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[beautyqueenforbes]

Klatherine, Klonnie, Klyer

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Klatherine (two-thirds of my ot3) nOPE | no | hmmm | idk | sure | ye | yES | OH MY GOD YES

Klonnie nOPE | no | hmmm | idk | sure | ye | yES | OH MY GOD YES

Klyler (WE COULD’VE HAD IT ALL; WE COULD’VE HAD A BEAUTIFUL BROMANCE) nOPE | no | hmmm | idk | sure | ye | yES | OH MY GOD YES

[hayurika]

DL ova isn't continuing is it? That was just a special featuring the Mukami bros for the game? Ugh I want more ovas =\

Hi! The DL OVA doesn’t seem to be continuing. It seems it was just one time thing in connection to the new game (DARK FATE) to show the Mukami and a bit the Shikanami brothers. 

It’s kind of sad since more OVA would be nice, maybe you never know in the future! I hope that answers your question.

[lynyrdwrites]

Intrusions

And here is the happy college AU that I promised I would post to make up for the other fic.  This is a prequel to this fic, though you don't have to have read it to understand. I've just decided that all my The 100 College AUs will take place in the same world.  It's more fun that way. This is also in answer to the prompt from mikaelshake, who wanted Bellarke where one walks in on the other naked.  

I hope you like it.

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Clarke Griffin had been a college freshman for exactly six weeks when she officially met Bellamy Blake.

                Officially, because they had met unofficially three weeks previous, when she had been barred from her own dorm room by a sock on the door so that Bellamy and her roommate, Raven Reyes, could have sex.

                Loud, enthusiastic sex.  That Clarke had been forced to hear, because the libraries were closed and Monty had been AWOL from his room, leaving Clarke to wait outside her own and wish that she had been given a roommate without a sex drive.  She had fallen asleep there, sitting against the wall, and been woken the next morning by the door opening and Bellamy Blake stepping out, though she hadn’t known that was his name at the time.

                “All yours, Princess,” he’d told her, using the nickname Raven’s friend Finn had given her, telling her that while she didn’t know who he was, he certainly knew her.

                “Shit Clarke,” Raven had said when Clarke pushed her way into the room.  “Were you out there all night?”

                Clarke thought about answering.  Ignoring the sex drive thing, she liked Raven, even considered the other girl to be a friend.  But she was tired and grumpy, and so rather than answering, she’d just slumped face first onto her mattress and decided that her eight thirty class was not something she was going to experience that day.

                “Crap,” she heard Raven mutter.  “Should have gone back to Bellamy’s room.”

                Bellamy, Clarke had thought after that.  His name is Bellamy.

                And then she had fallen asleep.

                That had been three weeks ago, and though Clarke had seen Bellamy a time or two on campus, she hadn’t been barred from her room by him again.  Nor had she introduced herself.

                Until now.

                Clarke had returned from her Bio lab, three hours spent with other freshman lumped into a room that was far too small for the number of students it held, and her lab partner, an unfortunately clumsy boy nicknamed Atom, had spilled their experiment all over lab coat.  Clarke had come back to her room looking forward to nothing more than having a shower.  Raven wasn’t there, and Clarke had to admit to some relief at that, because as much as she liked her, the last thing Clarke wanted to do was deal with another person.

                Showered and feeling human again, Clarke returned to her room to change.  She had just dropped her robe to the ground, when there was a sharp knock on the door, which swung open before she had time to tell whomever it was to wait.

                “Raven, I need to get those Physics notes from y- well, hello, Princess.”

                Clarke yelped and dove for her robe, wrapping herself in the pink fabric as quickly as she could, but not quite quickly enough to avoid giving Bellamy Blake one hell of an eyeful.  She glared at him, and he just smirked back, a smirk that crinkled his eyes and made him look ridiculously attractive, which Clarke found more than a little irritating, because no ass like Bellamy should ever look attractive.

                “You’re looking particularly nice today,” he continued, and Clarke scowled at him.

                “Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” she demanded, pulling the belt of her rob tightly around her waist.

                “Haven’t you ever heard of locking a door?  At least while your naked?” Bellamy crossed his arms and leaned his hip against Raven’s desk.  “What if I had been someone with less than pure intentions for you?”

