the circumstances that came about that allowed the life he wanted to be stolen

Magic the Gathering Rarities: Celebration Card Trinity on Trade Group

A few weeks ago, I came across something extraordinary in the local trader community, and today, I thought it would be best to share my experience and knowledge of what I saw that day.

Under ordinary circumstances, I wouldn’t be mentioning a post from another trade group. However, something like this is another landmark in MTG history, second only to the 1996 World Champion Trophy and sale for the original art, it deserves to be shared, and these stories should be known by everybody.


This is Raphael Puleo. He runs a humble MTG store known as Magic Bazar in France. He’s also the proud owner of 3 of the world’s rarest and richest pieces of MTG history, spanning back to the beginning of this game.

In his hand, he holds a copy of Splendid Genesis, Fraternal Exaltation, and Proposal. To many, these are names that are vague, even unknown. However, try to understand that three cards are an infinitely important part of Magic The Gathering History, as these are the three cards that Richard Garfield created to celebrate various periods in his life. Make no mistake, these cards are well worth more than Power 9 (Excluding Alpha/Beta Lotuses), and the stories behind each of them are incredibly touching.

I’m also going to explain why Proposal appears to be covered up later on, since some people might ask.


Splendid Genesis

Of the existing celebration cards in MTG, Splendid Genesis is probably the most well-known card, having been listed on eBay and seen in auction houses a number of times over the years. Printed to commemorate the birth of his first child, only 110 copies were ever made and sent out to incredibly close friends and well known employees at Wizards. It was also drawn by Monique Thirifay (an early WotC employee), and to date, is the only card she has ever produced. The card effect is also wholesome and makes me feel happy.

For this card alone, the current market value is an estimated $10,000, which is an amazing price to behold, but probably worth it for something so unique.

Fun fact, Mark Rosewater is also a proud owner of one of these, if my information is correct, which makes a lot of sense.


Fraternal Exaltation

Fraternal Exaltation was a card done in the same fashion, printed to commemorate the birth of Garfield’s second child. However, the amount released this time around was 220, a significant increase, and perhaps a sign of Wizards increasing growth as a company? Or Garfield had more friends, who knows.

This card however, was drawn by Susan Garfield, Richards sister and for me, personally, owning a celebration card drawn by your own sibling is far more amazing than just another Black Lotus.

Given that the print run for this card was significantly larger, the price is lower as a result, but prices still range from $3-$5,000, with those copies having been sold out already.

And of course, comes the best for last.


Proposal

What follows is one of my favorite romance stories and the most feelgood MTG tale I’ve ever heard.

In October 1993, Garfield enlisted the aid of Dave Howell, and the late Quinton Hoover to create a unique and special card. Using this one of a kind piece, Richard was going to propose to his then-girlfriend, Lily Wu.

All together, a single sheet of 9 cards were produced, with one being used for a very special game:

“According to Richard, he put just put one in the all-white deck he was playing. As luck would have it, the first three games the pair played, he didn’t draw the card. He did finally find it in the fourth game, but was losing. At one point, Lily asked if he wanted to concede because, as a playtester, she didn’t think any card he could play would allow him to win. Shortly after, Richard played the now-famous card” ~ MTG Librarities

So, they did get married, and the 8 remaining copies were sent to family memebers, and Dave and Quinton. Unfortunately, Quinton’s copy was stolen at some point, but it has been verified that this is not that copy.

The most unique thing about this card, is that Richard and Lily told all of the owners never to reveal the original artwork to preserve the memory. That image up there? It’s not the actual art, it has never been revealed to this day, and because of that, it is the greatest mystery in MTG history (there’s another fake image out there too). Hence why Ralph has it covered up. As a result, it’s no surprise that the only copy currently being sold is being offered at an astounding $35,000.

I could build a vintage deck with that kind of money. A good one too….


