#i already did them but my post schedule is already messed up so imma wait

[darl-ingfics]

Sunday Morning

Fandom: Seventeen

Sickie: Joshua (cold)

Caregiver(s): Seungkwan (with some Jeonghan and Mingyu)

Word Count: 1,518

Notes: I was waiting to post this, but the state of my country makes me sad, so imma just post now for the extra endorphins.

Rain spattered softly against the window as Seungkwan very gently pushed open the door. His heart melted instantly at the sight before him. Joshua was fast asleep, curled up on his left side under the blankets, left hand tucked against the pillow beneath his cheek. His right hand was held firmly in Jeonghan’s. The older vocalist was asleep as well, head pillowed against his arm, ass firmly sat in the dining room chair he’d muscled into the room. Jeonghan was wearing a mask, two actually; it had been one of the only coherent requests Joshua had made in the past 24 hours. 

In theory, this trip was supposed to be a blast. In reality, though, everything that could have gone wrong had gone wrong. It had been raining since they’d arrived, meaning all thirteen of them plus managers and staff and film crew, had either been stuck inside together or forced to make their planned games work out in the muddy, wet yard, neither of which had gone quite as planned. They’d had a great time filming, but things just kept going wrong, a series of funny inconveniences that would make for laughable memories after the fact.

But then Joshua had gotten sick. He’d woken up with a cold out of nowhere on their second day there, and, since he hadn’t expected it, hadn’t brought any medicine along with him. The only one who had brought anything was Seungcheol in the group’s designated ‘first aid kit,’ but it was soon discovered that the cold medicine in there was significantly expired. And, since the weather was so bad and they had minimal staff with them on the trip and Joshua had assured everyone that he was absolutely fine and could power through on ibuprofen and copious amounts of water, so one had gone to get more. 

And now, two days later, Seungkwan wasn’t quite sure how his hyung had made it as long as he did without collapsing. Especially given how many of their activities had taken place outside in the drizzly, windy, gloomy late fall weather. Especially when what had started as a simple cold quickly became something much more vicious. 

To Carats, Joshua’s behavior on camera would, hopefully, seem totally normal. Their sweet, soft, gentleman Shua, calmed by the quiet seclusion of the woods, at ease in the presence of his members. It wasn’t wholly unusual for him to sink into the background, to watch and laugh along at the younger members’ shenanigans. Sure, he’d become much more vocal and energetic the last few years, but he could be subdued when he wanted. The fans would assume that the peace of the forest had relaxed his crazier side, had brought back the sweet, soft Joshua of old. 

The members, though, saw right through him. Joshua was quiet cause his throat hurt and his voice was audibly congested. He was sitting to the sides because he didn’t want to get anyone else sick. When he did cuddle closer to his members if they initiated contact, (and as long as one or both parties was wearing a mask), it was because he was a shivery mess. He’d fallen asleep on the couch because he was exhausted. His members knew he was struggling. But they also knew he could handle himself, and would tell them if he needed a break. 

Which Joshua did do, but only after he’d spiked a fever Saturday afternoon. He’d fallen asleep on the couch between two scheduled filming times, and when Wonwoo went to wake him, Joshua had been so disoriented and delirious he’d almost immediately broken into a panic attack. It also hadn’t been helpful that his…

Which was why no one had woken Joshua up today. Why the camera crew had been asked to leave him alone, to cut the feed from the cameras already set up in his room. Why they’d set up the rotation of members sitting with him; first to stop any attempts to sneak footage of their ailing member, but also because of how terrifying it had been to see him so disoriented after waking up on the couch. The members never wanted to see their brother like that; they couldn’t imagine Carats would appreciate the view either. 

And Jeonghan had specifically requested to be with Joshua overnight, hence, the dining room chair. 

Seungkwan tiptoed forward, placing a gentle hand on Jeonghan’s shoulder to rouse him. Jeonghan woke with a sharp inhale, looking around nervously. “It’s just me, hyung,” Seungkwan whispered. Jeonghan instantly relaxed, glad he wasn’t immediately needed. “Let me swap in for a bit. You go sleep in my bed.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. You need rest, too.” Jeonghan sighed, nodding at the logic of his dongsaeng’s statement. “How is he?”

Jeonghan ran a hand over his face. “I think we finally got the fever down. But I don’t… know for sure.” The elder vocalist paused, running his finger down Joshua’s flushed cheek. “He’s so sick, Kwannie.” Seungkwan frowned as Jeonghan took hold of Joshua’s hand again. “He kept tossing and turning all night. Waking up in a panic, not with it enough to tell me what was wrong… there was a lot of English ramblings I couldn’t follow. I thought about waking Sollie, but I couldn’t leave him. I almost called his mom, too…”

Seungkwan’s hand latched onto Jeonghan’s shoulder, squeezed reassuringly. “You did great, hyung.” Jeonghan leaned back in his chair, tired eyes smiling up at Seugnkwan. The younger man leaned forward, kissing the elder’s forehead softly. “Go rest. I got him.”

“I know you do.”

Jeonghan stood up slowly, stretching his back until he heard a satisfying pop. He then quietly left the room, only turning back once with searching eyes to check if Seungkwan was serious. The younger man shooed him out before settling into the dining room chair. He caressed Joshua’s hand once, twice, assessing his sleeping form. Then, content that the elder man was still fast asleep, Seungkwan cracked open the door on the side table, ready to wait to be needed…

He wasn’t sure how long it had been when a quiet whimper from the bed caught his attention. Seungkwan watched the lump under the covers shudder with a raspy inhale, limbs slowly shifting around. Joshua’s head curved forward, face disappearing beneath the hem of the comforter. Seungkwan thought he’d fallen back asleep when a muffled cough shook the blanketed form. 

Seungkwan grinned, reaching out a hand and ruffling Joshua’s still visible hair. “Good morning, sleeping beauty.” 

Joshua’s face peeked back out from the blankets, squinting against eyelids still heavy with sleep. “H-hannie?” His voice was hoarse, drained, so terribly small. 

“It’s Seungkwan.” The younger man carded his fingers through Joshua’s hair again. “I let Hannie-hyung go sleep a bit, and took his place so you wouldn’t wake up alone.”

“Oh. Thank you, Kwannie.” He coughed again, his whole body contracting with the force of it as he hid his face in the blankets once more. Seungkwan flinched sympathetically, squeezing Joshua’s shoulder until the fit subsided. 

“Here.” Joshua peeked out again as Seungkwan offered him the reusable water bottle from the bedside table. “You good to sit up?” Joshua nodded, but didn’t make any move to do so. Seungkwan, nodding himself, reached forward, easing Joshua up and back the headboard before handing him the water bottle. 

Seungkwan sighed, biting his lip as he watched his friend drink listless from the built in straw. Joshua had been so sick the whole time they’d been at the cabin, and he absolutely hated seeing his dear friend so unwell. 

An idea popped into his head, and Seungkwan found himself acting on it without thinking. “Sunday morning, rain is falling,” he sang softly, a smile spreading on his lips. Joshua smiled in return. “I don’t know the rest of the words,” he continued to sing, still in tune. Joshua laughed, and even though the sound was hopelessly weak and congested, Seungkwan’s heart leapt at the sign of life. “Ba ba ba-da ba ba ba baaaa…” He started a slight shimmy of his shoulders to increase the comedy. “And somethin’ else ‘bout you again~” Joshua’s smile could’ve rivaled the sun as Seungkwan launched into the chorus of the song. He reached out his hand, and Seungkwan grabbed it, squeezing as he swayed along to his own version of the song. 

