happy early mothers day

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The Memory of a Chat

Happy Mothers Day! Have this early little drabble since it kinda has some relevance. :D

MariChat May 15th: Something Sweet

(ao3)

Summary: Marinette bakes Chat a cookie. Somehow this ends in tears.


Marinette hummed happily as she took the cookies out of the small oven in her family’s kitchen. She had decided to bake them due to Chat Noir mentioning that he hadn’t had a sugar cookie in years. So of course she had to make some for his next visit.

Really, she sometimes wondered if he knew how much she was willing to do just to make her partner happy. Though if he figured that out he would probably figure her identity out as well. Which would be bad.

Placing the pan down Marinette smiled. Hopefully he would arrive soon so that the cookies would still be warm when he showed up.

Her cheer didn’t diminish as she loaded a plate up with the delicious smelling cookies. She couldn’t wait to see his happy face as he munched down on them.


She made a happy noise when Chat came through the hatch.

“Hey Chat!” She smiled in greeting.

Chat perked up at her smile. “Hey princess. You’re looking purretty happy today.”

She nodded. “Today’s been good. Do you want a cookie?” She held up the plate.

“Sure.” He smiled and took one. “What kind are these?”

“They’re sugar cookies!” She grinned. “They’re, like, my second favorite type of cookie.”

Chat stared at the cookie in his hands with a solemn look.

Marinette smile dimmed. “You don’t like sugar cookies.” She tried to fight the disappointment. She thought he had said…

“No, no I do like them.” Chat shook his head in disagreement, but he didn’t eat the cookie.

“Then why…?” Marinette gestured to the cookie in his hand. “Is there something wrong with it?” Her lip trembled slightly.

Chat didn’t reply.

“If you think it’s bad you don’t need to eat it Chat.” She murmured softly.

Chat sighed. “That’s not it Marinette. The cookies look great, it’s just…” He sighed again.

“Just what?” Her brow furrowed in concern.

“Just…” He sighed. “My mother and I used to make sugar cookies. Before she…”

“Oh Chat.” Marinette put her hand on his shoulder.

“I really need to get over it.” He chuckled bitterly. “I’m just weighing down my father, and now you as well.”

Marinette shook her head rapidly. “You’re not weighing me down Chat. I’m glad you told me about this.”

He looked away. She frowned and grabbed his chin so she could force him to look at her.

“Look at me Chat.” She gave her most stern look. “I don’t know who gave you the idea that you are supposed to just forget about your mother, but their wrong.”

She took a deep breath.

“How about we make some cookies together just like you used to.” She smiled at him with extra enthusiasm. “That way you can have a new happy memory.”

Chat smiled hesitantly and nodded.

“Okay!” Marinette pumped a fist in the air. “Let’s do it!”


About twenty minutes later found a very messy grinning Chat Noir slumping down at the counter as Marinette cheerfully put the first batch of cookies in.

Chat chuckled. “You sure it’s fine to use all these ingredients?”

Marinette face scrunched up. “Of course. Silly kitty this is my house after all.”

Chat just grinned.

Marinette smiled happily at him.

Chat looked at her oddly. “You look really happy.” He murmured.

“Of course!” She giggled. “You’re finally happy so I’m happy.” She said with a silly grin.

Chat Noir grinned wider. “You’re the best Marinette.”

She flushed slightly. “Haha, thanks!” She rubbed the back of her neck.

They spent the rest of the evening laughing at stupid jokes and munching on the cookies they had made.

lovetolisten2  asked:

I would really like to post art that I have that's nsfw , but I'm nervous about what would happen if ppl irl found out about it, especially if I ever get a following of any size. any advice about that balancing act? (sfw and nsfw art, blogs, etc)

I’ve had several questions about this  so will try to address a few of the others as well with this one if it’s alright <3

It’s something I had to come to terms with a long time ago. I’ve drawn NSFW stuff for a long time but just recently dedicated a blog to it.  
To me it ultimately came down to ‘ Am I embarrassed that I do this? Should I be? Why do it? How should I present it? ’
I’m not embarrassed by any of it because nothing I’ve done I see as wrong. Yes what I  draw are weird humans, human monsters or some facsimile- but all are sentient intelligent beings that in the gross majority of my work have heavy romantic/consensual/ loving undertones *SPOILERS I’M A HUGE HOPELESS ROMANTIC* So even though I do draw a lot of smut/porn/etc there’s always substance to it. Not to mention it fulfills my love for drawing the nude form in weird contorted posing and not having to cover it up with clothes.

I also don’t subscribe to the notion that sex is wrong or should be frowned upon. All normal laws applying of course - age , consenting, etc . If you’re a willing participant and that’s what you want- by all means. If that’s not your jam- no problem! Everyone’s different. It’s the main reason I keep my blogs separate- not because I’m embarrassed but I know that’s not some people’s jam. If they still want to enjoy my art they can by following one, both or neither - no biggie! Thanks for stopping by <3

Why do it at all if it was something I had to come to terms with and how to approach? Simple! As a transman I not only felt bad about my body at the start but a lot of what I saw wasn’t what I was looking for in porn/smut. I love exploring the diversity of  human forms and that eventually branched out into the semi human and monsters. It was a way for me to both  accept what I have been working towards with my own body but seeing what I don’t see out there already.

All of this is individualized and yes sometimes I still get embarrassed if one of my more ‘vanilla’ friends finds my blog but ultimately its not something I worry about. I have student loans for christ sake - I’d rather worry about that and my overwhelming debt.

As a bonus, here’s a picture of my mom looking at Monsters and More 1. LOL She’s insanely understanding, I think she’s just happy that I make money anyway I can. THANKS MOM U ROCK HAPPY EARLY MOTHERS DAY!