Altogether, the three cards are being sold off for a staggering $55,000. But for 2 cards that barely register in the 3 digit population, and another with just 9 copies in existence, and with all 3 of these being such an important part of MTG history, the price tag is well deserving. It’s still a shame though, that we’ll never see the original art for Proposal, but perhaps its best to keep it unique like this…..

I hope you all enjoyed the wonderful story behind these cards, and hope you’ll retell it to other players as well.

If you wish to check out the original listing, feel free to check out the Misprints, Oddities, Rarities for Magic the Gathering Facebook group. There’s always something amazing being listed there.

Alright, it’s time to talk about a character you’ve likely all been waiting for…

Yup. Old bait breath and everyone’s favorite rich, creepy dimwit.

Vlad certainly has gotten popular over the years, and not without good reason. He’s a superb villain, and the show wouldn’t be the same without him. He’s funny, threatening, and interesting. All the things you need in a good villain. In particular, what’s always made him so interesting to me is the fact that he’s an absolutely disgusting man, but it’s hard not to sympathize with him somewhat and see how he came to be that way.

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Mother Knows Best: Rumbelle 6x17 fix-it

Summary: Post 6x17 “Awake,” Rumple returns to the shop to tell Belle that the Black Fairy has Gideon’s heart, and Belle can’t keep silent any longer. 
Rating: T    WC: 3294
A/N: Because I needed Rumple to talk to Belle about the Black Fairy having Gideon’s heart, and for Belle to confront the Black Fairy. Thanks to the wonderful @rowofstars for looking this over.

{On AO3}

This conversation wasn’t going to be easy.

Rumplestiltskin slowed his stride as he approached the front door of the shop, pulling out his pocket watch. It was nearly midnight, and he turned the key in the lock with a leaden heart. He wasn’t anxious to reveal what he had learned to Belle. The truth was, he’d been bluffing when he confronted his mother about holding Gideon in thrall. It had been a lucky guess based on magical intuition, and in her surprise, the witch had admitted her guilt.

He opened the door and hung his overcoat on the rack inside the door, pausing to light a few candles that dotted the tops of the display cases. Stop stalling, fool. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, then dragged his feet toward the back room. Belle would yet be poring over magical texts both light and dark, as she had been every night, until the wee hours.

It was one of several areas on which they’d come to a compromise. They would pursue any and all possible ways of bringing their son back to them; nothing was declared off limits so long as they agreed to it together.

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don’t let this destroy you|| old man logan

Originally posted by sirsusblack

Okay, so I’m about 70% better and I’m doing everything in my power to get out as many of these today as possible. I really hope you’re all still enjoying them, because I for one happen to love writing for Old Man Logan. 

** Masterlist: If you are ever in my masterlist and can’t find a fic I wrote, it’s probably because I took it off of there. I normally tag all of my fanfics under #Kayla Grace writes imagines so all of them should be under that tag!

This one was third place in my poll the other day, so here it is! I hope you all enjoy! Probably mostly angst.. Also Platonic. No romance here.

Key: 

y/p – your powers

Requested by Anon: Logan and Laura find the reader and find out she’s just like them and on the run as well, so they agree to take her in. One night Logan and the reader are talking about their past and the reader becomes emotional and says.. “If I was a success, then why do I feel like such a failure?”

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A Warrior's Life

TITLE: A Warrior’s Life

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Four

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: 

Imagine Viking Loki coming to your village, raiding and pillaging, before deciding there is something about you that intrigues him and deciding to take you back to Asgard with him. There, you are forced to learn a new life and language, and though you hate what has happened to you, you learn that Loki is not as bad as you think. 

RATING: Mature. 

