For writers, speaking scenes are either the bane of your existence, or the highlight of your day. On one hand, when characters are talking, it can really help further a scene and help with character development….but on the other hand…writing dialog is such a chore….blugh. So here’s some ways to write better dialog in your stories!
Give Your Characters Voices
Is your character southern? Do they have a lisp? Are they shy? Outspoken? Do they use a lot of big words, or are they an easy talker? Are they more likely to lie with confidence, or do they need to pause a lot to collect their thoughts? These are all factors that help build up a character’s profile, and to add realism to your dialog. Make sure to keep each character consistent – example: if Character A is an angry and resolute character, they wouldn’t stammer or blush when they’re caught off guard – so that your characters keep their individuality.
Embrace the Power of Verbs
Obviously, there’s a huge difference between ‘said’ and ‘yelled’ and ‘screamed’, but there are so many fics where ‘mumbled’ is an overused verb. Unless your character is incredibly shy – or loves to whisper insults under their breath – nobody mumbles every other sentence. ‘Quipped’, ‘snarked,’ ‘said indignantly’, ‘joked’, and ‘laughed’ are some of my favorite verbs.
Moving the Scene Through Dialog
If you’re ever terrified of having a scene turn into a monotonous he said/she said conversation, then break it up with actions! Have Character A yell at Character B as they angrily slam the car door, or Character C say “huh?” as they try to clear water out of their ears. Here’s a few examples.
“You look like crap!” Madison tried to touch the side of her
face, but Liz jerked her head back. “Are you like, sick? Your eyes are
all red and puffy.”
“Yeah, just a second.” Jade watched as the bright orange petals swirled down the drain.
Scout visibly recoiled from him. “Uh, no. I’ll pass.”
Talk to Yourself
This is the best trick; it’s what I do when I’m
writing dialog. I’ll put on different voices and talk aloud to myself in order to feel what sounds natural and what sounds plastic-y. You
may feel ridiculous when you’re up at 2am and repeating the same lines over and over again to yourself, but believe me, it will show in the final drafts when your characters are interacting.
Finally, Have Fun
It’s such a cliche tip that it makes me want to cry from boredom, but having fun with your dialog makes it infinitely easier to write. If your inspiration is just bone dry, have your characters get silly with their dialog – “Sir, that really hella dangerous experiment is going critical” “oh dang, lmao, we should probably leave?” “yes most definitely” – because even then, you’re getting your ideas out and you can come back later. Also, it’s hilarious. In the end, writing is supposed to be a fun hobby, so find what works for you and keep on doing it!
Clarke has grown to think of Bellamy as a brother, nothing more. That's apparent right now. Who knows what will happen in s5? And although Eliza may be against it now... that too may change going into another season.
Apparent to whom, exactly?
Was she thinking of him as a brother when he had his arm on her shoulder and his body right next to hers, speaking into her ear?
Was she thinking of him like a brother when they were flirting on Unity Day?
Was she thinking of him as a brother when she buried her head in his shoulder every damn time they hugged?
I mean, really? Does any of that look like something you’d see a sister do with her brother? Even the lengths of the hugs themselves say that she doesn’t think of him like a brother. Because they go on for. fucking. ever. Watch those scenes again. When’s the last time you’ve hugged your brother or seen someone hug their brother for that long? Pulling them closer all the while?
And, really, what is the basis for the “Clarke thinks of Bellamy like a brother” / ”Bellarke thinks of each other in a platonic way only” line of thinking anyway?
It can’t be that they never show physical affection to the other, because they do that all. the. damn. time.
It can’t be that neither have said the words, because while they haven’t said the elusive “I love you”, they’ve spelled it out in countless other ways. And on Clarke’s end (because that’s the basis of this ask), Clarke has only said the words to her previous partners when they’re on their death bed or literally on the other side. And yet people had no trouble believing Clarke was in love with Finn or Lexa.
It can’t be that they haven’t had any romantic moments, because they have. They’ve just been extremely subtle, given that their relationship has also been subtle.
Because, here’s the thing: the show has been paralleling Bellarke to the canon romances of the show from the very beginning.
Clarke comforting Finn after he kills a reaper?
Looks pretty damn similar to Bellamy reaching for Clarke after torturing Lincoln to save Finn.
Clarke running to and then hugging Finn when she finds out he’s not dead?
Looks nearly identical to Clarke running to and then hugging Bellamy when she finds out he’s not dead.
Abby comforting Kane after the City of Light is destroyed when he’s distraught over everything he did?