                Clarke scowled and opened her mouth to tell him exactly what she thought of him and any intentions he might have, then she noticed that, though he was smirking and looking all around like a douche lord, his gaze was very firmly directed over her shoulder.  Clarke knew her room well.  She knew the only think over her shoulder was her well-stocked book collection, and she couldn’t see him having that much interest in her choice of novels.

                She felt herself smirking.  What do you know – Raven’s asshole FWB had a bit of a conscience.

                “Step outside,” she told him, grabbing his arm and leading him to the door, giving him a shove out.  “I’ll let you back in when I’m changed.”

                “Going to lock it this time, Princess?” he drawled out, though he didn’t fight her grip, instead letting her propel him out of the room.

                “Why?  I have my very own guard dog to keep anyone with impure intentions away, don’t I?”

                She closed the door on whatever remark he might have thought to make.  She was pretty sure he wouldn’t try and sneak a peek, but better safe than sorry, Clarke changed in record time, showing minimal skin.  Jeans and tank top in place, she opened the door again, and stepped back, motioning for him to enter.

                “So, when you decided to forego knocking earlier, you mentioned that you needed notes from Raven? She keeps them… not on my side of the room.  What are you doing?”

                He had wandered to the book shelf and was looking at it thoughtfully.  His fingers trailed over her collection of In Death books and came to hover over one with a black cover, a familiar red apple.

                “Really?” he asked with amusement, pulling it out and holding it up with a hand.  “Twilight?  Doesn’t seem like your style, Princess.”

                “I’m eighteen years old.  Like every other girl my age, I was at the prime age for Twilight when it was released.  I inhaled those things.  Like everyone else” – Clarke snatched it from him, putting it back in its place.  It was well worn, the cover bent and the pages dog-eared, and she could remember how she had spent a year reading and re-reading the whole series and wishing she could have a love story just like it.  She had since changed her mind, but the series still held a fond place in her heart.

                “I think I might be a little disappointed.  Here I was, thinking you weren’t like other girls.”

                “Then I suggest you prepare yourself for great disappointment in life, Bellamy.  If you’re looking for a girl that’s different from all the rest, you’ll be searching for a while.  And even if you do find her, she won’t be nearly as great as you think.”

                “Huh, you know my name.”

                Clarke turned back to him, crossing her arms and leaning on her book shelf and raised a brow at him.

                “Seriously?  That’s what you got out of what I just said?  That I know your name?”

                Bellamy shrugged and grinned.  Seeing that Clarke wasn’t going to let him at her book shelf again, he sauntered away and took a seat on Raven’s bed, bouncing a few times, as though to test the mattress.  Clarke nearly made a smart comment – aren’t you familiar enough with it? – but she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear his reply, so she bit her tongue.

                “Well, you know my name.  So what’s yours?”

                “Princess,” Clarke deadpanned, and Bellamy let out a chuckle, but then sat there and just watched her.  “Seriously?  Didn’t you ask Raven what her roommate’s name was?”

                “Well, back when we first met Raven and I weren’t doing a whole lot of talking, and after that, well… it just never came up.  So…?”

                “Clarke,” she replied, rolling her eyes and grabbing her Biology textbook off her desk.  Maybe, if she pretended to study, he would stop talking.

                “Clarke,” he murmured, dragging out the ar sound to the point where he almost sounded like a pirate.  He glanced over some papers on the table beside Raven’s desk, then seemed to decide they were boring at looked at her once more. “Yeah, it doesn’t suit you.  I’m sticking with Princess.”

                “Good for you,” Clarke replied dryly, grabbing a highlighter and sprawling onto her stomach on her bed. 

                She was sure Bellamy would have another smartass comment, but the door swung open before he could do so.

                “Bell,” Raven greeted, her voice holding clear surprise.  “Why are you – crap, the physics notes.  I’m sorry, Clarke.  I forgot that I promised him I would get them.”

                “Not a problem,” Clarke replied.  “He was on his very best behavior.”

                “I saved her from the grasp of perverts that would have taken advantage of her,” Bellamy agreed solemnly, drawing rolled eyes from Clarke and confusion from Raven.

                “What – you know what, never mind.  I don’t want to know.  Here are the notes, Blake.  Right in front of you, if you’d bothered to look.”

