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Sunflower: Book 1, Chapter 1

Tom Hiddleston x ofc (Mia Sull) Chapter 2 Masterlist Series Rating: M Chapter Warnings: Mentions of sexual health items, alcohol use, Nudity Series warnings: Sexual content, alcohol use

RPF Note- This is a fictional version of Tom Hiddleston. I have and will continue to play with the timeline of his career. All characters are fictional. Out of respect for the actual Tom, I have fictionalized his family members beyond the most basic details as well as as past romantic entanglements. Please do NOT take this romantic work of fiction as disapproval of his current relationship. He appears happy, has a family and I am happy for him. I have a hundred and one fictional versions of him in my head, I don't need the real life man single.

Summary: Las Vegas drew in people like him. Heart broken, lonely and rejected while his ex married someone else. Here he could be anyone though, flying under the radar of his skyrocketing fame.

Las Vegas was home to people like her. Lonely, broke and with the weight of the world on her shoulders. There was never enough of anything except stress. She was one of the countless faces that lived in the shadow of the glittering lights.

Two worlds collide in a drunken night neither can remember. What do you do when what happens in Vegas is a legally binding marriage contract between two strangers?

Chapter One

Shrill ringing cut through the silence. Slitting open her eyes, Mia regretted it instantly. The bright sunlight of the day stabbed her eyes without care for the pain it caused. Blindly, she groped toward the cursed sound of her phone ringing. Pawing at it, she dismissed the alarm or call or alert- what exactly she didn’t know and didn’t care at that moment.

“Fucking hell…” It was hard to talk. Her throat felt like someone had stuffed it full of cotton balls. Her head pounded and it felt like she was floating.

“Agreed…” she could have sworn a voice mumbled behind her. She had had far too much to drink the night before and couldn’t trust her senses.

“Where are you?” The voice was a distant squawk. It turned out that it was a call and, rather than dismissing it she had answered it.

“Fuck.” she said again, not registering much but dragging the phone to her ear. “What?”

“Breakfast. You’re missing from it. Where are you?” It was her sister Ashley on the other end of the call.

Breakfast… shit. Breakfast. “I’ll get right on that.”

“Where are you?” Ashley’s voice was so loud. Was the phone on speaker or was the volume punishing her for the night before?

“Hotel room?” Mia said.

“Mandalay Bay.” The voice behind her offered slightly stronger. The bed shifted under the weight of another occupant moving. The voice earlier hadn’t been a figment of her imagination after all.

“Who was that?” Ashley asked.

“I don’t honestly know.” She admitted, not caring if she hurt the occupant’s feelings but trying to keep her voice down.

If there wasn’t a thousand angry hornets surfing on shifting sand in her skull, it may have occurred to her that admitting that while in a hotel alone- she assumed they were alone at least- with a strange man was likely not the greatest choice.

“Tom.” The mystery man supplied as if that actually gave her any information. Did he expect her to remember him? Did he remember her?

“He says his name is Tom.” Did she even know a Tom? She had no memory of a Tom.

“I heard.” Ashley was not pleased. She was whatever existed below highly displeased was. “Who the hell is-”

“Give me ten to fifteen, kay?” Mia didn’t give her a chance to answer before disconnecting the call.

“What the hell happened?” It took all the strength in her body to roll from her stomach to her back. Her limbs felt like they had been replaced with sacks of potatoes. How much did I drink?

The thought was cut off when she saw him. Light brown hair was lit up gold in the offensively bright Las Vegas morning sun, defining the curl to the short stands. He had a sharp jaw peppered with morning stubble and defined cheekbones. Most importantly, he was without a shirt. Hopefully that was all the clothes missing from him.

He held his hand up over his chest, suspended and looking at it incredulously. A Simple gold ring reflected off his left hand.

Fuck. Her leg brushed against his as she shifted to face him. She was very much naked and anything resembling pant legs did not cover his leg. Fuckity fuck fuck. She fucked a married man. When the fuck did she sink so low?

“I think we got married?” Tom’s voice had fewer cotton balls and gravel now as he shifted again in the bed.

“Oh thank god, you’re not married.” The words slipped out in a breath before the real meaning of his words sank in and she bolted upright. “Wait, what? Fuck.” She yanked the too thin blankets up to her naked chest as soon as the overly cold hotel room air made contact with her bare breasts. In the process, she stole blankets from the mystery Tom. His long toned thigh and hip was reveled and yep- he was naked too.

“I believe we’re married.” The words came slowly, calmly as he watched her. Absently, he tugged the blanket to cover his hip and maintain his cover, though he seemed far less concerned with potential exposure than she was. Who could blame him? His chest and abdomen were toned. No wonder she fell into bed with him.

But marry him? She wouldn’t. She didn’t know him. And they couldn’t, anyway. “There’s no way.”

“Shall we find out?” Muscles rippled and contracted as he sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. His back was as nice to look at as the rest of him. Quickly, she chastised herself for thinking that way.

This was insanity.

Look away, she reminded herself, as he leaned down and slipped on a pair of boxers. Before she could stop herself, she noticed how they hugged the curve of his ass. It was possible he had a nicer ass than her.

Tom rummaged around as she tried to make a gown out of the blanket before handing her a white button-down shirt. It was too large for her and clearly was his. “Your dress is ripped down the zipper.”

“Turn around.”

He complied, but a chuckle slipped from him as he did so. “It’s a bit late for that, eh?”

“We don’t know that.” It was a lie, she knew it was. Her hips ached in a way that made it impossible to lie to herself, but she sure as hell would lie to him.

“The condom in the trash over here says we did,” or maybe lying to him wasn’t an option. “It’s okay if you don’t remember- I only remember bits. We shouldn’t have.”

“But we did.” It killed her to admit that. “Look, if we were so drunk we couldn’t remember having sex, they wouldn’t have given us a marriage license.”

“You think?” It didn’t sound like he was listening to her as he rummaged through some papers that were scattered on the floor.

“I know, Tom- that’s your name, right? Look, these sorts of things happen in movies and books. Sure, you can walk into the clerk’s office and get a marriage license damn near 24/7 and walk out with a license within 30 minutes, but they’re trained to look for people too damn drunk to make that decision.”

“And what if I just found the paperwork?” When she faced him, he was looking at her intently and holding a stack of papers in his hand.

“No.” He pulled the papers from her as she reached for them, eyebrow raised.

“You don’t know me?” His whole demeanor changed with the question, body becoming rigid.

What the fuck sort of question was that? “Should I?”

“It doesn’t’ matter.” Sure, he was hot, but what the fuck was with that ‘do you know who I am?’ shit? But he seemed to relax with that answer. He didn’t look like a mafia throwback at least.

When she reached for the papers again, he let her take them. She didn’t exactly have the right clothes on to try and climb the man to steal them if he had decided to be childish. The official papers were all there. Everything looked legit and the yellow carbon copies were present with the official white sheets missing.

“Fuck me.”

“I would make a joke, but I suspect now isn’t the time.” Tom cracked a slight smile, but she only returned a glare.

“Not the time.”

“So, are we married?”

“I think so.” She wanted to puke. It wasn’t fair. She was so hung over and yet the adrenalin was letting her think through the shifting sands in her brain. There wasn’t anything she wanted to do more than puke in the moment, yet her mouth was dryer than the desert.

“Maria, correct?” Tom spoke softer. “The paperwork said your name is Maria?”

“Mia,” She corrected absently. She was only Maria when someone was mad at her. “Hiddleston? That’s my new name? What the fuck kind of name is that?” Realizing how harsh her words were, she tacked on a quick, “Sorry.”

“I can’t say none taken, but we’re under stress, so I’ll let it pass.”

Fiddling with the ring on her finger, she stood in silence for a moment before sitting in a heap on the bed. It wasn’t her intention to insult his name, but she hadn’t expected to have woken up to a husband.

“Here.” A glass of water waved through the tears she hadn’t realized were gathering in her eyes. “You’re probably dehydrated. I know my head is pounding, yours surely is too.”

“Thank you.” She wasn’t aware of how thirsty she was until she took the first gulp of water to wash down the Advil he also handed to her.

“Slow down,” He cautioned, “or you’ll make yourself sick.

Looking down at the last bit of water in the glass, she was silent as her stomach rolled. They had to do something. This shouldn’t have been able to happen. She couldn’t be married to a stranger.

“We need to file for an annulment.” the words came out softly and silence hung in the air after. “The ring is pretty- hopefully it can be refunded. Do you think you picked it or me?” She was talking to fill the void in the room.

“I did,” He sounded… something. Down. Perhaps the reality of the situation was weighing on him as well. “You wouldn’t have any part of picking it.”

“You remember?”

“Bits and pieces are coming back.”

“You picked a nice one.” The ring fit her well, sparkling with promises fit for a princess she would never get to be. “Hopefully you can get a refund.”

Silence again. There were no analog clocks in hotels anymore, but she could somehow still hear the ticking of a clock marking off the seconds in her soul.

“I can have Ashley, my sister, bring me some clothes and we can go get the paperwork filed.” The words were flowing out quickly, trying to fill the room. “We can get this taken care of and be done with it. You won’t have to see me again. I won’t make it dif-”

“What if we don’t?” Long nimble fingers that made her remember warmth twisted his simple band around his finger.

“What?” Surely she didn’t hear him right.

“I was raised to believe things happened for a reason. The amount of things that should have stood in the way to prevent this- what if it happened for a reason?” He couldn’t be serious.

“So what, we just stay married?”

“Well,” She cut him off.

“We don’t even know eachother!”

This was insanity. He was insane. Why would a man like him want to be married to some random woman he didn’t know? He looked like a goddamn god, surely women fall at his feet. She wasn’t special. Any woman could have fallen into his bed. It just happened to be her this time.

“Hear me out,” He said. It was hard not to look at him. What woman wouldn’t want a tall, handsome man pleading with her while wearing nothing but his well fitted boxers? “Let’s take some time. Let’s get to know eachother. We don’t have to rush-”

“You’re actually insane.” In her exasperation, she flopped back on the bed. The hem of the shirt- his shirt- rode up her thighs, and she quickly sat back up and yanked the fabric down. “If we ‘take our time’, the window for annulment will close. Then-”

“Then we get a divorce.” He said it as if it was that simple.

“Divorce means lawyers and court fees. I don’t exactly have shit to split but-”

“I’m not concerned about my assets.”

“How long do you want? A few days?” She ran her hands through her waves in frustration, but quickly yanked them down again as she felt the hem of the shirt creeping higher again. “I need some damn pants.”

“What about a year?”

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Alcohol was burning in his throat even as he called for another. Ice clanked against the cold glass. Lights and sounds blinked and clanged around him and yet, thanks to the insulation, it sounded distant. Condensation dampened his fingertips.

It was childish; he knew that. He was far too grown to be drowning his sorrows in a bar. It was risky too- with the attention and influx of fans, he could only dream of it wouldn’t be unexpected for someone to recognize him.

“Excuse me?” A soft voice called behind his shoulder. This was it, he was found out.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m on per-” She slipped into the empty seat next to him. The bar was packed, and it had only recently been vacated. Though he looked at her, she had her eyes on the bartender.

“Washington apple?” She ordered.

Brown waves cascaded down her back. Were they as soft as they looked? The scent of flowers clung to the surrounding air.

“Mia!” The bartender knew her. “Shouldn’t you have gone home hours ago?”

“No point. I wouldn’t sleep anyway.” The glass slid into her hand with practiced coordination that gave away a history between her and the bartender.

“Why’s that?” He shouldn’t be listening in on their conversation, but the whiskey buzzed in his head, making it hard not to.

“AC is down. No one would get any sleep, anyway.”

Tom downed his whiskey and ordered another. His ex may be getting married, but why should he spend that time alone?

“I couldn’t imagine trying to sleep here with no air conditioning.”

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“Are you Alice’s friend?” Jayne said, before he could turn to leave. “Yes! That’d be me. I’m Tom.” He smiled and held out his hand. “I’m Jayne.” She smiled back and shook his hand. “Come right in, Tom. You’re right on time. We were just getting started.”

She led him into the dinning room where everyone welcomed him. Alice jumped up to give him a hug. “I’m so glad you could make it!” Turning around, she introduced him. “Tom, this is everyone. Everyone, this is Tom. He’s new to town.”

Everyone welcomed him. The only free spot was a corner seat across from Alice. Jayne sat at the other corner across the table. Looking at the delicious food, Tom dug right in. “I could smell this as soon as I got out of my car. It all looks amazing!” All those around the table heartily agreed. They loved coming whenever Jayne hosted. Not that the others were bad (except Harry who’d been banned from cooking for the group after the last disaster). They just preferred Jayne’s cooking.

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the spare // chapter sixty-seven // death eater ! tom hiddleston oc x plus size ofc - voldemort wins au

story summary:

While on a mission to avenge the death of her best friend, Ilvermorny graduate Melisa Alder finds herself in the middle of the fight to defeat Voldemort. Upon capture after the Dark Lord's triumph, she's being sold at an auction with other muggle borns and blood traitors. Her only hope is also her only bidder - the tall, dark, and handsome Thomus Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's younger half-brother. Is he just another Death Eater or is he hiding more than just his face beneath the mask? Will she realize her true potential to be one of the resistance's greatest weapons?

*a Voldemort Wins AU with Tom Hiddleston cast as an OC x a plus size protagonist* *takes place in The Auction universe by Lovesbitca8*

words for this chapter: 8k warnings for this chapter: drinking, a wee bit of p in v

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

my lovely beta reader 💕 banner credit @cafekitsune

Chapter Sixty-Seven:

It’s the day after Christmas and I spend it overthinking, worried about this ‘gathering’ at Cliveden. To distract myself, I fiddle around with the new camera Thomus bought me.

And I might have taken a few… dozen pictures of him.

Okay, that might be an exaggeration, but regardless I now have images of him sitting at the kitchen table with a book, typing away at his desk on the typewriter, and even one I convinced him to take with me in the reflection of the bathroom mirror.

“I think I’m… nervous,” I say as we’re getting ready to leave.

Thomus finishes adjusting the collar of his cloak around the collar of his sweater and gives me a curious look. “You likely have more in common with them than I do.”

I shift on my feet, clutching the Tupperware full of cookies tighter. “I highly doubt that. Ever since you told me about this party, all I can think about is the time you spanked me in front of them.” A satisfied smile spreads across his face as he chuckles and pulls a forest green knit scarf from beneath his cloak. “Are we all just supposed to pretend like that never happened?” He steps closer and loops the scarf around my neck, eyes focused on the task. “Are you even listening?”

“Of course.” His eyes snap up to mine as he flips one end of the scarf over my shoulder and the other down my front. “You have nothing to worry about.”

I release a strained groan and fidget with my Ilvermorny Christmas sweater, pulling the hem further down around my hips. “Let’s just go.”

We Apparate straight there and I’m gonna be honest, I have no idea what to expect. The few parties Jacob Astor has hosted that I’ve witnessed have varied wildly. From a super serious Death Eater meeting about human trafficking to dancing with Thomus while high on a lust potion - you never really know. Not to mention, the usual crowd has been an unfortunate audience to my most embarrassing moments in the last six months.

I shudder out of my thoughts while we trek to the large hosting room. The smell hits me first, cinnamon and oranges, and then I register the song playing gently from the corner of the room, Bing Crosby’s White Christmas . An Elf snaps away our outerwear as we approach the open doors.

The room is absolutely decked out . Floating candles light the room, hovering just under the high ceiling. Fake snow drifts down from a dim grey sky, fresh holly on every sconce. In the center of the room against the windows is a massive tree, covered in tinsel and twinkling lights. The grand fireplace is crackling with a delicious smelling fire. We walk closer to the tree, where people are gathered around on couches and chairs, and I can make out what lights the top of the tree... A bright, glowing Deathly Hallows mark.

Well, that’s fucking weird.

I don’t have time to think on it further before Jacob Astor is standing before us. He looks as dashing as ever and not so surprised that I’m not currently blind. He smiles at both Thomus and me, and I wish I could tell if he’s being sincere.

“Glad you guys could make it,” Jake says cheerfully as he shakes Thomus’ hand, but he’s looking at me.

Thomus smiles in return, looking more relaxed than he usually does when we’re out. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

As they exchange a few more pleasantries, my eyes wander beyond Jake, trying to see if there’s any familiar faces. I clock Kyle sitting near Will when Jake says something that recaptures my attention. “I see you had your very own Christmas miracle.”

Thomus’ arm slides around my waist. “Yes, I had some very good luck.”

I don’t miss the double meaning to his words. I wanna remark about how his good luck was really my hard work, but I bite my tongue and force a shy smile as Jake turns to shake my hand as well.

Jake gestures to a food and drinks table set up along a wall. “Help yourselves. I think Will’s trying to start up some drinking games here in a minute.”

I start walking toward the table before Thomus, mostly because I’m eager to exchange this box of cookies for something with alcohol in it. Towards the desert section, I glance back over my shoulder to make sure no one but Thomus is watching me slide trays aside, making enough room for my offering.

Finally with free hands, I scooch next to Thomus standing by the drinks.

“Can I pour you anything?” he asks me.

My eyes scan the bottles, then point to the one I want. “Yeah, can I get orange juice with Malibu?”

He reaches for the white bottle I pointed to and pours a double into the iced glass he’s holding. “Coconut rum?” he questions as he’s reaching for the pitcher of orange liquid.

“It’s my go-to,” I say as I grab a coffee straw, taking the glass and stirring it once it’s full. I take a sip and it’s just right. He’s busy pouring his own glass of whiskey, but I offer him the straw anyway. “Wanna try?”

I briefly pull his eyes away from pouring as he leans down to wrap his lips around the straw. There’s just something about seeing his jaw flex like that that has me pinching myself.

“Well, it’s certainly a combination of flavors,” he says after swallowing.

I snort and forget what I’m about to say when I feel an arm brush my other shoulder. When I see who it is, I relax. “Oh, hi.”

Will’s eyes immediately find the box that doesn’t match the rest of the dishes and nabs one of the bright red cookies. “Oh, hi,” he teases after he takes a bite. His face is sans beard and rocking a stache now. “You guys ready to get trashed?”

“What’re we playing?” I ask, taking a few big pulls of my drink.

“Anything,” Will answers immediately. He pulls out his wand and summons a tray pre-loaded with tiny cauldrons just big enough for shots. A bottle of firewhiskey floats from the collection before us and starts filling the cauldrons. “Got nothin’ but a good time on the agenda.”

“Can we play Thunderstruck?” I ask.

Will beams. “Fuck yeah we can play Thunderstruck.”

As Thomus and I follow Will back to where everyone else is gathered, Thomus leans in. “Should I know what that is?”

I can’t help but smile. “Oh, you’ll find out.”

There’s an empty loveseat Thomus pulls me onto. He tucks his arm around my waist again as he settles back, practically tucking me into his side.

