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coffeecaffineandeverythinginbtwn · 4 years ago

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Here is my @maribat-secret-santa-2020 gift for @liquid-luck-00

I’m really sorry It’s not finished (i had trouble finishing it due to school and some rough mental health problems) but I will be posting the outline so you can know the rest of what I had planned!

again i’m so so so sorry it’s not done. happy new year! please enjoy!

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Marinette and the Runaway Assassin

Marinette Grason and the Runaway Assassin

The first thing they could remember was always flying.

Their parents always told them that the first thing a Grayson ever did was fly.

Whether it be him tossing his sister in the air as she did flips, or flying on the low swing trapeze with his mother and father. they were born soaring.

Their family was the best of the best. Humans with the agility and grace of birds. Their family never stayed on the ground for long. Nothing could keep a Grayson on the ground.

Until they fell.

Their wonderful parents never flew again.

Dick was trying his best to keep it together, for his sister, but the pain was almost too much. He was just 16. What was he supposed to do now? He wasn’t of age to care for Marinette and he certainly didn't have much money at all.

It was two days after the fall that killed their parents. Dick had cried himself to sleep, so full of grief, stress and uncertainty the night before. He wanted, no, needed to keep his sister safe, but what were they supposed to do? Live on the street? Marinette deserved better than that. Not to mention her schooling. There was just so many things he needed to think about he had no idea if they’d ever even survive -

A knock sounded at the door, startling Dick from his thoughts.

“Excuse me,” a deep voice came from behind the door, “I would like to speak to a mister Dick Grayson.” With those words the pit inside his stomach grew. It was probably some social worker coming to separate him from the only family he had left.

Dick opened the door and saw a large man with dark hair and blue eyes in a suit, “If you’re here to take me and my sister to some orphanage, leave now. It’s not going to happen. Get lost.” Dick, the normally polite boy, ended his statement by quickly closing the door.

“Wait!” The man jumped in, using his foot to jam the door. “I’m not a social worker. Mister Grayson I presume?” Dick just narrowed his eyes and nodded his head, “My name is Bruce Wayne. I was hoping to come to an arrangement that would greatly help you and your sister.

Dick had the urge to scoff, but he let the man, Bruce, continue.

“You see, I lost my parents at a young age as well. I want to make you and Miss Marinette my wards. You two would both get to live in my manor with your own room and have all the things you two would need to live a happy life. And you would not be separated. This can all happen effective immediately, as soon as you say the word. So, What do you say?”

This was insane. It was everything he and Mari could need. They could lead a normal, safe, and good life. There were so many goods that could come of this and yet…

Graysons are never tied to the ground my little robin. We must never be afraid to spread our own wings and soar. We are free spirits and we fly our own way.

With only that thought in his head, his ressove hardened.

“While I appreciate the offer Mister Wayne, I’m afraid I have to decline.” He began, “My parents used to say that we should never let ourselves be tied down. They were free-spirited and loved to travel. I want my sister and I to continue their legacy.”

Bruce looked a little shocked at this, and also a bit put out., but he quickly covered it with a determined look of his own.

“I see. If I cannot assist with housing, please let me help in any other way possible. Money is no issue, I can promise you that.” Bruce looked so ready to help them. And hell, if they couldn't use the help.

Dick was at a loss for words, “I- Mister Wayne- I can’t thank you enough!” Marinette would get to have the life their parents would have wanted for her. He didn’t have to worry about money any more. They could be free and go where the wind would take them. This flood of relief he felt did ease his grief a little for only a moment. It was one weight lifted off his shoulders.

“It’s the least I could do Mister Grayson.” He nodded, looking a bit relieved himself.

“Please, call me Dick Mister Wayne.” At that Bruce’s mouth quirked upwards the tiniest bit.

“Only if you call me Bruce.”

Over the next few years, Dick and Marinette went everywhere imaginable, traveling with the circus.

Eventually they decided to travel at their own pace. Marinette instided they spend more time in their favorite countries. They spent a few months in each, both gathering a love for each culture and language. Marinette especially took a bit of every country with her, absorbing each like a sponge.

Without the circus to keep them active in their travels and with barely any means to keep themselves protected, Dick and Marinette accumulated a mesh of different fighting styles. Neither ever truly mastered one, but both fought in a way very specific to them.

Currently somewhere in Italy, the two were waiting for one of their mentors to arrive for a meeting.

“Duckie!!” Marinette, now nine, ran to her brother with that particular spark in her eye, “Duckie! Guess what!”

Dick, smiled a little at the familiar nickname, “What’s up Nettie?”

Marinette jumped up and down excitedly. “Look what I can do!”

The small girl smiled and ran a little ways into the field nearby and did three handsprings to the shock, and pride of her brother.

“Good job Marinette,“ A voice that was not Dick‘s called from behind them, “I’m glad to see that you are improving well.”

An overall average looking man in his late 30’s wearing a firm, yet warm expression walked towards them.

Their mentor, Malachi Dobraski.

“Uncle Chi!” The Marinettw siblings voiced, running to him.

Malachi’s mouth turned upwards at the sibling’s outburst. “Yes, yes I have finally arrived. You two are, of course, ever so humbled to be in my presence.” There was a stretch of silence before the three burst out in laughter.

“Wonderful to see you two as always.” He said as he bent down to give Marinette a hug.

“So what did you need Malachi? You never call meetings so early in the month.” Dick said as he turned to face him.

Malachi hummed in an impressed manner, “Very astute Richard. I asked you here today because I wanted you to meet a friend of mine I had mentioned earlier. Gina, If you remember.”

At the mention of the woman Marinette perked up, The one who travels all around the world like us? We really get to meet her?” She topped off her questions with a wiggle of excitement.

“We’ll have to see about that Nettie.” Dick spoke fondly as he smiled at his sister’s antics. He then turned his attention to Malachi, “Will she be in town soon? You’re rarely one to throw out praise for no reason and you’ve spoken highly of her in the past.”

“She is a lady well deserving of my praise, Richard. To answer your question, yes. Ms. Gina will be in town Thursday evening.” their mentor said with another small grin.

Dick hummed while tapping his chin, “That’s about two days from now. Unfortunately me and Mari probably won’t be able to meet with her right away. We’re tied up until Saturday I believe. Will she be in town for long?”

“Gina is a free spirit, so it’s hard to say. However she has been interested in you two since I mentioned I was taking students again. I expect she’ll stay long enough to meet you.”

“That’s great!” Dick said, as cheerful as ever, “That settles it then.”

“Yay! We get to meet aunt Gina!” Marinette exclaimed, jumping up and down.

Instead of correcting his sister, Dick just shook his head with a laugh. Why does everyone we hear of instantly become family?

Marinette sat at a tall table in a quiet cafe. Her tiny legs swung eagerly underneath her as she hummed to herself. Her brother was up at the counter ordering their drinks. She was sketching, or trying to. It was really hard to focus when she was so full of jitters.

Today was the day they were supposed to meet Ms. Gina and while Marinette was excited, she was just as, if not more, nervous. She has always been this way with new people.

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That is the end of what i have written BUT NOW the outline:

Section One

Dick is older in this 16/17

Mari is 5 or 6

They grow up with their parents, until they die, again.

Dick is old enough to be emancipated/take custody of Mari

(Bruce didn’t adopt them but he helped Dick get emancipated and gave them loads of money)

Their parents were free spirits and loved to travel

Dick decides they should keep that alive.

The two stay with the circus traveling for around a year

And they continue to travel for 1 or 2 years

They meet Gina

Dick kinda wants to settle down Gina recommends Paris

They go to Paris

They get an apartment (thank you plot convenient Bruce money)

(she’s around 10 or 11 now. He’s 19 or 20 now)

Dick wants Mari to make friends or get a feel for regular school so she goes to FD

Section Two

Separately, Damian and the league are in turmoil (the coup happens)

Thalia might die Idk

Damian, not knowing what else to do, flees to Paris?

Tom and Sabine have always wanted children but were never successful

They find this aggressive child on the streets of course they take him in

Damian would grumble about their ‘lower status’ but would of course be secretly grateful and surprised at the unconditional love and care he receives from T and S

Section THree

Back to Mari

Being raised by Dick, she learned to be true to herself and also headstrong

She takes no crap from Chloé

(She eventually learns of her situation with her mother and they become less aggressive towards each other)

(she also learns a lot of different skills and fashion things)

Section Four

Damian arrives at FD

(He’s like 10 or 11 Mari is like 11)

Damian and Mari are both ahead of the curriculum (Both home schooled) same class

She is her kind self, doesn't know anyone else well and Dami is another new kid.

They stick together out of a sort of necessity

He’s cold at first but (go figure) he softens for her eventually

They slowly grow closer as friends

Dick becomes another behaviour mentor and Brother esq figure to Dami

Dick also sees Daminette’s in love right away

He teases Mari about it

Bada Boom they're 13 now

Section Five

Miraculos canon GO

Mari gets ladybug Dami gets cat

Mari doesn't get a crush on Adrien (the gum incident doesn’t happen because Chlo and Mari are on better terms)

Mari and Dami both immediately recognize each other in costume

Mari’s outfit is black with red detailing sans her cape/glider that’s full red with the five black spots. Has deep red boots that go up to the knee. Her ribbons are longer and can detach to use as a makeshift ribbon dance things (she also goes by Ladybird instead of Ladybug)

Damian’s outfit is his assassin outfit but black and tan undertones with cat ears (his pupils don’t change to slits) Damian goes by Leopard

Dick notices a change immediately He confronts Mari, She caves and tells him too

(She consequently reveals Damian’s Identity as well. No one could have that kind of chemistry with Mari that quickly)

He signs her up for many martial arts classes (She already had training in a few, picking up a lot from her travels)

Damian also helps train Mari in some ~Assassin Skills~

Basically, they’re bad asses.

The only thing stopping them from defeating Hawkey boy quickly is the fact that they can’t find where he is

Section Six

Moving on, Salt

Lila happens

Lila still sets her sights on Adrian (he’s got money at this point Damian is just a baker's boy to Lila.

Lila isolates the two from the rest of the class, even more so than they already were

Damian thinks the class are even bigger idiots

Lila is still an awful person and wants to make both Dami and Mari’s live miserable

Lila tries to go to Dick about Mari “bullying” her

He laughs in her face (he choses laughter instead of seething anger. thanks Hawky)

Lila then tries to get through to Tom and Sabine about Damian

This time it works, they have less reason to trust Damian (and he was also a major prick when they first took him in

(this happens over a year or so. Lila slowly gaining the trust of the class and Tom and Sabine)

The environment gets very toxic Dami and Mari decide to leave the school and go to online schooling (like at college level)

Section Seven

Time skip. They are 16 now

The two have had feelings for a while, they now realize them

Dami is less emotionally stunted, having both Dick and Mari around (Tom and Sabine too but they kinda suck now) so he doesn’t panic much

Mari is full panic mode

Dick is just in the corner all smug-like. (“you didn’t know you loved him? I’ve known this for years”)

Que pining

Lots of pining

There’s some angst, Tom and Sabine are negligent towards Damian (not mean but still neglectful)

He ends up staying with Dick and Mari more often than not

Eventually they both confess after a particularly rough akuma battle (the one where mari becomes the guardian?)