His song was cut off when Mingyu’s head poked around the door. His lips broke into a smile at the sight of Joshua awake. “Hyung, I brought you lunch if you’re up for it!” 

“It’s already lunch time?” Seungkwan asked in disbelief. 

Mingyu shrugged. “Not really. But the last meal Shua-hyung actually had was breakfast a few days ago, so this is kinda like… the spiritual successor to that.”

“That doesn’t make sense.” Seungkwan shook his head. 

“It does to me.”

“I love you, guys,” Joshua said softly. Seungkwan and Mingyu shared a look before turning back to their Shua. They didn’t need to say it back; Joshua already felt their love just like waking up on a rainy Sunday morning. 

[wosofanstuff]

Welp, took me a sec to reply but here I am🤪

Welcome to the joys of moving out and moving in with absolute strangers

Yeah, no, got no idea about shit in Potsdam. I usually forget it exists till I either think of Turbine or someone brings it up😂. Keeping my fingers crossed for you🤞

Wait, was that work or uni? I’m confused.

What did you even do at the post office?

I feel you on the shopping thing. Like, I’ve been doing this for almost two years now and going shopping is one of the worst tasks. Like, you have to plan what you want to eat, see what you have, make a grocery list, it’s just so tedious😭. What’s also shit is cleaning, but maybe that’s just a me problem

I’m good. I kind of got a day off today. Like, able to sleep in and just chill. Or that’s what I thought until I woke up to kids screaming and crying. Like, don’t get me wrong, I don’t have a problem with kids, but when you’re trying to sleep it’s just fucking annoying.

Anyway, I saw your going to the game this weekend? Maybe we’ll see each other in the stadium instead of on the bridge this time😂

Any predictions for the game?

Did you see the Freiburg Leverkusen game will be played again? What is it with these referees?

Anyway, gotta go, have good day🫶

🩻

It’s the fact that I still haven’t seen them only heard one twice so far 💀

Probably work since our ersti/imma week is only starting on the 7th of October

We had to send out posters 🙃

Nah 100% with you on the cleaning and shopping

Feel you I have a tram station like basically outside my window which is great but not nice when basically all day and night every like 10 minutes the tram is driving by

Still so weird that from all the places it was the bridge 😂

I hope better then Bremen, we had just had a high scoring game do either 1:0 or 5:0 I would say. What about you?

Yeah but like why would you let that penalty be retaken. At least it’s not a team already in to many competitions imagine Wolfsburg or Bayern replaying a whole game in their packed schedule, because a ref messed up in the 88th minute 💀💀💀

Have a good one 🤍

[charlottedabookworm]

Dawntrail Day 7+8 (part 2/2)

spoilers up to: lvl100 msq quest Dawntrail

original draft date: 4-5/7/24

scheduled release for: 31/7/2024

i managed to hit tumblrs image cap on part one of this post so. since i can't do a reblog of a post in drafts, here's part two!

part 1/2 is HERE

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she added her birth name as her middle name

her name is krile because it is the name galuf gave her but maya is the name her parents gave her and she wants to keep both

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and now just erenville remains

to erase the living memories of his mother

this expansion is really a love letter family and especially to parent/child and sibling relationships huh, good and the bad adn the ugly, blood and adopted adn chosen

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yeah

i feel that

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...i cannot believe your mum is calling your out like this erenville

at a time like this

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that's fair. it's not fair, not really

inside the dome, thirty years passed over the number of days. you went home expecting to see your mum and by the time you made through the dome she was already gone

already gone and hiding it from you because her memories are still here, speaking to you, and that means she isn't really gone at all right?

except she is and she will be because you have to stop sphene and this may be the only way and you don't want her to go

she's your mum and your mentor and you don't want her to go so you don't want to help

(if she never fulfils her wish, surely she won't go?)

but i think- i think you'll regret it for the rest of your life if you don't, erenville

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one last adventure with your mum erenville

one last happy memory

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just gotta finish the msq and i have flight everywhere again!

(hopefully) no more distractions!

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i love erenville and cahciua debating over the animal being scalekin or beastkin

they're just. interacting. probably how they have a thousand times before

(how they never will again, after this)

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awww erenville apparently met baby krile, not that either of them remembers it lol

i'm just sad they didn't give us baby erenville in the cutscene he woulda been so adorable

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oh

the final aether current

i can't be far now from the final quest dungeon and trial still to go notwithstanding

i guess both of those will be on the dawntrail quest? that's how they usually do it iirc

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i am not emotionally prepared for the end of this quest

fuck

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i dunno erenville. but she's asked you too

fuck

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fuuuuuck

okay imma put ending this quest off and go walk the dogs

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so

i got distracted by life shit like dogs and food and parents and it is now 10pm

i'mma finish dawntrail tonight anyway wish me luck i don't wanna be up past 1

also i gotta remember to cry quietly so i don't wake anyone up

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oh no i don't need to start crying already

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fuuuuuck

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screaming crying throwing up

fuuuuck yep i am emotionally devastated fuck you square

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still sobbing but-

the curtain falls, the final act begins

dawntrail

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i'm ready

this expansion has already broken my heart so many times surely it can't do it any more

surely

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alexandria

it looks so much like in ffix

but-

'to the memory of better days i bid farewell' this is definitely gonna be like in endwalker and shadowbringers right? we're gonna have some time hops to go with our narration

ahhh ye here be calamity stricken alexandria

lovely

annnd the last stage is after the barrier was put into place, probably after sphene died?

cool yeah okay definitely after sphene died

final boss time!

And the final dungeon of 7.0 is done

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bets on sphene becominh a giant boss who sits at one side of the arena with a huge hitbox?

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yeeeep there she is

I suppose why mess with a pattern you’ve had since uh- stormblood?

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excuse me did you just fucking delete my friends who gave you the right to do that

so fuckinh rud-

wait have i really gotta queue for the first time this expansion at gone 11 at night? Fuck this maybe wasn’t my best idea

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sphene: brings out the milalas key

me: i place my ‘azem stone’ in defense mode!

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okay wow that was legit one of the best trials i’ve seen in game

there were so many cool mechanics there were arena changes genuine chaos int he middle it was fucking great

like i can absolutely understand why people are saying they’re already improving fight design cos that was amazing

And then the victory lap in the end was nice to see

i cannot wait to see that in ex

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we are all pitiful selfish creatures, sphene

all of us

born and created

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of course we will

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love this

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annnd credits!

loved the expansion very much

new dragoon is interesting, i don't hate it, the story was a little slow to start but of course it would be, it wasn't a world ending threat (until three quarters of the way through) and it definitely made me cry more than once

loved seeing more of erenville

and i love that raha got his taco in the credits! and esti being surrounded by children tugging on him as alphi laughs!

great expansion, can't wait to see what happens next

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erenville is gonna stop being a gleaner?

oh

i wish you the best erenville

make sure to invite us on a few of those, yeah?

