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cablesscutie · 4 years ago

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Inspired by @hayleynfoster’s comic and some hilarious headcannons about the littlest steambaby with Hayley and @favlie

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The day Avatar Aang comes to meet his second niece, Fire Lord Zuko refuses to let his youngest child out of sight. Katara rolls her eyes, and reminds her husband that neither of their children had ended up psychologically disturbed because of their flights. “Not,” she adds, pointing at Aang, “that I am allowing a repeat, but I think just holding her while firmly on the ground will be fine.”

“Mmmm,” Zuko hesitates, curling Kallik closer to his chest. Her big eyes blink up at the adults guileless from her blanket. “No.”

“You let Azula hold her!” Aang argues.

“She doesn’t do anything with the babies!” Zuko shoots back. It’s not strictly true, he knows, but his sister’s ritual with newborns is unsettling in a much different way. She simply stares deep into each child’s eyes upon being handed them, until some kind of understanding passes between her and the baby. Results have varied, but the most important part is that there was no threat to life and limb.

Katara’s raised eyebrow says that she also doesn’t believe Zuko’s words, but she doesn’t say anything. They are, after all, a united front - to the children, to politicians, to their friends. In the privacy of their chambers, however, he knows he will be hearing about this.

Katara and Zuko take the kids to spend Kallik’s first birthday at the South Pole. It’s a tradition they’ve observed with all three, and Zuko always looks forward to going to visit her family. The house is loud and chaotic, full to bursting with people, the exact opposite of his own lonely childhood. There is no posturing, and everyone loves and squabbles openly. On this particular visit, they have overlapped with Aang’s stay with Sokka and Suki, so Gran-Gran’s house is in even more of an uproar than usual by the time Zuko and Katara arrive.

Kya immediately dashes off to coo over her little cousins as they toddle around behind Pakku, pretending to be otter penguins. Satoshi runs to the kitchen to be showered in kisses and cookies from Gran-Gran. Hakoda finds them barely out of their parkas and already thoroughly abandoned.

“I could’ve sworn you had at least one other child,” he tells Katara, scratching his head as he pretends to search for his missing grandchildren. She laughs and hugs her father tight. Neither of them let go for long moments, and Zuko’s throat feels tight when he notices his father-in-law’s misty eyes. He looks down at Kallik, thinks of his other two children, and wonders for the thousandth time how Hakoda could ever forgive him for keeping Katara so far away. It’s why he hands his daughter over easily when her grandfather waggles his fingers expectantly and says, “Alright, give her here.”

Hakoda settles Kallik on his hip with practiced ease, and pulls Zuko into a brief hug with his free arm. “Good to see you, son.”

Zuko clears his throat. “You too,” he says, and Katara laughs softly at his awkward shuffling, amused by how he doesn’t know what to do with his hands without a baby in his arms. She answers his question by lacing their fingers together as she leads him deeper into the house to find her brother and their friends seated around the hearth fire watching the kids run around.

Hugs are exchanged all around, and Zuko settles into their familiar company. Hakoda joins them after taking Kallik to say hello to Gran-Gran and Pakku, and bounces the baby on his knee to make her laugh. Aang makes silly faces at her that have her letting out piercing giggles and reaching out to try and grab at the wooden beads of his necklace.

“Well clearly she’s bored of me,” Hakoda says, making to hand her off to her uncle. “Here you go -” Zuko leans over and intercepts.

“Oh no. No baby catapult,” he says, shaking his head.

Aang gives him a pout to rival Momo. “Come on, we’re indoors!” Katara clears her throat, and when Zuko glances over, her eyes are narrowed at him. With a sigh, he holds Kallik out to Aang.

“Fine. But I’m watching you.”

Extended family vacations to Ember Island always sound like a good idea to Katara. At first. When her husband is burnt out and aching, and the kids are climbing the walls, and she just wants to lie in the sun with a book, it seems like the cure for everything.

And then they arrive. Somehow, much like she forgets the excruciating pain of childbirth, she never recalls the onslaught of chaos and catastrophe that comes every vacation. Like the time Sokka got stung by a jelly-ray. Or the time Suki and Zuko got in a fight about disciplining each other’s kids. Or the time every single one of the kids managed to get sunburnt and couldn’t sleep. Every year, it’s always something, and somehow, it usually ends up being at least partially her problem to solve.

This year, though, is somehow turning out alright. They reach day three without major incident, and almost entirely without tears - a near miracle for a vacation involving five children under the age of ten.

“I’m almost done with my first book already,” she tells Zuko as they rock slowly in a hammock on the deck, whispering in hopes of keeping any listening spirits from knowing that she’s gotten her hopes up.

“Good, you deserve the break,” Zuko says. He looks on the verge of sleep despite the fact that the sun is still climbing in the sky. The dark circles beneath his eyes are already faded almost to nothing. She sighs happily and grabs her book, but before she can actually crack it open, she hears Toph cackling and her Mom Senses light up. Zuko calls after her in surprise as she leaves the hammock swaying wildly behind her, but she doesn’t look back on her way to the beach.

When she arrives, it is just in time to see Toph pick up Kallik, a wicked smile on her face. Sokka and Suki’s twins are further down the beach standing beside Aang, both of them jumping up and down with excitement, waiting for something.

“Go long, Twinkle Toes!” Katara’s eyes go wide, and faster than should be possible, she reaches them, yanking Kallik out of Toph’s hands. “Hey!”

“Absolutely not!” Katara says, scowling.

“I was gonna catch her!” Aang shouts. Katara shakes her head.

“This is not happening. No way.” Then, silently lamenting the loss of quiet time with her husband, Katara looks at the twins and asks, “Who wants to go get some ice cream?

At Zuko’s request, his birthday is not a big deal with his family. It’s a combination of the fact that the entire Fire Nation loses its mind about the day anyway, so he is all but forced to spend a day attending a festival in his honor, and the fact that he is used to his birthday being a marker of all the disappointments he has been in the past year. It is a long-standing compromise with his wife that she is allowed to throw him a small, family-only party, to be kept within the bounds of the garden. He enjoys the excuse to get everyone together without a barrage of meetings involved, and the rest of their family is so boisterous in comparison to him, he can almost forget that the day has anything to do with him at all.

For his thirtieth birthday, he makes the further concession of allowing Uncle to set up his new phonograph so there could be dancing. Zuko is manning the crank, watching Katara and Kya swing each other around while Aang sits next to him, flipping through the records looking for the right song.

“Do you have a request too?” Zuko hears him ask, and turns to see Kallik has toddled away from Uncle Iroh and approached the Avatar. She puts her hands on his knees and starts bouncing, flashing him a smile that shows all of her new teeth. “You want upsies?” Aang coos, and reaches to scoop her up by the armpits. Zuko clears his throat loudly, shooting Aang his best murder eyes, and the Avatar shrinks back into the collar of his robes a little. “What about dance party?” He lets Kallik grab onto his fingers and starts hopping around with her to the beat, hunched over and both of them giggling.

“Oh Uncle Aaaaang!” Kya sings, striding out into the garden where Appa has just landed. She has Kallik on her hip, and Satoshi follows along at her heels, excited to see Appa and Momo again. His pockets are already full of lychee nuts for his fuzzy friends.

“Hey guys!” Uncle Aang calls, his gangly arms waving excitedly. “Are you the welcoming committee now?” He lands in front of them on a gentle breeze, setting down his bag and grinning broadly.

“Mom and Dad are in a meeting,” Kya informs him. “But somebody wanted to go for a little flight.” She hitches the toddler higher and winks conspiratorially. “If you catch my drift.” Uncle Aang’s eyes go wide, and he looks between the kids with unease. Satoshi feels terror grip his throat. He knew his big sister was crazy, but would she really…?

“Oh I dunno, your Dad was pretty...adamant...that you all are grounded until further notice.” Satoshi lets out a sigh of relief.

“Dad’s in a meeting,” Kya reiterates, as though being in a meeting involves entering another dimension. She should know better, her brother thinks to himself. Mom and Dad always find out when they’re up to no good, and as the sibling who’s usually leading the charge into trouble, Kya should definitely have that figured out by now. Uncle Aang should absolutely know that by now, but with horor, Satoshi realizes that the Avatar is looking a little bit convinced. “And we’re not gonna tell on you,” she wheedles. Speak for yourself, Satoshi thinks, glancing around to see if there are any guards within earshot if he calls for their parents. Sadly, it seems nobody has realized that the Avatar requires careful supervision.

“Well…” Uncle Aang considers, then comes to his decision, smiling once again. “Alright, I guess one can’t hurt. Who’s going?”

Kya moves to offer Kallik to him, her tiny hands reaching out and making grabby motions. Satoshi’s world goes into slow-motion. There’s a roaring in his ears, and as if from outside his body, he hears his own voice say,

“I am.” Kya and Uncle Aang blink at him, stunned. Their uncle is the first to recover, and asks,

“Are you sure, kiddo? I mean, you weren’t the biggest fan when you were a baby…”

“I want to try again,” he makes himself say, despite his sweating palms. Uncle Aang grins and ruffles his hair.

“That’s the spirit! You get that from your dad.”

As his uncle’s hands grab him under the armpits, Satoshi hears Kya mutter, “It’s the self-sacrificing idiot gene,” and then he is gone. As he soars through the air, he wonders if maybe his body hasn’t even left the ground yet. He can’t feel anything. Maybe he just died of panic and this is just his soul taking off for the spirit world.

Then he reaches the height of his arc and starts plummeting back to Earth, and the sensation of all his internal organs rattling around asserts the fact that he is very much still alive and experiencing this. He closes his eyes before he gets anywhere close to the ground, so it comes as a surprise when he comes to a sudden stop, cradled briefly by robes smelling of hay and bison fur, before being deposited back on his feet.

“How’s the weather up there?” Uncle Aang asks him, patting him on the back. Satoshi doesn’t know what the weather was like. He doesn’t know anything except that solid ground beneath his feet may have replaced his mother’s hugs as his favorite feeling in the world. He meets Kya’s eyes, and sees from her horrified expression that he must look like as much of a husk of a child as he feels.

A quiet, affectless “Thank you,” is all that he can manage to say, and then he is wandering back into the palace, where he shoves his head into the nearest antique vase and screams.

“Psst.” A small sound behind him has Aang on alert. The Fire Nation Royal Palace hasn’t been a place of danger for years now, but with Toph and Sokka around, the probability of sneak attacks has risen a hundred fold. He doesn’t see anything though, and goes to turn back around, only to be caught by a surprisingly firm grip on his cape. About two feet below where he’d expected to find his assailant, Aang comes face to face with his youngest niece, Kallik. Her expression is the same determined furrow of the brow that Katara and Zuko have shared for so long it is impossible to tell which parent bestowed the trait on her. It has the eerie effect of summoning the terrifying force that is their combined will. Aang already knows that whatever she wants from him, he’s going to cave, and it will probably get him in trouble. “I hear you’re in the business of yeeting kids. I want in.”

Aang sighs. Zuko has been trying to prevent this day since the moment Aang met Kallik, and Kallik has been trying to evade her father’s overprotective tendencies since the moment of her existence. It is a battle Katara has elected not to fight, likely remembering her own impossible stubbornness and the futility of trying to stand against it. So it is with all of that knowledge that he says, “Okay.”

“Flameo!” Kallik cheers, punching at the air.

“Well ‘flameo’ was actually more of a greeting -”

“Let’s save the fun facts. I wanna fly.” With a creeping sense of dread, Aang follows the child pulling him along by the cape until they reach a courtyard. Kallik turns to face him, plants her feet, and rubs her palms together. “Alright,” she says, spreading her arms wide. “I’m ready.”

“Here we go...I guess,” Aang says, glancing over his shoulder as he reaches out to scoop her up by the armpits. The coast is clear, so he swings her around in circles a couple of times to get ready. As his niece starts to giggle, the garden blurs, and wind ruffles his robes, Aang feels the giddy anticipation of liftoff.

He hoists Kallik, up, up, up.

And then her momentum carries her out of his hands, and the wind that has built up around them propels her even higher. Her already small body shrinks until she looks more like the shadow of a bird in the night sky, clearing the palace roofs. A happy shriek pierces the air. Aang smiles, feeling her wonder as if it is his own. This is always the best part of someone’s first flight - witnessing them discover the wind anew - and while taking Air Acolytes to glide at the Northern Air Temple is fun, nothing compares to sharing this part of his culture with his nieces and nephews.

Kallik tumbles back into his arms, eyes wide with wonder, ecstatic grin plastered across her face. “Again!” she cries, the moment breath rushes back to her.

Aang laughs and holds her on his hip. As he always does, he asks, “How’s the weather up there?”

“The moon is huge! And I could see the whole city! And the ocean!” Kallik’s pudgy hands move in broad, sweeping gestures so similar to her mother’s bending as she speaks. He still remembers Katara’s delighted gasp the first time she flew, Toph’s bruising grip, Zuko’s shocked laugh. This moment, too, will be another piece of the Air Nomad legacy living on.

As Aang tosses Kallik yet again, Katara finds Zuko leaning against a pillar at the edge of the courtyard, watching. She approaches her husband, curious to find that he isn’t having a coronary at the sight of their daughter in freefall, and takes hold of his arm.

“You gonna yell at him?” she asks, feigning nonchalance. He doesn’t look away from them, but he is smiling, serene.

“Eh, she seems fine.”

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etoileholland · 4 years ago

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I can’t hide you from it all

Anonymous asked: Hey can you do a dad!tom imagine where Tom and y/n go out on a date night and Tom’s brothers and Harrison have to watch over their 3 year old son. And he ends up getting hurt. And Tom gets a bit upset at his brothers.

Pairing: Dad!Tom x female reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warning: a trip to the urgent care but there’s no mentions of anything bad I promise.

A/N: Thank you for sending in this request! Requests/prompts are always open, and if you want to be added to the taglist please let me know!

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“Tom, will you quit worrying? We are plenty capable of watching over your mini me.” Harrison got up from the couch, walking over to Tom where he was straightening his tie.

“I know that but try telling my wife that, she worries too much. It’s been forever since we both went on a date and we haven’t left Charlie alone in a long time.” He fastened his cuff links and straightened his collar. He looked in the mirror one last time before hollering, “Love we cannot be late, come on!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming, give me a minute.” You emerged from the stairwell in a form fitting maroon dress, holding your three year old son Charlie who rested gently on your hip.

“Damn Tom, you won the ‘I’m married to the hottest woman alive’ lottery.” Harry remarked while the boys looked you up and down, mouths gaped wide. You began to blush when you noticed their stares, and kissed your son Charlie on the top of the head.

“I love you, baby boy” You whispered as you squeezed his cheeks.

“I love you too mummy.” He whispered as you walked over to Tom so he could tell his son goodnight.

“I love you darling, you’ll have so much fun with your uncles tonight.” He ruffled the toddler’s hair as he let out a giggle.

“Love you too daddy, bye.” He waved sadly, holding out his arms to hug Tom. He held his son close, peppering kisses on the little boys cheeks. He then looked down at his watch, and quickly passed his son over to Sam.

“I trust you the most, watch over him okay?” Tom whispered into his ear as he laughed.

“Don’t worry, he’ll be fine. He’s safe with us.” Sam said as he grabbed Charlie’s arm and gently waved it. They stood at the door as you got into the car and drove off.

“Honestly your mum and dad worry too much, you’ll be just fine.” Sam cooed as his nephew looked at him curiously.

“Movies please!” Charlie exclaimed as he squirmed in Sam’s arms.

“As you wish, let’s watch some movies.”

—

While the twins were preparing tortellini for dinner, Harrison and Charlie were busy crafting a pillow fort. Charlie carefully stacked pillows, but an idea came over Harrison as he watched his nephew stack pillows. He grabbed one and gently smacked Charlie with it, which resulted in a fit of giggles.

“Pillow fight!” Harrison exclaimed as he used one pillow to shield himself against the toddler, and the other arm swung around in an attempt to win the battle.

In an effort to get away, Charlie climbed onto the couch and began to swing at Harrison. Since he’s considerably smaller than his uncle, his blows weren’t as effective. Harrison scrambled towards the toddler as Charlie climbed onto the armrest of the couch. He made the mistake of looking down as Harrison pounced towards him, but Charlie took a misstep and fell off the couch. What resulted next was a blood curdling scream.

“Oh my god little dude are you okay?” Harrison panted as he got up to see what happened. Sam and Harry ran into the room and were shocked to see the accident.

“Oh fuck, I can’t believe I did that.” Harrison remarked. He noticed that Charlie’s shoulder was definitely dislocated from the socket and Sam gagged.

Harry, the only calm one, knelt down to Charlie and began to comfort him. He held him as he wailed in pain, kissing his head like Tom usually does.

“We could try popping it back in.” Harry suggested, but when he raised his hand to Charlie’s shoulder he let out another scream. “Don’t touch!” He exclaimed, sobbing while he began to panic. “I want my mummy and daddy.”

“I don’t want them.” Harrison let out a snide remark as Harry shot him a dirty glare. “What are we supposed to do, call an ambulance?”

“No that’ll make a scene, let’s just drive to the urgent care.” Sam suggested. Harrison grabbed his car keys, picking up Charlie as he made his way to the door.

“Wait, what about dinner?” Harry asked as they remembered they were in the middle of preparing dinner.

“I don’t know but we can’t worry about that now. Someone go turn off the stove and get a pint of ice cream and a spoon, asap.” Harrison stated as Sam went to turn off the stove. Sam then emerged with the items that Harrison requested, and handed them to him.

“If I give you this for dinner, will you promise not to tell your mum and dad what happened?” Harrison lorded the ice cream over Charlie’s head as he grabbed at it with his good arm.

“Yes.” He stated giddily as Harrison handed him the pint.

“Good. Don’t be a snitch, but let’s leave immediately.” Harrison stated as they went outside to the car and made their way to the hospital.

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“Are you the parent or legal guardian of this child?” The nurse inquired, not looking up from her computer screen as she asked the boys the medical questions. Harrison held onto Charlie firmly while the twins were listening intently.

“Well not technically, but we are his uncles.” Harry answered as she typed something into the computer.

“I see.” She said unenthused. “Well then, where are the parents?”

“Date night.”

“Lucky them. Well the protocol is that we’ll have to call them and let them know what happened. But we will treat him and get him fixed up in no time.” The nurse said as she wrote something on his chart and scanned the paper for the emergency contacts.

“Okay but if Charlie’s parents, who are my brother and sister in law, find out, then they might just murder us. So, how much could we bribe you so that you won’t call them?” Sam pulled out his wallet from his pocket and rustled around for a twenty pound note.

“You did not just try to bribe a nurse.” She looked up at Sam disapprovingly as he waved the bill in front of her face.

“Oh, but I did. How about a twenty?”

After looking over her shoulder to make sure no one saw the transaction, she took the money from Sam’s hand, stuffing the note in her pocket before walking over to the nurse’s station. She picked up the phone, reading off a paper as she dailed a number before pausing. She waved at the boys and smirked, waiting for the recipient to answer. When they finally did, she said, “Mrs. Holland?” loud enough so they would clearly hear her. The boys looked in shock as they realised their ploy didn’t work, and they knew they were screwed.

—

“You know, I am the luckiest man alive. I have an extremely beautiful and wonderful wife, and an angel of a son. There’s nothing else I’d ever want in life.” Tom held onto your waist as you stood in the vacant parking lot of Giovanni’s ristorante. He leaned in, closing the gap between you two as he kissed you passionately, hands trailing down the small of your back.

This ristorante was significant to you both; this was where you had your first date, and when you got married you even had them cater the reception. When you needed some comfort from your hectic lives, you and Tom often went here to indulge and reminisce about your relationship.

“And I am the happiest woman alive. I have a very handsome and caring husband, and a beautiful baby boy. Life couldn’t get any better than this.” Tom lightly kissed your lips, pulling away to grab your hand as you made your way to the car.

You stopped in your tracks when you felt your phone ring, as you fished around inside your purse to locate it. You looked at the caller ID, and although you didn’t recognise it you answered anyway. The sounds of a hospital filled the background as the nurse addressed you. “Mrs. Holland?”

“Um yes, that is me.” Tom noticed the stern tone in your voice and leaned in so he could hear the call as well. He put both his arms around your waist and kissed the back of your neck.

“Are you the parent or legal guardian of Charlie Holland?”

“Yes, I am his mother.” You uttered out as you felt yourself becoming lightheaded.

“I regret to inform you that your son is in the urgent care with your husband’s brothers.” She stated flatly. You were thankful that Tom was holding onto you because if he wasn’t you would have collapsed.

“Oh my god.” You gasped, holding a hand to your gaping mouth. Tom missed some of what was said but judging by your reaction it was not good news.

“Is he alright?” Your lip quivered as you asked, and on the other end the nurse hesitated her response.

“Oh yeah he’s fine, he just dislocated his shoulder.” You let out a laugh as you realised that he wasn’t in critical condition like she made you believe he was.

“Well god,” you scoffed, “you didn’t have to be all dramatic and make it sound like he was in grave danger.” You remarked as Tom took the phone from you. He still held onto your waist tightly and you buried your face in his chest.

“Hi. It’s Tom, her husband and Charlie’s father. What hospital is he at?” He insisted and the nurse responded, “Lister Urgent Care.”

“Alright we’ll be there quickly.” He hung up and immediately embraced you, your arms wrapping around his torso firmly as he rubbed circles on your back.

“That nurse was downright terrible but our baby boy is okay. Please don’t panic darling.” He whispered. He led you to the car and even helped you with your seatbelt since you were flustered. On the car ride to the urgent care he held your hand tightly, reassuring you that everything would be alright.

After having the valet park the car, you both walked into the entrance of the urgent care and were escorted towards the door where the examination rooms were. The nurse pointed to the room that your son was in, which was room sixteen. You two briskly walked towards the room, but Tom stopped in his tracks a few doors down from the room.

“Remember darling, we have to be really strong and not show we’re scared so that our son in turn won’t be scared, okay?” He kissed the top of your hand, while you smiled weakly. “Of course love, let’s go.” You moseyed on over to exam room sixteen, bracing yourselves as you stepped in.

“Well so much for keeping him safe.” Tom remarked as he walked into the crowded examination room. He held your hand tight as you trailed in behind him. If looks could kill the boys would’ve been dead in a heartbeat.

“Tom, we can explain.” Harry stood up and put his arms up.

“We were having a safe pillow fight but then he fell off the couch and dislocated his shoulder. But he’s okay and still in one big piece.” Harrison hesitantly added. You disregarded what he said, walking over to your son and giving him a hug.

“Mummy careful.” He stated quietly as you hugged him a bit too tight.

“I’m sorry darling, are you okay?” You scanned his features as he nodded. “Mmhmm.”

You looked back at Harrison who was nervously shaking his leg, and said, “You should’ve been more careful. You’re way stronger than he is and you shouldn’t have been roughhousing with him.”

“My wife is right.” Tom interjected. “You guys were supposed to keep him safe.”

“I think we did a decent job.” Harry mumbled under his breath. You shot him a glare and he retracted into his seat.

“Decent is an overstatement.” You mumbled back.

“But he’s fine!” Harrison exclaimed, throwing his arms up as he stared at Tom.

“But what if he wasn’t? Huh?” Tom spat and saw the worry on his mates face. “It could’ve been a lot worse. He could’ve cracked his head open and needed stitches or he could’ve seriously broken a bone. It’s lucky that he only dislocated something, and even that isn’t good.” The boys remained silent as they looked down at the checkered hospital floor.

“Daddy I’m okay, I had fun.” Your son spoke as everyone turned their gaze to him. “I still love them.” He stated as he smiled at his uncles. He crawled up onto your lap and nuzzled his head to your chest.

Tom let out a sigh and tilted his head back, looking at the fluorescent ceiling lights. He looked at his son, and back at his brothers. “You’re lucky my kid still likes you, otherwise you would never watch over him again.”

“We’re aware Tom, we’re genuinely sorry.” They got up from their chairs in unison as they took a step closer to Tom. Tom walked closer to them, stopping a second, but Harrison grabbed his arm and pulled him into a tight hug. Harrison let out a sigh, and whispered, “I’m sorry I hurt your son, and I’m sorry I ruined your date night.” Tom patted Harrison’s back gently and added, “It’s okay mate, everything’s fine.”

“He’s not hurt too terribly and he’s still alive.” Tom laughed, stepping out of the embrace. “Do you forgive me?” Harrison pleaded, but before Tom could speak, he was interrupted. Their gaze averted to the entry way as the doctor walked in holding an arm sling.

“Charlie Holland, correct?” He motioned over to the toddler on the examination table. “That’s correct.” You replied.

“Good. Judging from his x-ray, his shoulder will be okay in about two weeks, and after that he’ll be prescribed physical therapy to make sure it heals properly. We don’t want him having problems with it later in life.” He stated as he lifted Charlie’s arm and put the sling on. Your son winced at the pain but you holding onto him made him feel better.

