#mayi as always you are so right

[ritsusakumawife]

Hiii this is my first time ever requesting so I hope I’m doing it right—

If you don’t mind, can I please request a SAGAU/Creator AU! Where the Creator just doesn’t care about their “Godly duties” (Helping people with their requests etc etc)

And instead of getting stressed abt the paperwork they just live their life relaxed and does whatever that comes to mind

(And maybe even spend some time with Kazuha or idk a character of your choice)

Please and thank you! <33

Dw you didn’t do anything wrong! And thank you for requesting <3

I sincerely apologize for any grammar mistakes I tiredly wrote this at 3am

I talk really fast with barely any pauses irl so the convos mayy seem a bit off/odd 😅

Warnings: Super ooc and bad grammar

Genshin Sagau x Reader

“Your Grace..Please excuse my rudeness but is it really alright to do this?”

“Mhm! It’s fine it’s fine”

“But—”

“I said it’s fine. It’s only a couple of papers anyway”

“Besides I’m sure you can handle it Morax”

“If that’s what you truly want then as your humble servant I have no choice but to obey”

“That’s the spirit!” You say while leaving

“Your Grace where are you going?”

“Oh nothing..Just uh going to go out and take care of some important business is all”

“Then, please let me send some escorts with you”

“I don’t need it. It’s only a short trip”

“It’s dangerous out there and it’s already getting dark”

“I promise it’ll be quick! Soo there’s no need to worry Morax”

“At least take one person with you Your Grace”

“Sigh..I already told you I don’t need it— wait..Y’know what, sure”

Zhongli quirks an eyebrow due to your sudden change of attitude

“Anyways, I’m going to go now Mr. Zhongli bye bye~ take care of everything while I’m gone!”

You go to a nearby field and spot the person you’re looking for

“Kazu! Over here!”

“Ah, your grace. What brings you here?”

“Well~ Care to join me for a short little trip?”

“A trip? Right now?”

“Mhm!”

“Please forgive me but, it’s getting late your grace”

“I don’t think it’s wise to travel in the dark. There’s a lot of danger waiting to strike”

“Says you. Training out here in the middle of nowhere”

“Aha..Guilty as charged”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. After all I’ll have you with me”

“You’ll protect me, won’t you?”

Kazuha blushes but quickly regains his composure

“Of course your grace”

“…”

“Hm? Your grace? Are you alright?”

“This isn’t fair!”

“What isn’t fair your grace?”

“You!”

“M-Me?” Kazuha stumbles on his words ..Uh word

“Yes, you! How can somehow have such a charming smile”

“And that isn’t all! You, Kaedehara Kazuha, are literally the embodiment of perfection!”

“Perfection!? Aha..You humble me too much your grace”

“Oh, but it’s true!”

“Ahem..Shall we depart for our 'short trip' now your grace?”

“Hey, don’t change the subject— But yes, let us depart now”

“Your grace, isn’t it time for us to head back now?”

“Hm? Oh, don’t worry~ We haven’t even been gone for that long”

“Are you sure?” Kazuha says worryingly

“It’ll be fine. I’m sure no one but Zhongli has even noticed I’m gone”

“R-Right..” Kazuha doubts your words

“WHERE ARE THEY?!?!!”

“DID YOU SEE THEIR GRACE?!”

“GUARDS! OUR CREATOR HAS GONE MISSING”

“EVERYONE PRESENT IN THIS THRONE ROOM MUST HELP SEARCH FOR THEIR GRACE”

“Sigh..Sometimes I wonder if I’m truly the closest to their grace or if I’m just an assistant..”

“Drinking wine seems like such a good idea right about now..”

“I wonder how their grace is doing”

“WOHOO! AGAIN AGAIN!”

“Kazu let’s do it again!”

“I don’t think—”

“Please~ Kazu can we? Please?”

“Alright, just one more time then we’ll head back, deal?”

“Ehe~ I was right to choose you as my companion for this trip”

“Like SpongeBob always says..It’s the best day ever~”

Kazuha smiles softly upon hearing your words

It’s nice to see you relax every once in a while or rather almost everyday he does wonder though, who is this "SpongeBob"?

“Kazu? Kazuha~ Are you there? Hello??” You wave your hands in front of his face

“Ah, right, well then shall we go?”

“Mhm! We shall!”

And with that, you both decide to go for one more round of..Free fall

…

You could always revive yourself so it’s fine if you die

[rebelcharmings]

🪞🫶💕📍 RAAAAAAAAAAHHHH

hello gummy !!!!

🪞 which character is most like you and why?

oh this is a tough one right off the bat…. i’m probably gonna go with lizzie not Just bc she’s my fav character but actually there’s probably a good reason for that . i also kinda have a temper i try to control. and also my fav colour is red. yea see we’re practically the same person. also i like to be dramatic just for the lols

🫶 otp?

ohhh if you’ve seen enough of my posts u already know this . DIZZIE. AKA DARING AND LIZZIE. AKA THE ONE CANON SHIP THAT HAD SOO MUCH POTENTIAL BUT DIDNT GO ANYWHERE!!! if you’ve read the wonderlandiful world book you’ll especially understand where i’m coming from. literally even a snippet of it is in my header. it’s just sooo!!! idk!! i like the drama of everyone expecting daring to be with apple or at the very least a “Proper Princess��.. but here comes this wonderlandian princess who threatens to chop people’s heads off and there is just . Hearts in his eyes (pun intended). he’s completely smitten. and lizzie is just like Ugh this guy again but secretly finds him intriguing and likes the fact he likes Her for Her. my fav ship dynamic. obviously not biased but i think it’s the best out of the daring ships mainly bc i cant personally imagine cerise being attracted to men and i already told my thoughts on darabella.. i have many more thoughts on dizzie i should probably make a post on that.

this ship is just so criminally underrated there’s rlly not enough fics on this. i have soo many unfinished dizzie fics that will hopefully one day see the light.. who knows

💕 any other character dynamics you like (family, friends, ships)?

oh u already know what i’m gonna say. CHARMING SIBLINGS!!!! the books especially portray their dynamics so well. which is why i have a bone to pick with fics or interpretations where dexter or darling, specifically dexter, get rlly annoyed at their brother or daring is rlly condescending bc while dexter mayy be a little tired of being in his shadow they all still love each other!!! daring and dexter playfully wrestle, daring laughs as darling swings on his arm like a monkey bar, daring is proud of “dexter” suddenly improving in hero class and reassures him later that he knows this isn’t his thing but he isn’t going to hurt him while jousting…. i also find it entertaining to read about dexter and daring shooing off all of darling’s suitors, it’s nice to see how protective they r of her. and that one diary entry of darling remembering a memory of the three playing in the mud and then running away into the forest, making fun of their mother. it’s so cute . so good.

i reckon my love for this sibling dynamics and most sibling dynamics in media is bc of me being an only child and projecting bc i’ve always wanted siblings like this but anyways…..

📍 favourite eah location?

ooh interesting question . is it weird to say the castleteria LOL. i’ve always wanted to be in those american school type cafeterias and the different levels in the castleteria just seem even more fun. so that or the study lounge bc i’m a Nerd and like to study in environments like that.. i liked to study in my high school’s yr 12 study room especially when it was quiet, but it was also Just as fun to just chat about anything with friends and other classmates

[ssreeder]

Helloooo!!