Looks similar to Clarke comforting Bellamy when he’s distraught over everything that he helped cause in Arkadia.
Abby kissing Kane’s cheek?
Looks similar to Clarke kissing Bellamy’s cheek.
Lincoln caressing Octavia’s face?
Looks a lot like Bellamy caressing Clarke’s face.
Octavia cleaning Lincoln’s wound and holding his hand?
Looks very similar to Clarke looking at Bellamy’s wound and holding his hand.
So, here’s my point: if the Clexa scenes, and the Kabby scenes, and the Flarke scenes, and the Linctavia scenes are meant to be read as romantic, why wouldn’t the very nearly identical Bellarke scenes be meant to read as romantic or on-the-verge-of-romantic or definitely-more-than-just-friendship?
Because they haven’t banged yet? That would make 98% of the Clexa scenes not romantic and ~70% of the Kabby scenes not romantic.
Because they haven’t declared their love? That would make all but one of the Clexa scenes and Flarke scenes not romantic, all of the Kabby scenes not romantic, and nearly every single Linctavia scene would not be romantic!
Who knows what will happen in season 5? Hell, who knows what will happen in the second half of season 4! Bellamy and Clarke are very quickly verging on the path toward romance.
And, as for Eliza, she most definitely isn’t against Bellarke. Yes, I’m sure she’s a bit sick of the media (and a portion of the Bellarke fanbase) being so Bellarke focused and not focusing on the current storylines.
The way Eliza has handled Bellarke has been exactly as expected for a storyline that hasn’t quite broken. She has been completely supportive of the relationship as it stands on the screen right now: two people who are each other’s rocks, who center each other and support each other and care very deeply about each other.
Of course she isn’t shouting from rooftops about Bellarke! Actors only do that for two reasons: it’s the ship currently happening (like how Ricky was all during Linctavia, or how Paige and Ian have been with Kabby and how Chris has been with Marper…and how Eliza and Thomas were all during Flarke and how Eliza and Alycia were all during Clexa and how Eliza still is while Clarke is still in mourning) or when it’s never gonna happen and they’re trolling (like Bob and Richard have done for Murphamy). It is the actors’ job to promote the show and the story being told, but they’re also allowed to have fun and joke around with things they know won’t give away future storylines.
The second the episode drops where there is 100% Confirmed Facebook-Official Bellarke Romance™ you bet your ass you’ll see Eliza (and Bob) be completely on board.
(Like I legit can’t tell if you’re a Bellarke shipper who honestly believes Clarke thinks of him like a sibling but think maybe in S5 that’ll change, or if you’re anti-Bellarke but acknowledge that the show might go there but hasn’t gone there yet…either way, sorry for this long ass rant. I had feelings.)
Shance headcanon: Lance totally asked Shiro out by leaving him one of those "Do you like me?  yes  absolutely  most definitely" notes
-Shiro finds it and marks [✔️] Most Definitely
-Shiro put it somewhere where he knows Lance would find it but Keith gets there first
-Keith thinks it’s for him and gets a red pen and creates a new answer and puts [❌] NO
-Lance finds it and is super disheartened and he’s like okay :(
-Shiro finds him later and is like “Did you find the note?”
-Lance is like “Yeah, you don’t have to rub it in my face that you don’t like me.”
-Shiro is like ?!!??? “WHAT”
-Lance pulls out the note and is like “Yeah, you put a big NO. I can see it very clearly.”
-Shiro is bewildered until he recognizes the handwriting and he’s like “KEITH!!”
-Keith is like “I thought it was for me.”
-Shiro “It was already marked!”
-Keith “Yeah I thought maybe you marked it for me to be funny or something.”
-Shiro shakes his head and says “I wrote this check mark” and points to his
-Lance is like !!!!!!!! “So you DO like me?”
-Shiro “Most definitely.”
-Tada they go on a date!
Imagine an Adaption of The Princess Bride with the Star Wars cast. OT or PT, what would the roles be and how would adapt it?
Okay, well obviously Anakin is the slave boy / man in black / Dread Sith Lord Vader. (But not the real Lord Vader. Anakin took the title from the man who supposedly killed him, but who in fact took him on as an apprentice; his name was really Dooku. He himself had inherited the title from the previous Lord Vader, who was not the real Lord Vader either. His name was Sifo-Dyas. The real Lord Vader had been retired thirty years and living like a king on Nar Shaddaa. It was the name, Dooku explained, that was important for inspiring the necessary fear. No one would surrender to the Dread Sith Lord Ani.)
