First of all, welcome back! We missed u!â Could you may please write a blurb where the weather has being pretty dry and reader's allergies come in full strenght making her nose bleed and it happens so unexpectedly (like... they're at home or at his parents... idk) that scares the shit out of Tom?
wait this request is actually so cute :0 also i apologise if this sucks! i havenât written in like two years.
Allergy season, also known as the worst time of the year. Of course there were positives such as blossoming trees and flowers and the sound of birds singing their beautiful songs that you and Tom loved listening to when waking up in the early hours of the day.
The pair of you laid in bed together, ur head leaning against his bare chest while he ran his fingers up and down your shoulder and back. Your eyes were closed but you could feel the light from the rays of sun beaming onto your facial features.
âY/N.â Tom mumbled. You hummed back a response and you could feel his body shift so he could look down at your sleepy figure. âThe weather is amazing today, how about we go for a walk down by the river?â
âYeah, sure.â you responded before stretching, your joints clicking loudly as you were finally beginning to wake up
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Tom met you outside, smiling when he saw you in a summer dress for the first time in a year. He took your hand and you both talked about what you wanted to do for the rest of the day and whatnot. Eventually you stumbled upon the riverbank which was surrounded with flowers and freshly cut grass.
At first your allergies started off calmly with the occasional sniffle and sneeze here and there, but it gradually got worse once you approached an open field. You both sat down to appreciate the weather and you listened to your boyfriend rambling about something eventful that happened at work the other day.
Through watering eyes, you tried to keep a smile on your face but the pollen was too overwhelming to the point that your eyes were red and swollen, tears streaming down your face.
Tom looked up with confusion in his expression
âY/N, are you okay?â he asked
âYeah,â you said calmly while wiping your running nose with the back of your hand âjust allergies. Nothing serious, you can continue with your story.â
His eyebrow flickered up for a second but he attempted to continue his story, anyway like you had said. However, he was shortly interrupted by a round of sneezes.
âIâm really sorry.â you giggled nervously âI didnât think Iâd react so badly.â you sneezed once more and you felt a rushing down your nose canal.
Your fingertip grazed under your nostril and you saw that it was coated with a bright red fluid - blood. Looking up at Tom, you saw shock, fear and concern all merged into one expression.
âShit, darling... uh your nose is bleeding.â he began to panic and he looked around in his pockets to see if he brought a tissue with him to clean up the mess.
The way he was searching around desperately made you chuckle as you held your nose and leaned your head back.
âMaybe we should head back home.â He said, standing up and grabbing your hand to pull you up with him. His hand wrapped around your waist as he anxiously looked at you while leading you away from the field and back home.
Your relationship with Tom was relatively new, so he had never been prepared for this sort of thing but telling by your calm state, he could tell that this was a frequent experience when Spring came around.
âUm, how do I help you?â Tom sat you down at the dining table and looked through the freezer to look for ice.
âTom, I donât need ice. Iâm just gonna let the nose bleed pass.â You said as you stared up at the ceiling, still covering your nose with your index finger and thumb âHowever, a tissue would be handy.â
âRight!â He exclaimed, âsorry Iâm not sure why i didnât think of that.â He passed you a folded piece of kitchen tissue and sat beside you as he watched your movements while resting a hand in your exposed thigh.
âAre you feeling okay now? Iâm sorry for taking you there.â Tom said with a hint of guilt in his tone.
You should your head and looked at him with a smile on your stained lips.
âItâs okay I should have told you.â
âNext time weâre going to the beach, or something.â
âOr something.â you repeated with a breathy laugh as you leant on his shoulder.
i have 0 idea if anyone is gonna see this because itâs been so long since i last posted on here. i just wanted to see how my mutuals and faves are! i hope life is treating you all well!
Warnings: fluff at the end (is that even a warning)Â
Authors note: hey babies, Iâm so happy with the responses that Iâve been getting from the first chapter of this series! Thank you all for the support and I hope you enjoy this chapter (Iâm sorry if this is a boring chapter but I promise itâll get better).