“Alright, he’s all set, have a nice night.” The doctor said matter of factly and hurried out of the room. Tom looked over at his son, who now sported an arm sling, and he looked back at his brothers and Harrison.

“I forgive you but don’t you dare do that again.” He pointed at the boys and they all crossed their hands over their hearts. “We won’t, promise.” They said in unison.

“Now come on little dude, let’s go home.” Harrison stated as he extended his hand out and Charlie grabbed onto it with his free hand. He gently helped the toddler get down from the examination table, and made sure he was okay. The family all walked out of the hospital as they made their way back to their respective cars.

“Daddy since I was terribly hurt, does that mean I get ice cream? Haz gave me cookie dough ice cream for dinner and I want more.” He grinned playfully and Harrison quickly put his hand over the small child’s mouth.

Tom shot Harrison a surprised glance while Harrison shrugged his shoulders. “Well you know what they say, ‘kids say the darnest things.’”

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animalkingdom-an0nymous · 5 years ago

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Cruel Summer

Disclaimer: No gifs or photos are mine unless stated otherwise.

Warning: It’s a smutty, filthy, NSFW Tom Holland AU and he just can’t seem to keep his hands off his best friend’s sister. No. Really. It’s a problem for both of them.

Subject: Tom X Y/N

"Why can't you watch the beach house, Jordan?" I asked my brother with my phone tucked between my ear and shoulder, wet dishes in between my palms.

"Because you live closer, you don't have a toddler running around, and you got out of doing it last time."

"Bringing JJ into this is low, even for you. Scumbag." I laughed, not serious in the slightest.

Jordan was two years younger than me but was probably more put together than I'd ever be. He ran his own construction company, had a beautiful wife, and had given me the greatest gift I'd ever known; my nephew, JJ.

Staying at the beach house was far from a hardship, but there was a storm coming and based on the news reports it was going to get ugly. Mom and dad wanted someone there to keep an eye on things and they were getting a bit too old to handle the responsibility of tending to the beach house on their own. I didn't blame them, and I didnt blame Jordan, he was right. I did live closer, but I was also looking forward to spending this weekend's storm curled up in bed watching old Audrey Hepburn movies and eating my weight in Pizzeria Regina. My phone was gonna be on airplane mode, absolutely no disturbances. Maybe a few orgasms, a little porn.

But even as I was scrubbing dishes and getting ready for my relaxing weekend, I knew I'd soon be packing a bag and getting in my car to head to the beach. Shit. “Fine. Fine. I’ll head out soon, but if this storm turns out to be nothing I am returning your birthday present and you’re responsible for mom and dad’s anniversary dinner.”

“If you really want to trust your dear brother in the kitchen then that’s your fault.”

I laughed, drying my hands with a towel before grabbing the phone. “Jordan, can you promise me one thing?”

“What’s that, Y/N?”

“Promise to give that kid the biggest kiss for me. Leila, too.”

“Thank you for not stealing him away!” My sister-in-law’s voice traveled through the phone like a song, her Japanese accent soft.

“Love you both. Stay safe tonight.”

“Text me when you get there.”

I ended the call, tossing my phone on the bed and quickly rummaging through my closet. Thunder rumbled in the distance and the tv could be heard faintly from the living room, alerting me to the weather report. Sixty mile per hour winds, flash floods, possibility of power outages, and a storm warning was already in effect.

I quickly yanked on a pair of denim shorts and an old UMass hoodie, the maroon material worn and comfortable, and definitely not mine. There may have been a storm rolling in but the summer air was thick with humidity, so all I grabbed as alternatives were a bathing suit, another pair of shorts, and a t-shirt, tucking the materials into my backpack along with my toothbrush and phone charger.

Within minutes I was packed and ready to go, pulling the hood over my head and catching the familiar scent of someone I hadn’t seen in a while. Or, maybe it was less of a scent and more of a memory. Shrugging it away, I locked the door and bounded to my car just as the first few drops of rain began to fall.

Music flowed through the speakers as I took back roads towards the coast, something tugging at my heart a bit as I thought of the last time I’d been at the beach house. My parents, Jordan, Leila, JJ.

Tom.

I rolled my shoulders, trying to relax as an old song came on.

Fuck this. I turned the radio down, alone with my thoughts. I hadn’t allowed myself to think about Tom since the last time I saw him, since I said too much. It wasn’t a hookup, it was nothing more than a conversation. Which was fine, Tom and I were friends. Sort of. Not really. He was my brother’s friend, his best friend. And that was it.

But that didn’t mean I wasn’t sitting there suddenly drowning in thoughts about our last encounter, both of us out on the back deck long after everyone had gone to sleep, the first real conversation we’d ever had in our adult lives. I hadn’t seen him in nearly two years when we were both still in college, Tom at UMass Amherst while I attended USC. He’d moved from London to the States with his family when he was thirteen, making fast friends with Jordan and becoming like a part of the family. He was around on holidays, weekends, he practically lived at our house during the summer. He would drink my orange juice and bother me while I tried to read. I’d known him when he was annoying and pimple faced, when he was an absolute dick to anyone who wasn’t JJ, when he was going off to college. Tom had been a major part of my childhood, my formative years.

He was also the biggest player I had ever met.

From an early age he knew that girls were drawn to the accent. He used it to his advantage, had girls hanging off his every word. I’d seen his social media, saw him shirtless on beaches with different girls, in clubs with different girls, in dorm rooms with different girls. I wasn’t jealous, but only because I’d known him for years. However, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious about the hype.

From the day I met him, I knew Tom Holland was trouble.

But that night, long after everyone had gone to sleep and we were two bottles of wine deep, something shifted. Maybe it was the topic of conversation, maybe it was the way the late June breeze wrapped around us, maybe it was the fucking wine. But something changed that night.

But that was two months ago.

We hadn’t spoken since.

I shook my head, telling myself to stay focused on the road, on the drive. I could still have the peaceful weekend I wanted, if only I could turn my brain off for just a bit.

I was pulling into the driveway of the beach house forty five minutes later and the rain was coming down in buckets. It was flying sideways, splashing against the car hard enough that I couldn’t see out the windshield. Thunder boomed overhead and it felt as though it was straight out of a movie.

I yanked my hood up once more and killed the engine, gripping my backpack and holding it against my chest as I looked at the house. The two story, wood shingled home was every bit the beach cottage. It was located right on a dead end, a path leading straight down to the beach.

The lights were off, the furniture on the porch scattered from the wind. I knew I’d have my work cut out for me if I needed to make sure everything was secure, so without thinking twice, I threw open the driver’s side door and jumped out, the broken shells in the driveway crunching under my sneakers. I made a beeline for the side door, running up the steps and throwing open the storm door as the wind howled around me, A regular thunderstorm was bad enough. A summer storm? It could leave the house flooded.

Unlocking the door, I threw myself inside and slammed it behind me, leaning back and catching my breath as the silent stillness of the house settled around me. Thanks to modern technology, I turned the central air on before I got there, so the air was cool against my bare legs.

I went through the motions and turned some lights on, made sure the basement was shut with bags of sand by every entrance to soak up any flood water or other leaks. The fridge was empty, but I wasn’t hungry anyway. I knew I’d disappear up to my room with a bottle of wine and Netflix on my mind soon enough, I just needed to make-

Headlights bounced off the living room walls, a sign that someone had just pulled into the driveway. Surely it wasn’t my parents, they both hated driving in the rain, and it couldn’t have been Jordan, unless he was so concerned by the weather that he felt compelled to drive over an hour to check on me.

I quickly pulled my phone out of my back pocket. No missed calls or texts. Oh, so you’re saying it’s a murderer? My mind was quickly going into overdrive, covering all the possibilities of who would be there to murder me and what I could use as a weapon to defend myself. But hey, could you blame me? Twenty five years old and alone during a storm, 20/20 basically already had that episode mapped out for me.

A car door slammed shut.

Shells were being crunched under shoes.

Pounding footsteps up the side stairs. A shadow appeared on the other side of the door and my heart leaped into my chest. I was more than prepared to call the police when I heard the familiar sound of a key being inserted into a lock. I was standing in the doorway of the living room when the side door swung open, revealing someone I most certainly wasn’t expecting to see.

“I… Tom?”

He was squinting, his face and hair soaked by the onslaught of rain outside. “Y/N? What are you doing here?”

It was evident that he was just as surprised to see me as I was to see him. Tom’s accent seemed to thicken when he was angry or confused, and right now he seemed to be a mix of both.

I took in his appearance, trying not to be too obvious. He was wearing dark washed jeans and a pair of black Nikes, a simple black hoodie over a plain white t-shirt. Completely fucking effortless and still the most good looking guy in a fifty mile radius. His brown curls were matted to his forehead and he pushed them back, running his fingers through the thick trusses.

“What are you doing here?” The words came out accusatory and I cleared my throat. Relax. You’ve been in this house with him plenty of times before. “Are you... is there a girl in your car or something?”

“What?” Tom scrubbed a hand over his face, still clearly shocked and confused. “What do you- Jesus, no. You think I’d bring a girl back to your parents’ beach house, Y/N?” He finally looked at me, drops of water still catching on his long lashes. “You think I’d- hey, my jumper.”

“What?” I responded before looking down. Fuck. Me. Sideways. I was still wearing the UMass hoodie, the same UMass hoodie he’d given me last time I saw him. “Oh! Yeah, I… I brought it back to my place with me. And then Jordan called me and asked me to come here and it was right by the door, so I figured I’d… you know, bring it back here and… leave it… for you?” I was making it sound like a question.

Why was I making it sound like a question?

Are you having a fucking stroke? I asked myself as Tom blinked at me a few times, saying nothing. Lightning struck outside, momentarily blinding me as the lights flickered. Damn, losing power meant no Netflix. No Netflix meant Y/N’s chill weekend was about to go to shit. Technically, it already did because I 1) wasn’t even in my own home and 2) no longer feeling chill thanks to one british Tom.

“Jordan asked you to come?”

“Yeah, why?”

He looked around, peeking out the window. “Your parents called me and asked if I’d come make sure the house was secure.”

My parents? I was confused. Jordan specifically called me and asked me to go because he couldn’t. Why would my parents call Tom? Questions were flying through my head and I was already shrugging out of the hoodie, suddenly feeling like the material was too heavy, like I was drowning in it.

I held it out to him as he turned to face me again. “He probably didn’t call them to let them know I was coming, you know how he is.”

Tom smiled then, revealing straight white teeth. “Your brother’s a space cadet.”

That smile had my stomach doing backflips and I ached to calm down. It never used to be like this with him. He was cute, yes. Very. He was charming. He had nice looking hands. But he was Tom. He was Jordan’s Tom. He was the same Tom who fucked Missy Turner under the bleachers at the Homecoming game and the same Tom who let Rochelle Adams suck him off in the janitor’s closet during school. He was that Tom.

So why was I looking at him like he was Netflix and I’d had a long ass day?

I realized I was still staring, not saying anything. “I’m sorry you had to come all the way out here. We can kill Jordan, if you want. I feel like that’s good payback?”

Tom nodded, still smiling and playing along. “Yeah, we could. But then Leila would do away with us and I’m far too handsome to die this young.”

“True.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets and jerked his chin at me. “And you… you have more of my jumpers to steal.”

I cocked my head to the side. “I didn’t steal it. If I remember correctly, you offered it to me.”

“I did.”

I was still holding the hoodie out to him. “Here.”

He made no move to grab it, hands still in his pockets. “Keep it. Looks better on you anyway.”

My stomach dropped and I found myself speechless. “I… you sure?”

He nodded. “Yeah, no worries.”

I nodded my head, heat flooding my face as I looked down. What the fuck was going on with me? I didn’t act shy, not around other guys and definitely not around Tom. During college, I finally found my confidence sexually and I took hold of that. I was not the shy girl.

“Do you want to head out before the weather gets really bad?” I asked him

.As if on cue, thunder cracked loudly overhead, releasing a loud boom followed by flashes of lightning. The lights flickered again and Tom met my eyes across the room, blinking those chocolate pools at me. “I don’t think I’m going anywhere, darling.”

His voice was quiet, almost too quiet. I could have sworn I could hear the waves crashing against the shore, or maybe it was the blood rushing in my ears. We stood, staring at each other for a moment, and I opened my mouth to speak when there was a loud crash at the back of the house.

I jumped with a yelp, my heart slamming against my ribcage. “What the fuck was that?”

Tom moved past me, absentmindedly reaching out to touch my arm as he went. “Stay here, I’ll be back.”

Um, that’s what people say right before they murdered. Even though I had come to terms with the fact that I was irrational, I wasn’t going to take any risks. Turning, I followed close behind him, catching the earthy, musky scent of his soap. Or, was it his laundry detergent? I didn’t know, but I enjoyed it. He smelled woodsy, warm. Safe.

Back the fuck up I cleared my throat, telling myself not to look at the way the material of his jacket stretched across his shoulders. There was a small crash again as we made our way to the back door.

“It’s a shutter.” He laughed and opened the window, screaming wind filling my ears as he grabbed the shutter and slammed it, closing the window. Turning, he had a smug smirk on his face. “You’re a big baby.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “No, I’m not.”

He started to laugh, tilting his head back. “You screamed like a banshee.”

I flipped him off before turning my back on him, retreating as his laughter followed. “You’re a dick.”

My response only made him laugh harder.

Everything in the house seemed to be in order. The windows were shut and locked, the basement was set. The only thing that needed to be brought in was the outdoor furniture, but we needed the rain to let up a bit first.

When I walked back down the stairs after checking the second floor, Tom was rummaging through the kitchen. Seeing him there immediately brought me back to that night, the intimate conversation, the almost.

TWO MONTHS AGO

My parents had gone to bed nearly an hour ago and I was in my room listening to an old Rolling Stones record. Jordan was somewhere, possibly in his room with Leila and JJ, or possibly drinking down on the beach with Tom. It was one of the first weekends at the beach house, one of the first weekends of summer, and the air wasn’t thick yet. There was a breeze floating through the open windows and everything felt warm. New. The summer solstice was upon us and I lived for family weekends at the beach.

Funny thing about family weekends? Tom was there almost every single time.

“You’re still up?” I asked his back as I entered the kitchen, watching as he struggled to uncork a bottle of wine. He was wearing black basketball shorts and his old UMass hoodie, somehow still looking like an ad for an Abercrombie summer collection.

Tom sighed in defeat, slamming the bottle down on the granite countertop before answering me with a huff. “First weekend here and your brother’s already in bed.”

“Dad life.” I said with a laugh.

Tom smiled at the mention of our godchild. The day Jordan and Leila asked us to be godparents I’d been so emotional I cried for nearly an hour and, though I knew he wouldn't admit it if pressed, Tom was emotional about it, too.

“I love that little monster.”

I reached out, taking the bottle and finessing the cork for a moment before it finally released with a soft pop. “Jesus, Tom, you need to be slow with her. Gentle.” I chided as I reached into the cabinet, producing two glasses.

He took the bottle in a wide palm, tilting it to fill a glass before passing it to me. “I don’t know, she doesn’t like it too gentle.”

I rolled my eyes even as I felt my heart speed up. “Are we still talking about wine, or has the conversation moved to your latest conquest?”

Tom put a hand over his heart and threw his head back as if he’d been shot. “For your information, there hasn’t been a so called conquest in over a month.”

I feigned shock. “Over a month? Tommy, are you feeling alright?”

I was still laughing, but Tom paused to glare at me for using his little nickname. He hated being called Tommy and always had, but for whatever reason he never corrected me, never told me not to call him that. He’d glare, sure, but he never told me to stop.

“Feeling just fine, love.” He took a sip of the cool white wine, his brown eyes looking at me over the delicate crystal glass he held. “Fancy going outside for a bit?”

We were the only two left awake. I could faintly hear the pitter patter of feet upstairs as Jordan or Leila hushed a crying JJ, and then looked at Tom. “Yeah, let’s go.”

And that’s how we ended up on the back porch, the sound of the sea crashing against the shoreline as a soundtrack for our conversation. The wind had picked up but other than that the world was silent. It was just the two of us, and after not seeing each other for so long it felt like there was a million things to catch up on, yet I didn’t know where to start. I could ask him about graduation or what it was like to live in a big city, but in the grand scheme of things did those questions really matter? Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was the atmosphere. But I wanted to know about Tom, about how he was doing, how his life was. If he was happy.

If he was single.

The thought was fleeting yet it caught me off guard nonetheless. I had no reason for caring if Tom was single, but there I was wondering if he was. He had changed over the two years I was away, his eyes sharper, his jaw more defined and making him look older. Still five eight but no longer the skinny boy he used to be. There was more definition to his arms, his chest a bit more puffed up. I took in the breadth of his shoulders and the slope of his neck, too caught up in staring at him to notice that he was actually speaking to me.

“What did you say?”

He laughed, leaning back in his chair. “Daydreamer. Are you listening to me at all?”

I shook my head. “I’m sorry!” I laughed, draining my glass and then reaching for the bottle. “This wine goes right to my head. I’m all ears, what were you saying?”

He grabbed the bottle from me, refilling his own glass. “I was asking you about being home. Are you and… Bryan… Bobby… doing the long distance thing?”

“His name is Ben, and no.”

Tom snapped his fingers and pointed at me. “Ben! That’s right, Boring Ben.”

I wanted to defend my newest ex, but I couldn’t. He truly was one of the most boring, insufferable people I’d ever been around. We dated for the last two years of college, maybe out of convenience, or maybe because it was because I’d gotten comfortable. People assumed we would get married, but the thought of walking down the aisle to him made me sick to my stomach. We literally had nothing to talk about, his friends didn’t like me, and the sex was mediocre at best, leaving me disappointed with myself for getting so comfortable that I was settling for bad sex.

I took a sip of my wine, looking down at the glass for a moment.

“I… what did you just say, love?”

I furrowed my eyebrows, confused.

“Did you just say that you settled for bad sex with Boring Ben?”

What? What? It was quite possibly the biggest mistake I’d ever made, saying those words aloud. But it all honesty I didn’t think I’d said anything. I wasn’t drunk, definitely not drunk enough to make that sort of slip.

I was mortified.

My eyes widened as I looked at Tom. My face and ears felt hot and I tried to sputter out an apology. “Holy shit. Tom, listen, I didn’t mean to say any of that out loud. I-”

“Stop.”

I paused, my heart hammering in my chest. He leaned forward slightly, placing his glass on the table as he regarded me seriously. “You didn’t mean to say any of it out loud. But you were thinking about the bad sex you settled for?”

I took in his words and felt my face heat even more. It sounded pathetic, embarrassing, but I was so focused on school that the relationship had taken more of a backseat. It was nice to have someone at the holidays and during family and university events. It was nice to not feel so alone in California while my friends and family were three thousand miles away. It was all… nice. Convenient. Words that shouldn’t always be associated when regarding a relationship.

But it was my truth. Ben was boring, I was settling, we got stuck.

“Can we pretend this never happened?” I blurted the words out, hoping Tom would be agreeable. If he told Jordan they would rag on me for the rest of my life and having to suffer through it now was bad enough.

“I don’t think I can do that, darling.” He was already shaking his head and my stomach was sinking. “Because it breaks my heart that you settled for less.”

I didn’t know what to say, caught off guard by Tom’s soft tone and sweet words. I shouldn’t have zeroed in on him calling me darling, but I couldn’t help it. He’d never done that before.

Ever.

I shivered, not knowing if it was from the breeze or the way he was looking at me, but he noticed. Quirking that one, whacky eyebrow at me, Tom asked, “Are you cold?”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, the wind is picking up.” I rubbed my hands over my arms.

Tom stood, reaching a hand behind his back in between his shoulder blades, pulling his hoodie off. I tried to avert my eyes as the front of his shirt rose, revealing a strip of skin above his shorts. I couldn’t help but stare at the defined V of his hips or notice the way his ab muscles contracted with every movement.

He handed me the sweatshirt with a boyish smile on his face. “Take it. I’m hot anyway.”

You have no idea, I mused silently, thanking him and slipping the material over my head. It was soft, worn, the inside of it felt warm from his body heat. I could feel his eyes on me as I adjusted the material, pulling the hood up so that it framed my face.

“Looks good,” he quipped.

I smiled, taking a very large sip of my wine, thinking I was out of the clear.

“So how bad was it?”

I nearly spit the wine out at the question. “Excuse me?”

“The sex.” He deadpanned. “How bad was it?”

If I was the fainting type I would have been on the deck floor. “Tom, I’m not fucking telling you about my sex life.”

“Sounds like a LACK of a sex life, if you ask me.”

“I didn��t ask you.”

He smiled, but it quickly faded as he regarded me seriously. “Really, Y/N, how bad was it?”

I wanted to blame my honesty on the alcohol or the late hour, but really I think I just wanted someone to talk to. Someone to confide in. Tom may have been an asshole playboy to some, but never to me. Thinking back on it, he may have even been a gentleman to me. Sure, he would annoy me when we were kids and barge into my room without knocking, or he’d go through my purse looking for gum, and there was the time he accidentally ate my birth control thinking it was a mint.

But Tom was also the guy who punched my high school boyfriend in the teeth for dumping me the night before Homecoming. He was also the guy who made an obnoxiously huge sign with Jordan for my graduation. He was that guy.

“It wasn’t… bad.” I found myself starting to open up a bit, pulling at a thread that was sure to unravel if I didn’t stop soon. “It was just routine. It was always the same thing, Ben wasn’t very adventurous. He didn’t like to try things, he hated anything new. He was just…” I took a breath, trying to choose my words carefully. “Set in his ways, I suppose. And that didn’t work for me anymore.”

“So, you ended it?”

I nodded, draining my glass once again. “Yeah, and that was when he showed his true colors.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

I thought back to the breakup. We’d been in Ben’s truck and it was raining. We were parked at a diner that was pretty much in the middle of nowhere. “He confronted me. He knew I was acting weird and he refused to drop it until I told him. I tried to explain that it wasn’t him, that I felt we just weren’t compatible. Ben lost his fucking mind. He was screaming at me about how he had all these plans for us, how I was fucking things up.” I paused, thinking back on the way he looked at me, like I was trash. “He called me a cunt, told me to get out of his car, and then I walked two miles back to my apartment.”

Tom’s eyes widened at my admission. His cheeks were tinted pink and I assumed it was from the booze, but when his mouth pulled into a tight line I realized it was because he was angry. I’d even say he was pissed. “He what?”

“I know, I know, it was a shitty thing for him to do. But the thing is, I’m not even all that upset about it anymore. I finally got to see who he really was and, oddly enough, the only thing I felt on that two mile walk was relief. It was finally over, it was like Ben was my last attachment to California. I could finally come home.”

He was silent for a moment, taking a sip of his wine before speaking. “Do your parents know about what happened with Ben? Does Jordan?”

I shook my head.

“Then why tell me?”

Our eyes met, held. Tom’s face held a look of concern, confusion, and something else. Something I couldn’t quite place. He was leaned forward in his chair, elbows on his knees as we stared each other down.

“Because honesty comes easier when it’s dark out, Tommy.”

He swallowed, not looking away from me. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my ears, the wine making my lips tingle with the familiar buzz. Everything suddenly felt hot, burning hot, like it was on fire. Like the whole world was about to go up in flames.

Maybe mine was.

“I won’t tell them.”

“I know you won’t.” I reached out, gripping his hand. “You’re a good guy, Tommy.” I gave his hand a quick squeeze, meaning to let go, but then his long digits were wrapping around the back of my hand and it suddenly felt like we were magnets. I couldn’t let him go. His skin was warm, somewhat calloused against the soft skin of my knuckles.

His voice was so soft and quiet when he finally broke the silence, I had to lean in to hear him. “Y/N, what were those things you wanted to try?”

“Huh?” I felt as though I was in a trance.

“You said Boring Ben never wanted to try new things. What were they? He raised his eyebrows expectantly, fingers still stroking over the back of my hand.

It felt like a distraction, a very chaotic, overstimulating distraction. It was the smallest, simplest of movements, but feeling his fingers dance across my skin was hypnotic, and it was only my HAND. But I couldn’t ignore the question and it made my stomach turn. I didn’t want to tell him the things I wanted to do with Ben, the different versions of sex I wanted to explore more of. Sure, I tried things with different people before Ben and I got together, but it had been so long. So long since I got the attention I was craving.

So long since I’d done something reckless and new.

So long since I’d been touched by hands that were actually interested in making me feel more than a grip.“Tom…” I breathed out his name, suddenly overwhelmed. The scent of him was on the sweatshirt I wore and I could feel his knee bump mine as he moved closer.

“Tell me. I can keep a secret, love.” His words were hushed, quiet as he leaned just a little closer, our faces mere inches apart.

