#you don't need to be giving him that murderous glare Harry

[humaforever]

This photo will always be hysterical to me

#Harry's giving “look at her the wrong way and you'll regret it” #this boy #it's just gil #you don't need to be giving him that murderous glare Harry #put the jealousy away #I think Gil knows the deal considering that he has to be around these two's constant PDA #huma #harry hook #uma #gil #sea three

[small-sinclair]

Only Louisiana Knows

@sketchy-rosewitch, here ya go! Let me know if you want a part 2!

A/B/O Sinclair Brothers x child!reader (platonic)

Contains: reader is not a wolf, mentions child abuse (not by brothers), kidnapper is a Hunter, injured reader, gore, blood, murder, not proofread

Lester was the one to notice something was wrong with you while driving towards Ambrose. He could smell it.

Though, out loud, it sounds odd and not good at all, but it’s true. He knew that the man sitting with you wasn’t the best man or the best father. He knew something was wrong when he saw bruises too big for your little body, and there’s not child-like wonder glowing in your eyes when he started talking to you about the swamp creatures. Lester didn’t like the way the man always eyeing your every move and how he glared at you whenever you answered a question. Lester didn’t like it one bit, and he knew his brothers wouldn’t, too.

He pulled up to the station and parked the truck. “I’ll let Bo know yer here.” He hops out of the truck and headed inside. It’ll be fast, he promises himself. He doesn’t want to leave you alone for long.

“Bo?” He called as he entered the front. “Ya here?”

“Yeah!” Bo answered. He was laying under a car with a light on. The radio on the bench was playing 80s rock. “Jus’ a sec!” He pushed himself out front underneath and stands, wiping his hands on his pants, turning the radio off. “Yes, Les?”

“We gotta ourselves a child beater,” Lester answered, stepping in the garage so you and your father don’t hear. In the corner, Vincent closes his sketch book and stands off his stool. He tilted his head a little and nodded Lester to go on. "He has a kid wit'im... a youngling."

Bo stiffened as he crossed his arms. "Did you see anything on the child?"

"Bo, you can smell it."

Bo lifted a brow then looked at Vincent, who shrugged, then back at Lester. "Le’me meet him. I bet I could figure him out." As soon as he finished saying those words, the bell to the door open and closed. The smell of burnt leaves and cedar filled the air, but the sweet scent of cherry and vanilla followed. "I'll be righ' there!" Bo shouted as he tossed the rag to the side. "Vince, head to the basement and listen close if I need ya."

He gets a nod from the other alpha and slips away towards the tunnels underground. He spares a glance before leaving, clicking the door behind him softly.

Lester led the way out as Bo followed, fixing his hat as he walked. Standing by the front door, Bo saw the man and tried to to recoil at the smell. Lester was right: it didn't smell right nor look good. He didn't like how the man kept the child close, and he didn't like how the kid didn't look at anything or tried to talk. What is the kid? Four or something? When he was that age, you could never shut him up! Still, Bo gave a nod at man along with a welcoming grin. If he could figure the man out and get him far away from the kid, that'll be the best for both him and the town. He doesn't want a child beater part of his mother's dream, her waxed pack.

"Apologies for the wait," Bo said. "What can I do for ya?"

"Car blew a flat," the man said. Shit, even the way he talks and the smell of his breath made Bo want to throw-up. "Me and my kid need to get going soon."

"Of course," Bo nodded. "Les? Get the keys to the tow and bring the car. I can see what I can do." He turned to the side and opened his arm. "I have some tires back here if ya wanna see 'em? Easier for you to pick, ya know?"

Lester takes the keys off the hook and looks back at Bo with a concerned look. Bo waved him off shyly, giving him the reassurance that everything will be okay. Bo wasn't going to do anything to the kid, to you.

You stood still as you hugged your stuffed gray wolf closer to your chest. The mechanic held out his hand towards your father and said, "Name's Bo."

"Harry," he shook Bo's hand. "Look, I don't mean to come off as a bother but--"

"No bother at all, sir," Bo flashed an award-winning smile. "Was just fixin' t'breaklines on a car." Then he turned his attention towards you. "Does jounir wanna sucker? I got som' lollies."

He seemed to be asking you and not your father, but you know better than to talk. As much as you want to say yes, you saw the glare form your father and shook your head. You didn't want to be more in trouble than you have to be.

"Okay, kiddo," Bo said, turning on his heels. "The kid c'n stay up here. Shop's too messy for a kid to be walkin' around." Then Bo turned to you and nodded at a chair. Gladly, you took your seat. After climbing up, sat your stuffed wolf, named Wolfie, next to you. Bo smiled slightly then turned back to your father. "Come 'is way."

As Bo and your father left, your legs dangled over the chair, so you started kicking in the air and hugged Wolfie.

He's not really your father, Harry. You know he's not because you were taken from your real parents as payment for something. But he turned around and burned them alive for drinking out of people's necks. You don't do that, but Harry doesn't believe that. He's been referred to as a "hunter", but he doesn't hunt deer or animals... well, he does hunt wolves and people that drink from necks.

It's confusing and hard to follow what he does, so you don't ask. In fact, you don't talk unless he tells you to. Maybe he's scared you'll tell people about the cross-bow in the trunk of his car or about the packets of wolf's bane hidden under the seat? Who's to say, really.

You made Wolfie dance over your knees when you heard your father yelling and something falling to the ground. You hugged Wolfie close to your chest as you slowly slipped off the chair and looked into the doorway. You saw harry with a wrench trying to hurt Bo while Bo...

Bo didn't look the same.

His shirt was ripped as fur stuck out. His blue eyes were brighter and burned in flames of anger. His face was getting longer and larger like his hands and fingers. You watched as his nails grew into claws like a bear as wolf ears poked out of his hair. He pushed Harry back with a long, black and brown tail. You heard his clothing tear and rip until there was nothing left. Bo wasn't a human. He stood tall and proud as a wolf... a werewolf.

You and your stuffie turned, and you bolted out the door as you heard his howl and an echo of a growl, but you didn't go far. You forgot to tie your shoes and tripped on the laces. You fell on face forward and tried to scramble to get away, but you felt a shadow creep over you. Looking up, you saw another werewolf with black thick fur, but it was miss half its face and ear. It looked down at you then leapt over your trembling body through the glass door window. You let out a scream and covered your head.

It's just a dream It's just a bad dream!

Then you heard Harry's cry of agony and death. You heard snarls and growls ripping through Harry’s skin. Then his gun fired, hitting one of them.

Before you knew it, you were scooped up by a large claw and carried away to the other side of the road. The one with one eye and ear placed you down and stood on all fours protectively, it’s fur standing.

Barking loudly, Vincent snarled as it glared forward. How fucking dare he come to his home, to his town, and threaten his family with a gun! It dared to harm you? Hurt you just for being there!? No. Not on his watch. He growled as Harry limped out of the station. He glared at you and the wolf and raised his gun—

“No!” You pushed through the other wolf and opened your arms. “Stop—!”

Stupid child.

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Lester bright the broken car home, but he was speeding the whole way through. He heard the gun shot clear as day and felt his heart tear apart. He pressed on the gas and drove until he couldn’t no more. He parked the car and leapt out of the driver’s seat. The transformation is normal painful, but he found through the pain and was running the rest of the way. He didn’t stop until he saw the child laying behind Vincent as Bo attacked the hunter from behind.

Lester could smell blood as soon as he raced down the gravel road. He watched as Vincent lunged at the man’s chest while Bo aimed for his throat. He heard the cracking of bones and skin ripping, but he didn’t see you move. He grit his teeth as he narrowed in on the hunter and jumped high enough to land on top of his arm.

You heard his body being torn apart violent until there was nothing left of him. You curled up into a ball and clinched Wolfie tighter as you started crying in the fur, flinching at their victory howls over the killed hunter, over Harry.

Lester pushed the body away and rushed towards the curled up child. His pants were ripped as changed back to normal. “Bo! First-aid, now!” He shouted as he slid on his knees next to you. “Kid? Kiddo!?” He glanced over his shoulder then back at you. Letting out a frustrated yell, he picked you up and ran into the station.

***********

The first thing you felt when you woke up was something soft and warm like fur. Looking up, you found the full-face wolf under you, sleeping soundly with its tail wrapped around you protectively. Panic surged through your body as you pushed yourself up for the wolf, waking it up in the process.

You fell on your back as burning pain from your leg grew like weeds in the summer. It shot up through your little body as you scrambled away from it. You put your arms around your head as you curled into a ball.

“Don’t hurt me! Please!” Fat tears fell from your eyes as you cried out, “Mama! Mama! Papa!” You knew your parents weren’t there anymore. Harry wasn’t there anymore. You were alone. Truly and forever alone. “Wolfe! Where’s-where’s Wolfie!?” Then you peeled through your hands and saw the half-faced wolf inching closer to you. “Papa! Papa, help!”

Bo’s ears lowered as a high-pitched whine escaped. He doesn’t whine. He never does. But hearing you call out for someone that’s gone… what did that hunter do to you? He didn’t like this one bit, but he knew what had to be done. You are a child, a kid… his kid. Vincent’s kid. Lester’s kid. Their child.

You heard nails tapping on the ground and pattering of paws coming closer to you. Then your arm was nudged by a nose. A dog's nose. you opened your eyes and met the brightest blue eyes and blackest fur you've ever seen. The werewolf lowered himself down onto his stomach and whimpered softly as he nudged your arm again. He digs his nose under your arm until your arm was resting on his neck. His blue eyes were hurt and sorry as if he felt your pain.

From behind, the other joined as well. The wolf lowered himself on the floor next to you and curled around you like like a dragon protecting its hoard, its tail covering you like a blanket. It whimpered like the other did as it came closer to you. It’s burning blue and green eye focused on you and your fears. How Vincent wished to take away your pain.

Lester’s feet hurried over the wooden steps but slowed when he saw his brothers and you together. He softened as he came towards the little pile, but slowed when Bo glared at him as if he did something wrong. So he knelt besides Vincent and offered a friendly smile. “Heya, sweetness,” his voice was so light and careful. “How ya feelin’?”

All he got from you was a chocked out sob and a cry.

“Yeah, I reckon much,” he sighed sadly. “But, hey, listen,” he made sure to move so you’re right in eye sight of him. “I patched up your stuffy an’ washed it good.”

“Wolfie?” You murmured hopefully.

He nods. “Yes. Wolfie is okay. Jus’ hang dryin’.” He looked between his brothers and back at you. “Do ya wanna sleep somewhere more comfortable? Made a bed for ya.”

“Wolfie?”

“Yes, little bit,” he chuckles. “Wolfie will be there.”

Bo nudged his head against yours as if he’s reassuring you. What else can you do? Nodding, you allowed Lester to pick you up. He was gentle enough so your leg doesn’t start bleeding.

Bo and Vincent followed Lester but stopped at the bottom of the steps. Mama never liked it when they went upstairs with dirty paws. Hold habits die hard with the Sinclairs. Vincent laid on his paws and watched as his little brother and you disappeared. Tonight was on him, and he’ll never forget it.

As the night went on, Lester didn’t leave your side. He slept at the old writing desk in the broken chair he knew throw out. Vincent stayed at the bottom of the steps and slowly came back to human with ripped clothing and torn shoes, maskless. The two stayed at the house with you while Bo took care of Harry.

He took his body and filled his ripped stomach with stones until it sank in the swamp with the gators. Before he did that, he took his hunter’s ring and notebook in his back pocket. The little black box was filled with names and addresses of other hunters, and that made Bo smile wide. He stood over the torn body and took a few photos to send to the hunter cove as a warning to stay away from Ambrose, but he hoped they came. He wanted blood for what he did to that child. He wanted their hearts in his jaw. Bo wanted to make them fear him—

Then he thought of you and how you curled closed to him. He thought about how small you were and how light and shy your eyes are. Bo sighs to himself and shakes his head. He’ll be a father a true father to you, but he’ll be damned if anyone came close to you. He sunk the body into the water and rowed back to shore. He stepped out and dragged the boat on land. He knelt down and washed the blood off his hands in the blessed swamp waters.

No one will find him. It’ll be between him, the swamp, and the other spirits that haunt these waters.

Only Louisiana and her ruby fields will ever know.

#bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #house of wax (2005) #house of wax fanfiction #house of wax fanfic #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #house of wax x reader #house of wax au #a/b/o prompt #a/b/o house of wax #a/b/o au #slasher fanfiction #slasher x reader #slasher fanfic #slashers #bo sinclair x you #lester sinclair x you #vincent sinclair x you #house of wax x y/n #house of wax a/b/o #alpha!bo sinclair x reader #alpha!vincent sinclair x reader #beta!lester sinclair x reader #house of wax x child!reader

[trashland-llamas]

Scary Dog Privileges

Gn reader

The boys had always said you had scary dog privileges, most of your outfits consisting of techwear

Which is the reason why they asked you to be apart of the videos where they go out shopping 

Having felt safer with you walking next to them or behind them, giving a little nod whenever they'd look back at you

Them more checking to see if you were still there, having the ability to move almost soundlessly

'How do you do that?' at your confused face, Josh would elaborate, 'Your shoes, they don't make any noise.'

'Oh, more or less just roll your feet.'

At first, fans confused you for another one of JJ's bodyguards, not really caring all too much to correct them

All the hidden compartments making them think you had a few knives on you, plus the piercings and tattoos you had

The Sidemen being so excited when you agreed to be apart of their hide and seek videos; Tobi claiming he almost shit himself when you found him in the nuclear bunker video

Ethan the first to bluntly ask, 'Why don't you smile?' causing Vik to pop his head up, thinking you were about to kill him. 

They were both surprised when all you did was shrug and ask, 'Why don't you say something funny then?' 

That said, the boys are the some of the few people that get to see your soft side

Such as when Harry uses your shoulder as a pillow and ends up with a few braids in his hair later

This being the major thing that gets Vik to eventually warm up to you, that and he needed help reaching a mug that Simon had purposely put on the highest shelf. Being too lazy to get the stool and knowing you'd have no problem climbing the counter.

'Here you go, fucking noodle, Simon.' patting his shoulder before walking away

Laughing when Ethan can't open a jar

Or when one of JJ's weird jokes makes you flustered to where your voice starts cracking

Tobi letting you paint his nails, knowing you have a vast array of colors

Helping Simon dye his hair, him coaxing you into dying a few stripes in your hair 

'Oh shit, they're going to kill us.' JJ laughing when you walk out, not in your usual gear. It being for a video; one of those 'We turn our goth friend preppy' type but instead of preppy, they gave you pastel clothing

'Come on y/n, do the uwu fingers.' the blue sweater, 2 sizes too big being the one piece you kept

You comply, but instead of doing it w/ the usual pointer fingers, you do it w/ your middle fingers. Glaring at them, 'Can't believe I agreed to this shit'

In exchange, Josh makes the rest of them agree to you doing a goth transformation for them

The most trouble being when you're trying to do their makeup; 'Close your eyes now.' your voice being the most gentle they've heard it

None of them being the same subcategory of goth; E-boy, Emo, Cyber, Pastel goth, Metal...

'You're not going to murder me, right?' the Cal's visibly relaxing when you shook your head no

None of them surprised when you get either a bulldog/pitbull or a black cat

Simon being the one to sneakily film you cooing at the little guy

#sidemen #sidemen x reader #simon minter #miniminter #josh zerker #zerkaa #jj olatunji #ksi #ethan payne #behzinga #vikkstar123 #vikram barn #harry lewis #wroetoshaw #tobi brown #tbjzl #calfreezy #callux

[flame-cat]

hey fellas so @boyswillbeboxes and I have been cooking a fun concept for a few days and I thought I'd share it with you along with some Images I doodled. the post we're talking about at first is this one right here but if u don't feel like looking at it tl;dr its kim glaring at jean and being possessive of Harry. synopsis under the readmore! tws for suicide baiting and suicidal actions

rat: THAT FUCKIN COMIC WITH KIM GIVING JEAN THE SIDE EYE I'M SCREAMING

GET HIS ASS KIM

me: DLFJFKFKF IM SO GLAD U SAW ITTTT

rat: I JUST DID

me: thought of u makin that

rat: 😭😭

I'm so honored

God lmao you're right tho

Listen listen if Harry fails the check for the karaoke and Jean is there and doesn't clap for Harry, Kim swears a VENDETTA

That's CANON

He brings it up at the tribunal he's so petty

The second one

He says some really backhanded shit I don't remember the specifics but he's basically like Enemy Sighted

me: he took one look at this man and went "is anyone gonna become harshly overprotective of that" and didn't wait for an answer

rat: NO FOR REAL

IT'S INSANE HOW QUICKLY KIM WOULD DIE FOR HARRY

I LOVE IT I LOVE THEM

me: like in my head it literally is just. jean is minding his business. he doesn't even do anything. and Kim is just glaring daggers at him from across the room. in my head it's a sitcom bit where every time Harry leaves the room with Kim and Jean left Kim threatens Jean's life and as soon as Harry comes back in hes Normal again and jean is like GET YOUR FUCKING DOG BITCH

rat: Nobody ever believes Jean when he says this is happening

"No he's so even-tempered he's really polite maybe you just misinterpreted?"

Or even worse it makes Jean look crazy

me: like jean comes back to his desk and there's his mug which is now filled with dirt and a sticky note that says "bitch"

he looks over at Kim's desk and Kim is staring directly at him with murder in his eyes

and then a couple seconds pass and he looks away like nothing happened and jean is like "oh its ON motherfucker" (it is not on. jean can't hope to fight back against the wrath of kim kitsuragi)

jean fills Kim's coffee with salt? Kim just drinks it all. completely straight face. doesn't flinch once

kim comes over later and is like "thanks for the coffee" even tho jean was SURE no one saw him do that

he goes to fucking pryce about it eventually and he's just like "I don't appreciate you spreading rumors about the newest member of the 41st. he's done exemplary work. far better than you. maybe you need to go through that sensitivity training again?" and he blows his fucking LID over that.

challenges kim to a fucking brawl in the middle of the bullpen and Kim is just like. officer you're embarrassing yourself *eyebrow*

his reputation never recovers. even more of a joke than Dick Mullen now

rat: Kim being so so SO careful never to do this when anyone else is around. But then one day Jean is in the bathroom, and then the door opens, and it's Kim. And Kim just stops. Looks at him. Smirks a little. Then reaches behind himself and locks the door

And Jean feels FEAR

Kim never actually touches him. But it's very clear he's more than capable of following through on his threats.