                Clarke’s head snapped up as Raven grabbed a pile of papers off her bedside table – the same papers Bellamy had rifled through and then ignored.  She looked at him with a narrow-eyed gaze, and he gave her a smirk back.

                “Would you look at that,” he said, and though the words were meant for Raven, he never looked away from Clarke.  “I guess I should have snooped a bit more.  Thanks for the notes, Reyes.  Princess – it has been a pleasure.”

                Clarke didn’t have a quick reply, so she just gave him an insincere, tight lipped grin that made Bellamy chuckle.

                “And hot pink suits you,” he added over his shoulder, before he slipped out of the room, door closing behind him.

                “I have to bite on that one,” Raven said as he left.  “Because I have never seen you wear hot pink.  What the hell?”

                “Your friend is kind of a jackass,” Clarke replied, and Raven was both smart and good enough a roommate that she let it go with that lame explanation and minimal grumbling.

                Clarke looked at her textbook once more, though her gaze slid briefly to her hanger on the back of the door, where her bright pink robe hung.

                God, but Bellamy Blake was an ass.

[nobleriver]

Happy Birthday, Chunky Monkey

[lynyrdwrites]

mikaelshake replied to your post: mikaelshake replied to your post: Look...

I think I preferred Jon but then at some point (probably around when they broke up) he started to annoy me and I grew to love George. Also thinking back on it, all those books seem more adult-like.

I didn't dislike Jon, I just liked George more.  Plus, Alanna would have made a horrible queen.  She's great as King's Champion, but queen?  No way!

To be honest, if it wasn't George, I would have preferred to see her with Raoul.  They would have done well together.  But she did end up with George, and Raoul with Buri (and they're perfect together), and so all was well with the world.  

And the books were sort of mature, especially the later ones, when the heroines were older themselves and the romances started.  Tamora Pierce had a wonderful way of writing stories to transcend age.  I'm re-reading now, and I like them just as much at twenty-four as I did at thirteen.

[lynyrdwrites]

mikaelshake replied to your post: Looking back, Daine/Numair is probably...

omg I loved Daine/Numair. I think I might have liked Kel(?) a tad more and then Daine and then Alana. lol I was disappointed Kel didn’t end up with Dom? I can’t remember anyone’s names.

I loved all the Tortall girls - Alanna, Daine, Kel, and Alianne - in different ways, because they all appealed to me in different ways.  Daine and Aly's series were probably my favorite, but I did love Song of the Lioness and Protector of the Small as well.  I was always a little bitter that Kel/Dom didn't happen, even if it was heavily implied that it would.  God, I shipped them.

At least Alanna/George was endgame, though.  If she had gone with Alanna/Jon like she had originally planned, it would have broken my heart.  I loved George way too much.

[klarolinesecretsanta]

Merry Christmas, mikaelshake!

Merry Christmas, Chelsey! Wish you all the best in the New Year. There's two related drabbles for you. The first one was a little angsty and not enough klaroline so I had to give you a part two. The soundtrack which inspired these drabbles are: Nothing in this world will ever break my heart again by Hayden Panettiere and When You Open Your Eyes by Sam Palladio and Clare Bowen. Hope you like them!

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part one:

nothing in this world (will ever break my heart again)

She thought losing her father was hard.

She thought the pain she felt from almost dying twice would hurt more than this.

She thought the haunting memories of being raped were worse than anything.

She thought that losing not only two loves but three would tear her apart.

She thought being denied over and over by a Salvatore was devastating.

She thought finding the man she had feelings for had a child was heartbreaking.

She thought many things over the years but she never thought of her mother dying.

She never thought she would watch her die.

She never thought that she would be so young when she lost her mother.

She never thought this would be happening to her. Losing both parents before the age of twenty and sentenced to an eternity alone.

She never imagined that life for her, at least not until it was actually happening.

The thought of her mother dying was inconceivable, especially when there should have been years to prepare. Yet there she was, sitting at her mother’s bedside. She looked so pale, dark circles under her eyes and wrinkled skin.

She wished more than anything to feed her blood, to heal her from the sickness but the older woman was stubborn. Liz Forbes was a fighter and she was going down as one, and as much as it hurt Caroline, she knew she had to obey orders.