“I…” I started, my eyes flickering down to his lips before moving back up. Tom saw the movement, his lips curling slightly. “I wanted… something new.”

“Something new or someone new?” Tom responded.

“I don’t know.” I answered honestly, feeling his fingers tighten around mine.

“I think you do. I think you know exactly what you want, Y/N, you just need to say it.” He leaned even closer, his nose brushing mine, and when I went to back up he brought his free hand around and reached into the sweatshirt, knocking the hood off and cupping the back of my neck, his hand gentle but firm, kneading the soft skin where my neck met my shoulder. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” I gasped, suddenly struggling to breathe, overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events.

“Then tell me what you want. Say it.”

I was so wrapped up in Tom, in the moment, that I didn’t care about anything. Fuck the neighbors, fuck Boring Ben, fuck my family that was literally sleeping only feet away in the house. I wanted Tom. I wanted new. I wanted him to touch me the way he touched the girls who told stories about him. I wanted him to kiss me like he’d die if couldn’t.

“I want y-”

“Y/N? Tom?” a soft, sleepy voice came from just inside the house.

We sprang apart like we’d been electrocuted, Tom standing and walking to the edge of the porch while I pulled the hood back up, trying to look nonchalant and failing beautifully just as Jordan poked his head out from the screen door. “What are you two doing up?”

Tom didn’t answer, still looking out towards the path that led to the beach. “We couldn’t sleep, figured we’d devour a bottle of wine and then crash.” I laughed even though I felt anything but amused, standing up and heading over to the door. “I’m gonna try to sleep, though. I’ll see you both in the morning?” I brushed past Jordan, standing up on my tiptoes to hug him before turning to Tom, who had finally turned around. The look on his face was strained and frustrated, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

God, he was so far from the boy I used to know.

“Goodnight, Tommy.”

PRESENT

“Earth to Y/N.” Tom waved a hand in front of my face, laughing. “You with me?”

I shook my head, pulled out of that very intimate memory. “What? Yeah, sorry. It’s been a long week.” I laughed and tried to play it off like I was fine, but my stomach was turning in knots. We’d both slept under the same roof before, hundreds of times, but now things felt different. Heavy. It was like I’d spilled something last time and there was still a stain that wouldn’t come up no matter how hard I scrubbed.

“You have your pick of bedrooms.” I said casually. “Jordan’s, my parents’, the guest room. Whatever you want.”

Whatever you want. It was an unintentional double entendre, but I noticed the way his eyes darkened slightly.

“Where are you sleeping?”

“My room.” I clarified.

He nodded his head, moving around the center island as he shrugged out of his jacket, throwing it over the back of the couch. “Y/N, can I ask you a question?”I shrugged my shoulders.

“Go for it.”

He looked at me then, his jaw clenched as he braced his hands on the back of the sofa, fingers spread in a way that looked almost vulgar. “Why the fuck are you looking at me like you’re scared I’m going to kill you in your sleep.”

“I’m not.” I started to defend myself, straightening my spine. “I’m just freaked out because of the rain.”

“Bollocks. You’ve loved the rain since we were kids.”

I shook my head, sensing the anger in his tone. “Don’t do this whole angry british thing tonight, Tom. I’m in a mood.”

“Clearly.”I narrowed my eyes at him, my hands balling into fists at my sides. “What the fuck is your problem?”

“My problem?” He huffed at me, his cheeks flushed. “You’re the one who can barely look me in the eye, Y/N. So, you tell me what the problem is.”

“I don’t have a problem.” It was a lie. A blatant lie. But I wanted to move past whatever this was with him. I had to move past it. I couldn’t crush on my brother’s best friend. I read those books. I saw those movies. It would ruin everything.I had finally come home, had finally gotten my old life back. No matter how much I wanted Tom- and believe me, I fucking craved him- I could never have him. He would always be just out of my grasp.Which was a good thing.

“Okay, you don’t have a problem. That means we can discuss what happened last time we were here, yeah?”

I froze, no words coming out of my mouth. He said the words so casually it was as though he was talking about the weather. “I... “ I was struggling, slipping, losing my composure. “I don’t know-”

Tom was shaking his head, scrubbing his hands over his face. “Don’t even fuckin’ say it, Y/N. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Tom looked at me, eyes blazing. “You wanted it, I know you did. I felt it.”

My breathing was labored as I blinked at him. I had no idea how to respond. I didn’t want to acknowledge what happened, I wanted us to forget it and move on. It was a moment of weakness, it was late.

“It was the wine.” I said quietly. “We were drinking. W-we weren’t thinking straight.”

“It was the wine.” He repeated my words, his arms crossed over his chest as he stared at me. “It was the wine.. That’s a joke, innit?” When I didn’t respond, Tom walked over to me, the tips of his sneakers touching the tips of my bare toes. “The truth is, Y/N, you didn’t drink that much. Neither did I. I knew exactly what I was saying to you and I was sober enough to see your reaction.”

“Tom-”

“Why won’t you be honest with me?” Tom’s voice was so soft it felt like a blanket.

The question felt like a knife to the gut? He was right to be confused. I never had any issue speaking my mind with Tom, with Ben, with anyone. I was opinionated, I said what was on my mind. But I was completely frozen with him. I just couldn’t push the words out of my mouth, couldn’t tell him that all of this was killing me, draining me. I couldn’t be open and honest and tell him that I’d spent the last two months thinking about him. That it never stopped. That the smell of him was haunting me, the feeling of his fingers on my skin was a memory I wanted to drown it. Tom had been in my life for over a decade.

Why now?

As if God was finally on my side for once, we were interrupted by the sound of furniture scraping across both the front and back decks. “My parents are gonna kill me if we lose any of those deck chairs.”

He stared at me for a moment and said nothing, his eyes searching my face. Eventually, he took one step back, seemingly giving up

.I hated the relief that went through me. But more than that, I loathed the disappointment that tugged at my heartstrings. I felt his eyes on me as I walked to the front door, pulling open the door and bursting outside with a deep breath, appreciating the way the rain hit my skin. I needed to cool down.

We were both silent as we got the stuff from the front and put it in the living room, turning the normally spacious room into nothing more than a cramped closet. Then came the back of the house, something that would be more difficult. The furniture was heavier, we had to walk up and down stairs, the thunder was clapping so loud I feared I’d go deaf.

I glanced up at Tom as he bounded down the porch steps. His shirt was completely soaked, the white material now stuck to his skin, nearly transparent. I could make out the tight muscles of his shoulders and the way his back tapered down to a lean waist.

Stop, stop, stop. I was screaming at myself, my feet slipping in my flip flops. I angrily kicked them off and then stormed down the stairs, suddenly furious about the rain and having to come to the beach house, and I was angry at Tom for not leaving well enough alone. More than that though, I was angry at myself for letting any of it happen in the first place.

He was dragging chairs by me when I stopped and wheeled around, facing him. “Why would you go and do this now?” I had to shout to be heard over the rain. “Why couldn’t you just leave it alone?”

Tom paused for a moment, his jaw clenched, rain dripping down his face. Releasing the chairs, he slicked his hair back. “I… I don’t know. Okay, I don’t bloody know, Y/N. I saw you here for the first time in two fucking years, and I missed you. I missed you so fucking much and I didn’t even know it. And then you were here and I couldn’t get enough of you. I wanted to catch up, I wanted to talk. I wasn’t even going to try anything, not that night, but then you mentioned Ben and everything you didn’t do with him, and I just couldn’t help myself. I’m sorry, alright? I am. But I’m not gonna sit here and play this bullshit game with you. You let me in that night and you can’t take it back.”

You let me in that night and you can’t take it back.

His admission left me stunned. He looked vulnerable and honest, the words heartfelt. I knew he meant all of it, that he didn’t mean for anything to happen that night. Not that anything really happened, but it felt as though that conversation changed everything. There was a shift, one that neither of us could stop.

“It doesn’t matter.” I finally responded, my voice laced with disappointment. “We can’t do this, Tom. Whatever that night was, whatever that conversation was, it has to stay there. It has to stay in that night.”

“I can’t fucking do that!” He shouted, the rain still pouring down around us. “I’m not going to sit here and pretend I didn’t feel something, Y/N.”

I was aching for him to stop. I knew he meant all of it, that he wasn’t trying to play me or hurt me. Tom would never risk saying the things he said if they weren’t at least party true.

I was beyond frustrated as I turned, grabbing more things to bring inside. Tom was huffing and puffing ahead of me, mumbling to himself. He was clearly angry, his jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed. We were both soaked from head to toe, my feet bare against the deck as we lifted the glass table, maneuvering it up the stairs to the back of the house.Tom’s eyes were on me the whole time and I was too cowardly to look in his direction. Carrying that heavy glass table while thunder roared and lightning flashed was stressful, to say the least. But I didn’t even care about the storm, I cared about the absolute hurricane that was my situation with Tom. I wanted to fix it, needed to.

“Why are you so stubborn?”

His question caught me off guard. We’d put the rest of the furniture away and I was outside searching for one missing flip flop, rain hitting me sideways as I turned to stare at him. He was leaned against the door frame, arms crossed with that white shirt sticking to him like a second skin. I could make out the line of the chain he wore, could see where it fell against his chest. Tom looked like the cover of a romance novel, a few stray curls falling around his forehead. Even in my terrified, angry confusion, my attraction to him was undeniable.

“I’m not being stubborn. I’m being smart. What, you want me to admit that I’m attracted to you? Fine, Tom. I am. But attraction doesn’t change things. We can’t cross that line, now will you please help me find my other flip flop?”

“Jesus.” He stormed past me, pointing a finger in my direction as he went. “This conversation’s not done.”

I shouted his name as he walked back down the stairs in no urgency because he was already soaked. His jeans sat low on his hips, probably weighed down by the water as he bent down, pulling something from one of the hedges at the end of the property. My flip flop. Turning, Tom walked back up the stairs slowly, purposefully, his stance all man and making me feel very, very small. I was waiting at the top when he finally stepped up, crowding me, holding my shoe in his right hand. Our chests were touching, just slightly, and I could feel my nipples harden from the slight contact.

“Thank you,” I said quietly, reaching to grab it from him.

Only to have Tom pull it towards him, away from me. “Have you thought about kissing me?”

“What?”

“Have you thought about me touching you?”

“Tom…” I backed up three steps with him following my movements, keeping us close, chest to chest.

“Those things you wanted to try, have you thought about trying them with me? Because, fuck, I’ve thought about you.”

His admission made me weak, my breath catching in my throat. We were getting close, so dangerously close to something we couldn’t turn back from.

“I’ve thought about you every day. I’ve thought about your eyes and your mouth and the way you look in my fucking jumper.” Tom’s hands grabbed my face roughly, cupping my cheeks, fingers tangling in my hair.

He was holding me there as my breathing went ragged, our eyes finally meeting. His pupils were blown out, water dripping down the bridge of his nose

.It was all so intense. It was overwhelming. I wanted him so bad it was physically starting to hurt, my hands going up and gripping his wrists, prepared to pull his hands away. “You are… so fucking infuriating.” I was breathless, weak, but I still noticed the smile that pulled at his lips.

“Darling, I’m a fucking devil.”

I knew what was coming, knew I should pull away, but as soon as his lips came down on mine in a bruising, hard kiss, I knew I was gone.

Tom’s lips were hard, demanding, his tongue eagerly licking at the seam of my mouth and begging for entry. His hands still held my face hard enough to prevent me from backing up, but even if he let go I knew I’d stay, the brief taste of his lips so intoxicating it felt like I was in a trance.

He pulled back, his eyes opening. Our noses still touched and I could feel his breath fan across my lips. Our eyes met and for the briefest moment I thought he was going to pull away, but he spoke instead.

“What do you want, Y/N?”

I paused, my throat dry and my breathing ragged. I couldn’t lie anymore, to Tom or myself, so I opted for honesty instead. “You, Tom. I want you.”

That was all he needed to hear before his mouth was on mine again. He slanted his lips over mine, tilting my head back. When our tongues touched I felt like my body was on fire and I couldn’t help but wonder why we hadn’t done it sooner. Tom tasted like mint, like a secret, like my deepest, darkest fucking fantasy.

All of a sudden he was pushing us, walking forward while I stumbled back, our mouths still fused together as he let out a soft groan. I wanted so badly to memorize the sound, to hear it again, but I was too focused on not falling over. Something sharp dug into my back and I winced, gasping into Tom’s mouth.

“What the fuck was that?” I gripped my side and turned. The doorknob.

“Shit,” he muttered, reaching to lift at the edge of my shirt. “Is it going to leave a bruise? Let me kiss it better.”

I rolled my eyes and laughed, opening the door and ushering him inside. “I’m fine. Really.”

“No.” Tom’s hands gripped my hips. He was looking at me with mischief in his eyes and it made my stomach do a backflip. “Really, love, let me kiss it better.” I felt his fingers skim over my bare flesh as he dragged the wet material of my shirt up and over my head, dropping it to the ground.

My chest was heaving as he looked me over, eyes zeroing in on my breasts. I was wearing a simple black lace bra, nothing fancy. But Tom was looking at me like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen and my heart swooned.I thought he was going to kiss me again, but instead he sank to his knees and my breath caught in my throat as he looked up at me. I was wearing my shorts, my underwear, and a barely there bra while Tom was still fully dressed. I felt vulnerable, small, but in that moment I fucking loved it.

Tom’s breath fanned over my hip as he kissed the spot where the doorknob had jammed into me. “Better?” he asked, looking up at me through thick, dark lashes. All I could do was nod, and his smug smile told me everything I needed to know; Tom knew exactly what he was doing.

His hands skimmed over the backs of my thighs, traveling down. When his fingers touched the backs of my knees they wobbled, and I knew he felt it. “This alright?”

I nodded my head, reaching one hand out and tangling my fingers in his wet hair, feeling his head nudge into my touch. “Use your words, Y/N.”

“It’s okay.” I managed to gasp out. He’d barely touched me, barely kissed me and I was still completely breathless.

“Do you want more?”

"Fuck." I gritted my teeth, suddenly frustrated he was moving so slow. "Yes."

He smiled, soft lips trailing over my hip, his teeth biting at the denim that hugged my skin. "How about we play a game?"

I huffed, my fingers stilling in his hair. "I'm not in the mood for games, Tom."

He stood then, nails lightly scraping up the sides of my legs and making my skin break out in goosebumps. Every single part of me was ignited and I was on sensory overload. "What if I promised you win this game?" He kissed my shoulder, one hand trailing over my side and traveling up my back, tracing my vertebra. "What if I told you that you win quite a few times?"

I gasped, drunk on his words as he leaned in, kissing me again just as he reached up and unclasped my bra. The straps fell down my shoulders slowly and as his lips grazed mine I reached bed between us, tugging the rest of the material down.

Like any straight, hot blooded male, Tom leaned back and looked down, taking in my naked breasts. "Shit," he breathed, leaning down and sliding his tongue over the curve of one globe, mouth warm and tongue wet. I was already arching into his touch when his mouth closed over my nipple. I thought he’d be gentle, thought he’d start slow, but he sucked HARD, yanking my nipple to the roof of his mouth until I yelped.

Tom groaned against my skin, releasing me with a pop. “Mhm, I liked that sound. Didn’t picture you as a screamer.” He smirked at me, his mouth red and his lips swollen.

I laughed and leaned in, my arms wrapping around his broad shoulders as we stumbled through the dining room. “Yeah? You’ve been thinking about the sounds I make?” I licked a fat stripe up Tom’s neck, feeling him shiver against me.

“I’ve thought about much more than that.” He grabbed me by my hips, now in the kitchen, and lifted me, my ass landing on the counter as the wind howled outside.I watched, mesmerized as Tom lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side, revealing the smooth expanse of his chest. His abs were hard, tight, and I wanted to leave hickies scattered across his collarbones.

“I’ve thought about you. Here.” He tapped one finger against the countertop. “And I thought about what it would be like to fuck you while everyone slept upstairs.” He took a step forward, his hands going to his jeans, fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper. “Me, telling you to be quiet, putting my hand over your mouth.”

Tom’s long fingers reached out, sliding over my chin, across my cheek. When they traveled over my lips I couldn’t help but poke my tongue out, tasting the tips of his fingers. He stopped for a moment, leaving them there, eyes glued to my mouth as I repeated the motion, this time holding eye contact as I tipped my head back, letting his index and middle fingers dip into my mouth, my tongue wrapping around them and sucking softly.

His hand twitched slightly, I felt it, and I smiled around his fingers, groaning softly when he pulled back. The truth was, I wanted them deeper. So much deeper.

“Fuckin’ minx.” Tom’s voice was rough and his hands were the same, gripping my thighs hard and pulling me to the edge of the counter. My legs hugged his slim waist, my hands settling on his chest. “You want me to fuck you, Y/N?”

I nodded my head. Consequences be damned.“Fine. I’ll fuck you any way you want. But you have to tell me one of those things you wanted to try first.”

“Tom…”

“C’mon.” His voice was soft, smooth. Charming. When he spoke again his accent was thicker and I physically throbbed for him. “Give me a little bit, love.”

“I…” I started, suddenly very self conscious of my own sexual desires. It was different when I was having sex with Ben because it was always the same thing, and it was different sleeping with a stranger because I’d never have to see them again. But I would have to face Tom in the morning and every day after that. I didn’t want his opinion of me to change. “I want to suck your fingers while you fuck me.”

The words were so soft I wasn’t even sure he heard me. He was silent, eyes staring at my mouth before looking up, meeting my gaze. “That’s it? That’s what you were so nervous to tell me?”

I shook my head, unable to help myself from laughing. “Oh, man. No, you have no idea how many things I want to try. We’re just not there yet.”

Yet.

Why was I implying that it was going to happen again?

Tom’s hands were sliding up and down my thighs while my ankles were locked at his waist, his fingers eventually popping the button and zipper while I waited for his response. “You like hands?” When I nodded he continued. “You like my hands?” As if to emphasize, he slapped one hand roughly over the side of my thigh and I jumped.

He shushed me, pursing his lips softly. “Relax, darling. We’re about to have fun.”

Without another word he unwound my legs and pushed his hands against my shoulders until I was laying flat against the cold quartz counter, arching my back and gasping. Tom hooked his fingers into my shorts and underwear, pulling both down and leaving me completely naked in one swift move. I felt vulnerable and open, but he quickly forced me to move past that as he spread my legs, his fingers splayed across my thighs.

His groan sent shivers through me.

“You’re like a fucking dream.” His words were hushed even though we were the only two in the house. “Oh, shit, did I just see you clench up for me?” His eyebrows furrowed in concentration as I threw my hands over my face, mortified and turned on all at once. He could see every part of me.

“Tom!” I practically shouted. If he didn’t touch me soon I was going to-

My body tensed up and every coherent through flew from my mind as Tom licked a fat stripe all the way from my ass to my clit, groaning and sending vibrations through me. My legs twitched and he repeated the motion, my nerve endings on fire.

Tom Holland’s head was between my fucking thighs.

His lips closed over my clit, sucking at the same time as he pressed his tongue flat against the bundle of nerves, and my hips pretty much lifted off the counter.

“Tommy!” I gasped, the sound ending on a choked moan as he looked up at me, brown eyes nearly black.

He pulled back for a moment and I could see his lips, glistening and wet from my arousal. “You know, you’re the only one allowed to call me that?”

My head lolled slightly and I looked at him, reaching down to run my fingers through his hair. “Why?”

“Because I like the way it sounds when you say it.”

His admission did something to my insides, made me just a little weaker for him. I was the only one allowed to call him Tommy, the only one to have that little nickname. Something possessive soared through my veins and I quickly sat up, seeing his shocked expression as the fingers that were in his hair traveled down, grabbing the back of his neck and tugging him towards me, our lips attaching. I couldn’t stop fucking kissing him and when I tasted myself on his tongue I wanted him even more, sliding my tongue into his mouth and dominating the kiss.

“I wasn’t fucking done with you yet.” He spoke against my mouth.

“But you said this was about me trying things. There’s something I want to try, Tommy.”

His eyes shut briefly, his jaw clenched, concentrated. He was coming undone for me in the same way I was for him. “What’s that?”

I ran my fingers over his collarbones, tracing the delicate bones with my fingers. I was nervous, forcing myself to push the words out anyway. “You know how when you were in high school being sneaky and fucking in a girl’s parents house was fun? And, sometimes, when the parents weren’t around you and the girl would sneak up to her parents’ room?”

His laps traveled over my jaw, down my neck, and I felt him smile against my skin. “You want me to fuck you in your parents’ bed?”

My face heated and I nodded, burying my face in his shoulder.

Tom laughed softly, pulling back and helping me off the counter. I was acutely aware of the fact that I was completely naked while he still wore jeans and black Calvin’s but I no longer cared. In fact, there may have been a part of me that enjoyed the way I felt knowing I was the only one who was naked. It made me feel small, soft.

“What are ya’ waitin’ for then?” He arched a brow and nodded towards the stairs. “Move your ass.”

I practically sprinted past him, moving before he even finished speaking. His eyes were on me as I moved, my hips swaying a little more than usual. Tom was hot on my heels as I bounded up the stairs, one of his hands reaching out and giving my ass a swift, harsh slap. I welcomed the sting, pausing on the stairs and turning to look at him as a gasp escaped.

“I fuckin’ knew it.” He marveled, a smirk playing at his lips. “I knew you liked it a little rough.”

I began backing slowly down the hall, facing him. “Oh, you have no idea.”

He arched a brow, molten brown eyes looking me up and down. “Is that right? You feel like telling me any of those deep, dark fantasies, or are we not there yet?”

I couldn’t help but laugh as he threw my words back at me. “Not yet. I like surprising you.”

I stepped into my parents’ room and Tom followed suit, looking around as the wind rattled the glass windows.

The air suddenly felt thick. The king sized bed loomed behind me and it all felt real. Terrifyingly, brutally real. I was about to get into that bed with Tom, I was about to take a huge step off a very large cliff. Whether it was good or bad- although I prayed it would be good- didn’t matter. We would never be able to come back from this.

“Believe me, you’ve done nothing but surprise me tonight, Y/N.”

“I actually think it’s your turn.” I said with a small smile as I crawled onto the bed, looking at him over my shoulder.

Tom was too busy taking in the view of my naked backside to comprehend my question. “What?”

I sprawled out across the bed and rested my chin on my hand, looking at him. His jeans were undone and his hardened cock pressed almost painfully against the denim material. “It’s your turn. I’ve been very honest about what I want to try, but what about you, Tommy? What do you want?”

His eyes locked on mine and my breath caught as he moved forward. “I want you. I want you to say my name while you come, I want you to wrap those beautiful legs around me and squeeze whenever I go just a little too deep. I want to fuck you the way I’ve dreamed about fucking you since I was fifteen years old.”

His candid admission left a pang in my heart and I quickly tried to stifle it, leaning up as he leaned down, our mouths fusing together once again. It seemed that I couldn’t keep my mouth off his. Maybe it was because I had been fantasizing about that mouth for so long, maybe it was because Tom was just that good of a kisser, but either way I didn’t care.

“Fuck me. Now.” The words were mumbled against his lips.

Tom’s lips traveled down my jaw to my neck and he bit the skin where my shoulder and neck connected. His sopping wet jeans pressed against me and I hissed out a breath as he pulled back, laughing down at me. His brown hair had begun to curl at the sides and he looked boyish, young. His cheeks were flushed and I couldn’t even remember why I’d tried to fight my attraction in the first place.

He jumped off the bed and began the painstaking effort of removing wet denim.

“God… fucking… dammit!” I watched him struggle, biting back a laugh as he hopped around the room, kicking one leg free and then the other. When he looked back up at me his eyes narrowed and he glared. “Are you laughing?”I shook my head, sucking my bottom lip into my mouth.“You’re laughing at me right now.”

I shook my head, backing up on the bed as Tom came forward. “No, no I’m not. I’m-” I shrieked as his hand wrapped around my ankle and he dragged me down the matress.

I struggled against him as he leaned over me, covering his body with mine as his hands tickled at my sides. I gasped and laughed, nearly headbutting him at one point. “Tom, please, I was-wasn’t laughing.” I was trying to explain myself when his hips settled between my thighs, his hard cock pressing against my clit, right where I was aching for any kind of attention, or friction, I could find.

“You’re not laughing anymore,” he whispered against my mouth.

“Not really finding anything to laugh at right now.” My response was just as quiet, my fingers linking behind his neck as he braced a hand on either side of my head. Our eyes met as he ground his hips against me, my mouth falling open in a quiet moan as Tom settled on a good rhythm. He wasn’t even inside me yet and I was already on the edge, my thighs trembling as they squeezed his trim waist.