Getting in his space and grabbing his chin to make sure Jean is Paying Attention

me: jean starts looking over his shoulder on his way home. one time Kim tails him just to fuck with him. jean thinks he loses him but when he gets onto his street kim is standing outside of his building, having his one cigarette

jean is stood frozen. Kim locks eyes with him as he puts out the cig on his boot. walks away

jean i think starts to try and play dirty as well but idk how he'd go about it. he's too... hm. stupid

rat: Yeah yeah yeah for sure like. He tries to "trick" Kim into a fight but Kim is five steps ahead at all times, he never takes the bait

And god help him if he tries to antagonize Harry to get to Kim

That's when Kim gets SERIOUS

That's when Kim finds him in a dark alley outside of work

Grabs a handful of his hair, smashes his face into a brick wall, puts him into a hammerlock hold

Whispers in his ear if he ever catches him trying that shit again, he's not getting a warning next time

me: I think it'd be hilarious if Jean tried to threaten suicide and it just. doesn't work. I think it'd make sense for him to bait kim like "okay well what if I killed myself and framed YOU for my MURDER" and Kim is like officer don't be dramatic get over yourself please

rat: Kim just staring at him like "Okay then. Do it. Right now."

Maybe Kim even hands over his gun

Jean trying to turn the tables by pointing it at Kim

Kim never flinches

"Go ahead. Pull the trigger. Unlike your idiotic plan, I'll be missed. And we both know Harry never stops."

me: I just think that scene in the alley could end up with Harry intuiting whats going on, that an officer is in danger, so he goes to stop it and- hey JEAN IS POINTING A GUN AT KIM??? AND KIM ISNT??? STOPPING HIM????

rat: HARRY PUTTING HIMSELF IN THE WAY OF THE GUN

Jean having to reconcile the fact that Harry is no longer his, insofar as he was before

me: after a tense second of not moving. jean actually considering doing it.

rat: GOD Jean being like I could just do it. Shoot him, maybe have time to reload and shoot myself after. That might be the only way to truly Hurt Kim

me: kim catches on to that. and for the first time he IS afraid

hes fine losing himself. but losing Harry? he couldn't bear it. he would sooner die

then. all at once. jean drops it

he can't do it. too much of a coward. "GOD FUCKING DAMN YOU!!" punches the wall etc. definitely crying. meanwhile kim GRABS Harry by the shoulders. he's shaking with fury and also something else. "what the FUCK are you thinking-" and Harry cuts him off with "what are YOU thinking? what the fuck was that? what HAPPENED to you?"

Harry means "you two" but kim feels that in his soul

they leave jean to talk after that. and that conversation is not a pretty one

smth smth "I was trying to protect you" "that was too far" "he went too far first. he was hurting you" "so your solution is to hurt him back?" "he wasn't going to STOP" "then let me deal with it!" etc etc

no idea what jean does from there. maybe he actually fucking thinks and reconsiders things and idk grows as a person

anyway after that we get the dinner from hell

harry invites them to a get-along dinner. christ

GOD. THE TENSEST DINNER EVER. TO RIVAL ANY FAMILY DINNER

im just imagining them trying to throttle each other on top of some takeout

harry is yelling TIMEOUT TIMEOUT

composure failure

rat: Harry like "can't we all just get along??" and Kim and Jean say NO at the same time

me: they both point at each other at the same time and go HE STARTED IT

harry actually passes an authority check and scolds them and they both realize how petty this is and its all very embarrassing and Harry is treating this very seriously. fully goes "do you have anything to say?" and they grumble sorry and he's like "not to me. to *each other*"

rat: He only passed Kim's authority because Kim hates seeing him sad

me: slow look at each other. jean holds out a hand. Kim grabs it so tight you hear joints snap.

they still hate each other so so much but Harry is Determined to make them friends

its like. harry is their get-along shirt

rat: Harry like the power of love and friendship will prevail and Kim tries he really does but every time he sees Jean he hears the Kill Bill sirens in his head

He makes an honest effort to threaten his life less but that's all he can manage

me: I do think this could get resolved eventually tho. like harry being put in some sort of crisis situation where his life is on the line or something

rat: Wouldn't it be funny if the situation was something Harry put himself in though

Like getting himself kidnapped by a gang

Like "wow this will really bring Jean and Kim together! ♡"

Meanwhile he's literally tied to a chair with his face bloody and nose broken

And Jean and Kim HAVE to team up. They can't take on a gang ALONE

Jean pretends not to care but he cares so much it makes him look stupid

If Harry actually dies what the fuck is he supposed to do

me: it works but not in the way he intended cause it actually touches on the heart of the conflict is that Jean wants to blame Harry for everything ever and also he does care so much it makes him look stupid so when they find out it was actually sort of on purpose they BOTH GET MAD AT HIM FOR THE SAME REASON

a horrible, deadly pact is formed. harry is now in grave danger

rat: Harry wanted them to be friends. And now, unfortunately, they are

He's never getting let out of their sight again

me: I like to think eventually they do chill out and become friends about it. like outside of all that. maybe jean finally gets over himself and Kim and Harry have a talk about being posessive- lol I'm just kidding those two are codependent to the fucking grave. but still I think they could end up being civil and the death threats just become banter

the competitive streak never dies tho. constantly trying to one-up each other. functional kismesistude

#in the life #disco elysium #harrier du bois #kim kitsuragi #jean vicquemare #harrykim #kimharry #my art #pheo doodles

[weirdraccoon]

Flufftober Day 17: Encouraging s.o. to achieve a goal

Tomarry: Tom Riddle x Harry Potter

fun pre-dark lord times lol

Tom wanted to kill them all. The only thing they were accomplishing was giving him a headache. Especially Abraxas' little brother, Lucius. The boy was whining about the unfairness of him not being with the inner circle yet. He had only been a Knight for a week!

"Surely you can speak to him, Abraxas," Lucius begged under his breath, while the others pretended they didn't hear him. "Tell him I can be with you! I can do everything you can!"

Abraxas closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Tom's grip tightened on his wand, ready to torture the younger Malfoy even if that lost him a friend.

Harry chuckled next to him.

"That's actually adorable," Harry said, not bothering to lower his voice and making the younger Malfoy blush furiously. "I say we give him a chance and see if he's really up to the things we grown-ups do."

Tom rolled his eyes. He was about to tell his partner to not traumatize his followers' younger relatives but since Abraxas seemed fine with it, he happily agreed.

Lucius ended up throwing up after his first mission.

Tom's headache only worsened when the younger Malfoy cried about it and begged to be back with the lower rankers.

At least Harry gave him a massage after everyone had left their house.

"Oh, poor you, Mr. Dark Lord, sir," Harry cooed. "Who would've thought you'd have to deal with people and emotions?"

"Stop making fun of me," Tom demanded, not pouting, no matter how Harry'd described it. "All the young ones are too... soft."

"Well, yeah," Harry shrugged. "Not everyone was born a psychopath and you had the privilege to brainwash your first minions yourself. I bet that's why they're not as squirmish as their baby siblings."

"I don't want to waste time brainwashing them too," Tom groaned. "And don't call them minions, they hate it."

"They're not here," Harry smirked, then sobered up and sat in front of Tom, on the table, ignoring his glare. Tom hated when Harry sat on surfaces that weren't meant for sitting. "You can do this," Harry said. "The Wizarding World needs change and your ideas are good, we all need you to succeed," he put his hands on Tom's shoulders and pulled him to his chest in a hug. "Kids like us need you to succeed. And you aren't alone, love," he added. "If you want me to brainwash the newbies I can give it a try."

Tom couldn't help it, he snorted.

"What will you teach them?" He mocked. "To save bees and trees?"

"And kill your enemies in cold blood before cleaning off all evidence," Harry finished with a serious tone of voice. "And even linked the accidents slash murders to other people that are against us."

Harry's expression was so serious that Tom laughed. Hard. He pulled Harry onto his lap and kissed his face all over, chuckling all the time. He couldn't imagine his life without the shorter man in it.

"You're the best," he finally said, looking into green eyes. "I love you."

Harry grinned. Happy and sweet and murderous.

"I love you too."

#flufftober 2023 #tomarry #tom riddle x harry potter

[wowzah2nd]

The Lioness and her Serpent lover: A forbidden love story (Draco Malfoy x reader)

Midnight Meetings

part 1, part 2, part3, part3.5

Word count:2k

Within Hogwarts many secretes and mysteries were held some solved and discovered. The castle may hold many secretes but within those wall were student holding their very own secrets. Y/N potter being one of them holding a secret that would shock not only her brother and friends but the whole school it self. What is that secret you may ask well. She was dating non-other the Slytherin prince Draco Malfoy

Under the cloak of darkness, Y/N and Draco found solace in secret midnight meetings by the Black Lake. The stars bore witness to their whispered confessions and stolen kisses, hidden from the prying eyes of the wizarding world.

Later that evening Draco and I decided to meet up near the black lake. We hadn't seen each other since last year and I had missed him so much as I was making my way down from the girls' dorms. I noticed that people were awake so I decided to wait it out till they went to bed. I wasn’t too worried about them coming this way since it sounded like there were only two boys away. But as i was listening i realised it was harry and ron talking curious i decided to inch a bit closer to listen in on their conversation.

Harry: I hate that she seems to always be around him. She says she's just being nice but i don't know i feel like there's more there

Ron: I don't know mate maybe your reading way too much into i mean she's your sister there's no way he would go near her let alone like her

Harry: It give him more of a reason too since she is my sister i bet he’s only nice to her to get under my skin 

Thats ade me a bit angry how could he say that his only being nice to me to get under his skin how self centred is he

Ron: No way mate you give him too much credit to be thinking like that 

Harry: But what if he is what if he just starts out being nice to her, then he starts being friends with her to get closer then boom tries to date her he knows that would piss me off the most 

Ron: I mean he could but come on man Y/N is a nice person she's nice to everyone even every single slytherin house she a literal angel mate

That was a very nice thing of ron to say about it glad his my friend to 

Harry: Well *scoff* Either way i aint letting that happen if he ever gets near her when he doesn't need to be i'm gonna stop it right then and here he ain't getting any closer then he needs to be. 

Ron: Alright mate but I really think you shouldn’t  meddle in her life you see how she gets. One time I told her to slow down eating and she glared at me as if she was going to murder me if I didn't shut up. She didn't physically hit me but man i felt my soul leave my body imagine doing something even worse than that i think you'd end up dead in a ditch somewhere

Harry: Well i dont care shes the only remaining family i have to protect her no matter what

Ron: Your funeral man better hope she doesn’t find out. Let head to bed now i'm pretty tired 

Harry:y eah your right 

As they got up to head to bed i could feel my anger bubbling to the surface but i had to stop my self or else id get caught as soon as they reached the top i bolted out of the common room straight for the lake i nearly got caught by filch but finally made it to the lake

Y/N: i am so sorry for being late my brother and ron were in the common room and i couldn't get past them till they left

Your groaned thinking about the conversation they had how dare harry try to control you life even if you weren secretly dating Draco you can be nice or be friends with anyone 

Draco: its okay but i'm sensing that's not the only reason your seething with anger 

He chuckled i swear if i didn't love him so much i push him into the lake

Y/N: You're not wrong about that, get this harry is planning to keep you away from me by any means necessary and does want you around me unless needed like class. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT.

Draco : I can and i can't really blame him i do bully him and his friends 

Y/N: don't agree with him plus you've been toning it down, which again thank you for that it was really nice of you to do

Draco: anything for you my love plus I rather you happy with me then angry, you angry is scary

I looked at him shock  what the heck is he being for really right now 

Y/N: that's exactly what ron said when he warned harry, am I that scary

Draco looked worried and scared to answer my question, he didn't even need to answer anymore i could see the answer on his face 

Y/N; oh my god im scary i thought i wasn’t im nice, how can i be scary but nice

Draco laughed at my statement as if what i said was the funniest thing in the world 

Draco; love your the most kind and caring person in the world and when you like that you look so sweet and innocent but when someone crosses you which is rarely your looks could literally kills someone no joke i mean

I stared at him shock what the fuck i mouthed at him unable to get the words out at that he chuckled

Draco: its true pls i've seen it with my own eye when a slytherin from a year above us was bullying a hufflepuff you came rushing in blazing a path behind you and let me say i've never seen someone and scared as that guy trust me and everyone around wouldn't wanna be at the receiving end

I was in  shock, people were that scared of me. That is why the slytherin’s started being nice to me. I thought that was because of Draco but apparently not. 

Y/N I don't know if i should be offended or proud of myself 

I gave a nervous laugh 

Draco: proud cause of you that hufflepuff wasn’t bullied anymore you really help her out 

At the thought of helping someone else it really made me happy and not feel too guilty at scaring people

I leaned my head onto Draco shoulder the leaked really looked beautiful tonight no clouds so the moon was in full view as well as the stars i never wanted this to end 

The i heard bushes rustling 

Y/N: did you hear that 

Draco: yeah i did

He got up from where we were sitting pulling me to stand behind before yelling towards the bush

Draco: Who's there? Come out we know your there 

Draco pulls out his wand pointing it in the direction of the sound. I did the same waiting for whoever was out there to reveal themselves. The wind started to pick up blowing stronger  creating more sound causing me and Draco to tense but then the rustling started again getting closer and closer till..

Y/N: oh thank god its just a dog

It was a cute black dog can’t believe a dog got us all riled up i ended up giggling at the thought

Draco sighed in relief 

draco : glad it was just a dog and not an intruder 

Y/N: me too

I start to walk towards the dog wanting to pet it but Draco grab my hand to stop me

Draco: Hey we don't know this dog what if they have rabies and hurts you

Y/N: don't worry Draco it's a good dog look

The dog started to approach me and sniff my hand, once knowing i wasn't a danger it got up and jumped on me try to lick my face

Y/N: hey stop that 

I laughed at the situation but Draco was still wary of the dog

Draco: oi get off her you annoying dog you're ruining our date 

The dog stopped licking my face then turned to Draco giving him a growl the dog did not like that

Y/N: hey don't growl at him his just trying to protect me and you

I look towards Draco and he looked surprised that i was reprimanding him 

Y/N: don't be mean to the dog his just being friendly aren't you cutie 

The dog stopped growling at Draco and turned back to me looking happy again even wagging his tale 

Draco let out a sigh

Draco: well he seems like he likes you and seems like i'm not gonna win this so ill let it go 

You look at Draco thankfully you always loved animals especially dogs since you were a kid see people taking their dogs on walk and always wishes you had your own fluffy friend

Not that you forgot about you owl O/N she was a sweet bird and will always have number 1 spot in your heart right next to Draco 

You ended up laugh out loud again catching Draco attention 

Draco: Hey what are you laughing about aye 

He asked with a huge smile on his face 

Y/N: oh nothing don’t you worry your pretty little head

He gasped in offence jokingly 

Draco: i can not believe i own girlfriend would hide a secret from me how could you i am deeply wounded

He then turned away from folding his arms like a child throwing a tantrum

I stopped patting the cute black dog and stood up making my way towards Draco still facing away from me 

Y/N: im sorry darling did i hurt you feelings

With a huff he replied

Draco: yes very hurt why would you keep anything from me you loving and amazing boyfriend

I rolled my eyes at his dramatic and fact outburst 

Y/N: how can i make it up to you then 

This tip i tried to make him look at me by trying to make eye contact but he would keep moving 

Draco: you can't do anything i so oh so deeply hurt

He was enjoying this way to much i swear ill get him back for this 

Y/N: would you forgive me if i gave you a kiss

That got him to relax his shoulders seeing that i was winning i decided to go for the kill shot

Y/N: How about a kiss on the lips maybe would that make you forgive 

At that statement he turn around so fact and grabbed me by the waste and gave me a loving but passionate kiss

I put my hands on his cheek to try and deepen the kiss but was rudely interrupted by a loud bark

Y/N: what is wrong with you why are you so mad that his kissing me hmmm

The dog just sat their innocently as if to say i didn't do anything after we stopped kissing i had realised we were out later then we intended 

Y/N: i think we should back into the castle its getting late i dont want you getting in trouble 

Draco: don't worry about me plus i rather you not get in trouble you know how your brother is 

Y/N: your absolutely right about that his such a git  

Draco: i knew that from day one sooo

I laughed thinking of all the time the two fought. They were both so childish at times.

Draco: so can i walk my beautiful Lioness back to her house or will you deny such an honour

He looked at me pleadingly even though he knew i say yes 

Y/N: Of course you can my handsome serpent prince 

I patted the dog once last time before walking backing to Draco ready to leave the lake and back to the castle 

Draco: lead the way princess

I held onto Draco's hand pulling him along with me 

Y/N: not without my prince of course 

At the we laughed today may not have started the best but it ended in the nest way possible 

Being with the one i loved 

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[purplekiwis]

I Did Something Bad

Hey! I was bored, so I decided to write a short, completely random halloween blurb about a a newly born demon who lacks control over his killer instincts.

warnings: do NOT read this if you're skirmish about death stuff!!!! mentions of blood, demons, dead bodies, literal murder and creatures feeding off creatures. ⚠️⚠️

words: 1.2k

“Harry!!” You screamed as soon as you laid eyes on the reason why you had been asked to descend to the earth's surface that night. You'd come down to fix what your apprentice had described as a small screwup, only to discover it was actually a monumental fuck up. “That’s Lucifer’s son-” Your voice was laced with sheer panic. “You killed Lucifer’s son! You- you butchered him!!”

Harry stood next to the deceased, his head bowed and his arms dangling behind him like the ones of a child who realizes they've done something bad. “‘M sorry. I-I didn't mean to. I just… was really hungry and...” Your enraged gaze lifted to him. He wasn't supposed to be hungry this late at night - he'd been sent down to feed himself. “I know I was supposed to be hunting humans, but they’ve all been so nice to me, and blood is so yucky. I'm not interested in eating them.”

You glared at him. “So you chose to eat one of our own instead?”

“No, of course not. I had no intention of eating him.” He denied right away, offended by the suggestion. “Why can’t I eat non- bloody food like humans do? Did you know they have a building called Wendy's where you can get a Frosty? Those are my favorite food. I wish I could eat them every day.”

“A Frosty,” You snorted derisively. “Your demon hunger will never be satisfied by human food. It's not nutritious, and it’ll give you fang decay if you have it too often.”

“Well then I'd rather not eat- which is precisely why I was hiding out here in the woods, where people don't come at night. But then he showed up out of blue and… I think I bit him. I don't remember it very well.” He looked down at the lifeless body for a moment, then back at you. “Have you ever bitten someone you weren't supposed to?”

“You didn't bite him Harry; you ripped half of his neck off.” You stated matter-of-factly. Thankfully, demons did not bleed as heavily as humans did, but it still didn’t look pretty. Harry's face, hands and shirt were covered in blood, but the head dangling off his victim by a sliver of tissue was undeniably the worst. “We’ll have to be careful while we move him. The last thing we need is for his head to fall unnoticed somewhere. I don't think your darling humans would like that very much.”