Both of them almost watched the other die. That was too heartbreaking for either of them to not confess

So they are together now.

It was an easy transition, they were already married pretty much

They’ve already figured out who Hawky boy is. They just need evidence

They get evidence. They also discover Lila was working with him

They take care of the Hawkmoth situation

Section Eight

Everything is good now right? Wrong

Batman Finally goes to Paris once Hawky is defeated,

(he kept in touch with Dick all these years and knew what was going on, {He practically became their “uncle Bruce”} He only stayed away cuz Hawkmoth)

When Damian sees Bruce visiting Mari’s House he freezes,

Mari: “what's wrong Dami?”

Dami: *whispers in her ear*

M: “He’s your WHAT???”

D; *whispers more*

M: “I- You- Um- WHAT”

D: *walks up to Bruce* “Hello, I know this is an odd way to meet but I am sure you know of Thalia Al’ Ghoul.” *B nods wairily* “Yes, well, I am your son. And unfortunately hers as well.”

“Yes, I’d be perfectly happy to do a blood test.”

Dick and Mari are shook

“Damian, You must come to live with me in Gotham”

Dun

Dunnnnnn!!!!!

End Part One

Again I am sincerely sorry I was not able to complete this story in time. Like I said before, I will (maybe/probably) be finishing this and planning a part two! I hope you enjoyed! (even though it’s the first fanfic i’ve written)

#maribat #maribat secret santa #platonic dickinette #sibling dickinette #daminette #maridami #mlb x dc

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thecottageinthedark · 4 years ago

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Locked Tomb sortings: Ortus Nigenad

Real talk here; Ortus is probably my favourite character in the books so far. And his Sorting is actually pretty easy; he’s a Double Bird.

Ortus studies poetry and history, not because he feels it’s his duty (like Badger Secondary Harrow with her necromancy, labouring under the weight of her position) but because he loves it. It’s his special interest. He knows stuff about obscure prose forms. He figures out that Matthias Nonius fought and won a favour from a Lyctor; Harrow herself didn’t know that, but Nonius’s ghost confirms it. He comes up with the plan to beat the Sleeper and force her out of the river bubble-and he does that by using the Noniad, together with the spirit magic of Abigail Pent. Bird secondaries use their tools.

And it’s a very Double Bird plan; he imposes a framework of rules on Wake. A truth system. By the rules of the Noniad, Wake cannot use firearms, must spout exposition as she fights, and is fated to put up a good fight but ultimately lose. That is how antagonists behave in the system of the Noniad. (It’s also quite Bird to deconstruct the tropes of his own writing like that, to be aware of them.)

Abigail comments that the revenant link to Nonius was formed via ‘pure passion’. Ortus is never passionate about people he knows, people he interacts with. But he’s passionate about his interests. On a visceral, emotional level he cares more about Matthias Nonius than he cares about people who are right in front of him. That’s Bird secondary passion, the ferocious geekiness of it.

He describes the ‘cool S’ in detail rather than just saying ‘it’s the letter S’ or ‘it’s an S in odd calligraphy’. Another piece of paper in the false Canaan House says “If you come to my room, I will make you the potato dish you liked" and he immediately delivers the immortal line ‘how must we understand potato’-he’s looking for double meanings, analysing. Harrow snarks at him meanly and he praises her for her cleverness. And earlier in that same scene, he tells Harrow that he will obey her, as it is his duty, but she has no right to his mind.

“My lady, I follow your every order … I will accept your chidings gratefully. I will watch you slay whomsoever you feel the need to slay, and I will sponge the blood from your brow … but when I lay me down to sleep, I am a fully grown man who is allowed to feel precisely what I want, about anything I want. There has never been a rule against doing so, and that has always been my deep and unyielding relief with regard to you—to my lady mother—to Captain Aiglamene. Your final will be done, my lady.”

Muir, Tamsyn. Harrow the Ninth (The Locked Tomb Trilogy) (p. 133). Tom Doherty Associates. Kindle Edition.

It’s a bit Liony-but see that appeal to order, ‘there has never been a rule against doing so’. That to me looks like a Bird Primary with a fair whack of Lion in his system standing up to Harrow’s Authoritarian exploded Badger. It’s Ortus saying that she can force his outward compliance-he cannot stop her-but that he will not count her as having authority over his thoughts or feelings.

(And then he follows it up with a jab insulting her knowledge base. “I’m certain your studies have kept you from the full breadth of the classics”!)

And when Ortus makes his apology to Harrow for not being there for her when she was a kid?

I am sorry for everything … I am sorry for what they did … I am sorry that I was no kind of cavalier to you. I was so much older, and too selfish to take responsibility, and too affrighted by the idea of doing anything difficult or painful. I was weak because weakness is easy, and because rebuff is hard. I should have known there was really nobody left … I should have seen the cruelty in what Crux and Aiglamene encouraged you to bear. I knew what had happened to my father, and I suspected for so long what had happened to the Reverend Father and Mother. I knew I had been spared, somehow, from the crèche flu, and that my mother had been driven demented by the truth. I should have offered help.

Muir, Tamsyn. Harrow the Ninth (The Locked Tomb Trilogy) (pp. 400-401). Tom Doherty Associates. Kindle Edition

Ortus knows he failed morally, and he talks about that failure as his failure to pay attention to the facts, to think about what he knew and act on what he thought. That’s a Bird Primary morality. And even though his mother was ‘driven demented by the truth’, he takes that as a sign that he should have tried harder to connect the dots, to figure it out.

#sorting hat chats #the locked tomb #but have you considered #ORTUS NIGENAD #?#harry potter #harrow the ninth spoilers

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coffee-imagines · 4 years ago

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Dishes

Pairing: Tom x reader

Requested: Tom riddle prompt 55 (We’ll do dishes together)

Warnings: none

Summary: Washing dishes turns into a water fight

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You were standing in line, waiting for the chores to be assigned to everyone. You had been in the orphanage the longest, and you’d been able to pick which chore you got to do unless there were big messes that needed almost all of you to help.

“Tom, you’re on dishes today.” The head lady explained and you looked over to him. You knew washing dishes was a big job with all the kids that were in the orphanage, and you knew by experience that it was a hard job to do all by yourself. You knew no one else would have volunteered, everyone but you avoiding and never talking to Tom.

“We’ll do dishes together.” You offered, making Tom look over to you in surprise. You gave him a small smile, walking over to stand next to him and everyone moved on, splitting up to get everything done.

You’d taken it upon yourself to start filling up the sink with warm water, grabbing the dish soap from the cabinets. You knew where everything was like the back of your hand, having accepted that you weren’t ever going to get out of the orphanage at a young age. Many days you had explored all the rooms that you were allowed to go in, and some that were off limits. You found washing the dishes calming, so when Tom’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts you couldn’t help but jump in surprise.

“Why are you doing chores with me?” Tom asked, making you look over at him.

“Dishes are always a pain, and I knew no one else would’ve volunteered.” You explained, grabbing the sponges and towels. “You wash I dry?” You asked, causing his head to tilt to one side.

“Shouldn’t it be the other way around?” He asked and you laughed shaking your head.

“You need to get your hands dirty Riddle. It’ll do you good.” You smirked, placing the sponge in his hand before giving it a pat before you moved out of the way to let him get to the sink. He smiled, grabbing the first plate off the mountain of dishes.

You both worked quietly at first, both of you hiding blushes every time your fingers would brush when he handed you a newly washed dish. You made small conversation while you worked, both of you finally being able to get to know each other more than you ever had before. You didn’t understand why everyone else always avoided Tom, he had been nicer to you than most of the other kids. The both of you found each other easier to talk to than anyone you had ever met before, but you’d noticed a change in Tom’s tone the second you’d both started talking about everyone else in the orphanage.

“You know everyone here doesn’t like me because I’m weird right?” Tom asked and you shook your head.

“I think you’re just misunderstood Tom.” You started, looking at the boy next to you. “No one ever takes the time to get to know you. You’re actually quite lovely to be around.” You smiled, a small blush forming on your face, the plate you were drying in your hand suddenly becoming the most interesting thing in the world.

“You’re fun to be around too.” Tom explained softly, an awkward silence settling in a few seconds later. You continued drying the plate in your hand, not realizing Tom had now been holding out a new plate for you. He’d waited patiently at first, but after trying to get your attention, he put the plate down and dipped his hand in the water before splashing it onto you.

“Tom!” You exclaimed, your entire shirt soaked in water. You grabbed a cup you had put in the dry pile, dunking it in the sink scooping out water before tossing it on him.

“Hey!” He laughed, grabbing the cup from your hand, pulling you against him. He dunked the cup back in, pouring it directly on top of your head while you tried to squirm out of his grip.

“It’s on.” You laughed when you finally got out of his grip, cupping your hands together in the water, scooping it and flinging it in his face.

You made a run for it after that, Tom chasing you not far behind. You both found ways to get more water, both of you soaking not over each other, but the floor. Tom made a run for you but you tried to fake him out, failing miserably. You skid on the wet floor letting out a squeal when you lost control of the direction you were headed, Tom’s arms wrapping around your waist to keep you from falling.

“Thank you.” You whispered looking up at him, your eyes flickering down to his lips and back up to his eyes. He nodded, his eyes doing the same before you both started leaning in. Your arms wrapped around his neck, both of your eyes fluttering closed when you finally met in the middle. You felt sparks through your whole body, Tom deepening the kiss making you melt.

“What do you two think you’re doing?!” You heard someone yell making you both jump apart to see the head lady. You were sure you both looked like a mess, dripping from head to toe in water and bubbles.

“Washing dishes?” You asked innocently with a shrug.

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pixie88 · 4 years ago

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The Cheat Pt 1

Chapter 2 - Adam & Ellie.

A/N | I wrote this over a year ago but never published it. I kinda need a break from FF and Choices characters. It’s not really a FF but Adam is base a little on a character on tv, so maybe it is. Let me know if you would like to be tagged!

Summary | Ellie has a meeting with creepy Jasper, but Adam doesn’t let her go alone.

Check previous chapters of Adam & Ellie HERE.

Word count | 1.9k

Warnings | 18 + Only and Fluff.

Pairings | Adam x Ellie

Enjoy!

