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eevee-eclair · 4 years

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What Hero? Part 5

Written by EeveeEclair and @self-taught-mess

TW: injuries, joking about injury (you might miss is it’s so small, though), crying, unsympathetic!logan, imprisonment, abusive!logan, panic, unconsciousness, cussing, broken bone mention, (tell me if I missed one please, this is a heavy chapter)

Random side note: I know I said I would get this out quicker, and I’m so sorry it’s not. This is all my fault, @self-taught-mess is not to blame!

Tag list (ask to be added/removed): @distance-snake-husband , @uselessamethyst , @broken-pens , @sanderssides-angst , @idont-freaking-know , @kawiikat54

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“O-Oh my god… E-Emile!” Logan heard Remy cry in relief. It would be a heartbreaking moment if he had any compassion. Thankfully, he didn’t, so he walked back into the room with a blank expression, drawing all attention to him.

“Remus King, welcome. And Dr. Emile Picani, I didn’t expect you to team up with a crazed supervillain, just to get your husband back,” Logan hummed incredulously, a nasty smirk forming on his lips as Emile glared at him, pure loathing in his eyes.

“Listen here you sick bastard,” Emile seethed. “He’s been missing for almost a year thanks to you, and I would have done anything to get him back.” He moved to march closer to the heartless ‘hero’, but Remus quickly held him back by sticking an arm out in front of him.

Logan smirked at the sight, and turned around to amble to a table across the room. “Touching..” he drawled, rolling his eyes. “Unfortunately, I’m not here to listen to you declare your undying love for Sleep. All I want is Remus,” he picked up a pair of glowing blue handcuffs when he arrived at the table, Roman watching closely with clear worry and fear.

“What!?” Remus cried, gritting his teeth and stepping forward himself now. “You took my brother and ripped apart a happy couple, just so you could have me?” Remus asked in shock, eyes wide as he studied that unfeeling smile on Logan’s face. ”You sick bastard.”

Logan laughed, the sound empty and chilling. “If you say so. Now, let’s make a deal, hm?” he took a few steps closer to the two other men, his spotless dress shoes making a clack against the concrete floor with each step. He stopped just a mere 6 feet in front of Remus, twisted smile never falling. “I’m willing to let Roman and Remy go alive, and let Emile leave peacefully, if Remus gives himself over willingly right now.” he said smoothly, holding the blue cuffs up for the Duke to see.

Remus gulped, understandably frightened, but looked over to Roman and Remy. How miserable they looked, sickly and pale, Roman all beat up in ways he never should be. It wasn’t a hard decision to make, so he turned to Logan nodded. “Done.”

Roman pushed himself up with the little energy he had left, panic coursing through him as he clung to the cell bars desperately. “Remus, don’t do it! He’s insane!” He cried, tears pooling in his eyes as he watched his brother hold out his wrists and give himself over to the enemy.

“I can’t let you get hurt, Roro. Besides, Remy needs to get out of here too.” Remus said with a weak attempt at a reassuring smile directed to Roman. Then he turned back to his captor with a dead serious glare. “I’ll come peacefully, but if anyone else gets hurt in any way, I’ll kick your ass.” he growled, but lifted his wrists up to be cuffed.

Logan hummed with a nod of understanding, then looked toward his boyfriend. “Patton, show our guests to the door,” he ordered, Patton moving to do as directed as Logan clicked the cuffs onto Remus. “These are an invention of my own design, specially designed to cancel your powers. So I wouldn’t try anything with them on, because it will only fail you.”

Remus narrowed his eyes at the taller man before him, but then sighed, deciding it wasn’t worth it. “Whatever, just gets my friends out of here,” he grumbled, looking away from his twin as Patton let him out of his cell. He could hear his stifled cries, and didn’t want to see the pain on his face.

Suddenly, a loud thump was heard from the ceiling above, before a new figure clothed in black fell into the room from the vent. Roman gasped as he saw it, knowing there were only two other people that could have been trying to find him. The person hit the ground with a soft ‘oof’ on impact. The landing wasn’t very graceful, and it looked painful, but the person quickly stood up and caught their bearings.

“Remus! Don’t do it! I’ll go get Deceit to help fight!” Everyone recognized him as Anxiety, another supervillain who wasn’t as well known as Deceit or the Duke, but assisted in quite a few of their crimes. Both Patton and Roman’s eyes widened at the sight of him, both for different yet similar reasons.

“Anxiety!” Remus cried, his annoyed but complacent behavior melting away in favor of urgency and fear for Virgil's safety. “Get out of here, run!” he tried to warn, Roman accidentally letting out a sob as Logan grinned.

”Actually,” The madman began, slowly turning to Anxiety with an unsettling look of smugness in his eyes, “I’ve been wanting to see you. Do join us,” he said much too casually, making Virgil growl but also step back.

“Let him go!” Anxiety barked, eyes burning a glare at the ‘hero’. However, after a second, he seemed to falter a little, fear flashing across his once confident expression. “Or...or…”

Logan raised his brows in amusement. “Or what? You’ll sink into the shadows and summon your snake friend?” He scoffed heartlessly, causing Virgil to shrink back further. “Please. This room has been brightened to prevent that very thing. So now what?” He asked, tilting his head as his eyes bore figurative holes into Virgil. “If you want Roman to live, you’ll come quietly too,” He said, then gave a shit eating, menacing grin as he added, “Virgil.”