“You’re being really mean right now.” Harry grumbled, crossing his arms in a furious manner. “You were supposed to be helping me feel better, but all you've said so far has made me feel worse.”

You let out a harsh, sarcastic laugh. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Please tell me, what should I say to cheer you up, exactly?”

“Anything that relieves my guilt.” He huffed.

“Okay, then.” Crossing your arms as well, you sighed. "Taking everything into account, at least you got rid of the stupid offspring rather than the valuable one. Killing his sister—who has always been daddy's favorite—and getting away with it would have been much more troublesome. Oh, and I've always thought that he lacked survival skills. Does that improve your mood?”

Harry appeared surprised, as if he had not expected this outcome. “A little bit, actually.” He noted, inhaling deeply before turning his attention to the matter at hand. “Okay um… now what?”

“Grab his arms, I’ll take the legs.” You decided quickly, putting yourself into position. “We have to drag him deeper into the woods. The wolves will take care of the rest.”

Harry positioned himself on the opposite side of you and gave a single nod. Together, you attempted to lift the body. “Bloody hell!” He groaned, as you both shifted from side to side in an attempt to balance out the added weight. “Why are bodies so much heavier when they’re dead?”

“Good thing we won’t have this problem once Lucifer finds out what you did. He’s going to chop you into pieces. You’ll be much easier to carry that way.” You chuckled but soon realized Harry wasn't on the same page as you. His face was pale and solemn. “Hey, I was just kidding. No one’s going to find out, okay? We'll make sure of it.”

“Yeah, okay.” He nodded but didn't seem entirely convinced. “Let’s just go.”

The entire forest was shrouded in fog. The more you looked up at the evergreens, the more they blended together like a dry pastel painting in deep blues.

The ambient noises created by nature at night were spine-chilling, but they were drowned out by your heaves, grumbles, and the thunderous sound of your feet as you moved through the isolated forest lands.

“Okay. Here is good, I think.” You took a deep breath as you carelessly placed the body on the ground. You'd spent thirty minutes walking deep into the woods. There were no running trails that led this far, and the area wasn’t regularly patrolled by rangers either.

As far as you knew, the only creatures that walked through these dense, hazy grounds so late at night had fur, sharp teeth, and a fondness for biting. You hoped they were feeling ravenous...

“Now we wait.” You murmured as you sat on a fallen tree stem a few meters away. “It shouldn't take long. They've been watching us for a while. I could feel them moving alongside us as we walked.”

“Okay um… big question; won't they try to kill us if we stay here, like, right next to the fucking food source?”

“No.” You replied flatly. What a ridiculous question. “They're scared of us, but don’t worry… they’ll come. The free food is too tempting for them to refuse.”

Just like you had predicted, it didn't take long for a wolf pack to start crawling from behind the foliage. They prowled the area like scavengers, until they finally approached their easy meal.

“I think I'm going to be sick,” Harry's murmur drawed your attention away from the wolves and toward him. He appeared even paler than before - he was practically yellow.

“Don’t you dare.” You warned him, angry eyes flashing directly at his. “You are not going to puke twenty feet away from where we dumped the body. Hold it.”

He swallowed heavily, leaning against a tree to try to keep his composure. You had been in his shoes before, so you knew what it felt like. “How do you do it? Why are you staring at it? It's revolting!”

“Because I’m evil, Harry.” Your lips smirked slightly. You had been expecting for him to go into shock eventually, and it was likely that was what was happening. “And so are you... you're just not ready to accept it yet. One day you will though. One day you’ll realize how pointless it is to try to run from who you are - from who we are.” You held out your hand and grabbed his red-tainted one. “You have a monster's heart....  and what you did tonight only goes to prove it.”

He shook his head as his eyes began to well with tears. “No. Tonight was an accident. I wasn't trying to kill anyone.”

You looked at him with wide eyes, almost amazed by his conviction. “Good people don't experience accidents like these, I'm afraid.” You squeezed his hand and cracked another smile. “Come on, let's get out of here. As soon as the sun rises and Halloween is over, walking around with all that blood on you will start to look suspicious.”

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[annionebutme]

White, unending white, surrounded him in all directions. He almost couldn't breathe. Finally, after so many decades, his first soulmate dream. Lord Voldemort quickly checked his appearance and found it to be perfect, naturally. This was a dream, after all. All he had to do was turn and face his soulmate. Every idle fantasy and nightmare he'd had of how his soulmate would react to him would now be tested. He mentally prepared himself for the worst. Above all, he would have to keep his composure and give a negative soulmate the understanding they'd need to come to his side willingly. He turned and saw

No.

Himself. Only himself. At 16, at 19, at 21, each itteration up to the soul shard he'd put in Nagini a few short years ago. There was no other. Of course the only one would love him was himself.

He had to stay strong. They needed him to be strong, as the oldest, and embrace his own self love. But what had changed? The shard from the journal was glaring at something behind the 21 year old self. An 8th him, but distorted. It *was* himself but it was also...

"Harry James Potter, get out of my soulmate dream." Voldemort demanded as calmly as he could.

"I-what?"

"I don't know how you got in here or what that ridiculous disguise is supposed to accomplish but I insist you leave me in peace. Let me have one thing that your existance does not ruin."

"I'm not here because I want to be!" Harry snapped " He's here because he's our soulmate." Harry stopped. Confused. His body kept talking. "We made a horcrux that all hallows eve. It attatched itself to the baby we failed to kill. Because we are soulmates my shard was healed by melding with Harry's soul."

The journal shard was more horrified than Harry himself was at this news. "No! He tried to kill us! He can't be our soulmate!"

"Tried being the operative word. Despite our best efforts we couldn't kill him and he couldn't kill us. The laws of the soul prevent it. The exact same we" Harry's mouth said, turning his attention to the Lord Voldemorts "have relied on to ensure we do not kill our soulmate in countless raids and battles, and used dark magic to extend that protection to actions under our orders."

"No." Harry, the journal shard, and both Lord Voldemort's said in unison. "This is not happening. I'm waking up." Harry actually began to pinch himself, as if that would work.

The locket shard had other plans. He sauntered over to Harry, taking no notice of his alarm. "So much for maturity. I apologise for my elder selfs's reaction. It seems you have quite the history together, I hope you will allow me to rectify it, in good time." He kissed Harry's hand for good measure before stepping back. Lord Voldemort felt none of the expected jealousy.

The ring shard was not so eloquent. "Sorry about all the murder attempts." He smirked. "Seems they haven't ruined your good looks, at least. You're quite cute."

It was his bonded self that spoke though Harry. "You're not helping. Back off." The argument which sparked lasted for the rest of the dream. Voldemort awakened alone on black silk sheets, encompassed in a feeling he hadn't experienced since he let that hellish retail job.

"Fuck my life."

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[justastrugglinghotchocolate]

On Felines and Friendships

Ao3 link here.

This is a Basil/Henry fic based off that cat drawing I did along with my love language post! Shoutout to my sibling for giving me the cat's name!

Also, it's lowkey a prequel to The Losing Game.

Lord Henry had originally assigned the adjective 'demure' to his flat-mate Basil Hallward. When they had met during their first year in Oxford, the man had been so very quiet, Henry had first thought he was mute. It wasn't until he laid eyes on one of Basil's paintings that he realized the other man was very loud indeed. Unlike those who raved and preached like Henry, Basil expressed himself in his artwork—every stroke of the brush laid bare a new idea. That was the day he had decided to meet him.

From there, they were fast friends, though Henry often frustrated the artist to no end with his 'philosophy'. Despite that, he had been very happy to accept Henry's offer of living together for the next school year.

Living with the man had taught Henry that Basil was anything, but demure. He may not have been outspoken, but he could match Henry in banter for hours—much longer than anyone else Henry spoke to—and when he truly wanted to do something, hell would have to freeze over to convince him otherwise.

The lord found this dichotomy fascinating and often pushed to see just how vast it was.

He discovered the answer when, during their final year in Oxford, Basil entered the flat with his arms wrapped around his coat and pressed against his chest. His coat was clearly covering something, but he tried to pass without alerting Henry, who was reading on the divan.

“What is that, Basil?” the lord called without looking up.

“What?” the artist tightened his hold.

“In your arms, what is that?”

“Oh, some supplies,” the artist smiled sweetly—as he always did whenever he needed to convince Henry not to do something.

The lord hummed, then stuck his foot out tripping the artist. Basil stumbled forwards and his coat fell to the floor revealing a furry black cat with one eye in his arms. It seemed to glare at Henry, who flinched back once he realized it was actually alive.

“Our building doesn't allow animals,” the lord said. The cat bared its fangs, seeming to understand.

“What animal are you referring to?” Basil asked, still smiling. The one-eyed cat snuggled into him, keeping its eyes trained on the lord. “This one here is hardly an animal. She's much more like a royal.”

“Basil.”

“Oh, but she is! I found her at a park last month and I've returned to sketch her ever since. I can show you and you'll see!” he pet the creature which began purring. Basil laughed, “Why, she always looks like she's brooding! I think I'll call her Hamlet.”

“It is a her.”

“Yes, but I think she'd like Hamlet. She's regal, in all black—”

“She seems like she'd murder someone,” Henry interrupted. The cat hissed. He hissed in return, “She's old and ugly.”

The artist gasped, “Harry! Don't be mean to her.”

“She doesn't even understand. She looks quite stupid.”

“Henry Wotton, I hope she scratches up that shirt you like so much,” Basil turned towards his bedroom. “I'll keep her in my room, you'll never even notice her, I promise.”

The cat stared at Henry until the door to Basil's room closed. The lord shook his head.

The moment that one-eyed cat stepped anywhere else besides the artist's room, she would be out.

Three months had passed and Hamlet was still in the flat. Not that Henry hadn't tried to kick the damned thing out, but she seemed to understand his intentions and took full advantage of Basil. Every time the lord so much as stepped in her direction, the black cat dashed to the artist, mewing in a way that the painter found adorable.

When Basil was out, she was out. Despite Henry's many attempts to keep it that way, she always returned, either with Basil or mysteriously appearing in the corner of his eye.

He hated the animal. And Hamlet felt the same way.

It was growing into a war between the pair, while Basil remained ever so oblivious. Henry had told him many times that the cat knew what she was doing; Basil responded by patting him on the head and saying he should take a break from writing his thesis. The cat would then rub her fur against the lord's leg, mocking him for trying to turn Basil against her.

Hamlet was a demon that Henry wanted nothing to do with, especially not when he had to work on his thesis. However, the one-eyed cat would come and sit right outside of the door of his room, making a very clear threat. He'd close the door on her and she'd sit outside of his window, watching him intently.

Henry hated that cat.

Basil however adored her. He let her sit on his lap as he read and pet her whenever she wanted.

“That thing is playing you for a fool, my dear Basil,” Henry told him.

“Hamlet is a cat, Harry, she doesn't know how to do that,” the painter cooed at the creature. “Aren't you the most perfect creature in the world? Indeed, you are.”

The cat mewled and settled in the artist's lap.

Henry shook his head, returning to his work.

“Have you nearly completed your thesis?” Basil asked.

“I will soon,” the lord sighed. “But I am missing a very important source.”

“Oh?”

“An old account from a philosopher. It was supposed to be in the library, but apparently it's gone missing. Most likely a fool didn't return it.”

“Perhaps another library has it?”

“Perhaps, I may not find it in time,” the lord sighed but smiled. “It will be a shame, I'm quite sure I could have elevated the original work.”

He moved to sit next to Basil, but Hamlet threw herself onto the open seat.

“Hamlet,” Basil laughed. “Come back here, you were so comfortable before!”

The cat did not move, instead staring intently at Henry.

“Hamlet, let Harry sit down,” Basil gently picked up the cat and petted her. She continued to watch the lord.

Henry sat down.

Hamlet threw herself onto him, hissing. Henry jolted, but the one-eyed cat had decided that she would stay. Basil tried coaxing her back, but she did not move, instead glaring at Henry.

“Perhaps, she's warming up to you?” the painter suggested.

“I doubt that greatly.”

She had left scratches on his pants.

The real trouble began when Basil had to leave for a three day trip to the countryside as part of an art study. Hamlet got more and more attached, seeming to understand that her favorite person was leaving. She followed him almost everywhere and waited until he returned whenever he left. She never let Henry so much as approach the artist.

Basil made a list of everything about the cat, from her moods to what she liked to eat and what Henry should do in certain situations.

“What I should do?” Henry shook his head. “If she's royalty, she'll take care of herself.”

“Harry, do this for me,” Basil pleaded, “Hamlet likes—well, she tolerates you.”

“I don't tolerate her,” the lord glared at the feline as she strolled inside. “One of these days, I will throw you out, you wretched thing.”

Hamlet growled at him.

“She'd like you if you didn't antagonize her,” Basil said, picking up the cat. Henry swore he treated the thing more like a child than a feline. Hamlet glared at him as if daring him to argue with her owner.

On the day of Basil's departure, the artist was a panicked mess, dashing around the flat and calling for Hamlet. She had gone missing in the night. He stopped and looked at Henry.

“No, Basil,” the lord said without looking at him, “I did not throw her out, I promise.”

“You never keep your promises,” the artist said. He sighed and placed his head in his hands, “Oh, where could she have gone?”

“Perhaps she returned to the park,” Henry said, searching for something in the bookshelf. “Regardless, you must not mourn her—she was an animal, she certainly didn't feel anything for you.”

“You are terrible at comfort,” the artist spat.

The lord shrugged in response, “You should hurry, you don't want to miss your train.”

“Harry,” the artist said. “Your word is worthless, but it'll comfort me to hear you say it—if Hamlet returns, take care of her, please?”

Henry laughed, “'Take care of her?' She'd murder me in my sleep if I looked at her for too long! Basil, you hardly took care of her yourself—all you did was spoil her. Your cat is better off dead. In fact, her corpse is probably in the street as we speak.”

He heard Basil sigh and turned to look at him. Henry's smile faltered when he saw the artist's hurt expression. He hadn't seen him this upset before.

“Basil—”

“No, no,” the painter wiped at his face and grabbed his bag. “You're probably right. I'll see you in three days. Make sure you don't die while writing your thesis.”

“Wait, Basil,” the lord tried. “Basil, I'm—”

The door slammed and he heard hurried footsteps going down the stairs.

The lord sighed, “Sorry.”

The next day, there was still no sign of the feline's return. Henry sat by the window, smoking and looking at the gray sky. While he smoked, he made a thousand different arguments as to why he should not feel guilty for what he had said to Basil. Every single one was quickly counter argued until he didn't have any left.

A distant mew caught his attention. On the sill, off to the side, was Hamlet. The lord startled. Regaining his composure, he put out the cigarette and reached for the animal.

“You wretched little thing,” he hissed. “Get in here—Basil was worried sick for you.”

The cat did not move.

“Hamlet. Inside,” the lord extended his arm out. “If you don't get in now, I won't let you in later.”

The cat hissed and jumped down, landing some ways away. Then she looked at Henry, seeming to challenge him.

“I'm not going to chase you,” the lord said. “I don't care enough about you to do so.”

The cat tilted her head as if asking, 'What about Basil?'

Henry glared at the feline. Hamlet sat waiting. He groaned and grabbed his coat and a cloth bag. Begrudgingly he went outside to where the cat was. As he laid eyes on her, he threw his arms out.

“Well, here I am,” he scowled. “Get over here.”

Hamlet dashed down a nearby alleyway. The lord turned to return to the flat, but the memory of Basil's saddened expression stopped him. He groaned, then tore after the cat.

“Hamlet!” he called. “Hamlet!”

The black cat ran through the streets, leading the lord further and further into the city. The entire time he ran after her, Henry cursed Basil for being too attached to the rambunctious feline.

The things I do for him, Henry thought as Hamlet ran into a woodsy park. In a clearing she stopped, seeming to wait for Henry.

The lord panted, “Alright, you little shit. Here's what's going to happen," He opened the bag, “You go in here, I bring you back to the flat, and then in two days time, you make Basil happy again.”

Hamlet watched as he got closer, then dashed off right as he was about to touch her. This resulted in the lord falling onto the muddy ground.

“You absolute demon,” Henry hissed.

Hamlet then pounced on his face, screeching and scratching. The lord managed to grab her furry body and lift her claws away from his face.

Swearing, he hissed, “You horrid little monster! If you really have intelligence like Basil claims, then listen. I do not like you and you do not like me, but both of us like Basil! I doubt you want him upset because then you won't be treated like a princess, and I certainly don't want my best friend upset, so you have to come back with me!

“Can you understand that much?!”

Henry then realized that he was talking to a cat, “Oh my God, I am losing my mind. Basil's cat from hell has made me insane.”

He released the animal and sat up, feeling blood seeping from the scratches on his face. He sighed and looked up at the gray sky. Why did he feel such a need to right this particular wrong? He had done worse wrongs to other people without so much as guilt. Why was Basil any different?

Beside him, Hamlet rubbed against his muddy arm. The creature's once resplendent black fur was covered in mud. She hopped onto Henry's lap, dirtying his trousers. The lord absently pet her with his mostly clean hand.

“I suppose this is a truce, then?”

Hamlet did not answer. The lord stood up, holding her in his arms. Delicately, he covered the one-eyed cat with the bag. Once the task was finished he turned towards the exit of the park.

Rain began to pour and the cat hissed when she began to get wet. Henry removed his coat and wrapped the damned thing so he could properly move forwards.

As he was drenched in the rain, he muttered, “Even God hates this cat, Basil.”

He entered their building twenty minutes later, completely soaked and covered in mud and blood stains. People gawked as he entered, but he paid them no mind, carrying the bundle of hatred up to his and Basil's flat.

Once the door closed, he threw his coat off to the side and let the one-eyed cat out. He glared as she sat and stared at him. Hamlet pawed the mud on its leg.

“What, you don't like being dirty?” the lord sneered. “Well, then you should have listened to me and come inside earlier.”

He walked to the lavatory and the cat followed. He hissed, “I am not going to wash you.”

She tilted her head.

After they were both washed, Henry sat on the divan with a blanket and a book. He had bandaged his wounds and was in clean clothes, but his wet hair dripped on his shirt. Hamlet watched him with her one eye. He ignored her, but then the cat hopped beside him.

“No,” the lord tried to push the black feline away, “I already gave you attention—too much, in fact. Go do something else.”

The cat dug her claw into his hand. He yelped and she jumped onto his lap burrowing into the blanket. Henry scowled, but placed his hand onto Hamlet's head, petting her as he read.

On the day of Basil's return, Henry was ill. Not badly, but enough to where it was bothersome. He couldn't focus on his thesis—which still wasn't complete without its missing reference—and he had no interest in doing anything else, including cooking. Hamlet seemed to realize this and brought him a dead rat.