As Will passes out the shot cauldrons, I can finally sneak a peek at who’s actually here. Kyle and Will - and obviously Jake. That Roosevelt guy is here, too, but I forget his first name. There’s a pretty blond woman talking to Jake that I don’t recognize and… oh, that’s it. Small group, I see. Which I will admit I’m glad for.

I take the first shot that Will offers me and I down it immediately before putting it back and grabbing another one. I haven’t really eaten much today, so the alcohol hits my stomach like a warm blast.

“Alright, I wanna make a toast,” Jake announces, standing with his shot held out towards the blond next to him. “Firstly, to my sister, Diana, for the last minute decorating.”

“Well, you obviously weren’t going to do it,” Diana says with a laugh.

“Exactly,” he says. “And then to all of you - for making this past year as successful as it has been.”

For one blissful moment I had allowed myself to forget why I was here, why they’ve had such a successful year. It takes .2 seconds for the anxious pit in my chest to grow twice its size. I’m the first one to finish my shot and then sip heavily on my cocktail to wash the taste down.

“Alright, the first game we’re playing is Thunderstruck, so everyone top off their drinks,” Will says, heading over to where the Christmas music’s playing from.

Since mine is already more than halfway gone, I shoot to my feet to fill it back up. I’m not the first one to the drinks table because Kyle is there ladeling in some kind of fizzing purple punch.

“Want one?” Kyle asks as I glance over my shoulder at Thomus, who briefly looked at me before turning to greet Diana.

“Yes, please,” I reply. “Two actually.”

“This your doing or his?” he asks, his voice low. By this he doesn’t even have to clarify - I just know.

I look up at him and shrug with one shoulder. “Mine.”

“Hmph,” he grunts unhappily. He finishes filling the first glass and then starts the second.

“What, don’t believe me?” I ask, taking a sip of the punch. Elderberry and something that tastes like Aloe juice.

“I believe you,” he says quickly. “Now it’s just my turn to hold up my end of the bargain.”

I sigh heavily. “You haven’t figured out how to get me away from Thomus yet, have you?”

“Well, I have a few ideas, but I don’t think you’re going to like them.”

“Such as?”

Before he can answer, we get called back to the group to start the song. I’m supposed to hide the fact that I have my magic, so with both hands I carefully cradle my half drink plus the two new ones back to the loveseat. Thomus is still chatting with Diana, a conversation I’ve completely tuned out, so I just slide our drinks onto the coffee table in front of us.

“Melisa, can you explain the rules?” Will asks.

I’m a bit taken aback by the use of my whole first name - especially being pronounced correctly - instead of my last. Everyone’s eyes are on me now, so I take a deep breath before spilling the details. “Okay so, we go in a circle and every time the song says ‘thunder’, one person drinks until they say ‘thunder’ again, and then the next person starts and so on and so forth, does that make sense?”

“I’ll start!” Will says before pressing play and jogging over. He comes to sit on the armrest of our loveseat.

The first few thunders come in quick succession, so once Will goes, I go, and then Thomus. The thunders go around the circle a few times before the first long stretch lands on Thomus, who has to finish his whiskey, and with some encouragement, grabs the punch I push towards him. With the circle being small, by the time the song’s over, everyone has finished their drinks.

“Now that we’ve all settled in,” Will jokes, “the next game we’re playing is called Captain.” He sets the music back to Christmas music and turns the volume down to a background level. “Usually, it’s played with a pirate's hat or a sailors hat, but since it’s Christmas - “ he waves his wand and a Santa hat appears on Diana’s head, much to her delight “ - this is what we’ve got. Does everyone know how to play?”

I shake my head, noticing the alcohol has started to loosen my limbs. I’d finished my cocktail during the game and have started on the punch - which I swear keeps refilling itself.

Diana rubs her hands together conspiratorially and leans forward over Thomus to explain. “Whoever has the hat gets to pick someone to do a dare. If they do the dare, then we all take a shot and they get the hat, but if they don’t then they’re out of the game. Last person in the game wins.”

I smile at her. “Please don’t pick me first.”

She laughs. “Don’t worry, I got my eyes on someone else.” She jerks her chin towards Jake, who immediately dons this ‘oh shit’ face. She leans back, crossing her arms with a shit eating grin.

“Why’s it called Captain?” I ask. “Just because of the hat?”

“Whenever someone gets the hat, we’re supposed to say ‘Aye, Aye Captain’,” Thomus explains for me, his face leaning in close.

I immediately giggle. “Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?”

He runs his hand down my thigh and tilts his head in confusion. “What?”

I shift in my seat, getting closer to him so our thighs touch. “Nevermind.”

“Aye, aye Captain!” Roosevelt and Will shout.

Diana taps her chin like she’s still considering. “Hmm, dear brother, what shall I make you do?” Then she grins. “I dare you to take your socks off with your teeth and wear them tucked into your collar for the rest of the game.”

My head quickly swivels to where Jake is sitting to get his reaction and he does not disappoint. His face scrunches up in disgust as he slouches in his seat, already toeing off his nice shoes.

“Hopefully those aren’t the ones you were wearing yesterday,” Will laughs. “Or are they?”

“Shut your trap, Hoffman,” Jake grumbles.

We all wait with baited breath as he grabs his calf to pull his foot closer to his face. He quickly traps the sock between his bared teeth and pulls. It slips off and he does the same to the other one before tucking them both into his collar.

He grins triumphantly and quickly summons house slippers for his bare feet. “Ha!” he says. “Drink up, assholes.”

We all take our drinks as the Santa hat gets transferred to Jake.

“Aye, Aye Captain!” we all shout.

His eyes jump from person to person, and he’s quick to settle on Kyle, who clearly isn’t paying attention.

Kyle’s sole focus is on Thomus, blatantly staring at him with something akin to determination and consideration.

The look quickly disperses as my stare gives Jake’s intention away and Kyle’s expression neutralizes.

“Kyle,” Jake says. “I dare you to serenade the person to your right.”

Kyle sighs dramatically, rubbing his hand down his face. “I’m not nearly drunk enough for this.”

Nevertheless, he swiftly gets down on his knees in front of Diana, a hand clutched over his heart. As he’s clearly about to break out in song, I briefly wonder if he’ll have a decent singing voice, and I find out soon enough as he belts out the easily recognizable first notes to All I Want for Christmas is You . His voice is off-pitch and scratchy, and I genuinely can’t tell if he’s being bad on purpose or not. Everyone starts laughing and I can’t help but join in.

When he gets to the end of the first verse, he takes Diana’s hand and gives the back of it an exaggerated kiss. We give him a round of applause as he takes his seat. Jake gives Kyle the hat while we take our drink for the round.

It doesn’t surprise me that Kyle chooses Thomus, I only worry what he’ll make him do. He’s looking around, trying to come up with an idea until his eyes land on Thomus’ drink in his hand.

“Malfoy, I triple doxy dare you to… finish yours and Alder’s drinks in one go.”

Thomus scoffs. “And here I thought you were going to pick something difficult.” He quickly finishes the rest of his punch in a few gulps before trading glasses with me. “Tada,” he proudly announces after easily downing the rest of mine, then he stands holding our four empty glasses by the rim in one hand. “Drink up.”

As Thomus goes across the room to refill our punch, Kyle leans forward, staring at me intently.

“We need to get him drunk,” he hisses low.

I blink at him in surprise, then jump my gaze first to Thomus’ back and then to the rest of the group. No one seems as surprised as I am. Even Roosevelt, who I overheard someone refer to him as Eric, doesn’t bat an eye. Is everyone in on this plot?

“That’s your plan?” Will asks incredulously.

“It’s the start of one,” Kyle answers. “Get him so drunk he passes out and she can just… leave.”

“Just leave ?” I ask. I look to the windows, searching for that shimmer from the magical barrier from before. “What about -”

“The tattoo doesn’t work here,” Jake quickly adds. “And there aren't any additional wards to trap you here.”

Everyone is looking at me, waiting for my response. My heart has leapt to my throat to block any logistical questions I have before Thomus swoops back into his seat.

“What’s that look for?” Thomus asks me. I quickly snatch the glass he hands me to swallow my thrumming heart back into my chest.

Diana jumps in for my rescue. “I was just telling her about my ex.”

“Oh Merlin,” Thomus groans, slumping back against the loveseat. “It’s not a story about me, is it?”

What? Jesus fuck, these people keep smacking bludgers at me one after another.

I try not to react outwardly to the news that Diana and Thomus used to date, even if this news is just as jarring as the imminent plan for my escape from him. I focus on her, really taking in what she looks like. Extremely tall and willowy with big round hazel eyes and a cupid’s bow mouth. Jealousy flares up inside because I can’t help but compare us. Her thighs combined are the size of just one of mine.

She flips her long dirty blond hair over her shoulder and crosses her legs, perching an elbow on the armrest of her chair. “No, but I ought to, shouldn’t I?”

“Definitely not,” Thomus says, quickly sitting forward with a hand outstretched towards Kyle. “Pass me the hat.” He settles the white faux fur rim of the Santa hat over his dark curls.

“Aye aye, Captain!” they all shout. I’m too anxious and fixate my eyes on my drink, still fizzing on the coffee table in front of me. My mind is racing with all that could potentially happen. Where would I go? How long could I hide? Could I be summoned back because of the tattoo? If the idea is to get me close to Voldemort, wouldn’t fleeing just put a target on my back? I wonder if I’d be able to get a message to Hermione about -

Thomus’ hand brushes down my arm. “Melisa?”

My eyes snap to his, focused on me, and I swallow around nothing. “Yeah? Sorry.”

He gives me a sly smile. “It’s your turn.”

“Alright,” I sigh, making a face. “Lay it on me.”

He takes a deep breath and I expect it to be something genuinely challenging, but in all honesty it’s a bit underwhelming. “I dare you to sing the alphabet… backwards.”

I snort. “Jokes on you because I was taught that in the second grade.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” he grins. “Let’s hear it, then.”

Looking at him, I feel less nervous about making a fool of myself in front of everyone else. So I start to sing, keeping my eyes on him or on his person, because after a few moments the prolonged eye contact makes my face heat.

Even after I’m finished with the letters, I keep going with the end of the song. “ Now we know our ZYXs’, next time we will go to Texas. ”

Will laughs. “Why the fuck are we going to Texas?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. Ask Mr. Morley.”

“Who the fuck is that?”

“My elementary school music teacher,” I reply smoothly. “Now drink the fuck up.”

Jake is the first to finish his drink, so he stands to get a refill. “We should play something else. All our dares suck, no ones gotten out yet.”

“I’ve got a good one,” I say quickly. I’d taken a drink, too, because why not? Who wants to make hard decisions sober?

I pluck the Santa hat off Thomus’ head and slip it over mine. “You ready, Will?”

Will squares his shoulders, facing me dead on, expression serious. “Born ready.”

“I dare you to recite a poem - any poem, but you -” I start to blow a raspberry with my tongue in between every word “- have to talk like this.”

Will snickers. “You got that from Spongebob.”

“So what if I did? You still gotta do it,” I smile. “And I don’t think I heard my ‘aye aye, Captain’.”

Jake and Kyle are the only ones who don’t say it. Kyle is lost in his thoughts if his dead eye stare at his drink is evidence enough, and Jake is too far away at the food and drinks table to care.

It’s hard to keep the grin off my face as Will complies with my dare. “ Mosquito lands on my cheek. I try to slap her, but I just slap me. ” He finishes by standing with a bow.

“That’s it?” Diana protests. “It was so short.”

“It’s a haiku,” Thomus explains. “A type of Japanese poem.”

“Oh, yeah that’s right,” she says. “Do you still work for the Daily Prophet? Or has that taken a backseat for… other things?”

“A bit of both, really,” he sighs. “The Dark Lord hasn’t required much of me lately, so I’ve been helping Barnabas Cuffe with editing. In addition to helping my sister-in-law with the New Year’s Eve Gala she’s hosting.”

“Speaking of,” Jake says, rejoining the group, “why weren’t we invited?” It’s obvious he’s not really offended, just genuinely curious.

Thomus sighs and speaks with a hint of resentment. “Only the Sacred Twenty-Eight and whoever’s crawled up through the Dark Lord’s ranks, I’m afraid. Not even the Lots are allowed to be present.”

“Well, if you’re free, Melisa,” Diana says, speaking to me. “You’re welcome to come to a New Years Eve party here. It would just be us and a few of my girlfriends from Oxford.”

I’m genuinely shocked and flattered that this goddess is inviting me to a party, but I know that this has to be a backup plan for escape if tonight doesn’t go as Kyle wants it. I don’t even get a chance to respond because Thomus puts a possessive hand on my leg, wedging his long fingers into the tight space between my thighs.

“Unfortunately, that’s not possible,” Thomus says, speaking for me with a tone of finality, and doesn’t even bother to explain why.

She peers at us curiously for a moment before realization dawns. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I totally forgot.”

The tray with all our mini shot cauldrons fill back up as Thomus just gives a silent nod of acknowledgement.

We play another couple rounds of Captain before all the drinks finally start to do their job and loosen everyone up. I know I’m starting to feel it, especially when I stand to go find a bathroom.

Thomus insists on accompanying me, especially when I steer towards the bathroom down by the kitchens. He takes me back out to the lobby, showing me where the bathrooms are there. Secretly, I’m glad, because I don’t think I’d be able to make it up and down all those stairs without tripping at least once. I don’t think Thomus would either, based on how many times he bumps into me.

He even follows me into the women’s bathroom, insisting that it doesn’t matter since we’re the only ones in there.

“I didn’t realize how clingy you were,” I tease, saddling my way into one of the stalls to do my business.

He slides into the one next to me. “Oh, poppycock. I’m just being a gentleman and making sure you don’t fall in.”

My laugh is sharp and loud in the echoey bathroom. “That actually happened to me when I was in preschool. The seat wasn’t down so my butt got all wet and I just sat there waiting to be rescued by a teacher.”

I hear his warm chuckle. “How old were you?”

“Four,” I say as I finish and leave the stall to wash my hands. He joins me a moment later, still chuckling to himself. “What?”

He shakes his head absently. “Nothing, you’re just… adorable.”

I snort as I reach for a paper towel. “Right.”

He dries his hands too and quickly reaches for me as I try to pass him to the door. He leans back against the counter, a hand on my hip and one on my cheek, pulling me towards him. I don’t resist and lean into him, our lips quickly meeting. My arms snake around his waist, wanting a hug at the same time, because it strikes me that if I leave tonight… this could be it.

I still have a million doubts and questions that need answered, but right now… right now he wants me and I need to bask in it for as long as I can, while I still have the chance.

I deepen the kiss and I boldly slip one of my hands to the front of his jeans. He’s already semi-hard, but at my touch, he groans and bites my lip.

“You want to do this here?” he asks, his voice husky.

I nod, my other hand coming around to undo his pants and slip my hand inside. “I want you so bad.”

He drags kisses along my jaw and down my neck. “It’ll have to be quick.”

“And hard,” I breathe, practically panting with want already.

Determination in his movements now, he flips us around until my fupa is pressed against the sink counter and he’s grinding against my ass. He moves my hair away from my neck, sensually kissing the soft spot below my ear. Over my sweater his hands slowly grope down from my chest, then my stomach and the fleshy “handles”, as he’s called them before, where my fupa meets my hips.

I push my ass back against him. “I thought you said we had to be quick.”

He bites my neck, wringing a moan from me. “Patience,” he warns.

One hand lets go of my handle and slips underneath to firmly cup the junction between my legs. I sigh heavily and whine, rocking my hips, increasing the pressure on my clit.

“Fuck,” he groans out. Finally he hooks his fingers into my waistband and yanks my pants and undies down to my knees. I push my ass out towards him when he takes a step back to pull his cock out. He moans when his tip pushes through my lips, feeling how wet I am. Then he doesn’t waste a second longer and slides home.

I cry out, biting my lip in an attempt to keep it muffled. I plant my hands on the smooth cold counter and immediately start rocking back and forth, desperately impatient. With a hand on the center of my back, he pushes me forward while snapping his hips to my ass, seamlessly sliding into the pace I’d set. Quick staccato slapping echoes around the room as he thrusts hard and deep. My eyes roll back into my head, hardly aware of the noises I’m making because I’m too busy losing my mind to the pleasure.

He slows all too soon, pulling me back up to attach his mouth to my neck again. My back bends to accommodate him, and while still keeping him buried to the hilt, my chest juts out. He takes advantage of the position and pushes my sweater up until his fingers find the band of my bra and he pushes that up too. My heavy breasts fall into his hands and he groans, pinching my nipples, and fucking into me with slow, but hard thrusts.

My eyes flutter open briefly, a sudden urge to see. He’s fucked me in front of a mirror before, but he hasn’t done it since I’ve gotten my sight back. Admittedly, I have a bit of an out of body experience, looking at what’s happening instead of feeling it. I hate what I look like, of course. Sometimes in my head I look different than I really do and seeing myself in the mirror can be pretty jarring.

But then I look at Thomus’ face. He’s so… wrapped up in me, hands full, mind clearly numb with ecstasy.

I close my eyes again, grimacing, swallowing down the sudden onslaught of longing and loss. It’s probably all the alcohol, but tears fill my vision because I just can’t bear losing this. I quickly blink them away, avoiding looking in the mirror again.

I don’t want to ruin the moment, so I start pushing back against him again, urging him to pick up the pace.

He obliges me for a few moments until he slows to a stop. He’s still panting and holding me against him before he sighs heavily.

“Darling, you feel amazing, but I don’t think I can finish,” he murmurs hesitantly, sounding regretful.

I nod, sniffling. “It’s okay, we can stop.”

He pulls out and I swiftly right myself, pants back over my hips, bra holding what it should, sweater in the right place. It’s only then that I look in the mirror again. Luckily he didn’t bite me too hard, so there’s no hickey to cover up. I just wet my fingers and run them through my hair before flipping it back over. Leaning close to the mirror, I check that my makeup is still good.

“Were you crying?” he asks point blank, staring at me in the mirror.

“No,” I lie, but I feel a river about to gush out of my nose, so I quickly snag a paper towel and blow into it. “I just had to sneeze real bad and didn’t wanna ruin the moment.”

Fully dressed again, he slides a hand down my butt, gripping it appreciatively. “I’d be happy to help you finish,” he suggests.

I shake my head. “No, it’s okay,” I say, forcing a reassuring smile on my face. I rock up onto the balls of my feet to plant a quick kiss on his cheek. “Still scratched that itch and felt amazing.”

He takes my hand, pulling me to the door. “Then let’s get back. Hopefully they won’t give us too much grief for taking so long.” He smirks down at me and winks. Actually winks . It's such a quick thing, but it makes my heart contract in my chest with the need to be wrapped up in him again.

God I’m so fucked.