Virgil paled, his breath catching in his throat as he stumbled back even further, his pupils constricting in panic. “H-how do you know my name?” He asked just barely above a mutter,

“I know every villain’s identity. Yours, Remus’, even Janus.” he replied all too confidently, a strange kind of pleasure in his expression as he watched Virgil's breath begin to speed up. ”So, Virgil, I would suggest you come here and just give up. It’s impossible to escape.” Logan watched him expectantly.

Both Remus and Roman looked equally horrified that the awful scientist had not only known Virgil’s name, but Janus’ too. Patton shook from his shocked stupor and continued to lead an unwilling Roman out of the jail cell. Roman stumbled when they started moving towards the door again, another more aggressive sob escaping from his throat as he watched one of his dear friends meet an inescapable fate.

Virgil hung his head and, reluctantly, walked toward the Hero, feet shuffling against the floor as his breaths continued to come out in shaky gasps. One look up proved that Remus, too, shaking and crying, much like his brother.

“V-Virge.. why’d you do that..?” Remus whimpered, only to be smacked upside the head.

“Be quiet!” Logan hissed, making Remus wince and Virgil send him a mini glare. Then the intimidating hero turned to Patton, who had once against stopped dragging Roman in order to watch the scene worriedly, and smiled sharply at him. “Dearest, I believe I asked you to remove our free guests out of the room.” He said, his words just as sharp as his expression, which caused Patton to flinch but hastily nod.

“S-Sorry, right.” Patton quickly mumbled, sped up his pace toward the exit with Roman in tow, holding back tears at how destroyed everyone in the room looked. At how hopeless this all was.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered to his now-silently sobbing companion, “Please don’t hold this against me.”

Roman remained silent as he limped out to Emile, the two men meeting eyes before looking toward Remy. Patton then walked over to help Remy up. That was harder than it sounded since he had a broken leg and almost no sight. Eventually, he managed to hand him off to Emile who snarled at him when he stuck around a second too long, pulling his husband close and away from the shorter hero.

Logan was quick to throw Virgil and Remus into the cells that were now empty, both prisoners stumbling into the confinements and grunting as their backs hit the walls. “It was good seeing you again, Emile, but I have work to do, so Patton will lead you guys out.” he said, half turning to the newly-freed men with a blank but satisfied facial expression.

Emile growled spit at him as he was directed out. “Burn in hell,” he sneered over his shoulder, following Patton out.

Logan hummed and turned back to his new test subjects, whom were holding hands through the cell bars, one on the edge of a panic attack but trying to calm down the other one, who had begun sobbing uncontrollably. “Fair enough.”

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Emile basically carried Remy and Roman out, considering neither of them were exactly strong or healthy enough to walk. After leaving the cell room, the four men made their way down a hallway, which had many closed doors to other rooms along it. Only a few minutes into the walk, Roman fell unconscious. Patton, who was equally worried and horrified, had offered to help carry him, but was rudely declined, Emile fearing he would hurt them.

“Thanks, but no thanks,” he hissed, shifting so Remy wasn’t being dragged as he glared at Patton.

“Babe, I can walk,” Remy argued weakly. Emile’s arm was wrapped snugly around his back and under his arms, supporting him from having to walk almost at all.

Emile shook his head, his hold on Remy only tightening slightly instead of loosening. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself more than you already are,” he retorted, conviction unwavering as he continued toward the exit.

“Then let Patton carry Roman,” Remy argued, turning to look at his husband. “You can’t carry us both.”

Emile frowned. “I don’t trust him, Rem. What if he hurts him?” It was a valid question, Patton knew, but it still made his heart sting with guilt.

Thankfully, coming to his defense, Remy shook his head, scowling when it caused a headache. “He won’t hurt him. Logan is the monster here, Patton was just a puppet,” he said softly, but honestly, meeting Emile’s eyes as he spoke. “You can trust him.”

Emile sighed, shaking his head determinedly. “But they hurt you!”

Remy gave a breathy little chuckle. “Honey, Patton helped me. If it weren’t for him, there would have been nothing for you to save.”

Emile blinked then turned to Patton, who had been listening the whole time. “Is it true?” He asked, albeit a bit doubtful in tone. Patton understood, glancing behind his shoulder to meet Dr. Picani’s gaze and giving a light nod.

“Logan can get pretty rough so I sneak in at night and try to treat his wounds as best I can,” he informed quietly, glancing around after saying so out of force of habit. He then gave a bit of a rueful smile as he added, “Sometimes he would catch me and get angry, but as long as Remy was at least getting treated, I didn’t mind getting a few bruises.”

Emile gasped. “He hits you?” He sounded positively appalled, but now that he thought about the kind of person Logan was, it didn’t surprise him that much. Still, his stomach sunk, especially when Patton just shrugged nonchalantly.