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(i hit the image cap again fuck i'm not making another post it can just deal)

"And what of you? Any new adventures in the offing?"

well, wuk lamat, in a little less than two weeks i'm apparently going to be joining a fighting tournament

not sure why yet but it should be fun

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....sphenes crown

her crown that was her regulator

her crown that was her regulator glowing?

might possibly have just figured out why we're entering a tournament

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I will definitely go on another adventure with you erenville

whenever you ask

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alpaca mount!

thanks wuk lamat!

they're so cute

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kay no tihnking about it sphenes crown is probably story related cos the arcadion is open for buisness again and it doesn't seem to be related

anyway bedtime for me it's gone midnight lol

[iamthedamndonutdrawcat]

the I Was Born For This lead characters as picrews (@ummmmandy​) (Jimmy, Lister, Rowan, Bliss, Angel and Juliet)

@chronicintrovert​

[ptergwen]

to be held

warnings: just the floofiest fluff and lots of kisses

summary: a snow day with tommy boy

a/n: it’s been a long ass minute hi guys!!! i’m so sorry for not posting i’ve been super busy with school and all that stuff BUT i have a bunch of wips rn! imma make up for it i promiseeee. until they’re all done here’s this :,) sidenote: stay safe from miss corona! always wash your hands after (and if) you go out or sanitize if you can’t! regular cold symptoms doesn’t = coronavirus! this is all really scary but try not to panic, just pay attention and take care of yourself bby

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it’s a given that days off are a rare thing you and tom get to have. his demanding schedule and your own social life don’t allow for a lot of downtime, so tom’s break between onward press and uncharted filming has been a god send.

catching up on much needed sleep, self-care days with shared bubble baths and face masks, and video game sessions (that you mainly enjoy because of tom’s arms around you to help with maneuvering the controller) make up your current routine. the most you’ve had to worry about lately was what takeaway place to get dinner from.

you’ve definitely spoiled yourselves, but so what? you deserve it. doing nothing is everything you two need right now.

today greeted you with piles of snow covering your driveway and the streets, which gave you an actual reason to stay in. it also made the freezing cold london weather even worse. tom insisted on a hot meal for your troubles. you were planning to crank the heat and leave it at that, but he wants to show off what he learned from the cooking lessons sam has been giving him.

plus, you’re hungry, and he’s so adorably excited to make breakfast for you.

once you’re swaddled in a fuzzy spider-man blanket that you may or may not have stolen from tom, you head downstairs. you find him in the kitchen gathering ingredients. there are already two mugs filled with hot chocolate and mini marshmallows on the table. sam must have taught him well.

one says “tea’challa,” and the other is shaped like the iron man mask. if something is marvel themed, tom buys it. you chuckle to yourself at your fanboy of a boyfriend and hug his waist from behind, blanket hanging around your arms.

“you’ve turned yourself into a burrito. that bad?” tom turns his head to give you a cheeky smile, a box of pancake mix in his hand. the cold doesn’t hit him the same because he’s his own personal furnace. how convenient for him.

“and i’ve already raised the heat. i’m running out of options here, tommy,” you whine and tighten your hold on him. “i’ve got one for you. after breakfast, we could cuddle for a while? how’s that sound?” “mm, let’s go for the whole day. i feel warmer just hearing about it.”

still smiling, tom pecks your cheek and walks over to the stove. you keep clinging onto him while he makes the rest of the batter. it’s like how a koala is with bamboo. after pouring the batter into a pan, tom turns around fully in your arms. you take the opportunity to bury your face in his chest, feeling absolute bliss in being flush against him.

he’s soft and warm and shaking with laughter. he’s better than hot chocolate on a snowy day.

“love, what’re you doing?” tom laughs out and holds you at arms length. you make a noise of protest, going back to your new comfort spot; him. “i don’t know, pre-cuddling with you? yeah, that’s what i’m gonna call it. pre-cuddling.” “oh, so this is a warm up. literally.” your scoff is muffled by his shirt. he engulfs you in a hug with arms around your lower back.

you pull away slightly to pepper his chest with kisses, earning another breathy laugh from him. you know his sweet spots. after one more kiss to his collarbone and a low call of your name, his hands move so they’re holding either of your sides. “don’t get me wrong, y/n/n. i’m super into pre-cuddling, but there are pancakes that need to be flipped.” “damnit, tom.”

huffing over-dramatically, you free him from your arms. he looks you up and down. grabbing the pan off the stove, his gaze lingers on you. of course he picks right now to be a tease. the chills are starting to make their way back, and your blanket doesn’t do much about it. nothing can top the way it feels to be held by tom.

“can’t believe you have the audacity to leave me for pancakes. pancakes that aren’t even from scratch, at that,” you tease. the look of shock on tom’s face puts a satisfied smirk on yours. “hey, i’m a beginner! sam says i have to work my way up to making my own recipes.”

proving his point, he flips a pancake too high by accident and just catches it in the pan. he silently cringes at the almost kitchen disaster. “i see that now,” you remark, making tom groan and turn to face the stove.

he plates the slightly mishappen pancake and less confidently flips another while mumbling something about how it worked when he tried it with sam. not wanting him to discourage himself, you hold him by his waist again and place a few kisses behind his ear, which always drives him crazy.

“you’ll get there, baby. i’m sure the way you’re making these will come out just as good. it’s really cool that you’re giving this a try, yeah?” “thanks, love. you’re right. i’ll just take it as a miracle that i‘ve come this far without burning the house down.” he’s half joking but half serious. your lips trail down to his jawline, him tilting his head back to encourage you to keep going.

“you’re really good at that,” he breathes out as you press more soft kisses to his skin. “good at what?” you feign innocence in practically a whisper, since you’re close enough for tom to hear. his eyes close for a moment before he shuts off the stove and puts the pan down. he faces you again with slightly parted lips.

“distracting me. that’s twice today. it’s like you want me to actually set our house on fire, y/n.” he contradicts himself by pulling you closer, his hands on your hips. you let yours move up to his shoulders and tilt your head to the side.

“well, at least that would make it warmer.” “you’re such a div, you know that?” tom squints at you with a small grin, leaning his head down. he purses his lips expectantly. now it’s your turn to be the tease. “stop using british insults at me and go finish breakfast, chef holland.”

his grin fades. “but- but my kisses-“ “they can wait, but my stomach can’t. i’m gonna go set the table,” you pat a pouting tom’s shoulders, leaving him to go through the drawer you keep silverware in.

after putting out forks, knives, napkins, and grabbing toppings from the fridge, you go back over to tom. he steps aside to present two plates with bigger stacks of pancakes than you were expecting on them. “tada! i made a few more for your impatient stomach. or rather, bisquick made a few more.” he does jazz hands around the spread, both of you sporting matching smiles.

you look down at what he made and back up at him. “tom, baby, you think that’s a few?” “you said you were hungry!” picking up a plate, he makes a ‘duh’ face and holds it out to you. you take it. “fair enough. these do smell really good. like, really really good. are we sure the right holland is in culinary school?” his humble side takes over, a light shade of pink dusting his cheeks.

“aw, don’t say that before you’ve tried them.” “then i’ll say it again after i do.” you poke one of his blushing cheeks and nod towards the table. shaking his head, tom grabs his plate and walks over with you.

you both sit facing the window to watch the snow fall as you eat. even though it’s freezing you, it can still be pretty to look at. multitasking is a virtue. you load up your plate with maple syrup and chocolate chips, tom opting for fruit on the side. he sips his hot chocolate and watches intently as you cut your stack of pancakes.

licking your lips, you dip a piece into some syrup. you’re happily surprised at the taste of your first bite, bumping tom’s leg with your own to express what you can’t say with a full mouth. he leans in closer.

“how is it? good?” his eyebrows are raised in anticipation, trying to gage your answer. you turn to him and throw your arms around his neck all in one movement. he catches you and giggles as you kiss all over his cheeks, nose, forehead, and finally his lips, letting that one last the longest. your hands slide down to hold tom’s arms, him stealing another kiss from your lips.

he’s so precious that you sometimes have to find other ways than words to tell him that.