“Are you mocking me, you spiteful beast?” the lord threw the corpse away.

When he returned to sit on the divan, Hamlet jumped into his lap. He obliged her silent demand and petted her head.

The door opened and Henry watched as Basil entered. The artist's face was slightly flushed and was framed by his messily tied back hair and his eyes lit as they landed on Henry. Though he'd never admit it, Henry had never seen anything so breathtaking as Basil's excited look. The painter's lips began to form the beginning of his name and he realized that in that moment, that his name in Basil's voice was all he wanted to hear.

“Hamlet!” Basil cried. He rushed up and plucked the cat from Henry's lap, spinning with it in his arms. “Oh, I thought you were gone forever!”

Henry blinked, still catching up with what happened.

“Oh, Harry—!” Basil paused, “What happened to you? You look like death!”

The lord cleared his throat, putting up his usual composure, “Your cat, Basil.”

“Be serious, Harry, what happened?”

The lord pointed to the cat, “I brought her back here and she fought me. Brutally.”

“Really?” the painter laughed. “Oh, but aren't you an angel, Hamlet? You'd never be so cruel to him without good reason.”

“She is a demon, Basil. I am proof of that.”

Basil smiled, placing the cat on the floor, “I suppose you're right.”

He sat down beside Henry, “I suppose you can be my angel, then. You brought her back, after all. Thank you for doing so, though I am sorry it came at quite a painful price.”

Henry did not consider himself an angel—no man could be one—but if Basil dubbed him so with his beautifully kind smile—then, what the hell—Henry didn't mind playing the part.

“Oh, I got this for you,” Basil reached into his back and pulled out the book Henry had been searching for. “Funnily enough, the library I went to had two copies. I told them about the missing one here, and they let me have it so I could donate it here.”

The painter smiled, “I figured you'd like to have it first.”

Henry took the book, quietly marveling at the artist in front of him. He stared long enough that Basil became self conscious, tucking a stray strand. Then the artist's eyes fell upon something behind the lord.

He gasped, “Hamlet, what did you do?!”

Henry turned to see the cat with his thesis between her fangs. He looked at the thing in horror and frustration.

“Oh, Harry,” Basil cried. “I'm so sorry! But on the bright side, you did say that you thought your work would be much better with that book in your hands. So perhaps this is an opportunity?”

Henry blinked, then tightened his jaw, glaring at the cat, “Basil, I am so glad you named her Hamlet.”

“What?” the painter looked at him as if he'd gone mad. “Why?”

“Because, like Laertes, I’m going to murder that damn thing!”

In the end, Henry did not murder Hamlet, who lived for another four years in pure happiness, often harassing the lord and still being greatly favored by Basil. Henry hated the one-eyed cat until she died, when he helped Basil bury it in his garden.

The artist was greatly saddened by her death, but having Henry around certainly made the grief easier. Standing in front of the small grave and watching Basil gently place down some wildflowers, Henry silently thanked the cat for making his best friend happy.

She'd probably have scratched him in return.

#the picture of dorian gray #basil hallward #lord henry wotton #fanfic #fluff

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Match made in Hell : Chapter Thirteen

A/N : And this is it the last and final chapter. Kinda sad but mostly happy to finally finish this series. Hope you like this chapter. Let me know what you think.

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Summary : you always wanted a simple life but to be born as the daughter of a dangerous mobster turned out to be a curse for you. Everything changes when your father gets your lover killed and forcefully marries you off to another mobster as a part of a deal. You hate your father and your husband the only thing you seek is now revenge. Will you ever be able to fall in love again or this burning hatred inside you will consume you?

Warnings : mature content, kidnapping, blood, violence, murder, death, language

SERIES MASTERLIST

“What? How?” you looked at him with a worrisome face.

“We don’t know yet but we are gonna catch him don’t worry” his hands come up to your shoulders in assurance.

“Then we must go now he might be planning something dangerous to take revenge on us” saying so you were about to rush back to your room to get dressed but Tom caught hold of your hand.

“Y/N stop, you can’t go” 

“Why? You only said we need to catch him” you look at him questioningly.

“By we I meant me and the boys. You are not going anywhere, not in this condition” he speaks softly placing a hand gently over your stomach “you remember what Dr. Martin said, right? No stress and as much rest as possible”

“But-but you don’t understand Tom I can help and I was pregnant the last time we caught him” you argue as Tom reaches his hand out to cup your face with an understanding smile.

“I know love but we weren’t aware of it at that time and I'm thankful that he didn’t do anything bad but not anymore" he caressed your cheek with his thumb "I’m not letting either of you come in harm's way” you were about to say something but he cut you off “please Y/N for this time just let me handle this. I know you’re strong and the most fearless woman I have ever met in my life but for this time for their sake at least stay back” 

You finally gave up hanging your head low with a sigh. He was right with your current situation; it wasn't a wise idea. The risk would be too much and you can’t afford it, not when it’s about the safety of the little ones growing inside you.

“Okay but promise me you’ll be careful and in no circumstance you will risk your life” you place your hand over his on your stomach “we will be waiting for you”

“I promise I’ll be safe” he presses a soft kiss on your forehead “you just take care of yourself. I have told the guards everything and Leslie will also be there” he gives a one last peck on your lips before parting “I’ll be back in no time I promise” he reassures smiling as you nod mirroring his smile.

****

Tom along with with his brothers and Harrison were at their office in Westminster discussing their next move to get hold of Ethan before he makes a move against them.

“Any news?” Tom asks Harrison. 

“Nothing,” he answers with disappointment.

“We searched downtown but found no trace of him,” Harry informs, exchanging glances with Sam.

“How is this even possible? A man escaped but is nowhere to be found?!” Tom groans in  frustration when they are interrupted by William whom Vanessa brought along with her in case he might be able to help track down Ethan with his years of experience with your father's mob.

“Only if the man has never left the place” he elucidates.

“What?” Tom’s brows knit in a frown.

“Has anyone seen him getting out of the house?” William throws the question to his men as they stood there silently with their gazes lowered down at the floor. 

“Answer the question you morons!” Tom barks at them.

“No sir” one of them squeaks out in response as the frown on Tom’s face grows deeper.

“Well then you have your answer Ethan is still in your house hiding maybe seeking for the right opportunity” William remarks.

“Right opportunity for what?” Vanessa questions.

“Y/N..” Tom’s voice comes out shaky as panic washes over his face at the realization “Y/N is all alone in the house. We need to go now!” 

****

You were in your room trying to keep yourself occupied by reading some books on parenting and childbirth to calm your nerves which honestly wasn’t helping much cause you knew how dangerous it is with Ethan escaping and the vipers seeking revenge. Since no one would be informing you about anything you thought it’s best, you take a nap as stressing about it will be useless and in turn be bad for the two little beans inside you. 

You were about to lie down when you heard shuffling noises outside of your room. Your hand instantly reached out to your bedside table, opening the drawer you took out your gun and got off the bed. You carefully tip-toed out of your room, eyes scanning the corridors when you felt someone’s presence behind you. You cocked your gun ready to turn and shoot. 

“I wouldn’t dare to do that” you heard, feeling the muzzle of a gun pressed to the back of your head. 

“Ethan?” you frowned deeply.

“Miss me baby?” his voice dark and full of malice. You went to shove him in the stomach with your elbow but he was quick to catch hold of your hand and twist it back as the gun fell from your grasp on the floor.

“You’re getting clumsy sweetheart” he chuckles tauntingly.

“What do you want?!” you hissed struggling to set free.

“You’ll get to know soon but for now start walking”

“What makes you think I’ll listen to whatever you say?” you grit under your teeth. 

“Well honey news is in the air that you're pretty knocked up right now" he snickers and your throat went dry, he knows "so if you don't do what I say I wouldn’t hesitate for a moment to pull the trigger” 

Usually you were tough and it takes a lot to shake you but now it is different. You couldn’t think of fighting back as fear grasped on to your mind and body. You weren’t alone, you had two lives growing inside you and in no way you were going to put their lives in danger so you remained quiet and decided to do exactly what you were told. You slowly walked down the stairs with Ethan behind you holding you by your arm with one hand the other had his gun pointed at the back of your head when Leslie walked out of the kitchen.

“Ma’am!” she gasped in horror and immediately pressed the alarm on the nearby wall to alert the guards outside as she rushed towards you in an attempt to save you.

“Get back or she dies” Ethan threatens, pressing the gun further to your head.

“It’s ok Les just stay where you are” you say calmly. Two of Tom’s men posted at the gate barged in pointing their guns.

“Put down your gun now or you’ll regret it” they threaten, cocking their guns which made Ethan chuckle darkly.

“You really thought I would be so stupid to do this all alone” he snickers when three men dressed in all black rounded them from behind. They pulled out their guns and within seconds several gunshots were fired piercing through their bodies as both of the guards dropped dead.

“Leslie run!” you shout at her. 

“But…” she hesitates.

“Just go or they will kill you!” you tell her as she unwillingly ran to the back of the mansion to get out of the place.

“Yes, run to your boss and tell him that I got his most prized possession and soon I’ll have this whole city within my palms too” he grins wickedly. He then drags you out of the front door to the driveway where two SUV’s were parked.

“C'mon get inside the car” he nudged you as you reluctantly got in the passenger seat while he sat on the driver's seat and starts the car.

“Ethan you don’t wanna do this” you tried to talk some sense into him.

“Oh hell I wanna do it. Today I take back what is rightfully mine. Now shut the fuck up!” he yelled at you while driving and you flinched feeling utterly helpless.

“Tom is on his way he is gonna kill you and if my dad comes to know” you glared at him.

“I don’t care what that bastard wants, he has been using me to take hold of the drug cartel but I was the one who was using him to set up my own gang to take my sweet revenge. Your daddy thinks he owns the vipers, no honey, it's me who gives them the orders” he laughs when his eyes go to the phone in your hands “give me your phone” he orders.

“Why?” you tried to hide it away from him

“Just give it to me dammit!” he snatched it out of your hand and threw it out of the window on the side of the road “now no one will know where you are” he chuckles darkly speeding away through the traffic.

****

“Y/N! Y/N! Where are you?!” Tom stormed inside the house to be met with the two dead bodies of his men in a pool of blood.

“Oh God!” V gasped in horror and the boys were left dumbfounded at the scene in front of them..

“Y/N! Where are you?!” Tom called out again desperately.

“Sir!” a very terrified Leslie came running from the back of the house.

“Leslie, where is Y/N? Answer me!” he demanded.

“They took her sir” she broke down into tears as Tom felt the ground slipping from under his feet. 

“Uggh this is all my fault!” he knocks off the glass sculpture kept on the nearby table out of rage.

“Tom, calm down, get yourself together!” Harrison stops him from breaking any other things further.

“How can I stay calm Harrison?! That bastard took her and I wasn’t even there to save her. Now I don’t know where she is or even if she is alive or not” he laments.

“You need to think clearly, Tom. He won’t do anything to her I’m sure not until he gets what he wants” William remarks and just then Tom’s phone rang with an unknown caller id

“Take it I’m sure it’s him” William advised he pressed the call button as Ethan’s face became visible on the scream. 

“Hey Tom, what’s up man?” he says with a smug grin.

“You scum, where is Y/N?! If you lay a finger on her you’re gonna die a very brutal death!” Tom barked.

“Oh don’t worry, she's alright. For now. Say hi to your husband honey” he mocks flipping the camera towards you. Tom’s heart clenched seeing you tied up to a chair. You looked completely exhausted as you somehow lifted your face up to face the camera.

“Y/N…” he croaks a lump growing inside his throat as he fights back his tears after seeing you being treated like this when you should in the comfort of your home. 

“Tom-Tom, don’t agree to what he says it’s a tra-” you tried to warn him but were quickly cut off.

“Okay that’s enough sweetheart”

“Give me my Y/N back!” Tom growled in rage.

“Woah not so fast not until you give me what I want” he remarks with a smug grin.

“What the hell do you want?!”

“Nothing much, just hand over your mob and accept my allegiance only then you'll get your wife back. I’m giving you 12 hours to think Tom after that I’ll empty this gun into her head” he threatens and the call disconnects.

“Hey wait!” Tom yells at the dark screen.

“Let’s go! We don’t have much time” Tom was about to rush out when Harry stopped him

“Wait Tom, are you seriously going to hand over everything?”

“I'm ready to give up everything for Y/N. I don't give a fuck about the mob because that’s the reason behind Y/N, my wife, the mother of children is being held captive in the first place!” he snaps.

“Don’t do anything in a rush you don’t want to strengthen your enemy’s power do you?” William remarks..

“Yes Tom, I agree with William too. You do remember what the Coopers did back then before your dad had to kill them himself?” Harrison reminded him.

“Yes I do but what option do we have?” Tom sighed unable to find a way out

“You have an option” V speaks up

“What?” 

“Ask papa for help” she suggests

“Are you out of your mind?! You’re telling me to ask another enemy of ours for help for whom Y/N was almost going to die!” Tom says disapproving her idea.

“Just listen to me for once all this rivalry between you and our dad is just because of the business. If he comes to know that Y/N is in danger he would certainly help cause he loves his family more than anything” she explains.

“Vanessa is right Tom only Victor can help you. The vipers were his gang after all he will know everything and you also need more men to overpower Ethan” William agrees.

“What do you guys say?” Tom looks at his brothers and Harrison.

“You should call him” they all suggest unanimously. After a little pondering Tom took a deep breath and dialed his number.

“You really have the balls to call us after what you did Holland” Julian quipped.

“Julian you gotta listen to me mate this is important. Ethan escaped” 

“Well it's not our problem that he escaped”

“He has your sister Julian” Tom informs.

“And why would I help you to save her who is the reason we are about to lose the whole drug cartel”

“It wasn’t your sister Julian it was Ethan all along he had been double crossing you and using the vipers to grab hold of the drug cartel behind you back”

“So what? We just don’t care now end the call”

“Jules, wait your sister is pregnant” Tom reveals as Julian perks up at the news.

“What? What the hell are you talking about?” Julian asks with concern in his voice.

“She is expecting. I know you have had issues but I also know you care for her and so does Mr. Martinez. I know he is listening to this too. It's your daughter sir and if you really want her to stop hating you then help us take down Ethan” Tom’s voice breaks as he pleads with them.

“Dad?” Julian turned to Victor. 

“I'm gonna kill that bastard myself!” Victor mutters standing up from his chair enraged “everyone to get ready and tell them to meet at the Docklands”

****

After searching for almost three hours your father was able to locate you. You were being held in an old factory near Kennington. They drove to that place as fast as they could and stopped a mile ahead to not alert his goons. Carefully they walked over to the place and took down the guards posted outside surrounding the place. Tom along with Harrison and your father and brother entered the building killing anyone who came in their way. The deserted factory echoed with the loud noise of gunshots and you knew that Tom was here to rescue you.

“You hear that? Tom is here, you’re going to die Ethan” you quipped a knowing smile etched on your face.

“Not so easily” he goes to untie the ropes and pulls you up on your feet pressing his gun against the side of your head.

“Y/N!” Tom barged in.

“Come closer and she dies,” Ethan threatens.

“You might want to reconsider mate” Tom says with a sly smirk

“Why is that?”

“Your sister Meredith, is her name right? And she lives in an apartment near Brixton” he muses “guess what? my brothers happen to be there too” fear washed over Ethan’s face as he realized how the tables have turned and all thanks to your father who knew about his sister and told Tom about her.

“No, keep my sister out of this” he says weakly.

“You left me no choice mate” Tom tsks “it’s over Ethan so let Y/N go and no one gets hurt” he warns him as Ethan removes the gun from your head and lets go of you. You take one quick glance at him and then look at Tom standing in front of you. You immediately strided your way towards him with tears in your eyes but Ethan had something else in his mind. He lifted his gun again and pulled the trigger aiming at your back.

“Y/N!!” Tom shrieked but before the bullet could hit you Victor was on time to pull you in his tight embrace guarding you as the bullet hit him on his right  shoulder. He flinched in pain as you grasped on to his shirt trembling.

“Daddy?” you said weakly glancing up to him with tear filled eyes. 

“It’s ok mija I’m here now. Don’t worry everything is going to be alright” he caresses the back of your head gently as you feel your head spin. The stress was too much for you to handle and you fainted in his arms.

“Go get that motherfucker!” Tom shouted seeing Ethan trying to flee. His men were quick to grab him as Harrison snatched the gun out of his hand and punched him right at his face.

“Jules, take her to the hospital now!” your father instructed. Jules took you from his arms and carried you to the car and immediately left for the hospital.

Tom stalked his way towards Ethan as if he was a prey. He cocked his gun, his gaze stone cold eyes burning with rage. He kicks Ethan on his legs as his knees buckled and he kneeled down on the floor in front of him.

“Tom please let me go I swear I’ll go as far away as possible and never return back” Ethan begs for his mercy.

“You should have thought about it before you decided to shoot Y/N” Tom growled, pressing the gun in between his eyes. But for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to pull the trigger. It didn’t feel right to him.

“Tom, what are you waiting for?” Harrison nudged him.

“I-I can’t, Y/N wouldn’t want this” Tom looked at him unsure of what to do “it’s better we hand him over to the police” he suggests.

“If you can’t I will” Victor interrupts and aggressively points his gun at Ethan.

“No Victor, wait!” Tom tried to stop him but it was too late he had already pulled the trigger and Ethan’s lifeless body collapsed on the ground.

“It’s ok Tom nobody gets away after messing with my family” he shrugs when the blaring of the sirens could be heard from a distance.

“Get out of here right now!” Victor says to Tom.

“But..” Tom hesitates.

“Leave or you’ll get caught too” he insists.

“What about you?”

“I think it’s time for me to pay for my crimes” he sighs looking at the gun in his hand with a contemplating smile etched on his face. The screeching of car tires could be heard as the bellowing of the sirens grew louder which was soon followed by the clamoring footsteps of people in tactical boots. 

“Now go to my daughter she needs you” Victor rushes him “and remember to keep her happy and safe or else I’ll hunt you down too” he warns him.

“Will keep that in mind” Tom smirks and walks out of the place.

“Raise your hands where I can see them!” Grace orders and without a single Victor raises his hands in surrender.

“Victor Martinez you are under arrest for embezzlement and several other crimes including hoarding and smuggling of illegal drugs and murders” Grace states pointing her gun at him along with a team of officers behind her. A male officer was quick to handcuff him. Tom watched it whole from a distance as he was led inside the police van before leaving for the hospital.

You woke up to the rhythmic beeping of the EKG. Your eyes slowly adjust to the lighting of the hospital room.

“Tom..Tom” you mumbled half awake.