You stared at the large cathedral that seemed to be abandoned. It was an obsidian black with large stained windows. Swallowing, you felt the carriage slow down. The carriage you were in stood out from the other carriages that varied in colours of black, yours being a pearl white with gold accents. It seemed like you were in a black and white movie due to the lack of colour. There were women and men in reds, emerald greens, blacks, smiling and talking with one another, making you feel less unsettled than you already were.Â
You were graciously helped out of the carriage by two of your soldiers, dressed more formally than usual. Your dress draped over the stairs as you climbed out, holding onto their hands. In your head you were telling yourself over and over again how much you missed Angela and how you wished she was there with you. The fact that you had a total of four soldiers surrounding you like high-end security caught the publicâs attention. There were guests entering the cathedral and civilians behind barriers, waiting for their new king to be revealed.
As you held your breath, you walked in and admired the decorations. It was a dimly lit venue with large chandeliers and candles flickering. âYour highness, you must be Y/N Y/L/N.â A man quickly rushed up to you before bowing. You nodded and smiled as politely as you could. The first thing you noticed about him were his azure eyes that stood out from the rest of his features. âYou look astonishing.â He grinned at you as he admired your dress. it was a long, black sheer dress with roses decorated at the hem of the dress and on the top half around your chest. To top it off, a crown with deep red rubies sat on your head, signifying that you were royalty.Â
âThank you.â You smiled.Â
âOh! I apologise, I forgot to address myself. My name is Harrison Osterfield, but Harrison is fine.â He said nervously. You could sense that he felt guilty. âIâm Tomâs second in command.âÂ
âDonât apologise, Harrison, you must be quite stressed.â You smiled at him before remembering the invite that was sent to you, the initials at the bottom being H.O. âSo, youâre the H.O that sent out the invitation?â
He nodded, clearly proud of himself, âThatâs me.â Another man approached him and whispered in his ear, Harrisonâs eyes widening. âRight, I apologise for leaving so abruptly, but the ceremony is going to start shortly and I have to help Tom.âÂ
âThatâs understandable. It was lovely meeting you, Mr Osterfield.âÂ
âYou too, your highness. I hope to see you at the ball tonight?â He asked, his eyebrow raised. You nodded and he smiled before leaving quickly. You were escorted to the front row of seats where your name was graciously written on the seat. Shortly after, the ceremony began and the doors opened, revealing who you suspected to be Thomas. He walked proudly with a long black mantle draped around his shoulders, the horns on top of his head matching with it. The cathedral was silent as they watched him walk down the aisle before getting to the front.Â
As Thomas swore a coronation oath, you took in all of his features. From what you could see, his hair was a soft curly brown, shoulders broad and a tall frame. He had a petite nose with a strong jawline. Had he changed drastically since you last saw him? However, you couldnât tell due to the angle. You watched as a crown was slowly placed on his head before the guests began to clap for him. Your heart fluttered when you remembered your coronation, your friends and family cheering for you and remembering the happiness you felt once being pronounced the queen.Â
He turned around with a grin and you couldnât help but smile and clap as well. His eyes flickered over to you for a second but you werenât sure if he recognised you.Â
...