(Happy early Mother’s Day, B&tB fandom - have some headcanons - )

Belle’s mother:
- her name was Heloise
- from her earliest days she was a beautiful child, but goodness was she willful
- “willful” was indeed how she was often described, the most complimentary way to put it
- she learned how to dance and walk and speak with poise and ride a horse and comport herself with a proper woman’s grace, never once did she look down upon the act of being a lady
- but she scoffed at the idea she had to confine herself to it
- her family was well-to-do, not of noble blood but truly respected in society; she was presented at court once or twice in her youth though of course she was nowhere near important enough to interact with the royalty
- the older she got the less restricted she became: outspoken, seeking out every literary salon, never bothering with a hat when she was in a hurry, riding too fast down the street and sometimes not even sidesaddle
- the other girls teased and giggled and whispered
- she heard them and never cared
- she was like a pirate queen in a romantic novel, the kind of woman easily pictured wearing men’s trousers and brandishing a pistol to defend herself
- eventually came the day when boys became young men and the willful beauty with the flashing eyes who dominated every literary debate in Paris was all that they could think about
- then suddenly those giggling whispering girls did their best to be more like her
- but it’s hard to imitate such a genuine article
- her family knew well what type of young woman she had become, so when she fell in love with an artist they merely threw up their hands in resignation
- her life with Maurice was very different from her wealthy childhood and youth
- but she never missed what she didn’t have, never complained and never cared
- despite the pain and fear and sorrow at her passing she felt no regret for the life she had chosen, no regret at the end, for she died in love and having known the happiness of loving
- no regret, that is, save one: that she would never see her baby grow up to become a young woman

Adam’s mother:
- her name was…rather long, quite the mouthful as she was a noblewoman
- but you may call her Apolline, good sir or madam, and it please you
- she was always a quiet girl, a quiet woman, dutiful but intelligent
- she did flawless embroidery and read books of poetry and paid careful attention to her servants and carried herself overall with a queen’s grace
- when she did speak her voice was always calm and firm, when she spoke she always had something important to say
- and men and women without fail listened
- her husband was a not a good man, but then she had never expected to marry one; her heart had always been resigned and practical
- she left him to do what he would, she respected him for the fact that he kept out of her way, that they as good as had separate households within the castle
- once she bore him their son she asked that he come to her bed no more, and to her inner relief he listened
- she did not meddle in how he dealt with his subjects, it was not her place and she knew it would do no good to speak out or try 
- but silently where she could she tried to offset his behaviors by distributing alms and charity
- she was a good Christian woman as became a noble wife, said her prayers every night and visited her confessor regularly, though she did not know in all honesty if she believed in a God that was always looking out for his children
- the closest she ever became to being fierce when was it came to her son
- she kept him near and oversaw most of his education herself, and when her husband tried to take the boy away, the only time in their marriage she resisted
- and he who scoffed at so much she otherwise said and cared about, saw something in her eyes that made him back away silently
- her illness was a long and wasting one, she knew her end was coming well before it arrived
- her greatest fear was not where she was going but what she left behind
- she worried what might happen to her son, and she prayed that someone would come along after her to love and to protect him

LeFou’s mother:
- her name was Felicite
- alas she was well named, she was from the start a doe-eyed girl, a dreamer
- not the kind of dreamer that leads to curiosity and adventure, the kind that sits all day looking at clouds and gathering flowers and humming little songs while the cows go un-milked and the eggs un-gathered
- she was always happy but it was an empty type of happiness, telling stories to escape, so cheered by those stories she was mindless to the possibility of anything better
- her parents and her elder sister tried to toughen her up, tried to protect her, but she remained naive
- the young man who came to town wasn’t all that handsome and had no money, but he was charming and a good singer and it was too easy to be-spell a bright-eyed farmer’s daughter who still wore her hair in braids
- she was lucky enough to have family to intervene, they made him at least marry her first
- after the wedding night he was gone, left town and traveled far away
- she thought not of it, he’d told her he was a merchant
- for five years she repeated that story with a happy smile: her husband was a merchant, he had to travel far and work so hard, but someday soon his travels would bring him near, he would come home again
- when he did he would kiss her tenderly, he loved and missed her so, her darling Jacques
- when he did he would finally meet his son, the little boy she had named after his father
- she never got out of the habit of dreaming, never really learned to work hard, and though she loved him she was too absentminded to mother her son properly
- she had to stay with her elder sister, already married and widowed, and her sister’s children, by living together they made something of a household
- every few months her husband would bother writing a letter and she’d sigh over it fondly
- she would get one of her nephews to tell her what it said, repeat all the sweet words and reassurances, for she never learned to read
- no one was surprised when she caught a chill one year and wasted away, it was as if her dreams had finally taken her
- her last words were “Jacques, my love” but everyone knew she meant her absent husband; in truth her thoughts lingered rarely on her child

Gaston’s mother:
- her name was Athalie
- to call her so would have left her flustered, she most her life was “Madame Bûcher”; what name to her but as her husband’s wife
- she did not have many friends anyway, even when young she was shy, head down when addressed, speaking softly
- the woodsman made for them a little house on the farthest side of town, practically among the trees
- her world was to keep this house clean, keep her husband fed, mend his clothes, rub his back when he came home from a long day’s work; she did this well and it made her happy
- they wanted children and they tried for many years
- then they gave up, content with each other despite their silent sadness
- then when she was old, and he older, they had so unexpected the healthiest, most beautiful baby boy one had ever seen
- a boy who grew bigger and stronger, despite that she was small and frail, and her husband though stout and strong was otherwise average
- they knew not where he came from, this blessing they had so longed for, and they marveled over and adored him
- she was a faithful woman, superstitious, rosary always with her, despite her meekness insisting every Sunday her family make the journey into town to sit for mass, anything less was unthinkable
- she called her son, born to her so late in life, her “miracle from God”
- she marked his jumps in height against the front door’s frame, she went hungry so he would have everything he wanted to eat
- every time he left the house she would stop him, wipe off any speck of dirt and smooth his hair, admonish him never to hide such a handsome face
- she would send her boy to town with a list she made with symbols on a scrap of paper, praise him when he carried back the shopping one-handed
- her greatest happiness was to watch him grow, her fondest dream for the day he became a man, took a wife, started his own family
- her son’s fourteenth summer a fever swept the countryside; he was off hunting
- her husband fell ill, as she did her best to nurse him she too succumbed; together they died the same way they’d done so much else in life, unremarked and quietly

Damon And Elena: In A Hundred Lifetimes, In A Hundred Worlds, In Any Version Of Reality, I’d Find You. I’d Find You And I’d Choose You.

Elena: “If the past is a place without you and me together, then stop living in it.” 6x13

Salvation. That’s all this season is. Just endless salvation.

I still haven’t remotely processed half the revelations we’ve received about Delena thus far (I mean 6x02 and 6x07 alone).

Then ‘The Day I Tried To Live’ happened.

And somehow even my substantial vocabulary is not enough to adequately articulate what was accomplished here.

I did not anticipate that the writers would go this far with Elena’s compulsion. When I said they were using it to tear down every long held misconception about Delena, I didn’t even factor this into the equation.

They just changed the game. Again.

This season is literally one divine revelation after another. It’s like 3x22, 4x23 and 5x16-5x22 on steroids.