“I know he doesn’t mean it. I was in the wrong so I was disciplined,” Patton supplied, though there was a bit of something in his voice that Emile couldn’t quite place. Hurt perhaps? or hesitance..? Whatever it was, it proved that Patton wasn’t entirely convinced being ‘disciplined’ was fair. Emile made note of that, that at least Patton wasn’t too far gone.

Deep down, Patton knew it was wrong, but he loved Logan and knew he didn’t mean any harm. So he dealt with it. “Besides! He loves me so I don’t mind!” He added, smiling. His smile seemed more forced than before to Emile, but he kept his mouth shut.

They arrived at the exit soon enough and Patton opened the door for Emile, making it easier to get out. Emile watched as Patton didn’t follow them out and stayed in the doorway.

“Aren’t you going to follow us to make sure we leave the property?” Emile asked.

Patton shook his head. “No, Logan won’t let me leave without his permission, so I can’t go outside,” he said, but yet again gave a small smile. “But I know you guys won’t be coming back. Will you be okay getting them home..?” he asked with his brows drawn together in concern.

Emile nodded with a soft sigh, giving a quiet thank you and telling the other hero to take care before helping both other injured men down the street, presumably planning to call a cab. Patton watched as they left, feeling something close to sadness when they turned a corner and was out of his sight. He didn’t look into it though. Logan didn’t like him feeling bad emotions so he tried to put on a happy face as he walked back to meet Logan in the cell room.

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Emile didn’t know where to bring Roman, so he took the liberty to bring him back to his house with Remy. He was still passed out, no doubt from the pain and slough of heavy emotions all at once, so he laid him on their couch to rest. When he wakes up, he’ll clean up his wounds and such, but for now, Remy needed his attention. He would take him to a hospital if he could, but that would mean explaining what happened and he didn’t have the energy for that right now.

“Where are you hurt?” Emile asked gently as he set his husband down on one of their plush chairs in the living room, pulling out a first aid kit that he’d collected on the way inside. He was noticeably avoiding Remy’s eyes, but Remy didn’t mention it. He couldn’t see that well anyway, so there was really no difference.

Instead, he groaned sarcastically and rolled his eyes. “Where am I not? I think my leg is broken, my eyes have lost almost all sight, and don’t even get me started on my back.” He grunted in annoyance. Then, to quote one of their favorite shows to attempt to lighten the mood, “Everything hurts and I’m dying!”

Emile gave a small laugh, but it was mostly forced, and he quickly turned serious again. “Honey, I’m serious. What can I do to help?”

Remy sighed, his eyes unfocused and pointed just to the side of Emile, reminding the therapist of his lack of sight. “Start with my back. There’s not much you can do for my leg or eyes and my back took a lot of damage,” he said, turning a bit to the right in the chair so Emile could reach better.

Emile lifted Remy’s shirt and gasped in horror, feeling tears pricking at his eyes instantly. His back was covered in bruises and infected cuts. Some were starting to bleed since he’d been moving around. “R-Remy… I-I-.. What did they d-do to you...?” He breathed shakily, Remy hearing the effort it took him not to cry.

Remy sighed out slowly, hanging his head a little and trying not to wince or flinch as Emile examined some of the wounds, fingers brushing over them ever so gently. “Logan was testing what would cancel my powers. Some worked better than others and some were just flat out painful,” he said, voice quiet. “Sometimes when he was angry, he would take his anger out on me or Patton. It was usually me though, so… that’s what all those are from.”

Emile felt a tear fall down his cheek. He swallowed, then moved to Remy’s front and carefully cupped his face, his husband only flinching a little before leaning into it. “Oh sugar… I’m so sorry… Y-You’re never going back there, okay? I-I swear, I’ll give my life before I see you go through anything like this again.” He whispered, voice cracking a few times and shaking, but he didn’t give a damn. He brushed his thumb across Remy’s cheekbone, a few more tears slipping down his face. His husband shed a few tears as well, nuzzling into the comforting touch he hadn’t felt in nearly a year. “I-I’m just-.. I’m so h-happy you’re alive..” he whispered.

Remy gave a wobbly, tearful smile, and leaned down to touch their foreheads together, which Emile gladly mirrored. “M-Me too, babe. Me too,” The injured man replied, his voice barely audible but Emile still heard it. Remy breathed a deep breath, then let it out along with a quiet sob. Emile knew it would take a long time for them to heal, but as long as they were together, it would be okay.

They stayed like that for a while, just soaking in each other’s presence and finding relief in knowing they were together again. They both silently vowed that nothing would tear them apart again, and they gently wiped each other’s tears away as they let out their pent up fear, heartbreak, mourning, and relief.

Eventually, though, Emile sat up and wiped his partner’s tears away.

“We should get you cleaned up,” he said softly, picking the first aid kit up and pulling out some bandages. Remy nodded and lifted his shirt so Emile could do his best at cleaning him up. Remy flinched here and there, sometimes hissing through his teeth a little when Emile had to clean a particularly painful wound, but otherwise, it went as smooth as it could.

“So.. do you still have your powers?” Emile asked after he finished patching up and cleaning all Remy’s injuries, packing up the kit. It took half an hour, but Remy already felt better and he was very grateful his husband knew a thing or two about first aid.

