lets be alone forever

no offense but this night is flawless don’t you let it go i’m wonderstruck dancing around all alone i’ll spend forever wondering if you knew i was enchanted to meet you

i always forget that brook is probably going to be the last straw hat standing and i am Hurt by the thought that he could very well drift the seas alone once again

Brighter Lights Back Home

Happy EdWin Day everyone!

Word count: 2133

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Ed and Al’s first night back in Resembool after the Promised Day. Edward and Winry have some things to talk about.

Winry laid the old knit quilt at the foot of Alphonse’s bed. “Anything else you need?”

Al shook his head, exhaustion written across his face, tugging heavy eyelids downward even as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Thanks, Winry. I’m sorry I can’t stay up later with you guys. I wanted to be more fun on our first day back.”

“Don’t be sorry. We can talk more tomorrow.” Winry looked over to where Edward was digging through a suitcase.

Ed glanced up at her. “Yep. I’m just gonna help him get ready for bed and then I’ll be up for a little bit still. Now that I’m not sleeping for two,” he added, grinning at his brother. Alphonse chuckled.

Winry leaned down to wrap her arms around Alphonse, still marveling at the newfound warmth. “Sweet dreams.” Releasing him reluctantly, she crossed to the doorway. “I’ll be in my room when you’re done,” she said to Edward.

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His Wife in Hiding

Warning: None

Word Count: 1933

Summary: Unbeknownst to many, Klaus Mikaelson is a married man but years ago, after an explosive falling out, she left Klaus and he’s been chasing her ever since. But when Klaus finds her hiding out in New Orleans…

Pairing: Reader x Klaus Mikaelson and Reader x Elijah Mikaelson (platonic)

Part Two

This morning had been extremely productive for you. You’d worked out, organized and cleaned your lavish apartment, you’d caught up on your favorite shows and successfully mastered the spells you’d been studying in your grandmother’s old grimoire and you’d done it all before the clock struck noon.

You’d practically raised Marcel so he allowed you to practice as much magic as you wished.  

You were in the parlor with a cup of tea and good book when you heard a knock at the door.

You flinched, startled. You rose from your seat with your brows furrowed. You so rarely received visitors and rarely left the house. Marcel’s men would gladly do you the favor of running your errands, hoping that it would bring them favor with Marcel and move them up in the ranks. After living a life such as yours so full of drama and despair this apartment, so peaceful and quiet had become your safe haven.

With caution you moved towards the door. You glanced through the peep hole and released the breath you didn’t know you were holding. You sighed in relief and threw the white double doors open with a flourish.  

“Hello, brother,” you said with a bright grin.

Elijah Mikaelson returned your smile wholeheartedly. “Sister,” he said in greeting. He looked you over, taking you in, in that over-protective, brotherly fashion of his. “Isolation has been good to you.”

I dipped my head in thanks. “I’m glad you think so.” You stepped aside so that Elijah could come in.

Elijah sauntered into the apartment. He was the only member of the Mikaelson family that could enter your apartment. In fact, he was the only Mikaelson who even knew that you had an apartment. The less people that knew your location the better.

You shut the doors behind him. Turning around you met his worry-filled gaze.

You cocked your head to the side, taking him in. He’d gotten here in a rush. You could tell from his heavy breathing and his tousled hair and clothing. Elijah Mikaelson was usually well put together and ready for anything. His hair was always well done without a flyaway in sight. His clothes were usually wrinkle-free and as immaculate as he was. Something was wrong and he was doing a poor job of hiding it.

You put your hands on your hips. “What is it, brother?”

“Klaus is in New Orleans.”

You sucked in a breath. Your heart hammering in your chest.

“He knows you’re here. You have to move. Now. If you want to escape.”

You moved around the apartment in a literal blur. You knew this day would come. No one and nothing could stay hidden forever. Especially not from a Mikaelson. Let alone from Klaus Mikaelson.

“He’s a hybrid now. He’s awoken his werewolf side.”

You swore under your breath as you gathered your necessities and most prized possessions.

“How did he find out?” you asked, on the verge of hysteria.

“One of the witches told him.”

