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Crushing on You || Slytherin Boys

type :: fluff

tw/cw :: none

contains :: draco malfoy, tom riddle, mattheo riddle, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire

summary :: cute little loser things they do because they’re so down bad for you. inspired by the fucking masterpiece that is ONE DAY ONE NIGHTTTT AHHHHHH by bts ofc. some of these might be creepy but I think they’re cute

DRACO MALFOY

It’s always an enemies to lovers for him, he literally cannot get crushes on someone unless he hates their guts

Probably cause he got daddy issue but meh, we’re not solving that today

He HATED your guts, he has literally thought of getting a hit-man on you before

You’re his rival in every single aspect, even more than Harry is

Academics, you’re better

Athletics, you’re better

Clubs and community, you’re WAY better

He hates you and makes fun of you every single day and time he gets the chance

Even worse, Harry, Hermione, and Ron all come to defend you which makes him even more mad

But overtime, his aggressive staring and cursing under his breath turned into admiration

It all started when one day during Quidditch practice, some annoying 3rd year thought it would funny to mess with Draco’s broom

He ended up malfunctioning during practice, almost speeding into the walls of the school at astounding speeds

But luckily, you came just in time and yanked him off his broom, letting his broon get destroyed into the castle. But he was unharmed and was wrapped securely in your arms

From then on, he’s had a huge crush on you and all of his hatred turned into admiration

His aggressive stares were a bit softer and his insults had a hidden compliment in it

Everyone thinks that maybe he just feels bad and is finally regretting how rude he’s been to you, which is kinda true

He’s always watching over you, kinda like a stalker (because he is one)

He learns your daily routine, your favorite foods, clothing brands, makeup products, skincare routine, everything

Goes as far to hire and pay different students to watch after you if he’s busy

Somehow, you never notice and just think that people are nosy

He takes his research really far though, like straight up creepy

Draco gets his hands on all of your medical history, every single thing about you

He learns what your allergic too, what your rising sign is, how much you weigh at every check up

When he finds out that you’re anemic, he crushes up pills and sneakily adds it to your food to make sure you’re healthy

Does this with other things too, like Vitamin C, iron pills, etc etc etc

But in the end, it helps you a lot and makes you feel much better

And it makes him happy to know that you’re better because of him

One day, you get asked out by none other than Harry Potter

Instantly, Draco is enraged and everything in his sight is going to die a painful death

He feels betrayed by you despite treating you like utter shit for so many years

Not the mention he’s also gotten with maybe two or three other girls

He plans to ruin your date and he succeed

He burns Harry’s outfit, posses someone to spill hot tea on you, and even goes as far to sneak food you’re allergic to into your food

The date ends with you crying back to your dorm and Harry beating himself up

From this, Draco is happy and prepares to come and play knight-in-shining armor for you

But once again, he sees Harry comforting you and giving you a tight hug

Draco is literally about to kill Harry for this, cause ain’t no way he just did ALL of that for Harry to swoop in again

“You can’t take her! I loved her first! I love her more than your stupid four-eyed could ever!” He shouts at Harry

So yeah…. He just confessed out of rage

TOM RIDDLE

Never ever EVER will he get caught lacking for someone

This man keeps all of his lovey dovey feelings to himself, bro literally got a diary 😭

But when he saw you, and just like all of those dumb movies he’s seen, he was instantly love struck by you

He never knew that this was possible, he’s instantly disgusted with himself and does his best to the diminish the crush

But it won’t go away… you’re just perfect in every way

He’s so frustrated that he genuinely thinks of just killing you

But, thank GOD, he decides to not kill you and just become a stalker 😊

He finds out your entire schedule and walking path just so he can get small glimpses of you

Whenever you see him or make eye contact with him, he looks at you like you killed his entire family and he’s coming for revenge

But he’s actually drooling and hearing the most beautiful classical piano in the background

He sees you as a god/goddess that blessed him with your presence

Tom has always seen himself as the chosen one, the one given enough power to destroy and fix the world

And he sees you as his future Queen to the brand new world he will make :) kinda romanticccc

Finds all of your social media and stalks it for hours

He makes one of those fake burner accounts that looks like a bot

So when he follows you, you think nothing of it

But in reality, he’s watching you in depth

Bro finds your SPOTIFY and YOUR AO3 ACCOUNT… That’s how crazy he is

He made an entire playlist of every song you’ve ever posted and mentioned

He listens to it daily :)

Honestly, he’s just like me fr

He’s just a lil crazy and wants to know EVERYTHING about you

If you ever come up to him or are assigned partners, oh my god he’s gonna act so cold

Acts like he hates your guts and despises your existence

But in reality, he’s gonna thank every single religious figure out there for blessing him with allowing him to be in your space

MATTHEO RIDDLE

When he first saw you, he thought you were fine as hell

He was just trying to get into your pants

But when he tried to make a move, you scoffed and shoved him away

Instantly, he was attracted to you

He’s only been rejected like twice, and both times it ended with them begging on their knees for him

He was about to do the exact same thing to you

Unlike the others, he’s the only one that shows it and actively makes a move

Constantly flirts with you, no matter the time or day

Kinda like Filipino courtingggg 🤭

Finds all of your classes and walks you to all of them

Even though you want to walk with your friends, he won’t let you and always pulls you away from them

He skips his classes constantly just so he can be with you and flirt with you more

Even if you keep rejecting him or even slap him, he won’t stop. He loves when girls play hard to get

Sends you flowers, they’re a little bit ugly, but it’s the thought that counts

Sends you chocolates and stuffed animals to the point where a whole section of your dorm is dedicated to the pile of 65 stuffed animals you’ve received

He can’t really write poems or love songs, but he sends you little drawings that are barely readable

He makes little stick figures to represent you guys, one that’s super tall with abs (him) and another one that has hair and a triangle body (you)

Although you can barely understand his chicken scratch drawings, it makes you giggle from how stupid they are

Sometimes it’s him fighting off dragons, or you drowning and he saves you, or him being a rich king and you’re his queen

Never ever gives up on you, no matter what

Will fight off every single competition he has, he doesn’t care if they end up paralyzed

One time, someone older than you guys by one year tried to ask you out

Because he was a grade above you guys, he thought Mattheo wouldn’t fight him

But nopppeeee he was dead wrong, Mattheo sent him to the hospital wing repeatedly for a whole month

Even though the poor guy learned his lesson, Mattheo was mad that not only did he have the balls to ask you out but to also doubt Mattheo’s strength

Surprisingly, he cares a lot towards your friends as well and never leaves him out of the picture which is sweet

If you get a 100 roses from him (an almost daily occurrence), then he’ll get your best friends a small bouquet of 10-12 roses in return

If you get a huge chocolate box of the most expensive chocolates, then your friends get a small little wrapped box of a few chocolates

It’s really sweet and it makes your friends see that he’s actually pretty cool and sweet

Definitely goes around and lies to people by saying you two are dating

Eventually, everyone is fucking tired of you guys and basically sees you as a couple

One day, your friends say they’re gonna have a girls day and ask you to meet them at this nice restaurant

But surprise! The girls lied, you got all dressed up for nothing :(

But surprise again! Mattheo pops up. Your friends set you up with him to help you two to finally start dating

THEODORE NOTT

He’s had plenty of one night stands, weird situation-ships, and more but with you, he’s never had that

You’ve been his friend for ages, before he got hot and ripped

And he appreciated you a lot for that, he felt like he could finally be himself with someone

Over the years, he’s slowly gotten more and more comfortable with you

When he was going to bed, he thought to himself “I wouldn’t mind marrying (y/n)”

He smiled as he said that, about to sleep until his eyes shot wide open as he repeated what he said

“I wouldn’t mind marrying (y/n)??!???!!?”

When he realized he likes you, he’s a complete idiot

Normally with girls, he’s super smooth and charismatic - but that’s only because he’s trying to get into their pants

With you, you knew all his tactics and how awful of a person he can and HAS been over the years

You’ve seen him cheat, yell, and sometimes be borderline abusive to his past girlfriends

He starts to worry about how you perceive him and wants to make sure he seems like a good option

He becomes so awkward around you, it’s painful

Starts to be way nicer to you than he ever has been and becomes a lot more chivalrous

He takes off his jacket and shields you from rain, if anyone teases you he’ll get really defensive, he spoon feeds you at times, always pays for your lunch and dinner

Even goes as far as to take you on shopping sprees with no limit - even if you say no he’ll just keep track of everything you look at and buy it for you

Gets you flowers every week and always excuses it as “this is what best friends always do”

You two are basically dating… just without an official title

He’s TERRIFIEDDDD to ask, he’s literally had break downs over his fear of you rejecting him

Please just confess to him yourself, I’m not sure when he’ll get the balls and confidence to do it

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

He’s the most sane out of all of them all 😭

Literally the one line from Taylor Swift, “in a world of boys he’s a gentleman” AHAAAAHHHHH

He gets a crush on you after you two are partnered for a long term project

Loves how smart and dedicated you are, it inspires him to be the same way

Sometimes he purposely acts dumb just so that you’ll help him

Always pays attention to the small details and everything you do

Spoils you ROTTEN omg

Will take you out to go shopping with him and he whips out his black card and casually drops 25k just on clothes and makeup for you

He loves the feeling of spoiling you, makes him feel like your future husband

Praises you for everything, even the bare minimum

“Woah! I like your outfit!” And you’re literally wearing the required school uniform

He wants to date you and call you his own, but he knows he’s a fuck boy deep down

Every time he’s dated a girl, he’s ended up breaking up with them because he can’t commit or just straight up cheating on them

He’s very confident that he could change and be better, but he wants to be perfect before he dares you

Because he sees you as perfect :”) and you only deserve the best

You help motivate him to become better, even though you didn’t know you did

Starts going to the gym, works harder in school, tries to be more nice to everyone

Eventually, he’ll get the guts to ask you out for the Yule ball but he’ll keep saying you’re going as “friends”

But one day you’ll overhear him and his group talking about how fat of a crush he has on you

They all tease him and call him a simp, loverboy, everything

But when he sees that you’ve been listening the entire time, he’s so reddddd

Tries to hide his face and runs away, he avoids you for a little bit

He’s so so so scared of not being good enough or even ruining his relationship with you

He’d genuinely be okay with just being your best friend for all his life whilst loving you, even though it would hurt him so badly

Please just accept this boy 🙏 tell this man he’s enough and that you love him

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lnfours · 1 year

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summer loving (one) ⎸ t.h

⌙ summary: your mom and tom’s mom grew up together, swearing that their kids would be life long friends. and it was true, the holland boys were a special part of your life. but on the annual trip to their beach house this summer, everything feels different. and that’s because it is.