It’s fucking brilliant.

Because they aren’t even being subtle about it. They’re not tiptoeing around these issues or playing both sides anymore.

With the triangle well and truly dead, they are dropping nuclear bombs on every argument anyone has ever used against Damon and Elena’s love.

All while maintaining this magnificent married couple dynamic that is steadily pushing Delena closer to an engagement with every episode.

Beginning with, as I’ve dubbed it, food porn: the sequel.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“Ooo. You think we can sneak one before the party?”

“I think Caroline might fry us in the sun.”

“It’s worth the risk.”

“Come here.”

“You know we never talked about… The fact that you kissed me.”

“And you kissed me back? I know. That’s the whole point of kissing, so you don’t have to talk about it.”

“Right, well I just wanted you to know that I’m good with that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah we’re… We’re good. Really good.”

“Is this the talk?”

“Pretty much.”

“Perfect.”

Sweet Mary, mother of God. As if the sandwich thing was not enough. Or even the pancake thing.

Now we have a cupcake thing.

This food theme is killing me.

It’s so damn domestic it’s messing with my head. They almost seem like human newlyweds. I’d think they were if I didn’t already know they were vampires.

And of course only Damon and Elena could make eating cupcakes fucking sexual as hell.

I cannot believe they did this. That he fed it to her and she was looking him in the eyes while she bit into it. That she moaned aloud at how good it was, her eyes practically rolling back in her head. That he reached over totally nonchalant, all slow and with this delicious sensual purpose, and wiped the frosting off her lip with his thumb.

And then sucked that frosting off his thumb while looking her in the eyes like he wanted to bend her over the kitchen counter.

Damn lusty bastards. Thank god they ended this episode with DEX. The tension here was out of control. I couldn’t have waited any longer.

Clearly they couldn’t either.

“You know we never talked about… The fact that you kissed me.”

“And you kissed me back? I know. That’s the whole point of kissing, so you don’t have to talk about it.”

“Right, well I just wanted you to know that I’m good with that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah we’re… We’re good. Really good.”

“Is this the talk?”

“Pretty much.”

“Perfect.”

This was ADORABLE. Like when she asked him out to dinner in 6x11 adorable.

It’s something else we never, ever got to see with them the first time around.

This simple, early stages of dating behavior. Like navigating the after effects of the first kiss. Deciding what it means and where you go from there.

Everything happened so disjointedly and chaotically with them before. They followed no logical or expected progression with their firsts. It was part of their charm.

But now that they’ve been given this second chance, they’re approaching this all a little more normally. Without any back and forth or questions of intent. Without sire bonds and doppelgänger bonds and the complication of loving other people.

They are finally being given some breathing room to be a couple without everyone clamoring to destroy them and their happiness.

And damn if it’s not well deserved.

Kai: “A sad attempt at iron welding.”

Elena: “I tried to fix it.”

Kai: “I can’t bring Bonnie back with this.”

Elena: “I thought you were the all powerful leader of the Gemini coven now?”

Kai: “I destroyed this so that it couldn’t be used again.”

Damon: “Well can we use that hunk of junk to send a message at least? It is her birthday.”

Kai: “It is?”

Damon: “Yeah, it’s really sad I mean, little Bon Bon she’s gonna be getting all dressed up for a party no one’s even gonna show up too. I mean I wonder if she even knows that it is her birthday. Or do all the days just blend into one vast sea of misery. I wonder.”

Kai: “One of the crown wheels survived, that’s a positive. Plus I am mega powerful.”

Damon: “Yeah.”

Kai: “What do you wanna say?”

Damon: “Well I mean if Bonnie needs magic to get out we just need to tell her where to find some.”

This scene will wind up underrated in Delena’s history. It will go unnoticed in light of how the episode ended.

And that’s a damn shame. Because this is what I really love about compelled Elena.

Watching her fall in love with Damon. In these quiet, unassuming moments, surrounded by all the crazy that is their lives. And yet in the midst of it all, she’s learning more about him every minute. Learning things that are making her love him. Respect him. Admire him.

Again.

It’s also a perfect illustration of how little the compulsion affected of her personality. Despite her missing memories of Damon, she has not changed. She is still the same Elena, with the same yearnings and flaws and expectations.

She still sees the more unorthodox and off-putting aspects of Damon’s personality for what they are.

Part of what makes him so great.

Like his penchant for manipulation. His ability to read a situation or a person and use what he discerns to his advantage. He’s very clever and observant. He sees everything.

He’s also very persuasive. In a way that is entirely unique to him.

And Elena appreciates that about him. She holds those traits of his in a certain esteem, because she recognizes that he uses them in the best interests of his loved ones.

It wasn’t always like that. When she first met him, his manipulative tendencies were used to mess with Stefan, to get his way and to open the tomb Katherine was supposedly in.

But now that he’s evolved so spectacularly into this hero no one ever expected him to be, he uses his once dark impulses and skills to the advantage of others. To help his friends and protect his town and save his girl or his brother.

Which is something else he and Elena have in common. Their ability to emotionally manipulate a person or a situation for the benefit of another person.

It’s an aspect of Elena that her friends often ignored about her when she was human. Because most of the time she only ever utilized it in a positive way.

Still, there were times when she exploited something or someone for less noble reasons. Times that only Damon ever acknowledged.

He’s always known she was capable of the same type of exploitation and mind games that he is. As usual, he recognized that in her long before she ever did in herself. He even called her out on it when she used it against him.

They’ve always been far more alike than anyone ever wanted to admit.

And in this moment, as she watches Damon play Kai just the right way in an effort to get a message to Bonnie, she carries such obvious pride in him. She’s genuinely impressed by his tactics.

Almost as if her soul is recognizing his for what it is.

Twin to her own.

Jeremy: “People don’t just change like that.”

Damon: “People usually don’t merge with their siblings either.”

Kai: “Uh, for the record, I would’ve been fine with any of Luke’s qualities. You know the hair, the whole gay thing. You know maybe not the height actually.”

Jeremy: “You seriously buy this?”

Elena: “Look I’m not saying we have to like him. But if there’s a way for us to tell Bonnie how she can get out-“

Jeremy: “We should trust the guy that changed personalities overnight?”

Kai: “Think of it like Elena in reverse. You know she was human. Pure. Dating the good Salvatore. Then she became an undead blood vacuum, stopped caring about right and wrong, started dating the bad one.”

Elena: “That’s not how it happened.”