Tom seemed just as eager as I was, his arms wrapping around me and then unwrapping, hands trailing up and down my sides, over my breasts, gripping my thighs. My own nails scratched lightly over his shoulders and I reveled in the way he shivered on top of me. His breathing was heavy, chest heaving as I lifted my hips, grinding harder, needing more.

“I…I don’t…” Tom trailed off and I stopped my movements.

My heart sank at his tone. He was about to tell me he couldn’t do it, he couldn’t sleep with his best friend’s sister. I, of course, would be mortified and naked and ashamed as he got dressed to inevitably leave, where he would get into a car accident and die because there was a storm raging outside. And then I would have to explain to my parents and Jordan that I killed Tom because I-

“I don’t have a condom.”

What?

“What?”

“I don’t have a condom.”It was a split decision, and normally I would argue with myself about practicing the art of safe sex, but I had waited too fucking long for this and I was thankful that he wasn’t about to leave me naked in the middle of my parents’ bed.

“I’m on the pill.”

He arched a brow. “You’re cool with…”

I couldn’t help but smile. I hadn’t seen him bashful very often, but I had to admit I found it completely adorable. “Tommy, I’m cool with anything that involves you being inside me.”

“Thank fucking god.” He sat back on his knees between my splayed thighs and I watched as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his briefs, shoving them down so that his cock sprang free, slapping up against his abdomen. My eyes widened as I finally got the first glimpse of what had been grinding against me for the last thirty minutes, of what I’d been dreaming about all summer. His cock was long, a pulsating vein across his shaft.

My mouth watered at the sight of the pre-come that gathered at his crown and I reached forward with every intention of wrapping my fingers around him. But Tom’s hand snapped forward and he grabbed my wrist, halting my movements.

“I want this to last longer than fifteen seconds and, honestly, if you touch me right now I’m going to fucking explode all over you like a fifteen year old .I don’t want to ruin this.”

I looked up at him. He was panting, his cheeks tinted pink. He looked rumpled, worked up, his eyes dark, and I’d never wanted him more. Leaning up, I gave him a quick kiss on the lips, darting my tongue out to taste his quickly. “Get on with it then.”

Tom smiled against my mouth and then he was pushing me down again, covering his body with mine. His skin was warm and the hair on his legs tickled my thighs, but all I could really focus on was the deep, intense throbbing that had settled low in my stomach. I actually feared that I would die or combust if he didn’t fuck me so-

Too wrapped up in my aching body, I didn’t notice that Tom had reached between us and lined himself up at my entrance. When I felt his knuckles brush against my swollen clit I stiffened, a weak whine leaving my mouth.“I want to hear that fuckin’ noice on repeat for the rest of my life,” he whispered against the damp skin at my temple.

I was about to open my mouth and give a half assed witty response when I felt his body surge forward, his cock sinking into me in one long, swift, nearly painful because it was so good move. I gasped, my thighs squeezing Tom’s hips and my nails digging into his sides.

His groan in my ear sent vibrations through me and I shook underneath him, trying to find my breath, trying to acknowledge the fact that it was Tom inside me. Tom Holland. My brother’s best friend. But at that moment in time someone could tell me I didn’t actually have a brother and I would have believed them. I would have believed the moon was actually made of cheese. I would have believed anything… because none of it mattered.

In that moment the only two people who existed were Tom and me. Just us and the storm. “Tommy.” My voice shook as he pulled nearly all the way out, just holding the tip of his cock inside me.

Tom looked down at me with his eyebrows furrowed, mouth hanging open. He looked serious albeit desperate and I could completely understand why. It felt as though all the air had been sucked out of the room as soon as he pushed inside me. “You good? You need a minute?”

I shook my head. “You feel so good.”

Something snapped in him then. I watched it happen. His eyebrows relaxed, the hands that were on either side of my head clenched into fists, and his hips snapped forward as he pushed in to the hilt, repeating the motion twice more before a rough grunt escaped his lips.

I slammed my head back against the pillows as a moan tore from my throat. He’d barely been inside me two minutes and I already felt like I was on the verge of an earth shattering orgasm. But it was true. Tom had kept me riled up so long, far longer than just this messy afternoon. My body had been waiting for this for so fucking long.

Tom’s teeth sank into my shoulder. Hard. He didn’t let up until I yelped, and then he pulled back with a devilish smirk. “Look at you,” he said, breathing heavily as he lowered his head, our noses brushing. “Screaming underneath me whilst I fuck you in your mum and dad’s bed. So, so naughty.”

He was taunting me, teasing me, and his words spurred me on. My hips lifted, another rough moan leaving my mouth at the new angle.

Tom must have liked it too, because soon enough he was thrusting so hard it nearly hurt, so hard I swore I could feel him in my stomach.“You’re. So. Fucking. Perfect.” His voice was gruff, the words barely audible. Our moans and breaths mingled, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. It may have been pornographic, may have been downright filthy, but I was too far gone to care.

I was fucking drowning in Tom.

So close to coming harder than I had in my entire life.

When he reached between us to rub his thumb over my clit it felt like too much, my back arching as I shook my head. “Tom, Tommy… no. I-”

“Shhh.” Tom’s focus was between us as he looked down, sliding his now soaking wet digit over my clit again, reveling in the way I shook under him. “Been dreaming of this for years. For years, Y/N.” He was so transfixed on looking down at where we were joined, I truly didn’t know if he realized he was speaking. “Do you want to come on my cock, love?”

He looked up at me then, our eyes meeting. His pupils were so blown out there was barely any brown left. No longer able to form a coherent sentence all I could do was nod.

“Good.” He pressed his thumb against my clit, harder than before, and watched my face as a scream erupted from me.

“Tom!” I went to grab his hand and he quickly grabbed hold of it with his free one, slamming it down against the mattress near my head, resting his full weight on me.

“You’re going to come for me just like this. My cock inside you, my hands all over you.” He released the hand he was holding and grabbed a hold of my hair, yanking my head back in a move that shocked me. I hadn’t expected him to be so rough, but the move sent pleasurable shockwaves through my scalp and down my back. I felt him everywhere.

I was close, so fucking close, words and moans and broken pleas leaving my mouth. I wanted it so bad I could cry, my desperation palpable as Tom trailed rough, wet kisses down my neck, never once letting up on my clit as his hips pistoned forward in short, quick strokes. He was close too, I could feel it in the way his pace began to stutter, in the way his breath was hitting my neck.

I ran my fingers through his thick hair and his pace quickened. “Come, Y/N, please.” Tom’s voice was raspy and I knew he was serious. He was waiting for me, holding back for me, wanting to please me… and somehow that was everything I needed to finally let go.

My orgasm hit me like a freight train, knocking the wind out of me. I came with a silent scream, my mouth falling open with no sound coming out, my breath stuck in my throat as Tom’s grip on my hair tightened. Vaguely, I could hear his name coming out of my mouth on repeat, my entire body tensing up underneath him. It was like nothing I’d ever felt, like every nerve in my body was on fire.

“Fuck… fuck… fuck.” Tom’s back muscles tensed under my hands, his entire body going still as he held himself deep inside me. The feeling of his pulsating cock sent delicious aftershocks through me and I clenched around him, loving the small groan that erupted from him as he slowly relaxed, resting his full weight on me with a long, heavy sigh.

We lay like that for a few minutes, the thunder and wind having calmed at some point during our tryst. Tom was resting his sweaty forehead on my chest and I ran my fingers through his hair as I stared up at the ceiling. Everything would be different now, everything would change. But I was too lost in my post orgasm glow to care much about anything.

“Was that too rough?” Tom’s voice was soft, the question catching me off guard.

“What?”

He lifted his head to look at me, shifting his body weight as he examined my face. “Was I too rough? I get carried away sometimes, don’t always know my own strength.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. If he only knew half the things I wanted to do to him, or what I wanted him to do to me. Shit. He’d probably have me arrested. “No, Tom, no. Believe me, it was perfect.”

He arched in eyebrow in a cocky way that only Tom fucking Holland could do. “Perfect?” His accent was thick. “Just wait for round two.”

I was about to respond when he leaned in for a kiss, capturing my lips and holding me right there in that moment with him. It was crazy, it was stupid, it was reckless. And I didn’t give a flying fuck.

A noise from downstairs startled us and I jumped. “It was probably just the wind.” Tom reassured me.

I nodded my head, but when I heard the telltale sign of keys hitting the countertop my heart leapt into my throat. “Tom? Y/N? You guys here?”

Tom’s eyes met mine and in unison, we said, “Jordan.”

Oh, fuck.

#tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland au #au #spiderman #avengers #peter parker #i feel like im gonna throw up #why am i so nervous about this

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trikruheart · 5 years ago

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Bellamy Is The Abusive One, Not Octavia: A Rant/Meta

There’s two main “reasons” that people give when they claim that Octavia is abusive. That she beats up Bellamy after Lincoln’s murder, and that she has him put in The Fighting Pits.

Let’s start with the old discourse; Bellamy did get Lincoln killed, not Octavia. Bellamy is the person who got Pike into power, the person who stood by him even after seeing + being told multiple times by people he supposedly cares about that Pike was instituting facism and going to get everyone killed. Bellamy knowingly decided to be a Nazi even though he had other options and was aware of them. And, no, Nazi is not an exaggeration, Bellamy was 100% willing to wipe out an entire race just for being that race including putting them in concentration camp-like conditions to die.

Octavia is not at fault just because she didn’t accept Bellamy’s last minute “help”, he had given her absolutely no reason to trust him so it’s not her fault she didn’t. If my brother was fhe right-hand man of a fascist leader then I wouldn’t have trusted him that after he belittled my concerns several times and stopped me from escaping, he’ll get my boyfriend out of the camp he put him in to begin with. Octavia had no obligation to trust Bellamy after he did everything in his power to destroy her trust.

So, yes, Octavia beats up Bellamy. If I had just saw and heard the love of my life be murdered at the hands of the man that my own brother knowingly put in power then I probably would beat him up to. Especially if my brother had already been abusing me my whole life.

Side note: Let me also just point out that Bellamy was never adequately redeemed for that whole being a Nazi thing, everyone just pretended it never happened. Octavia herself even calls him out “You didn’t turn on Pike because you thought what he was doing to the grounders was wrong.” and he AGREES. Bellamy 👏 never 👏 earned 👏 redemption, because men in this show don’t need to be held accountable for their actions while women (mainly Octavia and Clarke) have to supplicate themselves to men and be dragged through the dirt mercilessly for every wrong breath they take.

The Fighting Pit issue is an even weaker example because Octavia didn’t put Bellamy in there because she was angry or wanted to (although she had every right to be) she did it because Bellamy publicly broke several laws and she would have completely undermined her own authority (and given special treatment, making her a poor leader) if she let him get away with treason, child endangerment, murder, and attempted assassination. Bellamy getting put in the fighting pit was a consequence of his own actions, one that he was well aware of. Octavia wasn’t being abusive, she was being a fair leader.

Now that that BS is out of the way, here’s a list of why Bellamy is abusive to Octavia:

1.) Bellamy has had all of the power in their relationship from day one. Octavia was literally trapped in a room and only able to interact with two people for sixteen years, Bellamy came and went as he pleased. Octavia was essentially a captive, she couldn’t have possibly been more powerless during the entire time their relationship was developing. Then when they get on the ground, Bellamy is almost instantly put in a position of power which he uses to isolate and control Octavia. There’s also the age difference, I think a lot of people forget that Bellamy is way older than all the other Skaikru. Bellamy is 23 at the start of the show and everyone else is under 18 (except Raven is 18). So, we’re talking about a barely 17-year-old girl, one who grew up extremely isolated so is even more immature than most kids her age, and a 23-year-old man who lived most of his life relatively normally.

The power difference entirely favors Bellamy. Octavia has no power over him at all pre-Blodreina (which we’ll get to that) so the idea that she could possibly abuse Bellamy is pretty absurd. Abuse is a habitual pattern of controlling and belittling behavior by someone with more (actual or perceived) power over another, Octavia had no power over Bellamy at all; Bellamy had an insane amount of power over her that he constantly abuses to isolate and control her.

2.) Bellamy supposedly goes to the ground to “protect” Octavia but his means of doing so are abusive and controlling. In season 1 alone; Bellamy uses physical intimidation and manhandling against Octavia several times, he terrorizes a harmless teenager (remember how he’s a grown ass adult? Yikes...) to keep him away from Octavia who was enjoying his company, then he tortures a man in front of her while she begs him to stop because he doesn’t care about her opinions (more in 4) and he’s the leader of The 100 so he can.

3.) The whole “my sister, my responsibility” thing that everyone thinks is so cute? Yeah, that’s emotional abuse. A figure of authority repeating to a child that they are a burden for existing is disgusting and so, so harmful. That phrase is a reinforcement of the more vicious things Bellamy has said “Mom was floated for having you, she’s dead because you’re alive!” and “My life ended the day you were born!”

4.) Bellamy is constantly belittling, dismissing, and patronizing all of Octavia’s opinions and identity.

“You turned this place into a story from your childhood. I mean, the red queen? It’s a joke.”

I’m not saying that Blodreina was a positive identity for Octavia, but it was something she was forced (remember, she didn’t seek power like Bellamy and Clarke did) to become to survive. Octavia was a mentally ill teenage girl with very limited exposure to the world who has never had any power in her entire life, and suddenly she was responsible for saving the human race. How fucking dare Bellamy mock her for basing her leadership off of stories WHAT THE HELL ELSE WOULD SHE BASE IT OF OFF???

Bellamy had a job and a life on The Arc, Octavia never left her room and had no way of seeing the outside world except through stories. She has literally no reference for ruling, or anything else, except those stories and her brief time with the Grounders. Fuck you and your privilege, Bellamy.

On top of that, Octavia actually did save the human race. That “joke” kept humanity alive.

“It is time to stop playing Grounder before you get yourself hurt.”

Yes, how dare she identify with the only people who have ever accepted her and treated her like a human being. How about you stop “playing” Nazi before you get us everyone killed. Seriously, Octavia is not allowed to disagree with Bellamy without him grabbing her arm and talking down to her like she’s a toddler throwing a tantrum.

5.) As soon as Octavia is in a position of power, one she didn’t even ask for, Bellamy’s abuse gets progressively crueler because he’s trying to regain control. He starts actively using Octavia’s mental illness against her and literally suicide baits her several times.

There is NO excuse. None at all. To tell someone who is severely mentally ill, traumatized, and an active suicide risk that “I wish you were dead” and “you’re already dead”. Trying to push someone to suicide and using someone’s mental illness to hurt them, let alone your own sister, is one of the most evil things you can do. The fact that so much of the fandom ignores this genuinely makes me sick.

Bellamy chooses those words because he knows that is what will hurt Octavia the most and he wants to hurt her. Bellamy has heard Octavia say that she’s already dead when she’s at her lowest points, he knows that those are the words that haunt her and drive her to want to kill herself, and that’s why he uses them as a weapon. Notice that he says them multiple times and at very purposeful times, this is not something he yelled once when he was angry; we see him calmly make the choice to say these things to her several times when he is losing control and wants to break her back down to the helpless little girl who was always happy to see him because of her Stockholm Syndrome.

6.) I think trying to MURDER Octavia THREE FUCKING TIMES deserves its own point. Bellamy poisons Octavia, he suicide baits her and let’s her go through with it (someone else stops her, Bellamy makes no move to), and then he leaves her to die with a lovely extra “My sister is dead” for the road.

7.) Octavia spends most of season 6 groveling and trying to “earn” back Bellamy’s love and we see clearly that “earning” Bellamy’s love means being utterly powerless and subservient. Bellamy loved Octavia when she was a captive little girl but suddenly he can’t produce an ounce of human decency towards her? And don’t give me some “but she’s Blodreina” like Mr. Nazi has any room to judge Octavia for becoming a dictator out of desperation when she didn’t know what else to do and she was forced in a very, very difficult leadership position that she never wanted and all of humanity relied on.

My point is basically that Bellamy’s love is conditional, he holds it over Octavia’s head like a fucking dog treat. He wants “his sister” back but what does that mean? He wants back the scared little girl who couldn’t leave one room and was entirely dependent on him. It’s Octavia having autonomy that Bellamy hates, not her being “evil” because Bellamy is 500x as evil as Octavia and I will die on that hill. You’re telling me that Bellamy of all people is soooo upset that his sister was forced to kill some people in the context of war and keeping humanity alive? As if Bellamy isn’t a mass murderer who has killed way more people for way less. Give me a fucking break. “Octavia is dead” because Bellamy’s victim is dead and he can’t handle that.

But, please, do tell me again how two isolated incidents over six years apart from each other that are both the direct consequences of Bellamy’s autonomous choices make Octavia “eMoTiOnAllY AbUsIvE tO pOoR WitTlE BeLl”.

#anti bellamy blake #octavia blake #pro octavia blake #pro blodreina #octavia defense squad

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wondersofdreaming · 5 years ago

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Let’s get the party started!

Characters: Henry Cavill times 26 x female reader

Word count: 2.288

Warnings: Alcohol intake. Drunkenness. Hollering. Catcalling. Lack of confidence-ish. Teasing. A teeny tiny sexual encounter that isn’t written but hinted.

Author’s note: This is somewhat of a prequel to my emotion series. The scoring is pure fiction, so please don’t be offended or think I scored too low on your favourite Henry-character.

You can find my emotion series here: MASTERLIST

I do not own any of the characters in this flash fiction besides the reader, her dog, and friends, who are figments of my imagination.

Tag: @littlefreya @katerka88 @mitzwinchester @hell1129-blog

Feedback is appreciated.

The day started with you waking up to someone knocking hard on your front door. You had been asleep. Your big bear of a fiancé was softly snoring next to you, not hearing a thing.

“I wish I was a deep sleeper like you, love.” You whispered to him, grabbed a robe and walked towards the door with the dogs right behind you.

The knocking got louder, and you could hear yelling on the other side.

“I’m coming, geez, take a chill pill.” You said and opened the door. You were attacked by your future sisters- and brothers-in-law, and a large crowd of your and Henry’s close friends.

“Morning sleepyhead. My key didn’t work, so we had to knock. Where’s Supes?” Jason, a good friend, asked.

“Still sleeping. Wait, you have a key?” You asked pushing at his chest, which was harder than you thought since he was the size of your fiancé.

“Yeah, got one from Supes last year, when he locked himself out.”

Jason moved you and wandered down to your bedroom, where you heard a scream. Jason had jumped on top of Henry, who showed hundreds of emotions in matters of seconds.

“J, what are you doing here?” Henry asked as he managed to push his bearded friend to the floor.

“It’s your bachelor party!” Henry’s older brother declared.

“And your bachelorette party.” Your colleague, Cecilia, told you.

“So, you two take a shower, separately please, get dressed and meet us in the living room in 30 minutes.” Selena, another colleague of yours, said as she walked towards the kitchen.

“We’ll feed the dogs. Dress comfortably.” One of your sisters-in-law yelled from down the hall. Cecilia shoved you into the bedroom and pulled Jason out the room before she closed the door.

You looked confused at Henry.

“What just happened?” You asked and went to sit on the edge of the bed. Henry pulled you into his broad chest and kissed your temple.

“I think we’re having a joined bachelor and bachelorette party in our house, love.” He chuckled.

“Oh boy, I saw at least twenty people out there.”

“Let’s go shower and see who has arrived, don’t stress, darling.”

“We don’t hear any water running!” Another one of your sisters-in-law said through the closed door.

“We’re going!” You yelled, you heard snickering and someone mentioning ‘morning sex’ as they moved away from your bedroom.

You shook your head and leaned into your fiancé’s embrace.

“If we’re quiet, we can shower together and have a little fun,” he whispered into your ear. You scrambled to the master bathroom with Henry right behind you.

40 minutes later you walked into a transformed living room. Your friends and family had attached banners with half-naked men and women on every available wall. Cecilia threw a sash over your head that said ‘Bride-to-be’, while the one she put on Henry said: ‘Groom in training’.

The sofa had been moved to the wall, the coffee table switched with the dining room table, and had been filled with drinks and snacks. You saw beer everywhere and lots of tequila.

“Come on guys, it’s barely noon and you want to do shots now?” You whined.

“No, we’re making lunch first, the tequila is for later,” Selena told you and put a plastic tiara on top of your wet hair.

“I had no idea your hair was curly too, shorty.” Jason teased. He threw an arm over Henry’s shoulders and gave him a tight squeeze, while he pulled you into his chest with the other arm. “You two are my best friends, and I’m so happy you’re getting married to each other.”

“Thanks, J. It means a lot coming from you.” You said.

Your friends had turned the backyard into a party place, lucky for them that the weather was nice and sunny. You all sat down with open-faced sandwiches on rye bread, not the bread made purely of rye flour, no, this was rye bread filled with sunflower seeds, dark and delicious.

“And for those who aren’t into the bride’s rye bread, we have normal sandwiches and the grill is on, so we can make sausages and burgers as well.” Henry’s older brother announced.

“You know that rye bread is healthy for you, right? It boosts your immune system and is low in calories.” You retorted with a smile.

An hour into the backyard party, some of the men had pulled out a projector and a blank white screen. You and Henry were pushed onto the two chairs in the middle of everything. Your loved ones surrounded you as Cecilia went to stand next to the white screen, she had a little black remote in one hand.

“May I have everyone’s attention please?” She started, everyone started quieting down. “Thank you. Well, first of all, thank you all for coming to this joint bachelor and bachelorette party for these two turtledoves.” She motioned towards the two of you. “We decided to join these two parties, as most of us have busy schedules, and this was the only available time you all had. So, let’s get to it. Pass down the drinks, especially towards the bride-to-be, she’s going to need it.”

Cecilia held up her beer and cheered with everyone.

“Now, our beautiful bride-to-be here was born on an island far, far away.” A picture of you as a baby appeared on the screen.

“NO! Where did you find that picture?” You screeched, horrified that people were looking at you as a toddler with your curly hair and a mischievous look in your eyes.

“We called your family, and they were generous enough to send a tonne of photos of you. Now be quiet.” Selena said. You laughed and shook your head, defeated.

“I’m ready for those tequila shots now!” You said and motioned for the bottles of tequila in the living room. Jason laughed and handed you a bottle with a few shot-glasses. You downed two shots before Cecilia continued. Your entire life was shown on the screen, from your toddler days to when you became a teenager, you had a rebellious period, where you wore black, dyed your hair black, wore black nail polish and so forth. Then the pictures changed into your twenties when you met Henry, and the last picture was of when he proposed on the beach.

“And that concludes our bride’s story. Now onto a fun game. The bride and groom are going to have a little contest on which look through the ages is better.”

You groaned, already thinking you knew where this was headed but you were pleasantly surprised. Selena handed you and Henry a mini chalkboard each and some chalk.

“Let’s first, take a drink for the lovely couple!”

“CHEERS!”

“This is Henry in ‘Laguna’ from circa 2001, now give this look a score from zero to five, where five is the best score. These are gifs by the way.”

You squealed.

“Aw, look at you, honey. Baby Henry.” You teased. Henry just huffed as his brothers and friends laughed at him.

You gave it a 5, while Henry gave it a 2.

“Interesting, now onto the next Henry-look. This is from ‘The Count of Monte Cristo’ around 2002.”

You gave it another 5, while Henry was still on a score of 2.

“And this is from the series ‘The Inspector Lynley Mysteries’, also 2002.”

Another 5 from you, and 2 from Henry.

“This is from the movie ‘Goodbye, Mr. Chips’, again, 2002.”

You looked long and hard before you just showed your 5, Henry was still on a 2.

“From ‘I Capture the Castle’ in 2003.”

You continued the 5, Henry still on the 2.

“This is from the series ‘Midsomer Murders’, from 2003.”

“You two are definitely going to have very curly-haired babies.” Jason teased from behind you, ruffling your semi-dried hair.

You giggled and showed your number 5, Henry didn’t budge on his 2.

“This movie is called ‘Hellraiser: Hellworld’ from 2005.”

You turned your chalkboard, still, a 5, and Henry showed his 2.

“And this is from ‘Tristan & Isolde’ premiered in 2006.”

You showed another 5, while Henry continuously showed his 2.

“‘Red Riding Hood’ from 2006.”

“Look at those pearly whites.” Another friend howled from the back.

Another 5 from you and another 2 from Henry.

“And here he is with reddish hair in ‘Stardust’ from 2007.”

The entire crowd laughed, even Henry had to release a burst of roaring laughter, where he leaned backwards and grabbed his chest. He dabbed his eyes with his sleeve as tears were about to spill.

You gave that look another 5, while Henry deleted his 2 and changed it to a 1.

“Moving on to ‘Whatever Works’ from 2009.”

You nearly swooned at the smile young Henry was giving you from the screen.You wrote down another 5, while Henry changed his 1 to a 2.

“This is from ‘Blood Creek’ in 2009.”

You showed your 5, which was turning bigger and slobbier the more tequila you drank, while Henry’s score continued to be 2.