Your blood began to boil beneath your skin. When you got the chance, when you returned to your home in New Orleans, you would hunt down that witch, feast on her flesh and use her bones for tooth picks. You shook your head as if shaking the thoughts of bloodlust and revenge out of your head. You needed to be of clear mind. You needed to be in top shape if you were going to do this.

When you’d packed the last of your things, you looked around the apartment with tears in your eyes. These walls had been the closest thing you’d had to a true home in centuries. It had been your safe haven after years of running from your former husband and now it was time to part ways. You’d prayed that this day would never come and now it was here.

Your future was a blank slate and you hated it. You preferred having a destination in mind when it came to running.

“Got everything?” Elijah asked.

You nodded, swallowing the bile that had risen in your throat.

Your former brother-in-law opened the door and waved you over to it.

You nodded again and picked up your full suitcases and headed out the door and into the warm sunshine. You inhaled the clean fresh air. It was a stark contrast to the stuffy air back inside but you would still miss it all the same.

Elijah took the suitcases from your hands and placed them into the trunk of an awaiting black sedan. “I’ve taken the liberty of procuring a car for you. I hope you don’t mind.”

Tears pricked at your eyes. You shook your head and laughed, “No. No I don’t mind.”

You ran to him, wrapping your arms around your brother’s neck. “You are the best brother I’ve ever had, Elijah.”

He laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Don’t you dare tell Kol I said that!” you threatened.

He laughed harder. “I won’t, I promise. I love you too, y/n. I wish that our time together wasn’t cut so short.”

“As do I,” you agreed. “I’ll let you know when I find a safe place.” You told him, stepping out of the embrace. “I only wish that I could tell Marcel goodbye and thank him for his hospitality.”

“I’ll give him your love,” he assured you, opening the passenger door for you. “I’ve compelled the driver to take you anywhere you wish.”

“You are too kind to me, brother. I don’t deserve you.”

He pecked you on the cheek as he ushered you inside the sleek vehicle. “Don’t talk like that. I love you. Stay safe.”

“You do the same. I love you.”

With some reluctance he closed the door and sent you off.

And then you were riding through the noisy, crowded streets of the French Quarter. You watched enviously as trumpets blared and people danced and sang and paraded down the streets and sidewalks like no one was watching. A pang of jealously hit you square in the chest. For a moment you decided that it wasn’t fair but then you remembered that it was your own fault. That’d you’d chosen this life and made this bed and now it was time to lay in it. You were just a moment ago, planning to feast on some poor witch’s flesh.

You leaned back against the soft leather seats.

“Where to, ma’am?” the driver asked. It was the first time he’d spoke since you’d met him.

“The nearest airport please.” You told him in a small voice.

You still hadn’t figured out where you were going. Mainly because there was nowhere else you wanted to be. New Orleans was home. You wanted to go back to your apartment and reminisce about the good old days with Elijah. You wanted to baby and cook for Marcel. You were tired of running but you were tired of fighting too.

You sighed and closed your eyes, leaning your head against the plush leather seats.

You were nearly asleep when the door opposite of you opened.

Your eyes flew open. You gasped in horror when you saw who’d just gotten in your car.

“Don’t I get a goodbye too, love?”

“Klaus,” you gasped.

“Calm down, my lovely. I only want to talk.”

“I have nothing to say to you!” you spat.

“Good. Then you can sit here and listen.”

“And if I don’t want to?” you challenged.

“You want to keep running from me then go ahead,” he invited. “Be my guest. I’ll even give you a head start if that’s what you want.”

You folded your arms across your chest and gestured with your hand for him to go on.

He cleared his throat, dramatically.

You rolled your eyes in response.

He opened his mouth to speak but he let out a rare nervous laugh.

“What? You wanted to talk so talk.”

He rubbed at his beard. “I never thought I’d get this far,” he told you with a grin. “I’d dreamt of the day that I’d get to talk to you. To beg your forgiveness and now that we’re here, you’ve got me tongue-tied. Just like when we were kids.”

You turned away from him, biting your lip.

“I love you. I’ve always loved you and I’ll never stopped. The day you left was the day when immortality felt more like a curse than the gift I’d always made it out to be.”