~*~

As predicted, when we return Will and Jake are quick to wolf whistle. They’re over by the music and Thomus joins them while I sink into his seat next to Diana. My face has got to be as red as my sweater, but Diana doesn’t comment on it. She just hands me a full shot cauldron with an understanding look. Grateful, I take the shot. Getting dicked down sobered me a bit more than I wanted.

Eric is busy scribbling away in a little notebook and next to him is Kyle and his stupid judgmental face.

I ignore him and focus on Diana. “So what did you study at Oxford?”

“I studied Art History,” she says, “but I didn’t get, like, a degree or anything. I just wanted to know a little more about the art I was seeing in the museums here.”

“That’s one thing I haven’t done since I’ve gotten to England,” I say. “I used to love going to museums.”

She tilts her head, looking curious. “Were you meant to stay long?”

I shrug. “I had an internship at the Daily Prophet, which I’d been hoping would lead to a full time position at some point.”

“Oh, so you worked with Thomus then?” she asks. “You knew him… before.”

“No, actually,” I say, reaching over for my punch. “I… He wasn’t around all that much while I was there.”

“What gives with the Deathly Hallows mark on the tree?” Kyle asks out of the blue. “You know it’s just a story, right?”

Diana, who’s clearly much more sober than Kyle is right now, looks at him without mirth. “It’s very real.”

I nod along, knowing all too well the truth behind the Deathly Hallows.

“Grindelwald murdered a lot of our family with the Elder Wand,” Diana continues. “Not to mention, I’ve seen invisibility cloaks with my own eyes.” She grimaces. “And yes, I know what I just said is an oxymoron.”

With another pull of my drink, I feel gutsy enough to ask something that’s been on my mind for a while. I lean closer to her and lower my voice. “So… has your brother… always been… “ I sigh. I feel silly saying ‘on our side’, but how else can I put it? “I don't know, I guess I'm asking about allegiances.”

Kyle gives me an ‘are you serious’ look. “Of course he’s been in on it,” he says, as if it should’ve been obvious.

“The entire time?” I ask skeptically, distinctly remembering how not nice he was when we met the night Montague got beat the fuck up by Thomus.

“He’s playing the long game,” Diana explains. “Jake’s very good at wasting The Great Order’s time.”

Her eyes are on the three men in the corner and I turn to look just as the three of them take a shot. “Does Thomus know?” I ask, my voice low.

“Thomus is under the impression that Jake just has reservations about certain things,” she says.

“Participating without actually participating,” I surmise.

She nods. “Exactly.” Her gaze is drawn to Eric, and she stares at him for a moment before she asks, “What happened to your hand, Eric?”

Eric looks up, seeming to have forgotten where he was. He looks around and finds the three of us looking at him. Then the question seems to sink in and he looks down at his hand. Bandages wrap around his palm and twist up his two middle fingers.

“Oh, I uh, had a bit of an accident a few days ago,” he says. “Working on the…“ He eyes me for a second before looking back at Diana. “On the thing.”

“You don’t have to speak in code,” Kyle says to him. “She can handle a few more secrets.”

I nod in agreement, though really it has nothing to do with how good I am at keeping secrets. I’m just too nosey for my own good.

“Right, sure, yeah,” Eric says. He looks down at his notebook. “I’m having a bit of a timing issue. I think I’ve got the explosive strong enough, but it seems the stronger it gets, the less time I have before it goes off.”

I quickly glance back at Thomus, catching him downing another shot, before turning back and whispering, “You’re building a bomb?”

He nods. “Something powerful enough to break through Anti-Apparition wards.”

My eyes widen. “That’s a thing?”

The corners of his mouth turn up in an amused grin. “I’m definitely trying to make it one.”

“Do you have the recipe?” I ask, a bit eager. “I’ve had a similar issue with magical film developer. I might be able to help.”

“Yeah, here.” He flips through a couple pages until he lands on a spread that’s definitely got more use than the rest, then passes it to me.

As I scan the page, I see that a few of the core ingredients are the same, just how they’re incorporated is slightly different. The measurements are also scaled down for testing purposes.

“If this were to scale, how much willow root would you add?” I ask.

“The entire root, but I chop it up.”

“If you grind it down into a powder and then weigh it, it’s easier to be more precise with the amount you add,” I explain, not looking up from the page. “And you’re not adding nearly enough bursting mushroom powder.”

When I look up, Eric’s head is tilted, his eyes unfocused, his mind clearly running away from him with this new information. “Interesting,” he says.

“Magical film developing potion always implodes on itself. It’s just a fact. But I’ve made it so much that I can time it down to the second it’ll implode,” I explain. “Would you… want me to write the recipe down for you? Then you can compare.”

He blinks back into focus, nodding eagerly. “Yes, please do. Here.” He passes me his pen and I quickly jot down my recipe on the next available page in his book.

By the time I’m done, the music gets turned up, and the three in the corner start making their way over to us. I toss down the rest of my drink before reaching for Thomus’, but Kyle stops me.

“Don’t,” he warns.

I quickly put two and two together. “What did you put in here?” I demand with a hushed voice.

“Relax,” he says, standing. “It’s just something to speed things up.”

Completely oblivious, Thomus plops right down next to me, swinging his arm around my shoulders.

“Is that mine?” he asks, not bothering to wait for my response before he grabs his drink and chugs it. He audibly plonks the glass onto the coffee table and turns to me, grinning mischievously from ear to ear, looking like he has a dirty secret he can’t wait to share with me. I return his smile with a hesitant one of my own.

He leans close to speak in my ear, though he’s not exactly quiet. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

My face immediately flushes because everyone heard that. I look around in panic to find everyone staring at us, too. Their expressions aren’t of disgust, though, just surprise.

“Oh my god,” I say, covering my face with my hands. I shoot to my feet. “I need a drink.”

As I speed away, I hear Thomus ask, “What did I say?”

I glance over my shoulder to see Diana covering her mouth in a fit of giggles and Jake shakes his head. “Dude.”

I’m munching on one of my red cookies when Thomus comes up behind me, his hand drifting down my back to settle on my waist. “What’s the matter?” he asks.

“Nothing. You just -” I glance up at him, noting his dilated pupils and flushed cheeks. “I guess I’ve just never seen you so relaxed. Especially around other people. And we’re acting like we’re…” My heart’s thundering in my chest as I force the last few words out. “Like we’re a couple.”

He turns to face me and leans a hip on the table. “You’re right, it is a bit out of our usual routine,” he admits, his expression serious. “I apologize if I’ve made you uncomfortable.”

I sigh and shrug a shoulder. “No more than you usually do.” I put my hand over his where it rests on the table, pushing the tips of my fingers against his knuckles. “And I don’t hate… this, how it feels, you know? It’s just hard to pair it with everything else,” I say. “If that makes sense.”

He nods slowly, looking down at our hands. “This is all new for me, if you can believe it,” he says softly. “I just wanted you to enjoy yourself.”

I bump his hip with mine. “Hey, we fucked in the bathroom. I’d say I'm having a decent time.”

He snickers and leans in to kiss my cheek. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

I don’t know how to respond to that, based on tonight’s agenda, but luckily Will calls us over from a card table Jake summoned to play Exploding Snap.

~*~

A little while later we’re all sitting around the card table. I’ve elected not to play since I don’t have my wand and technically Thomus doesn’t know that they know I have my magic.

Throughout the game, Thomus gets noticeably drunker than everyone else, despite only sipping his drink. During one round while waiting for his turn, I guess all the drinks and whatever Kyle spiked his drink with, finally catch up with him. He passes out with his head propped in one hand and the other loosely clutching his cards.

When they notice, the room goes silent except for the Christmas music still playing. Kyle slowly reaches over and shakes Thomus’ shoulder, making his head fall right onto the table with an ominous thunk that does not match the vibe of McCartney’s Wonderful Christmastime .

I stare at his face, overwhelmingly anxious about his well-being, when an uncharacteristic snore breaks through the silence between songs.

“Finally,” Jake sighs, tossing his cards onto the table and running a hand over his face. “You sure about this, Kyle? There’s no turning back from this.”

Kyle stands, pulling out his wand. “Trust me. This is the only way.’

“What happens now?” I ask.

Kyle moves Thomus’ unconscious form into the air where he hovers with his arms and head dangling.

But he doesn’t answer me.

“ Kyle ,” I press, “what happens now?”

“Now, we put him to bed and by the time he wakes in the morning, you’ll be long gone,” he answers, moving with Thomus towards the stairs on the other side of the room.

I stand too, quickly following him to demand answers. “Where, exactly, will I be?”

“That’s up to you,” he answers casually. “You can probably get away with hiding here in this massive fucking house until he leaves.”

“What, you think he’s just gonna accept that I’m gone?” I ask. “No questions asked?”

“Yeah, we’ll just tell him you must’ve left in the middle of the night or something. What room am I putting him in, Jake?”

We’ve gotten to the stairs and it’s only then I realize everyone has followed us, with Will right behind me.

“Three doors down from the top of the stairs,” Jake answers. “On the left.”

I realize it’s the same room he put us in before and my face heats at the memory of being bound to the wall and fingered within an inch of my life. We get into the room and I rush forward to pull the velvety soft duvet back from the pillows. Kyle gently lowers him and I make sure he’s settled properly to avoid potentially choking on his own vomit in his sleep.

“What now?” I ask, pulling off Thomus’ shoes and tucking his legs under the blankets before pulling up the unfitted sheet to his chest.

“Merlin,” Kyle exclaims. “Will you quit it?”

I cross my arms over my chest. “ No , I won’t,” I say tightly. “We need this figured out before there’s no going back.”

“Fine,” he says, mimicking my stance and leaning against the wall. “What’re you so worried about?”

I take a deep breath, trying to speak calmly. “What makes you so sure he’s not going to find me?”

“What do you mean?”

“He’s literally the Death Eater’s best tracker.”

“He hasn’t found George Weasley,” Will says.

“I’ve no fucking idea how George has managed to avoid getting caught by anyone , given how much of a high profile he has, but there’s no way I could do the same and be close to Voldemort like you want. A missing Lot? The Death Eaters are gonna go apeshit.”

“What about that Lot that escaped early on? Killed her owner and everything,” Kyle says.

“I’m pretty positive she’s straight up left the country,” I say, talking with my hands. “And I don’t think any of us are on board with killing him.”

Kyle nearly rolls his eyes. “I never said we had to kill him,” he says. “You’re here, out of your wards. There’s no need.”

“Okay, well me leaving the country is the exact opposite of what we want,” I say and start to pace. “How long would I be hiding?”

“I don’t know,” Kyle answers, shrugging. “Could be months.”

“Great, so you’re just gonna come get me when it’s time to, what, attack Hogwarts? Do you really think there’s gonna be another fight there? Or are we waiting for him to make an appearance somewhere?”

“I’ve heard he’s pretty reclusive right now, actually,” Will pipes in. “He hardly leaves the school.”

“Great!” I exclaim with fake enthusiasm. “So I’ll just camp out in the Forbidden Forest, then? Take my chances at running into Dementors, Death Eaters, centaurs, fuckin’ giant spiders , for fucks’ sake?”

“Girl’s got a point, Kyle,” Jake says, shoving his hands in his pockets and leaning against the ornate bed post.

“Well, what else is she going to do? She’s useless to The True Order just playing house with a Malfoy,” Kyle says.

“Hey, I’ve done stuff,” I protest. “I’ve passed important notes to the Order, hidden a fugitive right under Thomus’ nose, and it was me who got the word to that safehouse that it was going to be raided.”

“ What ?!” Jake looks at me absolutely stunned. “That was you?”

“Yes! Who else in that room from the meeting would’ve tipped them off?” I ask. “ And I’ve managed to become immune to that scary as shit magic suppression potion. Have you ever taken that shit? It’s utterly terrifying to not have your magic.” I stop my pacing and look around at all of them. “To be completely at the mercy of someone who couldn’t give a shit whether you lived or died? We’ve all been sterilized and raped and branded as property. ”

I pull my left sleeve up, bearing the tattoo and the scars Bellatrix left me. Diana’s visibly horrified and everyone else just looks mildly uncomfortable. “And these are just the scars I’m willing to show you.”

I force myself to calm down, breathing deep in through my nose and out my mouth. “I’m not going to jump headfirst into a plan held together with Spellotape and superglue,” I say after a moment. “Thomus trusts you guys. Aren’t you his best friend, Jake? Are you really gonna break his trust by losing something he obviously has put a lot of time and effort into keeping alive?”

Kyle is glaring hard at the carpet and Jake's intense focus jumps between me and Thomus.

Jake exhales heavily. “She’s right.”

My shoulder’s sag with relief. “Thank you.”

“We have to think of a legitimate way to get you away from him,” Diana says. “Do you think he’d ever… let you go?”

I frown. “Like… set me free?”

She nods. “Then maybe you could get scooped up by another Death Eater or something, someone who works more closely with You-Know-Who or who’d… loan you, I guess.”

I turn around to gaze at Thomus, sleeping soundly, and recall every possessive look or grab he’s given me. “No,” I say softly. “There’s no way he’d let me go willingly.”

Kyle snorts. “Yeah I second that. The asshole nearly slits my throat if I even talk to her when he’s not around.”

“Even if I could convince him somehow,” I say, “it wouldn’t matter what he wanted. I know he’d use the Death Eaters as an excuse. He couldn’t pretend I was gone if someone saw me. The Malfoy’s reputation and the trust the Dark Lord has in them would be put in jeopardy. There’s no way he’d risk the lives of his family.”

“Is there anybody that out ranks him?” Will asks. “Someone who could make that choice for him.”

“I’m not sure, really,” I admit. “I’m sure there is, but I don’t know who. Someone older, like his brother maybe?”

“We just need a reason for them to take you from him,” Jake explains. “Like a change of… ownership.”

“Who, though?” I ask. “And why?”

“Probably best if that’s something for us to figure out,” Kyle says pointedly. “Just in case.”

I sigh heavily and start heading towards the door. “Whatever. All I care about is that it’s legit, okay? Something that’s not gonna get any of us killed.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Will agrees, stepping out of my way. “Where’re you going?”

“To stand outside and pretend that I’m free.”

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Thank you! Hope you like it. slowlybeautifulprincess submitted: A Daddy Dom Tom with his little who's being bratty please and if you could add some smut! Thanks and glad you're back!!

Tom was always calm. Even when his little was really trying his patience, the only tell tale sign that he was irritated was the way his jaw was clenching.

But of course, she just found that hot. She was in a bratty mood and really pushing her luck while they were out at a friend’s birthday party.

She was being a bit flirty with some of the other guys that were there. Just light touches on their shoulders and laughing a bit over the top at their jokes. But she had felt neglected of late by Tom, as he’d been so busy with doing the Betrayal play. So she decided to get his attention tonight, in any way possible.

And it was certainly working.

Tom walked over to her and put his arm firmly around her middle, tugging her into his side. He forced a sweet smile at the two people she was talking to.

‘May I steal my lady for a moment?’ He said charmingly.

‘Of course.’ They laughed.

She didn’t have an option as Tom dragged her through the party, to the side of the room. He kept a tight hold of her and leaned right down to whisper roughly into her ear.

‘We are leaving. Right now. You are in so much trouble when we get home, little girl.’

She shivered and while part of her wanted to melt into a puddle and just do as he said… She smirked and turned more into him, so no one would see, she leaned up as best she could and licked up his neck.

Tom’s eyes darkened and he glared down at her. He wished he hadn’t let her wear heels so she wouldn’t have been able to reach him to do that. His grip had loosened around her at the action, so she took that opportunity to flee from him to get another drink from the bar.

By the time he had composed himself again and reached her, she was sipping a drink. Looking innocent as she sucked from the straw, fluttering her eyelashes at him. But they both knew she was far from innocent.

But Tom wasn’t in the mood for playing anymore. He went up to her and plucked the glass right out of her hand, not caring if anyone saw by this point, not that anyone was really focused on them anyway. He removed the straw and downed the drink himself, making her eyes widen.

‘Home. Now.’ He growled deep and took hold of her wrist tightly.

‘Yes, Daddy…’ She whispered meekly. There was part of her that desperately wanted to submit, it was starting to overshadow her bratty side.

Tom said nothing as he led her outside and hailed a taxi. Even in the back seat on the way home, he said nothing. He was calm as anything, and that always made her a little nervous, wondering what he had up his sleeve for when they got home… Her stomach began twisting in a mixture of nerves and excitement.

She knew better than to try pushing her luck anymore, so she kept quiet too.

When they returned home, Tom stopped them at the end of the path. He handed the keys to her and gripped her chin firmly, making her look at him.

‘You get a ten second head start, little girl. When I catch you, and I will catch you… Your backside is going to be redder than a tomato.’ He growled low.

She swallowed hard and tried to ignore the way she had to clench her thighs together. Tom spun her round to face the house and swatted her backside once, in a warning of what was to come. And it was a hard swat.

She let out a squeak and headed up the path.

‘One.’ He called out, folding his arms over his chest as he watched her.

She broke into a run for the last few steps to the door. She had adrenaline and excitement running through her veins as she tried to unlock the door.

‘Two.’

Her hands were shaking so badly she struggled to get the key into the lock. Tom had to hold back a smirk at seeing her predicament.

‘Three.’

‘Fuck!’ She hissed, only just loud enough so Tom could hear.

‘Language.’ He growled. ‘Four.’

She managed to finally get the key in and turned, the door opened and she didn’t bother to take the key out. She jumped inside and quickly kicked off her heels. She abandoned her bag by the door too and sprinted off through the house, hoping to find somewhere to hide.

When Tom reached ten, he stalked up the path and into the house. He plucked the key out of the keyhole and shut the door with a loud bang, so she would hear he was inside from wherever she was. He took some extra time to lock the door behind him and put the key in his pocket, incase she tried to leg it back out the front door.

‘Ready or not, here I come.’ He called out into the house.

He took his time searching around downstairs first. All the nooks and crannies where she could have squeezed herself into, but there was no sign. So he headed upstairs.

He checked their room first, but she wasn’t in there or the en-suite. So he went into one of the spare rooms. It was furnished and decorated like a kid’s room because sometimes her nieces came to stay.

They had a bunk bed and at first Tom didn’t think much of it, until he noticed his dressing gown was hanging at the end of the bunk bed. Again, he almost didn’t think too much of it not being where it normally was, until it moved ever so slightly.

Then he realised it was bulging out more. He smirked as he took a few steps over and plucked it off. Revealing his baby girl clinging to the corner of the bunk bed, curled up with her legs.

Tom dropped his gown and nearly doubled over with laughter, unable to stay serious.

She giggled too as she hopped down from her hiding spot. Though she tried to bolt past Tom, he still reached out and grabbed her simply with one of his long arms. He was still laughing.

‘What on earth gave you that idea?’ He asked.