⌙ au: based on the book and tv show ‘the summer i turned pretty’ by jenny han. childhood friends to lovers

⌙ wc: 1.7k

⌙ warnings: swearing, hints of jealousy, a hint of fluff and angst.

⌙ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader

masterlist ⎸ teaser ⎸ chapter two ⎸ listen

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the waves crashing on the sand, the smell of salt and sunscreen in the cool breeze, the seagulls calling in the blue sky above the ocean, and the feeling of the sun on your skin.

you were home.

you smiled as you entered the holland’s beach house, it being a tradition to come every summer since you and your older brother were born. your parents had been life long friends of the hollands, nikki and your mom being so close that the two were practically sisters. the husbands always stayed at home to watch over things while the wives and the kids took a vacation. that’s how things have always been.

of course amongst you and your older brother, there were the holland brothers. four of them, in fact. two of them were twins, harry and sam, and the youngest one, paddy, being like one of your own brothers. he was your favorite, but you’d never let the other boys know that.

lastly, there was the oldest holland boy, tom. tom was your first crush, the only boy you’d always wish for on your birthday when you blew out the candles on your cake. he was protective of you, always defending you when the other boys made fun of you or left you out of things. if you were living in a fairytale, he’d be your knight in shining armor.

but this summer, you had a gut feeling that everything was going to be different. your suspicions were right when you weren’t greeted with a bear hug from tom, which had become a tradition over the years. instead, he walked up to you and gave you a small smile and an awkward wave.

you had furrowed your eyebrows, but let it roll off your back as you made your way to your room. it looked the exact same, the baby blue walls and white furniture. the blue and yellow floral bedding.

everything was just the way it was supposed to be.

you turned your head as there was a soft knock on your door, “hey, what’re you up to?”

you smiled at sam, folding your clothes as you shoved things into the dresser drawers, “putting things away,” you turned to look at him as he laid on the bed, head resting on his hand as he watched you, “what’re you up to?”

you and sam were probably the closest, the two of you bonding over your love for surfing and swimming all day long. the two of you ‘were like fish’, as your mother likes to say.

“probably gonna go catch some waves,” he smiled, “look at ‘em! practically callin’ my name!”

you laughed, looking outside the large window that sat across from your bed, “they do look pretty nice.”

“you comin’?”

you sighed, shaking your head as you threw your clothes down onto the bed, “fuck it, yeah.”

his smile lit up, “sweet! i’ll meet you outside in 5.”

he sprung off your bed and made his way to his own room, closing your bedroom door behind you. you grabbed a bathing suit, quickly throwing it on before grabbing your tote bag and throwing in a towel and your book, slipping on your flip flops before making your way down the wooden steps. you met sam downstairs, smiling to both of your moms as you entered the kitchen.

“already heading out?” nikki smiled, she knew you and sam loved to hit the beach on the first day.

“yup, the waves are calling to us!” sam said, tossing you a water bottle from the fridge. you smiled as you caught it, hearing another set of footsteps enter the room.

“just make sure y/n doesn’t wipe out this time.” your brother joked, causing you to roll your eyes and flip him off jokingly.

“one time! it was one time, austin!”

he let out a chuckle, looking at your mom, “do you care if harry and i head into town?”

she shook her head, “no, just make sure you’re not doing anything stupid.”

he fake saluted her before walking backwards into the living room, calling to harry. you looked at sam, giving him a small smile before nodding your head to the door.

“come on,”

“be careful you two!” the moms called out, both of you calling back to them and replying that you would before heading to the side of the house where they kept the surf boards. you grabbed yours before taking off towards the entrance of the beach, both you and sam looking out to the waves before smiling to each other.

“i’ll race ‘ya.” he smiled as you plopped your things into the sand. you sighed, thinking of an excuse you could use to distract him so you could get a head start.

“c’mon sam, it’s not fair. you always beat me-” you started before suddenly taking off towards the water. he laughed, calling back to you as he followed you in pursuit. you giggled as you plopped onto the board, paddling your way out.

“you’re lucky i like you enough for you to have that victory.” he said as he paddled next to you, finally catching up. you laughed, nodding your head to the right.

“c’mon, i’ve been waiting all year for this.”

“ladies first.”

the water was warm, the waves perfect for surfing as you and sam took turns riding them. you both had been in the water so long you hadn’t noticed that the sun was starting to go down, leaving you both with an hour left of sunlight.

you made your way to the shore, sitting your board next to you as you sat on the towel. you looked out at the view in front of you, swearing that no matter how many times you saw it, it could never get old.

“i’m gonna head back and see what the moms are doing,” sam said, pulling you out of the trance, “you comin’?”

you shook your head, “nah, i’ll probably read for a little bit before heading up.”

he smiled, “okay, nerd.”

you rolled your eyes and watched as he stood up, grabbing your board from the sand, “i’ll put this beaut back for you.”

“thank you,” you smiled and he nodded.

“‘course, see you when you come back.”

you nodded as he walked in the direction of the house, a board under each arm as he hiked through the sand. you grabbed your book from your tote bag, occasionally looking up from the pages to watch the sky turn into a mix of pink, purple, red and blue.

there was nothing prettier than an east coast sunset.

you were too lost in daydreaming and watching the sky change from blue to a mix of pink, purple and red to realize someone sat down beside you. when you saw a flop of brown curls out of your peripheral, you realized it was just tom. you smiled over in his direction as he brought his knees to his chest.

“fancy seeing you here,” you joked, “come here often?”

he chuckled, “ha ha, very funny.”

you smiled, “seriously, though. where’ve you been?”

“out,” he shrugged. you knew he didn’t owe you and explanation, but you were curious about what got him so down that it changed his entire demeanor.

“knew i’d find you here, though. you’re always on the beach on the first day.”

“yeah, it’s nice and quiet when it’s sunset. it’s peaceful.”

his eyes slightly widened, “sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt. i can go, if you-”

you shook your head as you waved him off, “nah, it’s okay. nice to finally see you. was honestly getting a little lonely.”

he nodded, looking down at your book as he traced over the pages with his fingers, “reading anything interesting?”

“not unless you’re interested in reading about a girl who’s in love with a guy who’s a douche bag hockey player for their college.” you smiled over at him, your hair slightly falling in your face as the wind blew. he rolled his eyes, chuckling playfully.

“you’re always the sappy one.”

“i am not!” you laughed, shoving his arm playfully.

“mhm, okay.” he hummed. the two of you sat in comfortable silence, you taking in a deep breath before speaking, scared of ruining the peaceful moment.

“how’s alexis?”

he stiffened up, clearing his throat before speaking, “dunno, could ask the guy she cheated on me with.”

you frowned, “t, i’m sorry.”

he waved you off this time, “nah, don’t worry about it.”

“she kinda sucked anyway.”

he laughed, “you’re on the nose with that one, young blood.”

you rolled your eyes at the nickname, “oh my god, i’m literally a year younger than you.”

“14 months, actually.”

“seriously, i could drown you in the ocean right now and no one would know.”

“you’d honestly be doing everyone a favor.” his response concerned you slightly.

“forreal though, you doing okay?” you asked, meeting his eyes. his brown eyes looked right back into yours and they looked so pretty in the colors of the sunset. he gave you a soft smile.

“i am now.”

your heart skipped a beat, taking in his slightly crooked nose from breaking it one too many times during filming. the way his freckles looked on his sun kissed skin.

tom holland was perfect to you. the true definition of perfect, the man of your dreams.

you cleared your throat as you broke the eye contact, looking down at the sand, “how’s work?”

“good, honestly,” he shrugged, “taking a break for the summer, kinda wanna just relax and live life since i haven’t really gotten a chance to do that in the past 7 years.”

you nodded, “yeah, i couldn’t imagine.”

“what about you? how’s school going? your last year, right?”

you nodded, “you’re looking at a future holder of a masters degree in business.”

“wow, miss smarty-pants,” he laughed, “kinda thought you’d go for the doctorate, y’know? dr. y/n y/l/n sounds good.”

you laughed, “no thanks, i don’t need any more debt.”

he tilted his head, “fair enough.”