“in case you couldn’t tell,” you start, out of breath. “that’s a yes. i’m enrolling you in culinary school for real.” “that’d be fun. sam could use some competition.” “and you’d get to bring home more really good food for me.” he chuckles and rests his arm across the back of your chair, each of you ready to fully dig into your breakfast.

tom has the same reaction that you did, his face lighting up in awe at how the pancakes turned out. you’re tempted to launch another kiss attack on him, but your grumbling stomach wills you to finish eating first. it’s worth it. both of you end up clearing your plates and staring out the window at the mess of white and grey, too full to move.

“it’s really coming down out there. wonder when it’ll stop,” tom yawns and settles his arm around your shoulders. “that reminds me. cuddles?” “ugh, i physically can’t get up right now. let’s stay here.” you have to admit, you’re already pretty comfortable.

moving your head to rest on tom’s chest, you nod, your hair tickling his neck. you outstretch the spidey blanket still on you for him to get under. he wraps the rest of it around himself and leaves a quick kiss on the top of your head, leaning further into your side.

soon, your chills are long forgotten.

[mother-snake]

the scale of the situation pt 2

(welcome back to this heap of a mess known as me creating a series and hoping to see it through. also yay or nay to bringing nico flores in to this..)

begining: the scale of the situation pt 1

next: the scale of the situation pt 3

taggs: @idkanameatall @girl-with-many-fandoms @imma-potatoo @smoltreehousekid @prinxiety-shipper101 warnings: dead body mention, blood... dw just remus being remus words: 1286

-overload pt1-

the next time it happened was only a few days later. He had been sitting at his desk, trying to get some of his work done. But it seemed with everything he got done, double would take its place. And he found himself getting frustrated with it all.

And thus, he stood up and ignored the increasing pile. Leaving it as it was for now and making his way out of his room and down the hall. He knew Logan wouldn’t be in his room so that would be the perfect place to hide for the time being.

He opened the door and did a quick look around. Searching for the best place to hid for the time being, or at least until his work didn’t seem as daunting.

He quickly found himself close to the floor and slithering around trying to find any nook or cranny that could contain him. and he found that on logans bed hidden under a blanket at the end of his bed that had been crumpled up. he made sure his head was poking out of the blanket to ensure he wasn’t sat on.

The soft fabric felt nice against his smooth scales, providing a sense of comfort as well as covering him, mostly, from sight.

As time passed, he began to find himself falling asleep once again. But even so he still kept his eyes on the door, waiting for Logan to return from wherever he had wondered off to. --

Logan had been in fact sitting in the living room with roman and Remus, going over the weekly schedule. he glanced to his watch. He still needed another half an hour until he could get back to the extra work in his room that needed done. he turned back to the barely started schedule and let out a sigh.

“come on! if he spends the day planning out the new video’s then he can spend the rest of the week doing everything else!” roman said exasperated. “yes. But by doing that he could end up overworking himself and you. if we do it in hourly intervals every day, he can still do other things,” Logan said back, trying his best not to snap at roman. “I'm with the nerd on this one roman,” Remus sighed, “look can we just call it quits. I’ve got a corpse in my room with my name on it,” he grinned.

“we might as well,” Logan said glaring at the barely filled calendar, “were getting nothing done.” “oh come now,” roman said to the both of them, “we can do this!” “we’ve being going since six in the morning. It is currently,” he looked down to his watch, “fifteen minutes till ten,” Logan said.

“oh fine, very well then,” roman said as he stood up, “shall we continue this later then?” he asked. “I think that’s fair; I shall see the both of you later then,” he said before picking up the paper. he was vaguely aware of the sound of moving chairs and footsteps before he was alone. Or so he thought.

He looked up and was startled by Remus looking at him with squinted eyes. he stared for a couple seconds before picking up the pile of paper and the several pens. “what do you want Remus?” he asked. “eh, I don’t know. Just going to sit in your room if you don’t mind,” he said. “what about the corpse?” “fucking with my brother as usual. Its in his room,” he snickered.

Logan let a small smile grace his face. it was not an unknown thing that Logan enjoyed pranking the other sides and always found whatever Remus did to be amusing much to their shock.

They had apparently spent a week debating who had put the spiders inside the cookie jar and decided it was Remus. Oh, how wrong they were.

He gestured for Remus to follow as he made his way up the stairs and towards is room. A little upset that he would have to get work done now, but alas, it must be done.

He paused as he reached his door. He could have sworn, nay. He knew he had shut it when he had left. “you okay there specks?” Remus asked as he saw Logans shoulders tense.

Logan didn’t respond but pushed the door open with his free arm he looked around the room quickly before his eyes softened at a sight, he hoped wouldn’t be the case.

There poking a small head out but fast asleep was Janus. “oh,” Remus said as he looked at his friend.

They glanced to one another before slowly making their way. they had to step over a couple piles of books and a few scattered clothing items. “you know, for logic, your room is rather messy,” Remus hushed over. “and for intrusive, yours is rather immaculate,” Logan shot back, a playful tune in what was said. “touché,”

As Remus got close enough, he carefully picked up the blanket with the snake inside and sat down on the bed before placing it back down onto his lap.

Logan placed the paper onto his desk’s chair. The desk itself was swamped in things that could be done quickly once he had the time. His main priority right now being Janus.

“I take it you already know about this habit of his?” Remus said. “indeed, Virgil and I found him like this under Janus’s bed only a couple days ago,” he said. “was that when he didn’t arrive for breakfast?” he asked. “indeed, it was a rather… unusual situation for me,” he said, rubbing an arm as he sat down next to Remus, bringing his legs up and crossing them.

They didn’t speak anymore in fear of waking Janus from his sleep. Logan however did move after a while to get some work done, occasionally getting some input from Remus when he got stuck.

They both smirked when they heard an all mighty scream coning from roman’s room. they looked at each other with a knowing look and tried their best to withhold their laughter in case it awoke Janus. but after Remus saw Janus’s head shift slightly, he knew that he was starting to wake up and placed him next to himself. --

Janus awoke to the sound of what he thought was a scream. There was slight movement and for a brief second, he felt as if he was in the air. But as soon as it happened it was over.

He cracked his eyes open and looked up to see Logan and Remus in the room with him. “hello Janus!” Remus exclaimed. “good morning Janus,” Logan said.

He slithered out of the blanket and up and around Remus’s neck. He wasn’t quite ready to shift back and he hoped that by doing this he would hopefully feel a lot better.

He was startled when the door slammed open and roman stood there with a red smudge covering his torso. He peaked his head up in curiosity and looked onwards.

“I swore to god. Whichever one of you it was, fess now or I will run both of you with my sword!” he yelled.

Janus glanced up to Remus and then over to Logan. nope he wasn’t dealing with this. he uncurled himself and slid down Remus’s back and onto the bed before twirling down a bed post and along the floor, letting out a goodbye in the form of a hiss.

Roman only watched in confusion as the snake made its way past him. covered in familiar shimmering golden scales.

“wait was that deceit- “he said in surprise snapping his head to see no snake, nor person in the hall.

[marvelgbt-posts]

You Can Stay Under My Umbrella (M! Reader)

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (yet to be posted)

{Tom Holland x Stylist! Male! Reader}

Warnings: Bad writing, also im in here for a short period- hello.

Summary: Tom goes to a costume fitting, and later takes you home in the rain under his Spiderman umbrella.

A/N: ella-ella-ey-ey-ey under my umbrella-ella-ella-ey-ey-ey-ey ey-ey (p.s. sry it’s short, and this takes place during the shooting of infinity war) 

i should also mention I’ve (obviously) never been on a movie set before, so i dont know how costume fittings work when it comes to  behind the scenes. But i have done performances and this is generally how they have worked for me, with some exceptions. So imma just go off experience. Also, lets pretend tom doesn’t have a trailer on set, k? Let’s pretend he has a home in America. Cuz i already wrote it and its done and I’m too lazy to go back.