Thor led the way back down the hillside to the village, looking back every few minutes to keep an eye on Loki, who was holding a rope that was forcing the young woman along behind them. She seemed to fight it every few minutes, and try to pull away, but in all honesty, it seemed only half-hearted, as though she could not summon the willpower to do what she so desperately wanted to do. It was as though she knew it was futile to fight, but still felt she had to try, but a quick pull of the rope and she obeyed once more. Though the look in her eyes told Loki, that had she not been exhausted mentally and physically by what had happened her kin, she would be far more difficult to control. He was unsure why exactly he had thought to bring her, but she had nothing left behind, and it was normal to bring back slaves, she was strong, she would be of use. His brother warned him that she reminded him of the horse father had tried to break when they were boys, Loki recalled the beast, no matter how often it was saddled, it would not break, and it would not lose its wildness. He had hoped she was the same, and when he told Thor such, the older man had thought him mad.

“What will we tell Baldr? We cannot turn up without Cnut and Tyr and no explanation. And I doubt we can tell them we think she did it, not that they would believe us anyway.” Thor asked as they came into view of the others, who were walking away from the village, laden with bounty.

“Have you lost your senses brother? If they ever suspected she did it they would each rape her in turn and then slit her throat. The purpose of keeping her is to keep her alive, to give her a chance.”

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Until That Day:  Part 2

This is a very belated birthday gift for @starscythe and @somewhereapart.I hope you two enjoy this continuation of what was supposed to be another one shot. For anyone who would like to read part 1, it can be found here



April 5, 1867

Dearest Regina,

I should find it odd, I suppose, that I am sitting at my desk journaling about you rather than the day’s happenings on the farm. I write down even the most mundane details each night so I can refer to them to assist me in planting and managing the farm as best as I can.

But today was anything but mundane. For today, you officially stepped off of a train and into my life.

When my eyes first found yours, I fear my jaw may have dropped open, for you are an incredibly beautiful woman. I am honestly amazed that I managed not to make a complete fool of myself when I first kissed your hand, or perhaps I did and you are just too kind to allow me to realize it. I expected an attractive woman with a kind heart and dark hair to arrive in Springdale today, but instead it was you–a woman whose eyes enchanted me the moment they made contact with my own, a woman whose voice made me feel like a young man on the verge of his first love, a woman who has already shown herself to be stunning in every way.

How odd it is that you do not seem to realize this, even as every man’s head turned in your direction as we rode through town on our way to the farm. The fact that you consider yourself simply ordinary only adds to your charm, however, and I am more than willing to become the envy of every man in the state of Missouri from the moment I am able to call you my wife.

My wife. What an extraordinary thought.

Roland already adores you. I hope you know that. The moment you leaned down to shake his hand, he somehow trusted you, and it shook me to the core. I thought he never would go to sleep tonight as he continued to regale me with reminder after reminder of your kindness, your smile, and the fact that you look like him. I had no idea how much that would mean to him, but the fact that your hair and eyes are nearly identical in color to his own has thrilled his soul, and he even told me that he believes you were hand-picked by his guardian angel to become his new mother.

I plan on thanking said angel in my prayers tonight.

How odd that the house feels emptier without you in it when you stood inside it but a few hours. How strange that my bed feels larger and the sheets colder, even though you’ve never lain with me under it’s quilts. I know you are so close, just over the ridge at Mrs. Lucas’s house, but that fact only makes it more difficult to be away from you, for you are just out of reach, and today I discovered I rather liked the feel of your hand in my own and your body standing just beside mine.

It felt right. It felt easy. And I now believe more than ever that asking you to marry me may be one of the most reckless yet intelligent things I have ever done in my life.

I hope you sleep well, Dearest Regina. I believe you may dance your way through my dreams tonight, and I must say, that is a lovely prospect, indeed. It will certainly make the morning all the more beautiful.

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April 5

I wish my hands would stop shaking. It is rather difficult to put my feelings on paper when my own body refuses to cooperate with me. I am still giddy, Robin, still giddy and foolish and as nervous as a cat, as Mrs. Lucas would say.

Today I finally met you, and you took my breath away.