I'm finally out of lurking yeeyy!!! I don't usually leave comments on AO3 cause I tend to side track a lot and then i feel a bit annoying but i figured here it would be fine <33

I've been reading liab for a loooong wile and just wanted to let you know that in my 10+years of reading fics your work is definitely on my top 3 and one of the coolest thing I've read in general. (Even tho you always update on the weekends prior to my exams week, but i have my priorities in order and Zukka is always more important than an oncology exam 😤)

Buuuut I'm on vacations now so my liab brain rott is high again, and i can think non stop about the great characterization of your fic (especially zuko's i think you do an amazing job writing him).

Last chapter has to be one of my favorites in the whole series fr, it mayy had to do with Zuko being super touchy feely and extra emotional honestly, but they needed a bit of love before they start giving explanations to literally everyone. I'm honestly a bit ( or a lot) worried about Sokka and Iroh's relationship, I'm sure that with time Iroh will warm up to him but with Sokka being as protective as he is right now i don't know if he would take kindly of him to try and push Zuko into the throne ☠️ but we'll see.

Lastly I'm sure we all love the 20k words chapters so don't even worry about it hahaha

I'll go for now, byeee 💕

-🕸️

OMG HIIIII YOURE OUT OF THE LURK???? I lub it!!

Oh please don’t ever thing you’re annoying,,, have you seen my authors notes? I’m the most annoying person in the room & i would be thrilled to have you join me.

OMG TOP 3?!?! I fucking love you ahhhhh!! (& I do somehow always update during busy times - don’t worry I plan it that way just to mess with y’all ;)))

(Haha jk I’m not that smart)

Touchy feely Zuko with Sokka is going to be a bit more of a new norm for them and it’ll get kind of explained sort of introspected at some point but yeah Zuko WENT THROUGH IT & now he just wants to be comforted which is understandable.

Dudddeeeee yes. Iroh & sokkas relationship can go so many different ways. It’ll be interesting how they fit into each others lives especially knowing that Sokka knows Zuko who he is now and Iroh knows who he used to be and those two versions of Zuko are VERY different. I think it’ll also depend how much Zuko opens up to Iroh? Idk, Zuko can add a lot of unintentional tension there if he isn’t careful.

Thank you for this ask & i swear my next chapter will be under 20k BELIEVE IT!!! (Sorry I’ve been watching fucking Naruto so now I wanna say BELIEVE IT after everything)

I ALREADY adore you 🕸️ anon

[jdgo51]

When Things Are on Pause

Today's inspiration comes from:

Clear Mind, Peaceful Heart

by Lysa TerKeurst

He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. — Psalm 91:1 NKJV

I love the pause button on our TV remote. It gives me the illusion that I can control time. Just press pause and I can answer the door, make a cup of tea, finish that conversation, then press it again, and I’m right back where I left off. 

I have, however, found that I’m not a fan of the pause button being used in my life — especially when I’m not the one who presses it. The last couple of years have felt like one long pause. Time is ticking, and life is swirling around, but my circumstances and my faith have ground to a halt, like a heavy steam locomotive pulling into the station. 

And what’s worse is I haven’t always made the best use of my pause. I’ve filled it with thoughts of the past, finding regrets and failures. And I’ve found many. I’ve focused so much on the hope of situations changing that I’ve missed the Savior who is sustaining me. 

Despite my faithlessness, God is faithful, and the Holy Spirit speaks straight into my pause: 

He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. — Psalm 91:1 NKJV

This verse addresses dwelling in a secret place. To me, “dwelling” looked like quaint little cottages with cozy fires. But when life didn’t feel comfortable, I began to question, 

Where are you, God? 

Then I learned that in engineering the word dwell means “a brief pause in the motion of a part of a mechanism to allow an operation to be completed.” 

This reassured me that God dwells in my empty, silent pauses. In fact, He is the One who presses pause so He can create a space to work in my life. The pause is necessary. My two-year pause to “dwell” does not feel brief, as defined by the engineers. But in the light of eternity, it is exactly that.

My pause is not a punishment, nor is it because I’ve been forgotten; it is because I need completing.

It is in this secret, hidden place, with my life on hold, that God is filling me with His presence and His purpose. The shadows that I’m dwelling in are from Him. They are His protection over me. In the darkness, when all seems still, God is in fact working to complete what He is doing in me. 

This is my dwelling. This is my resting place. 

In the most significant pause in history, God accomplished His greatest work. As Christ hung on the cross and cried out, 

My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?” — Matthew 27:46 ESV,

darkness fell and heaven was silent. Jesus’ work was finished. All our sins, faults, and failures were paid in full in that pause. 

My pause is not a punishment, nor is it because I’ve been forgotten; it is because I need completing. 

My pause may be out of my control, but instead of looking at the dark- ness and seeing emptiness, I’m seeing the shadows of His love and a place for me to dwell. 

Father, in my doubts and disappointments, in my life that doesn’t seem to be moving forward, may You help me to see that You have allowed this pause as an opportunity to work out what You have begun in me. May You fill this silent, empty space with more of Your presence. MayI not wrestle with regrets from the past, and may I not set my hopes on my expectations for the future. Lord, help me to rest in the knowledge that You are using this pause to dwell with me in secret. In Jesus’ name, amen. 

~Bethany Heard

Excerpted with permission from Clear Mind, Peaceful Heart by Lysa TerKeurst and the Proverbs 31 Team, copyright Proverbs 31 Ministries.

[carrenters]

A chance meeting without proper introductions is really strange, so let’s get to know each other, shall we?

So, let me give you a little insight into who I am. I go by the name Malaika Rueslan, and to make it real quick, you can call me just Mai, Aika, or Mayi. I also don’t mind the new other names that you gave me.

I use any as pronouns, so if you could use those when referring to me, that would be awesome. My astrological signs are Scorpio rising, Libra sun, and Virgo moon. As for my personality type, I’m an INFJ, but sometimes I feel more like an ISFP. I know, it’s a little confusing, but that’s just how I roll. Haha, gotta love the complexity of human personalities, right? Anyway, thanks for taking the time to get to know me a bit better.

I’m a fan of all sorts of things, so I’m sure we can find something in common to talk about. I’m a great listener, too, if you ever need someone to lend an ear (or a shoulder to cry on). That said, feel free to reach out anytime. I’m always happy to help out, and I promise to be a reliable and supportive friend.

[wildelydawn]

4, 15, 18, 27, 52, 58

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

Truthfully, I am not a creative person. I can't world build for the life of me. Historical fiction? Sci-fi? Supernatural creatures? I can't do it. So I get most of my inspiration from really mundane or ordinary things and events. Something like Kim struggling to find the perfect annivarsary gift for Chay is, I think, what a lot of people go through. I definitely go through it. So it became a story. Or the idea of washing someone's hair. I think that's a pretty intimate act; it's something that, to me, shows utter devotion to someone. So it ends up being a pivotal point in "And If You Don't Believe Me" for Chay to see that Kim is devoted to him. I'm also really lucky to be in conversation with really creative artists and funny people. The Woman, Shou, Mayy, Petal, Atlas, Faye constantly inspire me, even if we're not always talking.

15. How do you write smut scenes? Do you get very visual or detailed? How important is it to be realistic?

I have a lot of sex and watch a lot of hentai. Some of it just comes from memory of my own sexual experiences. When I'm pulling from memory or a journal entry, I get more detailed. I think there's nothing wrong with getting inspiration from pornography too. I stopped watching real people porn years ago, but I do sometimes pull up something to see how the body bends or works, or just to visually check something. (I somewhat did this for "It's Not as Good When I'm By Myself.") I don't think smut scenes have to be realistic because I would hope no one is using my fiction (or really any fanfiction) as basis for their own sex lives. So being outrageous and detailed and giving Chay like four consecutive orgasms is right up my alley.

18. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

I title them after, and I usually use some sort of song lyric that is based in the action or event of the story.