“Hey, hey I’m right here” Tom quickly gets up from the couch and holds your hands as you sit up.

“Tom what happened?” you ask warily.

“You fainted honey, your blood pressure went low due to all the stress” he informs.

“What about our babies?” your hand goes to your stomach as you look at him with panic stricken eyes “are they ok? Tom, are they safe?” you rambled out of fear.

“Yes darling, they are safe and healthy the doctor’s confirmed” he assures you gently brushing your hair with his hands.

“Oh thank god” you heaved a sigh of relief.

“I think we should thank your dad too cause if he wasn’t there in time you would have got shot” he remarks.

“I know,” you say, staring at your lap.

“Y/N the interpol and police took your father”

“Well that was going to happen some or the other day anyways” you half shrugged.

“But he saved you, saved us”

“I know and that’s the irony for the first time my dad genuinely showed that cared about me and now I will never see him again” you say with regret in your voice.

4 months later….

You were seated in the huge courtroom of the New York State Supreme Court with Tom, Vanessa and your mother by your side as you awaited the jury’s verdict on the charges you, your father and brother have been indicted with. After your father’s arrest the underworld imploded and most of the leaders went into hiding to save their businesses and escape the law. It was a huge issue in the international media too, the trial went on for three months. You had to travel back and forth to appear before the court for the murders you were charged with. 

Though they could never find any proof against you, your dad and your husband made sure of that. Tom had told you that he had requested the families not to testify against you and they had agreed. But you know his way of requesting people very well : it's pointing a gun at their head. If they don’t agree then they are permanently relieved of their life. 

When you said that to him he laughed it off by saying “that’s preposterous! I would never do that” and you gave him ‘not buying it’ look “okay the old me would but I’m a changed man now and as I promised no violence” he clarified. But you knew better and you didn’t mind this time really cause you didn’t want to abandon this beautiful life you finally got and go to jail. 

Moreover in less than two months there will be two new additions to your little family and you don’t want to miss any of it. You knew that you could never get rid of the blood in your hands and so did Tom but this time you are gonna start afresh for those pure little souls that are coming to light up your entire world and remove the darkness that had been clouding your lives.

“The jury have reached a verdict” the judge’s voice echoed through the silent courtroom and Tom places his hand over yours comfortingly giving you a reassuring smile telling you that everything will be ok “and they unanimously find Victor Martinez guilty of the following charges related to extortion, money laundering, murders and illegal smuggling of drugs. He is being sentenced to lifetime imprisonment” the judge declared.

“Also due to lack of evidence the jury declares Julian Martinez and Y/N Holland innocent and free of all charges” he adds and Tom squeezes your hand gently with a soft smile and a relief in his eyes as you look at him mirroring his smile. 

“The court is adjourned for the day” the judge announced and everybody stood up from their seats to walk out of the room one by one. You watched your dad getting handcuffed and being taken away by the officials as your brother followed them to finish the rest of the formalities that needed to be done before they took your father to the prison. For once you wanted to hug him tight and let him know that you loved him even after whatever went down between you. You wanted to let him know that you have forgiven him, you felt bad for your mother too after all he is her husband.

“Don’t worry honey I’ll be fine” she touches your shoulder breaking you out of your thoughts. 

“I’m really sorry mom you don’t deserve this” you sniffled

“It’s ok, Y/N I knew this day was coming soon and how much ever you feel bad a crime is a crime”

“Mom, you can come live with us. I can talk to Tom, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind” you offered.

“No sweetie that’s not happening I’m better off here and Jules will be there I will be perfectly ok. You just take care of yourselves”  

“Hello Mrs Martinez” Tom interrupts.

“Hello Tom”

“Honey it’s quite some time you ate anything let’s get you something shall we?” he suggested to you.

“Yeah I’m feeling a little hungry to be honest” you  remarked.

“I know love, let’s go then there’s a nice café right around the corner of the street” he says as Julian joins you three too.

“All formalities are complete, it’s time for us to leave as well” he informs as you walk to him and held his hands.

“Jules please take care of my mother” you ask him with hopeful eyes.

“I will don’t worry” he pulls you in a hug and kisses your forehead “you guys take care too, alright” you nod and go to hug your mom before leaving the place with Tom.

Tom and you slowly walked out of the court and made your way to the café. Upon entering the shop you saw Vanessa already waiting for you as you went and sat down at the table while Tom went to give your orders. You were a little bit out of breath cause being seven months pregnant with twins is no big joke. You get easily tired now. Your stomach has grown round and big in the past few months which makes it difficult for you to bend down. But Tom was always there for you patiently helping you out. He even signed up for birthing and parenting classes so that you are ready for everything.

“Well finally it’s over isn’t it? You got what you wanted” V chimes.

“Yeah kind of” you sigh “is it wrong though that I feel bad for him?”

“Not at all after all he is our father we have the right to feel bad but past is past we gotta move on” you remarks “so how are the little munchkins?”

“Oh they are doing quite well and also not letting their mother sleep with their constant kicking seems like they can’t wait to come out already and so do I. I really want my precious sleep back” you joked.

“Oh sissy for the next two years forget about sleep cause you will be getting none” V snickers.

“Can’t complain though I voluntarily signed up for it” you shake your head smiling as you pull out a file from inside your bag “here” you say handing over the file to her.

“What is this?” V looks at you cluelessly.

“A deal is a deal, open it” you tell her as she opens the file and goes through the papers. Her eyes widened with shock as she finished reading the last page.

“What?! Are you serious?” 

“I told you I’ll give your rightful share in the family so this is it” you stated.

“But you are giving me the rum and diamond business. That’s yours” she emphasized.

“I know but I don’t have the time or interest to run it and I can’t handle the business in New York while staying in London. Moreover, Tom has decided to start a chain of luxury resorts and since I have a management degree I’ll be helping him to expand it” you explain “so I’m entrusting you with our family businesses. Welcome to the family V” you look at her with a proud smile.

“I’ll not disappoint you” she promises.

“I know you won’t”

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If you want to send blurb requests based on the series I'm more than eager to write so send me your ideas. Also suggest me some cute baby names both girl and boy. I was thinking of going with Beatrice or April and Cole or Ben but would like to hear your opinions as well ❤���

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[toastedkiwi]

First Man

Summary: you debut a song on stage at the AMAs.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Daughter!Reader, Harry Styles x Popstar!Reader

“No, I got no clue to what she’s performing,” Chris said to the interviewer and looking at you.

“You’ll just have to wait,” you said.

“POPS!” You both hear.

Chris turns knowing exactly who it is. He opens his arms and hugs his son-in-law who’s in an elaborate suit. You smile.

“I’ve missed you,” Harry exclaimed as your dad cups his face.

“I know, Bubba,” Chris said smiling.

You greet Harry’s mother Anne and sister Gemma whilst your dad and husband hug each other like long lost lovers. It took awhile for your dad to warm up to Harry but after seeing the way his only daughter and only child was being treated warmed his heart. It took some convincing from you as well. Chris couldn’t let just anyone marry his little girl.

Yes I'm gonna stay with him tonight

I'll see you in the mornin'

No of course, he won't drink and drive

Chris immediately gets teary eyed seeing you onstage in a gown at a grand piano with spotlight shinning down. He hasn’t heard this song and neither has Harry as he hears you singing. It brings Chris back some memories.

“No, I’m gonna be with him tonight,” you said into the phone.

“Excuse me? Who’s this boy? Is it Tyler? Adam? Tom? If you’re back with Holland, I’m gonna fuckin—.”

“No, Daddy. It’s somebody else. I’m not dating one of your costars. That was a mistake.”

Chris sighed and said, “be careful. Don’t drink and drive.”

“No, of course not,” you said.

“Call me if anything happens, I’ll be there, comet.”

“I know, Daddy. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Oh you'll like him, he's really kind

And he's funny like you sometimes

And I found someone I really like

Maybe for the first time

Chris sniffles and tries his hardest to keep it together especially with a camera pointed at him and Harry. He focuses on the stage where you’re singing.

“Daddy, please! You’ll really like him. He’s really kind,” you said. “And he’s funny like you sometimes.”

“Excuse me?! My jokes are killer all the time, Comet! —Knock, knock,” your dad said truly offended.

“Come in,” you said.

He gives you one look and you start running. He runs after you growling. You scream when he grabs you and lifts you off the ground.

“Have I taught you nothing?!” Chris exclaimed. “We’re gonna try this again, Miss Thing.”

“Oh Jesus,” you rolled your eyes and you can’t help but smile.

“Knock, Knock,” he said.

“Who’s there?” You asked playing along.

“Boo,” he said still holding you tightly not wanting to let you escape.

“Boo, who?” You said confused.

“Aww, munchkin, don’t cry,” your dad said pressing a kiss to your cheek. “It’s just a boy. No need for crying over him.”

You laughed and said facing him, “but Daddy. He’s really good to me. And I think I really found someone I really like— maybe for the first time.”

He can’t help but frown and narrow his eyes.

“Who is he?” He asked.

“His name is Harry,” you said smiling.

No I don't need a jacket

It's not that cold tonight

And you worry, I get it

But he's waiting outside

“Grab a jacket!” Chris yelled at you before you can leave.

“It’s not that cold,” you said as he comes over to you from the kitchen. “And I’m 21, Dad.”

“I know how old you are. I was there and I know you’re a popstar and I—,” he said.

“And you worry, I get it,” you said.

“Yes, so grab a jacket, comet,” he said pointing to the hallway.

“But he’s waiting outside, Daddy,” you said.

“And he can wait longer. Also, you still live under my roof which I don’t get when I know you’re making a shit ton of money off of your music,” Chris said.

“You know they’re still renovating my house,” you said. “And I’m pretty sure you like having your own daughter around again.”

Chris scoffs and shoos you back down the hallway. He knows you’re right. He loves having you around even if you both get very busy with work. It’s nice to know you’re around safe and sound.

You’re quick to put a leather jacket over your outfit. He follows you out without hesitation. You give him a look but he’s got his murder glare.

“Hey, I was thinking that I got the wrong house,” the Brit said as you get in and he’s got the windows down.

Chris looks into the car and you said, “dad, this is Harry. Harry, this is my dad.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir,” Harry said.

“Comet, didn’t you have a poster of him on your wall with some other boys?” Chris asked looking at you.

“DAD!” You looked at him mortified.

“It was One Direction, right?” Chris said.

“Yeah, but we split off into different directions,” Harry said.

“But she didn’t like you,” your dad said. “It was a different one.”

“Was it Liam?” Your boyfriend asked.

Chris shook his head and said, “it was the dude with the bleach blonde hair.”

“Oh, Niall. He’s a cheeky little Irish fucker. I don’t blame you, Y/n,” Harry said.

You try getting out of the car to get away from the embarrassment but Harry locks the doors on you. Chris smiles a bit.

“Have fun, comet,” Chris said pressing a kiss to your temple as you hide your face into your hands.

He steps away from the car and threatened, “I’ll fucking destroy you, Harry, if you hurt my little girl.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Mr. Evans,” Harry responded honestly.

I swear on my heart

That he's a good man

I know you'll stay up late

Just waiting for me

“You should be asleep, Daddio,” you said putting your arms around his shoulders.

“Had to make sure you got home safely, munchkin,” Chris said putting a hand over your forearms.

“But you’ve got a plane to catch in the morning,” you said. “And he’s a good man.”

“He was in a boyband, Y/n,” he said.

“He’s in a man-band now,” you said with a giggle.

Chris can’t help but laugh as he stood up from his spot on the couch.

“I still don’t trust him,” your dad said making you frown.

You held me so tight

Now someone else can

But you were the first man that really loved me

You looked to the crowd with a tear rolling down your cheek. Your dad is openly letting the tears stream down his own cheeks. Harry smiles at you with tears of his own building up. He knows it’s about him and your dad but mainly your dad.

Now you're driving to the airport

Not just me you pick up anymore

I've got eight days off coming up

And I can only come home for four

Yeah I just met his family

“Harold,” Chris said.

“Mr. America!” Harry exclaimed throwing his arms around your dad.

You smile happily at your dad and he gives in hugging your boyfriend. He hugs you next and kisses your cheek before helping Harry load your bags into the car. There’s not much— only your carry-ons. It’s a short trip to Boston so everyone can meet Harry and you can spend time with your dad.

“How was London?” Your dad asked as Harry is outside playing with your cousins.

“I met his family,” you said.

“So, it’s getting serious?” He asked.

You nod your head. It breaks his heart but he won’t tell you that.

He makes me really happy

I think he might be the one, oh

I swear on my heart

That he's a good man

I promise he loves me

He'd never hurt me

You held me so tight

Now someone else can

But you were the first man that really loved me

“I promise you! He makes me really happy, Daddy,” you said.

Chris scoffs. You’ve always been a pretty happy kid and even with a chaotic life you live, you’re sunshine peaking through the clouds on a rainy day or more like a shining star around a world of darkness. No boy or man will change that. You’ll cry for a week or so over them and your dad will be there to comfort you or at least try to.

“Dad,” you said.

“Come here,” your dad said seeing you aren’t too happy with him.

You plop down next to him and he pulls you into his side.

“I worry,” Chris said.

“You always do,” you mumbled.

“Yeah it’s my job as you’re my daughter. I don’t want you with an undeserving man of you,” he admitted. “You deserve the best.”

“I think he might be the one,” you said.

“You sure?”

You nod your head.

“Well, shit,” he said.

“Dad,” you said.

“You’re growing up on me, comet.”

Now you're on the driveway

Faking a smile

You wish you could tell him he doesn't deserve me

So I had to stop the car and turn around

To tell you, you were the first man that really loved me

Your dad wants to yell at Harry and tell him to stay the fuck away from you because nobody is good enough for his little girl. But Chris bites his tongue and smiles from the driveway as Harry drives off with you.

“Wait! Stop the car!” You exclaimed.

Harry does and you’re quickly out the car. You run to your dad and into his arms.

“You know I love you, right?” You said.

“Yes, comet,” Chris said.

“You’ll always be the first man I love,” you said. “He’s just in second place.”

“HEY! I heard that!” Harry yelled making your dad smile.

“Shut it, loser!” Your dad yelled back.

And before they open up the doors

I say I've never seen you cry before

You say "You've never looked so beautiful

You know you'll always be my little girl"

You're looking at me, while walking down the aisle

With tears in your eyes, maybe he deserves me

“I don’t think I’ve seen you cry before,” you said.

“Only when you aren’t looking, bubs,” your dad sniffled adjusting your veil. “And you’ve never looked so beautiful.”

“Dad,” you said.

“You know, you’ll always be my little girl, Y/n,” Chris said. “My little shooting star.”

You nod your head with tears streaming down your cheeks. Your dad hugs you tightly.

“You sure you wanna do this?” He asked.

“Yes,” you said.

“Alright, just let me know ‘cause I’ll drive you outta here and we can watch Disney movies at home,” Chris said holding you still.

You shake your head no and said, “he’s the one, Daddy.”

Chris smiles at your words and said, “we can’t keep him waiting any longer.”

“Yeah, we can’t,” you said.

The doors open and you take your dad’s arm. You both start walking down the aisle. Chris can’t help but smile looking at you as you look at Harry. Your eyes sparkle looking at your soon to be husband. Maybe Harry isn’t that bad.

You don't even know how much it means to me now

That you were the first man that really loved me, that really loved me

You really love me

You’re quick to get off stage and go to your dad who’s in the first row with everyone. Chris stands up just as quickly. You go into his arms and wrap your arms around his waist. Everyone cheers and applauses for you.

“Fuckin’ shit, comet,” your dad whispered into your ear and holds you tightly as you cry into his chest. “I wasn’t expecting that at all.”

“I love you, Daddy,” you said.

“I know. I love you too,” he said wiping away your tears.

“And I love you both,” Harry said putting his arms around you both.

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[tommydarlings]

Treat you better ↬ t.h & s.m

A/N: Hope you like this one! Please don´t let it flop :( And yeah, i got a new ´style´ :) ily,liz <3 

pairing: Tom Holland x reader feat. Shawn mendes

warnings: swearing 

w/c: 1.2k

Requests: CLOSED

Summary: What happens when suddenly Shawn mendes walks into Tom´s and y/n´s Relationship?

Music video -> tap here 

this handwriting = actions in the music video

masterlist || taglist || requests 

Okay…Where should i begin?

Tom and i are already in a Relationship for over 8 months, so i knew that he was the jealous type of guy, but he never really showed it. Everytime when you were out with some friends in a club and some creep was starring at you, he would give this person death stares until they would stop starring at his girl. You knew that he gets jealous often and fast but when Shawn fucking mendes called you and asked you to be in his new music video, you could already predict that this story wouldn´t carry a happy ending like in the perfect little romantic movies.

At first you didn´t knew if you should accept it. Shawn was one of your best friends, you only knew each other for about 2 Months but it kinda clicked immediately. In a ´friendship´ way.

That´s at least what you thought the whole time.

You didn´t knew anything about the song expect that the song was called „Treat you better“.

Tom asked his family if they want to come with him and they all agreed. So here you were with tom and tom´s family on the set of „Treat you better“.

„y/n, hey!“ you heard a voice calling you.

„Shawn, hey, how are you?“ you asked your best friend.

„I´m good, and you?“ he asked while he hugged your body tight.

„Filming starts in 5 minutes!“ someone from the crew yelled through the entire set hall.

Shawn quickly shaked Nikki´s and Dominic´s hand before he went on with the twins and paddy.

Before he shaked Tom´s hand, he looked at tom up and down and with a little smirk on his face.

„Shawn mendes“ Shawn said with a deep voice to tom.

„Tom holland“ your boyfriend answerd.

Before the tension could grow any thicker, i stepped in.

„Shawn, i think we have to go“

„You right doll“

Doll? That was new.

Before Shawn and i walked away, i took a quick look at my man and saw that he shoot a death glare at Shawn.

Well,shit.

---

„What´s this song about anyway?“ i asked shawn.

„You will see doll“ he said before he walked where the cameras are and we started filming. Tom and his whole family watching us.

Tom´s pov:

 I won't lie to you,

I know he's just not right for you,

Hold on, what? I though as soon as this words left shawn´s mouth.

And you can tell me if I'm off,

But I see it on your face,

When you say that he's the one that you want,

„He´s n-not t-talking about you, right?“ Harry asked me quitly.

„No, that would be stupid“

right?

And you're spending all your time,  

In this wrong situation,

And anytime you want it to stop,

You were harshly shoved onto the bed from a guy before he left the room.

I know I can treat you better than he can,

„Tom, son, do you want to leave?“ my mother asked me.

„No i-it´s fine“ i answerd quickly.

And any girl like you deserves a gentleman,

Tell me why are we wasting time,

On all your wasted crying,

The guy grapped you jaw harshly and pressed you against the wall.