I am still not certain how I managed to converse with any intelligence at all this afternoon. My mouth was so dry, my tongue so thick, and my heart was racing so far ahead of my mind, it is truly a wonder I was capable of stringing three words together.  Your smile enchanted me in a way I never believed would be possible again, and when you took my hand for the first time, when you kissed it through my glove, something stirred inside of me, something new and fresh that made me actually feel young and attractive.

I am still both elated and terrified, as I was on the train. This is real, now, the fact that we are to be married, the fact that I shall become a mother to your precious children, the fact that you will become Henry’s father–the only father he has ever known.

You impressed him today, and that is not necessarily an easy thing to do. I nearly cried as he began to blossom under your attention, as he opened up and asked questions about you and the farm, as he allowed you to show him around and introduce him to your neighbors. He is not used to having a man in his life, for the two of us have been on our own since before he was born. Yet you treated him as no man ever has, like a boy worthy of having a father, like a young man you would be proud to call a son.

I must stop writing about this, or my tears will wash away the ink from the page. But tonight before bed, he told me that he now believes that having a father, a brother and sister might be a nice change, after all. I tucked him in, went to the room Mrs. Lucas has so kindly provided me and cried for twenty minutes.

I am not a person who cries easily, Robin, but I have shed more than my fair share of tears today. You noticed them when Roland hugged me goodbye this evening, I am certain, although you did not see the ones that fell when you took Henry to meet the horses while I held Baby Liza in my arms. Watching you with the two boys while your precious little girl nuzzled her face into my shoulder, well, it was almost more than I could bear and so much more than I ever believed possible.

You see, I never thought I’d have this: a husband, another son, a daughter. When I was sent to live with my Aunt Mary Margaret as Henry grew inside me, I honestly believed my chances of ever marrying an honorable man had disappeared forever. My son became the one light in an otherwise dark and lonely existence, and I would be lying if I stated that I carried no bitterness in my heart over this fact. It threatened to consume me for many years after Henry’s birth until my aunt reminded me that I was responsible for two lives now rather than one, and that even the feelings I strove to keep hidden from my son’s eyes would bleed through without my knowledge. I vowed then to keep those dark emotions at bay, to bury them as deeply as I could, to simply blot out all unnecessary emotions so I could focus on being the parent Henry needed.

But when I stepped off of the train today, when you took my hand and shook Henry’s, when you smiled that smile of yours that allows your dimples to peek through, a piece of my heart came back to life, a piece that has been hard, black and broken for longer than I can remember, a piece that reminds me that I am still a woman. It tingles inside of me now, it even burns a bit, and it makes me as jumpy as that overgrown puppy of yours–Hood–the one who nearly knocked me down today while trying to lick my face. But perhaps I need to be knocked over, to be pushed back into the land of the living where circumstances are unpredictable and emotions overwhelm. Perhaps you are the missing piece my soul has been craving, my second chance at a happy ending I am not certain I actually deserve.

But Henry deserves such an outcome. You do. Your children do. And if I can be a part of fulfilling said happiness for all of you, I refuse to let fear keep me from jumping into this new realm we will create together with both feet.

For me, Dearest Robin, spring has now arrived in more ways than one.

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Damon And Elena: Begin Again

“Something tells me you’re not packing for our honeymoon.”

Okay I have to talk about it. 

I have to talk about what this means because I feel deep in my bones that this is foreshadowing. And the more I think about where this completely innocuous line is leading the more I feel my sanity spiraling into oblivion. 

There’s no way this was an accident. 

Not after how fucking married Damon and Elena have been acting this season, and really for the entire duration of this show. 

We are getting a Delena proposal. 

I don’t know when, I don’t know how, but it is happening. 

And when it does my mind will fall off the edge of the earth. 

Because that’s the dream. 

Damon and Elena’s relationship has always been so painfully real and human that the very concept of them getting married brings me untold amounts of joy. For gods sake, they already behave like a married couple. Their relationship, even when it was just a friendship, has always resembled a marriage. 

And never more so than this season, when they have been living together, sharing a bed, and looking after Jeremy. 