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“Shhh-it,” Tom cursed under his breath, frantically putting on his pants. “Hey, Tom. Make sure you take an umbrella, it’s raining crazy out there,” Harry said, throwing his brother a shirt. He caught it and put it over his head- backwards.

“Tom-” Patrick caught his older brothers attention as he gave Tom his Spiderman umbrella. Tom couldn’t help but smile at the small gesture, ruffling the hair of his younger brother. “Thanks, Paddy.” Patrick smiled.

Tom was running late for a costume fitting. There was going to b e a new Spiderman suit in Infinity War, and he had to get his costume resized twice. Sam had caught Tom on his way out, handing throwing him his phone and keys. “Thanks, Sam,” Tom rushed out the door and into the pouring rain.

***

Once Tom made it to the studio, he searched for his dressing room, he threw his phone and keys onto the small table and slumped in his chair. Only a minute late, good. It usually took his stylist five minutes before he came to his room.

It was now 8:29, and Tom was still alone in his room. He was beginning to panic, thinking he had either come at the wrong day or the wrong time. Was this even his dressing room. Yes, it was, it had his name on the front when he last checked, which was before he entered.

He heard the door open, and in walked Jay, who was a stylist, but not his stylist. “Sorry, I’m late, Jr. Clark mixed the outfits name tags again and Maria and I had to switch them ourselves. I swear one of these days, he’s gonna get himself fi- oh. Hey Tom, I’m sorry I must have walked in the wrong room. Sorry ‘bout that.” At this point, Jay was reversing their costume back out the door. Tom smiled, “No worries.”

It was another 3 minutes before his stylist came in, the right one. “Hey, (M/n)! Took your sweet time,” Tom teased. You chuckled, sending shivers down Tom’s spine, “Yeah, sorry. It’s just Clark-”

“Messed up the name tags? Yeah, Jay already told me.”

“Oh, I see. Well, what are you waiting for, get outta those clothes. Let’s get you changed.”

“Kay.”

“Wait, Tom… Is your shirt on backwards?”

***

You were behind Tom, fixing the back of his costume. The suit had clung to itself in certain areas and you needed to fix it, pulling on it so it would even out. You snuck a glance at Tom’s butt, holding in laughter at the thought of him wearing a thong underneath.

“What’s so funny?” Tom asked, turning to you, “Does it not fit right? Is it ripped?” You shook your head, telling him it’s was something you’d seen the day before you remembered. He nodded, turning back around, though sneaking glances at you from time to time… to time.

Finally, the full suit was on. All that was left to do was see if he could move and perform freely in it. You asked Tom to do some tests for you, like raising his arms and jumping, and touching his toes.

“Looks like the suit is finally ready to go,” you smiled, giving Tom a thumbs up with both hands. Tom smiled, he didn’t know why. The suit fitting him wasn’t that big of a deal, why was he so giddy?

***

Tom had recorded some scenes of him as Peter Parker for Far From Home, and then went home. Already, he could feel his body craving for Tessa’s touch. He had already had his planner full. He was going to play with Tessa from 12:30 until he went to sleep. Very busy schedule.

He had opened up his Spiderman umbrella, shielding himself from the rain with it. As he was walking to his car, he heard a familiar voice, “Even promoting your own merchandise? Wow, Tom, I hadn’t expected you to do something like that.” It was you, he turned around, smiling, “It’s my brothers actually.” You made a silent ‘oh’ sound, nodding your head, “I see… cute.”

Tom then noticed you hadn’t had an umbrella, and that you were soaking. Your hair stuck to your face, dripping with water. You were shivering. “Well, my house is just down the street a few blocks from here. I’ll be on my way. See you next week, Holland.” You waved, walking past him. Tom watched you leave, rain hitting your body as if assaulting you.

He ran up behind you, reaching up to cover both of you with the umbrella. You looked down at Tom. God, he was pretty tiny for 22.

“What are you doing?” You asked, amusement lacing your voice. Tom shrugged, looking forward.

“You said your house was a few blocks from here, so is my car. I’ll drop you off at home.”

“No, that won't be necessary,Tom. Thank you, though.”

Tom refused, insisting that he drop you off. ‘Because he’s British and British people are gentlemen was his argument’. You gave up and walked home, Tom right beside you.

***

“And then- haha- the scene where Thor had to catch the Mjolnir, Chris couldn’t get a grip on the handle- so- he-” you chuckled to yourself a bit, Tom giggling as well, “-he kept throwing it. His balance was so off he kept hitting the stupid thing with the palm of his hand. So Captain America had his shield and Thor was just awkwardly trying to get a grip on the hammer. Hemsworth’s face throughout it though, too. We all had a good laugh from it.”

On the way, you and Tom had decided to talk about what you two experience in the field of film. He talked about what it was like to see himself on video and you described fashion-fails and bloopers while you were on set. “Did you know Hiddleston once almost fell down the stairs in that scene where he finds out he’s a frost giant because his cape was too long? So i had to fix it, which delayed our scheduling by a day.”

Tom nodded, chuckling, thinking of what his coworker would look like at a panicked state at the top of a staircase.

“Well, this is my stop. See you, Tom,” You waved, walking up to the front door of your house to unlock it. Once you did, you and Tom made eye contact for about 10 seconds, before Tom rushed up and gave you a quick peck on the cheek, having to hoist himself up on his toes and using your shoulder for balance to do it.

He ran off the direction you two came down on, waving to you as he yelled, “See you next week, (L/n)!”

You smiled, fingers barely grazing over you now warmed up cheeks were he had kissed you, as you said a quick goodbye under your breath, “See you next week, Holland.”

Ewwwwwww this sucked ass… part 2?

[ohhthereuare]

you have (5) new messages. (branjie)

A/N. I'm a mess. I did not expect to love Vanessa Vanjie Mateo so much and I certainly did not expect to devote my life to yet another ship. And yet here we are. Let's pray for the happiness of these two together and individually, and our own sanity. Using she/her pronouns about both of the queens. Enjoy!

Based on the night Miss Vanjie drunkenly posted some angsty and sad posts to her Instagram Story that she deleted seconds later. She also made some phone calls.

You can read it on AO3

***

Brooke’s alarm rang precisely at 7 am and she groaned while reaching out to turn it off. All these years of discipline and waking up at unholy hours before rehearsals and performances did nothing to ease the pain of early mornings. She always kept her phone on silent with no vibrations because God knew she needed those hours of beauty rest to be able to give her all day after day, especially now since her Drag Race career has started and turned everything upside down.

She squinted at her phone in the dark, the curtains blocking some of the rising Sun. She was still getting used to the tons of mentions and notifications across all social media that swarmed her every morning but something was off today. There was more than usual. Like, much more. She scrolled down the Instagram and Twitter alerts to the bottom and saw a couple of missed calls from a name that immediately made her heart beat faster and body wake up despite the previous drowsiness.

You have five new messages.