27. What is your most and least favorite part of writing?

The decision to post is the worst part of writing. Sometimes, I look at the fact that I've posted over 20 stories for KinnPorsche, and for some reason, I get... ashamed? Embarrassed? I don't know the word. I just get weirded out that I'm writing so much. After I'm done with something, I'll judge myself too much and not post it. Not that posting is absolutely required, but I'll go into a story and think, "Yeah! We're gonna post this!" and then by the time I'm done, I think "No one will enjoy this." OR, worse, "I'm going to get judged for writing this." So that ultimately becomes the worst part of writing.

Someone telling me they enjoyed something I wrote is my favorite part of writing (aside from the action of writing.)

52. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I do respond! It's my way of saying "pspspsps please talk to me." I also just appreciate people leaving feedback.

58. What part of the writing process do you enjoy the most? (Brainstorming, outlining, writing, editing, etc) 

I already answered this! But, I'll just say it again. Writing is the best part of writing. I like that for however many words or hours, I am free to write whatever I please, and no one can stop me besides me. I like that I can emotionally connect with characters and pretend that they understand me.

Thank you for asking, anon! love u. <3

Send me a number!

[headgehug]

who’s ur fav character from infinite jest :-)

ooh! I haven't had time to read in a while I need to :(

probably Hal, like ultimately, but i think I've got a lot of Orin-coding lol. so I always enjoy his sections especially when he's talking to Hal on the phone. tbh the three brothers mayy be my favs but I also just generally like the academy scenes. with Pemulis also of course. and the Moms are so fascinating I love learning more abt her

outside the academy I love Don Gately (may be spelling it wrong it's been several days), he's such a jerk but like he's trying and he tells it straight lmao it's delightful. and you can't Not like Joelle right?? ok but at the end of the day. Hallie my boy :)

[kkoongiee]

txt scenarios — valentine’s day with them ‹𝟹

## fluff % gn!reader % wc: 707 [ cursing, suggestive themes, skinship, kissing ]

yeonjun seems like the type of mf to joke ab corny nsfw things on valentines day 🤨 like he’d prepare u some romantic ass bedsheets and shit, but he actually made it so he could flop down in it and mess it up 😭 jun will 100% want u to put on a childs movie while ur laying in this sexy ass room?? can a room be sexy idk,, just the set up FDSSDSS its very cliche :-) and then he’ll clear off the bed, spilling all of the decorations of flower petals and confetti off onto the floor and cuddle up to u, yeonjun mayy like to do extra ass things but he will let up on them because theres much more fun things to do than keeping the bed neat and tidy

soobin isn’t too big on dates or romance things i don’t think, maybe chocolates or something small but nothing like flowers or balloons, idk i don’t think he’s very grand on presents that much. he just wants to have a date or stay in!! u agree bc who doesn’t want to spend time with soobin?? anyways it’s fine either way, u two will have fun either way. he’ll just end the night with a kiss and send you back home 😁 orrr he might ask u to stay back?? who knows, u decide whichever u want 😧 whatever it is u choose, u have plenty of nice time together, soobin is veryyy sweet 😁 in many ways, so he will always be caring and gentle with u, all around letting you lead him around sooo 👀

beomgyu seems like the person you’d get gifts for?? idk why but i think he wants the gifts, bring on the teddy bears and chocolates and flowers because he wants it ALL!!!! so u get him a super cute bear with this heart its holding, ofc that’s your new son?? bear-gyu is such a cutie, he’ll leave it on the edge of his bed before getting on with the celebration. gyu wants to go to a restaurant and consume his weight in dessert and who r u to deny? he also wipes plenty of whipped cream on u, but u don’t complain 😭 he’s so cute today and it is completely fine if u just ... get your face sticky and smelling like the whipped cream (this sounds bad OMG) but u r more than happy with this, beomgyu giving u a big kiss on the lips to take care of the bits of whipped cream

taehyun seems chill for the most part, but he also seems like the biggest sweetheart?? like he gives u the works, mostly because he can’t decide what you’d like so he just gives it all. he will take u on a date & just talk to you, normal day and nothing tooo mushy gushy or anything. taehyun doesn’t really care too much for dressing up either i feel like?? so he just .. takes u out for icecream orr just a simple movie :-) yeah he tries his hardest to make you happy, u are very happy regardless of what he does, u make sure he knows it by ending the day with the biggesssttt kiss ever - taehyun deserves it!

huening kai is just there to have fun, u will be the one buying the presents definitely tho?? bc ngl i would love to buy him one 😁 hyuka just seems like the person to receive presents and all of that, so he is vv happy to receive a molang plush?? LIKE YES?? he will take it out with u two as well, he loves it sooo much 😭 he is the most grateful person ever (all of them are but huening kai DEFF expresses it the most, he has no shame) and he is ready to go on a date with u and molang 😎, he sits the molang plush right next to u and is like ... ‘perfect, today is good’ 😧 like damn he really just gonna do u like that for molang?? yes, i think anyone would because wow they r CUTEEE. overall, the day is pretty generic just a date and gift thrown in, i don’t think any would do much special things tbh?? just fine doing a date, no extraordinary things

[rabuellion]

hi, i am sim

i have taxed myself with looking through the over 100,000 frames in the rebellion movie, taking all the pretty ones, and posting them. i plan on doing this till i finish the movie, however long that takes.

art blog | carrd | links | pmmm resources

more info about the blog under see more.

the posts are in chronological order, and the tags have the characters included in them. 'scenery' and 'nightmare' is also a tag i use.

right now ive sorted through over 30,000 frames! woah!

asks are always open for both questions and anything else you would like to tell me. i always answer with the tag #txtsim so if you have a question, check that tag out and see if its already been answers. repeat questions are okay though 🐏

i mostly run on queue so i hope i will not ever have a delayed post, but i am a student with 5 ap classes so hiatuses mayy come hahaaaa. this is a very time consuming project ive shoved onto myself.

what i want to do is sort through and upload the entire movie so i can both increase the amount i can post per day and not skip any days but i am not even halfway through so i dont think that will happen anytime soon <//3

[fanmoose12]

mayi request a scenario where hanji saves Levi in an expedition and in the process ends up dying. Levi's been distraught ever since/hasn't been the same. and maybe a scene where after he dies he reunites with hange?

Captain Levi was acting strangely.

Not that it was unexpected, of course. After all, it’s been only a month since they’ve lost Squad Leader Hange Zoe.

The whole Survey Corps was mourning her death. Even those, who hated her, who didn’t understand the true purpose of her research, those, who called her titan-lover freak and insane, even they missed her boisterous laugh and her cheerful voice.

Without her uplifting presence, the halls of Survey Corps seemed empty, almost lifeless.

And those, who were close to her, grieved for the late Squad Leader the most.

Her former subordinates, Nifa, Keiji and Abel, were roaming around the hallways aimlessly, lost without their superior’s guidance. Fellow Squad Leader Mike Zacharius was just as stricken by the loss of his dear friend. He didn’t laugh anymore and almost never smiled now that the person, who always managed to put him in a good mood, was gone. Even Commander Erwin, strong as he was, missed one of his most trusted soldiers. It seemed that without Squad Leader Hange, his voice didn’t boom as convincingly as it did before, and his blue eyes, which shone so brightly before, seemed to lose some of its fire.

And her right hand man Moblit, her most ardent and loyal follower, was taking it the worst. He blamed himself for her death, the thoughts of what ifs plaguing his mind every time he closed his eyes. What if he was quicker, what if he was stronger, could he had a chance of saving her?