‘I saw it online once and thought it looked like a smart idea.’ She laughed and tried snuggling into him since she wasn’t getting anywhere anyway.

‘Just because you had a ridiculously good, yet hilarious, idea for a hiding spot, doesn’t mean you’re getting off with it, little one.’ He chuckled and slid his hand down to squeeze her bum. He lifted her up into his arms and held her up by her bum.

She hid her face into his neck. ‘Have mercy… please Daddy.’ She whispered.

‘Do you think you deserve to be shown any mercy?’ He asked as he starting walking through to their bedroom with her.

She said nothing for a minute, then answered quietly. ‘No.’

‘Correct answer, little one. You were very bratty today, which is very out of character for you.’ He sat down on the bed and draped her across his lap on her stomach, making her yelp as she was suddenly in a very compromising position.

He flipped her dress up and tugged down her knickers around her thighs. He began massaging her ass. Then without warning, he raised his hand up and brought it down hard on her. She let out a yelp, then again and again as he started spanking her thoroughly.

As usual, whilst it hurt quite badly because he had a mean swing when he wanted to, it was arousing her.

Though on the tenth swat, she broke down sobbing. Tom began softly massaging her bum again, and he slid his hand down a bit between her thighs and growled when he discovered she was wet.

‘Oh my, little one, you are far too aroused for just being punished.’ He rumbled low, sending more shivers of pleasure through her.

He slid his long fingers through her folds and over her clit in circles, making her whimper. He teased her clit for a while, then inserted two fingers into her, slowly and firmly dragging against her g spot. Then once she was panting and squirming like mad on his lap, he removed his fingers from her.

‘Daddyyyyyy.’ She cried out.

‘It was supposed to be a punishment, not a reward, baby girl.’ He moved her up so she was straddling over him, facing him. She pulled a bit of a face as her bum felt raw and sore against his jeans.

He cradled the back of her head and rubbed her back as he pulled her into him. She hid her face against his neck and he felt her tremble.

‘Do you know why I had to punish you, my little love?’

She nodded against him. ‘I… I’m sorry, Daddy. I just… I haven’t seen you much lately. I wanted to get your attention.’ She said sheepishly.

Tom leaned back a bit and frowned. ‘Sweetheart, you should have used your words and just told me. You don’t need to act out to get my attention. I know I’ve been busy lately, I’m sorry that you felt I was neglecting you.’ He brushed her cheek with the back of his hand.

‘I… I thought it would be more fun this way.’ She bit her lower lip and squirmed a bit.

Tom chuckled and pressed a kiss to her forehead. ‘You do just need a good spanking now and then, don’t you?’

She just blushed in response, making him laugh.

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sarahrogersevans · 1 year

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I’ll Be Home Soon- Tom Hiddleston xreader fan fic

Summary: Tom is leaving to go film Loki season 2 and Y/N takes him to the airport personally to say goodbye

Warnings: angsty & a lot of fluff and cute moments, tear jerker, mentions of Loki season 2 but no spoilers, this is gonna be kind of a sad one I’m sorry lovelies, let me know if I miss anything

~Tom’s POV~

I was packing to go film Loki season 2 and I was really excited to continue playing Loki again. I finished packing the rest of what I needed and I got my phone out to call a cab to take me to the airport but then my girlfriend Y/N came in the room and said “hey Tom would it be ok if I took you to the airport this time? I wanna be able to say goodbye to you there if that’s alright?” I smiled taking her hands in mine and said “I would love it if you took me, thank you my love.” I kissed her knuckles and grabbed my bags to carry them to the front door and Y/N said “ok got everything honey?..” I looked at my bags and said “Yep I believe so, do you have the car keys?” She grabbed the keys from the key holder and her purse and said “yep I’ve got them, lets go.”

I put my bags in the trunk and the ride there I noticed Y/N was quiet while she drove & when we got to the airport I grabbed my bags and we walked in and I checked in my bags & noticed Y/N was squeezing my hand not wanting to let go while we walked to the gate, I hated seeing her look so sad everytime I was leaving for a work trip. I’m just glad Y/N wanted to take me to the airport today, I was happy she was walking me to my gate, I hate walking in an airport alone and it’s harder saying goodbye at home. I held her hand on our way to the gate and we’d look at each other every so often and I almost cried knowing I was leaving her again. Y/N saw a cafe on the way and said “wanna grab a snack before we get your gate love?” I did feel kinda hungry so I smiled and said “good idea darling, let’s eat something. We both bought a sandwich and a drink and sat down to eat and I told her what the plan was for Loki and she would smile at me the whole time while I talked and I loved how she was always a great listener. Y/N finished eating and said “I’m so excited to see the new season Tom it sounds amazing, I couldn’t be more proud of you.” I kissed her hand and said “Y/N you are so sweet this is why I love you, we should get walking again.” Y/N nodded and handed me my backpack and I held her hand again on the way to the gate.

~Y/N’s POV~

We got to the gate and Tom took off his carry on backpack off his shoulders and said “darling here come closer please.” I walked closer to Tom and he put his arm around me for a hug and I smiled putting my arms around him & I started crying a bit in his chest and Tom lifted my chin up so I’d look at him and he wiped away my tears and said “Y/N please don’t cry my love, I promise I won’t be gone too long ok? I love you so much and I love that you came to see me off please don’t cry because if you do, I won’t want to leave you.” I laughed a bit while wiping my face and said “ok ok, I’m sorry Tom. I just love you so much and I hate being apart from you it’s hard but I hope you have fun I’m so excited for you getting to play Loki again.”

Tom smiled and said “I love you so much, and I promise I’ll be home soon ok? I will walk out and give you the biggest hug, nothing will keep me from coming back to you.”

Tom pulled me closer and leaned in to kiss me and we heard the annoucement for his flight and I said “ time to go, oh! One more thing I may have snuck something into your suitcase for you, to remind you of me.” Tom smiled pulling me in for one last kiss and said “you are adorable Y/N, I have to go now sadly but I will be back I promise you.” I nodded and said “I know you will Tom, go. I’ll be here when you come home, fly safe I love you.” He walked down to the plane waving to me and I watched his plane take off doing my best not to cry though I already missed him a lot but I knew he would be home again soon.

Hey lovelies! I thought I’d write a Tom Hiddleston xreader fan fic since I had been writing more Loki fics 😊 I thought the idea for this one was cute, I hope you enjoy 💚🤍🤗xx

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audrey-emeralds · 2 years

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yourinstagram just some 3d printing

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janellemonae that's some cool stuff

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↳ tomscrownston she is def a keeper

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frankthetank bro I would totally buy that stuff

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user1 if I knew how to do this stuff, man I would probably print myself tom hiddleston-

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twhiddleston this is my wife and her sisters (my sisters-in-law) when I didn't know them, my beautiful flower is the one in the back if you didn't already figure that out.

Tagged yourinstagram your1stsister your2ndsister

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tessamaethompson cool kids on the block

↳ yourinstagram you know it

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your1stsister I am the one in the in the purple

your2ndsister I am the one who is in the middle, pink gang

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yourinstagram when you get your child marvel based room they wanted only for them to sleep on the floor

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godmothersuzie kids do be a handful, I get you, my fifth was the same

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#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston x original female character #tom hiddleston x ofc #instagram au #fake instagram #social media au #tom hiddleston instagram

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emotionflowsworld · 2 years

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Home alone? Not for long...

It was 7 pm in the evening, tired from all the work, I remove my shoes and get a glass of water. I open my phone and look at the last text from Tom

Tom: see you soon love x.

I liked the message and went to the bathroom to freshen up. I wear a long t-shirt and solid black panties. I lay in the bed with a sipper water bottle and look up my instagram and look at his latest loki poster. I look at the time, it is 7:30 pm. I message him asking when will he be home.

Tom: i am afraid it will be another half hour. miss you. Me: see you soon.. Tom : can't wait x

I sigh and lie back on the bed remembering last night. Tom, while i am on my stomach hovering over me "You just had to wear that office skirt today, didn't you?" as he fucked my pussy from behind while pulling on my hair and kissing my neck. I said "Are you complaining Mr. Hiddleston?". He grunted as I clenched around him ,"Never love, if it were up to me I would keep you in that office skirt and just a blazer all the time." I moaned loudly as he said that. I snapped out, very horny and excited as I felt up my cheeks go warm. I opened the bedside drawer and removed my rabbit vibrator, and switched it on and moved it over my clothed pussy and kept moving it up through my top until it reaches the middle of my breasts. I take off my t-shirt and move them over my clothed nipples. I keep going up and trace it on my jawline, behind my ear and over my lips. I hear the closing of my bedside drawer and open my eyes to look at him looming over and smiling "Started the fun without me, someone must have been real desperate love." I spoke smiling " It is not my fault that you fuck me so good that I can't stop replaying it." He gets on the bed over me "Don't let me stop you love. You look exquisite." I giggled and he slid his hands around me and unclips my bra, slides my straps off and gently caress my nipples as I moan lightly under him. He takes my wrist and rubs the vibrator over my soaked panties and moves down to kiss my pussy and my inner thighs and slides the panties off me. He guides my hand with the vibrator and pushes it inside me as I arch my lower back and moan. He lays beside me and takes the vibrator in his hand and puts it on the highest setting and I say "Fuck yes Tom I missed you so much."

He smirks and comes close to my ear and says " But it is not I who is inside you, is it?" He stops the vibrator and removes it. I widen my eyes and beg "Please don't stop. I really missed you love." But in turn he moves over me and lands me on all fours and spanks my ass as I grunt heavily. He says "Well let me fix not being inside you darling." as he rolls on the condom and slams inside me harshly. I put my head in the pillow and scream loudly as he fucks me with everything he has. He turns me over and puts my legs on his shoulders and hits that exact spot again and again as I become a shaking mess. I whimper slightly and say "Fuck yes right there Tom, I am so close, don't stop." He finds the vibrator and puts it over my clit and I scream loudly as it touches my sensitive pussy. I start to clench around him harder which means i am close. He leans over as he fucks me and kisses me hungrily.

I cum violently as I remove my lips from him to scream out is name. Soon after he bites on my neck and finishes insides the condom as he grunts into my skin. He gets off me to clean up and hands me the towel after which I clean myself up and go to the bathroom.

I come out and say "I am hungry." He says "Already sorted my love, I know how famished you can be after a heavy session." He winks at me as he hands me a plate of sliced apple. I say "It is good that one of us is aiming to keep me healthy." He smiles and says "Well I do need your stamina for selfish reasons darling." I chuckle as I bite off a piece of the sliced apple.

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itsstrange · 2 years

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Start With Forever

Relationship: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Fandom: Marvel

A/N: So to give me more time on finishing longer stories for y’all, I decided to drop some of my works that I originally posted on my IG, some of them will be edited and will be a little longer than they originally were, but won’t be edited too crazy. So with that, hope y’all enjoy them!

Summary: Having your first dance with the love of your life is all you ever needed to feel complete.

Word Count: 918

Warnings: (None) Fluff, First Dance, Wedding, Happiness, Gentle Kisses, Just Absolutely Pure Fluff.

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Having your first dance with your lovely husband is all you’ve been waiting for, the cake was a good moment, yes, but your first slow dance together is what you dreamed of. And it was finally happening, after many hours later. While slowly dancing you were not thinking about everyone else in the hall, not thinking about the slow music playing through the speakers and certainly not thinking about cameras filming this beautiful moment. All you cared about was Tom, who’s in your arms, slowly swaying you to the music, gently spinning you every once and a while before pulling you back in his arms and leaning his forehead against yours. Awhile softly humming to the music.

“I love you Mrs. Hiddleston,” A wide smile spreads on your face at his words, causing you to do the same,

“And I love you, Mr. Hiddleston,” A wide, warm smile spreads on his before angling his head and letting his lips connect with your own, smiling and chuckling against your lips when everyone bursts into cheers and whistles,

You on the other hand couldn’t help hide your face in the crook of his neck from shyness, causing another deep chuckle to escape from him, but nonetheless let’s his cheek lean against the crown of your head as he continues to sway you two with the music.

Once the song ended, another round of cheers and whistles erupted the hall, causing you both to smile widely, but you being the shy one you hide your face with Tom’s chest. Again. Through the loud commotion, you slightly hear his deep chuckle before feeling a warm hand on the side of your cheek. With little effort he brings your face back to his own, he smiles down at you and places another small kiss. You smile against his lips, not wanting to break away from his lips or him in general, you slip your arms around his waist and hug him tightly.

Tom slightly pulls back to see your (E/C) eyes before giving you a small peck on your forehead. As you two remained on the dance floor, the DJ smoothly announces the floor is now open for people to joined and began dancing to the upbeat music, you two however remained slow dancing in each other’s arms. Some song from a familiar band plays loudly, causing people to move with the beat with their partners, but you and Tom remained moving slow and steady. Dancing your asses off can wait, right now you two are enjoying the moment and each other’s hold.

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The Following Morning

Stirring from his sleep, Tom wakes up to the sound of Seagulls flying by and waves crash ashore. Through drowsy eyes, he manages to see outside his window, noticing the sun was barely peaking out. Slightly looking down where you still remained sound asleep in his arms, a small smile tugs on the mans lips as he takes in your beautiful sleeping form. Realizing then and there, that this would be his life now, getting the opportunity to wake up next to you, forever. He honestly, still, doesn’t understand how he was able to find someone like you, find the perfect wife that’ll love him the same way he loves back. Doesn’t understand how he got so lucky to have you. He just doesn’t.

After a while of admiring your sleeping form, he carefully and slowly peels away from you before getting up from bed. Slipping on his shirt and briefs that laid on the floor, he makes his way out towards the balcony to watch the sunset, to have some alone time, to gather his mind around reality for a minute. The weather was rather warm, a small fresh breeze hitting his skin every so often when the waves crash against shore. Closing his eyes he inhales deeply through his nose, getting a fresh scent of nature, and feeling the way his exhausted body relaxes almost instantly. As Tom stood out in the balcony, overlooking the beautiful sunset and the crashing waves, a warm hand snaking into his breaks him out of his thoughts.

“What are you doing out here?” You ask, leaning your cheek against his shoulder,

Tom looks down at you, smile tugging on his lips, “Processing everything,”

His heart flutters in his chest at the sight of you wearing his white button up from the previous night, with your (H/C) hair resting messily on your shoulders. He can definitely get use to waking up to this.

You chuckle, “Still can’t believe it huh?”

He shakes his head, “Knowing that you are finally my wife? Yeah.. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to,”

You smile up at him before reaching out to peck his lips and settling in between his chest to watch the sunrise with him. His arms wrap tightly around your frame, chin resting on top of your head as you both stare out to the beautiful island. While doing so, your lips curl upwards when you suddenly feel the way his fingers play with your wedding band. The gesture was adorable, yet, just like him, you also couldn’t believe he was your husband as well. Whatever feelings he must be feeling at the moment were most definitely the same feelings you had as you stayed in his arms, cherishing the morning with him. Making core memories like this one is all you want and all you hoped for, because he was your forever. Just like how you were his.

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somewiseguy · 7 months

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A tea with the goddess

CH:5

My Indian Nymph

He still can't believe this was happening. It was small shop, a nice, homely ambience, with small tea tables and chairs. And currently he was sitting in front of a wonderful woman with a steaming cup of chai, as they call it, held in their hands.

She couldn't believe this was happening. She bought him to her secret place and she didn't know why something in him, his blue eyes made her want to trust him ever since she saw him during that night. Now here she was sharing tea with a stranger, a beautiful stranger.

It was a little awkward neither of them knowing what to say until.....

"This chai tea is nice and i do find myself enjoying one after a long day at work"

She laughed....oh was it melodic.....thought he

"You do realize chai and tea are the same right Tom"

Eheheheh

Why did she find his giggle sexy and adorable at the same time?

"So, Tom how is your stay in India so far?", way to go Adhya wonderful question.

"The atmosphere is different and it's good so far but I've not been to many places yet darling but so far I am enjoying it", he said running his hand through his hair.

Is his hair soft, wait why am i thinking about that damn it Adhya stop staring, wait did he ask me something.....oh GOD..

"Uhmmmm, i beg your pardon sorry, what did you ask?", Adorable how is she doing that

"I asked whether you can be my tour guide for the evening darling, if you're free of course." he asked nervously.

Please say yes, please say yes.....please darling...

How can she refuse this man practically giving her an expression of a kicked puppy, with his brows scrunched up and his eyes all glassy ....wait is he....is he pouting....oh god.

"Of course Tom, how about at 5pm"

Well let's say he may or may not have hugged her through his excitement

Hoyaaaaa, a short chapter i know but college sucks mann!!!!

#tom hiddleston x ofc #fanfiction #fluff #love

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mistress-ofmagic · 2 years

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Around the Realms in 80 days- Chapter 12

Pairing: Reader x Loki

Story summary: You have fallen through a portal during the convergence into Asgard and come face to face with Thor, and his brother Loki. With no way to return, you must travel with the two men and their hoard of asgardian soldiers to get back home. Things get from bad to worse when you have to share a tent with the god of mischief himself.

Notes: Hello! hope you enjoy this chapter! Lil warning asshole Loki rears his head again in this chapter and the first half is a bit angsty!

The first thing that hit you was the headache.

There was a little drummer inside your brain hitting the snare that was your temples.

As you slowly came round, the other thing that struck you was that Loki was pretending to be asleep.

The awkwardness that was the atmosphere between you and Loki seemed to still be around in the morning. Whether he had overheard your words last night or not, either way he still hadn’t spoken to you.

You had slept in his bed enough times now to realise when he was pretending to sleep, like that time in the middle of the night when he had caught you staring.

Why he was pretending, you couldn’t be sure.

You studied him, despite knowing he was awake and was aware of what you were doing. This was going to be your last morning waking up beside the God of mischief after all and you didn’t want to miss any of it.

You flicked your mind back to the night previous as best you could, although it was difficult considering the way your head banged and throbbed. You sat up and downed your glass of water. You frowned slightly, remembering suddenly that it was Loki who had provided you with it. On reflection, Loki had surprised you last night, he had asked why you were upset, a personal interest you didn’t expect.

He was almost acting like…a friend.

Perhaps that made this day, your leaving day, all the more difficult; were you loosing a potential friend?

Or had you already lost him, before a friendship could properly bloom, by speaking those infernal words last night.

Not that you regretted them, you meant what you said no matter how much you wish you didn’t mean them. Besides, after today you would probably never see him again. So it didn’t really matter anyway.

Could one be friends with Loki? Well, now you’d never know. Which was a good thing, you tried to remind yourself. As much as Loki’s words had hurt you the morning before, he was probably right; you didn’t belong here and it was for the best you were leaving.

Then why did it hurt so much?

The rain hit the tent in large droplets, seeming like it was just as upset as you were about leaving.

