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carnalpleasure · 4 years

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this one turned out way longer than i expected and it’s too long to post under a cut??? idk how tumblr works ok. but you finally get a lil taste of warlock!richard🔥😏 or would it be hawthorne!richard ?

anyways i think this ones pretty cute and im even more excited to go write the next part <3 thank u to everyone thats read this far 🥺 ILY

Light My Fire

The Warlock Council had been eagerly anticipating the arrival of their newest student. They’d planned to meet Richard bright and early that morning, but Michael insisted on letting him sleep in and rest up. So Ariel reluctantly postponed the meeting until all the classes were done for the day. And yet, they still were late to arrive. The master warlocks were quickly losing patience as they sat in their usual conference hall, once again debating on whether or not Richard even belonged there.

“Baldwin, you’re being naive,” John Henry said, his frustration evident in his voice. “The boy doesn’t possess any powers, he is being possessed,” he urged.

“How can you be so sure, John Henry?” Ariel interjected. “You said the same thing about Michael and look at what an asset he’s turned out to be.”

“I’m still not convinced on that one yet either,” John Henry muttered.

They had been debating this ever since Ariel received the tape from a frightened nurse at the clinic. She didn’t want anything to do with Richard anymore after seeing that footage, but she didn’t have the heart to turn him into the authorities since they couldn’t prove he was responsible either. Ariel and Baldwin only wanted to believe that the young boy was a powerful, promising warlock. While John Henry and Behold were less optimistic, believing it to be just a typical case of demonic possession.

Just as John Henry was taking out his pocket watch again to check the time, the tall arched door creaked open, echoing through the halls of the hallow room. Michael walked in first while Richard stood hesitantly in the doorway, his messy bangs partially hiding his face. Michael turned back to him, nodding for him to follow. “Come on,” he said softly, coaxing him in. The quiet brunette rushed to his side, like a shy little kid clinging to his mom’s leg in the grocery store.

“Richard! We’re so glad you made it! How was the trip?” Ariel perked up as soon as he saw the boys, quickly forgetting all about the argument. He walked right up to Richard, putting his hands on the boys shoulders and giving him the biggest, fakest smile the pissed off boy had ever seen. He quickly took a step back, pulling away from Ariel’s grip and giving him a look of pure hate and disgust. He hated this guy already. He was so arrogant, the way he talked, treating him like an old friend when he’d never met this man. But putting his hands on him? That irritated him more than anything.

Ariel was either oblivious to his anger, or he was ignoring it. But he moved right on without skipping a beat. “Well then, gentlemen. Shall we proceed with the first test?” He looked back at the other three warlocks, as if waiting for applause. His voice was rich with excitement as he returned to his seat at the table. He seemed overeager and it made Richard uncomfortable. He scooted closer to Michael, shooting him a nervous look. The anxiety was nearly radiating off him at this point.

Michael put his hands behind his back, like how he always stood when he was observing something of importance. But he had a different reason for it this time. He snapped his fingers to discreetly get Richard’s attention, signaling him to take his hand. The brunette reached for his hand right away and the boys locked fingers behind Michael’s back without the other warlocks ever noticing. It helped a bit, Richard’s heart rate started to slow and some of the tension melted away.

The four master warlocks were sat at the table like a panel of judges. They all remained straight faced and silent as Ariel took over, proceeding with the test. “Now Richard, since it is your first time using magic, we’ll start small. Today’s test will be a simple one. Any level one warlock can eventually master this.” As if on cue, Baldwin produced a single candle and set it on the center of the table. Michael let go of his hand then. He moved his hand to the small of Richard’s back and lightly nudged him forward.

“Pyrokinesis,” Ariel announced, “The ability to-“

“I know what it means,” Richard interrupted.

Ariel paused, his enthusiastic smile turning cold. This boy was testing his patience, although he’d never show it. Ariel was a master of masking his emotions. “Such a smart boy,” he said dryly. “Well then, let’s see if you can figure out how it’s done. Light the candle.”

Richard froze. That’s it? No directions? No magic spell? How the hell do you start a fire with nothing? He wanted to find out how just so he could burn this ridiculous place down.