She bumped into Adam a couple of times in passing, they say the odd hello here and there, but nothing more. Work started at the shop, which is finished within three weeks. Tom comes over to help her put up the shop sign, she called it Bridezillas, she thought it was quite funny really.

After Tom has fitted the sign he is about to head home, when she looks up at it and noticed it was a little dirty from where he put the sign onto the floor. "Not to worry. I will get the jet hose on it, and you better go before you are late for yours and Justin's date night," he gets into his car and leaves.

The hose isn't long enough, Great, bucket and sponge it is! She grabs the step ladder, she has in the shop which is only stretched so far.

While she was trying to clean what she could reach, she heard a familiar Scottish voice call over "Bridezillas, I love it!" He chuckles, she turned, it was him. "Yeah, I wanted something a bit fun. It's not the usual bridal shop name." she laughs, he comes over and grabs the ladder, holding it with one hand, "You need a taller ladder! You shouldn't be stretching to clean it. You'll fall!" he says.

"Alright Dad!" she teases him, he pretends to move the ladder "Oi, stop it! I will fall if you do that again!" she giggles, but as he predicted she slipped on a wet step and fell from the ladder only for Adam to let go of it to catch her. She fell onto him with full force which knocks him off balance, and he falls to the floor with her landing on top of him.

As they hit the floor, his arms still wrapped around her, he looks up at her, and she looks down at him, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry are you hurt?" she asks trying get up quickly.

He tries to get up "Ouch, my back! Are you ok?" he asks, "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, I had a soft landing!" she tries to make a joke of it. "At least one of us did!" He smiles as she helps him to his feet "shall we get you to the doctors?" she asks, worried him "no, I think I'll be fine, just bruised probably"

"Sorry again. I owe you one for catching me!" she says and he smirks "That's ok, just don't go falling off any more ladders! I won't always be around to catch you!" He chuckles as he walks off back to his office.

She feels awful, but then remembered how nice he felt underneath her, she smiled.

An idea pops into her head, so she closes up the shop for an hour and heads out.

Later...

She makes her way over Adam’s office and where Rob tells her, he is at the pub with HER. When she get there, she spots Adam with her at a table, he still looks like he's in pain.

He smiles when he saw her walk over.

"Hiya, how are you feeling?" she asks feeling guilty "a bit better now I've had a drink," Laura touches his arm "What a hero! My hero!" She says. Argh! She turns to Adam "again, I'm really, really sorry!! This is to say thanks. It's a present you both can enjoy. I guess." she says through gritted teeth as she hands him the envelope.

He pulls out the spa vouchers for two and places them back inside the envelope. "I can't accept these!" He tells her "Oh, please, I insist you did save me from smashing my face into the floor! I think these are the least I can do." she put on her best pouty face, so he can't say no, and he smirks, but it's more of a cheeky grin. "Ok, ok fine! I'll take them."

She takes the spa vouchers off him and grins "these cover treatments, a room and dinner for two babe! This is great!" She tells him, "Right, I'll leave you two to it and I'll see you around!" She turns to leave the pub when she heard him call after her "Ellie, wait!" She turns to him with a smile, "Thank you! That’s really sweet of you! See you later," she nods and leaves the pub.

Two weeks later...

She leaves the flat and headed towards the train station, she’s meeting a client in the city centre.

She heard his raised husky voice, she turns to see him leaving his office angry with Laura following him, "I can't believe you! You disgust me! I can’t even want to look at you right now!" He hisses over his shoulder, Ellie turns and slowly walk towards the station trying to listen in with her back towards them.

"Adam, please listen to me! It meant nothing to me! It was drunk and stupid mistake!" She shouts at him, "I'm the one that's stupid! You and Darren go ahead and play your little games, but leave me out of it!" He shouts back at her, but he sounds closer than he did before.

She grabs her ticket and makes her way to the entrance of the train station when someone from behind bumps into her. Her folder and paperwork goes flying onto the floor as she bends down to pick everything up, the stranger helps her and says "sorry" in a familiar accent, it's him.

She looks up, "oh, don't worry! It's ok," she says, trying to pick up her stuff. They both stand when everything is collected from the floor, and he tries to tidy up the paperwork and hands it to her.

"So, sorry again, I didn't see you there," he says in an apologetic tone "It is fine, honestly. I'm early anyway, so I can sort them out on the train.." she softly laughs to let him know it’s ok, a hint of a smile appears on his face.

"Where are you going?"

"Just in to the city centre to meet a client." she rolls her eyes as she tells him, "that doesn't sound so bad," he says, "yeah, It wouldn't be if he wasn't a creep! But he spends the whole meeting staring at my tits!" He laughs, then stops as if he's thinking about something.

"Hence the polo neck, top!"

"So, why the short skirt with a slit? What if I come with you? I need to get out of here for a bit. Dress talk sounds a lot better than sitting at a bar talking to myself!" He asks pleading, "Oh, is everything ok? And as for the skirt it was the only clean one I had and I figured we would be sitting at a table anyway. " She pretends she didn't hear the whole slanging match just a few minutes ago.

"I don't really want to talk about it if I'm honest,"

"Oh ok! Well, if you do, I'm all ears, but until then you're more than welcome to tag along and talk dresses if you want?" she asks, hoping he says yes. "If that's ok with you?" she smiles "Yeah, it's fine!" she tries to hide her excitement.

He takes her folder and carries it for her, they are sitting waiting for the train in silence. Awkward!! The train pulls in, and they get on and she starts to sort through all the paperwork, while he stares out of the window.

Ten minutes later...

They arrive in the city centre and they get off the train, he breaks the silence "so, where is this meeting then?" He asks, "Oh, it's at Zizzi's. Have you been there?"

"No, I can't say I have!" He tells her, she tuts disappointed "Wow, it's probably the best place here!" softly laughs.

"Well, I guess I'll find out what I'm missing out on" he flashes a cheeky smile.

When they reach Zizzi's Jasper the designer isn't there yet, they take a seat in the oval booth the waiter walks over to them.

"Can I get you something to drink?" the waiter asks them, "I'll have a double brandy!" she looks at him, but he doesn't see her and turn to the waiter "I'll have a glass of white wine please?" the waiter rushes off to get their drinks.

"So, she does drink?" she looks at him confused before he answers "the last drink, we had together, you were drinking a ginger ale" he smiles. Wow, he remembers our first drink together!! "Yeah, I do when I haven't got a five am delivery!".

Their drinks arrive, and we are talking for about fifteen minutes, when he turns to her "I know I said that I didn't want to talk about it, but I need to get this off my chest. Laura cheated on me with her ex boyfriend Darren,"

"Oh, Adam! That's awful! It's a stupid question I know, but are you ok?" He smirks "Yeah, you're right, it is a stupid question, but that's the only question people seem to ask when something like this happens!" before she realizes what she’s doing, she touches and squeezed his arm as if to let him know she’s here to listen.

He gives her a small smile as Jasper arrives at the booth and slides in next to her, Argh, great! She rolls her eyes. Adam catches her doing it and laughs quietly to himself. "So, we have company? Who is this Miss. Jones?" but before she can say anything Adam speaks up, "Me? Oh, I am her boyfriend. We have a date after this, so I thought as I was early I'd sit in on this meeting. I hope you don't mind? I'm Adam by the way!" He holds out his hand to shake Jasper’s, who seems bewildered by Adams statement just as much as she does.

She plays along with Adams lie as it will look bad if she calls him out on it. She looks through the designs.

After a while Jasper excuses himself to the bathroom, she turns to Adam, "why did you tell him you were my boyfriend???" He laughs as if it's a joke, "well, has he looked down at your chest area once? And the look on his face! That was priceless!"

"No, but now every time I meet him I have to remember I apparently have a boyfriend!" he laughs at her words.

"A girl like you won't be single for long!" she blushes and was about to reply, but Jasper arrives back at the table.

Jasper arrives back at the table.

They agree on a few designs that she would like to sell in the shop and a price before Jasper takes his leave. "It's been a pleasure, Miss. Jones and nice to meet you Adam, you are one lucky man" he says as he is leaving. "Thanks again and see you soon, Jasper," I say and Adam shakes his hand "oh, I know!"

"Wow, you really have a business head on you!" Adam says with an impressed look on his face, "Well, I learned from the best. My dad and mum taught me everything I know." she smiled remembering her Dad.

"Well, this calls for a celebration. More drinks!" he's obviously determined to get drunk, but she doesn't blame him.

The reason she moved was because her ex cheated on her.

"Erm, Adam, do you want to finish what we were talking about earlier?"

"What's talking going to do? It won't make it better," he says as he orders more drinks.

She could see this wasn't going to end well.

@munstysmind

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 3.

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lokis-lady-death · 5 years ago

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Slither Pt 10

Loki x Reader

Reader is a museum curator that has been put in charge of a Viking/Norse exhibit at the Smithsonian Museum. While going through all the artifacts, she comes across a strange relic that seems to have a mind of it’s own. She accidentally stumbles into an ancient world of gods.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Recap:

As a museum curator, you have handled hundreds if not thousands of ancient artifacts for the Smithsonian Museum, yet none of them could have prepared you for the viking exibit’s newest attraction: the Chains of Sygn. Though they appeared to be just another trinket of a time long forgotten, the snake-like piece of jewelry sparked to life before your very eyes and transported you to the majestic kingdom of Asgard.

That’s where you met Loki, the god of mischief. He certainly lived up to his title, his quick wit and ominous magic luring you in while his hidden agenda kept you on edge. After fighting some apprehension, as well as a possessed necklace with a mind of its own,there was finally a sense of trust building between the two of you.

Perhaps even something a bit more.

The only problem? Just you and Loki were beginning to see eye to eye, the original owner of the Chains of Sygn request their return, meaning you will be counting down the days until the god is no longer a part of your life.

Facing an uncertain future with the god of mischief, you let yourself get talked into a night out with him along with your coworker Chris Evans and his friend, a handsome british actor whose motives are quite clear: Tom Hiddleston.

Slither 10

Tom walked around the front of thee also car, his eyes locked on yours while a playful smirk stayed on his face. After sliding in, he pulled up a menu on the touch screen built into the dashboard to enter in the club’s address. When he was finished, you heard the navigator’s calm, robotic tone confirm, “Setting your course.”

Tightly wrapping your fingers around the steering wheel, once his seatbelt click into place, you shifted gears and laid down on the gas pedal. The tires spun excitedly under the Jaguar, Chris and Tom both grabbing hold of their seats as the car rushed out of the parking lot, while in the back seat a wild grin stretched across Loki’s face.