âYou came!â You heard a familiar voice appear from behind you, making you almost choke on your champagne. Turning around you saw Harrison beaming.Â
âI said I would.â You chuckled.Â
He squinted his eyes slightly before sipping from the glass in his hands. âYou didnât seem sure.â You laughed as you looked around the ballroom that was filled with hundreds of people.Â
âThereâs a lot of people here.âÂ
âYeah, Tom knows a lot of people.â Harrison shrugs. âSpeaking of which...â You both looked up and saw him walking down the large red carpeted stairs, waving at the guests. He was wearing a different suit, this time in burgundy. Everyone applauded him.Â
You noticed that he had definitely changed from when you last saw him, which was years ago. He seemed to be much more mature with prominent features. Despite being the devil himself, he had angelic eyes. âIâm assuming you have met before?â Harrison asked.Â
âOh, yeah. But that was years ago.â You kept your eyes on Tom as you watched him walk over to some people and chat to them. You looked back at Harrison before sipping champagne. âWe were young then. Very young.â
âHow did you guys know each other? I donât want to be disrespectful, but itâs just peculiar since youâre both rulers of two ends of a spectrum. Youâre... an angel and heâs a demon.â Harrison asked.Â
âThrough our parents. Our mothers were great friends as well as our fathers, but there was a dispute between our dadâs and then the relationship between heaven and hell was crushed. We stopped associating with them and being friendly and since then I havenât seem Tom.â You sighed, twisting your face slightly.Â
âCome on, let me introduce you both again.â He took you by the hand and you laughed, shaking your head.Â
âHarrison! Oh, god. I donât want to interrupt him, heâs-âÂ
âY/N, donât be shy, Iâm sure heâll be delighted to see you again.â He laughed as well as you tried to struggle.Â
âYouâre much stronger than I had anticipated.â You grunted as you tried to pull away.Â
âThe more you pull, the more of a fool youâre going to make of yourself, your highness.â Hex smirked. You gave in and just accepted your fate as you approached Tom. âTom, mate.âÂ
Tom laughed and smiled with his friends before excusing himself and walking over to Harrison. âWhat, you dickhe-âÂ
Harrison coughed and looked over his shoulder, presenting a timid Y/N. Your wings were lowered slightly and not as prominent as you were expecting.Â
âI-... Y/N?âÂ
You blinked a couple of times. âThomas.â His Adamâs apple bobbed as he gulped before taking your hand and kissing it softly. You could sense that he was just as nervous as you.Â
âGod, I havenât seen you in a long time.â You tried to lighten the tense conversation. He nodded and smiled at you.Â
âYouâve changed a lot-âÂ
âIâll leave you guys to it.â Harrison said before rushing away into the crowd. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and looked up at Tom again.Â
âSo have you, Thomas.â You chuckled at him. For a second there was a glint in his eye as he beamed at you.Â
âYou look amazing.â He said. âShall we go on a walk?â He extended his arm but you pretended not to notice as you didnât want to make any assumptions. You nodded and walked beside him, following him to one of the exits. He let you walk through first before rushing beside you again.Â
You breathed in the surprisingly fresh evening air. âIt feels like an eternity since weâve been next to each other.âÂ
Tom agreed, watching you look up at the stars.Â
âI didnât realise that there would be so many stars in Hell. I thought that was only a thing in Heaven.â You stated, your lips slightly parted with wonder as you admired the twinkling lights, the sun had almost finished setting as it painted the sky with oranges and purples.Â
Hell was beautiful.Â
âYou have much to learn, Y/N. Maybe you should come down here more often...âÂ
You looked back down at him slowly with a smirk which faded quickly.Â
âDo you think that we should go back to how things were between Heaven and Hell? You know, with peace between them both.â You questioned. âI just feel like we shouldnât follow in our fatherâs footsteps with their mistakes.âÂ
âIf thatâs what you wish.â Tom nodded. Your hands brushed for a second and your heart stopped, thoughts racing into your head which were quickly stopped once you noticed the rose garden. Your eyes widened as you saw the assortment of red roses in bushes. It was a small maze that the pair of you walked through as you spoke about many things until you got the middle.Â
There was a bench with a canopy of roses above it where youâd sit. Tom took your hand and lead you there, the pair of you sitting in silence for a minute. âLook at us.â He said quietly.Â
âHm?â You hummed.Â
âBoth of us finally considered as royals after hundreds of years. Weâre both finally with one another after an eternity of separation, crowns on our heads.â You looked at him and then his shoulder, leaning ever so slightly until your head was leaning on him. His breathing stopped for a second but his shoulders relaxed.Â
âWhen will I see you again?â he murmured.Â
âSoon, your highness.â You emphasised the name. He chuckled quietly before leaning on your head.
Authorâs note: I decided to treat all of you sweetheartâs to a short series with Koh!Tom using my last remaining and motivated braincell. I also apologise for how short this chapter is :)
Like every person knew, heaven and hell were two contrasting places. When thinking about heaven, youâd be reminded of whispy feathers constantly falling from the sky, museums with waterfalls gushing and gold accents on the wall, angels roaming around for eternity with vast wings on their back, and shining pearls that would sit on the queenâs head. You, in this instance, were the queen with pearls on her head.
Your breath was shaky as you picked up one of the many glass perfume bottles that sat on your vanity. The scent sprayed on your neck, covering you in your familiar scent. Admiring yourself in the mirror, you gripped the edges of the flowing white dress that dragged along the floor. The stereotypical angelic dress you would think of as soon as the thought of heaven occurred.