“still ticklish?” he asked and you looked over at him with wide eyes.

“...no…” you hesitated, but he didn’t buy your lie. he gave you a look before he started digging his hands into your sides. you laughed loudly, trying to pry his hands off of you as he tackled you to the ground.

“tom! stop!” you laughed, pushing his hands off of you as he looked down at you. he smiled back down at you, his curls falling against his forehead as his brown eyes locked with yours again. you noticed the way he studied your face, his eyes looking down at your lips. you hadn’t even realized you were subconsciously doing the same thing, your hands moving his curls from his face. he slowly leaned down, his nose bumping against yours. he knew he would regret it if you didn’t lean in, too. but part of him knew you were going to.

his lips brushed against yours and you could feel his minty breath fan your face. he was so close. the type of close you’d been dreaming about ever since you were younger.

“the moms want the both of you back for dinner.” sam’s voice broke the two of you apart, tom scrambling to get off of you as you sat up. you both nodded back at sam’s unamused look, him turning around as he headed back down the sand path to the house.

you grabbed your things and packed them into the tote bag. tom offered you a hand as he pulled you up off the sand. you smiled as a silent thank you, a small blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“last one to the house gets the loser’s dinner roll.”

your eyes widened as you pushed his chest, knocking him a bit off balance as you took off towards the house. he laughed, following you in pursuit.

“cheater!” he called after you.

“gotta keep you on your toes, holland!”

he shook his head, mumbling under his breath, “yeah, you definitely do.”

all you could think about was that this summer was definitely going to be different. maybe after all these years, your wishes would finally come true. but of course, time could only tell.

but there was one thing you knew for sure: tom holland was going to be the death of you.

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corneliaavenue-ao3 · 1 year

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god rest my soul

Ginny Weasley is still haunted by the person who stole her girlhood.

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They whisper about her "How could she not know? Not know about Lord Voldemort, and not realize who she was writing to?"

But they would never understand that she was his Medusa and he was her Poseidon.

Poseidon plucked Medusa out of a crowd and tried to keep her all to himself. When she refused, he took her to the steps of Athena’s coliseum and took her innocence.

Tom Riddle, a hero in the eyes of Hogwarts. Trophies celebrated the lies he told. A god in the eyes of those who worshiped him. A monster to those who witnessed his cruelty. He took one look at her, an innocent girl, and used her. He brought her to his temple and destroyed her innocence. Possessing her mind and her body, forcing her to wring the necks of roosters and write chilling threats on the cold stone walls in their blood.

Of course she was unaware how devilish he was at first. Blinded by his charm, the sweetness of his promises. The promise of a friend.

If she had known the drink she was handed was poison, she would have spit it out. Instead, she got drunk on the prospect of companionship. When Ron was poisoned, they reacted swiftly, treating him with a bezoar. When she was poisoned, her brothers turned away from her even as she was foaming at the mouth.

She was soon isolated from her family and her only friend was a diary in her pocket.

So when his words turned cruel, she excused them as a joke. Until one day she realized how wretched he was and tried to flush him down a toilet.

Like Athena punished Medusa, Tom punished her. Using a snake to turn friends into stone.

It didn't matter that she was just a child.

When she tried to fight back, he drug her down below the depths of the Black Lake to that Chamber, the final place where she was meant to lay.

If it weren't for her knight in shining armor who slayed the dragon and carried her off into the sunset, she would be rotting below the castle.

But that was then.

Now, the trophies dedicated to Tom had long been removed from the halls. The world recognized him as the monster he is and not the Lord he claimed to be.

His mortal body rot wherever the Ministry decided to dig his grave. Unknown to the public. Even the hero that conquered him wasn't privy to the knowledge of Tom’s final resting place.

Yet, the memory of Tom still haunts her years after. Wise men say, "Clarity is in death," but Tom Riddle is alive in her nightmares.

The mind healers all of her friends were prescribed assigned her exercises to overcome the nightmares. At first she complied, writing letters addressed to the fire.

"Dear Tom" she would start each letter, but never make it further than that before her throat burned and panic set inside her at the haunting familiarity of those seven letters.

Thankfully the paper never wrote her back. Even though she was desperate for answers.

Harry’s healers didn't give any better advice.

When she awoke from nightmares in her too warm bed (she should be waking up on a cold wet floor), the spot next to her in bed was often vacant.

She would find him nursing a cooled tea at the kitchen table drowning in the misery that he could not save them all.

Her Harry who would volunteer to take Atlas's place to hold up the world if that meant he could save one more person even if it meant he would be crushed by the weight.

She knew she was unworthy of his love, yet she was unable to convince him of the same thing.

Where she stared in the mirror and saw snakes for her hair, he saw golden strands.

His hands warmed her body at night. After the events of the final battle, they clung to one another, and somehow, not yet let go.

Together they grieved and suffered the losses they faced. Together they began to heal.

Slowly, she felt her snakes shed their skin and she felt more human. On days when everything Harry endured became too much, she slid next to him and lifted the world off of his shoulders to relieve some of the weight.

Once she found the strength to fight gravity, she deceived it all together and flew.

When Perseus beheaded Medusa, her child, Pegasus, was born. Pegasus took flight to the skies reaching incredible heights, soaring to the land of the gods.

After the events of the Chamber, the only thing that brought her comfort was flying.

In interviews she would joke that her brothers never let her fly with them when she was a child, so she became a better Quidditch player than all of them out of spite.

The truth was that in the air, the Lord of the Sea could not reach her. Flight was when she finally became the Ginny Weasley she once remembered being before she was ever touched by him.

#ginny weasley #harry potter #tom riddle #hinny #chamber of secrets #would've could've should've #medusa #posiedon #harry x ginny #I wrote this on the way home yesterday #and i am in my Greek Gods era rn

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loneamaryllis · 4 months

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Week 3 of recs for @hprecfest

Day 18: A fairy-tale inspired fic

Byzantium by TreacleTeacups (Female!Harry/Tom Riddle, E, 54k)

A fic with damsels in distress, knights in shining armor, demons and curses. Harry is kind of feral in this, and there are multiple Horcruxes running around, it's delightful. The author describes the fic as 'an excuse to write gothic fairytale sexual tension', and oh boy is there sexual tension! A really enjoyable read.

Day 19: Fic with the hottest smut

Back For More by tullythefish (Snape/Reader, E, 126k with more chapters planned)

You haven't read smut until you've read tully's smut. Her prose is sizzling with heat, and the sexual encounters between Snape and the Reader are incredibly compelling, while the fic balances plot and smut perfectly. This fic also features one of the most intense Snape I've ever read! This is probably the fic I've reread the most. Try it and you'll soon be Back for More (ta-da).

Day 21: A thought-provoking fic

Fifty Shades of Truth by starcrossedgirl (Harry/Snape, M, 13k)

I can't say much about this fic without spoiling it. Harry is in a happy relationship with Severus. Meanwhile, Ron and Hermione are trying to convinced him that something is wrong. A really great fic!

Day 22: An unfinished fic (hasn’t updated in 10 years or author stated it been abandoned)

Principles by orphan_account (Female!Harry/Snape, E, 29k)

An A/B/O fic with Harriet as an Omega and Snape as an Alpha. I really like it for its slow burn and the worldbuilding around the premise. The author abandoned it but they wrote a summary of how it would have ended, so it still feels complete in a way.

It's also the fic that inspired me to write my own Snarriet A/B/O so it holds a special place in my heart.

Day 23: A soulmate fic

not you, not now by @racfoam (Female Harry/Voldemort, M, 382k with more chapters planned)

THE Harrymort soulmate fic, period. Featuring Snake!Face Voldemort and a Fem!Harry that's perfectly in character. The Harrymort scenes are a veritable feast of tension and each one is a delight. Harry's relationships with the other characters are also thoroughly showcased.

I'm in love with the way soulmates work in this fic, and all the worldbuilding around it. And also, the writing! The writing is so great. There are some sentences of this fic that are burned forever into my soul.

Day 24: A holiday fic

Mistletoe by spicedlantern (Female!Harry/Snape, M, 8k)

It's about mistletoe so I count it as a holiday fic. Snape is stuck under said mistletoe. He has one thing to do in order to free himself. Will he do it? You'll have to read to find out.

This fic is delightful and Snape is so Snape in it. Also, the pining! Spicedlantern writes the best pining.

#fic recs #hprecfest2023

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peeterparkr · 3 years

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perennial;tom holland|twelve.

chapter twelve: petunias.

↳ flower meaning: resentment, and anger.

chapter summary: monologues of brokenhearts.

pairing: tom holland x y/n

warnings: this hurts, mention of Cherry, of cheating.

word count: 8.2K

SOCIAL MEDIA BEFORE THE CHAPTER:

masterlist & profiles

eleven: y/n’s birthday

previous chapter next chapter perennial masterlist.

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Hi, I’m back, hope you like this, please give some feedback! It was a super hard chapter to write haha, but I like how it turned out also check out the holiday fic! it’ll be super fluffy haha if you need a break from angst from this fic! so yes, please help me out because tags aren’t working well so yeS!

Shoutout to @jambrosemc for helping me get out of my writers block for this one!

Falling in love with your enemy means falling in love with someone who knows exactly how to hurt you, and falling in love with Tom meant knowing she’d take a long risk.

But she had taken the risk, and she had said it before, how she’d have her heart broken by him again.

But…

Not this.