Its in their every interaction, their bickering, flirting, teasing, fighting, bantering, kissing, EVERYTHING. Their dialogue, their mannerisms, it is all eerily reminiscent of marriage. 

Which means there is a proposal and a wedding on the horizon.

And really, the time is ripe for it. 

The juncture we have reached in their story completely allows for this. Its the next step. The logical one. 

The metaphors for maturation through vampirism allow for this latitude even though Elena is only nineteen. She is living an adult life. She has an adult relationship, adult problems, adult responsibilities. There is no question that she has come to a place within herself where marrying her true love would not be out of character.

It would certainly bring a satisfying end to this beautiful angst ridden love story. 

And there is definitely precedence for it.

From the very beginning, Damon and Elena’s relationship has been grounded in the idea of the future. It’s one of the millions of parallels in their bond as twin flames. It’s one of the thousands of reasons that they have such a solid foundation as a couple. It’s one of the hundreds of things that set them so forcefully apart from Stelena. 

Since the night they first met it has always been about their future. 

In fact, it was the very first conversation they ever had.

“Got into a fight with my boyfriend.”

“About what? May I ask.”

“Life. Future. He’s got it all mapped out.”

This was intentional. Especially because we didn’t even know about it until 3x22. Until we had already spent three seasons witnessing how Damon and Elena’s bond is rooted in the future. In possibilities and potential. In the uncertain and the unexpected. 

Much like their trademark “right now” it is a powerful testament to how everlasting their love is. And has always been.

And I don’t believe it is any coincidence that the writers chose to show us this moment right before Elena drowned beneath Wickery Bridge and woke up in transition. Right before the possibilities of her human future were stolen from her.

A large piece of Elena’s arc throughout the series was that underneath all the supernatural bullshit she was constantly forced to deal with, she still wanted a human life. Or as close to one as she could get. She made it very clear she never wanted to be a vampire. And I think that is because she saw it as a metaphorical death for all the potential in her future. It stole opportunities from her because it would freeze her in time. 

She was already limited by her existence as a doppelgänger and the prevalent presence of vampires in her everyday life. But those weren’t things she had any control over. So she strived to have as normal a life as possible under the circumstances.

And once she went off that bridge with Damon’s blood in her system, it was all shot to hell. Any attempts she had made to secure even the smallest ounce of normalcy in her life died with her underneath that bridge. 

Like many things in Elena’s life, this sounds unbelievably tragic. Like a hopeless situation that she would never crawl out of. And I suppose that would be true if she were anyone else.

But she’s Elena Gilbert. The consummate survivor. With a bastion of support and encouragement behind her always. 

And standing at the helm of that citadel is Damon. Above everyone else in her life he represents the most realistic possibility of a future for her as a vampire. Of a life in death. 

And the very evidence of this is in what brought her back from the dead in the first place. What gave her a second chance to continue living her life, no matter how unorthodox. What allowed her to even HAVE a future. 

Damon’s blood. She went off that bridge with Damon’s blood in her system.

Which couldn’t be more significant. 

She is still walking around right now in season five because Damon’s blood is running through her veins. 

And people think Stelena is endgame. 

Which is impossible. Damon’s blood literally resurrecting Elena is merely one of an endless list of examples for why Delena is the endgame. 

Its nothing but further proof of what he represents in her life. Of how he simply is her future. And has been since the night her parents died. The night that ensured her life would never be the same again.

A night where minutes before she went off Wickery Bridge for the first time she was having a candid talk about the future with a mysterious stranger. 

“So Damon. Tell me. What is it that I want?”

“You want a love that consumes you. You want passion and adventure and even a little danger.”

You have to just appreciate the irony of her having this conversation with the very person who would provide her with all of this. Who would give her the future she had been yearning for. Who would bring to her life what Matt and Stefan were not able too. 

Because underneath the alluringly seductive element in those words from Damon is the picture of a life filled with possibility. 