But those musings were pointless, and he knew that. Squad Leader Hange was gone, and nothing could bring her back. So Moblit threw himself into work, trying to continue pursuing the ideas of his beloved superior. He wasn’t smart as she, wasn’t nearly as brilliant as Squad Leader Hange was, but he didn’t let it stop him from his research. He worked hard, reading and rereading every book on Titans he could find and shifting through hundreds of pages in Squad Leader Hange’s journals.

He pushed himself nearly to the point of exhaustion, and when he was near the edge, when his grief and guilt almost made him go insane, Moblit would lock himself in his room and then drink even more excessively than he did before.

And amidst all of this, surrounded by his comrades, who mourned Squad Leader Hange so heavily, Captain Levi didn’t seem to feel the same. His own squad watched him carefully, searching for any sign of his pain, but they saw nothing. He still acted the same as before. He still was the same cold and emotionally detached Captain they all knew.

And that was… strange.

Members of Levi’s squad were sure that Captain was very close with the late Squad Leader. After all, they’ve watched them bicker and tease each other more times than they could count. And during expeditions, Captain Levi kept a close eye on a careless scientist, he was always the first one to come to her aid, when her excitement landed her into a precarious position.

And it wasn’t like his subordinates expected for their Captain to wander around corridors of Survey Corps’ HQ, wallowing in pain, but still. He gave no indication of his mourning. He wasn’t visiting her grave with Squad Leader Mike and Commander Erwin, he didn’t start drinking like Moblit. It seemed like he didn’t even miss her. Of course, he seemed to be working harder than before, but Captain Levi was known to be a workaholic. The only thing that really changed about him was Captain’s new route to his room. Now he deliberately chose another stairwell, to avoid passing Squad Leader Hange’s now empty room.

If you asked Petra, Oluo, Eld and Gunther about this, all of them would have name a different reason for their Captain’s strange behavior.

Oluo would say that maybe Captain Levi didn’t actually like Squad Leader Hange that much, and that’s why he wasn’t grieving (that answer would surely earn him a hard smack from Petra).

Eld would shake his head and answer truthfully that his Captain was a very hard person to understand and see through, so they shouldn’t make any assumptions about what was going on inside his head.

Gunther would remind them that Captain always tried to act colder than he actually seemed, and maybe he was actually in a great pain, but no one could see it.

Petra’s eyes would fill with sadness, as she would begin to lament about her dear Captain. She would wonder, why couldn’t he just open up to them and let them help him. But she didn’t doubt for a moment that his heart was broken and that he tried to hide it, as always.

 Another month came, and another expedition was announced. As Scouts sat on their horses, waiting for the signal to advance, everyone could feel the tense atmosphere. It was too quiet without Squad Leader Hange’s excited shrieks and her happy laughter.

During the expedition, when Titans began to attack, everyone was surprised by Captain Levi. He fought even harder than before, cutting the human-eating monsters with viciousness and fierceness no one had ever seen in him before. He didn’t seem to stop for a single second, flying from one Titan to another, leaving after himself only the smoke of their disappearing bodies.

To say that everyone was impressed was a huge understatement.

“Have you seen Captain today?” Oluo gushed, when he and his squad gathered at the cafeteria to discuss the expedition and drink their evening tea.

“I’ve never seen him fight like this,” Gunther agreed. “He moved faster than my eyes could follow.”

“Don’t you find it a bit strange?” Petra asked tentatively, holding the cup tightly in her hands. “I mean, I’m not saying that I expected him to become suicidal or something, but… I also didn’t expect him to fight so fiercely.”

“Maybe, Squad Leader Hange’s death fueled his hatred for Titans or something,” Eld proposed.

“It’s not that,” said a voice behind them.

The members of Levi’s squad all turned their heads simultaneously. There, in the dark corner of cafeteria sat Moblit. He looked awful – his eyes were bleak, the shadows under them almost black, his face became thin and he didn’t even wash the blood from his uniform after today’s expedition. As always, in his hands he held a glass, which was filled with alcohol.

“Moblit?” Petra got to her feet and sat next to him. “What do you mean?”

“Squad Leader’s death didn’t fuel Captain’s hatred or anything like that,” he explained, his words slightly slurring. “I was there, you know?” Moblit looked deep into his glass, refusing to look at anyone, and continued. “When Squad Leader Hange… died… I was there. Along with Captain Levi. The situation was desperate, none of us had any gas left and most of our blades were broken. Captain’s horse got spooked and ran away and mine was squashed by a Titan. We only had one horse and it couldn’t possibly carry three people at once.

“So we had to choose. Of course, I volunteered to stay. Captain Levi and Squad Leader Hange were the strongest and most important soldiers of Survey Corps, I couldn’t let them die, but… Hange-san was heavily wounded, her leg got almost bitten off by a Titan, so she ordered us go. I try to protest and Captain Levi tried to argue, almost begging her to come with us, but in the end,” Moblit wiped at his eyes, holding in a sob. “But in the end, Hange-san was more stubborn than the two us. She convinced us to leave her, and before we went, she… she made us promise something. She made us swear that we wouldn’t let her death ruin us. That we will continue fighting and trying to carry on her legacy. And that’s why… that’s why Captain Levi acts like this. He just tries to fulfill her last wish.”

“Oh…” Petra felt her own eyes fill with tears. She laid a comforting hand on Moblit’s arm. “I’m so sorry, Moblit, we didn’t know…”

“No, it’s fine, it’s fine. I just…” he covered his face with a hand. “I just miss her so much. I try so hard to move on, to continue her work, but I’m not her. I can never be like her. I can never be enough.

“Stop it, Moblit,” Eld softly chided, squeezing his shoulder. “No one can ever replace Hange-san, but you’re doing more than enough. I’m sure she is very proud of you.”

“Thanks,” Moblit looked up. His eyes were red from crying, but there was a smile on his lips. It’s been awhile, since anyone had seen that expression on his face. “I think… I’ll head to bed now. I’ll need to wake up earlier tomorrow, to start my report.”

He shakily staggered to his feet.

Oluo hovered over him.  “Are you sure you can walk, man?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Moblit waved him away. “Thanks again, guys, for listening to me. That means a lot, really.”

“You’re welcome,” Gunther smiled at him. “Just take care, alright, Moblit? Whatever you need, we’re always ready to help.”

Moblit gave them one last smile and then exited the cafeteria, leaving Levi’s squad alone with their troubling thoughts.

 Levi staggered into his room, taking off his jacket and heading into the shower. After he washed all of today’s grime and sweat, he got out and fell onto his bed. He sighed wearily and closed his eyes, impatiently waiting for sleep to come and claim him.

It was always like this ever since she was gone. Levi worked hard, harder than he ever did in his entire life. He trained, until his limbs would tremble from exhaustion, and he then went into his room and worked on his paperwork, until he couldn’t see any letters on the paper. Then he took a quick shower and almost immediately fell asleep.

She always came to him in his dreams.

Every night, as soon as Levi closed his eyes, he would see Hange. She would smile at him and take his hand. Only after he fell asleep, Levi could be finally reunited with her.

He would get to see her eyes, as she gazed gently at him. He would get to feel her hands around him, as she pressed him close to her chest. He would get to hear her voice, as she would tell him how proud she is of him, and how happy she is that he is continuing with his live, moving on from this loss.

Levi never had the heart to tell her that it was a lie.

Because every morning, every time he would open his eyes and realize that it all was just a dream, that Hange had died two months ago and there was nothing he could to bring her back, Levi would clutch at his chest, feeling his heart break for the hundredth time since he had lost her.