There are different kinds of heartbreaks, the sudden ones and the ones forming for a long time. The kind of heartbreak when the quirks that you once loved make you fall out of love, or the kind of heartbreaks where the silence becomes too loud. When the days are too short and the nights too long.

When y/n referred to having her heart broken by Tom, she meant exactly that, the one heartbreak that doesn’t hurt as much, the heartache that you’re calm with because you both know you gave your best.

Not this.

It was like a truck suddenly hitting her.

Not this.

Y/N hadn’t really acknowledged the Cherry thing. She had ignored it, saying it wasn’t real, at first, as if postponing the real heartbreak, but then she was seeing it right there in front of her.

Everything had poofed. All the magic, all the good things. A glass was suddenly broken, and the pieces had pierced right through her very own heart. Besides the glass had broken and now there was no window hiding it, she could clearly see it. And though it had been just a matter of seconds, it had felt like a thousand years.

This feeling was so familiar, going all over it again, as if this was that one very night at the club when that pink skirt had kissed Tom.

The very night when she’d learned heartbreaks can be felt. And man, did it hurt, did it sting.

A scene. She should make a scene.

Because this had been the worst one yet. This one had hurt the most. She didn’t know how the hell she was standing right there, keeping her posture.

Had her heart stopped? Is this what dying felt like? And it felt like there was no one else there, just her seeing them. No packed up club. No. No, there was nothing left to do. And that was it. She wanted to run away.

And so she did, because really. Though y/n was selfish and stupid or whatever adjective they liked to use to describe her, she always, even if people didn’t notice, put people she loved before her, and so she knew that if she dared to make a scene, knowing who was at the club, it would be everywhere.

But she was also selfish, and she didn’t want to be on every celebrity news site. So instead, she decided to remove herself from that one narrative. As dramatic as it could be, she decided to run off, hoping no one would see her.

Tom did see her. And he tried to reach out for her. But she got lost through the crowd. Tom knew, Tom knew he had fucked up.

It seemed like too many things had gone by in just merely a few seconds. Y/N hadn’t been the only one who had noticed the kiss, James had.

But y/n didn’t know that. And although, she had wanted to scream, shout and yell at every single person in that room, she didn’t.

She ran to the bathroom, first, to take a deep breath as she clung to the sink. She was shaking.

How the hell had she ignored it long enough? And why had she? Ignoring it had only meant this would hurt more.

She couldn’t breathe.

Because, honestly, how could she? Was she supposed not to hurt? Honestly, what she wanted to do is curl up in the middle of the bathroom and cry. And cry. And cry.

But she didn’t, y/n had been brave enough to walk out of the bathroom, and she saw Tom trying to look up through the crowd for her. She barely could hear a thing, not sure if it was the actual music playing or her trying to avoid the drama, but she didn’t hear anything, everything was busy.

Little did y/n know there had been a chaos. She hadn’t herself made a scene, but Tom had.

It’s fair to say, Tom had not been the one to kiss Cherry. He, however, should know that though one never asks for a kiss, we hint it.

That had been the problem.

But he hadn’t hinted at it. We must know that this was one big misunderstanding, that had been cooking up for a while now and just like that, the one teapot had sung, and it had exploded.

There was a lot going on, y/n hadn’t noticed. Just the faint song playing in the background.

Sam had stopped her.

“y/n, are you okay?” He had seen the look on her face.

“No,” had been her only answer. She really wasn’t.

“What--?”

“Ask your brother if he’s not too busy snogging Cherry,” y/n had snapped.

“Che-?” Then Sam had been disappointed in his own brother. Because how could he? Why would he?

Y/N had the same question. And she’d ran off Sam’s grip. He had understood.

She had only walked outside, decisively. She hadn’t cried inside but the moment she had walked out, it felt like she was freed from the one chaos and off to the one she was feeling herself.

Right inside, Sam had reached for his brother who was currently yelling at Cherry, asking her what in the bloody world was going on. With Timothée, who was asking him the same thing at Tom. And Emma, too.

“What in the bloody world is fucking wrong with you?” Emma had yelled at Cherry. “It’s your cousin’s boyfriend! And You!” She had turned to Tom. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Was this your fucking bloody plan?” Tim said. “Were you actually not in love with her and you're doing Rome 2.0?!”

“He didn’t do it!” James had yelled. Because James had been the only one who saw the scene.

Tom hadn’t… He couldn’t talk. Tom knew it. Tom knew this time… This was it.

James had seen the scene, a bit, Tom was dancing, and watching y/n. He had seem bothered but his eyes were on y/n, and only y/n, though, he hadn’t hesitated as Cherry had danced with him, he had played along.

Cherry had told James something, minutes before going with Tom.

“I am in love with him.”

Though Tom had a lot to blame on that situation, James knew this wasn’t Tom per se. Because James over the course of this week had, although, hesitated on Tom, he knew that Tom was very in love with his sister. Problem was Tom sabotaged himself, and this seemed like the one sabotage he wouldn’t get out of. James had been unsure as to what she was supposed to answer to Cherry’s statement, he had only gone to the bar to get a drink, and assimilate, he had invited Cherry, but James had lost track of where Cherry was, and as soon as James had found her, her lips were already on Tom.

Tom had pushed her off right away, we must point that out.

But then, James saw it, y/n had seen it.

And he had tried to follow after y/n, but she had really easily got lost. The lights and music had been no help.

But he knew his sister and after clearing it up to Emma, though he didn’t have to, that it had not been Tom, he had known where his sister was.

And so he had ran out of the club, and James had reached out for y/n, unsure of what to tell her.

She had yelled at James, at Clark, but one knight in shining armor had come to her rescue. Harry.

Not in the way she had expected him to, but Harry was going exactly through the same situation y/n was. Or maybe not, but he had decided he should leave. And so as he was hopping on to his uber, y/n decided to hop along with him as well, seeing Tom had just walked out of the bar.

Harry, confused, only watched her.

He couldn’t really help her, either, he was going through a heartbreak as well. So funny, the two friends had just witnessed the love of their lives kissing someone else.

“I’m sorry,” y/n said. “I had to leave.”

Harry didn’t know what had happened, luckily enough for him, and for Tom, he had not been aware of the big drama that was still going on at that club. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to ask, as y/n was trying to catch her breath.

She was broken, as she hadn’t been before. Harry had seen every single stage of a sad y/n, but this was different. She was sobbing and weeping and mumbling unreasonably.

Harry couldn’t soothe her sorrow. Because he had to have his own sorrow, he couldn’t help it.

But y/n had let out one last sob before calming down. Silently. As if she had had one sudden last realization.

“I’m… I’m sorry, where are you going?” Y/N asked.

Harry shrugged. “I don’t know, something to eat, I just wanted to leave,” he admitted.

“I’m sorry I… interrupted your escape.”

“No, it’s okay,” Harry nodded. “I guess you needed to, as well.”

“What happened to you?”

“Emma kissed Josh,” Harry said. Y/N had widened her eyes and curled up close to him. “What happened to you? Did Tom and Tim fight?”

Y/N stayed quiet.

“Or…?”

“Tom and Cherry kissed.”

Harry felt his heart stopped as soon as he had listened to it. This… At least he wasn’t seeing Emma. Yes, it hurt, but he was not dating her. His own sorrow didn’t have reason but y/n’s?

He hugged her close.

“Wanna go for some fries?” He asked.

“Yes.”

They stayed quiet, but they hugged each other close, and both understood neither of them could give out any advice or whatever.

They went to the diner. Harry knew that a feeling of familiarity would help y/n, and he knew that it would help him because it was the only place he could think of.

Neither of them had said anything, and y/n had tried to clean up the smudge mascara and glitter on her face, now tracing the trails of her tears.

She had asked for a milkshake and Harry had asked for a coffee, and she was wearing Harry’s jacket.

The scene was painted clearly. Both of them were so heartbroken, but different kinds of ones. Both of them full of sadness and sorrow.

“How are you feeling?” Harry asked.

y/n looked up. “Empty.”

And Harry knew this was the worst feeling of a heartbreak. Because Harry was sad, and feeling guilty. But feeling empty was the one thing that he knew y/n hated. Because usually y/n could easily say how she was feeling: ‘Sad’, ‘Angry’, ‘Disappointment’.

Empty.

She was feeling empty, and feeling empty gives us no inkling to fight, feeling empty gives us no reason to cry or yell. Feeling empty means giving up.

Empty.

“You?” She asked.

“Sad,” he answered, as they’d brought them their fries. “Very sad.”

Y/N nodded. “Emma doesn’t have feelings for him,” she assured him. “I know that.”

“I know,” Harry said. “I know, but she did it to…”

“Prove a point, yeah,” y/n said. “I know, that only makes it hurt more, doesn’t it?”

Harry looked at y/n. “He doesn’t-”

“I know, he did it to hurt me,” y/n answered,her voice had cracked. Her phone was ringing. It was James. She ignored it.

Y/N didn’t know how to put it into words, actually. How to actually say what she was feeling. She was actually empty, but so full of emotions. She was enraged, she was sad, upset, disappointed and hurt, and just too much going on, but at the same time she didn’t want to do anything about it. Not cry. Not yell. Not anything.

It felt the same way it had those years ago. Pink skirt.

But this hurt more, because even when she had made mistakes herself, she knew she didn’t deserve this.