Elena wants options. She wants the freedom to live her life without the constraint of expectation from someone else. And Damon figured that out in under five minutes. 

And now in just under five seasons Damon has given that to her. Even though her life as a vampire seemed void of all positive potential from the outset Damon has proven to Elena that death isn’t the end for her. She could still be happy and adventurous and free as a vampire. 

In fact, she could be more so.

Because becoming a vampire freed her from the overbearing confines that had plagued her life as a human.

Elena’s dissatisfaction with her relationship with Matt came from the notion of a future that was being planned for her by someone else. He had grand ideas of marriage and children and living in Mystic Falls for the rest of their lives. And they were not even seventeen yet. 

Her disgruntled talk with Damon about her fight with Matt reflected how much she didn’t want that typical vanilla lifestyle with the white picket fence. And she especially didn’t want it if it was being decided for her.

I’m certain she believed that she had found something much better when she met Stefan. Despite her immediate misgivings, discovering he was a vampire also piqued the interest of that wild animal she harbors deep down. The one that craves freedom. It was an opportunity for her to have a relationship whose trajectory wasn’t being mapped out by another person. 

Or so she thought.

We now know that the basis of Stefan and Elena’s relationship is in the supernatural. Literally.

Their love for each other did not develop naturally. It was the product of an outside force throwing them in each other’s path and pushing them to fall in love. 

I’m inclined to believe that human Elena might have been willing to overlook this had she known about it while she and Stefan were together. Stefan was her ‘first love,’ the man who pulled her out of the depression that had rattled her since she lost her parents. Finding out that the universe had had some hand in it probably would not have upset her too greatly.

But human Elena is gone. She’s grown up. She’s moved on from Stefan. She’s suffered triple the amount of agony she endured while she was human. She’s a vampire now. 

And she’s not to be fucked with anymore. 

Especially not when it comes to her love life.

She won’t let anyone make decisions for her about her future. She won’t let anyone tell her who she loves, who she’s destined for. She won’t let the universe take her freewill away.

In fact, she started taking back control of her life within days of completing the transition. 

She stopped orienting her every decision around the whims and judgments of her friends.

She broke up with Stefan. A man she claimed she would always choose.

She jumped right into a relationship with Damon despite the objections from the people around her. 

And the most brilliant part of it all was that she was sired. She’d gone from one supernatural bond dictating her life to another. 

And irony of all ironies, Elena being sired actually gave her back her freedom. It broke her connection to Stefan. It blew open the cage inside her that housed her reckless impulses. 

And it finally let her go to Damon. A choice she was never able to commit to before because of the sway of the doppelgänger bond. 

Even better, once she embraced her feelings for Damon she didn’t hold back. She dived right into the love she’d been harboring for him for months. And she did it unapologetically. No shame, no regret, no remorse. 

After she let go of Stefan and moved on to Damon she never looked back.

And for the first time possibly ever, she started to make plans for her future.

That is, if 4x13 is any indication. 

Elena (to Damon): “So things are hard and you’re just gonna push me away now? That’s what you do Damon. You think that you don’t deserve something so you ruin it. I’m not gonna let you pull that this time. Take the cure with me. That’s how much I know this is real. That’s how certain I am that I’m gonna love you even after this is all over. Take the cure. Be human with me. We can be together, grow old together, this doesn’t have to be hard anymore.”

I don’t seem to recall Elena ever proposing to Stefan. I don’t remember Elena giving any elaborate emotional speeches to him about how they would grow old together. How she would still love him, vampire or not. How she wasn’t going to give up on them just because things were hard. 

And that’s because they never had that kind of potential. 

Elena had barely been a vampire for a few months when she said this to Damon on that island. She’d barely had any time to process everything that had happened to her both before and after the transition. All the trauma she suffered. The people she lost. There was no time to heal emotionally. Hell, she was just getting the hang of being a vampire. 