He would sadly realize that when he walks out of his room, there would be no one to yell greetings at him. During breakfast, there would be no one to keep him company, there would be no one to tease him and no one to make stupid jokes about the way he drinks his tea. When he would come out to the training field, he wouldn’t hear someone’s excited shouts, as they fly past him, fast, but graceful. When he would return into his room in the evening, exhausted and weary, there would be no one lying on his bed, a book in their hand and a smile on their lips. There would be no one to keep him warm at night and no one to guard him from his nightmares.

And Levi hated this, he hated his life without Hange, he hated her for dying and leaving him all alone once again and he hated himself for not being strong enough to save her.

What was the point in him being the humanity’s strongest if he couldn’t even save the people he loved?

Those sparks of anger were frequent, but very soon forgotten, as Levi remembered Hange’s kind eyes and her gentle smile. He remembered what she asked of him, and he was determined to fulfill her last wish.

He would try his hardest to survive as long as he could. Maybe, his life wouldn’t be happy, but he would continue this fight.

So when they get reunited in the afterlife, or another world, or some other stupid shit Hange had told him about, she would smile at him and tell him she is proud. And then she would embrace him and nothing would be able to separate them ever again.

[quicksiluers]

Hogwarts Houses for the Union Gang + Longstreet??

ohhh my GOD what a fucking GOOD idea...I’m so bad with these, I feel like I don’t know the Hogwarts houses...so I’m gonna guess some BUT if anyone else has input, please let me know!

So for the Union Gang™ I’m gonna include Grant, Sherman, Sheridan, Thomas, anddd Meade (and I appreciate the +1 of Longstreet lol)

Grant seems like he could fit into Hufflepuff from my quick reading of some of the traits of a Hufflepuff student. The website mentions “valuing hard work, dedication, patience, loyalty, and fair play”. The hard-work seems perfectly Grant, even when he was not doing great in life, he was hard working trying to feed his family, and I mean of course during the war he was hard-working, along with his presidency (not that it all went well but hey still working!) You may be like “Ali, patient for Grant? Really?” and I would say yes! Grant was a patient guy, even tho he always looking to move quickly on campaigns. I mean, you go through 2 sieges and see how patient you can be (though he wasn’t always patient, I think it drove him nuts sometimes lol). Loyalty is one of Grant’s biggest traits (nottt always something that worked out for him!) So yeah...I think Hufflepuff sounds about right 

Sherman is...this one if fucking hard, cause I feel like Sherman could be a combo of 2 or 3 houses. I feel like Sherman would either be a Gryffindor or a Ravenclaw, but I can’t really decide which one he would really fit into. This one is causing me a headache, I’ve been thinking about it for 10 minutes tops lol. What do you think?? 

Sheridan seems like a lock choice for Gryffindor. On the wiki for Harry Potter, they say that “The Gryffindor house emphasizes the traits of courage as well as daring, nerve, and chivalry." They also people tending to be “short-tempered”, so just basing it off those traits, while chivalry mayy be a little suspect for Sheridan (I mean, he’s was polite to you if he liked you but if he didn’t lol GOOD LUCK) I feel like that just...matches up with him.

Thomas is another one I think works for Hufflepuff! I feel like Thomas and Grant are sort of cut from the same cloth personality-wise (even though, while I think they respected each other, they never really saw eye to eye) but I mean Thomas is loyal (he was loyal to the Union! His family in VA never really forgave him for that), he’s extremely patient (one of the things that he and Grant kinda butt heads about), hard-working, all that jazz. I think this just works for him. 

Meade is kinda a tricky one but I feel like, with his engineering background, Ravenclaw would be a good fit for him. He’s a smart dude, my guy built lighthouses in his time between the Mexican-American War and the Civil War! (I actually think one of them in NJ still stands). He had an engineer's eye for the topography of the ground. I think the wiki mentions them having “wit” which, though Meade was called a snapping turtle by some, I have read that he had pretty dry humor about him with close friends. So I feel like that would work!

Longstreet is another one where I’m caught between two houses but I thinkkk I’m going to side with Slytherian because I feel like...I feel like he could be very goa-oriented and was cunning at points to try to climb up the ladder. I’m thinking of when he went out West to serve with the Army of Tennesse and how he and some other generals really wanted to boot Bragg from the commander role. I’m not 100% sold on that, I could kinddaaa see him as a Hufflepuff too but hey...what can you do

[heredis-sanguinis-moved]

"MayI kiss you?" // Canon, Vampire, Cosmic or SG, roll a dice cause I can't decide & have all this feelings everywhere ♥ x'D

Under ‘Read More’ for length and also to keep it a surprise for you, my dear~

The crimson-clad mage sported a devious smirk across his features. The request, however simple and humble, tickled his ego ever so slightly. Even if his dearest matron never would have need to do so, it pleased him nonetheless.

Taking one hand in his own and cupping her cheek with another, he pulled the petite woman towards him slowly. With half-shut eyes, with a sanguine glow looking straight in her golden hues, he whispered softly: “My most precious Emily~ You should know by now, that it is you and only you that should never have the need to ask me this~”

The ancient undead lord beheld his immortal companion with an endearing look. One he seldom showed anyone but her, whenever they were secluded together.

“My darkest eternal nightbloom, for you anything.” he said, bowing slightly to lower himself to her height, awaiting her to move in and do as she requested. The moment she would be close though, he would swoop her up in a princess-style hold and give her a peck on her pale cheek before pressing his lips on hers.

A surprised look came from the galactic prince. His star-touched locks barely covering the red glow that came from his right eye. With his left hand he pulled up the cowl from his attire slightly, before silently letting his golden-covered digits write out in stardust “Why?”

Yes, she should know why he was hesitant. The corruption was most prominent there. To place herself so close to him alone was enough of an enigma to the devourer.

“You sure the First Star would approve? Or any of them?” 

The corrupted Star Guardian twirled slightly as he passed her, fingertips slightly brushing against her cheek. He remained a devious flirt as he had always been towards her, corrupted or not. Perhaps now it stung more.

A familiar red and gold creature appeared suddenly to chirp angrily at him. “Koumo...” he softly said as the galactic batling glared at him. His familiar was obviously not pleased with his attitude. Looking back at the Star Guardian female he shook his head silently.

Turning her around and holding her hands firmly, he started to spin them both around as if in a dance. Holding her close as they slowly moved around. Pecking her on her head. “You know I can’t deny you anything... Not after everything that has happened... My brightest star~” a whispered hush sounded against her ear.

[caruliaa]

okay uhm sorry for not sending more asks but i think thee best option for me is to go to sleep bcuz i am having my anxiety chest pain JSBJS (idk if ive mentioned that phenomena before if i havent its. not actually serious like dont have a heart condition or smthingxjxbxkzkzk) BUT i think i still need toooo sleeppp sooo before i do i want to say ;;;;; i am so so grateful to be friends with you pink like. ahhhh vcing today and watching tgp and playing mc and chatting was. so so very pleasant and enjoyable and just like such a good time and also like. true highlight of my day and week like its always so special to me when we get to vc and!!! you always in every way are just so special and important to me and mean so much to me and truly truly ur friendship makes my world so much brighter and more joyful and warmer and more caring and like. you are such such a good person my ladybird and. injust really hope i can care for you as well in a way that shows and that you can feel and i want u to know! i love you i love u .really so so much.<3;;;; (maybe hugs u if u want? 💕💕🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻💕💕💕💕💕🫶🏻🫶🏻💕💕💕💕🫶🏻💕)