Michael’s hand returned to Richard’s lower back, the small touch assuring him he was still right by his side. “Concentrate,” Michael’s tone was soft and soothing. “Think of the wick as someone that’s hurting you, think about how you would focus your rage towards that person, then direct it there.” Richard tried to listen to his words but he couldn’t focus on the candle, or on Michael. All he could feel was the pressure building. These four powerful men had all eyes on him, waiting for him to practically perform a miracle. His heart started to pound again, his hands shaking, feeling like his skin was crawling.

Without thinking, he turned around and ran for the door, stumbling into the hallway and trying to remember which direction they came from. Michael immediately went after him, “Hey, wait. Come here,” he pleaded, reaching out to grab him gently by the arm. Richard tried to shake him off and pull away but Michael grabbed him with both hands and pulled him into his chest where the brunette collapsed in his arms instantly. He buried his face in Michael’s chest trying to hide his shame. His burning red cheeks and watery eyes gave it away. Richard never cried unless it was tears of rage.

“I’m not like you, I can’t..” he grumbled into Michael’s chest. The blonde had his arms wrapped around him, running a hand through his soft brown hair soothing him almost instantly. “You’re just nervous,” Michael replied, his tone soft and forgiving. “Let me help you,” he whispered pleading, his lips brushing against Richard’s ear lightly as he spoke. Richard’s whole body started trembling at the sensation. Feeling the boy’s sudden reaction gave Michael an idea.

He ran his hand carefully up Richard’s chest to his neck, slowly letting his fingers wrap around the boy’s throat. Richard’s eyes went wide, completely taken by surprise as he felt Michael’s grip tighten, forcing him to look up at the blonde. The look on Michael’s face was seductive yet sinister as he leaned in, painfully slow, pressing their lips together and kissing Richard for the first time. Ever. Richard had never been kissed before by anyone and the brand new sensation sent sparks flying. Literally.

Every candle in the entire corridor burst into flames and the whole room was suddenly illuminated in a bright orange glow. The chandeliers started to swing violently and the hallway was filled with warmth. They pulled away from the kiss just in time to see that last of the light show. The candles flickered wildly and the last sounds of crackling fire echoed through the halls.

“Did you do that?” Richard asked, looking up at Michael in shock. He started to get angry, feeling like he’d just fallen for a trick. But the blonde shook his head, beaming with pride as he looked back at the boy. “No, baby. That was all you.”

A look of confusion crossed the brunettes face, his brows furrowing together as he took a moment to process what just happened. After a minute his eyes shot up to meet Michael’s gaze again. “How did you know it would work?” he asked.

Michael smiled, “Magic is a feeling. I just needed to make you feel something.”

Richard thought about that answer for a moment before reaching up to steal another kiss, surprising Michael yet again. Then he grabbed the boy by the hand and dragged him back into the meeting room where the Wizard Council had begun packing up their things for the day.

“You came back,” John Henry said dryly. “We were beginning to think you checked back into the clinic.” Michael wanted to burn the guy’s face off for even saying such a thing. He shot John Henry a look that was just short of demonic, it was a warning more than an intimidation.

“I can do it now,” Richard professed. His body was still buzzing from the kiss and he felt more sure of himself than ever. The only thing that could possibly feel as good as this, would be wiping the smug looks of their faces now.

“You’re late, we don’t have time-“ Baldwin started to shut him down but Ariel waved a hand, signaling him to be silent. “Let’s be fair now, Baldwin. Give the boy another shot. Why not.” Ariel sounded sarcastic and uninterested, as if he didn’t believe Richard.

“Really, Ariel? What’s the point?” John Henry asked, taking out the pack of cigarettes he always carried in his breast pocket. He put one to his lips, but before he could even reach for his lighter, the tip of the cigarette sparked, lighting up and glowing cherry red. It took John Henry by surprise and he inhaled too quickly, sucking in a harsh cloud of smoke and coughing.

The other warlocks all turned immediately to look at Richard, looks of shock and disbelief on their faces. It wasn’t as big as the display Michael had just witnessed in the hall, that’s for sure. But it definitely got the point across and got their attention. Ariel’s face lit up and a smile formed from ear to ear.

“That was excellent, Richard! You passed your first test!” he said with a laugh, his ego skyrocketing as his suspicions about the boy were affirmed. It was a small display of power, yes. But it was a sure indicator that the power was there. And that was all Ariel needed to know to officially induct him into the prestigious school.