“Hiiiiiii! We out and about todaaaay and having so much fun! Silk’s here and them girls keep buying me shots. There’s some eye-candy as well but none as cute as your ass. Y’know, you could be here tonight, though I know you can’t, not really. So I thought—Bitch, you try that one more time and Imma--”

There was some rustling, someone who sounded suspiciously like Silky yelling in the background and the phone call ended abruptly. Brooke sat up in her bed, leaning against the headboard and running her hand through her curly mess of morning hair. It wasn’t uncommon for Vanessa to go out and get hammered after the gigs with her fellow sisters. From the heavy bass playing, but not being able to overpower Vanjie’s loud voice, they must have been at a club and Brooke knew the routine so well she had no trouble picturing it now. Sweaty and tired bodies, feet hurting from wearing hooker heels, slumping over the bar to down shots and get back to the dancefloor. Lights catching the ever-present remaining glitter on her cheekbones, chest, and shoulders. All the eyes are on her but she doesn't notice, doesn't care and keeps dancing with her own eyes closed, yelling the lyrics so loud Brooke never knew how she's never lost her voice so far.

You have four new messages.

“You must’ve seen it, yeah, I mean, everybody did. I guess the internet is forever, bitch. Just—don’t—I mean, uh, it’s the alcohol, y’know how it turns me into this emotional messy hoe and I’m too much in my head and fuck—Just—Ignore it, okay? That was—Yeah, shit, it’s gone now. It was nothing. Bye.”

Brooke guessed she must have been referring to the thousands of mentions and tagged pictures that she still hasn’t seen. She just hoped it was nothing too inappropriate although with Miss Vanjie you never knew.

You have three new messages.

“I bet you haven’t even listened—Yeah, it doesn’t matter, you don’t really have to. The thing is, it was, y’know, a part of the game. The game! Yeah! The one we keep playing and making everyone believe it’s for real and shit and it was just another thing. So I deleted that and they think it’s even more real because why would’ve I even do that, right? So it’s all good. We’re good.”

You have two new messages.

Brooke waited for a few seconds and the voice on the other end kept silent. Everything was weirdly silent compared to the music and yelling and stumbling words that filled the previous messages. Just some random rustling and murmurs. Brooke was about to move to the last message when someone spoke up.

“You gonna be fine?”

This time it was Silky. She sounded weirdly gentle and quiet. A long murmur came in response. Vanessa must have accidentally called her from what sounded like the inside of her pocket. Brooke kept listening.

“Okay, Imma leave you here, bitch. You sure you gonna be fine?”

“Yeah, yeah…”

There was a sound of someone turning a key and doors opening. Heavy steps thudding in the silence. Suddenly a loud yelp, a few curses muttered under breath and things cluttering against the floor. More rustling. A heavy sigh.

“Ah shit.”

You have one new message.

“Uhm, hi B.”

Brooke pressed the cellphone so hard against her ear she might as well try to put it directly into her brain. People were wrong when they said Vanessa Vanjie Mateo had only one volume. Sure, when everyone was watching, whether she was in or out of drag, her voice was so loud and obnoxious she could wake the dead to make them join her party. Brooke never minded. She loved hearing her like that. All that pure nonsense she was spitting on the daily that she made up as she went. But there was another side to her that the Canadian queen only discovered as she got to know her better, as they got closer. Only then, when it was just the two of them in their quiet corner during Untucked, limbs tangled in the backseat of the van or snuggled on the sofa after a long day of entertaining interviews and gigs, Vanessa was someone else entirely. She was soft and gentle, her voice low and raspy like a cat purring, reserved only for her closest’s one to hear.

“It’s been… A mess. Yeah. I’ve been a mess. Sorry about that. I don’t know why I did that. I mean, I do. I just forgot I guess. That’s it’s not just us now. It’s everybody watching. Like it’s their fucking business. Like they know what’s going on. But they don’t know shit.”

Brooke heard a soft rustling of sheets and she imagined Vanessa settling her small frame into a nest made of out blankets and comforters. She knew the telephone must have been placed at the other side of the bed, on the pillow, the way they would talk on FaceTime to indulge themselves in the illusion that the other person was lying beside them and not so far away. The other queen’s voice was barely above a raspy whisper, the words slurring together a little bit from the alcohol and exhaustion. She took a shaky breath and Brooke closed her eyes as her heart actually hurt in her chest.

“It’s hard, y’know? I mean, of course, you know, that's why we agreed on this shit show but… I miss you. And watching all that every week, how we were, I mean fuckwe should’ve never given that up. And this thing between us, I can’t—I just miss you. Yeah. It’s hard. Being together is hard like that but being apart and knowing we’re not—It’s the worst. I wanna be with you, B. I don’t care if I’m stuck here and you’re in fucking Canada and shit. I—”

Her voice gradually started getting quieter and quieter and Brooke thought she had fallen asleep with the phone on.

“Our song. I kept listening to our song. It’s what got me. Damn these fucking love songs. Ne-yo was right, bitch. Am sick of this shit. I just miss you so much, it’s all I can think ‘bout.”

Brooke could hear her breathing slowing down. She imagined those long eyelashes fluttering shut and lips parting before sleep took hold of her. She had often watched Vanessa in those moments as she laid on the Canadian queen’s chest, head tucked in the nook of Brooke’s neck, small limbs wrapped so tightly around her as if she had been scared otherwise Brooke would have gotten up and left. In a way that’s what happened.

“Love you, B.”

The words were breathed out, they almost got lost in the rustling of sheets, cars driving by outside and the deafening sound of Brooke’s heart hammering in her chest. And yet she heard them. And there was nothing she wanted more but to say them back. Right now. In person.

She had a show to do tonight, then a plane to catch later that, no matter what she desperately wanted, didn’t fly to LA. Vanessa would probably be nursing her hangover at home all day before putting on her wig, stunning makeup to cover the events from the night before and taking the stage like everything was fine. They were forced to get on with their separate lives.

Brooke grabbed her phone and jumped out of bed, already opening the cheapest airlines website and going through her schedule in her head. The words stayed engraved into her memory, burning her throat and filling her chest with how badly she wanted to say them back. Soon she would. There was only one thing she needed to do first. She clicked on the contact info and chose FaceTime. She didn’t have to wait long.

“Hi, Papi.”

[dontbeallupinmyfriesdawg]

The Allure of Darkness

Prompt: I just love the myth of Persephone, I mean the real, original version of it, because it’s not like she got kidnapped, no, this bitch was la-de-da-ing in a meadow and she just happened to find an entrance to the Underworld and she was like “Imma check this out”. And she just wanders into the Underworld and discovers that hey this place ain’t too bad.

Meanwhile, Hades is in the background “????? UM??? PRETTY GIRL??? WHY ARE YOU HERE?????? YOU AREN’T DEAD???”

And Persephone (who was originally called Kore just a little FYI) just looked at him and said “I like it here. I’m staying.”

Based off of this post.

A/N: Because I saw this and had to write it. Also, I’ve always wanted to do a Hades and Persephone AU. Really crack, I’m so sorry.

No beta.

For @wavesofjoyy

Caroline lay sprawled out on the meadow, staring forlornly up at the clouds and she fisted at the blades of grass beneath. She had honestly, never been more bored in her life. Perhaps Bonnie and Elena were content to frolick around aimlessly without a care in the world of a thought in their heads but Caroline was not. Was it wrong to wish to see something other than blue skies and endless patches of flowers, literally everywhere? Caroline’s mother had always warned her that her sense of adventure would get her into trouble but why on earth should the Hercules have all the fun?

She sighed and stood to her feet. As she looked down she realised that she’d been lying in the same spot for so long she’d left an imprint in the grass. Caroline began wandering aimlessly, hoping in vain that something interesting would happen, when suddenly something in the corner of her eye caught her attention. A flower blood red and by far the most exotic Caroline had ever seen. And as the Goddess of vegetation, she’d seen pretty much all of them.