“Why is that?” you asked him.

“Because what is the point of forever without you?”

You leaned your head against the window with a soft thud. “Don’t do this to me,” you whined. “We’re not good together Klaus.”

“How can you say that?”

“Because it’s the truth! Together we are chaotic and deadly and cruel and I don’t want to be that anymore!” You said turning to looked at him.

His eyes were clear, blue, calculating and smoldering, they raking over you with unmistakable hunger that sent chills down your spine. “Leave it to you to focus on the negative.”

“And leave it to you to be the one to act like the negative never happened.” You said throwing up your hands.

“I know what happened and I know what I did. What we did. But I would take it all back if I could, if it meant that you would come back to me or that you would have never left in the first place.” He inhaled running his hand through his curly, ginger brown hair. “We may have been chaotic, deadly and cruel but we were also happy and madly in love. We belong together, y/n. Don’t you see that? We were meant to be together, always and forever.”

“But at the expense of other people, Klaus.” You told him. Anything to keep from him how his words affected you. You loved it and hated it when he got all romantic like that. You wrapped your arms around yourself.

He sighed when, leaning back against the seat. “I can’t make you stay but I’m begging you not to go. Let’s work this out, my darling. I know we can. There is no way in the world that you could have forgotten how good we are together.”

You remained silent.

He put his face in his hands. “I won’t come after you if you choose to leave again. And if you decide to stay and you want to work this out, I’ll be staying at the old plantation. If you want to stay and live in peace…I’ll leave you be.”

He leaned in towards you.

Your breath caught.

He kissed your temple and then your cheek.

His lips were warm against your skin. You were relishing in the familiar sensation of his lips on you when he pulled away.

You sucked in a breath.

“Stop the car.” Klaus told the driver.

The car pulled to a stop in the middle of the road. Thankfully they hadn’t been moving very fast but that didn’t stop the drivers behind them from furiously honking their horns.

Klaus looked back at you one last time. You could see the fear in his eyes. You could tell that he thought this would be the last time he’d see you.

Klaus stepped out of the car and walked back in the direction of the French Quarter. You watched him through the back window until he disappeared from your line of sight.

“Ma’am?” the driver called, startling you.


“Still to the airport?”

For a moment you couldn’t speak. You were so torn. “Yes…to the airport,” you said unsurely.

Author’s Note: I had such a good time writing this! Please let me know if you enjoyed this story and if you would be interested in reading a part two!