So Caroline sat for days by her mother’s bedside, hand softly intertwined with the fraying one of her mother’s. She sat by, watching her chest slowly rise and fall and listening to the beating of her heart.

She tried to prepare herself for when those machines finally stopped beeping and there was no life left in her mother’s blue eyes. She tried to occupy and distract, ensuring to fill her mother up on anything and everything.

She admitted all her deepest desires, from escaping Mystic Falls and seeing the world to her feelings for the original hybrid. Her mother never questioned her, but instead promised her into taking action after her death.

Her condition worsened within days of being admitting into the hospital and Caroline knew that she didn’t have much time left. Her mother's heart was struggling to beat and her lungs failing to breathe on their own. She knew the day was closing in on them but refused to acknowledge it, greedy for more time.

Their little world which had been wrapped up tight with ignorance came to a crashing halt when Liz began struggling for a breath. Caroline clung to her mother, urging her to breathe slowly and reassuring her that they were going to make it through this.

Tears softly fell from her eyes, Liz knew the truth and needed her daughter to understand. “Caroline.” She wheezed, her hands reaching out.

“Mom,” Caroline cried. “You just need to breathe. In and out. Like this.”

With deep breaths she demonstrated the actions that should have come naturally to Liz but it felt like a weight pressing down on her chest.

“I love you,” Liz whispered, her eyes fluttering shut as she focused on a steady breath. It was becoming too hard to stay awake.

“No, mom, you just need to breathe.”

A doctor stopped by, adjusting the monitors and medicine intake. Liz looked up to the older man. “I’m ready to go.”

With a slight nod there were more adjustments made and the doctor turned to the exit. Caroline couldn’t stop staring at her mother, shaking her head. “You can’t give up. Mommy, I need you. I can heal you from this.”

Liz squeezed Caroline’s hand. “It’s my time. I love you but you need to let me go.”

“No,” Caroline whimpered.

“Go to Paris, or London, or Rome. Just go out and explore then go to New Orleans.”

“Mommy-”

“I love you, Caroline.” And with a shuddering breath, Liz slipped into a deep sleep, only it was followed by the ringing of the machines attached to her heart.

Caroline reached forward, grabbing onto her mother’s shoulders and shook. “No, mom, you need to wake up!”

Her heart races but shatters once she feels that hand on her shoulder and whisper in her ear. “She’s gone.”

The monitors are silenced and so is Caroline. She falls forward, burrowing her head in her mother’s neck, the familiar scent filling her senses. She doesn’t want to believe that she’s dead, the idea of her mother dead is unbearable.

She’s not sure how long it takes but somehow she’s pried away from the lifeless body of her mother and she’s wrapped up in the arms of her friends. It’s not the same as the arms of her mother, it doesn’t comfort her like it should. Their intentions are honorable but she doesn’t want them, she wants her mother.

The days seem to go by at a weird pace. It’s like she’s in this state of limbo. She goes through moments of disbelief and that her mother is still alive and about to walk through her front door. Then it comes crashing down when she catches sight of her red eyes or the amount of casseroles that litter her kitchen.

Her heart aches and her stomach lurches and she can’t stop the stupid tears that fall. Her mother is lowered into the ground and she’d rather be anywhere but standing there watching. Everyone is gathered around, after all it was the Sheriff that just passed away.

The condolences make her sick and the pitying looks that get thrown her way makes her want to scream. Her friends are always within reach and it’s a little claustrophobic, she can’t go two feet without someone questioning her motives.

So when the funeral is over, she packs a single bag with a heavy heart and locks the door to her childhood home. There’s a one way plane ticket and her passport tucked neatly in her purse and she’s finally ready to let go of all the bad memories.

It’s sad that it took the death of her mother to get her out of that town. There’s too much heartbreak and horrible memories wrapped up within the city limit that she just needs to get out and have a fresh start.

Paris is her first stop and she eventually moves on through every European country and major city soaking in all the culture she’s been denied growing up. After years of exploration she must choose between returning home or travelling further into the unknown. She chooses the latter, moving on to Asia, her first stop is the Philippians.

The hurt in her heart still sits heavy, and even though she’s surrounded by life, art, and culture it doesn’t fill her up completely. There’s something missing and she thinks she knows where to find the solution.