You rolled out like a Nascar racer as AC/DC's Highway to Hell played through the stereo, the tires screeching down the road while the men had varying levels of eagerness and fear etched into their eyes. It wasn’t the sort of thing you would normally do, but something about tonight seemed to spark a fire in your belly. Perhaps it was the mystic allure and forbode of Loki, or the intensely attractive and flirtatious Tom, or even the hilarity of Chris’s horror.

Whatever the cause, you knew this was going to be a night to remember.

That is, until coming across one of the many intersections on your way down the main street. The light flashed from yellow to red before you could pass, making you slam to an abrupt halt and throw everyone forward with a thud.

“Those are some tight breaks,” you laughed innocently as the others recuperated from the jolt.

Chris snapped from the back seat, “I’d like to get to the club in one piece, y/n!”

Rolling your eyes, you happened to see something that grabbed at your attention. “Oh, look, the zoo!”

The street sign read overhead in large bold letters ZOO followed by a plethora of animal images stamped into the concrete wall along the walkway. The Smithsonian Zoo of Washington DC was always one of your favorite places to visit, though it was obviously closed at this time of night.

"That's not where we're going."

You cut your eyes at Chris in the rear view mirror. "Well, it would have been my choice. But that's fine, I'm enjoying driving anyway."

“We’re doomed,” he groaned, sinking deeper into his seat.

Loki leaned forward to see what you were referring to, taking a special interest in the banisters lining the light poles leading down the sidewalk. "Interesting. A place that houses animals in the middle of a city?"

You softly answered, “They’re not like out-out. It’s perfectly safe, they’re behind fences.”

He huffed, “How disappointing.”

“What’ll be really disappointing is when y/n kills us and we don’t make it to the club,” Chris threw in.

“She’s just having a bit of fun,” Tom argued weakly, his own voice holding a slight tremor. “Though as I’ve noticed driving through the city, there’s enough stops to keep speeding… Minimal.”

“Oh, that doesn’t sound entertaining in the slightest,” Loki sighed, his hand coming up to your shoulder and giving it a light squeeze. He leaned up, whispering so only you could hear, “The lights need to be green for you to go,yes?”

You nodded, feeling a flutter in your chest from the innocent touch. “Lights green for me, red for other lanes.”

He gave a court nod and leaned back into his seat. Just before your light changed, you glanced at him in the rear view mirror, noticing a faint glow behind his gaze.

And just like that, the light turned green and you were off.

Tom and Chris stiffened as you gained speed, only having to move around someone a few times before the next light came. You were about to come up to a red light, but just before you pressed the brake, the light instantaneously flashed to green. Cars in oncoming lanes slammed brakes at the sudden light change as your lane received the right of way.

You revved the engine and zoomed on through, ignoring the sideways glance from Tom.

Every light in your way stayed green or changed just before you got to it, giving you a thrill that kept you slightly building speed. You knew Loki must be involved, though you couldn’t sort out just how he managed such a feat. Chris and Tom seemed just as entranced by it, neither commenting on the speed, rather staying wide eyed and agasped by the miraculous luck. The sound of the high powered engine mixed with the roar of tires and insane cackles from the others in the car as you zoomed down the street, turning when instructed, sending the car into a slight drift you managed to control.

It felt like a scene out of a Fast and Furious movie, Loki sucking up the chaos like a psychotic sponge, Chris trembling in the back corner, and Tom sitting at your side with a mixture of enthusiasm and panic on his face until the saving words came out of the navigator once you settled into a parking space outside of the club.

“You have arrived.”

“Oh thank god,” you heard Chris cry out while clinging to the back of Tom’s seat. Tom, on the other hand, calmly -though quite stiff- climbed out and lifted it up, letting Chris fall out to the safety of the ground. “That is NOT how I’m going back home!”

You couldn’t help but ignore his pain, turning the car off and taking one last moment to run your fingers over the smooth leather of the steering wheel.

That was possibly the most fun you had ever had driving a car, the rush of endorphins pushing you to go faster and faster was more invigorating than you had expected.

“You were quite magnificent,” Loki whispered to you just before brushing a hand down your arm and moving across the seat to get out.

"It was a little reckless," you admitted, though you couldn't conceal how thrilled you had become.

"Reckless looks good on you."

Ignoring his comment and the rush of heat in your cheeks, you got out to Tom holding his hand to you for the keys.

With a shrug of your shoulders you offered, “Guess it’s not too much car for me after all.”

He narrowed his eyes while his smile grew. "It seems your godly friend has some tricks up his sleeves. Did you know he could do such a thing? Control traffic lights?"

You glanced over to Loki as he was straightening his suit with Chris beside him still shaken from the drive. There was always denial: you could deny what was obvious to Tom like you had done before, or you could listen to your gut and realize it was a futile attempt. Chris might have been naive enough to think everything that happened was just extreme coincidences, but the quick witted brit seemed to immediately believe the unbelievable. After letting you nearly kill him in a borrowed Jaguar, you wondered if it was even worth bothering with anymore.

"I didn't…" You finally got out, "He's just full of surprises."

For the briefest of moments, Tom's smile dissipated, leaving behind something much more serious that was quite recognizable. "Hopefully all his surprises will be that innocent."

Your brow furrowed at the comment, but you couldn't question it further as he waved an arm towards the brightly lit main entrance, announcing to everyone, “Our palace awaits!”

It was no Asgard, but for DC, it felt regal in its own right. The white stone walls of the club Ultrabar were brightly colored by the massive blue and white spotlights that beconned the young hip crowd to its doors. Dance music rang out every time the doors flew open, the sounds of a bass thumping to an irresistible dance beat echoing into an otherwise quiet night. Tom went on ahead, shimmying his hips as you all crossed over towards the sound, like he couldn’t contain his urge to move and was entranced by the tone. Loki came around to your other side, sliding a hand onto the small of your back and offering you a grin when you glanced up at him.

“is this truly a palace? It's not exactly what I would have imagined… "

" No, Tom is just being theatrical. It's just a club."

"And what does one do in this type of club?ust we join?”

“No, ha, no. It's not that type of club, that's just a name for it. It's a bar with a dance floor. We’re going there,” you pointed across to the building you were all walking towards, “To do that,” you pointed to Tom who was now coercing Chris into side stepping with him.

The god's nose wrinkled at the notion. “I don't believe I'll be doing… That.”

You laughed, looping an arm around his and bringing him closer, much to his own surprise and pleasure. He relaxed under your touch and together the two of you followed the others up to the mass of people waiting to get inside. Once entrance fees were covered--all by courtesy of the ever gracious Tom- you went inside to the main dance floor.

Despite the aged, elegant architect of the bar’s exterior, inside it was a stark modern style, mostly white marble with underglows of blue and white lights giving soft illumination under the bars and by the floor. Large glowing spheres lit up above the dance floor where several people were already moving against each other to the music the DJ pumped through the stereo system.

It was so loud you could hardly hear yourself think, feeling a nerve pull inside of you at the mass amounts of bodies crashing into one another while they danced along to the techno beats. Chris and Tom moved on with ease while you and Loki stayed along the wall, watching as everyone else grooved along. It only took a second for them to disappear, leaving you and the god of mischief alone with hundreds of unsuspecting partiers.

"Is this what Midgardians call dancing?" the god of mischief asked absurdly serious. "Because what they're doing is not dancing. They look to be possessed."

You chuckled to yourself, imagining how bizarre the latest bump and grind must look to someone who was most likely used to balls, waltzes, and etiquette. "Yeah, this is considered dancing. It's not all that bad…"

His nose wrinkled in disgust as he watched a girl start to twerk on an unsuspecting victim, making you laugh even harder. "Is this something all Midgardians do?"

"Ha, no, not all of us. This isn't exactly my scene." When Loki's brow raised at your verbiage, you elaborated, "What I mean is this is more of Chris's kind of fun. I personally don't care for partying."

"Partying," he echoed, the god turning back to gaze at the masses while his brow stayed furrowed deep in thought.

He looked to be plotting something.

Just as you went to break his concentration, Tom reappeared with drinks in each hand.

"Oh, I don't really…" You started as Tom held a glass out to you, but his smile and raised brows pressed you to reach out to grab the cocktail.

"Where did your friend go?" he asked, making you turn your head to find that, sure enough, Loki had disappeared just that quickly. Your head cut from side to side, certain he was there just a moment ago.

"I don't know, he was just here!?"

Taking a step forward, you were about to go search for him when Tom eased into your path to stop you. "Did the god already get bored with mortal dates?" You could hear a salty tone in his comment, but brushed it off, instead taking a large gulp of your overly strong, pineapple mixed drink before answering sharply.

"First of all, this isn't a date. Second, he's less than impressed with your dance skills."

Tom scoffed, as if personally offended by the suggested notion. "Then perhaps we should show him real dancing."

The words hadn't the time to resonate over the still loud, thumping beats of the music that filled the now shrinking space between you. Tom took your free hand and started to lead you to the dance floor.

"No, no, no, no, no!" you repeated, trying to pull against him without spilling your drunk. "I don't dance!"

"Everyone dances," Tom spoke in a low tone, bringing his mouth to your ear so you could hear him softly finish, "One just needs to find the right partner."

At that you couldn't help but laugh, "And you think that's you?"

"I don’t see why not," he answered slyly, turning his hand in yours so that your fingers laced. "If given a proper chance, who knows what I might could be to you. I’m certainly not going away anytime soon. If anything, I may could find a reason to stay here longer..."

His blue eyes reflected you like the ocean, so calm and alluring. A small part of you was tempted to give into his charm and let him try to sweep you off your feet, yet a nagging feeling in the back of your mind kept you unswayed.

"I need to find Loki," you reasoned, taking your hand from his. Though his disappointment was apparent, he offered a small smile and shrug as he went back onto the dance floor.

You sipped your drink as you made your way along the outer edges of the crowd, imagining he wouldn't have wandered out into the chaos of dancers after his comment earlier. There was a pressure building in the back of your mind that build up just as you realized there was the real possibility that Loki was a momentary moment in your life. Knowing the Chains of Sygn were soon going to be out of your possession, it seemed that there was no real certainty to any relationship between you and the god of mischief.

Not that there was a relationship, you reminded yourself, but all the same.

The feelings beginning to form between you were apparent enough to a stranger like Tom, while the truth of the matter was this was all temporary.

This wasn’t his world.

He was only visiting.

You had nearly circled back around when you found the restroom stalls and wondered if he had gone there. Setting your glass on the bartop, you wondered how long it could take to wait for he to just walk back out if he was in there. Looking around, it didn't seem like a bad idea at the time to just prop the door open and yell in. Pushing it just enough with your foot, you called out, "Hey, Loki? You in there?

No answer.

You were going to give up, but the nagging in the back of your mind wouldn't stop. Maybe he didn't hear you? Taking a tentative step in, you called out again.