And she still had time to come to the very firm conclusion in her own mind and heart that Damon was her choice, vampire or otherwise. That she wasn’t going to make the same mistake that drove her off that bridge and killed her. 

And there’s no way you can blame any of this on the sire bond. Being sired doesn’t include daydreams about a bright future with the man you are sired to. The man you are only sired to because you’re in love with him, and have been for much longer than a few rocky months as a vampire. 

Elena was right. Things had been hard. And they had earned the right to a life without so much conflict and pain. 

But that’s the beautiful thing about Delena. They flourish in hardship. They fell in love in the midst of hellish difficulties. Their love is built on a solid foundation of survival and strength. 

Which is nothing but further evidence for their impending nuptials. 

Because the only person in the world who could ever be a viable life partner, a husband, for Elena Gilbert is someone who will stick by her through everything. Through every bump and rough patch, every loss and every fight.

Some might say, someone who would stick by her for better or for worse. In sickness and in health. 

At some point or another everyone else in Elena’s life, whether by choice or by force, has bailed on her in a time of need. 

Except for Damon. 

Through the worst of it all Damon has always been there. Even when she didn’t want him to be. 

And because of that she has developed a deep reliance on him. He’s become her safety and her love in the never ending darkness and despair of her world. 

Which brings us to 5x17. 

Or as I like to call it, endgame: the sequel. 

On the heels of that crack from Damon about her packing for their honeymoon came the break up we had been expecting. The breakup that sounded so much like the prelude to an engagement that it makes me hyperventilate with excitement. 

“It’s about us. It’s not just that we’re bad for each other, it’s that when we’re together, we do bad things for each other. And I can’t live like that.”

“I’ll drive you to Whitmore.”

“If you do that then I’m gonna spend the entire car ride thinking about your hand next to mine… And even though I’ll try, I won’t be able to stop myself from taking it, or from letting you kiss me. And we’re never gonna get to where we need to go. We’ll just end up back here, where we started. That’s why I need you to let me go.”

Holy shit. 

Seriously all I heard was endgame. That’s all this is. 

They’re supposed to be breaking up for real, no spontaneous sex or subtle manipulation, just a straight break up for very valid reasons and she can’t even get through telling him to let her go without bringing up her absolute weakness for him. 

She loves him so much that even though the break up is currently necessary for the sake of their sanity she still knows she would cave if she spent too much time alone with him on the drive to Whitmore. 

Because he’s become the solid ground in her life. 

Because they have been sharing a space, a room, a home with each other for (if my timeline is correct) close to a year.

Because they spent months together without anyone else in the middle, cuddling on the couch, flirting on the phone and apparently, holding hands in the car. 

They are each other’s normal. It has become a habit for her to do things like end fights with sex and hold hands while they drive god knows where and kiss before they part ways. And she still wants those things, regardless of how bad she claims they are for each other. You can hear in her voice how much she wishes they could go back to their happy, blissful summer. 

But she also recognizes that they couldn’t live in a bubble forever. They can’t ignore the problems they have, the darkness that has begun to brew between them because of how strongly they affect each other.

They have to deal with the consequences of their miscommunications from earlier in the season, the secrets they kept from each other, the mistakes they’ve made, and the dangerous codependence they share.

What’s so interesting about this speech of Elena’s is that nothing she is saying is meant to be final. She can rant all she wants about how they have become a bad influence on each other but that doesn’t take away from the very positive effect they can also have when they are together.

Damon and Elena have always been a marriage of opposites. 

Not in terms of their shared soul. In that respect they are very similar.

But the way in which that soul manifests itself in each of them has made them incredibly complementary of each other. For every dark part of Damon’s character or past, there’s something light in Elena to balance it out. And vice versa.

And anything left over is something they share, something they have in common. Something to confirm their bond as twin flames. 

“We’re never gonna get to where we need to go.”

Does this sound like its over to you?

I didn’t think so. 

Because it isn’t. 