Because she felt like she knew the ending to this, she wished she didn’t, but this felt so familiar. Y/N had died a little that night. It felt dark, like she had been on fire but all she was was ashes now.

And there was that feeling that she didn’t want to waste more tears on him, she didn’t want to. She had become a ghost, Tom had killed her that night. Any hope. That was it, there was that feeling that she should fight but she couldn’t because there was no life left on her. Not at that moment.

Tom hadn’t called her.

“I’m sorry he did it,” Harry said.

“I guess I…” She didn’t know. “I didn’t expect him to hurt me this time, and he did it, turning my worst fear into another nightmare I can’t wake up from.”

Harry didn’t know what to say.

“And I don’t want to cry.”

“You do need to,” Harry said.

“I won’t,” she admitted.

They stayed there, quietly. Neither of them knowing what to say.

“Want me to take you home?”

“No, because Tim will be there, and I don’t want go to your place because-”

“Tom will be there and at your aunt’s… yeah,” Harry finished her sentence. “Let’s go get a hotel room, then.”

They did. And it was good for both of them.

And she was expecting for the call. Staring at her phone, waiting for it. Tom. Please, please, please.

He didn’t.

And she didn’t have it in herself to call her, she didn’t have the strength or the power or anything. She was empty.

Her worst enemy. He knew how to hurt her.

Harry knew what this meant. Because Harry knew what was going on through her head.

Tom had been the first one to put that fear on y/n when they were young, why would anyone want you, and then Louis had enforced it. Louis had said it to her ‘you’re replaceable, nothing special, that’s why everyone leaves.’ Just as Louis had found another girl.

Then Tom had done the pink skirt show. And Tim, not knowing this, had also enforced it, right after y/n and Tim had broken up, Tim had found a rebound.

And now this.

This was y/n’s worst fear, and that’s why she felt so unbelievably broken, because of course Tom would do it again. Was this only just another way of Tom to ruin her? Were they still enemies or why was he doing this?

Or was she truly replaceable? Boring.

Harry wanted to know what was going on in her mind. She was lost in her memory, staring blankly at the elevator door as they went up to the hotel room. Harry wasn’t sure if he was supposed to stay.

“Please, stay,” she had begged him.

And he had, because he also needed company.

She had only sat on the bed, staring at nothing, as if she was trying to understand the situation, figure out why, map everything out.

Harry exhaled. Knowing that he too, had to let it out, and knowing that she would listen.

He wanted to cheer her up, and he wanted to remind her of good times, get her head out of it, but he didn’t know how to get out himself. He wanted to calm her, comfort her, but he couldn’t.

And he knew his heartbreak probably couldn’t compare to his but his guilt was always eating him.

“Did he ever truly love me?” y/n asked.

Harry didn’t know what to answer to that question, because he was wondering about it himself. How could anyone ever kiss someone if you’re in love with…

But then again, he had kissed y/n knowing he was deeply in love with Emma.

“Yes,” he said.

“Why did he sleep with her?” She asked, the emotion was building up. “I… why did he kiss her?”

Harry shrugged. “I have no idea.” But he knew y/n wasn’t really looking for an answer. She was probably asking questions to herself.

“Why did he do it” She asked now louder as she stood up. “Why did I-” And she was having difficulty to breath. “Why didn’t I see it coming? Why have I been ignoring it? Does he have feelings for her? Did he do it to hurt me again? Was it a prank? Is it a prank again? Is he… Is it like” She was yelling in between breaths, as she was shaking. “Is this… Is this all over again? Did he do it just to- What did I do wrong? What if he.. What if… I can’t… I don’t… Why is he doing this? Why hasn’t he called me? Will he… Will he come over again and say he never meant anything and it--- I was--- Did he--- Harry why did --- why did he do this?” She had spoken loudly, quickly and barely breathing, screaming but quietly, as if she was only externalizing every thought in her head, she had to sit down again, now tears blurring her sight. “Did… he ever truly love me?” She asked, quietly, as she sat down on the bed. “Why would-” She was inhaling and exhaling deeply.

Harry hated seeing her like this so he only brought her close to him, holding her closely. She cried against his chest, and they had laid down, with him holding her. Knowing that this was what she needed, she couldn’t be left alone.

“I’m sorry Harry, you’re brokenhearted-” She had said at one point as she had sat up.

“It’s nothing like yours,” Harry admitted.

She had walked around the room. “Why did I have to fall in love with him?”

Harry didn’t say anything.

“I wish I hadn’t,” she said. “Look at all the pain and now--” She bit her lip. “I guess, I have… This is on me-”

“No, it’s not.”

“No, it is, because I’ve been avoiding the whole Cherry thing,” she said. “I thought that by avoiding it, it would eventually fade away and disappear, and… I know I fucked up, but not even on my worst mistakes, no matter what I did, I didn’t deserve this,” she said.

“No.”

“And I’m....” She sighed. “He doesn't’ have feelings for her, does he?”

“No.”

She had opened up the frigobar, and gotten out a bottle of vodka and some m&m’s.

“That’s what- He kissed her because he knew I’d be watching her, and he’s probably trying to get back at me for… dancing with Timmy? Is it that this time?” She sighed. “I don’t know what for he is getting back at me this time, and I can’t… Can you bloody believe that just 24 hours ago I thought… I… I thought I was strong enough to go through another heartbreak and look at me.”

Harry watched her.

“It hurt more than last time, I thought I… had gotten used to it but you can never get used to the love of your life hurting you,” she was too… sure of it. “And… I’m an idiot, and… I don’t know, I want to know what I did wrong this time, but… Here I am, wondering, and I know this isn’t me, this is Tom, and maybe I was so stupid and I havent’ seen it, maybe it was all a big hoax for him trying to hurt me again,” she scoffed. “like he did back after Rome, and here I thought he was… I don’t know, how stupid am I? This is on me, for giving myself to him completely, and now… I don’t want to… I just need an answer this time, I don’t need… I don’t need an apology, I just need an answer, I need to… I curse myself, for falling in love with him without taking any precautions,” she took a deep breath, as tears were slowly falling down her face. “And yes sure, I wrote a script and I… Wanted to get back at him, but I never did, you know? And I never would, for that matter, because... This is on me, this is my punishment for falling in love with my biggest enemy, with a memory. And maybe this is… what we were supposed to be since the very beginning, you know?”

Harry only watched her as she sipped down the mini bottle.

“I regret falling in love with him,” she stated. “And it’s… so hard, because how can… you ever regret the one person that at some point you were the happiest to?” she asked, not expecting an answer, she had walked to the window to see the night sky that was slowly yawning into the morning. “And… It… Harry it makes no sense, because when I… When I looked into his eyes, I saw…I saw the world,” she still sounded full of hope, but just as she said each word, the hope was fading away. “But now it seems like all of it was a lie, a dream and I can’t believe how quickly it ended and how easily all of that broke it’s like the universe is telling me that I’m… I’m the fool, and I didn’t… I didn’t ask for much, and I… I can’t believe I’m waiting for his call,and he’s not calling me, Harry, why isn’t he… “ She took a deep breath as she tried to suppress a sob. “Was this his plan all along? To break me so I’d end up getting drunk on a hotel bar?” She wondered. “Because it makes no sense Harry, I… just last night I thought I wanted to spend my whole life with him,” she shook her head, staring at the ground. “That he was the answer to all my problems but I guess…He was my problem,” she sighed. “I was always supposed to lose him, because he’s never been mine, has he?” She asked to the night. Why would… why would he hurt me this way if not?” She was trying to figure out herself, blurting out every thought. “Why is he… Cant he see he is… was… everything to me? Can’t he understand that… I’ve…” She sat down beside Harry again and he only brushed her back. “And now I’m going through it, and it just makes no sense.” She let out a heavy breath. “And yes, I’ve done bad things, but this? Why did he have to fade away so quickly?” She looked up, hurt, her voice was breathy, and Harry had never heard her so broken. “And why is he not trying to apologize? And do I even want him to?” She stood up and ran a hand through her hair. “But god, I don’t want to go there again, I… This feels like that one time.” She hugged herself as she finally let out a quiet sob. “And now it slipped away, and it was so close, and it was so close, so…. Close… and did I not give him everything?” She licked her inner cheeks, taking a long pause, but Harry knew he wasn’t supposed to answer just yet. “It is that? Was I not enough? Is it that?”

Harry only stared at her, as he could see her mind being loud. She went quiet. But he knew that she had a million thoughts, like she always did.

“Maybe it’s that, “ she nodded slowly. “Maybe I’m boring, Louis had said it, hadn’t he?” Y/N scoffed slowly. “But… I don’t know? Was I supposed to give more?” She sat down on the one chair in the room and then turned quieter. “For me it was enough, but he was… never mine.”

Harry wondered if this was how Emma felt. Though he should be helping y/n, he had to wonder if this was how Emma felt. But they were different, y/n and Emma, but he guessed it was somehow similar.