From behind, a hand grabbed your shoulder, a smooth voice answering casually, "Yes?" You squealed, covered your mouth while turning on your heels to see Loki watching you with amusement. "Oh, pet, you look positively flustered. I didn't mean to startle you."

You were about to shove him back out of the door when someone started to come in behind him. Panicked, you dragged him into an unoccupied stall and latched the door behind you.

"Are we hiding?" Speaking in a whistler, he didn't sound confused, only curious.

In a hushed tone, you quickly got out, "This is the men's bathroom! I'm not supposed to be in here!"

"Then… Why are you?"

Cutting your eyes up at him, disregarding the cramped quarters squishing the two of you together, you listened to the hurried footsteps of the bathroom patron as they used the urinal and then went back out to the door. Just when you thought you were in the clear, you heard the door open again to a new man coming in.

"Dammit!"

"If you're not supposed to be in here, then why are you and why have you dragged me into this ghastly place? I'm certain if this washroom is for men, I would be fine." To your horror, his hand went out to take the door latch.

Narrowing your eyes, you poked him in the chest, arguing, "I'm in here because I was looking for you!"

"Oh? Why is that?" he pressed, a mischievous smile curling at the edge of his lips.

"Don't look at me like that, you disappeared and I was worried."

You knew by the widening of his grin that he was enjoying your anguish, even more so when another man came in.

"Shit!"

"I'm certain if we just walk out they won't be too concerned with what you were in here doing."

"I'm DEFINITELY not coming out of a bathroom stall at a club with a man I hardly know, no, no, no, that's not gonna happen, I am NOT a cliche, I didn't even get any, I'm not gonna be able to handle that level of embarrassment, I'm not even close to drunk enough for that," you rambled shaking your head, until Loki's finger pressed firmly against your lips to silence your sputtering.

"I can get us out of here, but you'll need to calm down. It requires concentration and silence."

Your eyes widened at the sound of someone juggling the bathroom's latch, knowing you must have gotten too loud. "Yo, no shit, I think there's a girl in there," a man on the other side of the door loudly cackled.

"Yes," you pleaded, turning to face him, "Get us out of here-"

That was all he needed to hear, quickly wrapping his arms tightly around you to bring you close against his chest, the warmth of his body fulfilling a craving you had no idea you had. Without meaning to, you nuzzled into him at feeling the air being vacuumed out of your chest, but just that quickly returning to you like gasping after being iunder water. Your stomach, felt like it had undergone a series of loops in a rollercoaster when you felt Loki’s hands drop down to your sides.

“Well?” he calmly announced, “We’re out of the bathroom.

When you opened your eyes, it was immediately clear you were no longer in the bar. In fact, once you turned around, the sight it took your breath away. You both had reappeared on a cement pathway lined by vast greenery overlooking a small, cascading waterfall that twinkled in the moonlight. Bobbing up and down around the scene were several multicolored orbs of light that illuminated where you stood in different glows. Slightly twirling around to take a look at it all, you recognized exactly where he had brought you..

"Is this… the zoo?"

It was so familiar and foreign at the same time, looking just as it had the many times you had come before, but at night with the added theatrics you could hardly recognize it as a place on earth. The orbs floated delicately in the air above your heads like illuminated soap bubbles. Loki watched as you took it all in, a childlike wonder in your eyes and a wide smile gracing your face with the enthusiasm you had shown his magic countless times.

"You mentioned that the club wasn't in your taste. I thought since you mentioned it earlier, you'd prefer to be here instead."

Moving out along the walkway, you could see the animal exhibits dimly lit by the moonlight, it's creatures of the day sleeping peacefully unaware of the zoo’s guests while the nocturnal beasts began to stir.

"This...this is incredible, Loki," you spoke honestly, still taking in the reality of what he had done. "I can't believe you brought us here."

"Actually, that's not all I've done." His hand took yours and then he asked you to close your eyes. You did so, biting down on your lips to try and hide how eager you were when he led you a few steps away. There was a noticeable breeze and a warmth absorbed into your skin like rays of the sun burning through the night. Your heart thumped in your chest when his hands left you standing alone, still blind to the world.

It was just another second until you felt him come from behind, his fingers gingerly wrapping around your hips as his body pressed against your back. He spoke slowly, his face beside yours when he instructed, "Alright, Lady y/n… I want you... to open your eyes."

Taking a deep breath, you followed his instruction, unsure of what exactly to expect.

Though it can be established that you certainly weren’t intending to encounter a large wild animal that looked to be sizing you up for it’s next dinner.

The spots, the color, the build, all lit up by the lightning balls was enough to leave no question as to what you were looking at: a full grown cheetah, standing just a few feet away from you both. You were so stunned you couldn't even scream, instead leaning backwards into Loki to try and back away.

He caught your shoulders and held you in place.

"LOKI, THAT'S A CHEETAH!" you quietly yelled to him in panic, never taking your eyes off the hunter.

"Yes, I read the name of the exhibit. Why are you so frightened, darling, she won't hurt you." Your heart was pounding in your chest while you tried to steady your breathing. "I wouldn't have brought you here if it wasn't safe, Lady y/n. I give you my word, you’re perfectly fine."

His words did little to soothe your nerves, but looking over to the large cat, you realized she looked more complacent than ferocious. Feeling you start to relax, Loki took your hand in his and urged you down to your knees with him as he held your hand out.

"No, no, no, no, no," you repeated, turning your face and trying to pull back your hand, "This is not a good idea."

He never released his grip as he leaned you forward, "Lady y/n-" You felt a warm, moist nose press against your hand timidly, then pull back. Peaking up, you saw the cheetah had come much closer, walking past your hand to be nearly face to face with you. Feeling you tense, Loki wrapped his arms around you and brought you into his lap as he held out his own hand to the beast. You watched as the cheetah got even closer, her face barreling into Loki's hand to have him pet her.

That's when you heard the steady pur come from the big cat's throat. Your jaw dropped and this time you offered no resistance when Loki urged your hand back onto her furry face. She nuzzled into your hand to have your fingers to dig behind her ear.

"I'm petting a cheetah."

"Yes, you are," he answered with a smile, watching you reach another hand out to stroke the spots along her back.

Glancing over your shoulder at him, there was no denying how comfortable you had been just laying across his lap on the ground. It was as if neither of you realized how intimate the moment had become, suddenly switching from the innocence of petting the cheetah only to be just now notice the feel of one another. His fingers traced down your arm only to intertwin his fingers with your own. You thought he would say something by the motion of his lips but just as quickly his mouth closed. Instead, Loki’s other hand came up to take your chin and slightly tilt your head up.

“Y/n… There’s something I need to tell you...” His thumb slid over the very edge of your lip and you felt a quiver up your spine at the anticipation of what he could be about to say.

Yet before he could go on, your eyes widened at the sight of something walking around behind him.

An elephant was coming your way.

“Loki!” It caused you to shift in your seat, innocently dragging your hand up the length of his thigh to turn your body around. The motion was awkward but you were too scared of being squished to care. Loki, in his normal unreasonably casual way, turned to see what had caused your uproar. “Darling, I told you, you’re perfectly safe.”

“You mean you knew the elephant was out walking around the zoo?” Saying it out loud, you felt a sour pit in your stomach. “Wait a minute, exactly what did you do?”

He shrugged, “I let a few of the animals out to wander a bit.” Before you could voice the unmistakable apprehension written all over your face, Loki hurried to his feet, holding a hand up to slow your thoughts. “Oh come now, surely you don’t think I would just release these creatures without any foresight?”

“Creatures? How many exactly-”

“That’s irrelevant,” he cut you off, “The most consequential point is I enchanted the zoo so none may of them may leave the premises. They’ll all return to their cages by sun down.”

“I’m much more concerned about something eating or trampling us!” His brow raised at your high pitched voice, making you add, “I guess that means you did an enchantment for that, too, huh?”

Letting out a sigh, you glanced back out to where the elephant was, his trunk gently swaying as he wandered passed. A little further out you could make out a few zebra trotting passed a very bored lioness that lounged against the carousel. Just then, the lights of the grand carousel lit up, causing the animals to become alert. At the sound of the music beginning to play, the lioness scattered and the zebra hurried away. You smiled at the grandness of it, turning back to Loki in time to see his hand come out to you. One hand held yours out while the other was fixated to your lower back, him digging ever so slightly into the fabric of your dress.

You Inhaled sharply, trying to ignore the intense urges bubbling up from deep inside the pit of your stomach. It didn't help when he simultaneously pulled you against him, his lips briefly brushing across your fingers.

“Lady y/n, may I have this dance?”

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eeyore101247 · 5 years ago

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Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Nothing about you compares to how amazing Zendaya is. Why would he fall for you when she’s in the picture.

Warnings: Angst, insecurities, and fluff

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You were nothing compared to her.

You sighed as you looked at yourself in the mirror, black dress hugging your figure as your curled (Y/H/C) locks cascaded over your shoulder. Tom had asked you to come to the Far From Home premiere, needing help with the Brother’s Trust contest winners. Harrison was going to be helping as well, but he felt they might feel more comfortable with another female face around.

You couldn’t help the insecurities that bubbled to the surface as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Your stomach twisted painfully as you thought about Zendaya and what she was wearing. You had gotten a sneak peek, having been pulled aside by your friend earlier for your opinion on her outfit. She had looked drop dead gorgeous, and that had been before hair and make up. You knew you didn’t stand a chance right then.

Zendaya was better in so many ways. Where you were shy, quiet, and insecure, she was loud, bold, and confident. Her bronzed skin glowed in everything she wore, a natural beauty radiating off of her in waves no matter what she wore. You were pale, having to watch what you wore so you didn’t look ghostly or washed out. Her face was flawless, while yours was covered in acne scars. You also had this weird gap in your brow, a space where hair just refused to grow. You made it disappear with makeup, but it was still there, haunting you like a bad nightmare.

Your hands smoothed over the fabric of the dress, eyes wandering over the fabric as it flared out around your legs. Your dress was so simple and cheap compared to Zendaya’s. It was all you could afford with your low income job, and you just hoped it was formal enough to get you through the night. You had paired it with your nicest jewelry, which was either passed down through the family or gifted to you by your parents. Still cheap compared to what Zendaya would be wearing.

You jumped as there was a knock on your hotel door, Harrison’s voice muffled through the thick wood.

“Come on, Y/N! It’s time to go.” You hear him say, a sigh slipping past your lips as you looked at yourself in the mirror once more.

Nothing about you could ever win over Tom’s heart like he won over yours.

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It was overwhelmingly hot as you stood around at the premiere.

Your feet ached, cheeks sore from smiling as you stood waiting in the blaring sun. You had arrived an hour ago, and your black dress was soaking up the heat like a sponge. You knew Harrison had to be hot in his full suit as the two of you stood with Harry and the contest winners, waiting for Tom to arrive.