“And we move on to ‘The Tudors’ series, there’s going to be a new gif from each season. This is from season 1.”

With the first one, you scored it another 5, while Henry continued his 2. He was being really hard on his own looks. You had to have a stern talking to him when you were sober.

“Season 2.”

You gave it another 5, Henry was still stubborn on his 2.

“Season 3.”

You continued your 5, and Henry continued his 2.

“Season 4.”

“Holy moly!” You let out.

“What?” Henry asked.

“I just forgot how hot you look with a man bun thing and a beard.” You hiccupped, obviously very drunk.

You scored it another 5, and Henry gave it a 3, having gotten a little confidence boost from you.

“This is from the movie ‘Immortals’, premiered in 2011.”

“I love that movie! I love Greek mythology in general.” You slurred and showed your 5, while Henry kept his 3.

“A movie with Bruce Willis, ‘The Cold Light of Day’ from 2012.”

“Babe, your smile is panty-melting.” You giggled.

You kept your 5, while Henry deleted his 3 and wrote down 4.

“And since Henry had three looks in one movie, and he played this character in three movies so far, there’ll be three gifs. This is the first from ‘Man of Steel’ premiered in 2013.”

You sucked in your breath and waved your chalkboard with the 5 on it, Henry deleted the 4 and wrote 3,5.

“Number two.”

You obviously continued with the 5, while Henry stubbornly showed his 3,5.

“Number three.”

Both your scores didn’t change.

“This is from ‘The Man from U.N.C.L.E.’ premiered in 2015.”

“My favourite movie so far!” You hollered.

You deleted your 5 and wrote down 6.

“You can’t write 6, 5 is the highest you can score.” Cecilia laughed.

“I don’t care about your rules. I’m the fucking bride, and if I say that Henry’s ‘Napoleon Solo’-look is a freaking 6, then it’s a freaking 6.”

“Whatever the bride wants the bride will get, Napoleon is a 6.”

“Thank you.”

Henry changed his score to a 4. He kissed your temple; happy you loved that movie.

“From ‘Sand Castle’ premiered in 2017.”

You wrote down a 5, which surprised everyone. Henry gave you a shocked look.

“I still love that movie, but the fact that you shaved your head without talking to me about it, pissed me off a little. The beard is a bonus point though.” You giggled and downed another shot. By this time, you had already drunk half a bottle of tequila by yourself, without lime and salt.

Henry wrote down another 4.

“This doesn’t need an introduction but premiered in 2018.”

You almost drooled. You had loved that moustache on him. It had changed the aura around him during filming, but he had still been your goofy boyfriend at the same time.

You wrote 6, Henry wrote 4,5.

“And some know this as ‘Nomis’ other’s as ‘Night Hunter’, it still premiered in 2018.”

You catcalled at the photo, making everyone laugh. You deleted the 6 and wrote 7, while Henry wrote 4.

“And last but not least from the series ‘The Witcher’ from 2019.”

“One million billion trillion…” You cheered and took another shot. The alcohol clearly going to your brain. Everyone laughed, while most of the women awed at the head-tilt Geralt did in the gif.

The rest of the evening was a blur for you. Alcohol was consumed and pizzas were ordered around dinner time. Around midnight you were ready to collapse anywhere, you could have fallen asleep while standing up, you were that drunk. Henry, who could handle his alcohol intake, threw you over his shoulder and carried you into the bedroom.

You were already snoring loudly before your head hit the pillows. Henry removed your clothes and with a little luck, he managed to put you into one of his T-shirts that you loved to sleep in. Your dogs walked in and jumped on the bed, cuddling close to your sleeping body.

“Goodnight, my love,” Henry whispered. He kissed your forehead and walked out to the still ongoing party. Most of the women had gone to sleep in the tents that had been put up in the backyard, and the men had rid the dining table for bottles and snacks and were setting up for what looked like advanced beer pong.

“It’s a fusion game between beer pong and flip cup. Losers have to down a whole can of Guinness.” Jason answered Henry’s confused look.

“Alright, I’m assuming we’re on different teams?” Henry smiled.

“Oh yeah! Let the game begin!”

#Henry Cavill #This man #Henry x reader #Henry x female reader #Henry Cavill x reader #Henry Cavill x female reader #Short Story #Fanfiction #My story #Mine #I need a drink #Henry Cavill times 26 #Let’s get the party started!#henry cavill fanfic

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bellemorte180 · 5 years ago

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Hey Darling! Just wondering if you could do me the absolute honor of writing me a oneshot/drabble about original!klaroline and how all the mikaelsons have a special bond with her and see her as family.. want to see how the family see how important she is in not only Klaus life but all of them.. Bonus points if Caroline calls him Nik/Niklaus.💗💗 Will love u forever!💗

Hello! I am combing this request with this one: Hey! Dont know if you’re still taking drabbles request for mothers day! But I would love an Original!Caroline where all Mikaelsons protect her and see her as family. I love the idea that her and Kol would be bestfriends.

Both are from anonymous people:

Drabble number six: Based in the universe of my story “If I Die Before I Wake”. You can read that first on A03 or this can be a stand alone read.

Rebekah

“Does this dress make me look fat?” Rebekah asked, admiring herself in the mirror of the small boutique that she dragged Caroline to. Ever since Caroline was awoken from her magical sleep, Rebekah rarely had time to spend time with her sister-in-law; Nik taking up all of her time. That and Stefan finally made a decision between Rebekah and Elena, Rebekah being his final choice. She needed her best friend to help her choose a dress that would knock Stefan off his feet.

“I like the green one better. It brings out your eyes.” Caroline replied, circling Rebekah and gazing at her with a critical eye; trying to find a hint of fault, because if Rebekah was going to have a happy ending, there could not be one. She had hoped that Marcel would be Rebekah’s happy ending but if this Stefan was the man she chose, then Caroline was going to do her best to make Rebekah look drop dead gorgeous.

“Do you not think it is a bit short?”

“Apparently that is what women wear in this century.”

“Scandalous.” Rebekah tossed is a salacious tone. Caroline chuckled, resting her head against Rebekah’s shoulder; looking at their reflection in the mirror. Rebekah raised her hand to grasp Caroline’s. “I’m so happy you’re home with us. Nik was a nightmare without you beside him, but we all were so lost. You really are the heart of this family.”

“I promised Nik that I would never leave him again.” Caroline whispered. “That I would never leave any of you again.”

Kol

“Darling!” Kol’s loud voice echoed through the manor and Caroline could not help but roll her eyes as she poured herself a cup of hot tea. Kol was always mischievous, even as a human. However, whenever he wanted something, Caroline found that he could be very sweet and persuasive with his words. Yet, Caroline was one of the few women who Kol was not related to by blood that did not fall for it. “Nik told me that you gave a little witch your number, with the promise of a favor.”

“I provided Bonnie with my number, yes.” Caroline replied with narrowed eyes. Kol shot her a look with his puppy dog eyes that had covens of witches bending to his will. Caroline tossed him a humorless laugh and shook her head. “No. Absolutely not.”

“Come now. I think she likes me.”

“From what Freya as stated, I think Bonnie has higher standards that you could not possibly live up to.”

“Ouch. That hurt.” Kol pressed a hand to his heart, pretending to be wounded by her words. Caroline did not buy it. “I think that I have grown on her. She asked all sorts of magical questions that I was more than happy to answer. I think there are more delicious things that I could teach her. Hey! Where are you going?”

“Away from you.” Caroline chuckled and left the kitchen; hearing Kol’s laughter behind her. “I’ll think about speaking to Bonnie the next time I see her, but I make no promises.”

“Missed you too Caroline.”

Elijah

“Elijah, I need a favor.” Caroline stated, strolling into the home office he made for himself. She did not knock but she never did. Elijah always felt like the older brother she never had and secretly wanted. She once confided him Elijah a secret that the only other person who knew was Nik. Elijah never spoke about the child she lost when they were turned, and it bonded them in a way that neither expected.

“Yes, Caroline?”

“Nadia. I need to track her down.” Caroline replied, dropping onto one of the leather chairs that was stationed behind his big oak desk. She crossed her feet at her ankles and perched there elegantly while Elijah peered at her over his paperwork about the Mikaelson family finances. “Hopefully she is still alive. I kind of want to rip her heart out in front of Katerina. Although, I might just lock them in the tomb for a few years together to bond first.”

“You want to use Nadia to torture Katerina?” Elijah sighed and stood from his desk, walking around it before perching on the front of it. “I understand your desire to seek revenge, but Nadia had nothing to do with Katerina’s actions. Katerina did not even know that Nadia was still alive.”

“I turned Nadia for the sole purpose of using her as leverage one day.” Caroline replied in a simple tone. She eyed Elijah curiously, her eyes narrowing. “Oh no. Please do not tell me you’re still in love with her? Isn’t there someone out there that is not a doppelganger that you can fall in love with? They never treated you like you deserve. Either one of them.” Elijah looked at her in contemplation for a few moments before nodding in agreement. Caroline stood quickly and kissed him on his cheek. “Thank you!”

“Give me a week. I’ll have her found. That will give you time to plan exactly how you want to torture her.” Caroline smiled brightly and for a moment, Elijah thought that the room seemed just a bit brighter. She turned to leave the office until Elijah called after her. “Caroline. I stopped loving Katerina the day she took you from us.”

The smile that Caroline shot Elijah was wide and beaming.

Finn

Caroline was sitting outside the Mystic Grill, waiting for Bonnie to meet her, when her mobile phone rang; showing an unknown number. Cellphones were still a new concept to Caroline, having been in a magical coma when they were invented. Biting her lip, Caroline picked up the device and pressed it to her ear.

“Hello?”

“Caroline?” A voice she had not heard in over nine-hundred years sounded on the other end. She paused thinking about the last time she heard that voice. It had been in Italy; the night before the Five daggered them all and Nik went into a murderous rage. Nik spent fifty years tormented by hallucinations and pulling the dagger out of the eldest Mikaelson brother never occurred to them.

“Finn?”

“I wasn’t sure if you would answer. These devices are a marvel.” Finn chuckled and Caroline was flabbergasted at the sound. As far as she could remember, Finn never laughed for as long as she had known him. “I found Sage and she helped me contact Freya. She told me that you’re awake and I wanted to hear your voice for myself.” Caroline’s eyes were wide, and she was about to respond but Finn pressed on. “I was hoping that you would do something for me.”

“Um. Sure?” Caroline’s voice was high pitched, completely unsure where this was going. Finn and Caroline had never been close. Even when they were human and she had married Nik, Finn was nothing more than Nik’s brother who sometimes ate meals with them. “What is it?”

“Sage and I are going to travel for a while. I do not think I will be seeing my siblings for a long time. Nine hundred years is a long time to have a dagger in my chest. I could hear them, when they were near, but they never pulled the dagger out.”

“Neither did I.” Caroline replied. “If anyone could have done it and not faced Nik’s wrath, it would have been me. I could have begged him to pull it out and he would have for the simple fact that I requested it; but not once did I ask him to do it.”

“True.” Finn answered her. “But you and I never really considered each other family. It wasn’t your place.” Caroline thought on Finn’s words and he was correct on that account. “All I need from you is to care for them and maybe on occasion, let me know how they are. I’m angry at them and will be for a long time, but that does not mean I do not care.”

“Just a phone call every now and then?” Caroline asked and Finn confirmed her assumption. She thought on it and for all intense of purposes, it was an easy thing he was asking. “I’ll save your number. I call every decade or so.” Caroline heard a soft breath on the other line. “Give Sage my love. I did like her.”

“You’re the only one who ever did.”

Freya

“There are moments when I see you practicing magic and it reminds me of Esther.” Caroline muttered one day as she watched Freya preform a spell in the middle of a circle made of salt and candles. Freya narrowed her eyes at Caroline. “Just saying. I’ve seen Esther preform magic a good bit when we were human and the two of you are kind of similar.”

“That is not a compliment.” Freya replied with steel eyes. Caroline went out of her way to get to know Freya, even though the unexpected Mikaelson sibling had a hard exterior. It took Caroline getting Freya incredibly drunk one night one red wine that she was able to really get to know her. Since then they had a friendship that centered around insults that neither one of the women meant.

“Just being honest.”

“You know, when I spent over a century helping Nik break the sleeping curse, I never expected you to be so annoying.” Freya bit back but her tone lacked bit. Caroline laughed, tossing her blonde hair back. “You know, the way he spoke, one would have thought you hung the sun or something.”

“Maybe I did.” Caroline could see the hint of a smile creeping onto Freya’s lips. She walked over to the salt circle and looked down at Freya who was sitting in the middle of it; legs crossed. “I came in here because I realized that I never properly thank you.” Freya looked at her confused. “For helping Nik. Keeping him sane. Or, at least as sane as you could have. I know it could not have been easy. He can be a bit testy at times.”

“At times? He is like a bloodthirsty toddler on a good day.” Caroline snorted at the accurate description of her husband. “But he is family. I wanted a family for so long that I wasn’t going to turn them away, especially when they needed help. Although, it was Kol who broke me out of that conclave in the Vatican so you really should be thanking him.”

“Oh, I will.” Caroline replied, thinking about Bonnie.

“And I meant what I said about family. We are all a part of this family. At least to me.” Freya added, shifting uncomfortably; getting far too close to real feelings for her liking. “Even annoying blonde vampires who have a tendency to fall victims to sleeping curses.”

“Hey! I’m not the only blonde in this family who was under a sleeping curse!” Caroline all but yelled in indication. Freya laughed lightly and shook her head. “But thank you for the sentiment. I appreciate it. And I feel the same about you. You’re my new sister. Warts and all.”

“Rude.” Freya said simply. “Now get out. I have a spell to do.”

Nik

Caroline laid across the king-sized bed, her head tossed back, eyes closed and mouth half open. Her legs were spread wide and Nik’s tongue worked between them. Her hips were being held down by his hands while Caroline’s fingers gripped at Nik’s blonde curls. She bit her; whimpering as her back arched and she came against his tongue.

“Nik!” She called his name as spasms overtook her body. Nik kissed up her body as she came down from her high. His teeth nipped at her nipples and his lips sucked at her collarbone. He settled between her legs while Caroline wrapped them around his waist. She brought his lips to hers, tasting her juices on his tongue.

“I love you.” Nik breathed as they broke apart. He rested his forehead against hers. “I cannot get enough of you. I went almost a century and a half without you. It was too long to be apart. There are so many things I wished to show you. Paris, it has changed since we were last there. You would love it.”

“Then take me there.” Caroline whimpered as Nik’s penis brushed against her clit. “Please Nik. I need you.” Not being able to deny her any longer, Nik slid into Caroline’s heat; groaning at the sensation. Ever since the moment he gave into her demands to have him after she awoke from her magically induced coma, Nik had not been able to keep his hands off of her. He was constantly touching her, holding her, feeling her and loving her. Caroline knew that it was a mixture of his love and desire for her but also reassurance that she was still with him. “Yes! Nik!”

His movements where slow as he gazed down into her eyes face; drinking in each expression. He kissed her eyelids as they fluttered shut or nipped at her neck when she tilted her head back. He pressed their foreheads together as he rolled his hips; hitting that sensitive spot inside her that caused Caroline to grip at his shoulders. She dragged her nails down his back, causing him to bleed. She cried out his name has her orgasm hit and Nik drank in every ounce of her pleasure; unable to look away. His own release hit hard, and he spilled himself inside her.

Once their breathing calmed down, Nik rolled off of her and laid on his back. He grasped her hand, refusing to let go of it. Caroline moved over, resting her head against his chest and closed her eyes. She listened to his heartbeat and felt Nik kiss the top of her head.

“I can’t lose you. Not again.” He whispered into her blonde locks. Her return was fresh and new; only a few weeks old. She knew that it would take a while for Nik to be able to squash that fear of her being taken from him. It was why he held her tighter, loved her gentler and looked at her as though she hung the moon for him.

“You won’t. I’m not leaving. Ever.”

#klaroline drabbles #klaroline fanfiction

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msjr0119 · 5 years ago

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What took you so long?

One Shot

I’m missing writing about Drake and Riley, so decided to post this One Shot.

Liam had been assassinated, Drake had left Cordonia before this. He had heard from Savannah about his friend- he felt guilty not returning. Someone had blackmailed him to not return, with only his sister knowing the truth. Leo had taken over the throne in place of his brother due to there being no heir....

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******

Drake arrived back into Cordonia, after three years away. He was returning for his sister’s wedding to the Duke of Ramsford. Nerves were hitting him like a ton of bricks. Three years ago, Anton bribed him to leave- threatening to take murder his sister and nephew if he didn’t. Drake would do anything for his family. At this point, he didn’t realise what Anton’s future motives were. Anton wanted Drake out of the country, he spent years planning how he going to assassinate the King- but Drake would defend and save his friends life. Drake was the “spanner in the works”.

Drake got in his truck to drive up to Ramsford, he knew he couldn’t let Savannah down. She had let him know that King Leo had eventually caught Anton and that he was safe to return- he shouldn’t fear coming home.

On arrival, the manor looked beautiful. The sun was shining. His little sister was finally getting married. Savannah and Bertrand had postponed the wedding, due to the tragic circumstances regarding Liam. The country was still in shock about losing Liam, the first couple of years everyone mourned their loss.

Drake parked up, and slowly walked into the grounds. He had wondered what people had said behind his back about his disappearance. Hoping that no one would have berated Savannah on his behalf.

“Drake!”

Drake was knocked out of his trance as his little sister ran over to him jumping into his arms.

“Hey, Sav. I’ve missed you.”

“We’ve all missed you too! Bartie is eager to see his uncle..”

Savannah lead Drake to where everyone was sat- they all looked at Drake as if they had seen a ghost. He felt like he couldn’t go through this. After the initial shock, everyone provided him with a soft smile. He now knew that Savannah had come clean about his disappearance.

“Uncle Drake!” Bartie shouted as he jumped into his uncle’s big arms.

“Hey buddy! You’ve grown up so much. I’ve missed you.”

Drake let the boy down. And looked at him in awe. His handsome nephew had grown up and he had missed all those precious moments. Before anyone spoke to him, he needed a bit of Dutch courage- whiskey. Turning around he stumbled as a little toddler bumped into him.

Drake bent down to see if the little boy was hurt. As he bent down, he stared into the little boys piercing baby blues. It was as if he was looking at a mirror image of the Rhys brother’s when they were younger. His heart sank. This reminder made him think back about his best friend who had lost his life.

“Are you okay little man? I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there.”

The little boy, looked at the stranger nervously, bit his lip and nodded politely.

“Liam. Liam. Hey, uncle Drake. This is my friend Liam.”

Someone in court had named their child after the previous monarch. Emotions were running high. If only Drake had of informed everyone that he was onto Anton.

“Hey Drake!” Leo said before picking up the little boy.

“How’s my favourite boy?”

The little boy sucked his thumb and snuggled into Leo’s chest.

“Hey Leo, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. Sav told us the truth. We would have all done the same for our family. And Liam knew his time was coming. He changed the law before he passed so I could take over the throne even though I had abdicated. We all miss him. But he will be looking down on us all proud.”

Drake had assumed that Leo was still with Beth and that the little boy was their child. Drake couldn’t stop looking at the little boy- he wondered what other secrets he had missed.

“Look Liam, mommy is back.”

Drake followed Leo’s gaze, there she stood. Her natural brown curls, her big smile, the beauty radiating around her- his breath caught.

Brooks, he whispered.

“Hey baby! I’ve missed you.”

Riley was oblivious of Drake’s presence as she kissed her child sweetly. She turned around and froze. Drake mimicked her actions. He saw her baby blues roam up and down his body- she should have known he would be back for his sister’s wedding but the shock had taken over.

“Walker. Nice to see you again.”

“You too Brooks. You look beau.... well.”

Riley nodded, avoiding his gaze. They had history. They had a one night stand in Vegas, before he left.

“See you at the wedding, Walker. Come on Liam.”

Riley grabbed her son’s hand it was time to get ready into his little tuxedo. She walked off into the manor. Drake’s gaze never left her.

*****

Drake went to get ready, he had kept an envelope in his bag unopened from all those years ago- it had a royal stamp on it. He knew it was from Liam. Since his passing, Drake was tempted to open it but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Savannah walked in, and saw her brother crying onto the envelope.

“Drake? Are you okay?”

Drake looked at his sister in her wedding dress. He wiped his tears quickly- he didn’t want his sister to witness him being an emotional wreck on her wedding day.

“Wow, Sav! You look absolutely beautiful.”

“Don’t avoid my question Drake. You snarl. You don’t cry. You’re the grump in court. What’s up?”

Drake handed Savannah the letter- his hand shaking uncontrollably, she noticed the time stamp on it.

“Do you want to open it? It’s from Liam. Or I can open it?”

“I can’t bring myself to open it Sav. Can you do it?”

Savannah slowly opened the letter.. she covered her mouth.

Dear Drake,

I have a feeling why you are not with us. I believe that reason, is Anton. Myself and my guards are trying our best to retain him. He is too cunning. I have a feeling my time is running out. If you are reading this, I am probably gone. You are my best friend and always will be. But I need you to return. I’ve recently changed the laws- Leo will take over my reign even though he previously abdicated. I need you to come back. Myself and Riley are expecting a baby. I know you love her as much as I do. I need you to look after her and my baby. You need to bring the baby up with her.

I’ll always love you my brother.

Liam x

Savannah read the letter out loud. Both her and Drake froze in shock. Drake felt guilt stab him constantly in the heart. Liam had lost his life, Drake wasn’t there to protect him. He had lost out on watching his son grow up.

“Brooks won’t want that. I will stay and keep an eye on her- for Liam’s sake. Come on Sav. Ignore this for now. This is your day.”

*****

The wedding went off without a hitch. The country had united for a happy event for the first time in years. The nanny eventually arrived to collect all the children- it was the start of the evening do and it was well passed the young nobles bedtimes.

Drake noticed Riley was overly protective over Liam Jr leaving with the nanny- of course she would be. His dad died protecting the both of them. Savannah nudged him and encouraged him to go and talk to her. Drake nodded, nervously he walked over to Riley.

“Hey, Brooks.”

“Hey, Walker.”

“He’s Liam’s double. He is so handsome. Li would be proud. You’ve raised him well.” Shit that sounds patronising, Walker sort your shit out.

“Liam will be proud, you’re right. I know, he doesn’t look anything like me.”

“Oh he does. He bites his lip like you do. He may not have your looks, but he definitely has your facial expressions.”

“Yeah he does do that doesn’t he.”

“I’m sorry, I let you all down.”

“Drake don’t. It’s fine. We all know why you left. Don’t blame yourself, please.”

Drake heard the music begin. He believed it would be rude of them to both stand in the corner. He plucked up some courage....“Lady Riley, would you do me the honour in joining me for a dance?”

“Of course, Sir Walker. But I thought you didn’t dance?”

“You’re the only person I’ve danced with- and you forced me into that.”

“Well someone had to.”

Riley felt content for the first time in years. Laughing and joking with her friend who had just returned to Cordonia. She had missed him. She had missed his sarcastic manner. There was no one in court that was like him.

“Ri, thank you for the dance....”

Ri- he never called her by her first name. She thought he wanted to continue speaking, but he abruptly stopped.

“Thank you for asking. Are you okay? It seemed like you wanted to say something else?”

Drake took a deep breath. He wanted to talk to her about the letter.

“I know you probably don’t want to talk about Li, but I need to speak to you about something.”

“I don’t mind talking about him. It’s good to talk about him.”

Drake bit his lip, placing his hands in his pockets avoiding Riley’s gaze. She put a hand on his arm, the other hand lift his chin up so she was his focus. He noticed that her eyes became tearful.

“Drake?”

“Riley, this isn’t easy to say. He sent me a letter. I never opened it... I couldn’t bring myself to do it... I opened it today. Liam’s last wish was for me to protect the two of you... he said he knew his time was coming...”

“Drake... I know about the letter. He left me one too. He wanted you to come back, to love the two of us. To help me bring Liam Jr up. I know... are you staying in Cordonia?”

“I am. It’s now my responsibility to look after you both... if you’ll let me. I feel I owe it to Liam.”

Riley wrapped her arms around Drake. Staring deeply into his earthy eyes- her baby blues sparkled for the first time that day.

“I will always love Liam. And his child knows who his dad is - and always will do. But I also loved you. He knew that. That’s why he asked you to protect and love us.”

Before Drake could react, Riley pulled him in for sweet longing kiss. When they parted- Drake stared at her, smiling. He was going to protect them both, until he died.

“What took you so long to return Walker?”

#theroyalromance #choices trr #riley brooks #drakewalker #drake x riley #liam rhys #leo rhys #savannah walker

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boat-full-of-lotus-pods · 6 years ago

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MDZS Chapter 86. “Core” Part 8

You gotta bring your boyfriend to the place where you grew up

Wei WuXian, “Is there any evidence for everything you’ve said?”