Padmé is the simple peasant girl Palpatine picked to be Queen of Naboo. Originally, he planned to have her murdered on her coronation and the Trade Federation blamed for it, thus sparking the war that would bring him to power. But when that fails, he has to regroup and finally decides it’s going to be so much more moving when he has her killed not as an innocent victim but as a martyr.
Nute Gunray has been secretly hired by Palpatine to murder Padmé and start a war (a prestigious line of work, with a long and glorious tradition). He in turn has hired two mercenaries to help him with the task: the former Jedi padawan turned drunken soldier of fortune Obi-Wan Kenobi, and the prospector and prize fighter Dexter Jettster.*
Obi-Wan saw his Jedi master murdered by a mysterious tattooed Sith Lord when he was still a padawan. Now, Obi-Wan loved his master, and so naturally he challenged his murderer to a duel. He failed, but the Sith let him live, and now he has dedicated his life to revenge…and left the Jedi Order to seek it. He’s been searching for the tattooed Sith ever since.
Dex is honestly in this gig for the money, but he’s forever annoying Nute with his horrible dad jokes and puns, and in spite of himself he’s basically adopted Obi-Wan. The guy clearly needs someone to look after him.
Maul is the tattooed Sith Obi-Wan is searching for. He’s been working as Palpatine’s lieutenant all this time. His assistant Ventress keeps his Pit of Despair running smoothly.
Barriss is the Jedi healer who used to work for the Republic, until the Republic’s stinking Chancellor fired her (and all the other Jedi), and thank you so much for bringing up such a painful subject.
Ahsoka is not a witch, she’s her wife, but after what Barriss just said, she’s not even sure she wants to be that anymore.
Yoda is a very impressive clergyman indeed. Because of reasons.
A few choice scenes:
Anakin learning fencing and the Force and anything else people will teach him while playing aide to Dooku’s Dread Sith Lord Vader.
“Good night, Anakin. Sleep well. I’ll most likely kill you in the morning.”
Obi-Wan helping Anakin scale a cliff so that they can have a proper duel. “I see you’re a Sith Lord,” he says. “You don’t by any chance have tattoos on your face?”
“Do you always begin conversations this way?”
Obi-Wan tells his story, after which Anakin graciously removes his mask to show that his face is tattoo-free. And then they fight. It’s all very cordial.
“Why are you wearing a mask?” Dex asks. “Were you burned by lava or something?”
“Oh no, it’s just they’re terribly comfortable. I think everyone will be wearing them in the future.”
Anakin and Nute Gunray have a battle of wits.
“But Sarlaac venom is from Tatooine, and Tatooine, as everyone knows, is entirely peopled with criminals, who are used to not being trusted as you are not trusted by me, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you.”
Padmé and Anakin escape to Tatooine (it’s definitely Tatooine), where they attempt to hide out from Palpatine.
“What are the three dangers of Tatooine? One, the lightning sand. No problem. Two, the sarlaac pits. There’s a growling sound that precedes those, so we can avoid them easily…”
“Anakin, what about the WROUSes?”
“Womp rats of unusual size? I don’t think they exist.”
A fight with several womp rats immediately follows.
Padmé makes a bargain with Palpatine to save Anakin’s life. At this point she hasn’t realized quite how awful Palpatine is, but even so, she’s already planning how she’s going to get out of this.
Unfortunately, Palpatine wastes no time at all, and Anakin is turned over to Maul to be tortured. There’s dismemberment involved. When Obi-Wan and Dex find him, he’s a mangled, limbless husk, and very definitely dead.
Or…maybe only mostly dead.
Obi-Wan tries several stories to convince Barriss to help. She finds each of these stories increasingly ludicrous.
“He’s the Chosen One, destined to bring balance to the Force!”
Barriss just stares at him. “Boy are you a rotten liar,” she says.
“I need him to help avenge my master, murdered these twenty years!”
Barriss is even less impressed by this, but she takes a look, and unfortunately for her, Ahsoka won’t give her any peace until she’s brought Anakin back. It takes a lot of doing. Not so much miracle pills as the miracle of modern cybernetics, but hey, it amounts to the same thing in the end.
Besides, Obi-Wan’s promised that if Barriss saves Anakin, Palpatine suffers humiliations galore, and that is definitely a noble cause.
Meanwhile Padmé has a crisis of conscience and goes barging into Palpatine’s office one night.
“It comes to this: I love democracy. I always have. If you tell me I must be your puppet Queen, please believe I will be leading a revolution by morning.”
Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Dex break into the Naboo palace by means of a cunning plan involving a hover sled, Ventress’ lightsabers, and a fog machine they found in Maul’s torture pit. (Look, Maul is absolutely the dramatic type who owns a fog machine. Don’t blame me. That’s just science.)
Rescuing Padmé proves to be the most difficult part of the whole plan, mainly because Padmé has already rescued herself, and finding her is a bit difficult. And then Obi-Wan catches sight of Maul the tattooed Sith, and he’s off on his quest for vengeance.
Meanwhile Anakin still can’t walk that well on his new legs and ends up having to bluff his way through a fight with Palpatine.** Or at least, to keep Palpatine occupied just long enough for Padmé to take him down with a stun blast.
(Anakin really wanted to kill him, but Padmé insists Palpatine has to stand trial. Anakin isn’t convinced; at least, not until she points out that Palpatine living a long life alone in prison with his failures would make a much more satisfying revenge.)
“Hello. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi. You killed my master. Prepare to die.”
And of course, for maximum irony, this story ends with Obi-Wan becoming the new Dread Sith Lord Vader.
* Okay, okay. I realize Dex as Fezzik is a stretch. But everyone else fits so perfectly and there’s really no one in the PT era who fits for Fezzik. I considered Chewie, but he doesn’t have a connection with Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan apparently has no friends outside of Anakin and Dex. :( So.
** So I wanted to make a joke about “to the pain,” only I realized that what happens to Anakin in canon basically is “to the pain,” which…kinda destroys the humor tbh.
Rin wasn’t raised knowing about the different sexual orientations
Not that it mattered to Father Shiro Fujimoto if Rin turned out gay or straight or anything else
Father Shiro Fujimoto just never thought to tell Rin about the differences and Rin never asked
Rin always just seemed to be about girls from the very beginning
so he left it at that
Now Shiro’s gone
and Rin’s in a totally new world
a world that’s dangerous and scary
but he finds solace in his friends
Shiemi and Bon most specifically
Rin knew from the get go that he really liked Shiemi
she was so sweet and smol and innocent
and he got the chance to save her
and it felt really good
and when Rin met Bon - well the guy didn’t like him so why would Rin think twice about that guy
well… things are different now
him and Bon have gotten through a lot together
Rin’s recently began noticing that when Bon gets close to him his heart speeds up and his cheeks get hot
he just thought something was wrong with him
so one night while he was laying in his bed, Yukio was sitting at his desk grading papers and Rin began talking
Yukio listened to the ‘symptoms’ as Rin called them and leaned back in his seat, looking at his older brother
“Nii-san. I think you might have a thing for Suguro-kun.”
it took Rin a loooong second to process what Yukio said
“What do you mean ‘a thing’?
“I mean I think you might have a crush on him.”
Rin felt like his heart stopped
and everything got really confusing
“Yukio that’s stupid. Bon’s a guy and besides that… there’s someone else I like. A girl! I can’t like a guy and a girl!”
“And why not?”
“Cause they’re two totally different things!”
“One is female! She is sweet and quiet and nice and so so so so soooo cute! And then the other is Bon! A…big guy. With muscles and facial hair and…cool piercings. And he’s really strong and smart and stuff…. Not that she isn’t strong and smart in her own way! I just…”
Yukio waited for Rin to continue but Rin laid in silence, his mouth open as he stared at the ceiling thinking about Ryuuji
“Think about what you just said - and then come back to me.” Yukio chuckled, turning off the desk light and heading to bed
the next day Rin sat next to Shiemi but kept ‘sneaking’ glances over to Ryuuji
Bon caught the glances everytime…
(maybe cause he was staring at Rin too)
after class Rin went to Shima - who would probably be an expert on this kind of thing (in Rin’s mind at least)
“Shima - what does it mean when someone likes a guy and also like a girl?”
“What? That means they’re bi.”
Rin.exe has stopped working
“Bi. Okumura. You know what that is right?”
“Yeah, of course! …Not.”
“Its just when someone likes both genders. I guess that’s how you could explain it..”
“Can a guy be bi?”
“Yes, most definitely.”
“And girls can be bi?”
“Shima… I think I’m bi.”