“And now he… he took everything from me, he just… I’ll…” She couldn’t continue. “Harry how am I supposed… What am I supposed to do now? And yes I know I made mistakes by not wanting to talk, but what use would it have been if he was going to break my heart anyway, and why hasn’t he called?” She asked again and started at her phone and closed her eyes. “ I.. I should put my phone back in normal mode, but I know… “ she mumbled. “What if he… What if he goes and sleep with her and doesn’t care?” She asked. “And… Or is he doing this because of Tim?” she groaned. “I don’t… love Tim,” she stated. “and I’ve known it for a long time, and, though I tried to convince myself I should I never… “ She closed her eyes again, shaking her head. “It’s always been Tom and now it doesn’t matter because all he does is break me and I didn’t want to believe that and he.. “ She checked her phone. “He hasn’t called or texted and… Was this on purpose?” She asked, and walked through the room. “And I tried to adjust myself to this and I didn’t want to talk about it, because I thought..” She raised her voice. “if I ignore it long enough it’ll fade, and we can build us a happy ending and it’ll be alright, just me and him and…” she sighed. “And now it’s long gone, Harry, it’s long gone and now it’s not… I don't know, and I… I've never done anything to hurt him, and what about Tom? why did he have to...At least… Did he even try this time? Or was it… It’s I can’t believe this.” She plopped on her bed.

Harry plopped beside her.

“Tom loves you,” Harry said, because he was sure of that. “I don’t… understand this, this doesn’t sound…”

“Oh, no piss off, this is totally him.”

“He always… I guess, he became the villain he was supposed to be,” Harry explained.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“He just... “ Harry squeezed his eyes. “Look, he was always told that Tim was perfect, and he always ws the bad one, you know? And maybe he was told that long enough he became the villain.”

“But he’s not a villain for me,” she said. “Not this time, and even when I was writing the script I always saw him and… Didn’t I love him?” She sat up. “ Didn’t I show him that he is…”Tears were streaming down, she cleaned them up. “Gosh, why am I even crying?” She asked herself. “I… I… I didn’t expect him to hurt me, though I said that to James, I was scared yes, but not… I don’t know, I didn’t feel like myself because I don’t know, and I was scared it would end but not like this, and you don’t-”

“I don’t know, y/n he sabotages himself,” Harry explained, still on the bed, stealing the liquor from her hand and taking a sip.

She plopped back beside him. “But why does he? Why...I don’t even understand this. I… I am done with this.”

Harry turned to look at her. “Are you?”

“I don’t know. Was he getting back at me for the script?” She groaned. “Was he… angry that the first person I slept with was Tim?”

“I dunno, did he find out about you and Tim sleeping together?” He asked.

She shook her head. “Even if he did, that gives him no right to it. I .I can’t. “

“I know it doesn’t but this is Tom,” Harry stated matter-of-factly.

“That’s my point,” y/n took a deep breath. “Why is he like this? Why is he like that Harry?” she whined. “Why does he feel like even if I slept with TIm it gives him the right to hurt me? Why does he… He knows he fucking owns my heart then why the hell does she do that? “ she frowned. And then crushed the m&m’s. “He fucking decides to rip it off and crush it.”

“I wanted m&m’s.”

“Why can’t he… I didn’t… I didn’t sleep with Tim to hurt him, I slept with Tim to not feel like shit, because when I saw him… when I saw that picture with Cherry, he kissed her cheek like he used to kiss mine and I just…”She sighed. “I… what if... Maybe he does have feelings for Cherry and I don’t-

“He doesn’t.”

“The eyes he gave her-”

“They’re not the same eyes he gives to you, y/n,” Harry said. Though he really didn’t want to defend his brother, and though this was so shitty of his brother, something didn’t sit right with him.

“No, I don’t know,” y/n said.

Harry bit his lip. “I look...I don’t know, but, Tom is stupid okay and I don’t know why he would do this but I can assure you he doesn’t have any feelings for her.”

“Why is he doing this?” She asked. “because look, Emma?” she turned to him, and Harry turned to her to. “Emma did this because she wants your attention, she fucking wants to convice herself that she is supposed to be angry and she is doing this because she… I don’t know, because this is herself trying to tell you she’s better off without you, or that she wants you to fight for her, or-”

“Yes I know, she did this to show me how it feels,” Harry nodded.

“But Tom? Why the fuck is he doing that?” she grabbed a pillow and hugged it. “I never know why he does this? Even when we were young he used to do stuff that will always have me second guessing and now this?.”

“I wish I knew.”

Y/N shook her head. “And I love him. After all of this, I love him, “ she sounded tired. “But I—I won’t. This is why this hurts too much, this is why I regret falling in love with him so deeply because it wouldn’t have mattered. And I know I hurt him but he doesn’t know how I’ve felt, he doesn’t even—And fucking cherry, I’m her bloody cousin, why did she do that? And--- didn’t Tom say he didn’t want to fuck up this time? I had already dried my tears, and he said he wouldn’t fuck up, didn’t he?”

“He did.”

She sat up again. “Then why did he?” she was sad again. “All I asked was to be loved, and all I ever wanted was to feel loved, and not get into this darkness and I thought I didn’t have to fear him and.. He was so…” she was turning quiet. “warm and calm, and I was free, you know?” she sighed heavily. “I just wanted him to love me, that’s it, I didn't ask for anything else, to love me every single moment you know? I just wanted to... “She was crying. “I don’t know, and I thought he would. And I’m an idiot because I knew I’d need him until my last breath, but I can’t… believe he decided to murder me tonight.” She hugged her knees. “He assured me he wouldn’t want to hurt me this time, he said it, that my fears should be left behind me, and then why did he… use them as a weapon? Was it still a war? And… I don’t want to be lonely again. But everytime he breaks my heart I get lonelier.”

“You’re not lonely, though,” Harry said.

“I feel like it.”

“I don’t… know what to tell you,” Harry admitted.

“That’s a first,” y/n sighed. “You’ve always known.”

Harry bit his lip. “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry I haven’t even let you…” She looked at him. “How do you feel?”

Harry shrugged. “Dunno, I feel like I’m… I deserve it you know, and I mean I’m-”

“You don’t, nobody deserves pain coming their way,” she said.

“Yet, we’re both here,” Harry took a deep breath. “And I know she’s always going to blame me for it. Maybe that’s why we both-”

“Why you’ve been avoiding me, yes,” y/n said. “And… Why I’ve been avoiding you as well.”

“We didn’t need to add more drama did we?” Harry scoffed. “Us hanging out would just-”

“Yeah,” she sighed. “But… does it matter?”

“Guess it doesn’t,” he sighed. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too, honestly,” she said.

“And okay, this is going to sound- but it’s not meant to sound this way, but I hate you for falling in love with my brother because of all people...him?”

“Shut up.”

“Like, I don’t mean it in…” He sighed. “I wish I could give you advice but-”

“But you’re also loyal to him,” she sighed. “You can’t truly be on my side. “

“Oh, I am on your side,” Harry clicked his tongue. “I don’t understand why he is doing this,” he admitted. “I don’t… get it.”

“Don’t get it either,” y/n sighed. “And he hasn’t called.

“Think he will?”

“Hope he will,” she said. “Or maybe not,” she sighed. “Maybe not.”

“He… texted me,” Harry admitted.

Y/N looked at him.

“He asked if I was with you and if you were safe,” Harry asked.

“That’s it?”

Harry nodded and showed her the text. Nothing else. Y/N sighed.

“Want me to ask him anything?” He offered.

She did, for that matter. What the hell was wrong with him? For starters. “No,” she answered instead.

“No?”

She shook her head. “No.” Because, if he hadn’t asked, then it didn’t bother him. Why hadn’t he asked how she was doing or… Or, honestly why had-- No, of course he wouldn’t. No, because asking it on text… no. But why hadn’t he asked where they were?

Why hadn’t he come with yellow flowers? Or would he—the next day? And say it was all a prank?

“Emma texted me too,” y/n confessed. “Only asked if I was okay.”

“And what did you answer?”

“That I wasn’t.”

Neither of them had really acknowledged it. But eventually, they had fallen asleep, holding each other. In the most innocent way they could, just two best friends broken-hearted who didn’t know how to heal each other.

Eventually the both woke up, with not a tinge of guilt. Though maybe they should’ve. But they didn’t. Y/N had barely slept if she was honest, she kept waking over and over and checking her phone to see if he dared to call her.

Tom hadn’t called her.

At some point they both had woken up, y/n had explained a lot about what had gone before New York, after New York. Here in LA, before Tom arrived and how it had gone now he had. And things after Rome, before Rome.

Harry had talked about how his feelings had gone through with her, how eventually he had realized that he didn’t love her the way he had thought he had, or maybe he had. And how at some points he did still feel bitter about them not being able to be together. How his life had changed, and how much he had missed her, how he had seen her face at places where they used to have fun in. But how his mind came back to Emma.

How he understood that love wasn’t something easy to comprehend. And that at some point he did wish it had been y/n, because it would’ve been fun, and easier, not the mess they were both going with.

How Harry’s dreams had changed, he still wanted to go on adventures but they didn’t make any sense if Emma was there. And how he wished he could continue with more movies, but how he knew that their very best projects, they’d both, Harry and y/n, built together would never see the light. But how fun could it be?

He did wonder how things would be different had they done something, but both of them realizing they wouldn’t have worked out, because they… just were too similar or knew too much, and knowing too much leads us to one’s doom.

And they talked on how maybe with each other it would have been fun, and easy, but they simply weren’t meant to be.

Harry talked about Emma, how she was the one he smiled with, remembering those pair of high heels she loved to wear, and that lipstick she loved. But how stupid he was because he’s young, and how y/n was right and he shouldn’t have proposed that soon, but how couldn’t he? He knew it, Emma and Harry were meant to be. But now he blew it because after chasing the wrong one, he’d lost the right one. However, Harry knew that Emma and Harry were meant to cross paths again.