After a pause, Sisi replied, “No. But if I’ve spoken even one line of falsehood, then let my body rot and be buried without a full corpse!”

Sect Leader Yao interjected immediately, “Her story is too detailed to be a lie!”

Frowning, Lan QiRen turned to the other woman, “I believe I’ve seen you before.”

The woman seemed alarmed, “P-perhaps we’ve met.”

Some people were startled by this admission, ‘Sisi is a prostitute. Is this woman a prostitute as well? How could Lan QiRen have known her?’

The woman continued, “During the LaolingQin Sect’s discussion conference, I had accompanied my madam.”

A female cultivator with sharp eyes named her, “You are……Bi Cao, Madam Qin’s handmaid Bi Cao! Is that right?”

The Madam Qin she was referring to was the wife of Qin CangYe, the mother of Jin GuangYao’s late wife Qin Su. The woman nodded, “But I am no longer with the Qin Sect.”

Sect Leader Yao exclaimed with vigor, “Do you have something to tell us as well?”

With red-rimmed eyes, Bi Cao replied, “What I’m about to tell takes place a bit earlier, around twelve to thirteen years ago.”

“I had served Madam Qin for many years and had watched Maiden A-Su grew up. Madam loved A-Su dearly and always looked out for her. But around the time of Young Madam Su’s wedding, the Madam’s mood was always down. She had nightmares almost every night, and wept a lot during the day. At the time, I’d thought it was because her daughter was getting married and that she was sad to see her leave, so I’d comfort her and tell her that Young Madam’s husband was a nice young man with a good position and a good temperament. He was an earnest, loyal man who would make the Young Madam happy. But everytime I said these things, Madam would become even sadder.”

“A few days before the wedding, Madam suddenly told me one evening that she needed to go see Young Madam Su’s future husband. And that she needed to go see him immediately, and asked me to accompany her. I said, “If you want to see him you can summon him, Madam. Why would we go to a young man’s place in secret in the middle of the night and draw suspicion on ourselves if someone hears about it?” But Madam insisted, and so in the end I went with her. Once we were there, she asked me to stay outside, didn’t let me in, so I had no idea what she and Jin GuangYao talked about. I only know that a few days later when the day of the wedding ceremony was finally decided upon, Madam fainted the moment she saw the official invitations. She continued to be miserable long after Young Madam Su’s wedding. It was a sickness of the heart that only grew worse as the days went by. Right before she passed away, she finally couldn’t keep things to herself any longer, and told me everything.”

Tears streamed down Bi Cabo’s face as she continued, “LianFang-Zun Jin GuangYao and our Maiden Su aren’t husband and wife at all. They are brother and sister……”

“What?!”

It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck over the Training Hall. Everyone was flabbergasted. Wei WuXian could see Qin Su’s pale face in his mind’s eyes. Bi Cao continued, “Fate couldn’t be crueler to my Madam…… The late Sect Leader Jin was a monster. He fancied my Madam’s beauty. One time, while he was drunk, he forced himself on her…… How could my Madam resist him? And afterwards she didn’t dare to speak of it to anyone. My Master was loyal to Jin GuangShan and held him at a high place. Madam was terrified. Jin GuangShan couldn’t remember whose daughter Young Madam Su was, but my Madam could never forget. She didn’t dare to confront Jin GuangShan directly and knew that the Young Madam truly loved Jin GuangYao. After struggling for a long time, she still decided to go find Jin GuangYao in secret before the wedding so she could tell him the truth and plead for him to think of some ways to lift the engagement and avoid this atrocity. Little had she expected, Jin GuangYao would still marry her even after knowing that she was his sister!”

What was scarier was that not only did he marry her, the two even went on to have a child!

What a colossal atrocity!

People’s comments were becoming more and more heated, “How many years had Sect Leader Qin followed after Jin GuangShan? How could he be so low as to lay hands on a loyal subordinate’s wife? Jin GuangShan is too much!”

“No secrets can stay hidden forever……”

“If Jin GuangYao wanted a solid footing in the Lanling Jin Sect, then he needed a powerful ally like Qin CangYe to be his father-in-law. How could he let this opportunity go?”

“He must be a madman amongst madmen.”

Wei WuXian turned to Lan WangJi in a low voice, “No wonder he told her, “A-Song must die” back in the secret room.”

Others inside the Training Hall had thought of A-Song as well. Sect Leader Yao said, “Judging from this, I may be so bold to guess that his son wasn’t assassinated, but killed by Jin GuangYao himself.”

“What do you mean?”

Sect Leader Yao reasoned, “Children born of incest will most likely be mentally handicapped. Jin RuSong was only a few years old when he’d died, just around the time when a child’s intelligence starts to flourish. His developmental problems wouldn’t be very obvious to anyone when he was a toddler, but as soon as he was a little older, it’d be impossible to hide them. Even if no one traced his issues to the possibility of incest, he’d still be mentally handicapped all his life. People would no doubt point their fingers at Jin GuangYao then, saying things about his upbringing…such as how only the son of a prostitute could ever father children like this or the likes……”

Many saw the logic in this reasoning, “Such a sharp mind, Sect Leader Yao!”

Sect Leader Yao continued, “Plus, the one who supposedly murdered Jin RuSong also just so happened to be the sect leader in opposition of Jin GuangYao building the lookout towers. Isn’t that too much of a coincidence?” He smirked, “Either way, there was very little reason for Jin GuangYao to keep a stunted offspring. He’d be much better off having Jin RuSong killed and framing it on an opposing sect leader. That way he could use justice and revenge as excuse to prosecute the sect that he could not tame. It’s a cruel yet very efficient method, getting rid of two birds with one stone. LianFang-Zun is a brilliant manipulator!”

Suddenly, Wei WuXian turned to Bi Cao, “During the discussion conference at Koi Tower a few days ago, you went to see Qin Su, didn’t you?”

Bi Cao was surprised. Wei WuXian, “That night, Qin Su and Jin GuangYao had an argument inside the Fragrant Palace. She said she saw someone who had told her something and given her a letter, and that the person would never lie to her. She was referring to you, wasn’t she?”

Bi Cao, “Yes.”

Wei WuXian, “You’ve held this secret for so many years, why did you suddenly decide to tell her the truth then? And why did you suddenly decide to tell everyone this now?”

Bi Cao, “Because……I needed Young Madam Su to know what kind of a person her husband really was. Originally, I didn’t intend to tell this to everyone, but after the Young Madam mysteriously took her own life at Koi Tower, I decided to reveal the truth about that monster and bring Madam Su some justice.”

Wei WuXian smiled, “So it has never occurred to you how big of a blow it would be for her to know the truth? Unless you really don’t know? It’s precisely because you had told her first that Qin Su took her own life.”

Bi Cao, “I……”

Sect Leader Yao was indignant, “I disagree. Are you saying that hiding the truth would have been the right thing to do?”

Another person immediately interjected, “You can’t blame the messenger. Aye, Madam J-……Qin Su was too delicate.”

A few older female cultivators commented, “Qin Su… What a poor woman.”

“I used to admire her. What fortune she had. Brought up well, married well. The Madam of Koi Tower with a loyal, loving husband. Aye, who knew……”

One woman sounded not at all surprised, “What’s pretty on the surface is often ugly on the inside. There’s nothing to admire.”

Wei WuXian pondered in silence, ‘Maybe this was why Qin Su had chosen to end her life. She probably didn’t want to withstand other people’s pity and gossip.’

Lowering his gaze, he saw a gold bracelet embellished in jade around Bi Cao’s wrist. It was of the utmost craftsmanship and definitely not something that a handmaid could afford to wear. Smiling, he commented, “Nice bracelet.”

Bi Cao immediately tugged her sleeve lower and lowered her head without a word.

Nie HuaiSang blurted out with confusion in his voice, “But…But what’s the real purpose behind these two coming here today? What exactly is this for?”

Sect Leader Yao, “What’s the point of pining over these details? No matter who’s sent them here, there’s one thing we know for sure: He’s a man of justice who’s definitely on our side.”

Many people agreed, “That’s right!”

Yet Wei WuXian challenged it, “The one who’d save Maiden Sisi cannot be an average man. He must have a lot of time and wealth on his hands. But a man of justice? Not necessarily.”

Lan WangJi, “Too many uncertainties.”

Had Wei WuXian been the one to have said this, everyone would probably just ignore him. But since it was Lan WangJi who had spoken, silence immediately fell upon the room. Lan QiRen asked, “Which parts?”

Wei WuXian, “Oh, many, many parts. For example, if Jin GuangYao is truly completely cruel and remorseless, then why would he kill two dozen women only to keep Sisi alive? Now that we have a witness, where’s the evidence?”

All this time, he had been challenging the norm, singing a different tone than the crowd. Some people were beginning to feel annoyed. Sect Leader Yao shouted, “Then this is exactly what they mean when they say ‘the net of Heaven’s has large meshes, but lets nothing through’[1].”

Wei WuXian smiled and had nothing left to say.

He knew no one would listen to him right now. No one would seriously consider his questions. If he kept going, the blades might turn towards him instead. Had he been a decade younger, he wouldn’t have cared what other people would say or think of him. He’d have spoken to his heart’s content even if no one wanted to listen. Now, however, Wei WuXian was no longer interested in being in the spotlight.

Thus, wave after waves of heated discussion started inside the hall:

“How could he be so ungrateful[2]?! What a madman[3]!”

For a decade, in the public’s discussions, “ungrateful” and “madman” were two words that had become nearly interchangeable with Wei WuXian’s name. And so for a split moment, he’d thought that the crowd was cursing his name again before realizing that they weren’t directed at him. Same crowd. Same words. Yet the one being cursed had changed. It would take some time for him to get used to it.

Immediately, another voice spoke up, “The connection he had with ChiFeng-Zun and ZeWu-Jun was the only reason why Jin GuangYao even managed to climb to where he is now. Otherwise how could the son of a prostitute ever land himself in such a high position? To think that he would stab ChiFeng-Zun in the back! ZeWu-Jun is still with him right now. I can only pray that nothing bad has happened to him yet!”

Originally, none of them had believed that the death of Nie MingJue, the mutilation of his corpse, and the fierce corpses that tried to lay siege on them on Burial Mound had anything to do with Jin GuangYao. Now, however, they all decided to change their minds.

“Not only his sworn brother, even blood brothers couldn’t escape his betrayal. In the years following Jin GuangShan’s death, he took no delays in getting rid of his father’s other bastards, worried that someone would come take his birthright from him. Mo XuanYu was one of the luckier ones. Had he not been driven out for his madness, he might have disappeared like all his other brothers, who all went missing for various reasons.”

“He probably played a hand in the death of Jin ZiXuan as well!”

“Anyone still remember Xiao XingChen from years ago? Xiao XingChen of ‘the bright moon and the gentle breeze’? And the case of the Yueyang Chang Clan. LianFang-Zun even greatly exerted his influence just to protect the man who was involved in that case, Xue Yang.”

“Didn’t a lot of sect wanted to take Xiao XingChen in as a guest cultivator when he first came down the mountain? The Lanling Jin Sect had filed an invitation too but was rejected. At the time, the Jin Sect had been really full of themselves. To be rejected by some small cultivator must have been terribly embarrassing for them. Later, when they protected Xue Yang, it must have been about this earlier grudge. Either way, they probably didn’t want things to end well for Xiao XingChen.”

“Tsk, who did they think they are?! To destroy someone just because they rejected their invitation?”

“Aye, it’s too bad. I was fortunate enough to have witnessed the splendor of Daozhang Xiao XingChen’s night hunt for myself once. His Shaunghua was a sight to behold.”

“Jin GuangYao eventually took care of Xue Yang as well, like mad dogs turning on one another.”

“I heard that back when Jin GuangYao was undercover in the Qishan Wen Sect years ago, he wasn’t loyal to the cause at all. What he’d really had in mind was this: If the Sunshot Campaign were to fail, then he’d continue following the Wen Sect and smooch up to Wen Ruohan. And if the Wen Sect were to fall, then he’d stab them in the back and make a hero of himself.”

“Wen RuoHan must be turning in his grave right now. He’d trusted him like a family and invested in him greatly. Even the sword technique that Jin GuangYao uses today was mostly taught to him by Wen RuoHan himself!”

“That’s nothing. I heard that the reason behind ChiFeng-Zun’s failed ambush at the time was because Jin GuangYao’s had given him false information!”

“Let me share a secret as well then. The money and resources needed to build those lookout towers of his were all gathered from other sects, right? Each sec would receive the portions they’ve contributed, but I’ve heard that he’d actually retain for himself…… this much.”

“Oh Heavens…… that much? How shameless! And here I thought he was honestly trying to do things with them. We’ve been feeding our devotions to the dogs!”

Wei WuXian found this all to be quite amusing. He mused in his heart, ‘If you know it’s only rumors, then why believe it without question? If it’s really a secret, then how did you come to know about it?’

None of these rumors were fresh or new. While the tides had favoured Jin GuangYao, they were effectively contained, and no one really believed them to be true. Yet, in the span of one night, it was as if all the rumors had suddenly become solid evidence, and one by one they became the cornerstone foundation to Jin GuangYao’s tower of sins; proof of his madness.

“So it appears that not only has he murdered his father, his brother, his wife, his son, his master, his friend… But he also committed incest. What a scary man!”

“The Lanling Jin Sect is unapologetically tyrannical, and Jin GuangYao never liked to listen to anyone else. The Jin Sect had always been full of themselves, and under Jin GuangYao’s influence, they’ve been stomping all over us and doing whatever they want. Did he really think we’d keep tolerating him and allow such evil to persist?!”

“He must be growing wary of how far and wide the other sect’s influences have been spreading. Afraid of being overthrown just like the QiShan Wen Sect. So he decided to go all out without worrying of consequences, getting rid of us once and for all.”

Sect Leader Yao smirked, “If that’s what it is, then so be it. We’ll turn his worst fear into reality.” He slammed the table hard, “We’ll lay siege on Koi Tower!”

Cheers of agreement erupted all around them. Wei WuXian thought to himself, ‘Just yesterday, this “scary man” was still the respectable LianFang-Zun. Within a day, they’d already started screaming for his blood.’

Suddenly, someone turned to him, “Mister Wei, Jin GuangYao has the Tiger Seal in his hands. We’d have to rely on you for that.”

Wei WuXian, “Ah?”

Never had he expected anyone to voluntarily talk to him, not to mention with so much passion and respect, and even addressing him as “Mister” and not “thief” or “dog” or some other similar derogatories. Wei WuXian paused slightly. Immediately, another sect leader turned to him as well, “That’s right! No one’s a greater expert than the Yiling Patriarch in this matter!”

“Now, Jin GuangYao’s hit something larger than he can handle, hahahaha…”

Wei WuXian was momentarily speechless. The last time anyone had praised and schmoozed to him like this had been back during the Sunshot Campaign over a decade ago. Although someone else had finally replaced him on this throne reserved for the cultivation world’s public enemy, nothing about this felt sweet or rewarding. Neither was there the feeling of gratitude for finally being accepted by the rest of the world. The only thing he felt was suspicion, ‘Is this also what happened then? A bunch of people gathering at some random place, spontaneously had some secret discussion, spat curses all over the sky the whole night, and then just all decided to go lay siege at Burial Mound?’

The discussion ended just as preparations for the YumengJiang Sect’s banquet hall were complete. But when the banquet commenced, two figures had disappeared from the crowd. A Sect Leader wondered, “How come we are missing Wei-……the Yiling Patriarch and HanGuang-Jun?”

Sitting in the head seat, Jiang Cheng asked the guest cultivator beside him, “Where are they?”

The guest cultivator replied, “After leaving the inner hall, they went to get a change of clothes. They said they won’t be joining us for the banquet, and would be taking a walk instead. They also said they’ll be back later.”

Jiang Cheng smirked, “Rude as always.”

His words seemed to imply that Lan WangJi was impolite as well, and it made Lan QiRen displeased. If Lan WangJi could be considered rude, then there would be no such thing as politeness in this world. The thought made Lan QiRen clench his jaw at Wei WuXian again. Meanwhile, Jiang Cheng had adjusted his expression back to normal and politely announced, “Please, let us eat. I will invite the two of them back later.”

Beyond the front gate of Lotus Pier, Lan WangJi wordlessly let Wei WuXian guide them near the docks, strolling leisurely and aimlessly.

There were a couple of food vendors by the docks. Walking up to them, Wei WuXian smiled and said, “Skipping the banquet was a great decision. Lan Zhan, come here, come here, this pancake is delicious. I’ll treat you! Excuse me, I’ll take two of these.”

Smiling, the vendor wrapped up two pancakes in oil paper[4]. Just as Wei WuXian was about to receive them, he suddenly remembered that he was penniless. How could this be his treat? Meanwhile, Lan WangJi had already received the food for them with one hand, and paid with the other. Wei WuXian, “Ayah, I’m so sorry, why is it always like this? It seems that every time I plan to treat you to food, I end up treating you nothing.”

Lan WangJi, “It’s fine.”

Wei WuXian lowered his head for a bite, “Back in the days, I never had to pay for street food. I just grabbed what I wanted, whenever I wanted. I’d eat as I walked or just grab one and run. At the end of every month, the street vendors would go directly to Uncle Jiang with the bills.”

Lan WangJi left a delicate, crescent-shaped mark on the otherwise very round pancake in his hand, “You still don’t have to pay.”

Wei WuXian, “Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

Wei WuXian finished his pancake in just a few bites. Bunching up the oil paper into a ball, he played with it in his hands. Eyes darting about, he said, “There aren’t a lot of other vendors left. Back in the days, these docks were always filled with street vendors no matter how late it was, selling all kinds of food. A lot of people from Lotus Pier used to have very late suppers. There’d be quite a few boats around too, not any less than the Textile Town near your sect.”

He continued, “There’s a lot less now. Lan Zhan, you’re here too late. You didn’t get to see when this place was at its best and most interesting.”

Lan WangJi, “Not too late.”

Wei WuXian smiled, “Back when I was studying at the Cloud Recesses, I’d told you so many times that I’d take you to Yunmeng to play. You’d always ignore me. I should have been more bold and daring and just dragged you over. Why are you eating so slow? You don’t like it?”

Lan WangJi, “Eat silently.”

Lan WangJi was always a careful and meticulous eater. He always chewed before he swallowed. If he were to speak, he’d always make sure that there was no food in his mouth. Wei WuXian said, “Alright, then I will stop talking to you while you eat. I thought you didn’t like it. And I was even going to offer finishing the rest for you.”

Lan WangJi turned to the vendor owner, “Another one, please.”

By the time Wei WuXian was done finishing his third, Lan WangJi was still slowly working through his first, and they had already strolled very far away from the docks of Lotus Pier. Still leading the way, Wei WuXian pointed left and right for Lan WangJi to look at as they wandered about the streets.

He very much wanted to show Lan WangJi all the places he’d been to while growing up —where he’d played at, fought at, rolled at— and tell him about all the funny, terrible, mischievous things he’d done —the people he’d fought, the things he’d nabbed, the pheasants he’d chased. He would then watch for the slightest variation of expression on Lan WangJi’s face, anticipating his every reaction.

Wei WuXian, “Lan Zhan! Look at me, look at this tree.”

Finally finishing his pancake, Lan WangJi folded the oil paper into a neat little square and held it in his hand as he looked towards where Wei WuXian was pointing. It was just an average tree, straight, lush, and looked to be around more than a decade old. Wei WuXian walked up to the tree, circled around it twice, then slapped its trunk, “I’ve climbed this tree before.”

Lan WangJi, “You have climbed most trees we’ve seen on the way over.”

Wei WuXian, “This one is special! This is the first tree I’ve climbed when I first came to Lotus Pier. I climbed it in the middle of the night. My shijie came to find me with a lantern, and tried to catch me from below in case I fell. But how could she catch me with those thin arms of hers? So I still ended up breaking my leg.”

Staring at his leg, Lan WangJi asked him, “Why were you climbing a tree in the middle of the night?”

Bending at the waist, Wei WuXian smiled, “No particular reason. You know me, I love to fool around outside late at night. Haha.”

Footnotes:

[1]: ‘The net of Heaven has large meshes, but lets nothing through’: a Chinese proverb that essentially means that all evil will be prosecuted and punished eventually, even though the net of Heaven (aka justice) isn’t always thorough and meticulous all the way.

[2]: “Ungrateful”: Ungrateful doesn’t actually fully convey the gravity of the term “忘恩负义” used in the novel. Essentially it’s used to describe a lack of integrity, of turning against those who did you favours in the past. A bit similar to the English term “bite the hand that feeds you”.

[3]: “Madman”: The original term used in the novel by people to describe Jin GuangYao is actually “丧心病狂”, which implies both a lack of sanity and morals.

[4]: Oil paper: Kind of like wax paper but with oil applied to paper for water-resistance instead of wax.

Lastly:

A special note of thank you to my betas @clockworkspider and anon gremlin for this chapter. Thank you guys. SO much.

#魔道祖师 #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #novel translation #my translation

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Pajama Problems - Ch 03

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Summary: What if the pajamas Jumin had bought hadn’t quite fit Ami (MC/OC)? What if she was much bustier than she seemed? The issues Jumin and Ami suffer as he attempts to dress her each night.

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Slumping over the top of the dresser, Ami moaned as her sensitive breasts dragged across the polished wood. She groaned as her fingers fell out of her soaking sheath.

She lied there breathless, too enraptured by her recent bout of bliss. Her little bout of pleasure just now hadn’t even whet her appetite, much less quenched it.

Still panting, she slowly rolled over onto her side as she basked in the afterglow. Her eyes lazily roamed around the room as the haze of lust lifted from her gaze bit by bit.

Eyes sliding across one wall, she bolted upright, nearly falling to the floor in her haste, as her sight landed on the closet entrance.

As if mocking her, the door swung open wider.

With wide eyes, she cursed her own stupidity and libido. “Bloody fucking hell!”

Utterly humiliated, she rushed to her feet, and hurried to close the jeering door.

Face completely flushed, she hastily peek down the hallway, checking if anyone had heard her screams.

Seeing no one coming, she quietly shut the door. Back pressed against the dark wood, she slid down, bare bottom touching the carpet floor.

Burying her face in her arms, she prayed that she wasn't as loud as she thought she was. But knowing her vocals as well as she did, she was probably even louder.

Irritated with herself, she shrugged off the ruined button, and wiped herself clean with it.

“What the hell happened to staying rational and not letting your hormones control you, Masami?” she groused sourly as she shimmied back into her panties and pajama bottoms.

“It shouldn't be that hard to abstain for a night. You do it all the time at sofu-sama's (grandfather’s).” She angrily pulled a random T-shirt from the racks, and pulled it over her head, not caring about how it swallowed her slim form.

“And what the hell was with that last bit anyway? Why did Jumin suddenly replace Shi-chan?” Roughly balling the pajama top, she threw the nightwear viciously to the ground.

Tears filled her eyes as she collapsed to her knees, a distressed whimper tearing itself from her throat.

Why?

Why, why, why?

She thought she had gotten over her crush. Thrown it out of her heart, and left it in the past where it should have stayed with no power over her.

She was getting married in a little over a month to the love of her life. She had even gone in for her final bridal fitting on Halloween, and was eager for Christmas to come. She wanted to make her marriage finally official.

So what the hell was wrong with her?

Why was she imagining having passionate, mind blowing sex with Jumin rather than her fiancé?

Admittedly, she was sexually attracted to Jumin. She couldn’t deny it no matter how much she wanted to. And it seemed her mind wasn’t about to let her forget it either as she suddenly pictured the tent that had been in Jumin’s pants.

Judging by the size of his bulge, she’d guess his penis might even rival Shigeru’s in length and size.

Just imagining how large Jumin was had her mouth watering as her lust threatened to consumer her again.

Promptly slapping herself, she put a stop to her lewd thoughts.

She was a taken woman. She didn’t need to nor should she be having fantasies about other men that weren’t fiancé. She had never in her life so much as even fantasized about another living person before.

If she didn’t have her own set of morals that she firmly adhered to, she wouldn’t have minded Jumin’s attentions. Her guilty fantasy would probably even be a reality if she didn’t love Shigeru as much as she did.

But she did love Shigeru, and she was completely and wholeheartedly devoted to him and only him.

Curling up on her side, she hugged her knees to her chest, feeling more miserable than she already had before coming into the closet.

It was one thing to fantasize about fictional characters, but it was a completely different matter to fantasize about another person. Especially one that really could lead to her cheating on her husband in all but name.

She wanted to call Shigeru and talk with him, but this was something that had to do with him too.

Wracked with guilt, she didn’t know what to do.

Maybe I should call Mama or one of my siblings… she wondered, lips pressed thin in anxiety.