!!!! ITS OKAY DWW !!! i get it and i hope ur anxiety chest pains go down love !!! (i. also get random chest pains sometimes which mayy be an issue but whenever if i mention it ti my parents they say its like either me stretching mucles too fast or caused by acid reflux so hopefulyy theyre right and not judt dismmissing me ANYWAY this got wayy of topic FJDJFJ) alsoo omg youre so so sweet mx u rly aree ilusmm ;; i had so much fun calling too i hope you know like it really was soso nice to watch tgp together and play mc and listen to music and chat it just really was soso lovely and fun and just brought me sm joy and light and happiness and warmth to my day and im soso glad that it was the same for you and that i can make your world brighter and happier and warmer i really am beloved because you really do deserve it so much and i i really do want to soso much make you your life better abd warmer and be a good friend to you and here for you so im soso glad that i can and do my dearest abd i hope you know that you show me soso much how much you care for me and love me and i really am soso glad and grateful for that and for you i really really am you really are just so so special and dear to me my beloved and i hope you know that in always here for you when you need me and i really do love you soso muchh my belvoed i really do ;; !!!!! *hugs you backk soso much soso close if you wish my dearest* 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

[daisy116]

The Days After

So this is super super angsty but I live for anysty shit (especially if it’s IW). I know Im not active all of the time but I promise to be more committed!! Your feedback really means a lot to me so please like, comment, and follow!!

May struggles with the after affects of Peters disappearance.

May x Peter (family)

May x Tony Stark

Angst and fluff

I don't own any of the characters, they belong to Marvel.

The first couple of nights, she made dinners for two without even realizing it. Every meal was more and more painful without him.

Every night she would leave the meal out for a couple of hours. Perhaps it was because she hoped that the young superhero was just off superhero-ing. No. That might be worse.

After a pint of ice cream and a cheesy movie, she would throw away the extra plate.

After a couple of days, alcohol replaced the ice cream. She stopped making extra meals soon after. Then stopped making meals altogether.

She hadn’t even gone into his room since he had gone missing. The door was always just a little open, the way he liked it at night.

She thought about calling the police.

No. That’s stupid

What was she supposed to say?

“Please help. My nephew hasn’t come home in a couple days after going on a class trip. But don’t worry he does this a lot. Yeah he’s kinda Spider-Man.”

So she waited. A week passed. Then two. It took a month till he showed up.

When the doorbell rang, her heart dropped to her feet.

It was him. It had to be.

Or it was the police, coming to tell her the worst possible news.

She didn’t want to think about.

The last person who she thought would show up on her door step mat and 11 o’clock on a Sunday night was millionaire Tony Stark.

She didn’t say anything. Just stared at him dead in the eyes.

Her mind immediately jumped to the day they met.

It was almost the opposite of this dark night.

Almost 2 o’clock, she was in a good mood, blasting loud music over the sound of meatloaf baking in the oven.

She barley heard the doorbell.

When she opened it... well words can’t describe what she felt.

It was the Tony Stark. Billionaire.

She invited him inside. And while she put the second batch of meatloaf in the oven, he immediately started to tell her about Peter’s internship.

Looking back in it, she was ashamed that she actually believed this lunatic. A flashy smile and endless flirting was all it took to turn her judgment to mush.

And after she learnt about Peters super-heroing adventures, she never saw Tony Stark again. Until, of course, that night.

“What the hell do you want?”

She was angry. Angry at herself. At Peter for leaving. But lastly, angry at him. She hadn’t realized how angry she was with him until she was face to face. It was his damn fault that peter even wanted to be a superhero, the reason he even had the suit. If he hadn’t-

She stoped. She hadn’t realized that Tony’s lips were moving. He was talking. She almost yelled at him- but she stopped. Again.

He was crying. Big fat crocodile tears.

He paused and looked up at her.

“He’s gone May. They all are.”

She didn’t question the cryptic three words. Moreover, didn’t want to question them. She led him inside, to the couch, the same couch as before, put on some coffee, and listened to what he had to say.

He started from the beginning. When he found Peter. On YouTube. How he was in such awe of the alleged “Spider-Man”. Then he told her about when he found his age through advanced facial recognition. And oh my god. This teenage boy, barely 15, was doing something grown men couldn’t do. Then the accords and the fighting... he had no where else to turn. So he did what he did best. He changed the kid’s life.

As he went on to tell May about the fight in Germany and how just amazing the kid was, she felt something in her chest. It was... pride. She was so proud of Peter. He had always been a strong kid. Always had stuff going the wrong way for him. But this time, he had done something right. He got the Stark internship and his mood totally changed. Now she could see why.

Then he went on to talk about the day he went missing. How he didn’t even hesitate to jump into action. How he risked his life going on that ship. Tony blamed himself. He said it over and over and over.

He stared to explain what happened next, but he couldn’t. He physically couldn’t go on. So he sat there. Crying and crying once again. May sat there for a couple of minutes, just dumbfounded. She couldn’t believe that stone cold, playboy Tony Stark was crying. On her couch. In her living room. But she pitied him. She reached deep inside herself and felt pity for him.

She began to cry. For Peter. She missed him, so so much. And now he was gone. She had closure. She could finally stop worrying whether or not he was safe. Because he wasn’t. He was gone.

She felt a hand on her arm.

Suddenly she embraced Stark. Hard. She didn’t know how much she needed human contact. Human comfort.

They sat there and sobbed all night. May eventually fell asleep, because she woke up on the couch, Tony gone. She went to the bathroom, and as she was washing her hands, she took a rare glance into the mirror. She had cried a lot last night, and her eyes showed it. They were red and puffy, crusted around the edges. Under her eyes were deep, dark bags, most likely from the lack of sleep form the last couple of months. She hated herself. She needed a shower. So that’s what she did.

She didn’t even notice the bills until she came back from the shower. 100 $100 bills. Just sitting on the coffee table. She hadn’t seen that much money since her brother...

She understood. This was endorsement money. Tony was soooo sorry that he told her in the only way he knew how to- money. She was filled with anger, totally forgetting the venerability of the man crying with her last night. That’s how much peter meant to him- $10,000.

That night she heard a knock on the door. Just like the night before.

She opened it hastily. There he was, again. The first thing she saw was the box of Chinese takeout. Two boxes of Chinese takeout.

She looked up at he. He smiled, dorkily.

But she remembered the money.

She slammed the door on his face. She heard him leave, he just, excepted it. He showed up the next night. And the next. One night she screamed at him. Something along the lines of “Go away you son of a bitch” and more she can’t remember.

Tony never showed up again.

She fell back into a cycle of drinking, sleeping, and showering.

No one came and visited. Every so often she would get groceries and dinners on the door mat. She figured made specialty from neighbors who had obviously made assumptions about her and Peters condition.

“May?”

A voice echoed down the apartment.

“Mayy?”

Again.

May sat up quickly in the unmade bed, only to be forced back down by a sweep of nausea. She had obviously passed out drunk the night before.

She listened for the voice again. Maybe she was still drunk.

She heard foot steps. Nope, someone was definitely here. She got up angrily, all nausea forgotten. She had told that son of a bitch millionaire to never- she stopped.

There he was. At the end of the hallway, standing by the unopened bedroom. His unopened bedroom.

She thought she was hallucinating.

“May?” So quite she barley heard.

He smiled. A small, sad smile. Damn he looked tired.

“May.”

Next thing they were hugging. She was feeling his hands and his body and his shaggy hair. Oh god. His hair.

He was back. Back in her arms.

And he was real.

He smelled... awful.

But it was him. And he was alright.

Her Peter was alright.