She sunk to her knees and ducked down in order to examine it. Admiring the shape of the leaves and the tiny flecks of colour inside the nectary. Caroline decided immediately that it was far too beautiful for her to just leave it there and not take it with her. She’d pick it and show it to her friends, so they could ooh and ah at it and then she’d bring it home and tend to it in her own personal garden. Despite the fact that she could practically hear her mother’s voice warning her away from going near strange, foreign things she wasn’t certain of; Caroline reached out her hands to pick the flower from the dirt.

All at once there was a rumbling sound from beneath her. By the time Caroline felt the ground give away under her weight it was too late to do anything to stop it. She fell and kept falling for a very long time. Oddly enough she didn’t feel an ounce of fear as she made her descent, rather a sense of gratitude that the old Gods had heard her petition for excitement in her life.

When she woke up, instead of grass beneath her feet Caroline realised she was lying on very plush, expensive carpet in a very long corridor. Curiosity immediately took a hold of her and she got up and began to explore, without once questioning the strangeness of the situation. The house she had ended up in wasn’t a house at all. It was more like a mansion, obviously owned by someone important - or at least someone extremely rich. Every room she walked into was more grandiose than the next, each one decorated with lavish furniture and artwork. The decor wasn’t exactly to Caroline’s taste, far too gothic. However, the owner obviously had style and she could appreciate their vision, although there was one of two things she would change had she been put in charge.

Eventually, she found her way outside. What appeared to be the entrance of the house led out to a large garden which was equally as luxurious as the house, although there were no flowers or anything growing from the earth save for a single pomegranate tree right at the back. In the centre of the gardens was a fountain that appeared to be producing some sort of gold, metallic liquid instead of water. She was just about to reach out and touch it when…

“Who are you?”

Caroline screeched and jumped three feet in the air. She turned around and came face to face with perhaps the most sinfully handsome man she’d ever seen. The man wore all black and was tall and lean but still muscular. His sand coloured hair rested in little cherub curls on his forehead, his lips were full and red and made Caroline flush in embarrassment thinking about what they would feel like against her skin. What truly captivated her, though, were his eyes; dark, intense and trained on her as she gaped at him like an idiot.

“I- I’m sorry, I… I don’t…”

Caroline felt her entire body heat as the man drew closer toward her.

“One minute I was in the meadow and now I’m- well… here,” Caroline tilted her head and frowned.

“Where exactly is here?”

The man’s obscenely red lips were pulled into a smirk as he took another step forward.

“The underworld sweetheart,”

“The what!?” she exclaimed, her eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.

“The underworld, as in-?”

“Hell? Perdition? Hades? Yes,” The man replied casually, his handsome features growing increasingly more amused at Caroline’s distress.

Oh, this was bad. This was very bad. Caroline could only imagine her mother’s rage when she found out that her only daughter was not only missing but in the lair of satan himself. Speaking of which…

“Wait does that mean that you're …”

Instead of offering a reply, the gorgeous man’s lips stretched into a full smile, causing his sharp dimples to cut into his stubble covered cheeks; which only served to make even more, (unfairly) attractive.

Caroline fell silent, attempting to process the new information he’d just been given.

“Tell me, sweetheart-” he said breaking into the quiet that had settled between them.

“-Caroline,” she interjected.

“Caroline,” he purred, her name rolling off his lips in a way that made her shudder.

“-You’re not dead,”

“Well obviously,” she bluntly, before biting her tongue; remembering that she was addressing the all-powerful ruler of the underworld. A man feared, revered and most definitely not to be trifled with, from what she’d heard.

Luckily for her, he seemed entertained by her sudden outburst and continued.

“-So, how is it that you found your lovely self, here in my realm?” he asked circling around her in a predatory fashion.

Caroline narrowed her eyes at him.

“Maybe you should tell me your name first,” she countered, not missing the way his eyes were greedily roaming her form.

“My name is Klaus,” he responded “But of course I am better known by my other title,”

Caroline nodded.

“Well… Klaus, as I said; one minute I was in the middle of a field and there was a flower and-”

“-Ah, of course,”

“Excuse me?” Caroline blinked.

“The flower you speak of, I’ve been meaning to close that particular portal up for while now. I’ll have to set Kol to the task a soon as possible,”

“I’m sorry, what portal?” Caroline asked, shaking her head in confusion.

“It matters not,” Klaus said, brushing aside the issue.

“Since you are most certainly not dead,” he hummed, giving her body another appreciative once over. “I’m sure we can arrange to have you transported up to the surface in-”

“No,”

“Beg pardon?”

“What if I don’t want to go back up to the surface?”

Now it was Klaus turn to stare at her in disbelief.

“I’m not sure I follow love,”

“I like it here, I think I’ll stay,” she said walking around him, back towards the fountain.

Klaus stood rooted to the spot watching her incredulously.

“I mean, at least for the time being,” Caroline said. “I need a vacation,”

Klaus took a deep breath and walked over to her.

“Caroline I’m afraid-”

“-Please? you have no idea how boring it is on the surface,” she asked beseechingly.

“Oh I have an idea love, but still -”

“Please, couldn’t you take some time out of your busy schedule and give me a little tour of the place?” Caroline pleaded, literally batting her eyelashes at him.

Of course, she’d already done her fair share of exploring but what Klaus didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Klaus expelled a deep sigh and Caroline could see his resolved melting as she flashed him one of her winning smiles.

Her mother would not be happy about this, she mused. However, watching that smirk reappear on Klaus’ handsome face made it very it difficult for Caroline to bring herself to care.

“THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE ELIJAH. DO YOU HEAR ME!? I WON’T HAVE IT”

Elijah pinched his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose and sighed.

“Elizabeth, ple-”

“DON’T YOU ELIZABETH ME!” Liz screeched, pacing back and forth in front of him. “This is my daughter!? That… man has my daughter captive-”

“-That man,” Elijah interjected “Is my brother, if you care to remember,”

Liz whirled around to glare at him.

“Well. Exactly.” she snapped. “Talk some sense into him. Deal with things and quickly before I take matters into my own hands. Believe me, Elijah you won’t like it if I do”

Without waiting for an answer Liz turned and stormed out of the room. Steam literally billowing from her ears as she did. Moments lately Rebekah walked into the room, regarding her brother with a curious expression.

She gestured toward the doorway of the palace.

“What the bloody hell was all that about?!”

Elijah turned to her and sighed.

“It appears our brother has gotten himself into yet another unholy mess once again, thus leaving yours truly to clean up after him,”

“So what are you going to do about it?” Rebekah asked.

“As you know, it takes a long time negotiate access to the underworld without a portal and Nikklaus has removed nearly all of them out of spite following our recent altercation.”

“But as soon as I am able to get down there I will do my duty as administrator of justice and exact it accordingly,”

Rebekah chuckled to herself.

“Has something amused you, sister?” Elijah asked looking at her seriously.

“Oh nothing, it just that whole ‘administrator of justice thing always tickles me,”

“And why would that be?” Elijah huffed indignantly.

“Well you have to admit it’s sort of ironic considering all the things you’ve gotten up to,”

Elijah looked as if he were about to protest when a shrill voice rang through the throne room.

“Elijah!” Katherine, Elijah’s-not-quite-wife-not-quite-mistress called out. “I’m bored and you know exactly what happens when I’m bored. Entertain me!” she demanded

Elijah grimaced, avoiding looking at the smug look on Rebekah’s face.

Caroline’s stay in hades had extended way past Klaus expectations. He had no idea how he’d allowed things to get so out of hand. All he knew was that pretty Caroline had a smile that rivalled the sun and it was incredibly hard to say no to her. Hence why her afternoon visit had stretched into several weeks. Hence why Klaus had allowed his home to be turned upside down because Caroline insisted it was in need of ‘renovation’ and needed more colour because it was far too ‘unwelcoming’.