You put the glass back down beside you, embarrassing bits and pieces were coming back to you, including a particularly strange one about blowing a raspberry at him.

Maybe it was better that he was pretending to be asleep, he might kill you when he woke up.

Speaking of which, Loki was beginning to “stir.” He shuffled about, stretched and then opened his eyes, already frowning.

A truly Oscar worthy performance.

You tried to glare down at him, but making the facial expression made your head throb again, causing you to suck in a breath through your teeth.

“Feeling ill girl?” He asked, his voice not groggy with sleep confirming your assumptions.

Despite the fact that you were starting down at him, he still managed to somehow be looking down his nose at you, glaring with a hard stare.

Great, so he was back to a stoic, moody god.

“Hm just a bit. The wine didn’t make me sick though which is something, normally that’s my usual party trick even when drinking earth wine.” You tried to lighten the mood.

Unfortunately it didn’t work, and he deepened his scowl.

“Midgardian wine is disgusting and primitive, just like everything on that planet.” He spat.

You decided not to comment incase it made his clearly bad mood even worse.

Drawing your knees up to your chest, you rested your aching head on them, listening to the rain getting faster and sighed quietly, looking forward to your trip back even less now the weather was so awful. The last time you had ridden in the rain was on the way to Deill, and you could still remember the way the cold had seeped through your skin to your bones.

The noise of the men rousing and saddling up was getting louder alerted you that it was time to get ready. Stretching and slipping out of bed, you went to change.

As you popped a light blue smock on, courtesy of Yrsa, you began thinking of home; well, of showers mainly and how the first thing you were going to do was get into one and then wear some of your own clothes. Maybe even your fluffy pyjamas if it was cold enough at home and then some…

“What’s that?” Loki’s sharp voice brought you out of your musings.

“What’s what?” You turned round to face him.

“What’s that, on the back of your neck?” His tone was harsh and cold still.

Loki got out of bed suddenly and took two large strides to meet you by the chair. He stood directly in front of you, leaving you staring at the middle of his chest. It had taken you by surprise and you blinked a couple of times before craning your neck up.

He was very close, and you stepped backwards automatically, a lump forming in the back of your throat. Even with his stony face and all its harsh lines, he really was very pretty, and having his chest so close to your face made it difficult to not think about… well, how strong he was.

Without asking for permission. he moved your hair out of the way, barring the left side of your neck to him. He studied it closely, frowning slightly, as he traced a mark along your neck.

You shivered embarrassingly and stepped away, putting your own hand where he had just been touching.

“I’m not sure?” Your voice squeaking slightly.

Loki irritably conjured a silver hand-mirror for you to look.

“Oh, erm this bruise here is from the trolls I’m pretty sure, and then this scar is really old I got it when I was a kid. It’s kind of a funny story actually, I was in a swimming pool and there must have been something sharp in the water; when I came up from doing a handstand there was a gash in my neck. But I swear I didn’t scrape it or anything. So weird. Anyway they had to evacuate the pool and I got like 7 stitches. It didn’t even hurt that much.”

You looked back at Loki who was still frowning, something he had been doing all morning. You placed the mirror on the chair awkwardly.

“Something in a swimming pool, cut your neck?” He said slowly.

“Yep. It was my friend Harry’s 7th birthday party and he passed out when he saw it.” You laughed remembering the story.

Loki stepped back too and gave you a look you couldn’t decipher.

“So fragile.” He said, the first softly spoken words he had said all morning.

He quickly changed to his usual sneering face that usually meant bad news.

“Mortals are so fragile.” His repeated harshly.

“Alright, jeez.” You rubbed your neck. “You are in a bad mood this morning.”

He narrowed his eyes and stared down at you,

“Why would I be in a bad mood?”

You shrugged, “Your guess is as good as mine my friend.”

He continued to glare before raising a perfect eyebrow.

“I am not your friend.”

His words hit you in the stomach, and for all your confident words you were starting to wonder if you would be sick after all. You could feel the bile rising in your throat, and your heart thumping in your chest.

Ouch.

You composed yourself before speaking.

“It’s just a saying on Earth. I’m aware we are not friends.” You spat.

“Good.” He spat back.

“Well I’m glad we’ve cleared that up.” You made to leave the tent.

Before you got too far however, you turned back around. It was like picking a scab, you knew you should just leave it but you couldn’t.

“I, personally can’t wait to go home so I don’t have to deal with an arrogant asshole god every-day.”

“And I, personally can’t wait for you to go home so I don’t have to babysit a weak and fragile mortal every-day.” He retorted back, quickly.

You felt rage flow through you, you wanted to stomp your feet like a child, you wanted to scream and cry, you wanted to hurt him back.

“I would never have wanted to be friends with you anyway.”

You left quickly, like a coward before he could say anything.

The rain shower had stopped for now, but the grass squelched under your feet. You could feel the all-familiar signs of tears growing in your eyes and threatening to fall. You walked as fast as you could before anyone noticed. You crossed the camp and into the woods behind to the water source.

“Asshole asshole asshole” You chanted under your breath. “Ughhhh.”

You stuck your hands into the water and flicked it over your face like they do in the adverts. Unfortunately you ended up with water in an unflattering place on your dress.

“Ah!” You yelled out loud in frustration.

“Ah!” You yelled out again, this time in response to Thor suddenly appearing through the trees.

You rolled your eyes and put your hand on your chest, trying to catch your breath back.

“What?” You snapped, harsher than you meant to.

Thor looked sheepish,

“Apologies my lady, it was not my intention to frighten you. I merely wished to inform you we are leaving now.”

You sighed. “Fine, I’m on my way.”

“I also wanted to apologise for letting you drink the wine last night, I should have had more care.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve had worse hangovers on flaming sambuka’s.”

“What’s…flaming sambuka?”

“It’s…never mind.” You followed him back through the trees.

“Loki thought you seemed down yesterday, how do you feel today?”

“Loki said what?” You were taken aback.

“He mentioned you seemed in low spirits during the ride to Rythja.” Thor responded.

You frowned but didn’t respond. What a strange thing for Loki to bring up, when he had made clear this morning he quite obviously didn’t care.

“Well, he can’t talk about mood changes, he was in a massive strop today.” You mumbled.

Thor sighed,

“I don’t think he is particularly looking forward to returning to the Capital today. He has a long way to convince the people he could make a good king one day, there have been many who have not been too accepting of him.”

“I wonder why.” You rolled your eyes.

Loki was not exactly in your good books today, having thoroughly pissed you off that morning.

The kicker was, you had naively thought yourselves growing closer, even feeling upset about having to leave incase you never saw him again.

You remained in thought, generally erring on the side of angry, until you arrived at the horses, saddled up and ready to leave. Halvor helped you up as usual in front of him, and you settled in for the journey.

You peaked a look up to the front of the convoy, where Loki rode next to Thor, wondering if you could gauge any emotions he held about your earlier conversation. The princes were in deep conversation, Loki still had the scowl on his face he had worn all morning.

“Are you alright Miss?” Halvor asked, when you sighed heavily.

“I’m fine, thanks though. Guess I’m just wanting to get home now.” You lied.

“Of course, you must be looking forward to returning.”

You hummed in a non-committal sort of way, and soon the party set off for the last time.

***

The men’s excitement grew, like a hoard of bees, the close you got to the capital. It was a tangible feeling, almost one you could taste in the back of your throat. It was contagious, and as much as you didn’t want to return, your own excitement of getting seeing the capital was growing too.

You had been able to see it in the distance for a while; something large, tall and golden, getting closer with every passing second. You felt like Dorothy heading towards the emerald city.

“Not long now Latte.” Volstagg affirmed, riding beside you.

“Are you looking forward to be home?” You asked politely.

“Aye my lady.”

“Do you have a family there?”

Fandral snorted from the other side of him.

“Any child you find fatherless belongs to Volstagg.”

Volstagg gave him a push.

“Do not listen to him, ’tis Fandral who is the swain here, the ladies do not call him Fandral the dashing for nothing…”

While the men bickered amusingly near you, you once again attempted a look over to see how Loki was faring. The journey had been going on for a few hours now, and while your anger still bubbled, you were starting to regret your final words.

There was a very real chance they were your final words to him after all; and while he was being a colossal dick this morning, you still felt some remorse for the way things had ended between you.

Unfortunately you couldn’t gain much from the back of his head.

You tossed between trying to say something to him before you left or just leaving how things were. He was the one that started the argument after all, and your prideful side told you to continue to ignore him. The softer part of you, told you that you would be upset if you didn’t at least try to end things cordially.

Someone was shaking you gently out of your contemplation,

“Miss? We are approaching the city gates.”

You blinked rapidly, having been so lost in thought you had missed getting closer to the city. A sudden sense of nervousness overtook you, and butterflies fluttered in your stomach. The idea of facing more Asgardians that you had done previously was worrying you slightly.

As if he could feel you fretting in front of him Halvor mumbled,

“Don’t worry so much, just keep your head down. You won’t be the first mortal some of them have seen but they might be surprised to see one riding in with the Prince’s guard.”

The city gates seemed to appear quicker than you would have liked and you swallowed a lump in your throat, preparing to be stared at as you paraded through.

On approach, a loud bell sounded which seemed to alert the people that the Princes were arriving. Unfortunately this did nothing for your nerves and you jumped dramatically, nearly unseating yourself from the horse.

“We’ve taken one of the bottom entrances to the capital, so the Princes have chance to walk through the streets before we make our way up to the castle. This allows the people welcome them back after their tour.” Halvor informed you.

The situation might have been a bit scary but you were glad to have someone with you to explain things as you went.

As you started the journey up to the castle, people appeared out of their houses and shops, waving and shouting like they had done in Deill. You additionally noticed the questioning stares you received from the townspeople too; but apart from that the progression was fairly smooth.

The streets were cobbled to begin with, and the town would have reminded you of an old-fashioned Earth town, expect for some extreme differences. Looking ahead, you could see monstrously large gold and silver buildings, some of them floating above the ground; none of them however compared to the largest building of all. A gigantic organ shaped building made completely of gold. It was a strange mix; riding horses in cobbled streets and floating metal shapes.

While you were riding, you began to notice something; while the crowds were shouting and welcoming, the only name they shouted was Thors. Not that you were massively surprised from what you had heard of Loki’s reputation on Asgard, however there was no welcome for Loki. No cries or shouts or woman blowing kisses.

A woman screamed from the side, bringing you back to the present moment. You struggled to see what she was screaming about, until a little boy, no older than 5 ran across towards the horses. Your stomach lurched as visions of him being trampled filled your eyes.

The boys father, you assumed, ran out and grabbed him just in time, so you could breathe a sigh of relief.

“Prince Tor!” The boy cried, looking up, apparently unaware to the fact he had nearly been trodden on.

The parade stopped, and Thor jumped down from his horse chuckling.

“You have to be careful my boy, you nearly frightened your mother half to death!” He exclaimed as he kneeled to be closer to the boys height.

The boy looked a little contrite as he reddened and played with the edges of his tee-shirt.

“I hold your hammer?” He blinked up at him.

The boys parents looked abashed,

“We apologise your Highness.” His father stepped forward, “come along Sune.”

“That’s quite alright. I’m afraid that Mjolnir is a very special hammer, young one and only I can hold it.”

The boy looked a little disheartened “Okay.” He said sadly.

“Here, maybe there is something we can do.” Loki swung down off his horse to bend next to the boy.

You watched as Loki held out his palm. A green mist swirled in the centre of his hand, before disappearing and leaving a small version of Thor’s hammer.

The boys parents seemed to let out a breath they must have been holding, as the boy took the hammer from Loki’s hand with glee.

“Tank you prince yoki!”

Loki’s face was the softest you had seen in that day, and your heart clenched looking at him, this time not in angst.

You wondered for a second what it was like to be Loki, to be considered untrustworthy and to be so unpopular with his own people. That had to take its toil. You were half on the verge to feeling sorry for him a little.

Thor and Loki did some more waving, before hoping back on the horses and the progression started up again.

As you climbed higher and got closer to the oversized organ, the roads changed from cobbled to pure gold to match the buildings around you. The people got sparser, and you noticed a strange bridge coming in from the left. The bridge seemed to be transparent, with reflective rainbow streaks running through.

“That’s the Bifrost bridge. Do you see that round bit? Heimdall the gate keeper resides there, controlling the Bifrosts power and who enters or leaves the planet. That’s how he will send you home.” Halvor explained.

“What happened to that part?” You asked him, pointing out the part of it that was blackened.

Halvor cleared his throat.

“It was damaged not so long ago when Prince Loki unleashed the power of the Bifrost on Jotunheim.”

“God, what happened?”

“Well Jotunheim was near destroyed, it’s people alongside it.”

“Why…would he do that?”

You were shocked. Although, given his track record of taking over worlds you probably should have expected it. It was just…Loki the destroyer of worlds seemed so far from the Loki who could banter with you and even be sweet occasionally.

“Its complicated, Miss.”

“How complicated can the ethics behind destroying a planet and a people be?” You muttered.

“I’m not saying what he did was right. Only…” He sighed. “As a young boy, Prince Loki had always felt inferior to his older brother. Destroying one of Asgard’s biggest enemies was his way of trying to prove himself worthy to his father.”

That you could understand. You hadn’t been here long and already you could tell how difficult it must have been to live up to the mighty Thor.

“You’re extremely wise Halvor.” You turned around and grinned at him.

The teen blushed.

The party had finally reached the mysterious golden building. A beautiful lady stood waiting, with blonde curled hair and a long blue dress.

“My sons, welcome home.” She greeted the princes.

“Queen Frigga.” Halvor murmured behind you, although you had already guessed who it might be.

While the rest of you waited for further instruction, Thor and Loki jumped from their houses and conversed with their mother. Frigga shot you a quick glance, but her eyes were friendly, and she smiled at you. You could see Loki scowling again and rolling his eyes at something she was telling him, but then he seemed to nod. After a while, the two men returned.

“Halvor, we are to take Latte to the Bifrost. The rest of you may return the horses to the stables. I will collect you and bring you to speak with Odin.”

You sighed and prepared to say goodbye, smiling weakly at Fandral and Volstagg.

“Well, see you around I guess.”

“Latte, it has been an honour to meet you.” Volstagg bowed low on his horse.

“Farewell my lady, we will never forget you.” Fandral noted.

You felt almost tearful. Bloody over dramatic Asgardians.

Thor and Loki were back on their horses by this point, and Halvor steered the horse over to them, while the men went in the other direction. You watched them leave sadly, knowing now your journey was over.

Thor nodded at Halvor and yourself, and you followed them around the castle and towards the Bifrost. To get over to the observatory, you seemed to have to cross over the rainbow bridge. Considering it was a sheer drop at both sides of the bridge, it didn’t feel wide enough to you and you gripped tightly onto the reigns. You weren’t overly keen on the fact it was quite transparent too, and you could see down into the depths below. You couldn’t work out if it was water or air beneath you, and you weren’t sure you wanted to stay long enough on the bridge to find out.

“It’s very strong Miss.” You could hear Halvors amused voice behind you at your concern.

You hummed in response but continued to eye the bridge suspiciously. You were pretty confident you shouldn’t trust a bridge with no obvious tethers.

By then you were closer to the round, low ceiling building where Heimdall resided. Curiosity got the better of you and you strained to catch a look at the gatekeeper. You had a few things you’d like to bring up with him in all honestly, like why the hell he’d not taken you home when you first arrived after Thor had called.

You hopped down off the horse with the help of Halvor and entered the…room? It was more like a room than anything else, with, inexplicably, a large sword sticking out of the ground on top of a circular podium. A man stood with his back to the four of you, displaying his long black dreadlocks and golden horns on his head. He was dressed head to toe in gold armour, as if he was expecting war anytime soon. Or maybe that was his work outfit.

“Heimdall.” Thor greeted him.

The man with the sword turned to face you and you blinked in surprise. You had never seen golden eyes before.

“Your highness.” He spoke with a low deep voice.

He turned to you and nodded regally in your direction as he spoke your full name.

“You have nice eyes.” You blurted out stupidly.

Heimdall’s mouth twitched upwards as he turned to Loki.

“Prince Loki.”

“Heimdall.” Loki nodded stiffly.

“We call upon your assistance to help our Midgardian friend return home.”

“I know why you’re here.” He turned back around and faced the north wall.

Nothing seemed to happen, and you wondered if you were supposed to do something, was there some special going home thing he was expecting of you?

“I called for you, days ago and you did not heed me.” Thor stated, questioningly.

Heimdall paused, before turning back to look at you over his shoulder.

“I was otherwise engaged.” He murmured, as if that explained everything.

You flicked a glance at Halvor, who nodded, confirming this mystery was usual behaviour for the golden-eyed man.

Thor had just opened his mouth, you assume to ask again to send you home, when the sword in the middle of the room started to light up. It expelled a bright white light that made you shield your face with your arm, this was accompanied by a loud grinding noise. You stepped back automatically.

“What’s going on?” You yelled over the noise.

“He’s opening the gate.” Loki responded. In your confusion you had somehow gotten closer to him.

“That’s not me.” Heimdall roared.

The noise was almost deafening as the north wall started to open up.

“What do you mean that’s not you?” Thor shouted.

You squinted, trying to work out what was going on. Something or someone was appearing through the now open gate, but it was still too blinding to see.

“Who is it?” You yelled again but no-one answered.

Slowly the light started to fade allowing you to see the shape of a person coming through the portal.

You blinked a couple of times to get rid of the little black spots that had appeared in your field of vision.

“To answer your question…” the mystery man began to speak.

You rubbed your eyes hard, desperate to see who the voice belonged to, it was so familiar, a voice you’d heard many times before on the T.V.

“Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist.”

The man stepped forward allowing you the first look at him. Goateed, brown-haired and smirking.

“Tony Stark, at your service.”

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Sunflower, Book 1, Chapter 18

Tom Hiddleston x OFC Series rated: E Chapter warnings: Flashback-It's getting even hotter in here. There's a nipple! The flashback is sexy but hardly crossing to rated M. AN: Kit exists still. Yay? Can you believe Book One is about halfway done?!

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~~~~~<3

It was nice having him back. She had missed him. More than she had thought she did. More than she expected.

That was something she needed to tell him today. It was terrifying to consider admitting it to him though. It felt like if she told him, it would give him some sort of power over her.

Was that safe? Was it so bad if it wasn’t?

“Tom?” Her voice was strangled, weak and oh how she hated it. He didn’t answer, probably didn’t hear her as he organized socks and folded underwear neatly.

Mia was about to call out for him again, stronger she hoped but he called for her first. “How do you feel about travel?”

“What?” The question was random.

“You and Sally- do you two travel often?” Tom leaned back, looking out of the closet at her from where he sat on the floor before unfolding himself and standing to move a few more things around.

“No?” She stretched the word out. “Sally hasn’t even been outside of the city.”