“It’s settled then! Tomorrow morning. You’ll start attending classes with Michael right away. The two of you have a lot of studying to do.” He put a hand on each of the boy’s shoulders, giving them a tight squeeze and looking at both of them like a proud dad would stare into the eyes of his sons. It made Richard feel unsettled, and Michael feel adored.

He dismissed the meeting then, sending the boys back to their room to get plenty of rest for tomorrow’s next test. As soon as they were out in the hall, Michael snaked his arms around Richard’s waist, pulling the brunette in close for another kiss. Richard put his hands on the blonde’s face, running them up into his hair and grabbing a fistful of his blonde curls roughly. “Come on,” he mumbled between kisses, “let’s go make some magic.”

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fanaticwritings · 5 years

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smoke and mirrors- [prologue]

pairing: tom holland x reader

words: 1k

a/n: i am not writing a summary for this because the prologue is a summary of sorts. this is an idea that has been stuck with me since forever, in fact i started writing something like this for another character but tumblr fucked up and nobody really read it. @keepingupwiththeparkers' beautiful writing made me want to start writing again and if you're reading this, i'd like to say thank you. so much. (p.s: you don't have to read this story!) anyway, i promise that this fic is going to be real good. the idea real appeals to me and I'm gonna try my level best to execute it. it's not your normal ceo x reader; it's full of suspense, heart breaks, a LOT of fluff and a bit of smut. so please give this a read and i hope you stick around! thank you xo

The steady hum of the engine died as the black sedan came to a screeching halt. The chauffeur got out as you waited in the backseat, straightening the hem of your dress.

A second later, the door to your right opened and you were instantly blinded by a thousand flashes.

Unfazed, you stepped out of the car with effortless elegance that now came to you naturally.

Still blinded but unbothered, you trudged up the stairs to the hall, heels clicking behind you.

"Who are you wearing today, Ms.Y/N?"

"What is the next big thing for Winchester Corp?"

"Are you seeing Mr. Osterfield?"

"Holland & Co. remains to be your biggest competition even today. Thoughts?"

The paparazzi was as merciless and as invasive as ever. They didn't care about you being one of the youngest woman CEO of Manhattan, your personal life seemed to be of a prime importance.

"Winchester Corp has a lot in store for the public, some of which you will be seeing soon," you answered, flashing a radiant smile at the reporter.

You continued to answer other questions about the company for a while, ignoring personal questions all together.

You were thankful when you reached the top of the stairs and walked into the majestic hall, leaving the swarm of cameras behind you.

The interior of the hall was breathtaking. Large, crystal chandeliers hung from the white ceiling. Mosaic paintings of pictures from what looked like Roman Mythology adorned the walls that surrounded you. You recognized some of the stories, fondly remembering how much mythology had intrigued you when you were a child. Further down the hall, round, decorated tables were set up all around a raised platform. The architecture reminded you of a Roman cathedral which, perhaps, this place was.

There were a lot of people in the hall, some you recognized and most you didn't.

The Manhattan Gala was always like this.

Business tycoons, big shots of the city and some other important people you didn't bother remembering the names of, were the small group of people that were invited to the gala.

"Hello, Miss Y/N," a chaperone called to grab your attention and handed you a card with your name as well as the number of the table that was assigned to you.

You met a couple of business associates on the way to your allocated seat and a blond big shot who's name you failed to recall.

Before long you ran into Rachel Allen, chairman of another large scale company in the market. Her name you knew because she was always up in everyone's business and tired everybody easily.

"Hey, Y/N. Gosh, you look amazing! Is that Krutz you're wearing?" she cooed, giving you a smile that didn't exactly match her zestful tone.

Before you could reply, however, she gasped looking behind you, "Oh. Look who it is."

Ignoring her, curious as to who it could possibly be, you glanced over your shoulder, following her gaze to whoever she was looking at.

Even from across the room, his brown eyes were disarming.

Tom Holland was gifted with a natural and charming persona.

He was also sweet and gentle, which made him popular with the ladies. The fact that he was the CEO of a multi-million dollar company was only an added bonus. They flocked to him like birds to prey, almost fighting for attention. But little did they know he had eyes for one woman only.