It was Hades??? And he was the fearsome Lord of the underworld. Unwelcoming was the look he was going for. If he wanted people flocking at his gates he’d put a big neon sign up and set up a concession stand that sold keyrings. 

Caroline had brushed off his obvious lack of enthusiasm as ‘grumpiness’ and ploughed on with her plans. What’s more, Caroline had managed to put the fear of Zeus into every man and women in his employ, to such an extent that they were more afraid of upsetting her than they were of him. Which was something that he found to be both irritating and impressive, simultaneously.

Despite his own personality clashing heavily with Caroline’s constant cheerful disposition and never ending optimism, Klaus had reached the disturbing revelation that he was falling head over heels in love with her. After all, she was strong, beautiful, intelligent and he’d been captivated by her since the moment he spotted her flitting around the gardens. Everywhere she went this inexplicable light seemed to follow her. Even a small patch of land in the courtyard had started to grow flowers since her arrival. The look on Caroline’s face when she’d seen the first shoots had warmed his cold, dead heart and made his stomach flip in a way that it hadn’t done so in years.

It was infuriating really. Klaus deeply resented being enslaved to his emotions like some sort of desperate teenage boy. Every day he’d wake from sleep wondering if today would be the day that Caroline decided to put an end to her little vacation in the underworld and return back home to the surface. Every time he looked at her he was filled with self-loathing because he was a bitter, jaded and damaged soul, who was nowhere near good enough for someone as magnificent as Caroline. No matter how desperately he felt every inch of his being craving her.

Several weeks into her stay Caroline had insisted on throwing a party at the mansion for all the residents of the underworld. Of course he had adamantly protested and as usual, she had adamantly ignored him. In his head, Klaus interpreted that Caroline’s sudden desire for festivities meant that she was planning to break the news of her departure to him. Because of this, Klaus spent the entire evening hidden away in the shadows, sullen and depressed, refusing to speak to anyone and glaring at any fool who dared to make contact with him.

True to form, Caroline tore herself away from playing the perfect hostess and sought him out in the crowd as soon as she got the chance.

“You missed the cake,” she said accusingly, striding toward him in a dazzling figure-hugging gown, that looked as if it were painted on her.

“You look stunning, sweetheart,” he murmured, giving her a heated look.

“Don’t change the subject,” she smiled handing him a champagne glass.

“You’ve been avoiding me all night. Marcel says you’ve been even more irritable than usual today,”

Klaus sighed and shook his head.

“I’m fine Caroline,” he said stiffly, turning away from her. “Go back to enjoying the party.”

Caroline was quiet for a long time and for a moment he thought she’d taken him at his word and left. But all of a sudden he felt one of her small gentle hands slide it’s way into his.

“I’m here,” she said, almost so softly that he barely caught it over the noise of the party.

“I stayed Klaus. I stayed for you. Don’t you see that?”

He turned finally turned to look at her, his eyes wide and disbelieving. He opened his mouth to speak but Caroline pressed her fingers to his lips to stop him.

“I think you should kiss me,” she whispered. When he didn’t move Caroline wound her arms around his neck and pressed her heated body against his.

“Do you want to kiss me?” she asked.

“Yes,” Klaus growled, his voice low and husky. “Very much so,”

Slowly, he leant down and cupped Caroline’s face in his hands and gently brushed his lips against hers. Caroline mewled pulling him down closer to her and seeking entrance to his mouth with her tongue. Moaning as he responded to her; deepening the kiss and resting his hand on the small of her back.

He smiled at the small whine of protest she let out once he pulled away.

“You realise I’m incapable of letting you go now,” he said, gently nuzzling her temple.

Caroline smiled

“I’m well aware”.

Klaus stretched and let out a contented sigh as he stirred from sleep. Immediately he grinned feeling Caroline’s naked body on top of his as she pressed gentle kisses down the column of his throat. Three blissful months of waking up with her in his bed next to him and he still couldn’t believe his luck. He doubted he’d ever get used to the idea that Caroline was his, that she’d chosen him and that he’d spend the rest of his days waking up the smell of lavender and vanilla and the heat of Caroline’s smooth skin against his own.

“Morning sweetheart,”

“Good morning,” 

Klaus let out a sharp groan as he felt Caroline’s hand wander under the waistband of his undergarments.

“Wicked minx,” he hissed, arching into her touch.

“Was that a complaint?” Caroline giggled, lazily stroking her hand up and down his length as she leant down for a slow drugging kiss. Klaus sighed into it, rubbing circles into Caroline’s skin with his thumbs.

Suddenly there was a loud cracking noise and the whole mansion began to shake.

“Klaus, what’s happening?” Caroline gasped.

He let out an inhuman noise and let his head lull back in frustration, as Caroline removed her hand from his member to steady herself.

“Klaus?” she repeated uncertainly as another tremor occurred.

“It appears we have company sweetheart,” he grumbled. “You might want to get dressed.”

Sure enough, when they emerged from the bedroom there was a man waiting for them outside the door. He had a regal air about him and his face was oddly familiar…

“Elijah,” Klaus said stiffly. “To what do I owe the pleasure,”

“I did not travel all this way for pleasantries Nikklaus, release the girl and I will be out of your hair,”

“Release!?” Caroline and Klaus said at the same time.

Klaus chuckled.

“You think I’m imprisoning her Elijah? Nice to know what a high opinion my brother has of me,”

Before Elijah could respond there was another cracking noise and Liz appeared before them looking infuriated.

“Mom!?” Caroline exclaimed.

“What’s happening Elijah!?” Liz demanded. “Paralyse him quickly so Caroline and I can-”

“Uh hello, mom? Hi, yeah I’m not sure what’s going here but if you guys are here staging some sort of rescue mission don’t bother. Klaus isn’t keeping me here against my will. I love him.”

“- Enough. Don’t be ridiculous, Koreoline. This has gone on long enough. Take my hand and return to the surface with me.”

Caroline winced.

“You know I hate when you call me that.” she said glaring in her mother’s direction.

“Is that why you gave me that name so you could spend the rest of my life treating me like a little girl?”

“How dare you!” Liz shouted, “I am your mother-”

“-Yes, but I’m an adult and you can’t stop me from staying here if that’s what I want,” Caroline insisted.

Liz’s eyes bugged out of her head and she turned to look at Elijah.

“DO SOMETHING!” she demanded.

He shook his head.

“Elizabeth I’m, sorry you sent me here on the grounds that Caroline was being held against her will. Since it is quite apparent that she is not-”

Before he could finish Liz let out a scream loud enough to wake the dead (literally) and disappeared that the same way she came.

Klaus looked down and pulled Caroline against him and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“You can go after her you know,”

Caroline shook her head and buried her face into his chest.

“No, I think I need to give her some time to cool off first,” she explained. “She’ll come around eventually I know it,”

Klaus wasn’t so certain of that fact but didn’t say as much to Caroline. Instead, he lifted his head to glare reproachfully at Elijah who was staring at the two them with curiosity.

“Is there something you wanted Elijah?” Klaus asked coolly.

Elijah shook his head and fixed Caroline with a hard stare.

“Koreoline indeed,” he muttered. “I think Persephone would be far more suitable,”

In a second he too was gone, leaving her and Klaus alone outside of their bedroom.

Caroline’s brow wrinkled in confusion.

“What did he just call me?” she asked.

Klaus smirked.

“Persephone. It means the one who brings chaos,”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the adorable pout that formed on her face.