Remy shook his head with clear disappointment, sighing in defeat as he answered. “No. He damaged my eyes so bad it’s hard to see,” he said, gesturing to his bloodshot and discolored eyes. It was very obvious they weren’t normal, and it made Emile’s heart plummet with guilt and heartbreak.

“Maybe when this all blows over, we can see if we can get your eyes fixed,” Emile sighed with a saddened but hopeful little smile. Somehow, Remy could sense it was there, and returned it. “Speaking of which, you don’t have your sunglasses, do you?” Emile asked with a tilt of his head.

Remy shook his head. “Logan said they were in the way and broke them,” He huffed. “I’m so sorry, Em. I know how much you paid for them, but he didn't care.”

Emile gave a soft, reassuring smile, and cupped the other man’s cheek again. “I don’t care about the stupid glasses, Rem. You’re safe and that’s what matters.”

By now, all the talk had woken Roman, who groaned and shifted on the soft couch, alerting the other two men in the room. His face contorted with pain befor his eyes shot opened in panic, only to land on Remy and Emile sitting not too far away. He relaxed only a little when recognizing them from earlier, but then went on to look around when he realized he didn’t recognize where he was.

“Where... am I?” Roman asked groggily, sitting up before he winced and held his head. He was very, very sore, he realized.

Emile smiled at him to try and comfort him as he moved to the couch’s side, kneeled on the floor. “You’re in my house,” he told him, helping Roman adjust to lean against the back of the sofa.

Roman looked around and nodded a little. “It looks nice... But why am I here?”

“We didn’t know where else to take you so we decided to bring you here,” Remy supplied, eyes not quite on Roman, but his head was turned in his direction at least.

Roman sighed, his heart clenching as the events of the afternoon re-entered his mind. He put his face in his hands and rubbed his eyes. “Janus is not going to be happy,” he said to himself, then lifted his head to face Emile again. “Do you have a phone I can use? I need to call a friend.”

Emile nodded and pulled out his cellphone. “You can use mine, can I help with anything?” he offered, making Roman shake his head a little bit give a small, tampered smile.

“Not right now.. I just need a minute.” Roman said, and Emile nodded before turning back to Remy and helping him up to stand. “We’ll give you a minute. Remy needs to rest anyway.” he said kindly, moving to lead his lover to their bedroom to lay down. Roman thanked him quietly before dialing Janus’ number. He picked up on the first ring.

“Hello, this is Janus Dee Lye, how can I help you?” Janus said on the other end of the line, his tone a little short. “If you could make this quick, I’d appreciate it. I am rather busy.”

“Jan, it’s me, Roman,” he said quietly, willing himself not to throw up despite wanting to at the moment, knowing what was to come.

“Roman? Oh thank god, where is Remus? And Virgil? Are they with you? I can’t find either of them and neither are picking up on my calls,” He said as calmly as he could, though Roman picked up on his slightly rushed speech. His heart broke from how distressed he sounded.

“Jan, I’ll explain everything when I get to the base, okay? For now just know I’m safe,” he said hesitantly, pinching his eyes to wipe away oncoming tears.

“What about Remus and Virgil? Are they safe?” Janus asked, calm facade subtly breaking to show the start of panic. Roman‘s heart clenched. “I don’t know. I hope so.” he muttered.

“What does that mean?! Roman, stop being vague, this is not the time for dramatics!” He growled, a telltale sign of fear for Janus. Getting angry and lashing out.

“I can’t explain right now Jan, but I’ll you soon,” he said before hanging up. He put the phone on the coffee table in front of him and sighed heavily, rubbing his face again tiredly before he stood up. He hissed through his teeth when his leg almost gave out under him, but he walked to the front door anyway.

“Hey- uh, Emile?” he called toward the other room, hoping he remembered his name correctly. Emile hurried out into the living room, his brows furrowing when he saw him by the door. “Thank you for your hospitality, but I gotta go,” Roman said with a light smile. Emile did a double take.

“Wait- where are you going? You can’t walk like that!” He said, gesturing to Roman’s, well, everything.

“To see a friend. He’s worried about my friends and I need to form a plan to get them back,” he told him seriously, grabbing the door handle stubbornly. “Now please let me leave.”

Emile shook his head. “We’re going with you. Remy and I can help,”

“You’d do that?” Roman asked, shocked to say the least as he watched Emile grab his coat off a dining chair. “You guys just got back together and you’re willing to sacrifice that to save people you don’t know?”

Remy limped out of the bedroom and nodded, now sporting a pair of crutches. “Well duh, gurl! Logan needs to be stopped and I’m more than willing to punch him in the face for what he did to me.” Remy said with a light smirk. “Besides, you don’t think we’d just leave you, do you?”

Roman felt something.. good, swell in his chest. Determination perhaps, or hope. Whatever it was, it gave Roman an all new vigor to win justice. He grinned at the other two men and opened up the door with confidence.

“Then what are we waiting for? Let go get my family back, and kick some superhero ass!” He declared, and just like that, the three piled into Emile’s car and were on their way to be the true heroes of their story.