This is not something you say when things are finished with someone. This is something you say when you have an idea in your head of where you want to go with that person, but in order to reach it, you have to have a little distance and perspective.

Elena’s intention here is clear. They need space because if they don’t take time to work through their problems they will stay in their current cycle of bad decisions and dangerous compromises. Damon will keep giving into his dark impulses and Elena will keep letting it go for the sake of their relationship. 

Elena isn’t wrong. They need time to handle their respective personal crises and determine some other way of coexisting that doesn’t involve so much negative fallout for the people around them. 

“We’ll just end up back here, where we started.”

In other words, nothing will change if we don’t force ourselves to spend some time apart. 

And in order for them to move forward together, they absolutely must figure out how to eradicate the darkness that spawns from the raw, brutal all consuming love they have for each other.

They have to find a way to cut off the ripple effect that their addiction for each other seems to have. 

“That’s why I need you to let me go.”

She wasn’t begging or cajoling or demanding. She simply stated it like a fact. Something that had to happen to ensure their future together. 

This is all temporary.

This is all necessary. 

This is all for the greater good of their love story.

And they both know it.

Which is why Damon didn’t fight it, mock it, or react rashly to it. 

Because he knows as surely as she does that this is far from over. They are just getting started.

So he walked right over to her and kissed her forehead.

Much like when he let her go for the sake of her relationship with his brother, he is completely calm and resolute about it.

He knows it has to be done. 

He knows this isn’t goodbye. It’s until we meet again.

It’s until the time is right. 

And when their time comes back around they will solidify their unparalleled majestic love, their sovereign bond of trust and devotion with a tangible promise that this really is for always, even though they never say it.

Damon kicked off this season by telling Elena nothing would stop him from building a future with her. 

And you better believe that that is just as true today as it was when he said it. He will fight for her. 

And based on this agonizingly ingenious speech, she will fight for him. She already is fighting for him. 

This was the first step to ensuring their survival. Together.

And they always survive. 

Every ending Damon and Elena have ever had has really been the beginning for them. A fresh start after a host of terrible choices.

This is no different. 

You want a Delena endgame?

They have to begin again. 

“Something tells me you’re not packing for our honeymoon.”

You can bet your ass that by the end of this series she will be. 

Because the proposal is coming.

The break up confirms it.

Just as surely as it confirms our glorious endgame.

Bloodlust + Crave [CS Fanfiction]

The fifth in a series of soon to be smutty one shots about vampire Killian Jones and the woman he can’t stay away from.

Rating: M for sure - shameless smut, my friends.
Word Count: 4,482


It had been raining with little pause for nearly a week and the fog danced low on the residential road just a block past main street. Emma pulled alongside the curb as the tires of her car caused a small splash in a leftover puddle. The air still felt damp with evidence of a mid afternoon storm and as the ignition kicked off, she snuggled into her jacket and the thick wool scarf draped around her neck.

Yes, it was the favorite scarf she’d chosen to wear for weather related reasons and only those. A blush skimmed her cheeks as she adjusted the woven article. Damn Killian Jones and his rogue teeth, Emma thought with a smirk. Although, she couldn’t totally blame him. He’d merely done what he always seemed to. He respected her choice. He let her decide.

Now when and why her choice had become so downright devious and daring was anyone’s guess - logic be damned.

She pressed lightly on the skin being concealed, knowing that the puncture marks were healed and fading fast. It was a silly cliche to have worn the scarf at all - she had nothing she wanted to hide. Killian had taken the utmost care when it came to the indents he’d left on her neck during that insane moment of passion. Emma shivered slightly at the memory - the way he’d hovered above her, that drilling blue color of his eyes, the piercing feel of his fangs as he took what they’d both obviously been desiring for who knows how long. It had only happened that single time - their first time in more ways than one - but as the recollection of that rain soaked night continued to prod her, Emma found it increasingly difficult to deny how much she wanted it again.

There was just something about him holding her life in his hands while he offered her his world - his impossible, dangerous, tempting world.

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