He held Y/N's gaze for a long second, mouth twitching, before turning to the slightly older woman who was currently shaking his hand.

"Remember that you can always reach out to me," she was saying and Tom really hadn't been following so he only nodded, smiling.

Harrison Osterfield, his closest friend, caught up with him just then and Tom sighed in relief. He did enjoy being around people but only the kind who's names he at least remembered.

"If another person asks me about the shit with Winchester Corp, I'm gonna walk out of here," he blurted to Harrison, who

chuckled lightly, patting his shoulder.

"Mate, you wanted that to happen."

Tom shrugged, rolling his eyes.

They sat down at their table, exchanging plesantaries with those who sat with them.

The host of the evening was soon up on the stage, engaging in light-hearted humor. She then moved onto the performances that were lined up for the event and the crowd cheered.

Before they knew it, two hours had passed. The cultural dances and music had been really worth the while and since the charity gala was for such a good cause, Tom didn't complain much.

The crowd broke apart for dinner, later and once again the socialities resumed.

"I'm going to grab some food with Liz," Harrison informed him, gesturing towards the aisle that lead to the dining area.

"You'll be okay?"

"More than," Tom answered.

He grinned when Harrison shot him a knowing look and left to fetch his girlfriend.

He sat then, at his table, observing the crowd around him. People were shaking hands and laughing their hearts out, so much so, that to an outsider it would've looked like a merry affair. But only they themselves knew that it was all, mostly, a facade.

Events like these were more about expanding your networks and showing off your wealth. Little did they care about building real relationships.

Tom quite hated the atmosphere but certain things he could have no control of. Besides, he had even grown used to this, being in the business for so long.

He glanced around once more, only to catch Y/N looking at him again. She held his stare for a moment and then got up, straightening the long, velvet-black dress that she was wearing. She tucked a stray curl behind her ear and said something to the woman next to her.

He watched her make her way through the crowd and disappear behind one of the giant pillars in a far corner of the hall.

He looked at his rolex; 10:45 it told him. He waited a heartbeat before stalking off in the same direction as Y/N. As an afterthought he wondered if he should've waited a little longer. He decided that he didn't care.

The brain does as the heart wills.

He took short, cautious steps but it wasn't long before he had turned left into a dark aisle behind one of the pillars and caught up with her.

She was leaning against the railing of a staircase that lead to god knows where, her gown shimmering slightly in the dark.

"You look quite lovely, Miss L/N," he said, approaching her coolly, the hint of a smile playing at his lips.

You watched him get closer, straightening the cuffs of his black tux. All of his hair was gelled to a side except for a tiny unrelenting curl. You smiled to yourself.

"You don't look too bad yourself, Mr. Holland," you said, biting down on your lip as he drew closer.

There wasn't much distance between you two at all, but Tom took his time. Despite being shrouded in complete darkness you could feel his gaze travel down your figure, leaving you with a feeling of being completely bare.

Bastard.

The next thing you knew, you were being pulled towards him; a sharp tug of your arm resulting in you being thrown against his chest.

You couldn't suppress the soft chuckle that burst out of your lips when he buried his face into the nape of you neck, his hands encircling your waist.

"I missed you, darlin," he murmered, his breath warm on your skin.

"I did too," you whispered, throwing your arms around his neck as he drew back.

You stood pressed together for a while, noses brushing against the other's. The noise from the hall didn't quite reach this area, so all you could hear was Tom breathe deeply and his heart beat against your own.

You'd been doing this for two long years now, whole seven hundred and thirty days of it, but it wasn't enough.

It would never be enough.

And then Tom was kissing you, full and slow, taking his time to drink you in. He pulled you impossibly close, tiny hills forming on your skin at the touch.

Your lips fell into a routine, nipping and sucking at his own. You remembered how sloppy it had been the very first time. But now all of his being, every inch of his skin was etched into your memory. You couldn't get it wrong if you tried.

You felt him push you against the railing, the wood poking you slightly, as he deepened the kiss. It was a welcome pain. His hands squeezed your waist as one of your own fisted his hair.

"My place tonight?" he murmured against your lips when you had to break apart for air.

"Okay," you answered, slightly out of breath.

Being in a relationship when you were owners of giant companies wasn't easy at all. And the fact that your companies were arch rivals didn't help either.