First stop, Janus’ base.

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mel-the-fangirl · 7 years

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Back To You - Requested

Tom Holland x Reader

Words: 2,301 (I have no self control. I’m sorry.)

Requested by: anonymous

“Can you do a tom holland x reader where toms really sad and stuff bc he hasnt seen his gf in a long time but he doesn’t know she’s flying out to see him bc she missed him too?? And she brings tess and it’s just a cute ass family reunion between the three :)”

GOOD LORD, I’M SO FUCKING SCARED TO POST THIS BECAUSE I KNOW IT’S SHIT. I AM SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME I STILL HOPE YOU LIKE IT! REQUESTS ARE CLOSED FOR NOW! SORRY!

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One week.

Seven days.

One hundred and sixty-eight hours.

And counting.

How Tom had managed that long without you was a mystery to him. Never had he ever dreamed to be away from you this long, or at all really but it was part of the job. He had to do what he had to do. He all but begged you to come with him and Harrison to Montreal but you couldn’t just leave your job indefinitely. He fully accepted and respected your decision, but that didn’t mean he didn’t miss you like all hell.

Week one of filming for ‘Chaos Walking’ had just wrapped, and he was so fucking exhausted. This was by far the hardest film he has ever shot, next to ‘The Impossible’. Tom was tired and all he wanted wanted was to curl up on the couch with you, watching Friends reruns on the telly.

He was lying in his bed after a particularly trying day of filming, you already had your nightly FaceTime session earlier but he still couldn’t sleep. He missed having you to curl up next to,.He turned over to his side and clicked open his phone, looks like he was going to have to spend some time on Instagram until he passed out from exhaustion.

It wasn’t a good enough distraction though. You were still ever present in his thoughts. Tom typed out a single text to you,

I miss you so so much, Y/N. I love you.

A succession of beeps coming from his phone diverted his attention. Tom raised the phone to his face to see your sleepy one staring back at him. Tears immediately began to flood his vision, he mentally cursed himself for losing his composure so quickly.

“Hi, my darling girl.” he rasped out. His eyes took the sight of you in through his phone screen, he cherished every detail.

You tried to stifle a yawn as you waved at him. “Hey, Tom. Is everything okay? Your text woke me up, I just wanted to see you and check in.” you said though you could barely keep your eyes open

Tom chuckled at how you were widening your eyes in an attempt to keep them focused on him. “Y-Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. I just miss you.. Miss you a lot, Y/N.” In a matter of seconds, he broke down completely.

“God.. God, Y/N. I miss you, I miss you so much.” he cried

The sound of Tom crying completely woke you up as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice cold water all over you. Clamoring alarm bells were going off inside your head while you watched Tom’s face twist in pain, he was moving to sit up, like if he stayed down any longer he would drown in his own tears.

“Tom..” you weakly trailed off. You hoped and prayed that the right words would come to you.

“Tom, I love you. I love you so much.” was all you managed to say as you began to choke up as well

You didn’t notice Tessa climb into bed next to you. Next thing you knew, she was licking away your tears.

“Tess! Tom, look who’s come to see you.” Focusing your camera on the both of you, you watched with a heavy heart as Tom held back more tears. Tessa began to whine as well.

“Oh, my beautiful girls. I miss you both so much. I’m sorry I woke you, love. I’m just having such a rough time without you.”

“I know. I miss you too, Tom. You know you can call me any time.”

You two continued to talk into the night (morning for you), he told you all about the set and the cast while you told him about your days at work. Most of the things you told each other, you already knew. You didn't think this was your first time speaking in a week, did you? Hell no. The time you two spent apart were filled in with calls and texts, FaceTime was like a staple for your relationship.

When you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was Tom’s sleeping face, or at least the upper half of it. You two must’ve fallen asleep at some point, which was good, Tom was always telling you how tired he was. A groan left your lips as you stretched, it was almost time for you to get ready for work.

“I’ve got to go now, Tom.” you whispered, watching him stir as he slept. “I’ll text as I always do. I love you.”

“Mmm. I love you so much, Y/N.” he mumbled sleepily in reply

His groggy deep voice made you swoon all the way from across the pond. Very very reluctantly, you ended FaceTime and got up to start your day.

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It was the middle of Tom’s second week in Montreal, he felt as if he’s already been there for months. Each and everyday he’d return to their temporary home, body aching, his reprieves being your texts and calls, FaceTime, Harrison making him food, and sleep. That being said, when you missed your regular FaceTime session before Tom went to bed, it worried him. He rang you close to about thirty times with no answer.

He tried to be understanding about it. Tom knew that sooner or later your current situation would begin to take its toll on the both of you so instead of trying you again, he just sent you a text saying that you must’ve fallen asleep but it was alright, he was just going to bed, and he loved you.

Though he said he was going to bed, the lack of seeing your face and hearing your voice made it close to impossible for him to get settled. He tossed and turned the entire night, well into the wee hours of the morning.

“Oh, fuck this.” he grumbled, flinging the blankets off his tired body. It was pointless, Harrison was set to wake him up in a few minutes anyway. Fuck sleep.