“Why not?” Tom stood back, admiring his little piece of space. He had a space in this home now and turning that idea around in his mind tickled him, bringing a smile to his lips that quickly faded when Mia sighed, drawing his eyes to her.

“I haven’t exactly had the time.” As Tom made his way out of the closet and toward the bed, questions were clear on his face. “I’m lucky if I get two weeks of paid time off a year.”

“But for holidays?” He took his time approaching her.

“I work in a casino.” Mia laughed though bitterness tinged it. “I don’t get any holidays. I get 80 hours of paid time off and have to hope I get a few days left over to use for fun toward the end of the year after all the time off one of us being sick.”

“80 hours?” Tom knew Americans tended to take less time off than was healthy or normal, in his opinion, but that was not much at all. If they typically work 8 hour days and five day work weeks, that meant they only took an average of - “That’s two weeks? And you have to use it for sick leave too?”

“Yep.” Mia didn’t like how this conversation felt. “That’s normal.”

“That is not normal.”

“What’s normal to you?” It was easy to think they were the same, once she ignored the financial differences between them but it hadn’t occurred to her in the slightest that the cultural differences would potentially be fundamental.

“Like six weeks once all’s said and done.”

“That’s so long!” No wonder there were so many international guests at the resorts. They had time to travel around the world. “What do people even do with all that time?”

“We live,” Tom sat on the bed next to her. She was sitting cross legged on the edge of the bed -their bed. He was so close that her knee brushed against his thigh. “I can’t imagine having so much less.”

“We make the best of it.” Mia shrugged. “It’s not like wishing for more will make it change. And most of us can’t afford to take unpaid time off anyway.”

“If that wasn’t a factor, what would you like to do?”

This conversation felt more intimate than those they’d had before. This was personal and while they sometimes had deeper conversations on the phone, it felt different having him there with her.

“I don’t know.” Mia leaned back on her hands, stretching her abdomen and trying to remind herself to stop slouching. “Travel maybe. This is all I’ve ever known, working. I can’t really picture anything different.”

“Would you want to go to London?” The question was out of his mouth before he had a chance to consider if he was pushing too much. It had caught her off guard too.

“Sure.” She said after a moment of thinking. “If I could ever manage the time off. I’d have to get a passport and figure out time off and how to afford it. It would be a whole thing.”

“You don’t have a passport?” Tom had always assumed most people had passports in America. It was certainly true of his home.

“Nope,” Mia chuckled. “I never really thought we would need them. It’s not like I’m leaving the country any time soon.”

Tom rested his hand on her thigh, bringing her eyes to his. “You’re in a international marriage now.”

“Yeah, but-”

“Mia, there’s times where it may be advantageous for you to travel with me in the next year.”

“For your career?” Mia didn’t know what she was expecting but she had hoped it was something different, something more.

He realized he went the wrong route. It would take time to learn how they each communicated and avoid eachother’s landmines.

“No! No. I just-” Tom decided to restart. “I told my mum about you. I- she’d like to meet you.”

“Oh, does she know? Like, the real story?” Mia didn’t push his hand off her.

Tom laughed, “Yes, and she’d like to meet you.”

“Is that a good ‘she wants to meet you’ or a bad ‘she wants to meet you’?”

“The good one.” The idea hadn’t occurred to him but Tom was flying by the seat of his pants. This seemed to be how he made the best choices anyway. “Mia, I’ve got a trip back home- London home, coming up in a few weeks.”

She knew that, they had talked about that before he had left but still, it made her sad. He had just gotten there and he was going to be leaving her again. These were things that were scheduled before he had even known her, let alone married her though. Had she any right to be sad?

He had to go back home, just as he said. Las Vegas wouldn’t ever be home for him, she was sure of that. There wasn’t a lot of acting that happened in Las Vegas and surely he would need to act again. He had to work and live his life still.

“I know,” She said after a long pause. “You can’t stay here forever. You’ve got family, friends and work that you’ve got to take care of.”

“You’re family now.” Tom pressed, fingers flexing against the soft of her thigh in a firm grip that lasted for only a second. “Both you and Sally. I would like for you to come with me.”

“I can’t.” Mia’s heart sank. “Tom, I-”

“I know, I know.” Tom sighed, withdrawing his hand. “But I would like it if you could. If by any chance you could take the time off-”

“I can’t.” Mia interrupted.

“Hypothetically.” Tom continued talking over her, “How long would it take to get passports?”

“A few weeks or so? Maybe a few months. Our government doesn’t move fast.”

Tom’s shoulders slumped. Even if he could convince her to trust him with everything, including her financial ability to survive totally, she wouldn’t be able to go with. Oh well, it had been worth a thought. He hadn’t realized how much he wanted to introduce his little American family to his home until the idea had formulated.

“Would you consider getting them?”

“I guess,” She still wasn’t sold on the fact that they would need them. She couldn’t imagine needing them or having the ability to take the time off to make use of them. “It would be nice to have the option to go if things ever lined up.”

“Thank you.” Tom reached for her hand, weaving his fingers between hers before pulling her hand up to his lips to leave a soft kiss on her knuckles.

“Why do you do that?” She hadn’t meant to ask.

“Because I want to?” Worry flashed across his face. Had he offended her? “Is that alright?”

“People don’t do things like that.” Mia quickly stood up but his hand on hers kept her from escaping into the living room.

“They do if they care.” Tom’s voice was soft and firm, something she would struggle with trying to describe to Ashley later. “And I care.”

Tom left her standing there, stunned by the admission. Here she was, struggling all morning to try and find a way to tell him that she missed him and was glad he had returned. But he just threw out an admission like that as if it was nothing when if he had meant it, it could be everything.

He had managed to say those things quickly and easily. It was effortless for him to simply say he cared. Small affections came easily from him. If he kept that up, she was in danger of really falling beyond the point of return.

Was that his goal? Was he being honest? Acting in good faith? Did he really care or was he pretending, hoping that if he pretended long enough the feelings would become real?

Was she worrying about it too much? What if he felt exactly as he said? What if she really did fall in love with him? What if? What if?

What if?

~~~~~<3

Tom was lounging on the couch, his phone in hand when she joined him fifteen or so minutes later. The couch wasn’t the most comfortable one in the world. Part of her wished she had not been so stubborn and gotten one from a nicer store but oh well, what’s done was done.

Tom didn’t seem to mind. He hadn’t commented on the comfort level of the couch. Mia did feel a little bad about how poorly he fit on the couch though, seeing him overflowing off it. He was simply so tall and lanky that he didn’t fit well.

Glancing up, he smiled at her as she sat down. Sally sat on the floor in front of the couch introducing her newest bear to her other stuffed animals all lined up sitting behind a small army of cardboard desks.

“She’s holding class.” Tom informed her with an amused smile.

“Ah, a regular activity.” Mia grabbed her book and fidgeted with it. When they were comfortable with eachother, it was wonderful but it was finding those moments that Mia still struggled with. Tom seemed to fit right in and that terrified her.

“I’ve got a script to pick up in London.” Tom locked his phone at set it on the arm of the couch.

“What for?”

“Another Marvel project.”

“Do you like it?” She wasn’t sure what exactly she was trying to ask.

“The character?” Tom smiled warmly, turning to face her more. “Very much so, yes. He’s very Shakespearean and there’s much depth and complexity to still explore with him.”

“It sounded like you did in interviews.” She said before thinking.

“You watched my interviews?” Tom’s eyebrow rose and she realized they never were quite level.

“I mean, I- a few clips, here and there. I just-” Taking a deep breath, she willed herself to calm down and breathe. What did she have to be embarrassed by? “I wanted to get to know you more.”

“Ah.” The answer didn’t seem to disappoint him though he didn’t say more. He didn’t need to. The soft smile on his face said plenty for him.

“And I missed you.” Finally, she said it. It felt good to say it. It needed to be said. He deserved to hear it. They deserved for it to be said.

Warm fingers thread through her’s. When her eyes met his, he squeezed her hand with a smile. “I’m glad it wasn’t just me.”

~~~~~<3~~~~~~<3

Tom gripped her ass under the skirt of her dress. The silky panties she wore were smooth under his hands but not nearly as smooth as her skin would be. He wanted to tease her and savor her but with how much he had drank, he feared quicker would be better.

Fingers struggled with buttons. It felt like the back of the dress was fastened with every possible fastening at the same time, designed by the devil to hamper men from sealing the marriage. He would swear he felt cords and buttons and a zipper track. What he wanted was the dress off of her.

“Sorry, Darling.” Tom mumbled the words into the swell of her breast he had been kissing.

With both hands, he ripped the back open. It was harder than he expected, taking a few yanks to rip the fabric to the small of her back. with the tension that had been holding her breasts in place gone, they sank slightly into a more relaxed, natural position.

Mia was self conscious for a moment. Her body had been through stresses and showed the wear from a life lived. Though she had never been uncomfortable with the size of her breasts, she knew they lacked the fullness of many women in their twenties.

Her breasts were natural and that excited him. Pulling the bodice down, he was rewarded for his efforts with a warm palmful of soft flesh. He took a pink nipple in his mouth and ran his tongue over the nub.