And Harry talked about how Emma was the one person who’d loved him no matter what, flaws and all, and how it felt like a kiss in the middle of the forest, but with a summer breeze. Daylight.

How he missed daylight.

He hadn’t had any since Emma was gone.

Y/N listened, and wished someone could ever talk about her some day. And it hurt y/n, just a little. Because she had said it: probably the only one who did was Tim. Because she knew Tom didn’t. Or she didn’t believe it at that point.

And then y/n explained how Tim had lied, or suppressed a truth. How she felt she’d used Tim, but how she was inexplicably drawn to him. But she guessed it was because she didn’t feel replaceable with him.

The sun had finally peaked through the room, and Harry and y/n didn’t want to go anywhere, but Harry had offered to go to her place and get her some clothes, and y/n had agreed. She wasn’t fond of the clothes she had been wearing the night before and now her face was still covered on the smudge makeup. Honestly her face was probably a representation of her own feelings. Dirty and messy and unfixable. She didn’t want to go back into her place because she didn’t want to run into Timmy, and she knew she would. And she really didn’t want to. Because honestly, her heart was not in the mood and she knew how it would go, Timmy saying that he told her so, that Tom was this and that. And Timmy would take her vulnerability and she would give in because he doesn’t make her feel like shit and that’s what she didn’t want.

Right now, even though this was all wrong, she did want to feel like shit so it could all boil up. And she didn’t want to hear Tim go over and over on how Tom was shit.

And yes he probably was but this. This was y/n not wanting to accept it, she needed to boil it up.

Harry had gone to y/n’s place, and y/n had painted Harry the picture, that probably Timothee would be there waiting up for her, she had said it:

“He’ll have fresh coffee and will be cooking breakfast waiting for me to arrive so he is the one to comfort me.”

Harry had never seen y/n like this, so knowingly. He had underestimated her, y/n was very aware of many things, and one of those things was Timothee, of course she knew that Tim would climb and move mountains for her, and she liked it because who doesn’t like being treated like an angel?

And y/n had been right, Tim did have fresh coffee when Harry had knocked on the door. Not breakfast, but Tim did have a cup for himself.

“Oh, Harry?” Tim had said with surprise.

“Did you really expect y/n?” Harry snapped harshly.

“I-well, no, honestly, thought you’d be Tom searching for her,” he admitted. “I… Is she okay?”

Harry didn’t like Timothée at that point. Because Harry didn’t know why but he felt like Tim had a lot to do with the events from the night before. Because after what he’d heard y/n say, Harry thought that Tim was probably ruthless and would do anything for y/n.

Harry didn’t know what answer to give to Timothee, because Tim was the enemy here, Harry knew. “She’s fine,” that’s what Harry had gone with.

“Oh.”

“I came to pick up her clothes,” Harry said. “I think-”

“She told me,” Emma had said, popping from her room. Harry had tried to avoid seeing inside, fearful that Josh would be there. He wasn’t. “Now come here, before you see the big mess waiting to happen.”

Harry glanced at Tim before following Emma into y/n’s room, he’d seen a pillow and a blanket on the couch. Emma took out some clothes, and then went to the bathroom, picked up her toothbrush, and packed it up all quietly for Harry.

Emma handed it over, “So you run to y/n?” She asked.

“I’m not-”

“You are, Harry, you chose her over-”

“I’m not choosing her over you,” Harry snapped. “I’m just---”

“You just what Harry?”

“What do you expect me to do?” Harry said. “You have you friend here, Tim,” he pushed. “She needs a friend and a friend who actually-”

“Who is in love with-”

Harry almost dropped the bag. “Look Emma I know I fucked up,” he said. “I was confused because I did have a crush on her and I mixed my feelings and I still love her and she’s my best friend but I realized that I never felt the way with her I felt about you, you were—are my everything,” he said. “You really are the only one I want, and you’re the onand I feel so stupid for letting you go, and I feel so stupid for breaking your heart and I’m dying because I don’t know what happened, I don’t know how to bloody talk to you anymore, I’m---”He sighed. “Because you simply push me away and you just don’t—I know I did something bad alright? I know I was the one to—be wrong but I didn’t plan on it, I was so happy with you, you were the only fucking star on ym sky, okay? … you’re you’re … I know you feel like I want her and I know it, but Emma! we were engaged and I’m sure we were so happy and I curse both Tom and y/n because they didn’t talk and they didn’t solve it and look where it’s led them!” He snapped. “I… meanwhile I’ve tried to talk to you because I want something with you that will last, I want us to be transparent and I want you to be happy but if you’re happy with someone else I get it, and if you only kissed him to make me feel the way you feel I get it, I did something utterly wrong but I’m—I am just��confused because this is not you, or maybe I’m wrong and this is the most you you can be,” he sighed. “And I don’t know, you just want me out of your life or… I don’t-”

“I didn’t want you to be out of my life,” she said.

“I know, and I didn’t want to be either, but you’re really keeping me out and I get it, I’m sorry, you don’t understand how sorry I was, and I’ll regret it my whole life because I decided to let go of the one, but I was confused very confused, , and you’re just watching me as if I was a stranger, Emma, and I know I get no other chance but you don’t even listen to me, I don’t love her like you think I do, and I am I don’t know I feel like a stranger, to you, to y/n, and I—don’t like that.” Harry said. “And I get it, you were hurt and I will never stop blaming myself for it…. And I know I’ve been absent, but I—don’t know how to approach you, but I love you so, so much—you’re incredible Emma, you are this amazing person who doesn’t give a flying fuck about what everyone has to say, and that’s what I love about you among another million reasons, and you’re literally the only person that I want to share my happiness with and I want to build plans and chase dreams with but…. I—yes right now I’m gonna take care of y/n, because last night… She broke completely, okay? And… just like when… our engagement party, and Tim was there for you, and you are strong, I know it gives me no excuse but… I’m not doing this because-She’s my best friend, and I’m just trying to help her but I—I can't see her as anything but as a best friend and as the girl my brother is deeply in love with, and as the girl whose heart was absolutely shattered last night.”

Emma didn’t say anything.

“I really want to fix things with you,” he added. “And if you give me the chance, I’ll prove to you how much you mean to me, and if… If you if you think… If you want me to stay right now and not go, fine, I’ll do that. Because you’re my everything, Emma.”

Emma only nodded and handed him her plush frog, too. “She’s gonna need it,” she said.

“But can we talk, later?”

“Yes, now go, she needs you.”

With that Harry had a blessing to go, but when he had come back to the hotel room, he hadn’t found y/n.

Because y/n, as soon as Harry had left, she had left herself. Y/N had had time with herself, and the rage had boiled up, and sometimes rage is confused with bravery, and stupidity.

She’d gone to the flower shop, first. Aunt Eliza was behind the counter.��

“Y/N, dear, what happened to you?”

“Didn’t Cherry tell you?” Y/N snapped, and then took a deep breath, knowing this was not to blame on her. “Sorry-I-”

“No, she didn’t come back home last night.”

And there it was again. That feeling. The tears. No, no, had this come to her worst nightmare again?

“She didn’t?” y/n just had to make sure.

“No,” Eliza said. “What happened?”

Y/N didn’t have the heart to tell her aunt, but she did anyway. “Your daughter kissed Tom.”

Eliza watched y/n as if she understood her state now, as if suddenly it all made sense. “I’m--sorry.”

“And she slept with him before she came here, yeah,” she added. “So-Yeah, I’m not exactly fond of her right now, I’m sorry,” y/n said.

“I... Don’t know what-”

“This ain’t your fault, no need to worry.”

“I didn’t raise-”

“I know, I know, look, I just… need some flowers, alright? I… these ones, I’ll take them, you can take them off from my salary-”

“No, no, take them, whichever you want, y/n dear I’m sorry sorry-”

“No, really, it’s okay,” y/n interrupted as she took a bouquet of mostly yellow flowers. It was pretty enough, but it didn’t matter, in all honesty.

And she left without giving any other explanation, probably the uber thought she was mental but y/n couldn’t care any less. She didn’t care that she was crying in the back of the car of an uber, because Tom still hadn’t called her and she had some idea why. How dare he?

And it hurt even more, and she felt emptier, but now she was also full of it.

Y/N had shown up to that place Tom had rented. And though she looked deplorable she didn’t even care because he had to see this, her state, this is what he’d done to her. And she had the right to make a scene.

He hadn’t been the one to open the door, for her own surprise, it had been James.

“y/N! Oh, you’re- Harry told me you’d be at a hotel-”

“Where the fuck is he?” Y/N snapped.

James backed away, knowing so damn well he shouldn’t mess with his sister.

“He’s in the shower,” he said. “I think he-”

“Fine,” y/n walked past her brother and started to make her way to the shower.

“Wait, wait, y/n, want to wait for him?” James suggested.

“No,” y/n snapped.

“He had a really bad night-”

“Oh,” Y/n stopped. “Did he now? Oh, what a shame I had such a fucking wonderful night!”

James took a deep breath and took his sister’s shoulders. “Y/N, it’s-”

“I don’t care James-are you on his fucking side? Is she here-?”

“What?”

“You know what I want to hear from him,” she stormed off, and James followed after.

“Y/N don’t you want to wait until-”

“I’ve seen his fucking dick James, I don’t bloody care!” She snapped, before running into the bathroom. Knowing damn well she was taking a risk of seeing someone she didn’t want to.