He blindly made his way through his dark room, stubbing his toe on the doorframe in the process. Tom let out a hearty string of curses that would make a sailor blush, and exited his room. Harrison wasn’t up yet so he just sat on the couch, checking his phone to see if you had finally replied.

You hadn’t.

Was he seeing things? Maybe it was just the lack of sleep that was making his eyes play tricks on him. He brought both hands up to his eyes palmed them gently, God he was so fucking tired. Although it soothed him a great deal, it still didn’t change the fact that you hadn’t replied to him, or texted or called. At all.

“You’re up early.”

The sound of Harrison’s voice did nothing to distract Tom from his worried thoughts about you, he bit on his thumbnail as he stared ahead.

“Tom?” Harrison walked over to his best friend and put a hand on his shoulder. The sudden contact shocked Tom, he looked at Harrison, confused.

“Oh, hey. I didn’t see you come in.” he said distractedly, shifting in his seat. Tom continued to bite on his nail, staring ahead.

“What’s the matter?” Harrison asked, heading back to kitchen area to cook breakfast

“Y/N hasn’t been answering my texts. She missed FaceTime last night.” he stated, rubbing his tired eyes

Harrison frowned, he thought it was rather odd, that wasn’t something you usually did. He kept that thought to himself though, he knew he shouldn’t stress Tom out before an even more stressful day.

“Well, I’m sure she has a good reason. When has Y/N ever let you down?”

“Right. You’re right.” Tom nodded firmly, trying to grasp at any reassurance he could get

You were fine, you were safe, and you surely had a good reason for not responding to his attempts to contact you.

“Yeah. Yeah, everything’s fine.” he kept nodding to himself. It was unsettling.

“Yes, I’m sure they are. Now would you stop nodding? You’re freaking me out a bit here.” Harrison teased, hoping Tom’s mood would improve

After breakfast and a shower, they both went out to set. Through the course of his day, in between takes, Tom couldn’t stop himself from obsessively checking his phone to see if you resurfaced from whatever hole it is you’ve crawled into. He became more and more agitated every time he saw your conversation the same as it was.

But being a consummate professional, Tom never let his agitation show up while he was doing a scene. That was a good thing for him professionally, but emotionally? Tom was just about ready to explode. It was a good thing they wrapped early that day.

“I’m going to the fucking airport.” he said, slamming the car door and driving off like a madman

“WHAT?!” Harrison exclaimed from next to him, holding onto the handles for dear life

“I’m going to pack, then the fucking airport, then I’m going the fuck home to Y/N. Something is wrong, I fucking know it.” Tom fumed, his vision had been painted a venomous red

The duo somehow managed to get back home in one piece, Tom immediately got out of the car and slammed the door shut behind him. He didn’t even bother to wait for Harrison as he trudged up to their front door.

He all but hurled it open and went inside. Nothing but silence greeted him, it wasn’t like he was expecting something else though. But maybe he should have.

He took a step forward and felt something underneath his shoe, he looked down to see one of his trainers. How in the hell did that get there? Tom tried to think of every plausible explanation. His eyes widened in realisation. Tom ran outside, smacking into Harrison in the process.

“Jesus Christ!” Harrison exclaimed as he fell to the ground, Tom on top of him

Tom pushed off of his best friend and grabbed hold of his shoulders. “Harrison. Harrison, there is an animal in the fucking house.” he hissed

“No.. No, you’re shitting me.” Harrison shook his head, dread beginning to invade his senses. His sky blue eyes darted from Tom’s frazzled face to the open door.

“I am not. I found one of my trainers by the door, I didn’t leave it there, I swear to you.”

Tom dropped his hands from Harrison’s shoulders and ran them through his cropped hair. “We’ve got to go inside and check it out.”

“Those are the exact words of everyone who’s ever died in a horror film, Tom.”

“Well this isn’t a film, buddy. It’s real life.” Tom grabbed a nearby stick off of the ground and flipped it around. Taking a deep breath, he stalked confidently to the house

“Yeah, and a fucking stick is going to fend of a bear.” Harrison muttered under his breath, staying close behind Tom

The wannabe Hardy Boys made their way through the quiet house, they checked the kitchen, the living room, and their backyard. Nothing was there. They thought they were in the clear, until they heard something scratching on the other side of Tom’s bedroom door.

“Alright, it’s been a nice run, mate. We’ve had fun and everything, done amazing things, seen amazing places.” Harrison told him as the scratching began to intensify, the door started to rattle against its hinges

By its own volition, the door swung open and Tom closed his eyes and braced himself for impact. The intruder lunged at him, tackled him to the ground and.. Licked his face?

Harrison let out a surprised laugh. Tom took it as his cue to open his eyes. Standing on his chest, was Tessa.

“Oh my God! Tess?!” Tom exclaimed once he realised who it was. He scooped her up in his arms and gave her a big hug

“God damn I wish I'd caught that on camera.” Harrison remarked

Tom sat up, Tessa still in his arms, he felt warm hands cover his eyes a second later. The way his heart beat faster gave it away.

“Surprise!” you yelled right next to his ear

He winced at the volume but at the same time, he felt so relieved to hear the sound of your voice. Tom let Tessa go and engulfed you in his arms. The familiar scent of your perfume invaded his senses, he breathed you in until he swore the room was spinning.