You were interrupted of your busy thoughts by a knock on the door. Eyebrows furrowed, you opened it and saw your second in command, Angela, staring with wide eyes like a deer in headlights.
âGood heavenâs, is everything alright? You look pale.â Your wings lowered with concern.
âI-⌠your majesty, thereâs been a letter sent for you.â
You blinked a couple times, pulling the loose shoulder strap of your dress back onto your shoulder.
Authorâs note: I decided to treat all of you sweetheartâs to a short series with Koh!Tom using my last remaining and motivated braincell. I also apologise for how short this chapter is :)
Like every person knew, heaven and hell were two contrasting places. When thinking about heaven, youâd be reminded of whispy feathers constantly falling from the sky, museums with waterfalls gushing and gold accents on the wall, angels roaming around for eternity with vast wings on their back, and shining pearls that would sit on the queenâs head. You, in this instance, were the queen with pearls on her head.
Your breath was shaky as you picked up one of the many glass perfume bottles that sat on your vanity. The scent sprayed on your neck, covering you in your familiar scent. Admiring yourself in the mirror, you gripped the edges of the flowing white dress that dragged along the floor. The stereotypical angelic dress you would think of as soon as the thought of heaven occurred.
You were interrupted of your busy thoughts by a knock on the door. Eyebrows furrowed, you opened it and saw your second in command, Angela, staring with wide eyes like a deer in headlights.
âGood heavenâs, is everything alright? You look pale.â Your wings lowered with concern.
âI-... your majesty, thereâs been a letter sent for you.â
You blinked a couple times, pulling the loose shoulder strap of your dress back onto your shoulder.
âWhatâs the problem with it?â
âItâs from Hell.â
Expression softening for a second, your eyes squinted before storming out of your bedroom. âWhereâs the letter?â
âIn your throne room.â She replied hastily. You gnawed are your bottom lip as thoughts came rushing into your head. You hadnât received a letter specifically from hell since your dad was the King, and that was centuries ago. You had absolutely no idea as to what to do in this situation but you couldnât react in order to prevent panic.
The guards opened the golden doors to the throne room immediately and you thanked them with a smile.
âYour majesty.â The maid with the letter curtsied before handing you the black envelop.
Your majesty, Y/N Y/L/N - written in a cursive golden font.
âAngela, Iâd like to be alone for a minute.â You smiled weakly at her and she nodded before escorting the maid out of the room. The doors closed and you sighed quietly as you sat on the white silk throne, letter in your lap. It was the one thing that stood out in the white and golden room. Charcoal black.
You wanted to throw it in the fire, burn it, destroy it, pretend it had never been sent. You didnât personally know the king of hell but your father surprisingly knew him very well and you knew that heâd send countless letters until he received something in return.
There was hesitation and lip biting before you finally opened the fold of the envelope. The letter was also black with the familiar gold cursive writing that was on the envelope.
To the heiress of heaven, Y/N,
You have been cordially invited to the coronation of the heir to the new throne, Thomas Stanley Holland, on the 10th of January.
You have been invited to both the ceremony and the ball so please dress accordingly.
The future king hopes to see you there.
Sincerely,
H.O
You folded the letter with parted lips out of shock. For once you had received a letter from hell that wasnât declaring war but an invitation to Thomasâ coronation. Thomas. Apart from the fact he was supposed to be the King of Hell, his name sounded familiar.
Flashbacks to centuries ago flashed in your head repeatedly, remembering your own coronation and there he stood in the first few rows of seats and watching as you kneeled to accept the gold and white pearl crown your mother once wore upon her head.
You remembered when you were even younger and you would wait at the gates of heaven for him. His happy and toothy grin when heâd run up to the gates. Your hands would grip onto the golden bars but he couldnât touch it as his hands burned, leaving a red mark on one of his hands. The pair of you would secretly meet at the gates at such a young age until conflict occurred between your fathers.
You summoned Angela back into the room who had her usual wide eyed but confident expression.