Wtf?! I never hurt her and i never would. I thought to myself.

When you should be with me instead?,

„Tom-„ Dominic started but was interrupted by his son.

„It´s fine, just let me be“ I answerd harshly.

Fuck, he´s pissed. The entire family thought.

I know I can treat you better,

Better than he can,

„Who the fuck does he think he is?“ I whisperd to myself quietly.

I'll stop time for you,

The second you say you'd like me to,

„So he really fucking likes her, huh?“ I said.

„Tom, it´s probably just the lyrics“ Sam told me and wanted to put his hand on my shoulder but i slapped it off rather harshly.

I just wanna give you the loving that you're missing,

Baby, just to wake up with you,

„Oh, so he want´s to fuck her“ I thought while i licked my lips.

Would be everything I need, and this could be so different,

Tell me what you want to do,

'Cause I know I can treat you better than he can,

And any girl like you deserves a gentleman,

Tell me why are we wasting time,

On all your wasted crying,

When you should be with me instead?,

„I´m gonna kill him“ I whisperd before i got worried and shooked glances from my family but i couldn´t care about them. Not right now.

I know I can treat you better,

Better than he can,

Better than he can,

„That´s fucking bullshit“ I though while i clenched my hands firmly.

Give me a sign,

Take my hand, we'll be fine,

Promise I won't let you down,

„I´m not letting her down either, am i?“ I asked.

Harry quickly shaked his head before watching you again.

You were at a club and the guy that played your boyfriend was about to kiss another women.

„Oh, so i´m a fucking cheater?!“ I whisperd harshly to myself.

Just know that you don't have to do this alone,

Promise I'll never let you down,

'Cause I know I can treat you better than he can,

I shaked my head and planned a tiny plan in my mind how i´m gonna talk to shawn after they finished filming.

And any girl like you deserves a gentleman,

Tell me why are we wasting time,

On all your wasted crying,

When you should be with me instead?,

I know I can treat you better,

Better than he can,

Better than he can,

Better than he can.

In the last scene were shawn and your boyfriend ´fighting´ and you stepped in to stop your boyfriend, but before you could stop him, he kicked his elbow in your face and ´knocked´ you out.  

„Does he mean with that scene that i´m an abusive boyfriend?! Is he fucking kidding me?! I´m gonna murder this piece of shit.“ I said and took a step forward, ready to approch shawn fucking mendes who just confirmed his love for my girl.

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y/n´s pov:

When we were finishes filming, i heard yelling coming from the bathroom of the set. Quietly i made my way into the bathroom where i saw my best friend shawn and my boyfriend yelling at each other faces.

„What happend?“ i said as soon as i saw them.

„Did you fucking knew that this song is about you?“ Tom screamed.

„What,n-no“ i answerd with a confused and shooked expression written on my face while i was looking at shawn.

„Is t-that true?“ i whisperd to him.

���Look y/n, we both know that i can treat you better“ he said to me with a tiny and nervous laugh.

„Shawn, i´m w-with Tom and i´m very happy“ i told my ´best friend´ .

„But he doesn´t deserve you!“ he yelled before he was about to grap my hands, but before he could even took a properly step in my direction, Tom grapped him by the collar and shoved him against the wall.

„You touch her and i´m gonna destroy you mendes“ he whisperd in a rather harsh tone.

Tom let go of him with a loud huff and Shawn walked to the door. Right before he opened the door, he whisperd into my ear,

„I could still treat you better doll“

-`ღ´- ᶫᵒᵛᵉᵧₒᵤ -`ღ´-

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[boxofbadaddiction]

A Likely Story

Fred Weasley x Reader

Warnings: Swearing.

This story is inspired from a request of my F.R.I.E.N.D.S Themed Prompt List.

Prompts: 9, 16 & 18

"They don't know that we know they know"

"DANGER!"

"What a small world./Yet I never run into Beyoncè"

"What'd you tell George?"

"Told him I had detention with Snape for setting off Dungbombs in his Second Years class."

"Hmm, very believable."

"That's because it's true."

"Why am I not surprised?"

"What'd you tell your mates?"

"Just said I was going for a walk."

"Guess that'll do. Remind me to give you some pointers on how to lie when we get back."

"Very funny."

Every word spoken echoed off the damp walls of the One Eyed Witch Passage as Fred and Y/n made their way through the dark tunnel. The only source of light being the soft glow emitting from the tips of their wands, allowing only enough visibility to see just infront of them as they walked.

The pair were currently sneaking from the Castle on a day which were not allocated for any Hogsmead Visitations. It were a school day. However, rather than sitting about the Castle grounds for the two free periods in their schedules, Fred had the brilliant idea of escaping the unbearable reign of Umbridge - even if only for a few hours, by taking a trip into town.

"You know they know, right?"

"Ahh, but they don't know that we know they know. Now do they?" Fred grinned as he shoved y/ns shoulder with his own playfully, before intertwining their cold fingers. "I fail to see how that matters" "makes it all the more fun." "Whatever makes you happy, Big Guy." "You mean, aside from you?"

Y/n rolled her eyes at his cheesiness, but smiled nonetheless. Stopping abruptly from a harsh tug at her hand, one that had her being pulled flush against Fred - chest to chest.

Threading his wand between his fingers, he brought his other hand to the back of y/ns neck and kissed her deeply.

The kiss left her flushed, biting her lip to suppress a giddy smile which naturally only caused a smug grin to appear on the face of her partner.

Sensing how inflated his ego was becoming y/n stepped back, shoving his chest, "Hurry up and get me out of here, loverboy, I'm freezing."

This wasn't the first time the two had been in a situation such as this. They had been in a relationship for quite a few months now but were keeping it secret - for the most part anyway, but they knew the others were suspicious.

There were several reasons why they felt their relationship needed to remain secret. One being for the fact Y/n were a Slytherin. Whom for as long as anyone could remember had despised the Weasleys, and vice versa. The second, and most crucial reason was due to y/ns family. She was a Y/l/n. A family who, like the Malfoys and LeStrange, were blood purists and for that matter hated Muggles, Muggleborns and Blood Traitors alike. A trait not inherited by that of the y/l/ns only daughter. Y/n.

After overcoming the years of conditioning by her parents; painting the Weasleys, anyone alike and Muggleborns as the enemy or lessers, she'd surrounded herself with friends of all houses and blood-status.

She even discovered there to be a remarkable amount of similarities between herself and that of the Redheaded family. Soon enough finding herself regularly in comfortable conversation with the Twins during their shared classes, after years of the ridiculous feud between them buried itself in the past. It then naturally didn't take long for her to start falling for the older, louder, Twin.

Though people acknowledged she were different to her family the pair were still hesitant about the reaction they'd receive being together in public, so they thought it best to keep to themselves. Which lead to a lot of sneaking around. Hence todays secret date in Hogsmead.

A few moments later Fred and Y/n reached the trap door of Honeydukes Cellar. Fred was the one to check the coast were clear. Smiling as he watched the owners feet retreating up the basements staircase to the store above. Piece of Cauldron Cake he thought. They silently slipped through the shop, completely unnoticed.

Glad to finally have the freedom to be with one another openly the two let out relieved breaths upon being met with the chilly fresh air of Hogsmead.

They happily strolled throughout the streets hand-in-hand going about their usual routine. A quick stop to The Three Broomsticks for a couple Butterbeers then off to what they'd deemed as "their spot", a clearing by the forest over looking the Shrieking Shack where they regularly met of a weekend for lunch and much needed time together.

Fred was spinning his girlfriend as if dancing as they walked, smiling, laughing and unashamedly flirting loudly as they did so.

The two were in a world of their own as they rough housed in the soft snow, throwing handfuls at one another. Unfortunately, blissfully unaware of the approaching complication in their secret rendezvous.

"Well, well, well." Came a cold voice from behind them, one which sent chills down y/ns spine - she would know that voice anywhere. Lucius Malfoy.

The teenagers turned with identical deadpan expressions to the man before them. "What a small world." "And yet I never run into Beyoncè" y/n countered sarcastically, her tone bitter and harsh.

"Whatever would one make of this, Hmm? A y/l/n fraternising with a Weasley..." Luicus eyed Fred with distaste, as if it were unsettling to simply be in his presence.

Fred stood tall and firm in place; a murderous glare thrown towards the arrogant man as he grit his teeth.

"One?" Y/ns brow raised in question, her voice drawing Malfoys attention back to her. He simply nodded in response, causing the girl to scoff as realisation struck. An exasperated smile tugging at her lips whilst she spoke, "Right. Going to rat me out to Daddy for having a friend, Lucius?" "But of course not." He took a step closer to the couple, "for being outside the grounds of Hogwarts, accompanied by an irresponsible and perpetually reckless boy however..." y/n swallowed harshly, a wave of fear coursing through her veins as her confidence faltered.

"Well, one might say it were my responsibility to report your little...adventure today. My, I can't begin to imagine the misfortune one might be subjected to less the High Inquisitor learn of such a blatant disregard for school protocols. Those for the offenders...or the Headmaster for that matter."

Y/n was silently panicking at these words. Dumbledore has already been on thin ice with the Ministry recently. If anyone finds out, well...that'd be the end of him.

"Of course however, y/n, you would be forgiven on account of your-" "Father." "-innocence, clearly under the manipulation of this one, whom would naturally be expelled." Lucius lazily waved his hand towards Fred. "You don't even know which Weasley 'this one' is." Y/n snapped. "Unimportant. I imagine Delores will be thrilled at the opportunity of finally ridding both from the school. And as for Dumbledore-"

"You're getting ahead of yourself, Malfoy." Fred finally spoke. Stepping forward to stand slightly infront of y/n protectively. His jaw and fists were clenched in rage, knuckles turning ghostly white under the strain in his grip. "Am I?" "Yes. To snitch on us you'd first need proof we were here in the first place." "You Weasleys truly are daft. I believe I have all the 'proof' I'll be needing. Given the fact you are stood right here before me, far from the saftey of the school grounds." "Are we?" Fred subtly reached for y/ns hand as he spoke, holding her palm tight behind his back, eyes staring directly into Malfoys challenging his dominance.

"Because I'm sure if you were to go to the Castle right now; I could be found with my brother and y/n here...undoubtedly studying in the Library." "Is that so?" Lucius had a rather done and ugly expression on his face at Freds antics, whom began smiling wickedly. Uttering a simple "yep." In response.

Their stare-off was broken as Fred glanced over Malfoys shoulder, raising his free arm to wave he greeted loudly, "Hello, Hagrid!" This causing the blonde man to turn in his direction. That was Fred's cue. Taking advantage of the moment and apparating the pair to the passage of the Shrieking Shack.

They took off running, hand-in-hand as they manoeuvred the winding tunnel to the school. Sprinting so quickly that even the Whomping Willow were too slow to react to their sudden appearance as they breached the grounds.

As they reached the, thankfully empty, courtyard they finally allowed themselves the opportunity to breathe and dropped the hold of one anothers hand. Fred swallowed thickly to ease the burning in his throat, "you have to-" "yeah. And you need to-" "yeah."

Exhausted and amused chuckles fell from their lips at the understanding shared between them. Placing one final, frantic, kiss to one anothers lips as goodbye they held each other close not wanting to let go. One of y/ns hands gripped Freds hair tightly whilst the other bunched in the fabric of his shirts collar. Both his hands placed securely on her waist. Y/n whines, knowing he won't be able to break the kiss himself, focusing all her strength she pushed from his chest, "Go" she whispered. Sighing frustratedly from the loss of his lips on hers he nods in agreement before both begin running in opposite directions.

Now thankful he had such a large family Fred was quickly successful in finding a family member to cling himself to. Barrelling down the corridor to where Ron and Harry were walking and conversing over whatever, with their backs to him. Overestimating the force of his current momentum he collided forcefully with the boys shoulders in attempt to steady himself, nearly toppling all three.

"What's your problem!?" Ron snapped angrily. "DANGER!" Fred whisper yelled, very out of breath. The scene brought a rather wide smile to Harrys face, watching as the Twin clutched his side painfully and tried to speak. "If-If anyone asks. I've been here the whole-WHOLE time. Okay!?" He was gesturing wildly between the three of them as he spoke, appearing desperate.

"Oh yeah? And what's in it for us?" Ron asked cockily. "For you, little Brother..." "anything?" He smiled smugly, earning a clap on the shoulder from his flustered older brother. "Not quite, Ronniekins."

Fred's eyes turned dark as he straightened himself, grip tightening on Rons shoulder like a vice. "Cover for me this time and you get to live another day." Ron was wincing at the pain being inflicted by the hold on his shoulder, "You-you can't do anything to me." Harry looked sceptical at this, it was Fred Weasley afterall.

"Can't I? It's a big Castle, Ronnie. Accidents happen." Fred's stare hadn't left Ron's eyes the whole time he spoke. A smirk forming on his face as if taking joy in the countless possibilities he had playing on his mind.

Noticing the poorly restrained fear spreading through his brother as Ron gulped thickly he lightened his grip knowing he's won.

"F-fine. Doesn't bother me anyway. Not like it's a huge inconvenience is it, Harry?" Ron tried to play the moment off cooly, though the panic was evident on his voice. "Not at all" Harry laughed but suddenly his expression soured. Looking forward to the entrance of the hall.

"Is that...Lucius?" The Weasleys heads turned to see the pale face of Malfoy striding towards them accompanied by Delores and...oh God. Freds blood ran cold.

"It is, and Titus Y/l/n! What are they doing here?" Ron growled.

"Danger. Danger. Danger." Fred mumbled from the side of his mouth, avoiding eye contact and looking quite nervous, though he played it off much better than his brother had. The boys looked up to him "You didn't..." they spat. Fred cleared his throat as a warning, and it worked just as well as a confession in Harry and Rons opinion, as the three adults approached.

"Potter." "Malfoy."

"Weasley." "Y/l/n."

"Eh-hem" the teens rolled their eyes. "Professor?"

"Tell me, Mr Weasley" she began, looking straight to Fred, "can you account for your whereabouts this afternoon?" "With these two."

"Where's your Twin?" Lucius rudely interrupted. "Haven't the foggiest. Since, ya know...I'm not with him." "It is strange" Umbridge began, "that you are without your Twin, seeing as how you are rarely to find one without the other." She giggled sickly. "Yeah, rarely. But not never."

At his words Lucius' expression became proud and more confident, turning to Delores now to speak. "He's the one. I'm sure of it." "The one what?"

"Enough of this. My daughter, where is she?" Titus interjects. "What...y/n? Stuffed if I know. Don't fancy myself much a snake charmer. What's with the interrogation?"

"Well it would seem, Mr Malfoy here has a rather interesting story to share on the topic of two seventh years strolling about Hogsmead not even an hour ago. A Weasley and-"

"My daughter. Where is she!?"

"I've already told you. I don't know!" Titus began advancing on Fred, rage burning clear in his eyes, "I'm warning you, Weasley. If you've in anyway involved yourself with y/n I will-"

"Dad?" A soft voice called from the end of the corridor. "Y/n." The girl looked around at the gathered group confusedly before stepping between Fred, Harry and Ron to embrace her Father in a quick greeting. "What are you doing here?" "Where have you been?" "Where-what? I've been-" "the Library perhaps?" Lucius raised a mocking brow. "What? No I-I was taking a walk by the Lake." "A likely story."

"Lucius here, tells me you were in Hogsmead with this boy." Titus gestures to Fred a venom held behind his voice.

Y/n looks over Fred with visible disgust, whilst he smiles coldly back. "Why on Earth would I ever surround myself with the likes of them?" She spits. Looking back to her Father as if highly insulted by his accusation.

Titus observes the interaction carefully as if watching for any weakness in their story. But he finds none. His expression softens as he turns back to his daughter completely. "I apologise, y/n/n. Lucius was obviously mistaken." He glares back over his shoulder to the blonde man who scoffs in response. "I would nev-" "Save it, Lucius." Titus growls. "But, Titus if I may, why would Mr Malfoy report this if it were not-" "you may not." The girls father puts an end to Umbridges interruption as she'd attempted to defend the other man. "I trust my daughter to know of the correct company to keep. Lucius was obviously mistaken and has by extension wasted my time."

Thankfully the adults were too busy bickering for anyone to notice the small smiles that threaten to break onto the faces of the gathered teenagers.

"I'm sorry, dear. I must be leaving now and I hope your studies are going well." "They are Dad, I'll write you and Mum tonight to fill you in on everything. Just as I always do." Y/n smiled. Titus pulled his daughter in for a final hug, placing a soft kiss to her forehead before turning to leave, with a last menacing glare to Delores and Lucius he walked away.

"Well. That will be all, the four of you off to your Common rooms immediately to prepare for dinner. Mr Malfoy if you'd follow me I'll escort you from the Castle." Umbridge spoke.

Harry and Ron couldn't contain their giggles at the insulted reaction shown by Malfoy as he turned to leave.

Lucius took one final look over his shoulder to the teens, who had not moved, being met with the taunting smile and small wave of y/n with Fred now standing confidently beside her.

Once finally out of sight the couple fell into hysterics, Fred wrapping an arm around y/ns shoulder as they laughed.

"What the bloody hell did you two do!?" Ron asked through a wide grin. "Just took a quick trip into town that's all..." "Safe to say our secrets out, Freddie." Y/n whispered to him as she noted all the students watching the group, paying particular attention to Freds arm around her. "Secret? You kidding! You two are the most obvious people on the planet!" Harry quipped. "George has been taking bets on how long it'll take for you two to just come out and admit it." "I know." Spoke Fred, "I had Colin Creevey place 7 Sickles on it for me." "You bet on us!?" "The odds were on my side! But thanks to Malfoy date-crashing I'm out of it now."

"About that, how did you two get back here so fast?" Ron questions.

"We apparated to The Shack then hauled ass." Y/n answered. "The pros of being 17" Fred winked, pulling y/n back into his chest, resting his chin atop her head. As his arms wrapped around her she nestled herself comfortably within his embrace with a lovestruck smile.

"Right well, as amusing as that was, this-" Ron guestured to the couple, "is gonna turn my stomach. And I'm starving so, Harry, coming to get ready for dinner?" the bluntness causing his best friend to roll his eyes with a chuckle. "Yeah alright. And I'll be sure to tell George all about this if we run into him along the way." Harry joked, waving to the couple as they walked towards the Gryffindor common room.

They stood there for a moment, contently basking in each others warmth before y/n turned in place to face her boyfriend with a cheekily grin. "So, still think I need tips on how to lie?" Fred clicks his jaw as he pretends to be deep in thought. Nodding slowly as he answers, "yeah, yep. Absolutely." "I just successfully dooped not only my Father but Delores fucking Umbridge! Okay? I deserve a frickin' gold star."

