to run, why had she stayed so calm? Her mind was filled with questions and yet she was afraid to even wake him. Speechless, she walked out of her bedroom and into the bathroom where she took care of her wound. There was a strange feeling about her, the reality of it all that she technically woke up with a stranger, and although she was positive nothing had happened other than the bite wound on her neck. There was something else, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Placing a band aid, she stuck it firmly against her skin. Covering over with her hair yet it was more than just visible. The thought of what creature could have done this and yet he was the only one that seemed to be in contact with her unless something had happened. It wasn’t a mark from some kind of sexual act. It was bruised, bloody, marked with.. fangs. Blinking her long eyelashes as she stared into the mirror, she slowly shook her head. She must have been dreaming, nothing she had in mind made any sense to her. Leaning down towards the basin she splashed cold water against her face, caressing her palms over her skin before pulling back. Lips parted as she stared at herself again before moving away and drying off her face. Licking her lips firmly she folds the towel and places it to hang as she walked back out of the bathroom with her toothbrush in her mouth.

One thing in mind that caught her was her bookcase, staring for a second she moved quickly towards it. Her hands brushing each spine of the books it held, until she found the one. Elena’s diary. If nothing was going to make sense, maybe this would? Her deepest darkest secrets, maybe it had some answers? Pulling the toothbrush from her mouth she began to brush it against her teeth before setting back towards the bathroom, holding the diary at hand. Spitting into the basin, she rinsed down before setting her toothbrush back and sitting herself on the toilet seat. Staring at her diary she opened it, pulling back the pages to a few days before. ‘Damon Salvatore’ it read, the words in large followed by Stay away from him, underlined. Her lips parted as her breathing grew heavy as she stared at the underlined words. Was she really dreaming? Was this actually real? She couldn’t help but continue to read on. Certain aspects of her life, certain things that had happened, she wasn’t quite sure about. Biting into her bottom lip tightly she brushed the tip of her finger against her words as she continued to read the words that she had another black out and had woken with no memory once again. More words about her meeting a gentle and caring man, older than her and yet she had thought he was perfect. Surely this wasn’t the man she had told herself to stay away from? There was little she knew about this man, yet she knew she couldn’t trust her own words. Simply because she had no memory of any of this..

Ears twitching ever so slightly, as her heart began to race, a sound catching her ears as she turned her head towards the bathroom door. Staring out into what seemed like it was midday, had actually been early morning. It was still somewhat dark yet the sun was leaking in through the windows. Slowly she stood, making silent footsteps towards the hallway and back into her own room. Was he awake? Had he realised she wasn’t there? More questions, the pain began to ache now, her hand clamped against her forehead as she sighed leaning against her doorframe. What exactly was happening to her? Had she felt weak, she wasn’t herself and there was nothing she could remember. Why was she so damn calm? Pulling her hand away she stared at the clock, the time ticking away and once it turned eight it was as though nothing had happened. Blinking, her eyes relaxed as a calm feeling came over her body. Slowly approaching her bed she sat down on the edge simply staring into the mirror. Her hand reaching her neck once more as she sighed, it was as though everything she had thought before had vanished, she couldn’t remember, not anymore @broknfeed

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—- He couldn’t help himself. Her scent was of sweetness to his nostrils. He would inhale her as he breathed near her and each inhale he made, he craved her more and more. Until, a point came where he would do something he knew he would regret in the future. But, for now – it didn’t seem like such a bad idea. Who would know? Who would look for her? He was well aware many who beloved Elena will look for her. However, The curse of vampirism saved every single situation for Damon Salvatore. Erasing others’ memories was the only way he could find a solution. The solution to keeping Elena as long as he’d like.

Glasses of wine were shared between the two. Laughs, conversations, and smiles. Genuinely, He cared for her. He loved her. But, consciously knowing he couldn’t have her seemed to trigger thoughts of having and wanting her even more deeply. He remembers that night. The night where he himself turned her into a flightless bird. Caged in the Salvatore home. It didn’t take much but one look into her eyes. Her brown hues that glowed honey-like to him. He found himself lost in her stare a few times and that’s when he knew – he must have her.

Curiosity turned lethal once her mind became under his control. His command. His. She stayed motionless as he had already ordered her to remain calm and in a trusting state for him. He didn’t want to hurt her. But, The scent. That damn scent was the reason why he had to inprison her. He came closer to her – moved her smooth brunette hair to the side, exposing her neck. His hand brushed against the veins he couldn’t see but feel as they pulsed life into her. His mouth became overwhelmed with the metallic taste that was familiar to blood. Just a taste.

His teeth softly sank into her neck so easily. She gasps but didn’t fight nor cried for help. Sometimes, Damon enjoyed when his victims fought – it made him feel some power against them. But, He felt satisfaction with Elena as she let him feed off of her. His mouth fulfilled with the sweetness of her blood. It was different. It was, perfect to him. He knew right then and there that she would have to stay. For company and for him to continue to enjoy her. But for that to become a reality, he’d have to have everyone forget Elena – and have Elena forget every single time. Which is what exactly he did.

The empty bed was noticeable for him. He knew she was awake and up. It has been three days now. The people who once knew Elena had forgotten about her and Elena herself continued to forget every time Damon fed off of her. However, he knew deep down this plan can eventually burst. He listened to every movement she made. A small silence and he knew she was growing curious. But, She couldn’t, could she?

“ Stefan did that.” He spoke as she came back into the room. “ He grew angry because you had drinks with me – turned off his emotions – and just – “ He stopped. “He left.” He concluded as he sat up before crawling out of the bed and walking slowly towards her. “I fixed it.” He furrowed his brows as they both looked onto the mirror. Meeting eyes through the reflection.

#☆ ° • ⋮ 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 #𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 #damon salvatore #EG Drabbles #Elena Gilbert #EG #Delena #Damon x Elena #Damon Salvatore #EG [ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ]

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