Kai: “Hmm, I’m sure I missed a detail or two. But I’m just paraphrasing what Damon told me in the prison world.”

These writers have no chill. Not an ounce.

They’re literally calling out all of Delena’s haters and blatantly telling them that they’re wrong. That they’ve been wrong this entire time.

It’s savage.

And only made even more so by the fact that the confirmed sociopath is the one presenting this argument.

Another reminder from the writers that only crazy people believe it’s as black and white as Kai just made it seem.

“Think of it like Elena in reverse. You know she was human. Pure. Dating the good Salvatore. Then she became an undead blood vacuum, stopped caring about right and wrong, started dating the bad one.”

It’s such an obvious kick in the teeth to the people who’ve tried to bash Delena with this argument that all I want to do is cheer.

As if it was ever this simple. This definable. This black and white.

It wasn’t. Not ever.

Much like the truly nonsensical claim that there is a good Salvatore and a bad one, the idea that vampirism somehow erased Elena’s morals and that it’s the only reason she was able to overlook Damon’s darkness is equally as moronic.

This is not a fucking fairytale. There’s no line in the sand that distinguishes the villains and the heroes.

Everyone on this show is a villain and a hero. They are all good and bad. They’ve all made the right choice, and just as many times they’ve made the wrong one.

They are all killers. And not even for supposedly heroic reasons, like protecting the ones they love.

They’ve killed people in cold blood. Snapped necks, ripped out hearts, sucked innocents dry. Ripped heads off.

They’re monsters. Or they could be viewed that way.

But monsters don’t love. Don’t try to do the good and heroic thing. Don’t bother to acknowledge their humanity. Don’t feel remorse and regret for their mistakes.

So they’re heroes with tainted histories. They’re flawed, not infallible like everyone likes to pretend.

And vampirism is not even the determining factor in that. Because even the humans have blood on their hands.

Even human Elena was put in a position where she had to kill, or plot to kill, to affect a greater outcome. Even she was able to overlook the fact that Stefan tore up the coast with Klaus, wracking up a body count much higher than Damon’s. Even she let go of the fact that Stefan tried to kill her. Twice.

It didn’t erase her feelings for him. It didn’t cause her to turn on him. It didn’t prevent her from forgiving him. Because she’s a compassionate soul. Because her whole personality revolves around looking for the best in even the most damaged people.

Which is why she fell in love with Damon while she was human. Because she saw the good in him, the humanity, when the rest of the world only saw a monster. While everyone consistently labeled him the bad brother, she learned that there was no bad brother. There was just Stefan and Damon, two siblings with violent histories and twisted impulses.

She erased the line in the sand between them long before she ever transitioned.

So this irrational claim that being a vampire somehow tainted her, that it caused her to forget her morals and compassion, that it was the only reason she was able to love Damon means nothing. It was an exercise in stupidity from the start.

The whole damn purpose of Elena Gilbert’s character, of her entire life and story and existence, is her love for other people. Her ability to forgive even the worst, most disturbed people their sins.

She forgave Katherine on her deathbed for gods sake. After Katherine KILLED her little brother. And then tried to kill her the night of her graduation.

Elena’s most admirable trait as a person is her talent for looking at the whole picture. At all of someone instead of just the parts they show publicly.

She knows that evil is not born. That people begin good and human, that it’s the world that warps them into something dark. And that is what allows her to forgive, even those who have wronged her in the most horrific of ways.

She did not CHANGE when she died. If anything she is more compassionate and forgiving than she was before. She is more loving, more understanding.

She’s just learned to temper it. To balance her overwhelming compassion and selflessness with a little more selfishness and self-preservation. She’s no longer a martyr. She no longer makes decisions based on what other people tell her.

She thinks for herself. Which is the change her friends perceived in her after the transition.

She stopped letting them decide for her. She chose who she wanted to be with because it was what she wanted, not because it was expected of her.

She loved who she wanted to love, everyone else be damned.

“You know she was human. Pure. Dating the good Salvatore.”

There is nothing in the world I loathe more than this argument.

What the fuck does this even mean?

Who said humans are any purer than vampires just because they’re human? What kind of logic is that?

Who said that ripping people’s heads off in the heat of bloodlust is a sign of being ‘good’ just because the perpetrator feels terrible about it afterwards and expresses that remorse openly? What makes Stefan’s sins any better or worse than Damon’s? What makes Stefan any more or less of a hero than Damon?

NOTHING. There is no logic to this good brother, bad brother nonsense and never has been.

Just like there’s no logic to this humans are pure and vampires are void of all morals nonsense.

The entire basis of the argument against vampire Elena is that her transition - and her choice to be with Damon - was some kind of proof that she stopped caring about right and wrong. That it was a sign she wasn’t innocent anymore. That she would obviously never love Damon if she was still human because human Elena was ‘pure.’

What a load of absolute bullshit.

Human Elena was not pure. She was not some little dove that was incapable of error and unable to love a monster. The very fact that she EVER loved Stefan after finding out what he was should be proof enough that her purity died a long time ago.

It died when she went off that bridge the first time. And really it was even before that.

Because she was never totally pure. Or she didn’t want to be. She craved the darker pleasures in life from the time she was sixteen.

If Elena was so pure while she was human she would not have had such an issue being with Matt. Her supposed purity implies she should’ve wanted the vanilla, white picket fence life Matt was planning for the two of them at that time.

She didn’t want it. Not any of it. The very idea of it was suffocating her, terrifying her. She had no intention of spending her life as a housewife trapped in Mystic Falls until she died. That life never became her.

Even as a ‘pure’ human sixteen year old girl.

It was that same ‘pure’ girl who fell in love with a vampire not six months after her parents’ accident. Even knowing what he was, what he was capable of, she loved Stefan anyway. Even after discovering the terrible things he’d done over his long life, she still loved him and fought for him.

That is not a sign of purity.

It’s simply a sign of love. Because love - real love - isn’t pure. Especially the no holds barred, out of control way that Elena Gilbert loves.

And that is exactly why she did fall in love with Damon as a human. It wasn’t about being pure or being human or being anything other than herself. A girl who loves with no reservations, a girl who sought a more adventurous life, a girl capable of the same darkness that Damon and Stefan are.

Being a vampire had nothing to do with it. As we’ve all known for years, even if Elena had never transitioned, she still would’ve ended up with Damon eventually, no matter how long it took.

Humanity and purity played no part in it. Just like Damon being the ‘bad’ brother played no part in it.