Growing up, she had never been particularly close to her family, and had never called her parents or siblings much.

Loneliness. Boredom. Advice. Excitement.

She had never once called her family about anything. When things happened, Shigeru had always been the first person she sought out.

Even though they were family, she hadn’t spent much of her childhood with her parents and siblings. And she wasn’t exactly close with the majority of siblings; even less so with her blood related ones than all the ones her parents had adopted over the years.

When Shigeru had entered university at just five years old, she had been from her parents and sent to America to keep him company. It might have been her grandfather’s orders and for Shigeru’s benefit, but it really made her wonder.

Had her parents even cared about her?

Had she only been born to fulfill her grandfather and Shigeru’s grandfather’s promise to each other?

Did her parents even actually love her? Had everything they told her been nothing more than pretty lies?

“Why else would they have so easily given me up?” she mumbled miserably, eyes squeezing tight at the hurt she still felt from the isolation.

She had only been three years old when she had been uprooted from her life with her parents. Still just a toddler when she had been taken from her home, family, and friends. Not even old enough to take care of herself yet.

Her parents hadn’t seemed to have even hesitated when they had taken her to America and left her in the care of her cousins Shokichi and Daiki and a single bodyguard and caretaker, Kirizaki Kenshin.

Her lips twitched upwards at the thought of her bodyguard turned brother-in-law.

She had been an absolute menace to him when he had been assigned to her, having frequently disappeared from his sight and once bitten him hard enough to scar. But the oddly cheery man had for whatever reason taken a liking to her, and she was forever grateful for that. Kenshin had become one of the few bright constants in her otherwise dark and lonely childhood.

Almost immediately a frown took her lips.

It had been some years since she had last seen the head of her security detail. The blond had disappeared overseas for some sort of assignment shortly after his wife and her sister and cousin Emi’s death, leaving their newborn twins, Toshiyuki and Rie, in her family’s care and one of her elder adopted brothers in charge of her safety.

She always figured he had left to get revenge for Emi; their whole family wanted revenge for the murder of one of their brightest lights. But it had been a heavier and harsher blow to Kenshin than anyone else.

During one of their more serious conversations, her brother-in-law had once described Emi as being akin to his north star. The light that always guided him home and back on the right path. She had been the light to his darkness. The stars to his shadows. His love for her was a constant like the ever rising sun.

She hoped he came home soon. Even without his north star, he and Emi had created two new stars. Her niece and nephew needed their father, not their aunt and uncle.

Uncurling herself, she rolled onto her back, one arm slung across her chest while the other was spread out towards the side.

Even though Toshiyuki and Rie had been left in her and Shigeru’s joint guardianship, the twins were mainly cared for by her parents.

If she compared how her parents raised the twins and her other siblings versus how she had been raised, there were far too many differences to count. She was glad for it though, loved that her niece and nephew were so cherished and doted on. Their childhood was so completely different from her own that it hurt.

Would her childhood be like the twins’ if she hadn’t been sent to America?

Would her parents have loved her as much as they cherished their non-biological children and grandchildren?

Would they have even cared about her as much as they did now if she hadn’t become a successful actress?

With each question, she could feel her heart breaking more and more, her mind providing a loud, resounding no.

They never wanted you. Her mind hissed scornfully.

Tears falling, Ami choked back a sob as the heartache threatened to overwhelm her. The pain had her feeling nearly as miserable as when she had been twelve.

If they loved you, they wouldn’t have shipped you off every chance they got. Her mind continued to whisper disdainfully. America. France. England.

“That’s not true,” she snapped back. Her knuckles turned white as the fingers of her left hand wrapped around the pendant of the necklace she always wore, a precious custom gift from her fiancé.

It was all so your mom and dad didn’t have to deal with how useless and pathetic you are.

“Shut up,” she growled louder. “You know it wasn’t like that!”

You know Shigeru’s too good for you. He deserves someone smarter, prettier, better; someone not you. Her mind sniped venomously.

That’s why you’re fantasizing about another man fucking you! You’re nothing but a sex crazed harlot.

“Shut the hell up!” she shouted, slamming her free hand viciously against the floor. The impact of her fist echoed in the closet; the sound barely muffled by the numerous clothes hung up.

Pulling herself up, she buried her face in her arms, hands gripping her hair tightly.

“C'mon, Masami. Get a hold of yourself. It's only your illness talking. Don’t let it get the better of you.

You are good enough for Shigeru. There's no need for you to prove it to anyone,” she reassured herself in a rushed but soft tone.

“We’ve gone over this before, Masami. Mama and Papa love you. They only sent you away for your own benefit. Living in America despite all the trauma is better than being treated as a servant by your aunts and uncles your entire life. Moving to France was only to keep you safe and away from the demented doctor. ”

A shudder racked Ami’s body at the thought of the lunatic and one of her worst traumas at a hospital.

She remembered the absolute terror she felt upon waking up and finding herself strapped on top of a medical table, completely immobilized. How the operating room lights were directed down at her, blinding her sensitive eyes. How horrified she was when she saw that doctor’s face looming right above her, insanity gleaming in his eyes and a wide, deranged grin spreading across his bare face.

She had screamed in fear and panic upon seeing his blood covered scalpel. The fresh, dripping blood and cold metal had glistened sinisterly under the operating lights.

Dread had filled her as she had quickly realized what was happening to her and recognized the crazed man.

The doctor operating on her had been the same one her parents had placed a restraining order against, and had taken off her medical case. The man had been a long time member of the medical staff that took care of her whenever she was hospitalized. He had been the one doctor who had been the most insistent on having her internal organs removed and having her connected to a metal stomach. Even after multiple denials, the man had been persistent, unceasing in his obsession with her body, pursuing her cousins with a constant pleas and deals.

She didn't remember much of what happened after that nor any of the words the psychopath had said to her. She only remembered hearing the operating room doors banging open while the mad man had been talking before promptly fainting from shock.

The next time she had woken up, it was to the somber faces of her cousins, the anguished expression of Kenshin, and the thundering voices of her parents as they furiously rebuked the medical staff.

Shivering, she shot up to her feet and started pacing around the closet, hoping to rid herself of the grisly memory.

“All right, Masami. Let’s get out of your own head,” she muttered to herself, running a trembling hand through her hair roughly. “You’re safe now. You’re not a little kid anymore. You’re not stuck in a hospital again. You’re not at the mercy of a medical team you don’t trust. You’re safe.”

“Just breathe, okay? Take some slow, deep breaths, and everything will be all right,” she babbled to herself, on the verge of hyperventilating as she continued to pace across the floor.

As her breathing slowly returned to normal, Ami continued to calm herself, reminding herself of the promises she had made earlier and all the good that was soon to come.

“Okay, we just talked about this. Let’s keep calm and don’t let your emotions get the better of you. Remember what your therapist said. Just let the moment pass; the feelings won’t last forever,” she breathed out in a slow even pace as she continued to take deep breaths.

“Everything will be all right. Emi-onee-sama won't come back to life, but she'll finally be able to rest in peace with her killer finally behind bars,” she reassured herself. “Just a little longer before we can go home.”

Finally feeling more rational and like herself, she started to think of who she could talk to. Because she definitely need to talk to someone, and it couldn’t be Shigeru; and she absolutely refused to divulge her thoughts to any of the R. F. A. members.

She couldn’t just keep her emotions bottled up like she had done most of her life, but she couldn’t unload her problems on just anyone. She knew how heavy a burden it was to be another person’s confidant could be after all. Having been that person for not just her fiancé but many others as well, she knew the mental stress of that came with that trust given responsibility intimately.

But who could she talk to without being judged?

With her personality and mindset, her first adopted sister was probably the easiest and the best person to talk to about her current situation. The former intelligence agent would be the most understanding, and would probably give the soundest advice.

“But it’s already almost ten. Yumi-nee’s either putting Masayoshi, Rie, and the twins to bed right now or spending time with Mitsuyoshi-onii-sama right now.”

Her lips pursed as she thought of who else she could possibly talk to.

Yumi’s younger biological brothers were also an option, but both were busy with their own matters. Yukichi and their other adopted brothers who had come to Korea with her were busy dealing with the all the bull shit of capturing Rika and her cult. Kei, on the other hand, was in Santa Monica with her own older biological brother. The two of them were overseeing the World Championships for one of their many game creations.

Sighing, she wondered if there was anyone she could possibly call at this time of day. A majority of her siblings didn’t even live in the same time zone as her; many of them having chosen to pursue careers in their family’s business but sent them all over the globe and still allowed them to return home to Tokyo.

Going through her mental list, she mumbled out the names of all her siblings who were currently staying in a country where it was still a reasonable hour. Even though she wasn’t particularly close to a majority of her siblings, they were close enough that she kept track of each and every one of her dozens of siblings

She thought it over for a bit before her eyes widened in realization and she felt like slapping herself for her idiocy.

Grabbing the ruined button up, she raced out of the closet, being mindful to close the door, and headed for the living room.

“Why didn't I call Zen and Kazu earlier?” she muttered as she dove for her purse, and grabbed one of her three phones—her private line—from her bag.

She should've realized it earlier that the two were the only ones she could talk to about her predicament with confidence. Zen and Kazu, respectively also known as Teizen and Kazuhiko, were the two brothers she was in a pseudo triplet set with and whom she was the closest to out of all her relatives.

If she was right, her two younger brothers should both be in Oxford or somewhere else in England right now. While they had all been in Paris, Kazuhiko had mentioned that he was going to follow Teizen back to the UK after Shigeru’s birthday.

Checking the time, she quickly dialed her baseball playing brother’s number, and waited for Kazu to pick up.

If she was lucky and remembered Teizen’s schedule correctly, she should be catching them just as they were out getting lunch.

Her foot tapped rhythmically against Jumin’s pristine tile floor as she impatiently listened to the dial tone, waiting for the signature click of a connected call.

“Moshi moshi, Macchan?” she finally heard from the other line.

“Hey, Kazu,” she smiled as she spoke in her native Japanese, glad to hear the youngest of their set’s mischievous voice. “Are you with Zen right now? How are you enjoying England?”

“It’s been pretty good. Oxford’s nothing like London or LA, but I’m not too sure how I feel about the food though. And yeah, he’s with me right now. What’s up? Do you need him to talk to him for a project or something?”

“No, but are you guys free to talk right now?”

“Of course! We just getting lunch. I’m gonna put you on speaker—”

“No, no speaker please,” she cut him off pleadingly. “At least not if you’re with others and in public.”

“Hm? All right. We're at a gastropub right now, so gimme a sec.”

Ami winced at her brother’s tone. The baseball player was already suspicious, and she hadn’t even told them what she wanted to talk to them about yet. Like the rest of her siblings, the bespectacled man was perspective to a fault.

Even with him pulling the phone away, she could still hear her brothers talking on the other end, but they were somewhat muffled by the surrounding clamor.

A moment later, she heard Teizen's deeper, placid voice talking to whom she assumed must an employee.

The noise of people chattering grew gradually louder before becoming more distant, muffling the sound of her brothers’ footsteps.

There was the creak of a door opening, and the sound of chairs scraping across the floor soon followed. Her brothers spoke with the wait staff a little longer before a soft thud muted the commotion of the eatery.

“You still with us, Macchan? You’ve been real quiet,” Kazuhiko asked, concern coloring his tone.

“Yeah, I’m still here.”

“Kazu, put her on speaker.” She heard her cousin turned brother and later brother-in-law say.

“Already ahead of you, Zen.”

“Kazu! I—” she made to protest.

“We’re in a private room. There’s no one else here, but us,” Teizen interrupted succinctly.

She bit her lip, worried that she may have called the wrong siblings. She knew the other singer could be rather cold and curt with his words at times, but she had rarely ever been on the receiving end of them.

A loud smack was heard shortly after as Kazuhiko spoke. “Geez, do you have to speak like that? She’s already unnerved as it is.”

“There’s no point in coddling her,” Teizen argued back. “She might be emotionally delicate than we are, but she’s not glass.”

“And people say I’m the callous one,” their youngest grumbled. She could practically see him rolling his golden eyes—one of the few defining features that told her and her brothers apart—behind his blacked framed glasses.

“I’m sorry if I’m bothering you. Should I call back some other time?” she whispered, feeling as if she were being scolded by one of her paternal aunts.

“Aiz, it’s fine,” Teizen finally said, a sigh in his voice as if he could sense Ami’s growing anxiety. Given how close they were, he probably could. “If you need anything, Kazu and I are both always here to help and listen.”

“Yeah, so lay it on us,” Kazu added on. “You’re talking to us, remember? Not one of the people at the main house.”

“Even if it’s a little um… tmi?” she squeaked out.

“Even then,” Teizen assured.

“But if it’s about your sex life, you really should be talking to Shigeru about that,” Kazuhiko joked his cheeky voice grinning.

“…”

“Wait what? Don’t tell me this really is about that, Macchan!?” the pro athlete cried in shock.

“You should be calling Kiyoshi-nii, not us,” Teizen quickly supported.

“Masami?” “Aizaki?” her brothers took turns calling her by her given and middle names when she didn’t respond.

“…It’s not about that,” she murmured, running her free hand tiredly through her now dried locks. “But it’s sort of related.”

“So not about your sex life then?” Kazuhiko asked for clarification.

“No,” Ami shook her head. “But…”

“But?” Kazuhiko encouraged.

“It’s sort of related…”

“And you’re calling us because Kiyoshi-nii can’t know about this, yes?” Teizen guessed in an almost bored manner.

“Wouldn’t it have been better to call Yumi-nee about this kind of stuff?” Kazuhiko suggested.

Immediately after, a harsh and swift slap was heard as flesh connected with flesh.

“Ow!” their youngest shouted. “What was that for?”

“Think of the time, idiot,” Teizen scolded lightly.

“Oh… Um yeah, good call not calling her.”

Ami couldn’t help giggling. She could practically see Kazuhiko’s wide-eyed and then embarrassed expression as he realized what their older sister and brother could possibly be doing at this time of night.

“You finally laughed,” both men breathed in relief.

“Huh?”

“We were worried about you, Aiz,” her fellow musician explained. “We might not be Kiyoshi-nii, but we can tell when something is wrong with our sister.

“It’s only been a few days since we saw each other, but you’re acting strange. Whatever’s bothering you, it must’ve just happened. Everything all right on your end, Macchan?” Rare concern filled the catcher’s voice.

“I’m all right, physically anyways,” she placated, her hand once again running through her hair. “Just really conflicted. Probably the most I’ve been in some years.”

“What about?”

“What do you guys constitute as cheating?”

“Aiz, tell me you didn’t,” Teizen pleaded, his voice an odd mix of distraught and calmness.

“No, I didn’t, but I need to know,” she confirmed. Immediately, she heard Teizen let out a “thank kami-sama” as she continued to explain.

“You know I’m more than happy that Shi-chan and I are getting married next month, and I wouldn’t do anything to hurt him intentionally. But…”

“But?”

“Is it normally to have fantasies about someone you’re not in a relationship with?”

“Isn’t fantasizing about others normal? I wouldn’t constitute that as cheating,” Kazuhiko provided his own two cents.

“I don’t know what normal is though. Our family isn’t normal. I’m pretty sure nothing in my entire life can even be considered remotely normal,” she sighed. “You and Zen are the closest to normal I have, Kazu. Even though how we became ‘triplets’ isn’t normal either.”

“Normal is a relative term. Everyone has a different sense of what normal is, Aiz,” Teizen interjected. “Remember, what you consider normal is always going to be different from someone else’s normal.”

“Yeah, our normal can be another’s extraordinary!” Kazuhiko agreed. “It’s the same as pain. A two for one person can be another person’s eight. Everyone’s going to have a different gauge for things because of what they’ve experienced.”

“That’s true… Thanks, guys,” she smiled softly, embarrassed to need consolation but glad that she had called her brothers.

“What made you consider your fantasies as cheating?” Teizen asked, curiosity in his normally cool voice.

Ami winced as she fumbled on how to express herself. She had rarely ever divulged her problems to anyone, having spent her entire life channeling nearly all of her thoughts and emotions in her acting and music instead. It had taken her therapist months to even get her to break the habit and actually talk about her issues.

She could always try to act, but her brothers would see right through the facade and know she wasn’t being honest.

“Do you remember that guy I had a bit of a crush on at my debutante ball?”

“Han Jumin?” Teizen supplied immediately.

Without missing a beat, Kazuhiko continued where their brother left off. “The ass who made you cry on your big night?

“You remember him?” she blinked, surprised by their swift answers.

“How could we ever forget him? He’s lucky that Mom and Dad didn’t cut ties with his family’s business over what he did,” the baseball player spat. “They were absolutely furious with how he had treated their little princess.”

“Since when was I a princess?” Ami asked, a brow quirking up in confusion. Aside from being a long line of blue bloods on both sides of her family, she had no claim to princesshood as far as she was concerned.

If we went by just clanship and were back in the Sengoku era or earlier then maybe.

She mused over her family tree. If she traced her paternal lineage, she could find a connection with nearly all of the other noble clans, both existent and extinct. The same could be said about her mother’s side of the family.

“No, never mind. That’s not important right now,” she quickly backtracked, shaking her head vigorously as she did so.

“So what is it about Han?” Teizen asked, bringing the conversation back on track.

“Well… um… He’s kind of a member of the Tanabata knockoff… and um… Jihyun’s best friend…” she stumbled over her words.

“And?”

“Some… stuff happened, and um… I’m kind of… staying at his place tonight,” she finished in a hurry.

“You’re what?” both brothers bellowed, loud enough that Ami had to pull her phone away less she wanted to go deaf in one ear.

“Um… I’m staying at Jumin’s place for the night,” she reiterated, feeling awkward. She’s always known that her brothers and sisters despised the C&R heir, which was one of the other reasons why she had been so hesitant and reluctant to come see Jumin.

“Let me get this straight, you’re staying at the guy who ruined your debutante ball’s house?” Kazuhiko started, his tone unusually serious.

“Um… yeah…” She scratched her cheek nervously at the awkward position she was in.

“Why?”

“He’s going through a lot right now, and I couldn’t just leave him. You remember how much of a womanizer Han-san is, right? Well, his newest tramp has him completely wrapped around her gold digging finger. The chairman is basically handing his son and company over to her on a silver platter,” she explained hurriedly. “Jumin was completely distraught when he found out! And he hasn’t been the same since. I couldn’t just leave him alone when I know how that feels.”

“Aizaki, sometimes you’re too nice for your own good,” she heard Teizen sigh in exasperation as well as one of her brothers smacking their head against their lunch table, probably Kazuhiko.

“Sorry for worrying you guys,” she apologized meekly. “But I really don’t know what to do. It’s not like Shi-chan and I have ever discussed what would constitute as cheating what with my career and all.”

“Rather than asking yourself what’s constitutes as cheating, maybe you should ask yourself whether or not you have any intention of actually doing it?” Teizen suggested. “Fantasies are one thing, but they don’t translate to a person actually wanting to act on them. You should know this from your studies in psychology.”

“I know,” she sighed, restless fingers twirling a lock of her now dry hair. “But knowing the principles doesn’t mean I can apply it in practice. It’s more complicated than that. Plus, I got that degree almost a decade ago.”

“You can apply that specific principle at any time, Aiz,” Teizen said brusquely. “The only on— Kazu!” she heard him hiss in obvious pain.

“Leave it, Zen. It’s her first time dealing with something like this, so lay off. She’s having a hard enough time dealing with it on her own as it is,” Kazuhiko snapped. “If it wasn’t bothering her so much, do you think she would have called us? Do you want a repeat of sixth grade?”

“Kazu,” she warned softly, stopping her younger brother’s lecture. “It’s fine. It’s really not a big deal.”

“It’s not fine, Masami. We—” the baseball player bit out, breaking off when his own emotions started to get the better of him. “We almost lost you. And not just once.”

Ami bit her lip at her brother’s retort, heavily reminded that for all intents and purposes, she should be dead ten times over. It was only luck that she hadn’t died before she had even hit her teens. “Sorry, Kazu…”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for. Just don’t say you’re fine when you’re obviously not,” Kazuhiko chided her. “We are going to talk about this the next time I see you, Masami.”

Ami grimaced at that declaration.

Despite being the youngest and the most carefree of their trio, Kazuhiko was unexpectedly their group's sternest disciplinarian and the one who normally kept them on task. He was worse than Teizen, who was already well-known for being strict and studious and an even harsher taskmaster.

She was so not looking forward to the lecture she was going to get.

“Putting that aside, let's get a few things straight. That all right with you two?” Kazuhiko said, resetting their group’s pace. “Alrighty then. Macchan,” he started after a beat of silence from the other two of their set. “Do you have any intentions starting a sexual relationship with Han or cheating on Shigeru?”

“Absolutely not,” she answered immediately.

“That was fast,” Kazuhiko joked in an attempt to bring their moods to something more lighthearted despite the seriousness of her issue. “You know can you can tell us if you did. We're not gonna tell Shigeru, right Zen?”

“Ah,” Teizen breathed out in agreement.

“Never. I’d never, ever cheat on Kiyoshi,” Ami cut in firmly, her lips pressing together into a thin frown. She had even switched to using her fiancé’s middle name, something she would subconsciously do whenever she was dead serious.

“Then what are you so worried about?” Kazuhiko grinned. “Let yourself enjoy the fantasies. Didn't your sexuality psychology class say they're good for you?"

"Fair point," she smiled, grateful for the assurance. "Thanks for listening to my nonsense, guys. I honestly don't know what I'd ever without you two."

"Probably stuck at the main house and being trained to be a “good” house wife,” Teizen responded semi-jokingly.

She couldn't stop a self-deprecating chuckle from escaping her. It was the truth after all. If it hadn’t been for her music and acting skills, she probably would have been forced into being a housewife. And by the gods, she would rather die than be a useless trophy wife.

"Anyways, you guys flying in on Sunday right? Do you have anything you guys want to try when you get here?" she aked, turning their conversation to something more pleasant.

“What don’t we want to try is the better question?” Kazuhiko answered back jokingly.

She couldn’t help giggling at her younger triplet’s response.

What with the mandatory military draft for South Korean men, it wasn’t often her brothers got come to Seoul much less South Korea as at all. Their parents had gone through great pains to keep all of her brothers from being registered as Korean citizens and forced to serve in their military.

Seeing how rare of a trip it was for them, she wanted them to enjoy their time here as much as possible. And with that thought in mind, she happily continued chatting with her brothers about their birthday plans, an excited smile taking its place across her lips.

Notes

Ami’s full birth name is Masami Aizaki Ryu-Choe; her legal Korean name is Ami Choe.

Shigeru’s full name is Shigeru Kiyoshi Miyakazu eventually Shigeru Kiyoshi Miyakazu-Ryu

Etymology

Kiyoshi (淳) - Purity

Miyakazu (宮和) - Palace of Peace and Harmony

Tagging:

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Six Baudelaires AU, Part One {AO3} {Read from the Beginning}

Chapter Nine → in which Violet has a Plan

Violet and Klaus looked at each other for only a moment, before nodding and splitting in different directions. Violet ran towards Nick, hugging him close, while Klaus did the same for Lilac.

“It’s okay.” Klaus said quietly. “We’ll figure this out. We’ll figure it out.”

Lilac sobbed, “We won’t. We failed, Klaus.”

“No, no, there’s always something, Li. You say there’s always something.”

“Not this time! What can we do?”

“We’ll do something, I…” Klaus glanced over at Violet, and his eyes widened. “What happened to your arm?”

Violet flinched, glancing at her bandaged shoulder, pulling away slightly from Nick. “It’s fine, just-”

“Did they hurt you?”

“No! No, it was the grappling hook. It fell- it’s fine.”

“It’s not fine!” Lilac said. “None of this is fine!”

Violet gave Nick another quick hug, and then she moved over to Lilac. “Li, come on. We need to do something. Klaus, Nick, your books are over there. Can you read more on Inheritance Law? See if there’s a loophole?”

“We- we can try.” Klaus said. “Nick?”

Nick hugged himself, looking towards the window; outside, Soli had indeed figured out that she couldn’t move around much without risking the cage falling, so she had just curled up, sobbing. Sunny was leaning against her, trying to comfort her as best she could while tied up. Watching this, Nick looked like his heart was splitting in half.

“Nick?” Klaus repeated.

“I…” Nick stuttered, staring out the window. “I… I can read, yeah, I can…” He started to shake again, hugging himself tight. “I just…”

“We can try to invent something to get us out of here.” Violet said. “Maybe we can climb down the tower with something else.”

“I don’t see anything you could make a rope with.” Klaus said quietly.

“We’ll figure something out.” Violet said. “Right, Li? We’ll figure it out.”