So after five years of being away from home, from taking that first step into self-discovery, she flies back home to the United States. Instead of Virginia, she lands in Louisiana, her destination: New Orleans.

She never imagined this to be her life. She’s 25 with no family and no home, yet she’s showing up on a man’s doorstep asking for a chance.

The heavy heart she’s been used to carrying around with her has shed its darkness and instead there’s an odd fluttering feeling. She knocks on the door and a few seconds later is confronted by the man who’s always been the solution.

There’s a bag at her feet and after the shock has worn off, he slowly takes in her appearance. He wants to speak, she knows that he never expected to take up his offer, but she was so tired of running and just wanted to go home.

Caroline shrugs, not really sure what to say to his questioning gaze. “You said someday."

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part two:

I’ll still be here (when you open your eyes)

It’s a hard night to get to sleep and her heart sits a little heavier than it had in the past decade. She’s been so full of life and happiness that she hasn’t felt this kind of hurt in a long time.

The day had come with its hardships, like it did every year. She returned back to Mystic Falls, spent the day visiting her mother and filling her in on everything that was going on in her life.

It was crazy, talking to a tombstone, but it brought her comfort. She knew her mother was listening, she felt it in her heart. With her favourite flowers laid down grass to mark her presence, she left and returned home to the love of her life.

Her mother was such a huge part of her life and she can’t help but wonder what would have happened if at the last moment if she had given her vampire blood. Would she have lived still? What if she became a vampire?

Those questions run through her mind at the dark of day when she’s lying in bed with Klaus. He’s fast asleep on his side of the bed, not quite oblivious to her heartbreak but wise enough to give her the space she needs on this date.

Her mind races with different scenarios and sleep is hard to find. She wonders what life would have been like if she had never become a vampire, if Stefan had never found Elena or Mystic Falls. She realizes she would have lost her mother eventually but perhaps not so soon.

Death is inevitable. Klaus had told her that many times over the years, it’s something that humans embrace and vampires for the most part are immune to.

Her eyes get tired and thoughts begin to slow. She doesn’t want to fall asleep, she knows what will happen and is scared to relive that day. But unlike death, she’s not immune to exhaustion, and she falls asleep with thoughts of her mother.

She awakes with a start, her palms sweaty and head racing. The covers rustles and she sees the body beside her turn and stare up at her in confusion. “Another nightmare?”

Caroline looks down at the man, her heartwarming as her thoughts begin to slow. She sinks back down into bed, turning her body so she’s looking into his blue eyes.

The curtains hang open and the moonlight brightens the room in soft hues, it’s just enough light to see his face. He’s worried, he always is when she wakes in that state. The big bad hybrid, concerned because she had a bad dream.

She sighs and nods. “It felt so real, like I was back in that hospital room and she was still alive and talking, making all these demands and then she was gone. I was all alone.”

A tear falls from the corner of her eyes, running down her cheek. With the lightest of touches, Klaus reaches out and brushes it away with his thumb. When another tear falls, he pulls her into his chest, hugging her tight.

“When she died, I was all alone,” she whimpers, being taken back to that day in her dream and in her memories.

Klaus strokes her hair, the soothing motion calming her down. “You’re not alone anymore.”

She pulls back just enough so she can look up and see his eyes. They’re so full of love and emotion, something he only shows around her. “I know,” she smiles up at him, leaning up to kiss him. “I haven’t been alone in over a decade.”

When he smiles that magnificent smile, her heart softens and there’s butterflies floating around in her stomach. She relaxes into his arms and she feels like she’s home.

“I love you,” she mumbles into his chest, placing a kiss just over his heart.

Klaus kisses the top of her head, “I love you too, sweetheart.” He runs his hands down her back, the way he knows she loves. “Go to sleep, my love, I’ll still be here when you open your eyes.”

Caroline closes her eyes and this time her dreams are of him and the past ten years they shared. There’s no death, only love and happiness.

[tamakirishima]

I need Samejima and Inui to have their own spin-off game. I'd be aaaaallll over Samejima ugh.

YOU UNDERSTAND THE STRUGGLE.We are Samejima and Inui deprived. We need more. <3 Samejima is a fine hunk mmmm I’d tap that