Falling in love is not about morals. It’s not about right and wrong. It’s an emotion. A connection. You don’t DECIDE that you feel that way, you just do. Even if the person you love has a sordid past.

Elena herself said that when she fell in love with Damon on her birthday it terrified her. Because she didn’t want to feel that way about him. She wasn’t supposed too. But with every new thing she learned about him, with every increasingly more selfless way he exhibited his love and humanity, she couldn’t stop herself from falling for him.

Because it was about HIM. Not about his mistakes or his status as the black sheep or her loyalty to Stefan. It was all about Damon. About the kind of person he was - the person she saw from the beginning underneath all his dark bravado - that made her love him.

As a human. She was human and eighteen and she loved Damon.

And there is nothing wrong with that. It doesn’t make her any less compassionate and moral and loving as a person. It doesn’t mean she changed.

It means she was always going to feel that way. Human or vampire, sired or not sired, compelled or not compelled, Elena Gilbert will ALWAYS love Damon Salvatore.

“That’s not how it happened.”

Even with her absent memories she still knows Kai’s logic is flawed. That she didn’t just wake up one day in love with Damon because she was a vampire.

Because that’s fucking irrational, the idea that changing into a different species would degrade your morality and make you love someone that apparently can’t be loved without said degradation.

As if being morally bankrupt was the only way she could ever love Damon.

As if being a vampire somehow killed all her morality to begin with.

Even though her entire existence as a vampire has been predicated on her morals. Even though she tried to COMMIT SUICIDE because she killed Connor, a vampire hunter who was trying to kill her and her brother. Even though she’s only compelled in the first place because she knew she couldn’t risk attacking innocent people by continuing to take the witch drugs.

But Elena doesn’t care about right and wrong anymore obviously. She’s clearly lost all compassion and reason. Of course she could never love Damon otherwise.

Even though Damon only died because he drove into a goddamn explosion to bring his little brother back from the dead. Real monstrous right? The epitome of selfishness.

Idiots. Just absolute idiots anyone who tries to claim all of this.

Which is exactly why Elena shuts it down, because even compelled she knows it’s all ludicrous.

She knows she assumed the same ridiculous things about Damon and their relationship months before. She couldn’t wrap her mind around loving someone she thought was a monster.

But she’s learned very quickly how misguided that position was. She knows she was wrong. She’s accepted it, admitted it.

She’s seen the real Damon. The hero. The good brother. The loyal friend.

The dedicated boyfriend.

And she knows it would be insane NOT to love him. That only someone void of all morals and compassion could look at him as he is now and believe he was a monster or claim he’s the bad Salvatore.

He’s the best of them all. And she knows it.

She’d defend him to the death if she had too.

“Our suicide bourbon. Bonnie and I made a pact we’d drink this together. That’s what I’m gonna do.”

“To you Bonnie. So is Kai right about me? By turning into a vampire I completely changed?”

“The guy’s a psychopath. Don’t let him get in your head.”

“I’m not. But do you ever think about it, like if I would still be with you if I was human?”

“Okay we’re doing this.”

“It’s just a question Damon.”

“No.”

“No what?”

“No I don’t think we’d be together if you were still human. You had a choice, you chose Stefan. Human you was on your way home to him. Car went off the bridge. You turned and suddenly I was back in the picture.”

They are leaving no stone unturned. They’re drowning every obstacle in Delena’s path, making absolutely certain the road to their endgame is free and clear, unburdened by all doubt.

I’m just ecstatic.

For those who simply refuse to see it, who even after 6x02 still don’t comprehend how long Elena has been in love with Damon, the writers are setting the record straight.

They are righting every wrong caused by 3x22. Shattering the delusion that human Elena would never have found it in her heart to love Damon, or admit to it.

They’ve spent years trying to maintain the illusion that human Elena’s life and love revolved only around Stefan. That she simply didn’t have it in her to be with Damon then. That she had to be a vampire to make that transition.

And now they’re taking it all back, knowing that we never believed it anyway.

We knew better. After all the sire bond was proof enough that she absolutely did have feelings for him while she was human. That she and Damon had all the potential in the world from the beginning.

Vampirism had nothing to do with it. It did not manufacture her feelings. It simply enhanced what was already there.

What had been there since she was sixteen, silently festering in the deepest caverns of her heart.

The night her parents died, the night she met Damon, set them both on a course they were never going to deviate from. No matter how long it took or how hard the journey was, they were always going to end up together.

It’s the real reason the writers showed us that Damon HAD met her first after that phone call. It’s what they were trying to tell us all along.

That the real love story has always been between her and Damon. A love story that started before her parents ever died, before she ever encountered Stefan.

Before the show even began.

“So is Kai right about me? By turning into a vampire I completely changed?”

This is ingenious. Truly ingenious.

During all of season four Elena was lambasted by everyone she loved (apart from Damon) for becoming a different person after she transitioned. Her oldest friends, her supposed soulmate, her own brother all thought something was wrong with her. That she needed to be fixed.

That she was broken by vampirism. That it erased the things that had made her compassionate and sweet and lovable as a human.

They were wrong. Just so fucking wrong. About all of it.

Which was the whole purpose of Elena’s journey in that season. Recognizing that the changes she experienced after her transition were not the result of the sire bond, of Damon’s influence on her or even of her death on that bridge.

She didn’t change. She matured. She grew up. She stopped living her life based on what other people expected of her. She made more selfish choices to ensure her own happiness. She loved who her heart told her to love, not her head.

She embraced herself. Her own darkness. Her own flaws and weaknesses. Her unorthodox strengths.

She stopped looking at the world in black and white, stopped making decisions predicated on her obligations to others, stopped sacrificing her happiness because of moral or social expectations.

Mired as they were in angst and tragedy, they were all positive changes. But they didn’t make her a different person.

Vampirism only amplified what already existed in her. What she’d only exhibited in secret as a human. What had only been dragged out of her in Damon’s presence.

It didn’t just heighten her emotions. It heightened her personality. Especially the parts of her she’d hidden from her friends, from her brother. From Stefan.

But never from Damon. Even as strangers she never hid from Damon. All her denial about the supposed darker parts of her personality melted away around him from the start. Which, oddly enough, is why they fought so much to begin with.

He was inciting behavior and emotions and thoughts in her that no one else ever had. And it scared her. It thrilled her. It put her off balance.

Until she got more accustomed to it. Until she got so close to him that those behaviors and emotions and thoughts became natural. Instinctual.

So by the time she transitioned, she was already halfway there. She was already coming to familiarize herself with those closeted aspects of her personality.