“We won’t.” Lilac said, still sobbing softly, pulling away from her siblings. “I’m sorry. I- I’m sorry, I failed and…”

“You haven’t failed yet.” Violet said sternly, reaching forwards and grabbing her sister’s hands. “We still have a few hours left, and we’re not letting him hurt you.”

“I’m not letting him hurt you!” Lilac said, looking at Violet, tears streaming down her face. Violet flinched slightly, as her sister continued, “Violet, if we fail again, he’s- I’m not letting anything happen to you.”

“You think he’s not going to hurt me if you just go along with his plan?” Violet’s voice shook slightly. “Li, you think he’s just gonna let the rest of us live? You think he won’t hurt us if we play nice?”

“If we fail-”

“We won’t.” Violet gripped tighter onto her sister’s hands, and she stared her in the eyes. “You’re Lilac goddamn Baudelaire, and you are not giving up here.”

Lilac choked back more tears, staring at the ground. “What the hell are we supposed to do?”

“We’ll figure it out.” Violet said quietly. “Okay? We’ll figure it out. And we have a job to do. Klaus, Nick, get to work. Li, help me take inventory of what’s in here.”

She stood up, going to the window and reaching out a hand, managing to touch the edge of the cage. Soli and Sunny stared at her, both teary-eyed. “It’s okay, girls.” she said quietly. “We’re not going to let anything happen to you. Just try not to shake the cage much, okay? Stay together.”

“Mmmth.” Sunny said, her voice muffled by the tape, meaning to say, “Where else are we supposed to go?”

Violet smiled slightly, and she turned, seeing that Lilac had managed to get to her feet. Nick stood, too, turning to the window. He reached out, too, saying shakily, “Soli, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I… I should’ve protected you, I-”

“It’s not your fault, Nick!” Violet said, and Soli nodded towards Violet, before looking back to her brother. “It’s not your fault. But we have to get to work, okay?”

Nick glanced towards Soli, still crying a little. Then he nodded, and the siblings split off.

For the next several hours, Nick and Klaus poured over their books, trying to find something, anything, that might help them. Lilac and Violet went around the room, trying to find something that might help them escape the tower. Neither group managed to find much, and as the hours ticked on, they got more and more nervous. They took shifts sitting by the window, talking to the toddlers in the cage, promising them that they were going to be okay, that everything was going to be alright.

“Olaf must be coming back soon.” Nick said after a while, glancing at the sun, which was sinking into the afternoon. “Does anyone have anything?”

“There’s nothing that’ll work to annul the marriage.” Klaus said glumly.

“There’s lots of matches here,” Violet said, “For the candles. If we had kerosine, we could make a molotov cocktail.”

“We don’t have kerosine.” Lilac said, sounding like she was only half-there.

“How soon would Lilac be able to divorce him?” Nick asked. “Maybe she could just do that as soon as Sunny’s safe.”

“Divorce has very difficult legal proceedings.” Klaus said. “We probably wouldn’t have enough time.”

“What are the requirements for marriage, again?” Violet asked, almost hopelessly. “There has to be some kind of loophole.”

“Lilac needs to say ‘I do’, sign the document in her own hand, and be in the presence of a judge.” Klaus recited.

“Maybe we could convince Justice Strauss to leave.” Violet said. “Wait, no, Olaf wouldn’t let us give her the chance, and what would we say? If we explained, she might not believe us. Maybe Lilac could say ‘I don’t’?”

“Then he’d just have Soli and Sunny dropped.” Lilac said, looking at her shivering sisters out the window.

Violet tugged on her ribbon. “There’s gotta be something.”

“God, we should’ve just murdered Olaf on day one.” Nick said. “Just all dogpiled on him and punched him til he stopped moving, and then claim we don’t know what happened.”

“That would’ve been a bad plan, for multiple reasons.” Klaus sighed.

Violet bit her lip, and then said, “Even if we can get Lilac out of it, Olaf might threaten Sunny and Soli again- or you two.” she looked towards the twins.

“Once we get Lilac out,” Nick said, “We’ll all be safe, Mr Poe will have to believe us.”

“Violet’s right.” Lilac sighed, using a phrase she rarely said. She moved over to her brothers and continued, “Even if things go right, he’ll still try and hurt you. You two need to go somewhere safe until this all blows over.”

“We won’t be able to do that, any more than you’ll be able to get out.” Klaus said.

“Maybe you could.” Violet said sadly. “He wants you in the final scene, but I can guarantee there’ll be other actors onstage. If there’s a big enough crowd, you could sneak out the back, and hide somewhere until it’s all over.”

“We’re not leaving you.” Nick said.

Violet considered. “You should sneak out at the end, and come back here. Make sure he’ll keep his word and actually save Soli and Sunny.”

“What if he doesn’t?” Klaus asked. “What if we have to- what if we can’t-”

“It’s better than doing nothing.” Nick admitted, looking over towards the window. “But what about you? He wants you next to Lilac. He’ll notice if you’re gone.”

“I’ll just have to take my chances.” Violet said, trying to look brave, reaching her right hand up to pull her ribbon out of her hair.

“Violet-” Klaus began.

“Wait.” Violet stopped, just as she pulled out her ribbon. She stared down it, thinking hard.

“Violet?” Lilac asked. “Are you okay?”

Violet surprised them all by smiling, her face lighting up. “I have an idea.” she said. “Lilac-”

They heard a slam, and they all jumped, looking up as Count Olaf once again entered, followed by the man with hooks for hands.

“It’s showtime, orphans.” he said, and Lilac stared hard at the ground, trying to hide her trembling. Violet put a hand over hers, her and Nick both glaring at their guardian as Klaus hastily kicked the books aside. “My associate will stay in this room with your sisters, and should anything go wrong during tonight’s performance, your sisters will be dropped to their death. Come along now.”

Violet bit her lip, stuffing her ribbon into her pocket, glancing at the window before grabbing Lilac’s left arm, tugging it slightly as they walked. Lilac simply stared at her, confused, but Violet couldn’t dare say anything aloud as they walked down the stairs, and out the door, and down the block to the theater; it wasn’t as far from their house as they thought, which they supposed was good; should they need to get Sunny and Soli quickly, it wouldn’t take long.

Backstage at The Marvelous Marriage was incredibly busy. The Baudelaires were left alone for a few moments, watching several actors, stagehands and members of the troupe rush around the stage, pushing props aside, throwing costumes on and whispering instructions to each other. Loud music was playing several feet away, and the Baudelaires assumed that meant the show had already begun. After a few minutes, a stagehand ushered a very distressed Nick and Klaus away for their costumes, and the two White-Faced Women took Lilac and Violet into a brightly-lit dressing room, filled with actors chatting and changing costumes. Lilac had her dress pulled off, and found herself shoved into a lacy white wedding dress, her hair pulled out of its braids and a flower crown shoved on, while Violet found herself in a frilly gown that was too puffy for her liking.

“Lilac-” Violet began, but she wasn’t sure what to say while surrounded by people who may-or-may-not be helping Olaf. She glanced to the side, and saw Justice Strauss, sitting in a chair with a large law book. “Justice Strauss!” she called, and the woman looked up, smiling upon seeing the two girls.

“Hello, Baudelaires!” she said, walking over as Lilac had a sash tied around her waist. “You children look wonderful!”

“So do you.” Violet said, forcing a smile on her face, trying to look calm. “May I see that book?”

“Only for a little while,” Justice Strauss said, handing over the book to her. “Count Olaf told me to bring a law book and read a real wedding ceremony, to make the play as realistic as possible.”

“You know,” Lilac said, watching as the White-Faced Women stepped away from them a moment to help an actress remove a stuck jacket, “It would be very entertaining if you changed some of the words.”

“Yeah, improv a bit.” Violet said. “It’s not… it’s not like it’s a real wedding.”

Justice Strauss frowned. “I don’t know, children. I think it would be best to follow Count Olaf’s instructions, he knows much more about theater. Where are your brothers?”

“Other dressing room, I assume.” Lilac said sadly.

“That reminds me, could you tell Klaus that I may have found something interesting, about his mysterious object, I believe it may be-”

“Justice Strauss!” called a voice, and a woman came up. “You’re to report to the makeup artist.”

“Oh, I get to wear makeup!” Justice Strauss said excitedly. “I’ll see you onstage, my dears!”

Violet sighed and handed her back the book, and as she left, Lilac said, “Maybe we could pretend to be sick. Do you know how to make someone throw up?”

“Lilac, I have an idea.” Violet said. “You have to sign the document in your own hand.”

“Yes, Violet, I’m aware.”

“In your own hand.” Violet said, glancing around to see if anyone was listening.

“Yes?”

“We may have a loophole.” Violet said. “Don’t use your own hand.”

Lilac stared at her. “How the hell else am I supposed to sign it?”

Before Violet could answer, one of the White-Faced Women ran up to her and dragged her back out the door, the other shepherding Lilac in the same direction. The two girls were placed in a spot on stage as the curtain fell for the next scene transition.

After a moment, they spotted Nick and Klaus in the crowd of people, dressed in some ridiculous sailor suits. If it wasn’t such a stressful situation, the girls might find that sight a bit funny. The twins spotted them, and they stared a moment, before Violet nodded, gesturing towards the backdoor. And when Nick pulled Klaus into the crowd, the two boys disappearing from sight, Lilac sighed, “At least they’ve got a chance.”

“We do, too.” Violet whispered. They were surrounded by people, so she couldn’t say much, but she grabbed her sister’s left hand, squeezing it and saying, “Just sign it.”

“I don’t…” Lilac began, and then she glanced down at her hand, and then back up at Violet, the gears in her head turning slightly.

“You have to sign it in your own hand.” Violet repeated.

Lilac glanced up at her, finally clicking.

“That won’t work.”

“Do you have any other ideas?”

Lilac shook her head, and then, as the curtains started to rise, she admitted, “Vi, I’m scared.”

“It’s okay.” Violet said, letting go of her left hand and grabbing onto her right. “I am, too. But you can do this.”

The curtains opened, and the final act of the play began.

“What do we do?” Klaus asked, trembling in the cold air.

Nick threw off the stupid jacket, ignoring the chill that hit him. “We do what Lilac and Violet said. We go back to the house, and we find a way to get Soli and Sunny back.”

“And how are we supposed to do that?” Klaus asked. “We’re fucked if we get caught. Hell, Olaf might notice we’re gone and come get us right now.”

“Then we better get moving.” Nick said. “I saw the troupe member Violet said was guarding the stairs in the crowd, so we might be able to get up that way. We won’t have to climb the tower.”

“Good, cause I can’t climb for shit.” Klaus said, wiping his face with his sleeve.

“We wouldn’t do as good as Lilac or Violet anyway.” Nick shrugged. “If we had to make something.”

“What about the hook-handed man?” Klaus asked. “He’s guarding the room.”

“We’ll figure it out.” Nick said. “Come on.”

Klaus nodded, grabbing his brother’s hand. “Nick?”

“Yeah?”

“We’re going to be okay, right?”

“Lilac and Violet will think of something.” Nick nodded. “They always do.”

“I know. But are we gonna figure something out?”

“Course we will. Now,” Nick turned towards the direction of the house, narrowing his eyes. “Let’s get our sisters back.”

The third act went on for a very long time, and Violet was somehow getting both nervous and bored. She gripped tight onto her sister’s hand whenever Olaf began another monologue, scanning the audience. She could barely see any faces, but if she squinted and moved her hand over her eyes, she could make out a few. She saw Mr Poe a few rows back, watching intently with his wife- shit, yeah, she was a reporter, of course she’d be here… although Violet didn’t think she was a theater reporter, but then again, she seemed to love writing whatever she wanted.

An adult pulled her arm down, whispering something about not looking into the audience, and Violet pulled away sharply, almost leaning into Lilac, who was staring down at her hand and shaking. She kept reaching up to push her hair back, annoyed at it being down and falling over her shoulders.

When Justice Strauss finally made her way centerstage, one of the White-Faced Women pushed Lilac forwards, and Lilac stumbled across the stage, almost tripping over her dress, followed by Violet, who was once again staring into the audience so she didn’t have to look at what was happening onstage. Lilac and Olaf stopped in the middle of stage, and Lilac desperately tried to be brave.

Justice Strauss began her speech, and Lilac stared at the wall, gripping onto Violet’s hand. It seemed to go on forever, and all Lilac could think was please don’t let Olaf notice that Nick and Klaus are gone, please don’t let him tell the hook-handed man to drop Soli and Sunny, and please, please, let this work. Let this work.

“Do you,” Justice Strauss said, “Take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.” Count Olaf said, smiling. Violet felt Lilac shudder beside her.

“Do you,” Justice Strauss turned to Lilac, who hesitantly let go of Violet’s hand, and Violet stepped back, shutting her eyes tight, “Take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

Lilac hesitated a moment, her throat feeling clogged up. Then she choked out, “I do.”

Justice Strauss took the document from one of the other actors, placing it onto a small table. Olaf signed it first, taking a long quill pen from the table and writing quickly.

And, slowly, Lilac reached out her left hand, and wrote her name beside his.

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incorrectdeceptionquotes · 6 years ago

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A History of Secrets Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Jonathan took Farrah down to the FBI archives office. The woman he was looking for was sitting by her desk with her head down, looking at some book. Her red hijab framed her face, she wore long-sleeved yellow top with a long light pink cardigan on top along with a pair of jeans. He hesitated for a moment before knocking on the open door. Lara looked up to find the magician by the door with a stroller in hand. He gave a nervous smile, “Hi.”

The archivist gave a small grin, “Hi. Jonathan, right?”

“Yeah, I’m surprised you could tell.”

Lara shrugged, “You and your brother might look identical but you carry yourselves very differently.” Jonathan’s eyebrows raised slightly in amusement. “Plus your leather jacket is a bit of a giveaway.”

Jonathan looked down to the black leather jacket he was wearing and chuckled slightly, “I guess you’re right.”

“How can I help you?”

“Well... I was wondering if you could help us with something... I don’t know if it’s really your expertise but-”

“I can do what I can. Have a seat.” She gestured to the chair in front of her desk.

Jonathan was about to bring the stroller in when he realized that Lara’s office wasn’t that big. It could definitely fit Farrah’s stroller but it might make things a little snug. He placed the stroller outside the door, lifted up his niece into his arms. He was about to walk back in when Farrah pointed to the stroller and exclaimed, “Bunny!”

“Oh, sorry kiddo. Forgot about your bunny.” He took the bunny out of the stroller and Farrah was quick to wrap her arms around the pale blue plush. Jonathan came in and sat down, placing Farrah on his lap. He hesitated again for a moment before speaking up, “I-I was wondering if you had any information in the Blanc family.”

Lara raised her eyebrows in surprise, “Well, off the top of my head, I know that they’re a rich family. A combination of old money and new money. May I ask why?”

Jonathan nodded, “They’re kind of... our in-laws.”

“In-laws?”

“Our sister was married to Shawn Blanc.”

Lara looked at Jonathan then took a quick glance to Farrah who was still playing on Cameron’s phone. She knew from what Kay told her that Cameron and Jonathan were raising Farrah because she lost her parents. All she could say was: “I’m sorry.”

Jonathan nodded in appreciation. “And now, there’s this.” He took the letter out of his pocket and handed it to her.

He noticed how her expressions changed as she read through the letter. Her nostrils started to flair slightly. When she was done, she almost slammed the paper down, “They want to take her away?” Jonathan nodded, a little confused by her reaction. “Why now?”

“That’s the same question we have.” Jonathan sighed, “I was wondering if you could find anything on them that could prevent them from taking her away... you’d think Bennett Blanc being in prison for actual coldblooded murder wouldn’t have them so confident.” He tried to joke.

Lara gave a tiny smile, “I’ll do what I can. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

Jonathan shook his head, “I think that’s all for now.” Just then Farrah lifted the phone to Jonathan’s face to hand to him. He took his brother’s phone from the little girl, “You all done playing?” Farrah didn’t say anything and instead tried to wiggle her way onto the floor. Jonathan gently placed her on the ground and let her walk around a little, “Sorry, she just needs to stretch her legs.”

Lara’s smile only grew as she watched the little girl in denim overalls, white puff-sleeved t-shirt with pink flower clips in her hair waddle around her office with her stuffed animal in hand. “I don’t mind at all. I think she’s very sweet.”

“Thank you.” Jonathan replied with a grin, “I think so too.”

Lara was about to say something when she heard Farrah coo at something behind her. The archivist turned around her chair and found the little girl pointing at the bottom shelf of children’s books. She smiled at Farrah, “Do you wanna pick a book?” Farrah just shyly looked at her shoes, “It’s okay if you want to try to read one.”

Lara pulled out the book Farrah had been pointing at and handed it to the little girl. Farrah hesitantly took the book and gave Lara a toothy smile before she toddled back over to her uncle and showed him the book. Jonathan pretended to be incredibly amazed by the book as Farrah sat down and placed the book on her lap as she clumsily opened it to page through it. He looked to Lara, “Why do you have children’s books in your office?”

Lara shrugged, “Usually, some of my co-workers who had to come to work last-minute can’t get someone to look after their kids so I let them stay here. It’s kind of the calmest place a kid can be in a building like this.” She chuckled, “Plus I don’t really get that much to do outside of finding files for people.”

Jonathan was surprised, “Really?”

She nodded, “Yeah. Mike sometimes has Diego and Jaime hang out here while he has to finish up paperwork so I figured it made sense to just have a few kid-friendly books you know?” She glanced at Farrah who was tracing her tiny finger over the illustrations of the book. “Do you read to her a lot?”

Jonathan shrugged, “Uh, yeah, I guess. She really likes to be read to.”

“That’s really nice.” Lara gave slight grin as she got up from her chair. She walked over to the second bookshelf to the left, “So you said that you needed dirt on the Blancs?”

Jonathan chuckled, “Not really dirt. Just a reason that can prevent them from taking Farrah away.”

Lara raised an eyebrow in amusement, “So dirt?”

He let out a laugh this time, “You said it, not me.”

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Kay ran a hand through her hair as she looked through traffic camera footage, trying to see if she could identify Cornelia Berossi in the crowd. She had been told by the prison guards that the former mystery woman was now blond as her roots had grown out so that was something to look out for... but she could have already dyed her hair. She took another sip of her coffee, frustrated that somehow the fugitive had evaded all the cameras. It wasn’t until her stomach growled that she finally looked up from her screen. At that same moment, Cameron knocked on her office door. She smiled, “Hey.”

“Hi.” He walked in, closing the door behind him, “Do you wanna get some lunch?”

Kay sighed, “I’d love to but I’m still looking through this footage.”

Cameron walked over to her, “Any leads?”

She shook her head, “Not yet...” She ran her hand through her hair again, “I just don’t understand it. How is she not in any of this footage? There’s only so many ways to leave that prison and they’re all under surveillance.”

Cameron placed a hand on her shoulder, “Maybe you need to step away from it for a little while. Maybe get yourself some food.”

She placed her hand on his, “Cameron-”

“I’m not saying take the whole day off but you do need a break. You’ve been working non-stop for hours and you’ve only had coffee since breakfast.” She gave him a curious look, “You think that after all this time I can’t tell when you’re running on just caffeine?”

She rolled her eyes. She looked up to him, “How’s Farrah?”

“She’s alright. She’s with Johnny right now.”

“Why isn’t she at daycare?” Cameron averted her eyes, “Cameron...”

He sighed, “I know... I’m just worried.” He lightly gripped her hand as he looked back to her, “You should eat something. It might help.”

“You’re right.” She got up from her seat. She picked up her jacket, placing her phone and her wallet in the pockets, “Where to?”

“How about that diner down the street? I hear they have good pie.”

She smirked, “I thought we were getting lunch.”

“Lunch can include dessert.” He playfully argued.

“Do you want to ask the others if they want to join us?”

“They already went for lunch half an hour ago.”

Kay nodded as she put her jacket on, “You didn’t go with them?”

“And leave you to forget to take care of yourself? What kind of man would I be?” She rolled her eyes at him again as they went out the door.

(~**~) (~**~) (~**~) (~**~)

The day had gone by and they still had no leads on the former mystery woman. Kay decided to stay at her place seeing as she was going to get up early again in the morning.

Cameron and Jonathan went back to their apartment with a tuckered-out Farrah. The two brothers just discussed what they had managed to get done and were trying to figure out if there was something they were just not seeing. Upon arriving home and locking the door behind them, Jonathan let out a yawn. Cameron smirked at his brother, “Tired?”

“Yeah... I guess. I’ll get Farrah ready for bed.” He said in a bit of an exhausted tone.

Cameron shook his head as he took his tired niece out, “You go to bed, I got her.”

“You sure?”

“Take an early night. We’ll be fine.”

Jonathan gave a grateful sigh, “Thanks Cam. I’ll see you in the morning, good night.”

Cameron smiled, “G’night Johnny.”

“Nigh’ nigh’ Johnny” Farrah babbled.

Jonathan chuckled, “Good night Jellybean.”

Jonathan went into his room as Cameron took Farrah into her room. Once he finally got Farrah into her footie pajamas, after a few escape attempts by the toddler. Once he also gave her hair a quick brushing, he scooped up his niece and placed butterfly kisses on her cheeks making her giggle. Farrah grabbed his cheeks with her teeny hands. Cameron smiled as he cooed at her, “Did you know that I love you very much?” Farrah giggled as he took them to the kitchen to get her a bedtime bottle, “Yes I do, I love my little girl.” He placed her on the ground for a moment.

When he got out her bottle out, she started jumping up and down and pointed, “Botta! Botta!”

Cameron smiled at her excitement and held out his hand, letting her grasp his index finger. When they got back to Farrah’s room, Cameron placed her bottle on a table so he could pick her up. “Now. Are you going to go right to sleep after finishing your bottle?”

Farrah grabbed his nose and giggled, “Botta!”

“Aw, come on Fare Bear, I thought you grew out that.” Farrah just giggled again making Cameron smile again as she let go of his nose. He gave her a hug before placing her in her crib. He handed her the bottle, she was quick to grab it and start drinking it. Already, her eyelids began to droop. Cameron tucked her, and handed her the blue bunny she loved so much. As he walked out of her room and turned off the light, he just wished that whatever happened, Farrah would be alright.

(~**~) (~**~) (~**~) (~**~)

One year ago...

A young doctor with bright brown eyes furrowed his brows as read through some official-looking documents. “Shawn?” He heard a voice call out. A young woman with dark curly hair and blue eyes walked over to him and sat down with an eight-month-old child drinking a bottle.

Shawn smiled, “Hey Fifi.” He held out his hand, letting the little girl in his wife’s arms grasp his finger, “Hey Farrah... how’s my little princess doing?”

Fiona smiled down at her daughter as Farrah grinned at her father, “Well, I got her into her PJs and hopefully the bottle will help get her to sleep.” She looked to the papers on the desk, “Whatcha doing?”

“Oh uh... just... finalizing our will.”

Fiona raised an eyebrow in amusement, “We have a will? When did we get so fancy pants?”

Shawn chuckled, “Lots of people have wills Fiona.”

She just shrugged, “I never have. Never had a reason to.”

He gave a sad smile, “Well, I have two reasons to. One reason is the beautiful woman sitting next to me.” Fiona rolled her eyes as Shawn leaned over to kiss Farrah’s forehead, “And the other reason is my little princess.”

“Shawn, it’s past 8 o’clock. Does the sap tap ever turn off?” Fiona joked.

Shawn playfully rolled his eyes, “Oh ha, ha. This is actually pretty important.”

“How so?” Fiona asked as she took the empty bottle from Farrah and placed it on the desk.

“Well, I just mean that we have a baby and it’s not a bad idea to just have some things ready for her just in case...” Shawn couldn’t bring himself to say it.

Fiona intertwined her hand with her husband, “Shawn... I get that you’re worried about Farrah and it’s really sweet but you gotta remember that we’re going to be just fine.”

“I’m sorry, I guess I just feel better knowing that no matter what might happen, you and Farrah will be okay.” Fiona raised an eyebrow. “I just mean financially.” He showed her one of the papers, “See, this is my inheritance that I had already separated into my own separate account before my parents...”

“Cut you off?”

Shawn shrugged, “I don’t ever plan to use it because I don’t trust how my parents made that money in the first place and I have decent job where I make good honest money.”

“Why does your father keep sending you checks then?”

“I don’t know...” He replied, squeezing his wife’s hand, “But I’m not taking any money from that man. There’s always a catch with him.”

Fiona gave Shawn a sad smile as Farrah held her arms out to him wanting Shawn to take her. “So what does this will do for Farrah?” Fiona asked as Shawn took his baby girl in his arms, letting the baby rest her head on his shoulder.

Shawn handed her the paper, “I’ve turned my inheritance into a savings account for Farrah. That money will be hers.”

Well! Does that clear things up a little? No?

...Don’t worry, it will all make sense soon...ish...

Hope you guys liked this chapter, something big will be happening next chapter so stay tuned for that! <3

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