So i tagged you guys because you were very kind on my first post, so i was wondering if i could add you to a permeant tag list- if not i totally understand just hmu : @fallenaristocat @lionisreblogging @flakeybakey @firelordblaziken

[deliforniadream]

It is time for another #notetofutureme, something that I have come to enjoy stumbling upon whenever I find myself back on tumblr trying to avoid whatever is happenning in the present moment lol. So as of right now I am avoiiiiiding grad school work. It’s fun haing the label but goddamn it is SO MUCH WORK. I’m not loving it. I do want the degree, but I see myself taking one class at a time, because it’s so much work and honestly I feel so fucking paralyzed by the amount of shit I have to get done smh.

Besides that, job wise I’m doing kind of okay. I work (part time!) at a tech company, and I’m loving it. My boss is totally dope (CMG if you ever read this i love you lots and I think you’re awesome, workign with you has resolved like 8 years of workplace trauma) and I get to be creative as hell, but I still think I can be doing more with talents. I really want to do more. I would love to work in advertising tbh. It’s always been the goal, but how can I do that when I’m such a shitty writer? I mean I don’t think I’m a shitty writer, but I feel like I keep working at places where my writing style doesn’t neccesarily match the industry. In a nutshell, I feel like I’m getting closer to my dream job, but I’m not quite there yet. It sucks because I’m 25...still living with my parents...no bills in my name...no friends...fat af...*excuse me while I play 20something by SZA* and not where I thought I would be in life. DESPITE ALL THAT, My dear dellery/delifornia/dellshizle, we have come sooooo faaaaar in the past 3 years. emotionally? bitch we got boundariesss. fashionably? we setting trends, turning heads, and making it worrrk. mdid I mention we can beat tf out of our face? I’m talking lashes, highlight, BLUSH. Shorty we thriving. We’re moving forward. We’re building ourself up, layer by layer, brick by brick. We are recovering from childhood and workplace trauma. We are becoming the women we always imagined ourself to be! While it mayy not be exactly what we enviisoned, the current picture looks pretty nice.

Lastly, it seems that we are about to age out of our bio (under 25 and living the fucking life), aaaand that’s okay. We’re getting wiser, cuter, and older, and it’s okay. You’re turning twenty five, and it’s all going to be fine. The future is bright, and full of life, love, and beautiful memories to be made.

[fyeahcaptn]

Vampire. Or More?

this is my entry from the klaroline valentines day. for angie. kinda late in posting it here oops.

ff. ao3.

summary: klaus gets worried when james doesn't check in with a report on caroline, so when he calls, he's surprised when it's caroline who answers. worried about his vampire whose been apparently bitten, caroline demands he flies to new york to fix him. what will he find when he gets there? hint: caroline's changed a lot from the vampire he knew 10 years ago.

follows events past 5x11, but basically ignores TO canon (as per usual). no magical unicorn babies just because I can. NSFW because of smut reasons obviously. there may be a second part in the future. MAYY.

anyways, hope you all enjoy this one, and let me know what you think.

- shauna xo

He thinks about her everyone once in a while, truth be told. It could be something as simple as a piece of art he'd think she'd like, or a blonde girl in the street wearing one of those summer dresses she seemed to be so fond of. But his mind inevitably drifts back to her, back to them in the end.

He thinks about what she must be doing now, with her life. If she'd stayed in Mystic Falls, like she'd wanted once upon a time. Or if she'd left. She was born to see the world, to be a Queen. And honestly, what he'd do to be the one to show it to her. Perhaps. Perhaps one day. Maybe, just maybe, she'd let him.

But he'd promised to leave her alone. And he had, mostly.

He still had some tabs on her. Just enough to know she was safe. He didn't know what she was up to, however, or even where she was. His vampires were only required to report back to him if she'd managed to get herself in danger, and James tended to keep him updated monthly, to tell him she was fine. Which was why he found it weird when James didn't report back that day.

He sighed.

He promised Elijah he wouldn't get murdery whilst he was creating this meaning, something about keeping the city at peace. So, he settled on a text instead.

James, you know what happens when you disappoint me.

I do hope you haven't been lacking on your duties.

His phone vibrates not five minutes later, and he's unsurprised to find it's James. He doesn't even pretend to look at his stiffy, older brother with an apology, merely excuses himself.

He clears his throat as he answers, "James, I certainly hope-"

But he's interrupted by a voice he's all too familiar with, and one he hasn't heard in nigh on a decade.

"Klaus? I've been waiting hours for you to call! Hours! What do you have to say for yourself?"

He blinks.

"Caroline?"

"Duh," is the answer he gets and his lips twist up involuntary, "Now, would you care to explain why there's a compelled vampire following my every move?"

He sighs, his head tipping back against the wall.

"It sounds like you already know the answer to that, love," he says slowly. "And my apologies," he smirked, "about not calling sooner. Had I known you wanted to hear my voice earlier, I would have called you immediately." A pause, and then, "You could have called me yourself, you know, Caroline."

"Don't be cute." He knows she's glaring, even through the phone call. "Now, I suggest you get your ass to New York."

He doesn't quite know how to take that, but he smiles nonetheless.

"So that's where you are," he hums, "And you've missed me so badly that you need to see me immediately, I presume?"

"James was bitten," she hisses at him. "Trying to take down some wolf that was attacking me."

He growls at that knowledge. No one should even touch her.

But he shakes his head.

"He was just doing his job then," he summarises.

This time, she growls at him, and his fingers curl more tightly around his phone, unwilling for her to know how much that little noise turns him on.

"Come to New York. Now, Klaus," she demands. "It's the least you owe me for having me followed since who knows how long. And I've grown fond of James."

He deliberately avoids answering that, knowing that his reply won't make her any happier with him.

"Very well, love," he sighs. "I'll be on the first flight out."

"Good."

He's smirking, even as she hangs up on him. Seems he had a blonde vampire he needed to see.

Perhaps she'd be interested in visiting him in New Orleans soon enough. He suspects he'll have time to convince her, and healing James will sway her to him, won't it? (She'd said she'd been fond of him, but he chooses not to think about that part.)

He leaves Elijah a voicemail, knowing he'll be busy with the meeting for quite a while longer, but pays it no mention, other than for his brother to know he needs to look after the city while he's gone, however long that may be. He's in New York in less than a five hours, after having to track Rebekah down for the private jet, and he's at the address that Caroline had given him in not much longer, choosing to run there.

He senses her, before he hears her, and that's quite the feet for a vampire not two decades old. He hears rustling as she goes to open to door, and though he knew he were come to see her, his Caroline, at last, he still isn't quite ready for the sight of her after a decade of nothing.

Her eyes are somehow brighter than he remembers them, but perhaps that's because she's angry with him. If the expression wasn't a dead giveaway, with the way her lips are pressed tightly together and her eyes narrowed at him, the way her leg pops with her hands on her hips is a definite one.

"Caroline," he breathes, because all he wants to do now is gather her in his arms, and protect her at all costs.

It's overwhelming what he feels for this girl right now, because it never used to be like this before. It was never this intense.

She cocks her head at him, her eyes assessing him, even as he does feel a familiar heat in them, and he knows this can't all be one sided.

"Come in," she tells him, voice softer somehow. "Please."

She's different, somehow, he decides, as he crosses the threshold. He's not sure how, but she is. Maybe he is too. Because the pull he feels towards her now, the way he wants to make her his is something he never felt before. Not like this. He always wanted her, he knows that. He wanted her forever, but now? Now it's like he needs her forever, and he's not sure why it's changed.

He has his answer, as he tears into his own wrist, his blood pouring out into a cup, as he passes it to James, because her eyes bleed. But not into the searing red he was so used to seeing on her. This time they're amber. Like his.