The transition simply put it into overdrive. And while it may have overwhelmed her some at first, she really wasn’t as surprised as she should’ve been. As she would’ve been if she’d never experienced that kind of darkness before (bloodlust excluded).

Her friends were the ones that were shocked. The ones that just didn’t understand, and refused to accept, the real Elena. The Elena who has always craved passion and adventure and danger. The Elena who loves with her whole heart, no reservations in sight.

The Elena that is asking this very question, because compulsion or not, she hasn’t changed at all.

Erasing Damon did not make her any less of who she became when she died. Everything she embraced about herself with his help did not disappear with the compulsion. She is still passionate, adventurous, and dangerous. She’s still brazen and crazy, with a tendency toward selfishness or manipulation if the situation warrants it.

She is still Elena. Damon’s Elena. The REAL Elena.

And that is the whole damn point of having her hash this out with Damon.

Because she doesn’t remember her own transition properly. She doesn’t remember the last three years of her life properly. Which means she doesn’t remember how Damon was the only one who supported her when she grew into herself after she turned.

She’s basically an objective third party, questioning her own personal history. Looking back at her flawed memory of her past and wondering if the things she’s hearing from Kai are true.

Did she really become a different person? Did she change THAT much? Is she the absolute anti-thesis of her human self? Is she right now, at this very moment, a distorted version of herself just  because she’s a vampire? Is being a vampire the only reason she’s able to be with Damon?

All questions that her and Damon’s naysayers have brought up, both on the show and otherwise. Everyone has wondered these things since 3x22. Even Damon and Elena.

And they’ve all disregarded them for the most part. Because uncompelled Elena stuck to her guns. Even though her changes alienated her friends, killed her romantic relationship with Stefan once and for all, she did not back down. She did not hide from the ways that vampirism changed her. She did not hide from the things Damon made her feel.

She stopped hiding from herself and what she wanted. And she never looked back.

So her friends stopped ignoring what was right in front of them. They stopped looking at her as damaged or different and accepted the new, grown up Elena who loved and chose Damon and not Stefan.

It took time, but it happened. Everyone stopped asking these ridiculous questions.

At least out loud. Internally, they’ve clearly all still wondered. In the darkest corners of his mind, this has obviously plagued Damon for years.

Which is exactly why the writers brought it up now. When uncompelled Elena, the one with all the answers, could not set the record straight. When compelled Elena had to make the determination for herself based on her own unbiased perception of the situation.

And she is unbiased. She has no idea what Damon did for her when she transitioned. Or even before, while she was human. She still isn’t quite in love with him. Her opinion is not tainted by emotion or the influence of her memories or her friends.

The perfect way to tell the morons who continue to hold this viewpoint about Elena and her vampirism just how fucking wrong they’ve been since season four.

“No I don’t think we’d be together if you were still human. You had a choice, you chose Stefan. Human you was on your way home to him. Car went off the bridge. You turned and suddenly I was back in the picture.”

I never thought they’d address this. Certainly not so brazenly.

But they’re nothing if not thorough when it comes to Damon and Elena. They cover everything, even the things we’ve ignored or forgotten over the seasons.

Because they don’t just want Damon and Elena to be happy. They wanted them to earn it. And now that they have they want us to KNOW that they’ve earned it.

By derailing every single allegation that has ever been held against them.

Like the notion that vampirism made Delena happen. That it was the key to their romance, rather than just a tool by which it came about when it did.

Elena’s transition was not the cause of her relationship with Damon. It did nothing but break down the last of her denial about him. It burst the dam of her love for him wide open.

But in order to burst open the dam, there would’ve already had to be something there. She would’ve already had to love him.

And she did. As we learned in 6x02, she”s loved him for even longer than we ever guessed.

Something Damon doesn’t know yet. That she loved him months before she transitioned. That choosing Stefan on that bridge was never an indication that she didn’t love him. If anything it was a sign that she did and was just too scared to embrace it.

Does it matter though, that he doesn’t think she’d love him if she was still human? Does it matter that he doesn’t know?

It does. Because not knowing is maintaining one last stronghold of doubt in his heart. It’s keeping him from accepting how real this has always been between him and Elena.

As he rightly deduced in 2x01 and tried to get her to admit, there has been something going on between them since they met. He knew it back then, before he ever admitted to loving her. He felt what was brewing in their not so platonic friendship. Felt, in fact, that it wasn’t just a friendship at all.

They were always something more.

But the mistake he made after trying to convince her - killing her brother - has kept him from believing what he claimed that night for years. He was never so certain about them as he was when he showed up in her room that night.

And if he’d never killed Jeremy and temporarily alienated Elena he might’ve remained that certain.

That mistake cost him his own personal faith in what he and Elena have. Even though all is forgiven, even though she’s proven time and again how much she loves him, that night has tainted his belief that human Elena would’ve ever chosen him in the same way 3x22 has.

Which is why this whole conversation, this whole episode, is so crucial.

Because it’s time he stops living under that illusion. It’s time Jeremy’s death at this hands and Elena’s choice on that bridge stop casting a dark cloud over what they could’ve had if she’d never transitioned.

He thinks that choice in 3x22 was indicative enough of human Elena’s feelings for him. He’s positive she didn’t love him before she died. He has no evidence from her time as a human - other than their kiss in Denver - that could convince him otherwise.

He clearly is just as in the dark about what happened on her eighteenth birthday as we were.

And Elena can’t tell him any different right now because she doesn’t remember.

But her lost memories are an advantage in this instance. Because important of a moment as her birthday might be, it’s not the only proof that Elena loved him while she was human.

There are thousands of moments that prove that, both before and after 3x01.

Just as there are thousands of moments following Elena’s transition, right up to this very episode that prove she loved him while she was human.

Because it was never about being human.

And Elena knows it.

She doesn’t need her memories to back it up. She feels it now just as she did then.

And after three years, she finally tells him what she should’ve told him a long time ago.

That while he may not have always been her choice on the surface, at the end of it all there really was no choice.

Because every time she didn’t choose him, she wound up circling back to him anyway.

“So Jer’s applying to art school? Might wanna compel him a decent portfolio cause he ain’t that great.”

“Don’t be mean. He needs to move on with his life. And so do I.”

“Not sure I’m a fan of that transition.”

“Look I’ve… I’ve made some huge mistakes in my life. Being with you wasn’t one of them. And yes I had Alaric compel away my love for you. And yes I did love Stefan once. The night I died, Matt was driving me back to him. And yet I found my way back to you. Damon, I somehow always find my way back to you. It doesn’t matter if I have memories or not, it doesn’t matter if I’m a vampire or not.”