Your relationship was the most private of affairs. Not a soul, bar a few friends, knew about it. To protect yourselves from being mercilessly prodded and judged, you played along with the rumors of you hating each other's guts. But it also meant that you could never be seen together in public, which made things... difficult.

Perhaps it was a part of the reason why you had made it so far. Perhaps it was because the universe willed it to be so.

Because you both thought, even though neither had admitted it, that you had found your soulmate.

It was the most perfect thing.

Until, it wasn't.

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isthisthingeven0n · 5 years

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back track : z.h

brief summary: being a one night stand with zane but ends up being more

kinda went with a different style here, but I hope you like it and thanks for the request!

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Waking up the last thing I expected to see was another person lying beside me, snoring loudly.

A list of things that are usually found in my bed include clips, my retainer, my phone, part of my headphones and my socks. Another human, not usually on my list but that’s a messy story so, let’s backtrack to last night when I was persuaded to go to a party by my roommate.

“Come on, it’s one night!” My roommate unsteadily rises to her feet, her bottle in her grip loosening as she walks towards me with that mischevious smirk on her face as if she knows I’ll give in.

Sighing loudly I put my phone down. “What’s the big deal about tonight?” I ask bluntly and she raises her eyebrow to me, clearly unimpressed.

“Tonight is the night I forget about my shitty cheating ex and have fun. Come on, girls night!” She slurs her words as she leans closer, her breath reeking of tequila.

Pulling the bottle from her grip she stumbles back and collapses into the armchair, laughing at herself whilst I take a swig of the sharp liquid. “I guess I better go get changed.” I mumble under my breath as I take the bottle with me, ignoring her cheers as I shut my bedroom door.

As we leave the apartment she slips something into my bag, attempting to be discreet but as per usual, far from it. “Just a lil something, been a while.” She winks and a small laugh escapes my lips as we head to the taxi.

“So where is it we’re going?” I ask her and she shrugs her shoulders.

“Some club Jackson always liked,” Focusing on her I watch as a smile plays on her lips which quickly disappears, her drunken gaze glossing over her emotions once more. “but tonight’s not about him, it’s about us.” She leans over, resting her head against my chest as I stroke her hair.

“Of course,” I mutter down to her as I kiss the top of her head, feeling my shirt becoming slightly damp. “girls night.”

And that’s all it was supposed to be, girls night. The kind of night where we’d drink too much and throw up in the shitty toilets before ordering a takeaway in our Uber. We’d tell each other how much we loved one another before passing out in front of the TV.

That was the kinda night I had signed up for. Not the kinda night we ended up having which wasn’t her fault, it was actually someone else’s.

“He’s cute,” Nudging her arm lightly she turns around away from the bar, her eyes following in my direction as I motion to the guy holding a camera, his brown hair all messy.

She scrunches up her face and I let out a sigh. “Got a hot friend mind.” She takes a sip out of her straw as she continues to eye the muscular guy with dark brown hair slicked back. “I wouldn’t mind climbing that.”

“You and every other girl here,” I mutter as I hide my face in my hand as I turn back to the bartender. “they regulars over there?” Motioning to the VIP section the bartender shrugs his shoulders in response.

“Some kinda YouTubers I think.” He explains and I nod in response before turning back round to my roommate, only to find she’s vanished.

“Shit.” My eyes wander the room until I lock my eyes on her as she is twirling her hair in front of muscle man who doesn’t seem to mind as hundreds of eyes stab my roommate in pure jealousy. Weaving through the groups of people that cling to one another I manage to make it towards the VIP section. “Hey,” Calling out to my roommate she turns and smiles brightly to me.

“This is Jeff!” She exclaims and I nod in response. “He’s an ex-convict, Y/n! Just like Jackson!”

Rolling my eyes I politely smile to Jeff who wears a slightly awkward look on his face. “What did your ex do?” Jeff asks and I let out a heavy sigh, trying to warn him not to ask.

“He ran a guy over, but it was an accident. All he did was walk out in front of Jackson's car whilst he was high. Jack thought it was a squirrel.” She half-heartedly shrugs as if it were no big deal, but the confusion that crosses Jeff’s face states otherwise.