Sophia and Clara, as they had introduced themselves, had been gushing over every celebrity that walked the carpet. You found their excitement adorable, watching as their eyes grew wide with each new celebrity that arrived. It made you wonder how they would react once Tom got there.

“Oh my gosh, Clara look! It’s Zendaya!” You heard Sophia squeal, jumping excitedly by her best friend. Your chest tightened as you turned your attention to the carpet where Zendaya had just arrived. She looked effortlessly stunning as always, a soft smile on her face as she waved to the fans. The girls let out another squeal as Zendaya started to walk the carpet, their gazes following her.

“Her and Tom would be so cute together! They need to just admit their feelings and start dating already.” Clara whined, her lips pulling down into a pout as she looked at her friend. Sophia quickly nodded in agreement as your heart crumbled, pain radiating from your chest to your fingertips.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, turning to find Harrison giving you an apologetic smile. He gently squeezed your shoulder in support as the two girls continued gushing about how cute the two would be together.

Harrison had known about your feelings for Tom for a while, having been one of the first people you confided in when the realization hit that you had fallen for your best friend. He was there for you every step of the way over the years, comforting you when Tom would date, urging you to be honest when he was single. You could never work up the courage to confess, always crawling back to Harrison with your tail between your legs, defeated whenever a plan went south.

Your attention was pulled back to the girls as they let out high pitched squeals, jumping up and down in excitement. That could only mean one thing as you turned your attention to the red carpet. There Tom stood in all his glory, looking unrealistically handsome in the burgundy suit Law had styled him in. Your heart raced, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as your eyes raked over his form. Law knew what he was doing as Tom posed for the cameras, confidence oozing off of him and infecting those around.

“Oh. My. God. Soph. That suit.” Clara swooned, her hand over her heart. You rolled your eyes at her words, trying to keep the growing blush off your cheeks as you stood there. You wouldn’t deny that Tom looked amazing in that suit, but the things it was doing to you is what drove you to keep your mouth shut. You shifted on your feet as you saw Tom smile, the butterflies in your stomach going absolutely crazy as your heart rate sped up once more.

You heard Harrison chuckle beside you, a smug look on his face as the two of you made eye contact. You quickly jabbed him in the ribs, taking pleasure in his grunt of pain before turning your attention to the crowd around you.

You distracted yourself with watching the paparazzi and reporters scramble around like squirrels trying to find nuts for winter. You watched as they flocked around Tom, Jake, and Zendaya, asking numerous questions you weren’t able to decipher. You could guess a few of the predictable and common ones, but the others were a complete shot in the dark.

You were pulled from your thoughts as you heard Clara and Sophia squeal in excitement as Tom approached your little group. He gave each of the girls a hug, a heart melting smile adorning his face as he talked to the two. You admired his friendly demeanor, your heart warming as you watched him interact with his fans.

You felt someone jab you in the side, glancing beside you to find Harrison smirking. You were getting tired of that smug face looking at you.

“Be careful, he might catch you staring with those heart eyes of yours.” He chuckled, that smug smirk still there. You just rolled your eyes, playfully shoving him away. You knew how you looked at Tom, but it was embarrassing being reminded of it.

“Shut up. He’s never noticed before, I doubt he’ll notice now.” You sighed, straightening up as you saw Tom walking over to the two of you with a smile. You forced a smile on your face as your heart raced, hands growing clammy as your anxiety shot through the roof.

“Hey darling, you look gorgeous.” Tom said, pulling you into a hug. Your stomach fluttered as you wrapped your arms around him, his cologne surrounding you in your close proximity. Your heart raced as he lingered in the hug a bit longer than a friend would.

“You don’t look half bad yourself.” You teased, chest aching as he pulled away and gave Harrison a hug. You suddenly felt cold, despite the blaring sun as he stood in front of you.

“Yea yea, keep boosting my ego.” He teased, a chuckle slipping past his lips. “I wish I could stay and chat longer, but I’m needed back on the carpet.”

You nodded, forcing a smile on your face as the aching in your chest got worse with your rising insecurities as you spotted Zendaya in the distance.

You were nothing compared to her, after all.

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You groaned as you face planted on your hotel bed, your feet aching from standing around in heels for hours on end. You had already changed out of your dress, wearing a pair of gym shorts and a tank top as you starfished on the bed. You were still wearing makeup, having been too lazy to remove it when you changed.

You whined as there was a knock on your door, not wanting to stand up and answer it. Begrudgingly, you stood up, making your way over to the door and cracking it open. Tom stood on the other side, a light blush on his cheeks as he looked at you.

“Uh, hey. Can we talk?” He asked, scratching the back of his neck as he gave you a sheepish smile. You nodded, slowly opening the door wider and letting him inside. “So, uh, Harrison told me what the two girls kept talking about. Sorry you had to deal with that.”

“It’s fine.” You replied with a shrug as you shut the door. Your heart fluttered as you turned around, getting a good view of the muscles in his back rippling under the white shirt as he scratched at his neck again. Tom let out a sigh as he turned and sat on the edge of your bed, staring at his hands as he rested them in his lap.

“But it’s not.” He muttered, his shoulders sinking as he ran his fingers through his damp hair. You slowly moved over, sitting down beside him on the bed. You didn’t really know what to say, since he didn’t know about the feelings you harbored for him and how those girls words affected you. You sat in silence as you thought about the continued conversations that Clara and Sophia had had at the after party, continuously cooing over every interaction Tom and Zendaya had.

“Y/N?” You heard Tom ask softly. You hummed in response, lifting your head to look at him. Your gaze met his, a warmth spreading through your chest at the intensity of the love and care that radiated from his gaze. Your butterflies fluttered in hope as his cheeks turned a light pink.

“You know what they said isn’t true, yea?” He asked quietly. You nodded in response, gaze trapped in his warm chocolate pools. “Because…” He paused, hesitation and nerves entering his eyes as they stared back into yours. “Because I’m in love with you.”

Your heart stopped at his words, your thoughts coming to a screeching halt as it sunk in. Seconds passed as you stared back at him, unable to form a response. He shifted nervously in front of you, regret slowly swirling in his gaze as the silence settled between you.

“Sorry, I-” You cut him off as you smashed your lips against his, hoping that the kiss said everything you were unable to say. You felt him hesitate, his lips slowly molding to yours as he melted into the kiss. It was everything you dreamed it would be and more as his hand came up to cup your cheek, the other pulling you closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him closer as your heart swelled. You pulled away when your lungs started to scream at you, begging for air.

“I-I’m in love with you too.”

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mrs-hollandstan · 6 years ago

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Heyyy yaaa! I was wondering if you could please do a mob!tom where his girl is about to give birth in the bathtub in their bathroom and then everyone gets scared because they're seeing him crying for the first time when he notices that y/n is losing her strenght and it's getting hard for her to push then she says "i don't think i'll get to bring our little girl to this world, tom" and then this is what makes him cry?

Okay, so below are just hardcore birth warnings. There's blood and all so tread lightly if this triggers you.

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Tom couldn't tell if the screaming was you, or in his mind if he was being completely honest. He was on overdrive for the second hour now, not being able to leave you as you worked through contraction after contraction. Your hair was stuck down with sweat and pained, scared tears rolled down your cheek as you gave pushes to hold off your contractions but to no avail.

He hated seeing you in pain and he knew there was nothing he could do about it. Your little babymoon far from the mainland proved it almost impossible for him to fetch a doctor. But he rushed around the bathroom and you begged him not to leave you. You cried and his heart broke. He couldn't bring himself to leave you. Until you said those words.

"Tom... I don't think I can bring our baby girl into the world." He swore his heart stopped. He couldn't let either of you die. He couldn't.

"Don't say that love. Here... I'm gonna get Harrison to stay with you so I can get some stuff to deliver her-"

"Tom don't leave me." You sob. He leans in to kiss your hair,

"I will be right back okay. I will be right back, I promise." He hurries off, practically shoving Harrison into the room with you who rushes over and holds your hand, distracting you from Tom's absence. He can feel the tears in his eyes as he leads four or five men through the house like a chicken with his head cut off. He gathered towels and sponges and washcloths into a bucket, throwing some waters and granola bars in for you. His brain was fuzzy and his men kept looking to each other as he muttered incoherently, sniffling and swiping his nose. He turns once he's standing at the foot of your bed, his men standing straight as they see the tears in his eyes. His shoulders shake as he sobs,

"What am I gonna do? If- if she can't do this... if she can't deliver and I lose one of them how am I to live with myself? How- how am I to choose between them or- or say I love her and that she's gonna be okay when she isn't?" His nose is running and neither he or the boys are sure if its tears or his snot, but they don't care. None of them care. Clay, a redheaded man Tom has come to respect for his honesty steps forward, placing his hand on Tom's shoulder,

"Its okay boss, it's okay. I have an idea. My sister... when she delivered my niece... she had this same problem and they cut her uhh... her perineum or whatever the fuck. It's so if the baby gets stuck there's a wider opening to the birth canal. We... boss, we got this. Your wife, your daughter... they're gonna be okay because we're right here." He stares up at Clay for a moment before he nods and he hears you cry out. The six of them run off, bursting into the bathroom again where Harrison is holding your hand, coaxing you through a push. Tom can see the pain and exhaustion in your face. He hurries forward,

"One of you call a doctor. I want a doctor here as soon as possible. The rest of you, spread the towels out. Get one ready for the baby."

"Tom-"

"I know darling. We're gonna uhm... we're gonna try something okay. Clay's sister had her perineum cut... to help the baby come out. Do you wanna try that? Its gonna hurt love but-"

"Do it... I can't do this on my own." He nods before pulling his knife from the crook of his back, reaching down below the water line, and gently slitting the flesh just below your vaginal opening. Harrison rubs your shoulders with one hand, your hand held in the other as you cry out. Tom tosses his knife aside, turning to Clay,

"Okay... I need someone to find sutures too. I have to sew her up as soon as Rosie's here. They should be under the sink." Henry hurries to find them and Jack, another man of Tom's starts to walk towards the door. Clay grabs his arm,

"Where are you going?" They share a look before Jack looks back at you,

"If this is the exact same thing as your sister... and Y/N is going through shoulder dystocia, Rosie might come out not breathing. We have to be completely prepared for that. I'm gonna go get the little kit they have in the nursery. The bulb syringe and all. I'll be right back." Jack leaves the room as Tom slips his hand back into the water,

"Give me a few good pushes baby. You've got this." He coos. You hold both of Harrison's hands, squeezing as you give the first push, body exhausted and in pain, but you're managing. Tom coaxes you through it, feeling the baby's head nudge his fingers as Rosie finally starts to come through the birth canal. You try again, Tom praising you through it as you push and don't let up until the baby dislodges even further. One more, crucial push, and Tom pulls little Rosie from the water, severing her umbilical cord and setting her on a towel offered up to him by Clay. He cradles her close, rubbing her tiny back as Tom helps finish you off so you can hold your little one,

"Come on Rosie... you've got it. Be a good, strong girl. Come on." He rubs her and pats her back, trying to get her to let out that first cry. Jack returns, turning the water in the sink on and holding her head as he leans in to stick the bulb syringe in her nose. Clay continues to rub her back as Jack uses the syringe, trying to get her to breathe, cry, do something, anything.