“You’re just saying that because you can’t change what you are.”

“No Damon, I don’t care what human me would’ve done. Because she’s not here. I am. And if the past is a place without you and me together, then stop living in it.”

For the love of all things Delena, how did we get here.

How did we get to a place where Elena Gilbert tells Damon Salvatore that being with him wasn’t a mistake.

How did we reach a point where Elena Gilbert tells Damon Salvatore that she’d be with him no matter what she was or what tried to come between them.

How did we achieve this success. A success that surpasses the revelation of when Elena fell in love with Damon.

Because the when doesn’t actually matter. What really matters is that she knows, memories or no memories, that she doesn’t want to live in a time or a place where they weren’t together.

She just wants to be with him. For now and for always. As she wanted months before, when she told him all she saw was a future with him.

This was like a continuation of that beautiful moment in the forest, when she proposed for the second time, confirming that their breakup really had just been a way of securing their happiness down the road.

Now here she stands with no recollection of that moment or any other positive one they shared prior to his return, totally confident that being with him was, and is the right choice.

That it is, in fact, the only choice she ever really had.

“He needs to move on with his life. And so do I.”

“Not sure I’m a fan of that transition.”

I must start with this. For two reasons.

One, because Damon thought for a moment that her profession that she needed to move on with her life meant moving on from him and them. Which is exactly why this conversation was so necessary.

Because he shouldn’t think that. He shouldn’t have doubts and fears like that. Not anymore.

If he knew the truth about her eighteenth birthday he wouldn’t have those fears. But he doesn’t know.

And neither does she. So she had to assuage his remaining uncertainty about them another way.

By showing him that she has let go of everything that threatened to destroy them in the past. That she is ready to move forward with him and leave their baggage behind. For good.

Even though she doesn’t remember all their baggage correctly, she knows there’s boatloads of it. Not the least of which was her choice on that bridge.

A choice that has defined them for too long. That has stuck between them, the only true lingering obstacle in an otherwise (relatively) bump free relationship.

Damon’s death wiped out every roadblock they’d ever had.

Except 3x22. Overcoming that requires something else. Something that was only ever in Elena’s power to give.

Her understanding and subsequent proclamation that every time she tried to make a choice that wasn’t Damon, that choice somehow brought them back together anyway.

Even when he wasn’t her choice, he was still the conclusion. The destination at the end of her every journey. The only stop on the twisted freeway that is her life.

What she finally understands with her unbiased perception of their past, is that there was never a choice. Not between him and Stefan. Not between being human or being a vampire. Not between her compelled and not compelled states of existence.

Because every road she’s ever taken has led her back to Damon.

“Look I’ve… I’ve made some huge mistakes in my life. Being with you wasn’t one of them. And yes I had Alaric compel away my love for you. And yes I did love Stefan once. The night I died, Matt was driving me back to him. And yet I found my way back to you. Damon, I somehow always find my way back to you. It doesn’t matter if I have memories or not, it doesn’t matter if I’m a vampire or not.”

This rivals her speech to him in 4x23. Which has incidentally always been my favorite of her love declarations.

So I suppose it only makes sense that this is a parallel of that scene in front of their fireplace.

When Elena chose Damon after graduation, she made a point of telling him that she wasn’t sorry. For meeting him, for the changes he’d instilled in her, for him making her look at vampirism in a positive light.

For loving him. Even with all they’d been through, she wasn’t sorry that she loved him.

But she also made sure to drive home how real their relationship is. By reminding him, herself and everyone else that he’s not always been the best person. That he’s made terrible mistakes that could’ve cost him her love. That should have - would have - if she were anyone other than Elena.

And she equates the mistakes he’s made in regard to her with the choice she makes: being with him.

She claims it will prove to be her worst decision ever.

Which, of course, is exactly how we knew it wouldn’t be. And it wasn’t.

It was her best. The best choice she ever made.

And even without remembering a single second of their time as a couple, compelled Elena knows that. She gets it. She FEELS it.

He was the right choice, IS the right choice. He isn’t a mistake.

She’s been tiptoeing around him since his resurrection. She’s been tentative because he was a stranger to her.

But the more she’s gotten to know this Damon that she literally brought back from an emotional death - HER Damon - the more she’s come to realize what her uncompelled self did months ago.

She understands why she got in that car and drove into the explosion with him. Why she was so sure he was the only one for her, why she was so in love with him she couldn’t even fathom life without him.

Because what they had was right. Good. Real.

Difficult and complicated and out of control as it was and is, their love is the best thing that ever happened to her.

It’s more or less what she told hallucination Damon in 6x01. That being with him, loving him, had fulfilled her, had given her the life she always wanted.

It’s why she was so distraught that she couldn’t handle living with just the memories.

She needed HIM. Plain and simple.

“And yes I had Alaric compel away my love for you. And yes I did love Stefan once.”

One of their best qualities as individuals and as a couple is that they don’t beat around the bush.

Elena didn’t even try to pretend that they hadn’t had their fair share of challenges. She erased him from her mind. She used to love his brother.

She chose his brother over him on her last night as a human.

But that was another lifetime. Another Elena, who wasn’t ready to accept him and all that he is.

Not this Elena, who even without her memories doesn’t have one iota of romantic love for Stefan in her anymore. She’s so far removed that she puts what they had right where it belongs.

In the past.

She loved Stefan ONCE. A long time ago, before life become too brutal and overwhelming, before tragedy shaped her into the aggressive, sassy, passionate woman she’s grown into.

She loved Stefan before Damon for a reason.

Because loving Stefan ultimately led her to loving Damon. Choosing Stefan time and again led her to Damon.

As she has rightly deduced about their history, her every choice has been ABOUT Damon in some fashion. Whether she was choosing him or not, she oriented her life around Damon from the start. She was never running TO Stefan.

She was running AWAY from Damon.

And the only reason she ran is because deep down, she knew once she gave in there’d be no going back.

She was right.

“The night I died, Matt was driving me back to him. And yet I found my way back to you. Damon, I somehow always find my way back to you.”

I couldn’t have scripted it better. It’s a totally succinct summary of their whole relationship since the night they met.

She always finds her way back to him. Even buried under a mountain of denial as she was when she was human, even sired, even without emotion, even as she was drawn to Stefan by a traveller spell, even as Damon himself tried to create distance between them, they were never able to stay apart for long.