âWhatâs the news? Did they declare war.â
You shook your head and swallowed. âUh, n-no not exactly.â Handing her the invite, you tucked a strand of curled hair behind your ear âIâve been invited to Tomâs... coronation.â
âAnd youâre willing to go?â She responded slowly she said as she scanned through the letter. Sighing, you nodded and tapped your manicured nails on the arm rest of your throne.
âI suppose so. I feel like if I donât go thereâll be some sort of conflict or things will become hostile between us.â You shrugged your shoulders wondering how bad it could possibly be.
âWhoâs H.O?â Angela asked with a raised eyebrow. You were just as unsure as her.
âNo idea. Maybe Tomâs brother? But they donât have the same last initial and I donât remember him ever having a brother.â You rubbed your neck.
Angelaâs eyes flicked back to the invite before tucking it back into the black envelope, âI guess Iâll draft your letter in respon-â
âNo,â you interrupted âno, I think I should do it myself.â
âAs you wish, your majesty.â She smiled at you and you returned it before adjusting your crown and wondering how to respond to the king.
a flooffy you just woke up morning and tom is smiling down at you uwu
Today was one of those days where everything felt right. The sun was shining down on you and Tom perfectly, making your best features stand out. The white curtains that hung by your windows practically glowed, the room was a comfortable warm temperature, your head was rested in the perfect position. It was just perfect.
Your eyes fluttered open delicately, your vision becoming clear. There were a couple feathers floating around the room from the pillows on the floor. Eventually you looked up at Tom where he had the biggest grin on his face, his eyes wide.
âMorninâ.â He whispered as he brushed your hair away from your face.
âHi.â You replied with a smile before stretching and groaning.
âSleep okay?â
You nodded in response and turned on your side so you were facing him. His eyes were a cheerful brown as the sun gleamed on his face.
âAre you okay?â You asked, one had sliding onto his shoulder and tracing over his biceps. He nodded.
âYeah, I just love admiring you.â
You blushed lightly before leaning up and kissing his lips softly.
Hey can I request Mob!Tom Holland X reader where the reader is artsy (she like drawing and painting alot) and he thinks it's Hella cute .... I hope u have a good rest off college đđđ
Iâve literally been painting a picture of Venice for the past 3 consecutive days pls help but also this is so cute. Also thank you! đ sorry if this is so bad I havenât written in what feels like forever :â(
Your weekend usually consisted of you and Tom cuddling before leading to some passionate sex, you making an extravagant breakfast and then him going to work in his office, located at the top floor of your house.
âThank you for the breakfast, angel. It tasted like it was cooked by the gods.â He kissed your cheek before placing it in the dish washer.
âIâm assuming youâre off to work?â Your eyes fluttered open. He nodded sadly, wishing he could spend his Saturday in bed with you.
âBut, Iâm taking you out tonight. So look your best, pretty girl.â He winked before pressing a kiss on your forehead and leaving the kitchen. You sighed gladly and then headed upstairs to the room designed specifically for you to do art.
Today you were continuing the painting of Venice you started two months ago and attempted to abandon. But after spending several weeks eyeing it in the corner of the room, you placed it on the stand and slid the brush on your ear. Your bottom lip was chewed as you examined the painting before dipping the brush in the light shade of blue, decorating the sky.
Three hours passed, which felt like half an hour, and there was a soft knock on the door. You hummed, signalling that they could come in. Tomâs head peaked around the corner of the door woth a sheepish smile. He looked around the room and noticed paintings on different sized posters, large portraits of food and people and him.
âWow, love, youâve really increased your collection of art huh?â He smiled as he fully walked in. You placed the brush down and stretched, your back clicking.
âEh itâs nothing.â
âI find it adorable how dedicated you are, my love.â You wrapped your arms around his neck woth a grin.
âSeriously?â You questioned.
He nodded, certain. âOf course, I think it belongs in a bloody museum.â
Blushing lightly, you looked at his eyes and then lips. Tom got the message and leaned down to kiss you.
âYou wanna know the prettiest artwork on this room?â
do u still have all ur past requests cause I think I sent some in I was just wondering if u are going to do those or just take new ones only
What did you request? Because Iâm starting to go through my REALLY old requests that I never had motivation for and I donât want to delete anything you wanted me to write.