"Clay-" You're cut off by a loud, shrill scream from the little one in his hands, both men letting out a sigh of relief. Tom glances over his shoulder at them, heart pounding in his ears. He let's the plug in the bathtub out, letting the bloody water drain. Turning the water on again, he let's it run as he sews you up. You're numb and all you want is to hold your baby which Clay can sense. He brings her over, laying her, still clad in a towel in your arms. You can't even pay attention to Tom and the needle, insistent in your most sensitive area. Rosie is beautiful beyond belief, same bright, brown eyes as her father. You smile down at her, tears making your eyes blurry. You sniffle,

"Hi my little Rosie Nicole. You are absolutely stunning." Tom rinses his hands in the clear water, setting the needle aside and coming to crouch beside you. He stares down at your daughter, still whining and half crying. He's flabbergasted that you made something so perfect and his tongue is tied at the sight of her. He places his hand over her tiny torso, tears coming to his own eyes. He leans in and kisses your temple,

"We did it. You did it angel. You brought our baby girl into this world. You're amazing." You smile up at him, tears slipping down your cheeks. All the pain not only in birth, but throughout the pregnancy. All the hormones and stupid little fights. All the crying and not fitting in clothes and keeping the pregnancy under wraps. It was all worth it, sitting here with your baby girl, your husband right by your side. Holding your head to his water dampened shirt, kissing the top of your head,

"You did amazing baby." Kissing her tiny face, you relax into Tom's touch, Harrison leaning in to kiss the top of your head, moving away from the three of you to give you some space. Corralling the other men in the room, pushing them towards the door before Tom speaks up,

"Boys," the five men in the room turn to look your way, Tom swallowing and nodding, "thank you. I would've lost my mind if it wasn't for you guys. So thank you." You lean back against him as his men nod, silently wishing him congratulations before they exit. Tom leans down into you, kissing your temple again and laying his hand over Rosie who continues to whimper. He sighs, nerves and anxieties dissipating the longer he stares at her,

"Welcome to the world my little Rosie. Hadn't even made it in yet and you were already giving your daddy problems." Smiling, you take hold of his hand, squeezing and holding Rosie close to your chest, smile etched into your tired face.

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probably-writing-x · 5 years ago

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Further. (3)

I'm fucking loving writing this series honestly! I hope you feel the same guys and I'm sorry for this slow burn because this is killing me too but it will be worth it hopefully <3 I also want to CHAT about this chapter so please send in all your questions or thoughts to my asks please please please xxx

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An early night probably wasn't what you could call your decision for this evening. Sure, you'd resided to your bed earlier than ten pm and all of your brother's looked at you with confused eyes. But, since that point, you'd stayed awake in your room convincing yourself to get the fuck over that blue eyed boy. He'd clearly moved on, right? He was doing the best thing. It was the best plan for you to avoid falling any deeper into these feelings you had for each other. You just had to find a way of getting past the pain that still hadn't subsided in your chest.

And so, you lean your head back against the headboard of the bed you and Harrison had set up together, and you take the deepest breath your aching lungs could muster.

~~~

It was just nearing eleven when you heard a key in the front door and the familiar struggling sound of Harrison trying to get his shoes off at the front door without stumbling into the wall.

You hear short muffled conversation between him and your brothers and, surprisingly, you then hear him starting to walk up the stairs. Was he with her? Why else would he not talk to the boys?

But then there's a shadow at your ajar doorway, and he's alone.

"Hey, sorry, were you sleeping?" He hisses, poking his head through the doorway.

"No, no, just uh-" You run a hand through your messy hair, "Just got fed up of the boys,"

He lets out a light laugh and opens the door a little so that you can see him more. But, oddly, you fall into a complete silence.

"So, uh, how did your date go?" You ask, tucking your legs up to sit cross legged on your mattress.

"She ordered a vegan burger," He nods, following your typical tradition of critiquing your dates' food choices, "Took a picture of it and then said she didn't like vegan food but it was 'in at the minute',"

You can't help but laugh, "Ooh that's not good,"

"Definitely not," He chuckles, surprisingly stepping into your room and pushing the door closed behind him as his tone becomes more sincere, "Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you,"

"No, no you don't have to-"

"No seriously. I'd planned the date about a week ago and then I felt too guilty to cancel it. I thought it might be good for me but I mean I outwardly laughed when she told me her favourite film," He shakes his head, "Just because its one that you hate,"

You chuckle and are thankful for the lack of light in your room - it hides the blushing stain his comment had painted onto your cheeks.

"I guess she's not the one then," You comment, shuffling over in your bed as he goes to perch on the edge.

He shakes his head quickly, "We spent half of the date taking photos of her and her vegan burger,"

You smile and nudge him with your sock-clad foot, "Maybe next time,"

"Nah, I don't think it's for me, not yet," He admits, standing up and slipping off his jacket.

"What are you doing?" You frown as he goes to your drawer.

"Getting some of my clothes," He comments nonchalantly, picking out a pair of joggers and a tshirt you'd stolen from him, "And then we're going to watch a film that brings back my faith in the industry,"

You can't help but smile at his antics, biting your lip as though this was something you two shouldn't be doing. Ever since your boundaries had been placed, traditions like this seemed to have been thrown out of the window.

But Harrison had just spent hours sat opposite a girl who was in all ways visibly similar to you. But in all deeper ways completely different. Her eyes were the same colour but they didn't crease as much as yours did when you laughed. Her lips even looked like the same colour of your lipstick, but they didn't move elaborately like yours did when you spoke about something you were passionate about. And it had made him realise more and more that he didn't want to go on dates with girls like you. He wanted to go on a date with you. And, if that wasn't possible, he'd wait until it was. Or, more realistically, he'd wait until you'd moved on before he even thought about it.

"Alright then Osterfield, what's your choice?" You drag your laptop over to the front of both of you as he snuggles closer to you in the bed, "Nothing too soppy please,"

He rolls his eyes and types in a title of a film on Netflix, "Is this one good enough for you (Y/l/n)?"

You eye his chosen film and grin - it was the one you'd watched when this movie thing first became a thing. When his arm first wrapped around you under the duvet. When you fell asleep on his shoulder and he looked down to see a girl he could no longer see as just a friend.

Today, the two of you fell into each other's embraces easily and you welcomed the fading scent of his aftershave rather than hating it as you did only hours before.

Harrison opted for a film you'd already seen so that he could instead focus on the scene he was already in. So that he could feel your arms around him or he could feel your shoulders shake when you laughed at a scene or he could every so often feel your eyelashes close against his skin as you let your fatigue get the better of you. He chose that exact film because it meant he could become completely immersed by you beside him.

~~~

It's the next morning when you are woken up by Sam coming into your room the next morning.

"What happened to you two last night?" Sam chuckles as he pulls open your curtains to let in the spilling light.

Both you and Haz groan and cower into each other to hide away from the blinding sight, both flinching away when you realise the position you're in. Arms still wrapped around each other, propped up against the headboard, all tangled between each other like nobody would see you.

"Shit, it must've got cold last night," Harrison comments, "What time is it?"

"It's nearly eleven, and it was bloody boiling last night! Why were you even in here?" Sam frowns, eyes flitting to you, "Oh, no, no I get it, I get it,"

You widen your eyes instinctively, "You get it?" You swallow.

"Yeah, Tom told me you two had a bit of an argument but whatever happened Haz, I'm sure you two resolved it last night, right?" Sam nods, running a hand through his growing hair.

"Yeah that's all it was, we were up talking until pretty late," You nod, glancing quickly to Harrison.

"Yeah, we're uh, we're good now," The boy of your focus eyes you suspiciously.

"Alright, we need to leave for Mum and Dad's in about an hour so get your asses out of bed please," Your younger brother claps before walking back out of your room.

"An argument? Care to enlighten me?" Haz raises a brow.

You roll your eyes, "Tom interrogated me about why we'd been distant with each other so I told him you'd said something dickish to me and I wasn't happy about it,"

"Great, so now I'm a dick?" Harrison exclaims, watching you intently as you get up from the bed.

"What's new?" You fake a frown and he extends his leg out from the mattress to kick you, "Anyway, are you coming to dinner today?"