Every time they’ve ever tried to separate, they’ve only ever come crashing back together with the force of a dozen battering rams.

Separation was futile. Distance - emotional, physical, or mental - has done nothing but strengthen their bond over time.

And Elena took the best example ever to illustrate that for Damon.

She chose his brother right before she died. Her last act as a human.

But that choice only sent her directly into Damon’s waiting arms. It killed her relationship with Stefan completely.

Because choosing Stefan was never about Stefan. She chose out of fear. Out of obligation.

Out of pure denial.

It’s exactly what she tried to tell him on that phone call. In her tears and her words was the only explanation we needed for why she turned around and drove back to Stefan.

She wasn’t ready to love Damon, even though she did. She wasn’t ready to be with him, even though she wanted too.

Yet her not being ready only made sure that fate intervened. Her choice to go back to Stefan killed her. Literally.

And her death brought all of her feelings for Damon directly to the surface. Where they would stay, no matter what.

Even if she, say, compelled them out of her mind. Erasing her memories did not erase her love.

Choosing to let him go through the compulsion did not keep her and Damon apart.

Just like choosing Stefan on that bridge did not keep her and Damon apart.

Because nothing CAN keep them apart. They cheated death. Magical emotional bonds and flipped switches. The universe.

Mind control for gods sake. She fucking erased him and she STILL loves him. Still chooses him.

Still found her way back to him.

“Damon I somehow always find my way back to you.”

The story of the Vampire Diaries ladies and gentlemen. It’s a tale of Damon Salvatore and Elena Gilbert letting each other go over and over again, only to reunite in ever more magnificent ways.

Because their love cannot be undone by absence, distance or time.

In all trials and tribulations, in all tragedy and angst, amidst storms of horror and fear, their love has only increased as the years have gone on. With every mistake either of them have ever made, every choice no matter how right or wrong, they have proven one thing consistently, without fail.

The end of every road for Damon and Elena is each other.

“It doesn’t matter if I have memories or not, it doesn’t matter if I’m a vampire or not.”

Behold. The real purpose of her compulsion.

To show him, to show her, to show us that it doesn’t matter what she is or what her mind tells her.

Her heart just belongs to Damon. That’s it.

As a human, as a vampire, compelled, uncompelled, sired, not sired, with emotions or without them, her soul is entirely entwined with his. They cannot escape it.

They have been bonded, intimately and passionately and without limit, since the night they met on that road. All it took was one conversation, one look, a few flirtatious smiles.

And the deal was done. Just as the location of their first meeting symbolized, their respective journeys in life are each other. Every good or bad thing that has ever happened to them, that they’ve ever done only brought them together. First the night Elena’s parents died, and then again and again and again.

Until they stopped fighting the pull and gave in.

Until they understood that what they have trumps all of their mistakes and all of their attempts to do right by each other.

It was their souls’ way of telling them that not being together is NOT doing right by each other. Every time they’ve let tried to let go the world has only conspired to show them they were doing themselves a great injustice.

They were hiding from something that just wasn’t meant to be denied.

It’s too real, too powerful, too NECESSARY to their very existence.

They’ve always believed the universe was conspiring to sabotage them.

While that might be true, it turns out something has been in their corner all along.

Them.

Much like they are all each other needs, they are all their love needed to survive, to overcome.

They didn’t conquer death and fate and mind control with help from anything else. They didn’t need the help.

They just needed each other. And it worked itself out every time.

Because their love is a force superior to the whims of the heavens and the supposed finality of death.

They themselves are superior. They are in a league of their own.

They are, as they have always been, one love to rule them all.

“No Damon, I don’t care what human me would’ve done. Because she’s not here. I am. And if the past is a place without you and me together, then stop living in it.”

Pure, straight poetry. It’s like a love song written just for them and spoken by Elena. It should be set to music.

And it was. ‘Time’ wasn’t playing in the background for kicks.

It was there to strengthen Elena’s whole argument.

Time is not relevant for them. They are a romance built on the imminence of the present, on the promise and unpredictability of the future.

But they shape that present and future themselves. They define it. They rise above it.

Just as they rise above their past. And a bloody past it is. A dark one, filled with personal tragedy, constant pain, nearly unbearable mistakes.

A past where they weren’t always together.

A past Elena wants no part of. If that time in her life doesn’t include Damon, then it means nothing to her. Not anymore.

It’s the means by which they found their way to each other yet again.

But they don’t need to live in it. To let it become their next obstacle.

So she chose Stefan on that bridge. So she erased her love for him.

So Damon died, left her, even though he promised her never would.

So what. They’re still standing here, in their room, as dedicated to each other as ever.

They still found their way back to each other.

Because that’s all that is relevant about their past at this point. Their history has only shown that they were always going to end up here. Not broken and separated, as Damon had so long believed.

Together. They were always going to end up together, no matter how long it took or how bumpy the road was.

And while Damon may be the one who needed to hear these life affirming words, Elena needed to say them even more. To bring them full circle.

To set in motion that legendary shot of them naked in bed together, her touching his arm with something akin to wonder before picking it up and wrapping it around to cuddle closer as he lay sleeping.

With almost too much love brewing in the depths of her eyes.

She didn’t need to say I love you. Her actions said it all.

They said that she meant every word. That he wasn’t a mistake, that even in spite of their complex history she chose him anyway, did so again and will continue to do so. That they always find their way back to each other. That she’s done living in the past because it’s a time when they weren’t together.

The look on her face in that final shot says that in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, she’d find him. She’d find and she choose him.

No matter what tried to stand in their way.

different memories, shared love

Levi is on his tiptoes, trying to reach that box from the top shelf that has tea leaves inside of it, when the kitchen door creaks open and Eren steps in. Levi instantly drops back to his feet and furrows his brows. Sure, the sun has already risen so you could say the day has begun, but Levi knows it’s not even half six yet.

Eren’s hair is a mess, which is not a surprise, he’s wearing the pants of his uniform and a white shirt. His grey eyes are wide open and his lips are slightly parted; he looks utterly confused. There’s something more in his expression, too, and from the deep sea of his eyes, Levi finds it; Eren’s alarmed. Eren’s holding white flowers in both of his hands.

”Captain -” Eren starts but cuts himself off, biting his bottom lip. Levi can feel his eyebrows dropping even lower at the weird tone of Eren’s voice. ”I didn’t think you’d be… up yet.” Levi lets out a short breath that could count as a pathetic chuckle. He can tell the other hadn’t expected to see him.

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