Tom pulled away to press his lips against yours, his eyes were shut tightly. Afraid that if he opened them once again, you would be gone.

“I'm not going anywhere, Tom.” you whispered, like you'd read his mind. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him again.

“I can't believe you called me thirty-six times. I didn't know you were a stage five clinger.” you said into the crook of his neck

Your boyfriend smiled, you couldn’t see the playful glint in his eye.

“Oh, I’ll show you a stage five clinger, darling.”

He flipped you over to the floor and latched onto you like a koala. Tom squeezed you until you could feel the air slowly leaving your lungs. You tried to laugh but Tom’s weight on you made it difficult, you hit him repeatedly. “TOM!! GET!! OFF!!”

“Tess! Get in here!” he called to Tessa, who was watching you, head tilted. But at Tom’s command, she came bounding over to you, yipping excitedly

Harrison stood by the doorway, snapping a picture of the two of you on the floor, Tom wrapped around you as you lay trapped under him, and Tessa with her tail wagging in the air. He posted it on his Instagram with the caption, “Family Reunion”

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fic #tom holland imagine #sam holland #harry holland #holland family #hollanders #quacksons #requested #REQUESTS ARE CLOSED #PLS FORGIVE ME THIS IS SO BAD

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Traveling...Ch.4

Chapter 3

A/N: Yeeeet! First chapter of December!

Wordcount: 1868

Warnings: Just language and being sad this time.

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Traveling in Secret

Dear scraped paper I stole from Alex,

I guess this is my first entry since everything I had worked on before technically doesn’t exist anymore? This is all getting more confusing by the second. It’s been about a week since I showed up here, and it seems that my calculations were a bit off. We’re still about two weeks or so away from when Lee is supposed to ride out ahead. No wonder everyone has been suspicious of me, I was giving out information that was only referenced by five people. They haven’t even finished the full idea yet and I tell them I know about it. If I didn’t have to be careful before, I sure as hell do now. I’m trapped in the most influential part of American history. The actual start of the country. This is going to be difficult. Things have also been a bit tense between me and Alex recently. Every night, he’s been trying to keep tabs on me. I know that he wants to know what happened, but I don’t think I can tell him. I don’t think I can tell anyone, at least I don’t want to. But I appreciate that he hasn’t told anyone else. It’s just not something I talk about, not anymore. I feel like I’m breaking just thinking about it. I think out of everyone, Alex would understand the most. This entry will have to be short, I have a lot of work to do.

I sigh, clutching my head in my head in my hands. For now, you were put in charge of organizing everything. You kept tabs on what people were doing, what they needed, and if we even had it. Basically, you were Mama’s personal assistant. If you weren’t sitting at this desk and going through papers, you were doing errands with Mama. No one calls her by her real name, you’re not even sure if anyone knows her real name. She’s just Mama. But that didn’t bother you, after all, is that not what you’re doing? Just as you were having that thought, you saw a splotch of dark blue in the sea of black forms coming towards you.

“Oh, Mr. Laurens, what are you doing here?” Honestly, you felt a bit uncomfortable around John. It wasn’t his fault, he was extremely kind. It was more of how he looked that got to you, as bad as that sounds.

“Mama asked me to make sure you take a break, and I can’t tell her no.” He smiled at you and gesture for you to follow him. “So, take a break with me.” Say no, you are allowed to say no, you aren’t obligated to do this!

“Thank you, a break is probably needed.” God damnit! Anxiety, why do you do this to me?! You reluctantly stand up from your seat, following close behind since it was impossible to walk side by side. When the two of you exited the tent, you were relieved to see that it was cloudy. The heat has been the worst about this, everyone else has even been saying it’s unusually hot as well. You picked up the pace a bit to walk next to John. He looks so much like Philip…

“Who’s Philip?” He asked curiously. WHY DO I KEEP DOING THAT?!

“Uh! No one, just an old friend of mine!” Is that why I get uncomfortable around him? John’s eyebrows furrow but he shrugs.

“So, Miss Titania-“

“I told you to call me Titania, Miss is too formal.” You corrected.

“Well, then you can’t call me Mr. Laurens. It’s just Laurens.” He retorted. You held in a laugh, you didn’t expect that from him.

“That sounded like sass, Mama would be very disappointed!” He smirked at your joke.

“What are you going to do? Tell on me?”

“No, I’m not a snitch.” John went silent for a moment.

“So, this is what you are truly like?” He asked, you didn’t exactly get what he meant.

“What does that mean?”

“Oh, forgive me. That must have sounded rude. I just, have not gotten the chance to be around you, I was unsure of your personality.”

“I see, is that why you asked me to have my break with you?” You stopped walking. John scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“Yes, well, that’s one of my reasons…” He chuckled, you raised an eyebrow.

“And what’s the other reason?” You questioned, crossing your arms. John’s eyes widened, as if he just remembered something.

“Right! I almost forgot!” He reached his hand inside his jacket, soon pulling something out. It was wrapped in a white cloth, so you couldn’t tell what it was. “This is for you.” He held it out and you took it reluctantly. You took an inquisitive look at it before unwrapping the cloth.