She looks just as shocked as he does. Maybe it's the fact that her face is out, and she didn't expect it to be, he doesn't know. But she's magnificent. He's also aware of the way his fangs are out, unwilling to retract just yet, as he stares at her, hungrily, and yet in shock.

"You're a hybrid," he chokes.

.

She expected to see him eventually, to have to explain, but she didn't think it'd be so soon. And she most definitely wasn't prepared for the cluster of emotions she'd feel when she saw him. She used to love the way he looked at her, used to reveal in it, that the oldest being on this earth wanted her. But something's change, it's more intense if anything. And she knows that she's looking at him the same way.

It's lust.

Primal and hot.

And she feels her eyes darken, feels the veins pop out as she watches him tear into his wrist to feed poor James, and when his eyes flicker, she barely surpasses a gasp when she seems him in a similar state. And it most definitely doesn't do anything for her that he hisses at James to leave before he turns back to her.

She can't say she even pays it any mention.

"Caroline-"

"Shut up," she tells him, and she's up against him before he can blink, hands running through his curls. "Just shut up."

And she presses her mouth to his.

He groans against her, and his hands drop to her waist almost immediately, clearly on board with her plan.

(He feels this too right? He has to.)

His fingers curl around her, first around her tank top, and then bunching it up in his fingers, as his palms come into contact with soft skin of her back. The sounds he makes against her and rough and desperate as his mouth catches up, his teeth biting her bottom lip. His hands turn rougher, when his tongue snares its way into her mouth, pushing against hers.

This time, it's her whose makes a highly desperate noise.

He has her against a wall (who knows which one), with her legs clenched around his hips before she knows much of what is going on, and her top is in flutters around her waist.

Damn him, because she liked that one.

"I'll buy you a new one," he's muttering, as he sets to work, his lips following a trail down her neck.

His left hand wraps around one side of her neck, as he sucks. Hard. And she lets out a long stream of moans, as he grinds against her.

"Klaus," she groans, deep and throaty, as her head flings back against the wall.

He gives her a dirty grind in response, his cock pressing against her with such accuracy that he hits her clit with every thrust.

"Klaus-" she tries again, but she's cut off again when he suddenly has his tongue swirling around her nipple, her bra pulled down just bellow her chest, and her straps ruined.

"Mm?

"There's a perfectly good- oh!"

She feels his lips twist up, as his hand manages to slip down the front of her jeans, right into her panties, feeling the wet, heat of her. And she really wants to knock that smug look off of his face. God, he's annoying.

But, then he has two fingers curled inside her, and his eyes are back on her face, intent and watching her every move.

Nope.

So not happening tonight.

So as much as it pains her, she pushes him away from her, his surprise allowing her to shove him until he plops down on the black sofa with a humph. She doesn't stop until he tears his shirt off, and she kneels between his thighs, her hands undoing his belt buckle, and pulling his jeans down to his ankles.

Her eyes sparkle as she stares up at him, her hand just beginning to curve around his cock.

"Sweethear-"

"Shut up."

"Bossy," he gives her a throaty chuckle, but the rest is lost as she wraps her lips around him, and his head tips backwards, his mouth open on a groan.

His hand instinctively drops down to bury itself in her hair, as she moves at a steady pace, her hand moving at the base of him.

"That's it, sweetheart," he breathes, and she's surprised to find him looking down at her like that. "Suck my cock."

She won't admit that turns her on.

So, she sucks harder, her hand closing around him and stroking more firmly, and his hand tightens in her hair in response.

"I'll bet you like this, hm?"

Her eyes are staring up at him, wild and wide.

She hums against him, sending vibrations up his cock and he groans. He sees her rubbing her thighs together and he smirks.

"How wet are you for me right now, Caroline?"

She glares in response, but she pulls her mouth off him, and she traces a vein up his cock, as her hand moves around to fondle his balls, and he's far too close for a man who should have centuries off practise.

He hears, rather than sees the click that signals her fangs are out, and then he feels them, digging into his thigh, but not breaking skin.

"Very," she mumbles.

He knows his own eyes must be amber as he peers down at her.

"Take off your skirt, love," he demands, "And touch yourself for me."

It doesn't take much of her fluttering eyes, the way he sees her fingers move in and out of herself, as well as her mouth around him, that he's gripping her hair in his tight grip, and hauling her onto his lap, until he can pull her down on his cock, and the moan she lets out is positively sinful.

"Move, Caroline," he grits out, even as his hands reach around to grab a handful of her ass and pull her against him.

Her back is arched, as she grinds against, pulling and falling him and it's good, so good, great even, as he pulls her even tighter to him, his thrusts getting rougher as he gets closer, but she's so far gone that she can't quite fathom what else she needs.

Suddenly, she's upright, her thighs clenched around his waist, as Klaus pushes her roughly against the wall. One of his hands is on the wall behind her, the other coming around her hips to pull her more roughly into him.

"Yes," she groans, her lips pressing into his neck. "Right there."

He grins, his own lips trailing across her chest.

"Are you close, love?"

The noise she lets out is indication enough, and he leads back slightly, as he watches himself move in and out of her. She feels herself clench down at the sight. His eyes flicker up to hers curiously, before they flicker back down.

"Touch yourself for me," he breathes.

And yes, that's exactly what she needs, as his thrusts get rougher.

She feels her fangs come out as she stares down at him, biting her lip, as she wills them to go away. Klaus merely smirks, his head tips to the side. She doesn't ask for permission, the invitation more than clear as she tears into his neck, and she gives him her wrist, knowing it's what he wants, and it's what she needs too.

Not a moment later, he's tearing into her wrist. He's softer than she was, and less messy, but she doesn't care, as her hips chase his. Because this is exactly what she needed, to feel him.

He comes first, but it's a close thing, as she clenches around him not a moment later.

They're both breathing heavy, and Klaus drops them unceremoniously to the floor. He's pressing kisses against her throat as she comes back around.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?"

It's quiet, the words pressed against her.

"I wish I could," her words are just as quiet. "There's not much I know."

"Hm?"

"I was actually on my way to you."

His head snaps backwards, his eyes wide, as he searches her face.

"What?"

She smiles slightly, and shrugs.

"I was hoping you'd have some ideas, maybe a witch or two under your thumb in New Orleans? I didn't want to bother Bonnie. She's been busy raising two kids lately, they didn't need to be brought into this if it turned out ugly and-"

"Caroline?"

"Yes?"

"You're rambling, sweetheart," he dimples.

She gives him a pointed look, "Well, are you going to help me?"

"Depends."

"On?" she trails.

"How long were you planning on staying?" he asks instead.

"I don't know. Someone did once promise to show me around New Orleans. Music, culture, beauty, and all that. Any ideas?"

"Hm," he hums. "I don't know. I suppose he might still be interested."

He steals a kiss.

She gives him a look, and he bites back a smile.

"And I suppose I did miss him. Maybe even a tiny bit."

Another kiss that's far more heated that the last.

"Then who would he be to disappoint?"

She hums, as he leans forward on his knees, pressing his lips against hers that feels new. Like it's the start of something, rather than the end for once.

"So, does that mean you're coming home with me?"

"Depends."

"On?" He raises an eyebrow.

"If you're actually taking me bed tonight or if you expect me to sleep on the floor like this all night, because let me tell you, buddy-"

He rolls his eyes, as he swallows the rest of her sentence with a kiss, even as she throws her legs around him, as he begins up the stairs, dropping her down on the bed thereafter.

"Better, sweetheart?"

She smirks up at him.

"There's room for approvement."

And then she grips his neck and hauls him forward, planting a dirty kiss on his lips, and he groans against her.

Yes, they could deal with everything much later.