Fred can't help but laugh at her comment. "Alright, first of all. 'Dooped'? That is the least cool thing you've ever said. Secondly, you're so cute when you get all sassy. And unfortunately for you, I'm fresh out of gold stars...but I'll happily reward you for that semi-decent performance." Y/ns mouth falls open at the last words, "semi-decent!?" Fred nods innocently, "You sir, are a twat!" She states firmly as she pushes out of his arms making the redhead laugh loudly.

Taking a strong grip to her wrist as she begins to walk away he pulls her back to him, wrapping an arm around her waist as the other fists the hair at the nape of her neck pulling her lips into his.

The kiss is hard and passionate, as if he's trying to make up for their spoiled date in this one moment. And it's working, fireworks erupt within y/ns chest as goosebumps spread over her skin and she can't help the soft moans that sound from her throat. It's perfect.

Fred smiles as he rests his forehead against hers, feeling like he's drunk an entire Cauldron of love potion. "You were brilliant today, love." He whispers. "Fred, that kiss was...wow." he hums in response. "I still want the star though." she goads making him roll his eyes and throw his head back in exasperation. She can feel the silent laughter radiate through his body as she holds him close bringing her head to rest against his chest.

Freds arms hold y/n tighter as he lets out a comfortable sigh, placing his head atop of hers. Eyes softly closing in complete bliss. As fun as all the sneaking around was he could get used to this. Holding her when, where and for as long as he wants? To Fred, that sounds exactly like Heaven.

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A GAME OF DIAMONDS AND HEARTS // H.O.

>> CHAPTER FOUR

“The life that you seek you shall never find. For when the Gods made man, They kept immortality to themselves.” - The Epic of Gilgamesh

(Frenemies to Lovers! Mob AU! ) Harrison Osterfield x Fem!OC

Word count: 2.47k words

Warning: Swearing, knives, anger issues, guns, handcuffs, kidnapping (kind of?), Harrison Osterfield (Yeah, that's a legit warning)

Synopsis: After the sudden death of his uncle and the eccentric multi-millionaire mafia king Lufian Clarke, Harrison Osterfield’s almost decent life is mostly devastated especially when half of what should be rightfully his fortune is transferred to their immediate rival for reasons he doesn’t know. What’s remaining is him trying to figure out how to deal with this collaboration of two rival corporations that don’t belong together and work on the side of the woman he never knew would ever be referred to as his partner in crime while they are dragged into a mess bigger than what they were trained to handle.

<< THREE [ MASTERLIST ] FIVE >>

Sandhya parked the car at the rear side of an autobody workshop next to a white pickup truck that resembled closer to junk than any actual mode of transportation. It was past ten when she pulled there, and the three people Harrison spotted in the shop were on their way to shut it down for the night's call. He had managed to keep a careful eye at what turns she took as the roads forked or what landmarks she crossed on her way, only to achieve practically nothing. He was a stranger to this place and she being the wicked witch she was, had driven in circles so many times that he was sure, she had managed to complicate the path for him in manners that his head failed to unravel.

"We are here, homies." She announced, yawning at the last part, tapping her palm over the dashboard, tugging the keys from the ignition and then pulling the hand brakes.

Kevin groaned, shuffling in his seat, eyes half-lidded, voice groggy with sleep. The women sitting beside him plucked off her earphones, shutting her laptop. Harrison, on the other hand, chose to inspect the unfamiliar surrounding in the comfort of the car, eyes sceptical and narrowing. He ignored the thud of car doors opening and closing only to be disturbed by a sharp noise of metal keys hitting the window on the other side.

He squirmed at the unpleasant sound and turned to look at the intruder as she leaned across from him, on the opposite side of the car, the neon signboard of the car workshop flashing red light over her face. She looked like an angel from hell.

"Are you moving out? Or should I rather lock you up here?"

Harrison tamped down the urge to roll his eyes and stepped precariously out of the car, rolling up his sleeves and buttoning them near his elbows. He followed the three people as they walk down a slope that connected to an underground parking lot. There were a few cars and motorbikes parked there, most seemed to be in a dire need of repair. It took him roughly two minutes to figure out that it was no underground parking. It was a whole ass hideout disguised on the front with unused motors. They walked into a narrow alleyway, passing through several closed doors of what he assumed were rooms to a living area attached to a kitchen. It wasn't well furnished but furnished enough for a stay. Gray unpainted walls, sofas, tables and chairs, fridge, microwave, a small but flattering shelf full of wine bottles and a CCTV monitor to the top corner that covered the outside of their hideout, all the necessities one needs to survive.

"Hey, we will need your phone and your watch." The other woman he didn't know the name of yet, matched his pace, her laptop tucked below her arm, her green hair shorter than his with a cool undercut to the sides. She looked equally chill and nerdy in her baggy checked shirt, a mixture foreign to him.

He paused on his way, casting her a scathing glare, a bored look wiping over his face the next instant, "And why would I give you that?"

"Because Holly needs to encrypt them," Sandhya replied for her, standing beside the taller girl.

"So that it isn't traceable." Holly reluctantly but quickly added. She was younger than them, probably around Harry's age. Harrison could feel an undercurrent of fear floating through her voice.

"Thank you very much, but..." Harrison replied, not missing a beat, shooting a bitter smile at Sandhya before facing Holly, uttering: "No," his lips forming a proper 'o' as he took a step away only to be stopped by Sandhya's hand grabbing his wrist.

"It's not a choice, Harrison." She asserted.

An order.

Something sour lathered at the back of his tongue. A vein in his forehead twisted. Anger? Resentment? Malice? You just name it. He felt all of them at once.

He jerked away from her grip, releasing his arm. When he turned to face Sandhya again, his entire aspect had changed. His shoulders were square and broad, posture imposing, features stone, eyes icicles. They exchanged a long, threatening glare, eyes never wavering. He took a step ahead, expecting her to step back but she didn't recoil, holding her ground. She had the sort of personality you associate stereotypes with: high cheekbones, tall stature, sharp features but she somehow managed to defy most of them. Without her heels and now wearing some flat running shoes, she barely reached his chin, there was something warm about the softness of her features hidden beneath her belligerent attitude. The little baby fat her genetics had blessed over her face, provided her preys with false hopes of mercy. Betrayal at its finest.

He looked down at her and she looked up at him, their shoes bumping, faces inches apart. Realisation ticks through her mind when she looked a second deeper into his eyes.

He was, perhaps, stalling.

Her neck snapped to the monitor embedded at the top corner of the living space.

Shit.

A car had stopped outside their hideout and two armed men emerged from the car, strolling towards the basement.

She identified one of the men. His men.

"Look ou--" She tried to yell but Harrison didn't allow even an ounce of air to escape from her lungs. He'd grabbed her shoulders swiftly, taking advantage of her diverted attention, squeezing her shoulder blades and twisting her body. Her back flushed against his chest.

Both Kevin and Holly grabbed their pistols, the clicking sound of safety pins dropping echoed in the enclosed space. They pointed the weapon at Harrison but he already had a pocket knife pointed at Sandhya's throat while his other arm was pressed beneath her neck, holding her still.

"Keep your guns down or this floor would bathe in her blood." He warned, poking the tip of the knife into her skin, eyes focused on the pistols.

Kevin and Holly hesitated, their eyes flickering at Sandhya's face. Something passed between their eyes, some sort of permission and they threw their guns down, sliding them away from their reach.

"Hands above your head, quick." Harrison added, "And place them on the wall, face the other side."

Holly and Kevin obeyed without questioning, pressing their palms to the walls, while Harrison bent to pick up their pistols, shoving them at the back of his pants, holding Sandhya on a chokehold.

"I'd warned about your men's involvement in Clarke's murder," she whimpered when he placed the blade near her skin again, getting to his feet, "Yet you let them trace our location," she somehow managed to finish the sentence.

"You speak a lot for someone millimetres apart from dying."

"You won't kill me." She said, gritting her teeth.

"Yeah, but I can hurt you," he whispered near her ear, "And we both know how much I'd like that." His warm breath fanned over her cheek as he dug the pointy edge of the blade to the pulsing side of her neck, pressing not enough to cut her but enough to terrify her.

"Arsehole." She muttered, sucking in a breath.

"Tell me something new." His lips twisted into a devilish grin as he dragged her outside, her loose hair tickling under his chin, his arms clenched so tightly around her that she was sure she would still feel them tomorrow.

"I am telling you..." She tried to breathe and speak.

"Sssh..." Harrison interrupted with a shush, the vibrations moving through her flesh, echoing through her bones.

She tried to ignore the effect of his voice on her spine, suppressing the chilling sensation. "We are on the same team," she whispered softly and carefully as if trying to lull a toddler into handling back their parents' important work files.

"Oh well, then I should be the one giving orders."

They walked to the front of the basement. She could spot the shadowy outline of the two men waiting.

She started trying to resist, wiggling her body in his grip.

"Hey, Hey! Behave. This blade won't spare. Don't blame me."

"Let go, Harrison. Your life is on the edge!" She wiggled harder.

Edge.

He couldn't stop but laugh at the irony in the metaphor she chose.

They reached his men and she stilled in his grip. A white man, she identified as Tom (as Harrison had previously pointed out) and the other man she didn't identify was black and taller than all of them, both standing like soldiers in front of her.

"This is Tom. And this is Tuwaine," he introduced his men.

"This could be dangerous for both of us." She was almost pleading now, eyes pooling with tears of irritation and of failure.

"We don't want to kill her," Tom said, passing Harrison a pair of handcuffs.

And here she thought she had the lead.

"Why do y'll keep telling me that?" Harrison groaned at Tom's advice. He had repeated it over, even Sandhya has said the same thing, twice.

"Do I look like a psychotic killer on a killing frenzy?" He grabbed her wrists, fastening the cuffs behind her back, gripping her upper arm. "I know well who and whom I am supposed to hurt, how and where." He clarified, gently pushing her to sit on the back seat of the car. She obeyed this time, having no choice.

"It's not easy to trust you," Tuwaine added.

Harrison nodded, trying to look offended, "Thanks Tuwaine, I needed that," getting into the car, along with her, keeping a good distance between them. He snorted when she swirled her neck to the other side, refusing to look at him.

Tom settled himself on the driver's seat and Tuwaine sat beside him as the car drove off.

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The giant gates of the mansion she'd only seen from far away opened like butterfly's wings, welcoming the car where she sat as a hostage.

"Aren't you delighted seeing this place?" Harrison asked in a tone that was closer to mockery than curiosity.

She still refused to look at him yet could hear the smirk in his voice.

"The place you won in the lottery? Or shall I say, cheated--"

"Fuck off." She interrupted but he went on like a guide, ignoring the cuss—

"The second luxurious property in England, just next to the Buckingham Palace."

She chose to ignore too. The main doors to the estate were wide open. Two women came rushing out when the car came to a halt. One of them opened Sandhya's door, pulling her out, holding her forearm, the other pulled a pistol and a knife from her dress.

"Release her," Harrison said nonchalantly, tossing the keys of the cuffs to the first woman. She unlocked the metal and Sandhya pulled her hands from the woman's grip, rubbing her fingers around her wrists.

She walked in, eyes in the front as Harrison and the crew accompanied her.

"Take her to the guest suite." He said and the same woman nodded.

Before she could grip Sandhya's arm, she moved it away, rushing to Harrison, grabbing his shirt collars with both her hands.

"I'd planned everything so intricately and you... You just ruined it all." She spoke with clenched teeth, eyes glistening with emotionless tears. "Do you--Don't understand the gravity of the situation? We are literally playing with fire." She exhaled forcefully.

He chortled.

Playing with fire?

He had committed various mistakes today, more mistakes than he could recount, more mistakes than he could afford. He had let his emotions get the best of him. He had not inspected Clarke's body, then went to beat Dino's men without even being careful of the various other dangers he could cross paths with, then chose to accompany Sandhya alone, got into a life-threatening car chase, had a sniper pointed to his head.

On top of that, he had also failed to consider the disastrous change the mafia world would go through upon the King's death. Damn, he had already played with fire and it was enough for him.

With Clarke's death: The mafia world has never been so free and so trapped. So vulnerable yet so lethal.

Harrison had discovered that for himself. He fucking knew the gravity of the situation! And that's why he chose to take matters into his own hands. He could trust nobody. Especially her.

"You really need to stop with your habit of holding collars." He held her hand in his, thumbs tracing circles over the back.

She continued to search his face, dark eyes filled with disbelief.

"We will work my way. And..." his face hardened at the conjunction, his thumbs stopped their ministrations as he squeezed her hands tighter. "And when I find your involvement in Clarke's murder, I would not hesitate to put a bullet through your skull."

She snorted this time, pulling her hands back.

"This is what you concluded? This? After everything?" She burst out into a peal of bitter laughter, the one that twisted Harrison's gut.

Her eyes hardened again as she jabbed a finger into his chest.

The next words came out as an unchecked storm out of her mouth, "The life you want, you will never get." Her words were merely whispers but worked their way through his gut, burning his chest, crawling through every fibre of his body and she never seemed to stop.

"You'll never be the next Clarke, you'll never even be half of him. Maybe," she hiccupped, "Maybe, he knew that and that's why he chose me, he chose me over you because he knew how incongruous you were."

She took a step forward, her chest pressing against his, standing on her toes, directly meeting his eyes and raising her voice beyond the point of normalcy, "How you were an insult to his legacy!" Pausing to exhale, she continued, her voice back to low, "It was a pity that he gave you half of his kingdom. You didn't even deserve that. You'll never be him. You are nothing like him."

Harrison bit back his tongue, his icy eyes burning from the lack of blinking. The mansion was dead silent, no one had dared to speak or react. He clenched his fists tight, feeling his nails digging into his palms.

"Take her to the room." He instructed, voice barely above a few decibels. He didn't wait for his words to turn to actions, rather he turned on his feet, striding towards his room, jaws tensed, nerves popping through his burning flesh.

His footsteps echoed behind him.

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if there isn't a second part where I don't see Remus being comforted by his team and Greyback getting his ass handed to him I will set myself on fire (jk you're not forced to do anything I just loved your protective!sirius fic so much)

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Characters belong to @lumoenous

TW: injuries

Sirius hadn't wanted to leave but Remus was sleeping and Dumo had asked him to tell them how Remus was doing.

He was only slightly shocked to see most of the team sitting in the waiting room, but it sent a wave of affection and appreciation to see them all sitting there.

The cubs were all sitting together, Logan was curled into Leo's side seemingly asleep Finn playing with his dark curls as he talked quietly to Leo with his eyebrows furrowed.

James was sitting with Harry in his lap, bouncing him gently as Lily whispered to him and ran her fingers through his hair.

Dumo was talking to Thomas and Kasey who were both shaking slightly, from the cold or worry Sirius couldn't tell.

With the lump in his throat renewed, he went and sat on the floor in front of James and took Harry from him. The rest of the team got quiet as Sirius rested his head on Harry's tiny chest while Harry cuddled in to him cooing.

"Is- is he okay?" Thomas asked, quieter than Sirius had ever heard him. Sirius laughed suddenly, a hysterical, oh-god-i've-lost-my-mind, kind of laugh.

"He's okay. He had five cuts that needed stitches and he had hypothermia so he's drowning in blankets but he's okay. He's asleep right now." Sirius said quietly, staring at Harry instead of looking at anyone else.

He looked up when he heard a dull thud and saw Kasey with a murderous look on his face, his fist having slammed down on the armrest. Natalie grabbed his hand and ran her thumb over his knuckles.

"Who the hell would do that? Why would anyone do that to him?" Kasey said angrily glaring at the floor.

Most of the team seemed to have taken on that view as well. "Who could he have made that mad?" Finn asked with poorly masked anger that woke Logan up.

Leo shushed Finn and rubbed Logan's back as he opened his eyes tiredly. "Wha?" His tired voice slurred slightly and Leo sighed and kissed his head.

"Nothing babe, we were just trying to figure out who did it." Logan tensed for a second before sitting up and running a hand through his hair.

"He-" Logan cut himself off and slumped in the back or the chair. Sirius looked up at him slowly. "Did he say something to you?" Logan swallowed hard and closed his eyes.

"He was probably too tired to tell you but he told me not to say anything until he did." Logan said quietly, his voice sounding as if it had aged five years. Sirius felt his heart sink, it must have been bad for Remus to want to tell him himself.

Sirius sighed and handed Harry back to James. "Okay I'm going to go see if he's awake," he turned and looked at Dumo and the cubs. "Can y'all come with me please?" They all stood up and followed. Logan was moving a little slower than the rest of them so Finn and Leo fell into step beside him on either side.

"Why am I coming?" Dumo asked Sirius as they walked back to Remus's room, Sirius glanced back to Leo, Logan, and Finn before answering Dumo. "I was planning on asking him and I thought he'd probably want the cubs there too so he doesn't have to explain it twice because they mean a lot to him. You're here because if it's bad I don't think Leo will be enough of a peace maker to wound all three of us down."

Dumo nods in understanding as he walked into the room Sirius gestured to. Remus was awake when they walked in, his eyes sleepy in a way that informed Sirius he'd just woken up.

"Hey guys." He said in a scratchy voice that normally would be a turn on for Sirius. Leo smiled at him and took a seat in one of the chairs by his bed, Logan sat in his lap tucking his head under his boyfriends chin while Finn took a spot in front of their chair, his back against Leo's legs.

Dumo sat in the chair on the opposite side if the bed and grabbed Remus's hand before letting go.

Sirius sat on the bed next to Remus, careful of his bruises and stitches. Remus just put his arm around Sirius and cuddled closer. Sirius shivered when Remus's cold skin met his.

"You're warm." Remus said with a sigh and Sirius pulled him closer trying his best to warm him up.

"You feeling any better?" Logan asked from his spot of Leo's lap. Remus nodded, smiling fondly at the three of them.

"I'm okay just a little cold. Did you get them to check you?" He asked and furrowed his eyes when Logan snuggled closer to Leo without answering. "Check what?" Finn asked looking between Logan and Remus.

"Nothing I'm fine." Logan said, his face sufficiently hidden in Leo. Sirius felt Remus huff. "C'est de la merde, prends une couverture." Remus tried to take a blanket off but his fingers were shaking so Sirius took it for him and handed it to Logan who shook his head.

"No. You need it more Loops I'm fine." Remus rolled his eyes and adjusted his head on Sirius's chest. "It's my fault you were out there for so long, just take the blanket."

Logan sighed but Leo took the blanket and dropped it over him, tightening his arms around his cold boyfriend.

"Who did this?" Sirius asked softly, kissing Remus's brown curls. He rested his face there, breathing in the comforting smell. Remus fell silent, his body tensing as his arms tightening around Sirius.