Shima stopped and looked at Rin for just two seconds - just to make sure he was being serious
and when he saw how nervous Rin looked?
he put his arm around Rin’s shoulders and grinned at the young man
“That’s good for you Okumura! I’m glad you figured that out!”
telling people of color “it’s not that serious” every time they have a problem with some portrayal of a character or situation in a tv show or a film is no longer a valid statement. either you go through the process of recognizing and accepting your own privilege so you can proceed to acknowledge these pressing matters involving race, as well as other factors such as gender, sexuality, class, etc., in order to help fight against racism and act as allies for people who are ultimately affected by major problems involving race in society, or you can gladly exit stage left, because we don’t have time for your useless bullshit.
i need a bechloe rent!au where beca is the ivy league “anal retentive” lawyer while chloe is the starving “ambitious af” performance artist. where they fall in love, get engaged, fight during the engagement party; in front of the bohemians(the bellas obv), but work through their problems and get back together on halloween
“Dr. Spectra is a highly respected motivational speaker and teen therapist.”
If you ask me, Penelope Spectra is easily one of the most terrifying and downright evil characters in the entire series. I’d even argue she’s worse than Dan. He’s definitely the most destructive, yes, but it takes a special kind of evil to intentionally get inside someone’s head and mess them up psychologically without anyone even noticing.
For that reason, I absolutely adore her.
I’ve been excited for this one, so let’s get to it.
A few weeks passed and he had
told you he might disappear for ‘work’ for a bit. In all actuality, he had been
pulled away because of the notorious ‘Team Flash’. Too much needed to be done
to ensure that everything fell into place.
He had scared Barry and it
had felt so satisfying. There was nothing he could do to change this future.
Now he had some time to focus
on you, and he was looking forward to it.
He cleared his throat as he
walked toward CC Studios. He stopped briefly catching his reflection in the
glass door. He flexed his jaw reminding himself that you were different. You
saw past the surface of his broken exterior and saw his true self.
The man he really was.
He ran a hand through his hair
a few times before walking inside. He was hoping to surprise you with a cup of
coffee and persuade you to go to lunch with him.
He walked into the studio
slowly when he noted the recording light wasn’t on. He could hear a piano being
played, but nothing else.
He smiled instantly as he saw
you sitting at the keys. Your fingers moved over the ivory pieces in a fluid
motion that brought life to the world around you.
He enjoyed the smile that
played on your lips as you expertly played. You hadn’t noticed him yet, giving
him a chance to move up behind you before your piece came to a close, “That was
He laughed when you jumped.
You turned on the stool giving him a small smack, “Wear a bell!”
“That would not be as much
fun.” He smirked leaning down grabbing your chin lightly before placing a kiss
on your soft lips. His smile became genuine as he parted from you, “I brought
“My hero!” You smiled taking
it from him, “It’s like you knew I needed a pick me up.”
“There’s lunch involved in
this visit if you have time.” He sat
down next to you as you took a sip.
“Oh I wish I could.” You
pouted holding the cup in your hands, “We a have a few shows coming up. One I
have to travel for and my string section is struggling since our soloist got in
a car accident because a pack of gorillas got loose.”
His eyebrows shot up trying
to act surprised. He remembered the attack on the city, but it seemed so long
“Yeah…” You made a face, “I’m
not sure I believe the official statement that the zoo’s transport crashed
outside the city either, but Flash and Kid Flash apparently swooped in and
saved the day, so all is well.”
“All is well…” He repeated
slowly his face falling briefly, “Anyways…so no lunch…”
“No lunch.” You smirked a
little scooting closer to him, “But…I can promise a dinner date that you will
“Oh yeah?” He smiled reaching
up cupping your face with his hand.
You smiled kissing him. He
loved the way your eyes squinted when you did that, “Oh yes…meet me at the
park? Say seven?”
“Yes.” He nodded resting his
forehead against yours, “Most definitely yes.”
“Now shoo. You’re too
distracting.” You winked at him.
He stood up stretching, “I
suppose I could get some work done. I do have a few small projects.”
“Good, that means when I get
done with this we will have more time together.” You smiled at him eyes
twinkling, “Less projects for you means more time with me.”
“I like the sound of that.”
He leaned down pecking your cheek quickly, “I’ll see you at seven.”
The day’s events went just as
he planned. Wally was right where he wanted him. Soon he’d go and release
Savitar sending his past self on the path he needed to begin to truly destroy Barry.
He took a deep breath shaking
off his past preparing for his future. He stopped to get some flowers across
the street from the park. He turned a smile on his face and a spring in his
step. Tonight, was going to be a good night.
He walked toward the bench
were you first approached him. He paused seeing you sitting there, knees pulled
to your chest, face buried in your arms. The flowers dropped from his hands.
As they hit the ground he was
at your side, “Y/N…”
You felt his hands take hold
of you as you looked up at him tears falling down your face, “Allen…”
“What happened?” Concern
rippled over his features as he took your face into his hands.