Part Two


Long but SO WORTH the read because I met THE REAL TAYLOR SWIFT. I am honestly still in a state of utter shock but I cannot describe how unbelievably HAPPY I am. Taylor has been stalking me online for over a year WITHOUT ME KNOWING WHATSOEVER. Seriously, I fully believed I had ZERO hope of her ever knowing me. I thought meeting her would forever remain some beautiful dream… Let alone being PERSONALLY INVITED BY HER to come and meet her in London, just so she could have me hear her whole new album a month before its release. She trusts me eith something so precious to her and it is the biggest compliment - my heart cannot comprehend it. Her management were beyond lovely, her parents complete and utter sweethearts. Talking to them and Taylor herself felt as though they treated me like we were friends. She came and sat right with us, RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. I reached out my hand before she sat down and without the slightest bit of hesitation, she took it, looked me straight in the eye and said “Vanessa!” with a huge, genuine smile - and when I couldn’t BELIEVE it and said “you know my name?” she told me of course she did. Later in our personal M&Gs she confirmed that again. Throughout those hours we spent with her, she looked you directly in the eye while she sung with you. She had a whole album to get through, yet she fully, fully took her time. Throughout, whenever anyone would make a comment or give her a compliment or ask her a question, she NEVER ignored it. No matter how seemingly small. She would look you right in the eye and respond with a smile. A proper response. She’d check up on us throughout, ask how we were doing, if anyone needed water. Got her management to hand us out water bottles. She sung and danced with us and made us feel so safe and secure and relaxed - NOT A SINGLE TRACE of overbearing management pushing us along or keeping us apart like you’d hear with other stars. Her parents gushed to us about how much she loves her fans, how she talks about us, how this album is for us. Her parents and management were so kind and gentle and genuinely happy to have us over. We were all given merch because Taylor mentioned it’s been tough to get it sent here as of late with the new online store being set up. Taylor Swift invited me into her circle of trust. Her entire life is placed on display for the entire world to scrutinise as they wish, and yet she still invited about 100 fans to share in her most special secrets. That is a trust I will never, ever break. So although I will not go into detail about what I shared with Taylor, I will share this - the woman has a heart of solid, solid gold. I’ve been saying for years now what a kind soul she is - and I’ve never had my doubts - but I can one million percent confirm this after being in presence for hours. So say she only writes about her exes. Or call her a snake because she was betrayed by bitter people and you only want to take a certain side to stay “cool” and current on the internet. Say she’s greedy or fake or whatever you want, because not only will it never be true - she genuinely does not care. Taylor has every reason to turn stone-cold and spiteful and vengeful and to cut everyone, including fans, out as a result of how the world turned against her - but she is still warm and loving and open and kind and that is a powerful thing to admire. And even more so, despite how much the fickle world turned against her - she’s so happy. She’s surrounding herself with who and what matters to her and she’s GLOWING as a result and there is truly something to learn from her. @taylorswift @taylornation thank you for what you’ve done for me and for Jonathan and for anyone who’s life has ever been changed for the better because of you. Thank you for showing me how to be fearless, because right now, it truly feels like freedom - and I love you so much. Oh, and FYI, Reputation (out November 10th) is GLORIOUS and is more and more proof that Taylor is one of the most talented, intelligent songwriters of our generation. She has a gift given by God, and I’m so beyond grateful I finally got to share that with her. 💗

anonymous asked:

how would you recommend starting a relationship?

There I was again tonight
Forcing laughter, faking smiles
Same old tired lonely place

Walls of insincerity,
Shifting eyes and vacancy
Vanished when I saw your face

All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you

Your eyes whispered, “Have we met?”
Across the room your silhouette
Starts to make its way to me
The playful conversation starts
Counter all your quick remarks
Like passing notes in secrecy

And it was enchanting to meet you
All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you

This night is sparkling, don’t you let it go
I’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you

The lingering question kept me up
2 AM, who do you love?
I wonder ‘til I’m wide awake
And now I’m pacing back and forth
Wishing you were at my door
I’d open up and you would say, “Hey,
It was enchanting to meet you,
All I know is I was enchanted to meet you.”

This night is sparkling, don’t you let it go
I’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew
This night is flawless, don’t you let it go
I’m wonderstruck, dancing around all alone
I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you

This is me praying that
This was the very first page
Not where the story line ends
My thoughts will echo your name
Until I see you again
These are the words I held back
As I was leaving too soon
I was enchanted to meet you

Please don’t be in love with someone else
Please don’t have somebody waiting on you
Please don’t be in love with someone else
Please don’t have somebody waiting on you

This night is sparkling, don’t you let it go
I’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew
This night is flawless, don’t you let it go
I’m wonderstruck, dancing around all alone
I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you

Please don’t be in love with someone else
Please don’t have somebody waiting on you

I recently hit 500 followers but didn’t have any time to do anything for it. Usually I’d offer to write some drabble prompts for people to celebrate but I just finished a big fic project, I have Ships to finish and then PBB to write.

So instead I thought I’d do a follow forever of my mutuals. I love every single one of them!! I was going to call out my faves but honestly, they probably know who they are since I bug them all the time!


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Since I haven’t spoken to all of you there really is no easy way to find out who your mutuals are, is there? Unless I’m missing something! Side blogs make it difficult!

If I haven’t spoken to you and we are mutuals, please come speak to me!! I’m so socially awkward I almost never make the first move but if you talk to me I will respond. 

Also if we are mutuals and I haven’t included you, please let me know and I’ll add you to this, I want to add you!! 

Also if we’re not mutuals and you’re on this list sorry, the xkit thing in my activity told me we were!

Despite using Tumblr for many years I am pretty inept at this stuff and I’ve never done a follow forever before.