“It’s…a piece of bread.” You were oddly surprised.

“You and Alex are pretty similar. When he gets focused on something, he forgets to take care of himself. He’ll get so distracted that he won’t even realize that he’s hungry. I do this for him all the time!” He admitted. Is he really that nice? Now I feel bad…

“Laurens! We need a bit of help over here!” A voice called out from a few yards away. John nodded, dipping his head down apologetically.

“I am afraid my break must be cut short. Perhaps I’ll run into you at supper?” Before you could answer, the voice cawed once more, asking for John to hurry. With a roll of his eyes, he turned and began to head towards the man. “Goodbye for now, Titania.” He waved, his curls bouncing behind him.

“Bye…” You mumbled, looking back down at the bread. You tried to take a bite, assuming it would be impossible since all the bread here is as hard as a rock. To your astonishment, the bread was easy to bite into. It’s soft…and it tastes good?! You didn’t realize how hungry you were. You ended up scarfing down bread quickly. But then you had a second of realization. If he didn’t get that from here, then where did it come from? Suddenly, an arm linked with yours.

“Wh-“

“There is no time, Titania! The General wishes to see you immediately!” It was Alex, dragging you by the arm, to Washington’s tent.

“Wait! Wait! Alex! I’m not ready! Noooooo!” Alex shushed you before you came too close to the tent. He let go of you once you reached the entrance, motioning for you to go first. Taking a deep gasp of air, you took a step inside. He looked up from his desk, a map in front of him. You felt oddly guilty for breaking his concentration.

“Ah, Miss Taylor, please, sit down.” You looked behind you, you expected Alex to come in with you but he either left or was waiting outside.

“Yes sir.” You took a seat in a chair in front of his desk, you felt like you were in the principal’s office. “Is something wrong, sir? You haven’t called me in before…” He sensed your nervousness and quickly reassured you.

“Do not worry, I’m just going to ask you some questions.” NO! MY WORST FEAR! You tried to swallow your fears. He stood up, walking around you. This is an interrogation, I know what these look like… “When you first arrived, you told Colonel Laurens and Alexander that you knew of top secret plans that hadn’t left this very tent…how is it that you came upon such information.” God damnit! What do I say?!

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you…” Way to be vague, Y/N! George’s eyes narrowed, urging you to continue. “I overheard it!” Good start!

“From who?”

“Y-You?” Today is not my day! A mixture of surprise, concern, and amazement poured into his pupils. “The day I talked to Laurens and Alex…wasn’t the first time I was here. I overheard you discussing the concept originally.” This is risky, but it’s all I’ve got right now…

“A spy.” He stated.

“Wh-What are you-“

“I’m talking about you.” His voice wasn’t cold, more analytical, focused. But you were panicking.

“No! I swear! I’m not a spy! I wou-“ He held up his hand to signal for you to be quiet.

“I believe you.” Wait…didn’t he just say I was a spy?! “I’m a General, I wouldn’t risk the safety of my army just for a random woman who appeared out of thin air. I was suspicious of you from the beginning.” Of…course he was… “That being said, you’re clearly no longer in league with the red coats-“

“But how do you know that?” Honestly, you were tired of some of this shit going on today.

“I’ve had Mama keep close tabs on you, she personally requested it. On top of that, you don’t fit the mold of an active spy. And I know because we have one here with us that I also had help me with this endeavor.” Hercules Mulligan…That sly bitch! “Spies lay low, don’t get involved, don’t cause a scene. They would never try to break into our ranks without joining first. They also wouldn’t make the scene as dramatic. And most importantly, they wouldn’t get as close as you have.” Close? “A spy will silently work their way through the day, avoiding making attachments. You, have been nothing but trusting. You go out of your way to prove yourself. You have exceptional skills on top of that. I may not agree with the crown, but they are not idiots. No way in hell they would send a wealthy woman to become a spy in this manner.” That’s right, woman were usually used as mistresses acquire information…on top of that, they’d never let a woman with a sliver of power taste freedom during this period. It would have been democratic suicide. “So that leaves one option…” The whole time, he had been walking around you, but now he came to a sudden stop to look down at you. “It was your idea to become a spy…what I can’t figure out is why.” It was a statement but you knew it was a question. Okay, you can do this. Just go with it.

“I was threatened. They were planning on killing me. It was the only thing I could come up with to let them spare me.”

“What was your crime?” He asked, not missing a beat.

“Being the daughter of a traitor.” You took a deep breath. “My father, he openly degraded the kingship. He was rallying protests in the streets. He was caught and…” These stories get harder to tell the longer I’m here… George nodded, he seemed to understand enough from what you were saying. And the few stray tears dancing off your lashes weren’t exactly incriminating you.

“You needn’t say anymore. Unfortunately, I cannot simply let you go with this information.”

“Wait! Please, I-“

“Let me finish. However, I can still make a deal with you.” A deal? “I will allow you continue your work here, as you clearly wish to do. On one condition…”

“And what is this condition?”

“You give us all the information you have on the British’s plans.”

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