“Anyway, sorry if she’s been a pain. We better get goin’“ I apologise on her behalf as she slumps herself around me, complaining about her feet aching as we walk away from the VIP section in defeat. “We should get you home.” I mutter to her as she weakly nods.

Exiting the club the music continues to vibrate through me as the bass can be felt outside. “Imma puke.” With no sudden warning, she throws up to the side of the building as I stand behind her, holding her hair back.

“S’lright, get it all out.” I pat her back as she continues to cough, so much so I don’t even hear figures approaching us.

“Your friend okay?” Turning around Jeff from before stands with his hands in his pocket as a figure stands alongside him. “This is Zane,” He motions to his friend who smiles uneasily.

“She’ll be fine,” I explain as she lifts her head up, her face now ashen as she doesn’t even notice Jeff or bat an eyelash to him. “just gotta get her home.”

Jeff nods in response as Zane keeps his eyes on me, smiling shyly. “Your friend alright?” I ask in return as Jeff turns to face Zane, patting his chest lightly before he straightens up.

“He’ll be fine.” He states as Zane scratches the back of his neck.

“Long week,” Zane speaks up and I let out a soft chuckle.

“You’re not alone there, her boyfriend cheated on her so someones gotta pick up the pieces.” Her grip on me loosens as she falls down, pulling me with her until she’s lying on top of me, mumbling incoherently. “Mind helping?” I ask the two guys who quickly move into action.

Jeff takes a hold of my roommate whilst Zane pulls me up quickly, causing me to land against his chest as his arms remain wrapped around me. “Zane, let the girl go.” Jeff pipes up and Zane looks down, releasing me from his embrace.

“Sorry,” Zane mumbles as a blush crosses his cheeks, mostly disguised by his facial hair. “can I get you a drink at all? Or an Uber ride?”

Raising an eyebrow I glance over to see Jeff talking away to my roommate who seems soberer than before. “How about an Uber ride to mine and a drink?” I suggest and he nods along.

“I’ll book us an Uber then.”

It most definitely wasn’t girls night.

The details are slightly hazy in my memory, but I do remember the plastic shot glasses overflowing and the sticky surfaces as we played round after round of drinking games.

My eyes glance around my floor, immediately noticing the empty bottle of vodka that was not there yesterday along with my underwear and his shirt. “Right,” I mutter to myself as I turn, checking to make sure it’s the same guy I remembered from last night.

Forcing myself to lean over I smile at the sleeping guy beside me. His hair is an off white blonde which contrasts his dark beard, but he looks perfectly relaxed. Last night I knew him as the loud guy in my apartment, singing and dancing before we made it to my room for a whole other performance.

The slightest of movement beside me causes me to throw myself back on my side of the bed and immediately reach over for my phone. As I pick it up the bright light burns my pupils until I lower it, even then it’s still too vivid for my liking.

A series of notifications flood my phone, most of them being sent from the room down the hall. All of which along the same lines as the previous.

hot men in our apartment wtf?? jeff gave me the look omg I climbed the pole damn girl omg you and zane bout time you got some actionn jeff just left, you alive in there????

Rolling my eyes I start to type a response, but a small groan beside me causes me to pause and lower my phone back onto my nightstand.

“Mornin’“ I mumble as I turn back to face Zane who rubs his face with his hand before opening his eyes and quickly proceeds to do a double take. “Okay, lemme explain what went down last night.”

As I explain the events leading to this very moment Zane’s smile fluctuates a lot as the details get closer to us being in my bed. By the time I’m finished his smile is still evident, albeit slightly confused.

“I hope it wasn’t awful,” He laughs lightly and I shake my head in response.

“You were good, well, from what I remember that is.” I justify and he feigns pain as he clutches his chest, making me laugh.

“This the part where I’m supposed to sneak out whilst you’re asleep? Cause that’s clearly failed.” He asks and I shrug my shoulders in response. “Or am I allowed to stick around, get to know you properly as you seem really chill.”

Sitting upright I curl up into him as he embraces me into his arms. “I’m down for the second option if that’s alright with you?” I ask as I glance up and see him smiling down, nodding in agreement.

“I’d like that, and I’m Zane by the way.”

Softly laughing I shake my head in disbelief. “You really remember shit all?” I ask and he slowly nods. “Alright, alright. Nice to meet you Zane, I’m Y/n.”

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