“My dad…” You shut your eyes
tightly big tears falling against his palms, “M..my dad…”
“Oh god…” He pulled you to
his chest holding you tightly. He knew this pain too well. He didn’t know how
long he held you on that bench and it didn’t matter.
Eventually, he brought you
home. He’d gotten you to eat a little then put you to bed. Now he was on the
phone with your brother Scott, “She’s resting…if there’s anything you need just
let me know. I want to help.”
He scratched the back of his
head as Scott took a deep breath, “I…I appreciate it. I think if you could just
stay with her…I’ll…I’ll try to get everything…”
“Scott…” He interrupted him
swallowing, “I know…what it’s like and you shouldn’t be doing this alone. Is
there anything at all I can do? Anyone I can call?”
“I…my girlfriend is on her
way.” Scott told him going silent, “I just…he was dad.”
“I know.” Barry nodded, “I
know…the loss will never go away…but does get better over time. Just give me a
call, I’ll be at Y/N’s. For anything, I mean it.”
He hung up the phone putting
it back on the hook before he turned seeing you on the stairs, “Hey…”
You sniffed wiping a hand
under your eyes, “Hey…”
“Do you need anything?” He
asked taking a few steps toward you.
You shut your eyes shaking
your head, “No…”
He reached up taking your
hand, “You sure?”
“No…” You voice quivered as
you teared up again. He guided you down the stairs into his arms, “I don’t know
how to do this…”
He rubbed your back as you
leaned your head on your shoulder, “No one ever does.”
He picked you up easily
carrying you over to the couch. He sat down holding you on his lap. He could
only be there for you.
“You know…” He glanced down
at you seeing your eyes were closed as you spoke, “I…don’t think I could do
this without you.”
“You’re strong. You would’ve
managed.” He told you surprised when you opened your eyes looking at him, “What?”
“I’ve never been strong.” You
whispered looking away, “Snarky maybe…but…not strong. I can’t snark this away.”
“Don’t say that.” You looked
back to him. He shook his head helping you sit up some, “Don’t ever say that. You
are so strong and brave. It took so much courage to talk to me that day. It took
so much strength to let me into your home, meet your family. To meet your dad,
who from all the stories he told me, is where you learned to be strong.”
You felt yourself beginning to
cry again as he went on, “So don’t ever say that you’re not strong because you
are a woman who has loss a parent. You’re a daughter, who dealt with a parent
deciding to leave instead of raising them. You get up every day and provide for
yourself, that alone makes you strong. You-”
Your lips crashing down on
his made him stop. He pulled away looking at your face smiling a little, “Thank
you. Thank you for caring.”
He smiled nodding, “Of
course, I care about you, Y/N. You make me a better person.”
His heart fluttered in his
chest as you settled against, “I love you, Allen.”
mouth hung open a little unable to answer. For once…he couldn’t keep up with
his thoughts…they were too fast.
Klaroline prompt with travelling + bed sharing + happiness. Something super fluffy and also smutty. Pretty please. :)
“You totally planed this, didn’t you?” Caroline asked with a resigned
sigh as her head hit the pillow. She was trying her best to ignore the fact
that she was now lying in the same bed as Klaus Mikaelson.
“If I planned for our flight to be cancelled and the only hotel be so
packed that there was only one room left, and then hoped for you not to choose
to compel your own room only so I could share your bed tonight? Yes, most
definitely, love,” he said sarcastically, but she squinted her eyes at him
anyway. She wouldn’t really put it past him.
They were currently stranded in a small town near Montevideo, trying to
get to Santiago, since they’d heard rumors about a witch that could help them.
Well, help him, really, but she’d
gotten so involved in his quest to get back to his daughter that she kind of
felt like that victory would be hers as well. She needed to see this through.
Caroline wouldn’t, couldn’t abandon him – though at least 87% of that
sentiment was because he was in dire need of having someone call him out on his
bullshit and she was more than happy to do it, since a) she was one of the few
people who could do it without being killed and b) it was fun. It had
absolutely nothing to do with wanting to spend time with him or because she’d
missed him or something.
“You know, I never imagined this would be the way my first time sharing
a bed with you would go,” Klaus said after a moment of silence, “I always
imagined it would involve more pleasant activities.”
She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I really don’t want to hear your
fantasies about me in a bed.”
He arched his brows at her, obviously taking that as challenge. Caroline
tried to prepare herself to keep her composure during what would come next.