"How could I ever miss out on a Holland roast dinner?" He hops out of the bed, "See you in an hour,"

~~~

In an hour, all of you are looking much more presentable as you get ready to leave for your parents' house for the near weekly tradition of having a Sunday roast dinner.

It never takes too long to get to their Kingston house and it always brought you a childish joy to be back.

"Hello honey, ooh I love this dress!" Your Mum grins as she wraps you in a hug, referencing the red sundress you'd chosen for the meal.

"Thanks Mum, dinner smells great!" You smile, "Anything I can help with?"

Your Mum ushers you into the kitchen to help your dad as she greets the rest of the boys, paying special attention to Paddy since he'd been living with you guys all week.

"Hey Dad," You greet him as you walk into the kitchen, kissing him on the cheek, "What do you need me to do?"

"I'm near enough sorted I think," He grins, "But you could help me with the washing up if you fancy,"

You nod and pull off your denim jacket to help him wash the dishes they'd used when preparing the meal for you all.

"So, how have things been? Has Paddy been behaving himself?" Your Dad asks, picking up a dishcloth to dry whatever you wash.

"He's been great, we love having him round! It's so nice for us all to be together, you know?" You smile, "And he's tidier than all of the other boys,"

Dom chuckles at your comment, nudging you with his elbow, "And what about you and H?"

"Dad," You sigh, almost as a warning to not even go there.

"I'm only asking because I care darling,"

You sigh and drop the sponge in your hand, taking the dishcloth from him and turning to lean back against the counter, "We've decided to keep things as friends. But it's been hard. Harder than I thought. The last thing I want to do is hurt any of my brothers, but I think I'm going to have to hurt myself in the process," You admit, crossing your arms over your chest, "How do I live with and spend every day with a guy I'm trying to force myself not to be in lo-" You pause before saying those words.

"I know," Your father settles his hand on your arm, "Harrison's a great guy and I've known the boy long enough to see the way he looks at you and the way he treats you. And I think that, if you two are sure about this, then you shouldn't let my boys get in your way,"

You smile and lean towards him so your head settles on his shoulder.

"Me and your Mum can gladly say that we raised five pretty great kids. And we're thankful every day for how close they are. Your brothers would do anything for you (y/n). And accepting how you feel shouldn't be an exception to that," He turns and presses a soft fatherly kiss to your hair, "Besides, I think they'd be happy that they could always keep an eye on Harrison too,"

You chuckle and pull away from him, "Thanks Dad,"

Before he can respond any further, you're interrupted by Tom walking into the room.

"Harry's busy showing Haz about a thousand different possible girls so I thought I'd take my chance to escape," He explains, making a beeline for the fridge to grab some beers, "I'm fairly certain all of them are family friends so it's just weird to me,"

You and your Dad laugh like there's no volume of tension floating in the air.

"I mean God, it's almost as bad as if Harrison and you dated," Tom jokes, gesturing aimlessly to you, "Actually no, that would be a lot worse,"

And then the tension falls back like it's some sort of forceful barrier between you and your sibling.

"Yeah, yeah, couldn't even picture it," You fake a roll of your eyes, "Dinner should be ready soon, right Dad?"

Dom goes on to chat to his son about the dinner or something else that didn't concern you so you quickly turn back to the washing task. You clench your jaw and have to stop your bottom lip from quivering against your chin. And somehow amongst that you find a tear slips down your cheek.

You take the opportunity to disappear soon after, carrying out some cutlery into the dining room to help out.

"Hey, you alright?" Harrison frowns when he sees you, his hand instinctively falling onto your back.

"Yeah, yep, I'm fine," You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat, "You?"

He nods back and takes the knives from you, following you to each spot to set down a knife where you put a fork.

You stop as you reach the chair that you'd started at, going to turn around but accidentally hitting into Harrison's chest. Your hand instinctively goes up to his firm chest to stop yourself from falling too far and you physically feel how his heart rate increases.

He swallows and it bobs his Adam's apple tentatively slowly, "Sorry,"

Part of you wants to hit him for breaking this little moment your heart was having. And the other, much larger, part of you wants nothing more than to grab those flushed cheeks and press your lips to his.

"Fucking hell, have I walked into a standoff?" Sam laughs as him and Harry walk into the dining room, "It's about to kick off Tom!"

Harrison quickly steps away from you and runs a hand through his hair, "No, no, no fights. Just... Both as clumsy as each other,"

You let out an awfully forced laugh and step round the table to where you normally sat.

Haz goes to sit in the seat on the complete opposite side of the table to you.

"What are you doing?" Tom laughs, clasping his shoulder to get him to stand back up before he can fully sit, "We've sat in the same seats for years now, it's not changing today bud,"

Harrison shakes his head like he's waking himself from a daze and laughs off his 'stupidity', taking the seat beside you as he had done for every other meal you'd all had together. Today should be no different, right?

~~~

The meal is successful for the most part. The food never fails to please and you manage to involve yourself in the conversation like nothing is wrong. In fact, for the majority of the meal, it truly feels as though nothing is wrong. It feels like you're just at a meal with your parents and your brothers and this one guy who happened to just fit in with you all. That's how it could be. If you hadn't fallen for that one exact guy.

"Alright then guys, tell me, any possible girlfriends or boyfriends?" Your Mum poses the question, settling her hands on the table in front of her like she'd been waiting for forever to ask.

You clench your jaw a little, eyes flitting towards Dom who was already looking in your direction. You hadn't exactly told your Mum about Harrison. Just your Dad. You'd learnt that he was better at keeping secrets from the boys.

"Nothing, as always," Harry jokingly acts as though he's upset about it, soon to be clasped on the shoulder by his older brother who agrees with him.

"(Y/n)? Harrison? Anything?" Nikki raises her brows.

You look up from where you'd been intently focused on the few peas beneath your fork, "No, nothing Mum,"

"Yeah, I uh- I think it's fair to say I've stopped looking," Harrison speaks up and somewhere between finishing that sentence and losing his fucking mind, his hand finds yours beneath the table. And, all too quickly, his fingers lock with yours like you're some sort of public couple.

The electricity gets the better of you at first, too wrapped up in the small intimacy to remember to catch up with your mind. But, eventually, you do. And your hand snaps away from his in an instant. You even refuse to look in his direction, directing your gaze instead to the plate in front of you and only seeing from the corner of your eye that he was stealing glances to you.

The. Fucking. Audacity.

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maevelin · 6 years ago

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Episode 1x06

1. Such an opening scene!

And Klaus remembering Dave and throwing away the drugs in the toilet. OMG!

And the reason for Klaus wanting to get sober! MY HEART!

“His name was Dave...”

And my baby loved so much and so hard that fought to the first line only to lose the one he loved...he is a war hero that lost his love...Dave died in his hands...and for him it must be so raw and so soon...and now the world is ending and all he wants is to see Dave again...only that...I JUST FEEL THINKS OKAY?

Klaus’ story with Dave was so pure and beautiful. And tragic. Why? Why did it have to be tragic? I can’t take this anymore. This type of storytelling always seems to end in one endgame and it is always death and pain and I am sick of it. And especially in Klaus’ case it just...I can’t! Okay? I CANNOT!

And I know I am generally allergic to fluff but in this case...why couldn’t we get the rainbows and the unicorns and the puppies? WHY?

And then Klaus finally saw Dave again...and the timeline was erased...I just...

2. I just love Diego’s and Klaus’ scenes! Seriously and I am soaking them up like a sponge! And the fact that Klaus turned to Diego for help!

They can be funny and sad at the same time.

It was so sad that only Ben could see him struggling with his withdrawal symptoms.

But then Diego stepped up...out of all his siblings he is the one that is there for Klaus. He makes it seem as if he is annoyed but it is such a brotherly thing to do. And truly Diego feels that he has let his mom and Eudora down but he is not letting Klaus down too and that gets me! He truly cares. It just gets me! Precious baby!

And in return...Klaus needs to ...pee LMFAO!

I also love Diego’s scenes with his mom. She is definitely feeling things. I would like to see more of that.

Pogo is annoying me to be honest. Supposedly he cares and is wise and is there for the siblings and is a better father figure but no...he is just as problematic as Reginald was in my eyes. He supported this toxicity, he still does and apocalypse or not that is a shitty thing to do to children.

3. Hazel was right. Boy he was right. Five is a legend! My deadly little thing!

YEAH BABY...FIVE IS A LEGEND! A FREAKING LEGEND!

Five’s scenes are electric! And his showdown with the Handler...AWESOME!

At this point I can’t choose between who I like more, Five or Klaus? I am more sentimental for Klaus for sure and I love him all the way but Five...Five is my iconic kind of character! Badass to the bone and legendary! Not to mention a cynic with a heart and a sarcastic disposition! My bitter cinnamon roll of an assassin! My precious little hit man! Brilliant, manipulative, kicking ass taking names, lethal, a killer, so done with life but still a survivor! A pragmatist and a dreamer.,,with an unhealthy obsession for coffee, alcohol and...Dolores...WHAT IS NOT TO LIKE?

Boy oh boy it is always the same characters!

4. Vanya’s guy is such a creeper. Every time he is in a scene I cringe. And you can see how creepy he is. It is just so sad that Vanya is unable to see it because she was treated so horribly in her life that even a shred of kindness can blind her so because she is starving for it. Her father did a number on her. If we are honest all her family did.

That book though...to keep her sedated...Vanya finding that book will definitely push her off the edge.

And her powers...with the apocalypse coming...it’s her powers that lead to it right?

She will go out like a bomb of something? It would make sense because if the drugs were the cause of keeping her emotions on a leash and repressing them along with her powers now that the leash is gone and after all this time of repressing her powers and feeling worthless she is like a ticking bomb ready to go off. Who thought it would be a good idea to do that to her? That fucked up excuse of a father she had for sure (what an asshole indeed!) but no matter how destructive her powers can be it does not take a genius to understand that bottling up emotions and suppressing them along with powers of such scale is like just delaying the inevitable and creating the right circumstances for a freaking big bang. Those powers laying dormant for so long and Vanya building up all those negative emotions inside her that she can now feel...well shit...Why not train Vanya like her siblings? Maybe her powers were uncontrollable but this alternative does not seem much better.

5. LOL at Luther’s revelation...we died...I said...WE DIED...LMAO

But all jokes aside...

My heart broke for him in this episode. Poor baby. To be sent to the moon. To exile. All alone. A monster hidden from the world. With no love, no support, no humanity. It is dreadful.

I honestly don’t understand how a person can fuck up their children in so many ways each one of them individually but also collectively.

And Luther that always looked up to his father and in the end all he wanted was for his dad to be proud of him. Despite all the abuse he trusted him. Truth is though that if he was leader material and if he wanted to be the leader of his team, a team created by his family, then he should have responded to that abuse and tried to make it stop. For him and for his siblings. He just averted his eyes and found excuses for what his father was doing both to him and his siblings and I don’t blame him because he was also an abused victim but in the end it was all coming to this. In the same way it happened with the rest of his siblings.

“I was never good to be number one.”

That’s the thing though. I don’t think that his number means what he thought it meant. Best case scenario it was a lucky pick by a negligent asshole, or the babies were born the same day but not in the exact time so their numbers just showcase which one is the oldest....however worst case scenario for Luther anyway is that his father probably labeled the children based on the potential of their powers starting from the most basic level one in the power scale leading up to the strongest while is probably Vanya that reaches the highest and most dangerous level of power. In that case Luther was probably the weakest link.

Also let us face it. When Tom cries...boy that shit hurts. He has very expressive eyes. He is like a big sad bear that you want to hug when he gets like that.

6. Allison’s and Luther’s romance story on the other hand...Yikes...thanks NO THANKS.

That was probably the only normal fatherly reaction their dad had when he caught them....

.....and then it was because they played out of schedule..moron...

And when I said I wanted more from Allison’s storyline...this is not what I meant...and yeah it was always brewing but YUCK!

P.s”

- “What are we? Chopped Liver?” Well Cha Cha one can hope! For you anyway! Hazel, the work bee can drive away in the sunset with the bird waitress LOL

- I loved how one of Hazel’s motivations to stop the apocalypse is to have the freedom to kill whomever he wants and not those the Commission wants LOL

- The Commission has to go!

- Side note: As much as I despise that incest thing between Allison and Luther...admittedly in their dance scene I’d be blind not to notice that Tom Hopper is hella fine! I mean...damn!

#the umbrella academy #tua #Klaus Hargreeves #Five Hargreeves #Diego Hargreeves #Five #Vanya Hargreeves #Luther Hargreeves #allison hargreeves #Ben Hargreeves #Klaus x Dave #fel watches tua #umbrella academy #anti Luther x Allison

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