"You can't freak out baby." He said and then added to the rest of the room. "None of you, specifically you Finn because you'll get Logan worked up too." They all nodded, listening to Remus intently. Sirius felt Remus let out a breath against him and his hand found Sirius's.

"I was getting the stuff together and it only took an hour and so I was on my way home and I was walking cause it was nice outside, as I'm sure you all know I love cold weather, and they cornered me. He just, they just punched me a lot a-and they hit my face with their skates. I'm okay though." He added quickly when Sirius let out a low sound.

Sirius took a few calming breaths as he realized who it was that hurt his boy. "They left after a while, he said that it he couldn't get me to stop playing he could break us up." He whispered as he lifted his head and turned to look at Sirius.

Sirius gave him a confused look and held him closer. "How the hell does he think he can do that? Il n'est rien, tu es tout pour moi." Remus laughed sadly and rested his forehead against Sirius's.

"He thought that if he left scars all over my face you would leave me. He thought you'd think me weak. Je l'ai fait aussi pendant une minute." He added softly, closing his eyes so he didn't have to see Sirius.

"Re, no. I would never, mon loup. Tu es belle tu as toujours été et tu le seras toujours. He can't change that." Sirius said fiercely. "I love you for you, how you look is just a plus." He adds trying to lighten the mood slightly, it worked and Remus let out a wet laugh.

Sirius wiped the tears off his face before looking at the cubs. Leo had tears falling silently down his face as he subconsciously hugged Logan closer to his body as his hands found Finn.

Finn was positively fuming, which as Remus had predicted was affecting Logan too. Logan had been relatively calm albeit sad but now he had his fists clenched and he was shaking, this time it was evident anger.

Sirius gave Dumo a pointed look and Dumo nodded slightly as he walked over to the boys. "Alright, Finn you need to calm down, Logan you do too. You'll set Remus off again and inadvertently Sirius too if you keep it up." Logan swallowed thickly and nodded, clutching Leo's hand. Leo bent down and whispered in his ear as he rubbing his thumb comfortingly over Logan's knuckles.

Finn stood up abruptly. "I'm going to go cool off for a second." He mumbled storming out of the room. Leo and Logan watched him go with troubled expressions. "You can go after him, it's all right." Remus said softly.

The two of them hesitated before nodding and going after Finn. Leo hesitated again at the door. "The team will want to see you, is that okay?" Remus laughed and nodded and Leo turned to follow his boyfriends.

Dumo stood up and hugged Remus carefully. "I'm glad you're okay Loops and I'm sorry for what happened. I'll give you two a minute before you get bombarded." He winked before he left and Sirius and Remus laughed.

Sirius adjusted them so he was sitting up and Remus was tucked under his arm, his head resting on Sirius's chest while Sirius rested his chin on Remus's head.

"You okay?" Remus asked after a minute of comfortable silence, Sirius couldn't help the incredulous laugh that escaped him. "You're in a hospital bed with stitches and hypothermia and you're asking me if I'm okay?"

Remus laughed as he playing with Sirius's fingers. "I guess when you put it that way it sounds funny but I know it made you worry all day so I'm sorry." Sirius frowned and lifted Remus's chin with his finger so their eyes met.

"Don't apologize for this, any of this. None of this was your fault in the slightest." He said sternly, trying to get the point across. Remus smiled at him and brought Sirius closer so their lips could meet.

"I love you so much." Remus whispered against his lips and Sirius smiled into the kiss. "I love you too mon loup."

They broke apart as eight people stumbled in. Lily was by Remus's side in seconds, her eyes rimmed in red. "Re," she cut off when he voice wobbled.

Remus held out a hand and Lily clasped it in both of hers. "Oh god Re, everyone was so worried and we couldn't get a hold of you." Lily broke off again and squeezed his hand helplessly.

Remus smiled at her, it was tired but it was there. Sirius had to appreciate his strength to talk to all these people while he was in this state.

"I'm sorry to have worried all of you, but I'm okay. Really." He added when everyone gave him disbelieving looks.

Dumo shook his head while Natalie smiled sadly. "Don't apologize, it's not like you did it on purpose." James said, holding Harry on his hip.

Harry was making grabby hands towards Remus but James was holding him tightly whispering 'not right now' repeatedly. Remus smiled fondly at them.

Kasey and Thomas were bouncing slightly, both being uncharacteristically quiet. Remus cuddled closer to Sirius and smiled at them. "I'm alright I promise. They said I can leave when they get my temperature back up."

Everyone nodded and a tense silence fell over them. "Is everything set for tonight? I was going to go back to finish a few things but I didn't get to it." Remus said, breaking the silence. Leo laughed from where he was standing behind Finn with his arms wrapped loosely in front of Finn's chest.

"Don't worry about that Loops, Moody finished everything. We're leaving at eight tonight if you're out, if not then we're probably going to leave when you get out." Logan said standing next to Dumo, he gave Remus a fond smile.

Remus huffed a laugh. "Y'all don't have to wait for me!" He said chuckling while everyone laughed. "Yeah, like we could get Sirius out of this place before then." Sirius nodded his agreement and Remus laughed, butting Sirius's chin gently.

They all talked and laughed for a while and Sirius just listened, content to have boyfriend in his arms while they were surrounded by their team.

Eventually when everyone left and it was just Remus and Sirius again as they drifted off to sleep.

Sirius was glad he had someone he depended on as much as Remus, even of it caused him stress.

He would choose Remus and the anxiety that came with loving someone so much over a day without anxiety if it meant no Remus in a heartbeat.

#coops #o'knutzy #sirius black #remus lupin #finn o'hara #leo knot #logan tremblay #dumo #thomas walker #kasey winter #james potter #lily evans #fanfics for a fanfic #part two

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This Can't Be.

Pairing: Tom Holland x F!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff (enemies to friends to lovers)

Warnings: mentions of an eating disorder, curse words lol

Requested: By anonymous

How about a Tom Holland x Reader where the reader is also famous and they fight a lot, and then a few days later she stops eating, and ends up exhausted and passes out and he goes to her house crying and apologizing, well, do it cry lol.

Summary: Y/N and Tom are in a new movie together but they don't really get along. Tom calls her a fatty, so she tries to lose weight by starving herself. After she ends up in the hospital, they make amends.

Author's Note: Hi y'all! A request after a such a long time! Also, I would like to apologize to anon if this isn't exactly what you were looking for. I still hope you like it.

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Y/N POV:

"Tom from Marvel? Surely… surely you mean Tom Hiddleston?" I blurted out, my eyes going wide. "No, honey, Tom Holland. He's much closer to you by age, he's the perfect fit," my manager said, giving me a small smile. She knew how much I loathed that man.

"No, shut the fuck up, this can't be! It can't! You know I hate that overgrown manchild—"

"Please, Y/N. Try to understand. This movie can be your next big thing. It's offering a lot of money and they specifically requested for you. Come on, sharing one kiss with him can't be that bad," Ellie tried reasoning. "It can be that bad! I don't like him! It will be awkward! Why don't they choose Zen? She's awesome and they get along well!" I whined, covering my eyes with the palms of my hands.

"She has already done a lot of movies with him. From what I've heard, she rejected this movie and suggested your name. Come on, do it," Ellie urged tiredly. I groaned and flopped down on the bed. "Fine, I'll do it. If I end up murdering that man, try to save me," I muttered. Ellie laughed and left my room.

I curled up on the bed, my stomach turning. Just his name made bile rise up my throat and my blood boil. "Fucking Holland," I hissed under my breath. It all began on the sets of one of the movies we did together as teenagers, called Exile. The thing is, he— wait a minute.

My brows furrowed. What did he even do to me to make me hate him so much? "Come to think of it…" I mumbled, desperately trying to remember why I disliked him. "Eh, still," I huffed; even if I couldn't remember the reason, I hated him.

I got off the bed and went to the bathroom for I had an interview coming up soon.

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Tom POV:

"Ew, Y/N? Are you fucking kidding me, mate? I can't do this movie with her," I spat, glaring at Harrison. "Why do you even hate her? She's such a sweet person," he sighed exasperatedly. "I— she just aggravates me so much! Plus, she decided to hate me first! She is never polite to me, why should I like her?" I stammered, throwing my arms up.

"Whatever. You are doing the movie and you are doing it with her. It's just one fucking kiss, dude, you'll be fine," Harrison said, rolling his eyes. I huffed and looked away when he walked out of the room. "Fucking Y/L/N," I hissed, crossing my arms.

She irked me so much. She always called me names and teased me. Except, when she teased me, she meant every word— she bullied me. I wondered if she had matured and decided to leave our childish banter behind but knowing her, I knew it was impossible. She was an overgrown child. "As if she has grown up," I laughed cruelly.

I shook my head and ridded myself from the thoughts of her, putting on my jacket. I had plans of going to the nearby bar with Harry, Haz and Sam. I wouldn't let Y/N destroy my night with the boys.

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Y/N POV:

"Ugh, is he even coming? See, you can never expect him on time! Probably putting on his diaper or something, that takes time," I grunted, glaring at nothing on the wall in front of me. "Stop being rude, Y/N. Please, leave this old, childish and irrelevant banter and grow up. You don't even remember why you fought with him."

"It's just…" I looked away from Ellie and she rubbed my arm, a small sigh escaping her lips. "Where is she?" I heard and looked up. Tom was looking for me. "Over here, asshole," I called out and he stared at me. For a brief second, a look of confusion and shock came over his face. Then he quickly snapped out of it.

"Still the same entitled brat, I see. I would love working with you," he said with faux affection, a sarcastic smile on his face. "Likewise. Are we done here? I don't want to waste my time with you, I have lots more important things to do. To be honest, really everything is more important than you, so…" I poked my tongue out at him and walked away.

When I was about 15 feet away from him, I wrapped my arms around myself. For the first time in forever, I actually felt guilty about being so rude to him. Maybe Ellie was right, why should I fight with him if I didn't even remember why we started? I couldn't let down my guard now, though, I was too deep into this mess.

If I tried to be more cordial, he would start taunting me even more. I would snap and insult him, thus starting our fight all over again. I'd just have to swallow my guilt and keep being rude, I guess. I shook my head and walked out of the place.

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Tom POV:

"How are you, Ellie?" Despite having enmity with Y/N, I really liked her manager. Ellie, unlike Y/N, was cute, sweet and polite. "Hi Tom, I'm good! I'm sorry about Y/N. I tried to tell her that your banter is childish but she completely ignored me," she sighed and we hugged each other.

"Y/N is a stupid bitch, you don't need to pay attention to her. She has always been rude and bratty, at least you're not like her. You're so much better," I chuckled. Ellie and Haz shook hands, smiling at each other. "Are you sure you'll be comfortable working with each other? What if the fight escalates?" Ellie asked worriedly.

"I will try my best to be friendly with her, I won't let the fight escalate. Nothing should ruin the movie," I sighed, rubbing my forehead. "I don't know why she wants to fight with you, Tom. She herself told me she didn't remember why you fought in the first place and now…"

"Wait, she what?" My eyebrows knit together in confusion. "Yes! She doesn't remember why you started your banter and now she won't listen to me when I tell her to give up the enmity," Ellie said, her lips pulled into a thin line. "Wait, I don't… I don't remember either…" I mumbled. Haz and Ellie looked at each other.

"Why don't you two just try to be friends? Please? Both of you are amazing people, this banter is nonsensical," Haz insisted. "I'll try my best but I don't know about her dram—"

"Tom."

"Ugh, sorry!"

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Y/N POV:

"Yo, wassup pussy! Too scared, huh? No wonder your roast game is weak AF," I laughed, walking into the room with a packet of chips in my hands. Two months had passed since we started working together. For some reason, though, he absolutely didn't try to rile me up with his smartass comments. Somehow, I felt as if he was holding back, but I don't know… I had to find out.

He looked at me and rolled his eyes. "Will you shut up, fatty? I'm trying to do something here and working without your overweight ass will be so much easier! I tried to end our fight but you surely don't want to grow up! Leave and don't come back," he snapped, glaring at me.

I froze. His comment… actually hurt. It hurt me in my heart. Fatty. Overweight. I looked at the packet of chips in my hands and walked up to the nearby bin, throwing it away. I tried to hold my tears in as I ran out of the room to my trailer. Once I was in the comfort of my own trailer, I let the tears roll down my eyes.

For 15 minutes, I sat crying. I felt ashamed of insulting him, now. He grew up. I was still the rude teenager he worked with in Exile. Of course he hated me, I hadn't been nice to him at all. This was my fault. When I finally stopped crying, I looked at myself in the mirror.

I promised myself that I would be more polite to him after this.

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Tom POV:

"Yo, where is Y/N? Our scene starts in five minutes! Ellie?" I questioned, looking at her. "The last time I checked she was in her trailer, should I go check on her?" she offered. I shook my head. "Let me go." I walked out of the room and went to her trailer. "Y/N! Don't you know our scene starts in five minutes? Get your ass up!"

When I got no snide remark in return, my brows furrowed. What was she doing in there? "Y/N?" I called out, knocking on the door. The door, I found out, was open. Against my own wish, I opened the door. A loud gasp escaped my lips. "Y/N!" I shouted, swiftly climbing into the trailer.

She had fallen on the floor, unconscious, her head resting against the bed. My eyes widened in horror when I observed her pale skin and skinny body. Her bones were poking out; it looked as though she was wearing her skin on her skeleton like spandex. "Y/N!" I whispered, picking her up. My heart broke when I noticed how lightweight she was.

"Tom? We heard you shou— what happened?" Ellie gasped, running towards me. "She's too cold, we need to take her to the hospital," I spoke rapidly. The two of us called an ambulance and within half an hour, Y/N was being taken to the hospital. Ellie and I were with her.

"What happened? She… she looks so skinny…" I asked Ellie, my chest heaving. "Fucking hell! She wasn't eating! Every time I offered food she said she wasn't hungry or that she ate already… now I know! She was starving herself! It's been 5 months, she hasn't eaten a single thing—"

5 months. I knew what happened 5 months ago. "Will you shut up, fatty?" I whispered, a sharp pain coursing through my chest. She wasn't eating because I called her fat. I shouldn't have, not when she wasn't fat at all! This was all my fault. Why did I let this happen?

"Tom, is everything okay?" I looked at Ellie, snapping out of my thoughts. "Uh, yeah— yeah I'm good," I muttered. Upon reaching the hospital, Y/N was immediately put up for an emergency operation.

I stayed at the hospital for 5 hours with Ellie, that's how long her operation took. The shooting was temporarily put on hold and news outlets started talking about Y/N being in the hospital. The hospital was shut down.

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Y/N POV:

Darkness. All around me. What happened? Where was I? I tried to open my eyes but it hurt. I groaned and forced them open, trying to sit up. I moved my hands but found out they were connected to something. "Ms Y/L/N!" a surprised voice gasped. "Where am I?" I moaned.

"I'm Dr Watson, you're at the hospital," he said soothingly, scribbling something down on his notepad. "Like Sherlock?" I chuckled weakly, giving him a smile. "I've been asked that many times. Good to know you're feeling better, Y/N," he smiled, ruffling my hair.

He then proceeded to walk out of the room. A few seconds later, Ellie and Tom walked in. "What the fuck, Y/N? You thought starving yourself while shooting a movie was important? Why did you do this? You gave us all a heart attack!" Ellie scolded, glaring at me. I looked away, ashamed.

"I know someone didn't care," I muttered. "If you're thinking of me, you're wrong. I found you unconscious, Y/N, and brought you here. Of course I cared. I would also like to apologize for my rude remark, I shouldn't have called you that," he said, rubbing the back of his head.

I stared at him. He brought me here? "Oh, uh, thank you, I guess," I said softly, giving him a small smile. He smiled back. "I'm going to speak to the doctor, you stay here." Ellie left the room. Tom looked around and finally pointed to the bed. "May I?" he asked awkwardly.

"Sure," I laughed. He grinned and sat down near my abdomen. For a few minutes, there was silence between us. "So, I guess we should stop fighting, huh? I mean, none of us remember why we fought, so…" Tom said, looking out of the window. "You're right. Friends?"

"Friends." We shook hands, smiling at each other. "I'm sorry for all the rude things I've called you over the years, I really am," I apologized sincerely. "I'm sorry, too. Maybe we can forget all that and try to get to know each other?" Tom suggested. "I like that idea," I chuckled.

"Why did you starve yourself, though?" he asked quietly. "Every time I saw food, your voice echoed in my head. Fatty. I lost my appetite and didn't eat," I explained, looking at my lap. "I'm so sorry," he said, frowning at me. "It's okay, I'm fine now. We're friends now, I'll be fine." We gave each other small smiles.

Turns out, I had to stay at the hospital for a month and after that, the shooting would resume. Every single day for a month, Tom and I hung out at the hospital. Our getting-to-know-each-other sessions were going really well; we actually had a lot of interests in common! I would've known this, of course, if I wasn't too busy fighting with him for absolutely no reason.

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Tom POV:

"Today's the kiss scene, right?"

I fixed my bow tie, running a hand through my hair. "Yeah. Thankfully we're friends now, it shouldn't be that awkward." I grinned at Harrison. He grinned back. "I'm glad. Your fight was pointless anyway."

We left my trailer and walked towards the sets. When I walked in, I paused— Y/N was looking adorably stunning in the dress she wore. Her hair was done amazingly and she was chatting with Ellie. Not many people were at the set today, the scene was going to be shot privately.

I had to admit, after hanging out with her for a month, I started forming a crush on her. Maybe I could ask her out on a date, see how that worked out… "Tom! Here!" I looked at Y/N, who waved me over. I walked to her, a wide smile on my face. "You're looking really beautiful," I complimented, smirking a bit when she blushed.

"Not too shabby yourself, sir," she winked. "If you're ready, shall we start?" the director called out. The two of us gave our signals and took our place. The setting was such: A ballroom, the two of us were dancing. We simply had to say I love you and give each other a kiss. Not too difficult, we would be done in five minutes.

"And… action!"

We said those three words to each other, smiled dreamily and leaned forward. When our lips connected, I felt real-life butterflies in my stomach. I liked Y/N and the kiss… the kiss was amazing. "Cut!" We pulled away. After gazing at each other for ten seconds, we burst out giggling. "You're a pretty good kisser, Tom."

"Not too shabby yourself, ma'am," I teased, repeating her previous words. "Wanna get coffee after changing?" she asked, a twinkle in her eye. "Do I? Meet you at the gates in thirty minutes, last one there's a loser!"

"Tom, come back, ugh!" Y/N yelled as I ran towards my trailer. "It's not my fault you're wearing a dress!" I yelled back, laughing loudly. "Shut up!"

Our date went extremely well, needless to say.

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