He needed her and he needed her now.

~~~~~<3

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Louisa has a hard time making ends meet until one night, her best friend convinces her to sign up on a sugar daddy website, but she only agrees to sign up for correspondence, not sex. Cora only made her promise to keep it up for a week, and she didn’t want to let her best friend down. Once the week was over, Louisa would delete her profile. It's just when she's going to delete her profile at the end of the week that she receives an interesting message.

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the spare // chapter sixty-eight // death eater ! tom hiddleston oc x plus size ofc - voldemort wins au

story summary:

*a Voldemort Wins AU with Tom Hiddleston cast as an OC x a plus size protagonist* *takes place in The Auction universe by Lovesbitca8*

words for this fic: 6.7k warnings for this chapter: p in v, fingering, dirty talk

a million boops to my beta reader banners by @cafekitsune

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Chapter Sixty-Eight:

Cliveden’s gardens at night in the winter are beautiful. They’re vast and eerily empty, though that could just be the stillness of the night. Victorian lamp posts light the way and with the gently falling snow, kinda gives me Narnia vibes.

I wander around, careful to stick to the crunchy gravel paths and keep the main house in sight. This isn’t the first time I’ve had such an opportunity for escape. Yeah, I could Apparate anywhere, but why? Now that a plan will be in place, what’s the point? It’s exactly what I wanted.

Movement draws my eye and I catch Diana’s head above the shrubbery, heading in my direction. I’m not ready to go inside yet, so I sit on a nearby bench and wait for her to join me.

“Did they send you to make sure I was still here?” I ask, mostly teasing.

“Kyle did,” she admits as she sits next to me. She’s all bundled up in a stylish thick wool coat while I’m just fine in my Ilvermorny sweater and Thomus’ scarf. “But that’s alright, I’d much rather talk to you.”

Instantly my guard's up. “About what?”

She hesitates for a moment, but I give her my best encouraging expression, despite my raging nerves.

“Well, I wanted to ask how you feel about Thomus.”

I blink, my eyebrows shooting up. “Oh, um, well, I -”

“It’s just that Jake seems to think you genuinely care about him because of how adamant you are about his safety,” she says. “Now that I’ve met you and I’ve seen you two together, I think he’s right, but I wonder if it’s more than that.”

I think about my answer for a few moments, but respond with a question instead. “Is this because you two used to date?”

She immediately shakes her head and chuckles. “Definitely not. It didn’t last longer than a month or two and it was a long time ago.”

“Did-did he break up with you?” I ask with some hesitation.

“I dumped him actually,” she says. “He just… When we hung out or went on dates, his mind always seemed like it was elsewhere. The only time he seemed fully present and invested was when we…” she trails off.

“When what?” I prompt.

She gives me a sheepish expression. “Sorry, it might be a bit TMI.”

I shrug and shake my head. “Don’t worry. There’s no such thing as TMI for me. I need everything.” Even if that information guts me. I’d always rather know.

“When we were sleeping together,” she says all in one breath.

I don’t say anything, waiting to hear more. “Oh, is that it?”

Her eyebrows tilt up in sympathy. “I suppose if I were in your situation I wouldn’t want to hear about it.”

“Yeah,” I say, looking down. “I can see that. Do you know what he was so focused on?”

“Well, I know his mother had passed away a few months before and then there was… her .”

“Bellatrix,” I sigh knowingly.

“He visited her every couple weeks - no matter what. I didn’t even know he was still going after we started dating. When I confronted him, he insisted there was nothing physical going on between them, but I… had my doubts. He told me he stopped going after that, but I know he went back after it ended,” she explains. “Does he still see her often?”

“I… have no idea honestly.”

“Have you not asked?”

I shake my head. “Why would I?”

“Because you two are…” she sighs. “It’s complicated, I know.”

“There’s a massive power imbalance between us and I’m not going to let myself forget that, regardless of how I feel.”

“What about how he feels?” she asks gently.

“If anything he feels is real, then why am I still his prisoner?” I answer a little too quickly. “He doesn’t see me as his equal. I don’t want to belong to him like I’m some kind of possession. I want a partner willing to rely on me as I want to rely on them in return. How can anyone be devoted to an object?” I finish by inhaling sharply, having taken short breaths during my lament.

Her lips press together as she regards me with a cautious look. “The world has really changed since Harry Potter died,” she says. “No one is doing well - especially muggleborns. No one has been able to fly under the radar since they started implementing some kind of forced registry.” She pauses and then chuckles. “And you would not be able to go unnoticed.”

I sigh. “It’s the hair isn’t it?”

“Actually, no,” she says. “You’d be surprised how popular some of these articles about you have been.”

Now this, I’m taken aback. "Articles? As in more than one?"

"I'm afraid so. The best one is from the New York Ghost , but Witch Weekly's was pretty nice. Does someone have it out for you at The Daily Prophet , by any chance?"

"Probably Rita Skeeter," I grumble. I want to know what they've been saying about me. "Though I'm surprised I was interesting enough for one article, let alone multiple."

"I disagree," she says. "I think what you're doing is very brave. You haven't given up despite all these odds stacked against you. Honestly, I was really excited to meet you when I heard you were coming."

I blush, laughing awkwardly. "I, um, I'm sorry, I definitely had no idea you existed until tonight. Thank you for inviting me to that thing on New Years Eve, even though I can't go. It reminded me of what being normal was like."

"No problem!" she smiles. "I would've been glad to have you. You’re super cool and totally normal.” She winks at me and quietly laughs to herself. “But seriously, you should consider thinking that he might just want to keep you safe, where he can protect you.”

“But I can protect myself ,” I gently protest. “It’s because I’ve been under his ‘care’ that I’ve been vulnerable! He has to realize that.”

Her eyes soften with sympathy. “I think he does, because there was one weekend Jake told me about. He’d just met you and Thomus in Edinburgh and you’d been… assaulted while they’d all just been standing there, unknowing. He said he’d never seen Thomus be that violent before - violent without using magic that is.”

I stare at her eye-wided, enthralled with this story. This change in perspective.

“And then the next night, there’d been this party Thomus got drunk at and Jake said he could tell something was really bothering him. Apparently, he was really reluctant to talk about it, too.”

I scoff. “I hope he got over himself and opened up so you can share this information with me now.”

“Yeah, so he finally said he blamed himself for being an idiot and not paying better attention. Like, it really hit him that your safety was in his hands.”

I… don’t know what I’m allowed to feel. My heart wants to swoon and my mind wants to roll its eyes. Except, if he’s not as terrible as I thought, am I allowed to hope?

“I think I remember when he came home,” I admit. “We continued drinking and he asked me how I felt - which was very new for us at the time.”

Diana smiles ruefully. “Does he get points for trying, at least?”

“We’ll see,” I say. “I’m definitely nervous that it could all just be a… fling to him.”

Diana startles me by releasing a loud cackle.

“A fling?!” she bellows, struggling to catch her breath. “Oh honey, you’re delusional.”

“What? No!” I protest. “I’m being realistic.”

“Oh Lady Morgana,” she says, wiping tears from her eyes and standing. “Come on, let’s go inside before my fingers fall off.”

~*~

By the early hours of the morning, I’m utterly exhausted.

Kyle had changed his mind and decided to tell me his roughly outlined plan. It’s not terrible, but luckily the rough bits still have time to be hammered out. I should have plenty of notice before I have to leave, plenty of time for contingencies.

Thomus is out like a light, still snoring softly, when I return. I try to be as quiet as possible as I strip down to my undies and crawl into the massive four-poster bed with him.

It must not be massive enough, though, because just me softly rolling into position beneath the covers is enough to rouse a few sleepy words from him.

“Darling?” he rasps and I feel his hands reach for me in the dark.

“Hi,” I whisper. “Sorry I woke you.”

He hums and pulls himself closer, resting his head on my chest. “How did we get back to the cottage?” he says sleepily, curling himself against me.

“We didn’t,” I say, running a hand through his hair and the other over his shoulders. “We’re still at Cliveden.”

“Hm, I don’t remember getting here.”

His tone isn’t setting off any alarm bells. It’s low and gravelly, like he’s not entirely awake yet. He’s just mindlessly chatting and I just have to be casual.

“Well, you were very drunk,” I say. “You passed out playing Exploding Snap. Jake had to levitate you up here.”

His arm around my waist tightens, pulling me tighter against him. “You didn’t leave.”

I don’t say anything, panic instantly spiking my heart rate, and I hope he’s not awake enough to pay attention.

“You could have, but you didn’t,” he continues. “Not that I’d blame you if you did.”

I stay silent, trying to convince myself that his calm demeanor is because whatever he’s talking about, couldn’t be about the drama of the night. There's no way he was awake enough to hear what we said.

“No,” I murmur. “I didn’t.”

“What room did he put us in?” he murmurs.

I let out a sudden strained laugh. “You’d never guess.”

~*~

On New Year’s Eve, Thomus leaves again. He says it’s to finish last minute tasks for the Gala and whatnot and I feel… depressed… again. I’m mostly uninterested in eating - I ate a bologna and cheese sandwich for dinner. I’m not in the mood to read, listen to music or watch any movies, but I’ve had The Nanny on all day - just to make the house less quiet.

So I just go to bed at the blessed hour of 8pm.

I’ve barely been in bed for longer than fifteen minutes when the easily recognizable sound of the Floo roaring to life drifts up the stairs. I’ve sat up by the time Thomus finds me.

“In bed already?” he asks, surprised. “On New Year's Eve?”

I shrug, holding the blanket up to my naked chest. “It’s not the easiest holiday to spend by yourself.”

Thomus sits on the edge of the bed, swiftly leaning in to kiss my cheek. “And I don’t intend for you to, I agree completely.” He jumps up, taking long strides through the bathroom to my room, where I hear him opening the wardrobe. I sigh, scooting to the edge to throw my legs over it. It’s just my luck I was already in bed.

“A little warning might have been nice,” I say when he returns, arm cradling a black hoodie and black leggings.

He takes one look at me and the next moment he’s tossing my clothes on the bed and crowding into my space. His large hands cradle my head as he braces me for his lips on mine. He leans in and I have to prop my arms behind me so we don’t fall backward. Of course this causes the blanket to fall and his hand swoops down to cup and grope my chest, the attention causing my nipples to harden.

His kisses take my breath away and my thighs are quick to part for him. His hips slide right into the space provided, grinding his hard-on against me. My kisses slacken because all of my attention goes right to my throbbing clit and I desperately whimper.

His hips rock against me one more time before he pulls away, both of us breathless. His eyes trail down my body as he speaks. “We don’t have much time,” he says. “I will have to savor you later.”

When he steps completely away from me, I’m left cold, so I quickly slide on the oversized hoodie as he adjusts himself in his pants.

“Savor me?” I ask when I stand, stepping into the pants one leg at a time.

He chuckles, watching me wiggle the waistband up over my hips and stomach. “I thought it was a bit more romantic than fuck.”

Ping . There goes the tiniest fracture in my heart for him. I scramble for something clever or funny to say.

“I suppose it could’ve been worse,” I say, popping in a British accent for the last word. “You could’ve said shag .”

“Cute,” he smirks.

I follow him downstairs, sliding on my socks before I stop at the door for my sneakers and turn for the fireplace.

He clicks his tongue. “Not that way.”

I narrow my eyes and follow him out the door. He takes me to the spot beyond the fence and touches the tattoo before Apparating us to the Manor. The front gates are open and he swiftly takes hold of my tattoo again to get me over the barrier.

We walk down the entrance path, under gilded arches and golden fairy lights crossing overhead from the tall hedges. Holding my hand, he pulls me around the building along the back toward a door being held open by an elf.

“Miss,” Remmy says to me in a disinterested greeting and drops his voice to a whisper. “Master Thomus, Mistress expects you in fifteen minutes. Master isn’t even dressed -”

“Don’t worry, Remmy, I will be there,” Thomus reassures them as we pass. “Mums the word about Miss Alder, remember?”

“Yes, yes, Remmy remembers,” the elf dismisses.

Thomus leads me to his room, making sure to use hallways noticeably absent of chatty portraits. A familiar route because of the many times I'd avoided them myself. The moment we’re in his room, he heads for the bathroom, already stripping. There’s a black robed suit hanging from a hook on the door.

“Please tell me you're not gonna surprise me with a ball gown, are you?” I ask, hopping up onto the bed and toeing my shoes off.

“I value my neck, thanks,” he remarks, pulling on first his suit pants, then the black button up shirt. “Would you grab me a pair of cufflinks from the closet?”

“Does it matter which one?” I ask, knowing he's got a variety.

“No.”

By the time I emerge from the closet, elegant silver M stamped cufflinks in hand, he’s already dressed. He smiles at me as I pass him the tiny pieces of metal.

“All you have to do is wait for a few hours,” he says, his mood curiously… cheerful? “Go back to sleep if you'd like - just don't leave this room. Only Remmy knows you're here.”

“Why all the fuss?” I ask, my eyes greedily taking his suited form in. I suppress the desire to pull him close by his silk tie for a kiss. He looks too suave and sophisticated and… way out of my league.

“For the simple reason that I don’t want certain guests to know you’re here,” he explains, stepping into the bathroom once again. I hear him spritz a bottle of something.

“And why is that again?”

He glides out of the bathroom, passing me by with a quick peck to my cheek. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”

I completely ignore the fact he didn’t answer my question, because I’m way too distracted by his suddenly fragrant cologne. I breathe in lung-fulls of cedar and pine, trying not to swoon in his wake as he pulls out his wand to light the fireplace.

Then he’s gone, the door audibly locking behind him.

~*~

Well, I definitely try to sleep. Except I wasn’t even tired when I climbed into bed the first time.

First I change into a purple wispy nightgown with a deep vee in the neck that stops at my thighs. Then I change out of it when the frills around the short sleeves become too itchy under the covers, opting instead for a simpler one with long sleeves and a hem that falls around my ankles.

All this, just to be uncomfortable in every position I try. Nevermind the fact my mind keeps doing laps of worrying, wondering who exactly Thomus doesn’t want to know I’m here. Rodolphus? Bellatrix? Is he dancing and flirting with her while her husband tracks me down this very moment?

Finally I give up and decide to grab a handful of Thomus’ old Daily Prophets and settle on the cushioned bench in the alcove of one of his windows. I sit sideways on it, my back against the wall with the door in my line of sight.

I’m about to cast a subtle illumination spell to help my poor eyesight in this dim lighting when movement out the window catches my eye. It’s the curtains billowing out of the open doors to the ball room - or the large drawing room as Narcissa calls it. Golden light spills from windows and the doorway as the guests' shadows and silhouettes move within. Some are moving swiftly as if dancing while some are mingling. Before I can think better of it, I’m pushing open the French window closest to me.

I hear boisterous laughter and the low hum of chatter, and best of all, music drifts up to me like a leaf in the breeze. It’s the exact kind of music I’d imagine would play at a ball like this, and I can’t help but picture myself down there, in some pretty dress twirling around the room with Thomus.

I sit there, content to listen to the string quartet and people watch. Some come outside for the cool air, others to have a private word alone with each other.

Hermione is relatively easy to spot. Her black gown is ridiculously puffy around the skirt, but synched skin-tight in the bodice, and even from here I can see the jewels glittering on her chest. I’m surprised to see Draco by her side, dressed head to toe in white. They linger by the door, always surrounded by ladies vying for his attention. I can’t help but notice how his hand slowly caresses her back, almost… lovingly from her waist up to her shoulders and nape when he thinks no one is watching.

Thankfully, I don’t see Bellatrix, but I also don’t see Thomus, either. An inconsequential fact I try not to linger on.

I don’t know how long I sit like that, but eventually Thomus returns, quietly stepping into the room with two empty champagne glasses and a bottle.

“I kinda feel like Cinderella wanting to go to the ball,” I say softly as he approaches. He looks politely puzzled and before he can ask, I explain, “It’s just a No-Maj fairytale.”

“Ah,” he hums. He takes hold of the forgotten newspapers on the other side of the bench and raises an eyebrow.

I feel a blush creep up my throat and try to keep my tone nonchalant. “I… maybe like to read your articles,” I say. “It’s crazy to think we both spent time at The Daily Prophet , but at different times so we never ran into each other.”

I feel like I’m rambling, but how could I not? He looks and smells far too dashing for me to think clearly.

“It is a bit ironic,” he says, replacing his papers where I’d gotten them from before returning. He takes up the rest of the bench, his back to the window, and places the glasses and bottle on the floor next to him.

“Do you think things might’ve been different if we’d met there instead?” I ask hesitantly, knowing all too well his opinions on ‘what if’s. “Before?”

Thomus sighs heavily and the air puffs out his cheeks. He raises an eyebrow and gives me a sideways look. “Honestly?”

I nod. “Yeah, always.”

“Hm, I think…” his mouth downturns as he speaks, his voice betraying his amusement. “I’d find you the most annoying person on the planet.”

A disbelieving laugh bursts out. “What?!”

He nods, completely solemn. “Oh yeah, always asking questions, always bothering me.”

“Oh no, I’d have to talk to you about our job ,” I say with dramatic sarcasm, trying and failing to keep the smile off my face. “Oh no, what a nightmare.”

Thomus grabs my ankle, lifting my foot so he can shift closer, until my calf rests on his opposite thigh. That hand slides from my ankle all the way up my leg, and I’m disappointed it’s not under my nightgown. “It would have been an absolute nightmare to have you prance into my office every bloody day,” he continues as his fingers meet the crease at my hip and wedge themselves in. Then they keep traveling and grip all the plentiful flesh there. “I’d never be able to get any work done because I’d constantly be thinking about bending you over my desk.”

My eyes run laps over the sharp lines of his face, trying to determine if he’s serious. “Is that so?”

Thomus’ eyes drop to my mouth, his free hand brings his thumb to brush my lower lip. “These would be the worst. With every meddlesome question you ask, I’d only be able to think about how they’d taste.”

I’m holding my breath - my heart thudding, my ears burning. I’m suddenly very unnecessarily conscious of how far my glasses have slipped down my nose, the cool breeze from the window across my chest, and how heavy I’m breathing over his thumb. And for some reason his accent is doing funny things to my insides right now, of all times.

His voice is low, husky, and oh, so hot. “I’d be thinking about how you’d sound when I touched you. And yes, I say when . I could only endure such torture for so long before I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you.”

I snort, a disbelieving smile breaking out under his thumb. “You make me sound like some kind of irresistible vixen.” A chuckle rumbles out of his chest, but I keep going. “Well, I have good news for you - I wouldn’t object to any of that.”

“Is that so?” His hand caresses from my jaw to my neck.

I bite my lip to control my grin. “Well, yeah. Why do you think I’d be bothering you so much in the first place?”

Thomus lets out a breathy chuckle and sits back, his eyes crinkling in the corners. I can only stare, mesmerized by seeing genuine happiness on his face.

“So,” I say brightly. “Are you enjoying this party you put so much effort into preparing?”

His smile fades. “Not as much as I ought to, I suppose.”

“Oh, why not?” I ask, placing my hand over his one on my neck, feeling along the lines of his knuckles and fingers.

“The people down there…” he starts, eyes gazing out the window, “the only thing I’ve ever been to them is a source for gossip and scandal. And then the few who look past all that see the Malfoy name and nothing else.”

I let that process. “So what you’re saying is you’re a real catch?”

He bursts out laughing, the hand from my hip reaching up to scratch his chin. “Yeah, for those desperate to social climb.”

“So you’re a desperately eligible bachelor ?” I tease with a bit more drama to my tone. “How interesting. All the finest debutantes must be lining up down there, so what ever are you doing up here with me?”

“I’m a little old for debutantes.” He settles toward me into a more relaxing position, pulling his knee up and pressing his calf onto the bench under my thighs. With his face closer to mine now, his softly spoken words are loud and clear. “And besides, your company is vastly preferable over theirs.”

My face floods with heat and I crumble under his direct eye contact. My mouth suddenly feels as dry as the desert while I’m forced to figure out some kind of intelligent reply. “Quite shocking, really,” I say, my voice a whisper until I clear my throat, swallowing down some nerves. “Who wouldn’t want to hang out with the wizarding world’s most crankiest?”

He laughs again. “Are you talking about me or them?”

I’m about to answer, but a dull tapping sound coming from the party draws my attention. The guests are returning inside, tapping their wands against their champagne glasses.

“Ten minutes to midnight,” Thomus explains. “Lucius and Narcissa are about to make their toast.”

I slip my other hand around the one he has at my neck, both of mine cradling it near my chest as I glance at the clock on his mantle. “I guess that means you have to go?”

“Probably,” he admits slowly. “But I’m here.”

“Hold on, speaking of being here, isn’t Draco supposed to be in Switzerland?” I jut in, my eyes easily finding him and Hermione on the edge of the crowd.

“He is and Lucius is absolutely furious,” he sighs. “I can’t believe he’d be so foolish.”

“Well, it's obvious, right?” I ask, side-eying him, unsure if this is something I could even talk about. “He’s like, really into Hermione.”

A few moments tick by in silence as I stare at the crowd below. I glance at him to see his eyes had been on me the whole time, his expression pensive. When our eyes meet, he holds them for a moment before his gaze follows his hand as both of his gently hold mine instead. He pulls back my left sleeve, his fingers lightly tracing his name inked on my skin. Then he goes further, tracing the white puckered lines of the scar Bellatrix left me.

“What’re you thinking about?” I whisper.

His lips curl ruefully. “I’m thinking about how much of a hypocrite I am. I’ve called him foolish when here I am,” he says. “Unable to stay away.”

“From what?” I breathe, feeling stupid the moment I finish. My heart is beating so hard I wonder if he can feel my pulse where he holds my arm.

Thomus’ eyes hold on my arm, avoidant of my own. His voice is soft like he's telling me a secret. “I snuck you in tonight because I couldn’t bear not spending it with you.”

My eyebrows come together and I feel my head shake. “It’s just another year.”

“No,” he says, his eyes flashing up to mine, adamant. “Moments like these are important, to spend with those who are important. That’s why they’re all gathered down there, isn’t it? To go into the New Year praising the Dark Lord’s reign, congratulating themselves for their accomplishments this year.” He looks back down at our hands, at his name. “I know I don’t have much to celebrate in that regard, but I do know that you’re important to me… and frankly I'm tired of pretending otherwise.”

I can only stare at him. Unable to think, unable to breathe . How could he say something like that?

When I finally have to draw breath after what feels like an eternity, I only get to say his name. “Thomus -”

The loud popping of fireworks bursts from below, along with some cheer that has me turning my gaze away only briefly. I turn back and Thomus’ mouth descends on mine.

The kiss is full and wonderful, but short. He pulls back inches away to search into my gaze, like he’s asking for permission, like he’s making sure what he just said was okay.

It was more than okay. It’s exactly what my heart wants to hear, even though my own stubborn insecurities push doubt into my mind.

I can’t say anything back. I can’t tell him how I feel.

But I can show him.

Our lips meet again in a rush. At least it feels like that to me, like we just can’t bare being apart anymore. I pour my heart and soul into this kiss. My hands find their way into his hair, his caress and grip every part of my body he can reach.

Soon I’m pushing him back so I can climb onto his lap. He’s pulled up my nightgown and the cool air feels amazing on my bare legs. I’ve got one foot on the floor and the other is bent at the knee, helping control my balance while I’m grinding on him.

He keeps pulling me to him, my weight rocking into him, and I brace a hand on the wall in the bay window as he falls further back, keeping me upright. His hands slip under my nightgown, roaming my thighs. I adjust my hips, feeling brave enough to put both hands on his chest to steady me. His suit pants can’t hide how hard he is. I try to use that as a reminder he’s genuinely into me. No matter how many times I’m in his lap, it’s still hard to believe he wants me here.

“How long till you have to go back?” I ask with controlled breaths.

He growls. “Just fuck me, baby.” His fingers painfully dig into my hips as he pulls me down, undulating his hips against me. “I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

There are things I want to blurt out, simple little words swelling in my chest that threaten to ruin everything.

But if I confess how I feel, it wouldn’t change anything. I’ll still be his prisoner. His possession.

I don’t wanna be an object. I long to be more .

My hands slide up his chest to meet at his neckline, shoving my fingers into the knot on his tie. I don’t bother pulling it all the way off before I go at his buttons, not stopping until his muscled chest and abdomen are revealed. My hips rock, rubbing my pussy over his cock straining to be let free.

Then I jump up, standing to shimmy my undies to the floor. Thomus sits up and shrugs off his suit jacket, pulling off his tie completely. I pause, waiting to return to my seat, but then he looks at me, his eyes raking me up and down.

“I want that off,” he says, referring to the only article of clothing I have left.

I struggle not to make a face, because I still have a hard time being completely naked in front of him. If we were in bed, that would be different. This just feels too exposed.

I grip the material around my hips and step toward him. “Take it off for me?” I ask.

Lust-filled eyes lock on mine and his hands go to my thighs, sliding them up my sides, taking the gown with them. I raise my arms to help him pull it off the rest of the way and a blast of cool air from the window makes goosebumps rise all over me. It sends a shiver through my body and my nipples harden.

When my arms are free, I step even closer and cup his face, pressing my lips to his. I kiss him softly, from one corner of his mouth to the other. While I distract his mouth with sweet kisses, one hand takes off my glasses and the other goes to his belt.

Of course, I can only use one brain cell at a time, so my mouth becomes distracted when I struggle with undoing his belt. I just pull my mouth away all together so I can get a visual on my hands. I glance up at Thomus’ face to find his heated gaze focused on mine.

“Sorry,” I mutter, looking down at the matter at hand. “Not very sexy, I know.”

“Oh, on the contrary,” he says and inhales sharply when my hands finally wrap around his swollen cock. My palms glide up and down gently before giving it a firm squeeze. My thumb circles his head, spreading a bead of pre-cum, and he leans forward, lips and tongue tracing a path from my neck to my breasts. One of his big hands cups my breast and when he immediately bites down on my nipple, I gasp and whimper. His tongue soothes away the pain, swirling around the stiff peak.

His other hand slides down my thigh, fingers feeling the dimples and divots until they hook behind my knee. My hands go to his shoulders for balance as he lifts my foot until it’s on the bench. His fingers quickly glide back up my thigh, this time underneath it to where it’s most sensitive and softest.

Thomus’ lips release my nipple and he pulls back enough to see my face. “I think you’re very sexy,” he murmurs. “From this pretty little pussy of yours” - his fingers glide through my folds, teasingly spreading the slipperiness from the center to my clit - “to those lips I just can’t seem to get enough of.”

His thumb presses in on my clit and my train of thought struggles to stay on track. “You’re pretty hot too,” I say breathily. “You’ve got these shoulders and thighs and hands that just -” My words are cut off by a moan when he slips two fingers inside me.

“That just what?” he teases, unmistakably smug.

It takes me a moment to answer because his thumb in combination with his fingers curling against my g-spot have my hips rocking and my brain turning to mush. My breaths come in short pants and my eyes are pinched closed, focused on riding the pleasurable waves his fingers are orchestrating.

“Concentrate, darling,” he presses. “Answer me.”

“Hands,” I gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders, “hands that do terrible… awful things to me.”

His fingers turn aggressive, pressing harder and rhythmic as he hums in approval. “That’s a good girl.”

His lips return to my nipple and that pushes me past the point of no return. A stream of curses and Thomus’ name tumble from my mouth. My toes curl and my body goes stiff as my orgasm washes over me. Thomus slows his long fingers, but still presses in hard on my g-spot as my pussy pulses around him.

When I can finally breathe again, I push at Thomus’ shoulders and he leans back, bringing his drenched digits up to his mouth. He groans at my taste and resituates himself on the bench, pushing his pants and briefs past his thighs. I’m still dazed from my orgasm when Thomus pulls me on top of him. He holds his cock at the base and guides me until he’s sliding home, deep inside my pussy.

“Oh fuck,” I moan, my eyes closing. This position never fails to put him as deep inside as possible, and if I really sit on his lap, he’s hitting my cervix. But that would be painful, so instead I move my hips around slowly, figuring out what angle works best and won’t kill my thighs. One particular move makes him groan and my eyes flutter open to find his locked intently on me, watching my body move. I definitely found the right one.

I start to go a little faster, a little harder. I have a hand on a window pane and the other grasping his shoulder to stabilize me. My thighs are burning, but the pain isn’t enough to make me stop. He’s inside me, and I love being connected like this. What I feel for him never feels more real than it does in moments like this. When I can’t be in denial.

With the increasing intensity of my hips, little whimpers start to tumble from my mouth alongside my panting. My bottom lip is nailed between my teeth and as I can feel my orgasm hurtling towards me, fuck is the only word coming out of my mouth.

Whenever he feels they could use more attention, his hands never fail to stray to my breasts. Supporting them as they bounce and sway, leaning forward to kiss and nibble at my nipples.

“So fucking beautiful,” I hear him grind out above the steady and erotic sound of our bodies joining.

My orgasm is close - so, so close. I’m starting to go crazed, desperate to cum again. Thomus is, too. I can hear it in his voice as he groans.

“Baby, I need you to cum on me.” His voice is strained like he’s in utter agony.

I let out a frustrated whimper as I pause to grind on his lap, hoping for an angle that hits my clit.

“I need - can you - ?” I gasp out.

I don’t even have to finish my sentence before his fingers wiggle in under my belly. My pussy’s so slippery, the pads of his fingers find the hood of my clit and press in, rubbing it in circles. My hips jerk, bouncing up and down on his cock, continuing even as my orgasm finally crashes over my body. I throw my head back as my back arches. His body stiffens below me as he cums, groaning out his pleasure.

“Beautiful darling, well done,” he pants with praise after we both have a chance to breathe, his voice shaking. “I lov-”

Thomus is abruptly cut off by loud banging on his door.

We both jump like we’ve been hit. There’s a moment where our eyes meet and I see panic cross his face just as it does on mine.

“Thomus!” a familiar man’s voice calls from beyond the door.

Thomus blinks, his expression hardening. He brings a finger up to his lips, warning me to be quiet. “Closet,” he whispers. “Go. Now.”

Nodding, my legs are like jelly as I push myself off of him. He’s hastily throwing on his suit as I bend to scoop up my nightgown and undies. I dash for the closet. It’s dark enough I can just hide behind the open door. Instead of the nightgown though, I opt for my pants and hoodie. Plus a pair of Thomus’ socks while I’m at it because mine are lost in the sheets somewhere.

While I’m desperately dressing, the man at the door calls for Thomus again. “Where have you been, Thomus? I’ve been sent to fetch your ungrateful ass.”

I squeeze behind the closet door to peek through the crack between the hinges just as Thomus strides to the door. He’s fully dressed and smoothing back his hair with his fingers. He pauses to take a deep breath before opening the door.

It’s Rodolphus.

“What do you want,” Thomus demands, sounding amazingly composed.

Rodolphus leans a hand on the doorframe. “You missed your brother’s toast,” he says, a mocking lilt to his tone. His hair is disheveled, the tie to his tux hangs loose around his neck. “How could you have missed this moment to show support for the Dark Lord? Your family? ”

“I don’t answer to you,” Thomus says. He keeps his back straight and his chin up.

Rodolphus puts a finger to his chin, tapping it. “And then I remembered a few other times you’ve mysteriously disappeared from similar events,” Rodolphus continues before abruptly shoving past Thomus into the room. Thomus tries grabbing his coat tails, but he somehow avoids him.

Rodolphus stops in the middle of the room, eyeing it while slowly turning back to Thomus. He inhales heavily through his nose and steps back towards the window with the bench. “A moment ago, I was convinced you were up here fucking my wife,” he says casually. He reaches for something on it and my anxiety explodes in my chest the moment I see him pick up my glasses. “Of course, I was only half-right. This room reeks of sex, but my wife has never hid.”

Rodolphus drops my glasses and stomps on them with his shoe, crushing my lenses under his sole. The glass crunches as he turns, backing up towards the closet. Thomus watches him with furious eyes. His hands are empty, but I know in the blink of an eye he’d have his wand.

“I’m surprised you can still get it up for her since her… accident ,” Rodolphus taunts. “She’s utterly repulsing if you ask me.”

“I didn’t,” Thomus bites.

He’s so close to the closet. My fingers feel for anything on the shelf behind me and immediately feel the unmistakable smooth metal of Thomus’ shoehorn, the very one I tried to pummel him with.

Maybe New Year’s Eve kisses are good luck.

I raise it over my head as he steps to the doorway.

“Your silence is very telling,” Rodolphus chuckles as he slowly steps into the closet. I hear his footsteps on the wood floor as he disappears on the other side of the door.

I’ve shoved my anxiety down enough so I don’t panic as he reappears, wand scanning the room.

Just as he turns to me, I transfigure the shoehorn into a dagger, and hold it up to his throat.

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Addicting Temptations, Chapter 16 (Final Chapter)

Jodie smoothed her hands down her sides and took in a deep breath. The dress she wore was a long and elegant dark green dress, incredibly beautiful and of course expensive. Bought especially for the big party that was just starting.

She smiled at herself in the mirror then walked out to David and Tom. Their breaths were taken away when they spotted her. Both took turns kissing and complimenting her.

She was a bit stunned at how they looked too, in expensive posh suits, looking very in charge. When they pulled on their leather gloves and donned their wolf masks, she was actually speechless and turned on.

‘I can smell you, pet… So will every other Alpha in the room.’ Tom growled, stealing another kiss from her.

‘But they can’t have you, because you are ours.’ David grinned.

‘We have something for you.’ Tom reached into his pocket and pulled out a mask for her.

Her eyes widened as she gasped. ‘For me?’

Tom and David nodded as Tom gently put the mask over her eyes, gently tying it at the back. She rushed over to look at herself in the mirror again, giggling giddily at her reflection.

It was a beautiful mask, similar to her Alphas. A mix of gold and silver, but it wasn’t a wolf of course. It was a bunny with the ears sticking up too.

‘Absolutely divine.’ David purred when she walked back over to them.

‘The wolves delicious little bunny.’ Tom grinned and playfully bit at her neck.

Jodie trembled and tried to calm herself, she knew she was already giving off the aroused scent and she didn’t want to make it worse. But Tom and David had mischievous smiles, knowing exactly what they were doing to her.

It was a short trip in the car to where they were having the party, Jodie was so excited she could barely sit still on the journey there.

And she had a feeling Chris would be there… She actually hoped he would be. So she could show off her new Alphas.

When they arrived, they went upstairs first through a back door. Then when they heard Jessica introducing them, including with their lovely omega. They put their arms out to Jodie, who took them both and then they walked out and started descending the stairs.

Everyone was quiet apart from some gasps of shock and a few whispers. Mostly at seeing the omega on their arms with a very slight bulge of her stomach, which definitely wasn’t from eating too much.

Chris was hovering at the back of the crowd. His eyes widened when he saw her. He couldn’t be certain, but he was fairly sure that was Jodie. It certainly looked like her, aside from some differences, including the mask… And he felt so sad upon seeing her belly. They’d tried for a baby numerous times during her heat, but it had never happened.

But her smell wasn’t her. It was different… But he knew it would be if she had been claimed by another Alpha. And if she was pregnant, that would be a different added scent too.

He was so sure, yet at the same time he really hoped it wasn’t.

One of their most valued customers went over to greet the Alphas and their omega first.

‘Congratulations is in order it seems.’ The man smiled widely.

‘Yes, thank you.’ Tom nodded politely as he put his hand over Jodie’s stomach.

They moved around the room, speaking to some guests. They refused to answer personal questions about Jodie, who just kept quiet anyway and let her Alphas do all the talking.

Then Chris decided to make his move.

Charlie had been keeping a close eye on him all evening. When he’d heard that Tom and David were allowing him to come, he knew he would need to be on alert. So he moved in instantly and put himself between Chris and the three main guests.

‘Not any closer, Sir.’ He said firmly.

Tom, David and Jodie looked at Chris, but said nothing.

Jodie wasn’t sure why she was shocked at herself, but she didn’t feel anything at all when she saw her previous Alpha… Absolutely nothing.

‘Jodie? It’s you, isn’t it?’ Chris asked, cautiously looking at the Alphas around her.

They still said nothing. But then David leaned over to Charlie and whispered something into his ear. Charlie nodded. He then escorted Chris to a side room down the hall.

After speaking to a few more people, Tom and David excused themselves with Jodie for a moment. They headed down the hall to the room where Chris was waiting with Charlie.

Chris looked hopeful when he saw Jodie walk in with the other two.

‘Please… I need to know. Jodie, what happened? Why? It is you, isn’t it? Please. It’s me, your Alpha.’ He pleaded desperately, but Charlie still didn’t let him get close to any of them.

Jodie stepped forward, Tom and David stayed where they were, hands folded on front of them. Calmly watching their omega take charge of the situation.

‘You are not my Alpha. Tom and David are my Alphas.’ She spoke confidently.

Chris’ eyes widened, there was no denying that was Jodie now he’d heard her speak. He let out a sob.

‘Jodie… come back to me.’ He pleaded.

‘Do you know what it takes to get a private audience with us?’ Jodie asked him.

Tom and David had to contain themselves from grinning. They were so proud of their omega.

‘Wh… what?’ Chris looked super confused.

‘Those who do, don’t get out again to tell the tale.’

Just as she slipped her mask off, giving Chris full confirmation that it was her, Hannibal came up behind him. And before Chris could even comprehend what was happening, Jodie gave a slight nod to Hannibal, who stabbed a large needle into Chris’ neck. Causing him to collapse to the ground in an instant.

Jodie slipped her mask back on and turned to her two Alphas. They put their hands out towards her, and she took them without hesitation. They headed back to the party, with Charlie behind them.

Hannibal stood over Chris’ body and glanced over to the back corner of the room with a smirk.

‘Well, my darling. It seems we have lovely fresh meat for our dinner tonight.’ He purred at his omega, Emilia, who was lurking in the shadows, watching her Alpha at work.

‘I look forward to it.’ She grinned over at him.

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a/n: Here it is, guys! The first chapter of OT&ON! I hope you like the story as much as I do. Without further talking... Let's take off and take flight to Cairo! :)

Warnings for this Chapter: quite the toxic relationship, maybe a bit angst, mentions of cheating

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Chapter One - Welcome to Cairo

"Darling, you're finally ready now? We need to leave! Otherwise, we'll miss our flight - and I can't miss it! You know that I have a strict time plan in Cairo!" I heard the voice of my husband echoing across the hallway. I sighed, zipped the zipper of my suitcase shut. "Coming!" A four-week vacation awaited me. Summer, sun, a new culture, different food, people and places, a five-star hotel – and gosh I hated it already. Okay… To be honest, I actually hated everything about my life. My family, which stabbed me literally in the back - especially my father, by forcing me to marry a man, which I didn't even love. 'It will be the best for our families and the business. You and Phil will make a great couple,' he had said. I had not even the chance to complain. My father was strict and what he said counted. Sometimes I wished for my mum to still live... She would've never let that happen, but since she died ten years ago, everything changed. Father changed. He became colder, bitter. And I was the first person, who got to feel that side of him at first hand. And now? Now my life was made of living in a fancy villa on Mallorca, spending the whole day with doing luxury things and accompanying my husband to 'meetings' all around the world. That may sound dreamlike - and it was in a kind of way, but... I wasn't happy. Phil wasn't the right man. What is all the money worth, when your heart longed for real, true love? Right. Nothing. I just wanted to be... normal again and not 'the wife of Phil Arison'…

Again, a heavy sigh left my lips. But that was impossible. I had my responsibilities and duties towards Phil as his wife and as much as it hurt me, I needed to follow them. Besides, if I would decide to get divorced, my father would be the first in line to kill me. As often as I toyed with that thought, it was just wishful thinking. I was trapped inside that life. In that life I didn't want to live, but had no other chance than to do so. Little did I know, that the fateful vacation in Cairo would change everything...

I grabbed my suitcase and bag and made my way down our private elevator, towards the big yard. Phil was already there, leaned in his black suit against the black Range Rover, tapping impatiently his foot. "Finally... Come on, Riley!" With quick steps I was at the car. "Yes, sorry, I couldn't find my bikini," I lied, giving him a half fake smile. I didn't want to tell him, that I got lost in my daydreams again. He wouldn't appreciate that. By now I knew this man... Phil didn't care about the thoughts running through my head or the troubles which made my heart heavy or the demons which hunted me down sometimes. I was married and yet on my own. Alone. Therefore, that our relationship was anyway build on lies, didn't matter one more or less. Daniel - our personal chauffeur and right-hand man stowed away my luggage in the trunk of the car, then opened the door for me to sit in. "Mrs. Arison." I gave him a friendly smile, "Thanks." and sat in the car, beside Phil. "We have to be at least in eight hours at the Nefertiti Hotel in Cairo. Maryse will await me there - and I want to be well rested, before it's time to get to business." Maryse. One of his 'secretaries'. Or how I like to call them: Personal bitches. I had to suppress a bitter laugh. I knew it. I knew that he had other women beside me. I knew that he had several affairs behind my back. I was simply not enough for him. That was a thing I had accepted a long time ago. He thought I didn't know... But I did. Of course, Phil tried to hide it, but it was quite easy for me to count one and one together. How often he was hours and hours away, sometimes the whole night on so called 'meetings'. Or how he smelled like not exactly decent women perfume, when he crawled in bed to me late at night. Or the lipstick smudges he tried to cover up with the collar of his shirts. At first it really hurt me, after I found out, but meanwhile was it almost actually a blessing... Because that meant that I didn't have to sleep with him so often. Nevertheless, didn't change it the fact, that my husband cheated on me. A thing we swore to never do in marriage. But well... Promises can be broken... Even a marriage promise. "I'm sure we can make it to be on time in the hotel," I answered, giving him another fake smile. Daniel took us to the airport, on which our private jet already waited. We quickly got inside the plane, heading off towards Egypt.

We landed exactly seven hours later in Cairo. The sun hung already low, on the verge of sinking, as my feet touched Egyptian ground. The first thing I noticed was the temperature. Damn, it was hot... Way hotter than in Mallorca... I never was in Cairo before, therefore I was quite excited about it, looked around and tried to soak in my surroundings - even if it was almost dark. "Riley, come. Our car waits," Phil said, arms slinging around my middle to pull me closer. "You can explore Cairo tomorrow, darling." I nodded, smiled again at him. Phil reciprocated my smile and pressed a kiss on my cheek, before taking my hand and pulling me after him. A taxi brought us straight through the city to the famous, five-star Nefertiti Hotel. It was super big and expensive looking. Yes, I was in a few cities already with Phil and also in a lot of hotels - but none of them was so splendid and luxurious like this one. Together, we entered the hotel, went through the big open glass door. My eyes went wide in awe and my brain tried to process what my eyes saw. The lobby was big. Really big. Decorated with big white columns, obviously made out of marble or so. Just like the floor. White and black stone slabs formed the floor. In the middle of this huge lobby stood a fountain, surrounded by little plants and lanterns. Everything was a bit Arabic breathed on and you could literally smell the Egyptian flair. It was simply amazing. I was beyond stunned. Maybe, just maybe this vacation wouldn't be that bad at all...

While I was still looking around and drinking in this amazing location, Phil walked already towards the reception desk to get us checked in. I didn't even recognize that. Well, not until he approached me again. "Riley, darling, you coming?" I spun quickly on my heels, facing him. "Um, yes, sure, in a minute. I'd like to look a bit further around." His expression told me, that he wasn't that pleased with my answer. "Fine, but I want that beautiful ass of yours in five minutes in my bed, yes?" I swallowed, but nodded. "Yes, sure." He gave me a nod. "The Concierge brought your stuff already up to the room as well." Then he left. "Alright, thanks," I mumbled, but he was already out of sight.

Call me stupid, but I was so fascinated by that lobby, I didn't know where to look or go first. "Can I help you, Madam?" I almost jumped out of my skin, when I heard another voice speaking up behind me. I turned around, facing whoever had addressed me - and looked straight into the face of a man in a neat dark blue, almost black suit, white shirt and gold-ish tie. His short blonde curls with hues of brown were styled to perfection and the man's sharp cheekbones and cheeks were covered with a slight stubble. He had a friendly, warm smile on his lips and his shining, bright blue eyes looked at me. They were as bright as the ocean and so deep, that I was shortly afraid I would lose myself in them. "Excuse me, please, I didn't mean to startle you, Miss..." It took me a moment to get myself out of my thoughts. "Arison." I cleared my throat. "Mrs. Arison." His polite smile widened. "Mrs. Arison. My name is Pine. I am the Night Manager here." The Night Manager? I gave him a friendly smile as well. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Pine." Mr. Pine gave me a polite nod. "Can I help you somehow, Madam?" "Oh, um, not really. I just wanted to look around a bit." "I could show you around, if you like." What a friendly and courteous man he was... "Yes, I'd like that-" My gaze drifted coincidentally to the big clock, hanging over the reception desk - and I froze. The five minutes Phil gave me, were over."B-But I think I should go to my room now. It got quite late a-and after the flight I should rest a bit." "Of course, Mrs. Arison. Maybe tomorrow?" "Maybe, yes." "Shall I escort you to your room?" Speaking of that... Oh no... I didn't even know where my room was. Stupid, Riley… Very stupid. So, I agreed. "Yes, thank you, Mr. Pine." He escorted me to my room in silence, stopped in front of the 'Hatshepsut Suite'. "There we are." I gave him another small smile. "Thank you." "Anytime, Mrs. Arison. Good night." Mr. Pine made a slight bow, "Good night." then left. I looked after him with a smile until he vanished around the corner. What a gentleman... I opened the door to the suite, stepped in and shut the door again behind me. That smile I had on my lips, got quickly swept away again. "Five minutes... I said five minutes!" I flinched at my husband's words. "I-I know... I'm sorry I-" "Shut up and get on the bed. I'm starving..." Phil interrupted me, coldly. His eyes practically undressing me and the look on his face left no chance for discussions. You are his wife, I reminded myself. You have your duties. So, I did what he asked me to.

At the start of mine and Phil's 'relationship', I tried to convince myself, that we were going to make indeed a great couple. Trying to convince me, that I could actually fall for him... Pretended to fall for him. Lied to myself that I have fallen for him. I didn't, of course. At least not hard. This all had nothing to do with love. It was business. We both knew it. For Phil was this all a great deal in contrast to me. He had even more money now, could buy whatever he desired, was a respected business man, the company boomed and he got me - the icing of the cake. A woman he could show off and especially use as his personal amusement toy. And what did I get from that 'deal'? A life full of unhappiness and coercion. A life without a perspective on a happy end. On love. On a own life. Come on... A bit dreaming was allowed, wasn't it? My gaze drifted to my right. Phil laid on his side with his back towards me. The lamps of our nightstand illuminated the room, drowned it in a soft orange. I sighed. I needed a bit... space - and therefore, that Phil was deep asleep, I stood up and got dressed again, before sneaking quietly out of our room. The hotel was completely quiet. No single guest or stuff could be seen. Well, no wonder... It was meanwhile almost midnight. Actually, I just wanted to walk around a bit, to sort my thoughts, but somehow my feet let me down to the impressive lobby again.

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