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bleh-bleh-blehs · 3 years

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Mob!Tom Holland x Reader

A/N- Finally! So I am back with a shitty ending to my shitty fic. I am really sorry if anyone doesn’t like it. Feedback will be appreciated :) and requests are open!

Warning- feelings, mentions of death, angst

word count- 2.6k

Home or whatever people called the place where they belong. You were going there, after waiting for your whole life you were finally going to meet your parents. Your real parents who you thought were dead. You learned everything about your abduction from Tom.

And now you were going to finally meet them; your real parents. You were finally going to your actual house. You can’t help but feel overexcited. Tom on the other couldn’t even describe what he was feeling.

“Hey, we are leaving tomorrow. Get some rest.” Harrion told Tom through the office door. He entered the office upon hearing no snarky comment. He found Tom sitting on his chair; eyes red from crying, hair disheveled, a whiskey bottle in his hand and air pods plucked in his ears.

Harrison was shocked to find Tom like this. The man that made others cry was crying himself today. Tom paid no attention to his best mate. Tired of his shit Harrison snatched his phone to turn the music down.

“You have been listening to ‘Let her go’ on repeat? Oh my god Tom what is wrong with? When did you become this love sick puppy? What happened to that playboy, who hooked up with any girl he wanted? Uh? And I am damn sure that you haven’t confessed to her too. What are you..”

“Shut up! Shut up! Just shut up!” Tom shouted, running his hands through his hair. “Why do you think she would ever be with me. I am not her knight in shining armor, okay. And she would run away from me once she is aware of my deeds.” Tom believes that you will never love him.

“Tom she knows what you do for living, and her feelings for you are completely obvious. You are just stupid…”

“No Harrison! She still gets nightmares about you and Harry beating her; nightmares about her foster parents beating her. She would be scared of me when she finds why everyone is so scared of me.” Harrison was not clearly amused by Tom cutting him off in the middle of the sentence. While Tom was just being anxious.

“Aren’t you the one that calms her after every single nightmare? Aren’t you the one that makes her feel safe? Come on Tom only time will tell. Her past will only haunt her and I feel guilty that I gave her more ptsd. But you made her some good memories with her too right? And it’s not like you will never meet her again after she reunites with her family. You can still keep tabs on her right? Just tell her before it’s too late.” Harrison sighed at the end.

“Wow! I can’t believe you are talking so sensibly. Who did this to you, mate? When did you start to talk like a mature person?” Tom couldn’t control his laughter while Harrison just rolled his eyes.

“Hahaha very funny. I don’t know, maybe Stacy made me a mature man.” Harrison chuckled. “Yeah, yeah. Now get out of here you div.” Tom snatched his phone back from Haz’s hand.

“I am going but you better think what I told you.” Harrison made a serious face.

“Get out!” Tom said while smiling. Just tell her before it’s too late. As if it was that easy.

When Tom finally decided it was half past 1am. Lazily he made way towards his room but stopped in front of your room. Thinking whether he should check up at you or not. And decided that he should leave you alone. And kept on walking.

What he did not expect, was you sitting on the armchair beside his bed. It was clear that you were waiting for him. But why!

“Hey Tom.” you said as you sat straight. “I thought you would be asleep right now.” Tom wondered out loud. “I can’t sleep. I am too excited to sleep. And you were the only awake at this hour. So I thought I could talk to you.” you said cheerfully. There was not a single ounce of sleep in your eyes.

“Alright what do you wanna know about?” he asked while taking a seat on the armchair beside you.

“I don’t know. We never talked about your parents right?”

“We never have. What do you wanna know?” all of tom’s tiredness vanished with you excitement.

“Everything! Like how are they? How are parents in general?”

“They are amazing. Best parents i could ever ask for. My father is a strict man and he was the one who forced me to take after him; he is an amazing father though. He loves my mum a lot. I have three brothers, Harry lives here with me but Sam lives with mum, dad and Paddy. just in case if they need him.”

“I didn’t know about your youngest brother. Why did you never tell me about him?” you gave Tom a questioning look.

“You never asked.” Tom said simply.

“Why does he never visit here? How old is he?” you asked. You have seen Sam around a lot.

“Mum doesn’t like homecoming here, mainly because of the exposure to the danger. He's sixteen, can’t defend himself quite yet.'' Honestly Tom missed his brother. He just wanted to spend some time with Paddy like he used too.

“I don’t know if I have siblings. Guess I will find tomorrow.” you chuckled. You looked at Tom as before you left the room. Really looked at him. Taking in his features. He looked tired; eyes were a bit swollen and red.

You could smell the alcohol off him. Over and all he looked tired. He stood up too. Slowly walking towards his closet. “Tom?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you have anything to say to me?” he had. He wanted to confess to you. Wanted to tell you everything then and there. But he was not brave enough. Harrison’s words went spiral through his brain again and again.

And there you stood waiting for him to say anything. You were not ever even sure what you wanted him to say. Tom came out of the closet and stared at you for what seems like forever. You can see that he was in deep thought.

“I will miss you Y/N.” he finally said. You smiled, a little disappointed. You have no idea what you want him to say. “I’ll miss you too, Tom.” with that you finally left his room. Leaving Tom with his thoughts

Was much more dreadful for Tom. You were leaving. He felt like he was drowning. He was sad, yes but what he felt wasn’t sadness only. It was a mixture of emotions. Emotions he can’t name. He never felt this uneasiness before.

On the other hand you felt the same. Excited to meet your birth parents. Not wanting to leave the mansion you once dreaded. Not wanting to leave Tom. Slightly scared because you were not sure about your parents reaction. There are many possibilities that they might not be as good as thought.

And there was a strange tingling in your guts that made you feel uneasy. But you put it all aside.

“Harry, you take the other car and Stacy, you are going with him. Just maintain some distance. Look out for danger. Inform me if you find anything suspicious. Alright?” with that everybody left for their vehicle.

The whole ride was eerily quiet. No one uttered a word. You sneaked a glance at Tom; his face was completely emotionless. He noticed you staring but did nothing about it. He never felt these many emotions at once.

He didn’t want you to go. But he had to. He can’t be this selfish now can he? You were finally getting what you always wanted. A family. Parents you always wanted. He can't replace them but he was the one who found them, he was the one reuniting you with them. And that is the biggest thing he could do for anyone.

Your hometown was not far from London. It only took two hours of driving to reach there.

You started to grow nervous as you reached the residential area. The retardation in the speed of the car indicated that you had reached your destination. The car eventually stopped in front of a small cozy house.

This was it. You were finally going to meet your parents. You always imagined this moment but can't really believe that it is happening in real life.

“Y/N.” Tom’s voice brought you back from your thoughts.

“Humm.” you hummed; not knowing how to reply. You composed your posture. Trying to get hold on your thoughts. This is now or never. You thought. And got out of the car. The boys did the same.

Harrison called Stacy to ask when they would be here. While Tom came to stand near you. “How are you feeling?” he asked. That was the worst question ever. You had no answer to it. You couldn’t describe your emotions that easily.

But before you could answer Tom’s phone rang. The screen lit up with ‘Adam’s name’, you knew who he was. Adam was the most trusted person in the mob. No one could compete with his loyalty for Tom.

Tom immediately answered the phone. Adam never directly called Tom unless it was an emergency.

“What is it?” Tomasked rather harshly. To be honest, Tom didn’t want anyone to drag him to work today. He didn’t want to put his brain through that stress on top of his feelings.

“Sir, sir, please don’t go to that place. The L/Ns were killed years ago. Rick is a mole, sir.”

“Get in the car.” Tom shouted. He opened the door and pushed you in before getting in himself. Harison took the driver's seat. And then you saw any people coming out of their hiding places. All armed.

“What is happening?” Harry’s voice came from the phone. “Drive! Harrison. Drive!” Tom shouted on top of his lungs. The people now started to circle the car. You have never been this scared in your whole life.

The people started to shoot; making you more scared. Tom brought his arms around your body protectively. You leaned into his touch. Hiding your face in the crook of his neck. Your whole body was shaking with fear. Clutching Tom’s clothes. You were never so grateful for the bulletproof car till now.

“We are attacked, Harry. Turn back the car.” you heard Harrison say. But Tom hasn't said a single word. You were sure that those people were following your car. What about your parents though? You heard Adam said something about them but you weren't sure but you knew that they were. Maybe your gut feeling was telling you about this.

You finally opened your eyes when the car stopped moving. “What happened?” Tom asked while checking for danger. “I don’t think that the car can take more damage.”

“So do you think that we’re gonna run barefoot from here?” “No! But the car will blast and we should start running if we don’t wanna die.” both of them argued back and forth. “Stop! What are we gonna do now? What about Stacy and Harry?” you had tears in your eyes.

“We are gonna and they are safe.” Harrison answered, looking for any trace of danger. “We are completely outnumbered, we have no chance of putting up a fight against them. Therefore, we are gonna run without looking back.” Tom explained to you.

“One the count of three.” he held up his three fingers. All of you prepared yourself for running. “One.” he held your hand tightly. “Two.” you swear to the god that your heart will burst out because of the speed of every beat. “Three.” a fire was shot.

All you felt was pain. You were sure that it originated from your lower abdomen. But course through your whole body. All you was Tom’s face, you tried to focus his and you connected hands, his skin. Tried to take his beautiful features in.

“You know where he grew weak boys.” an annoying voice said. “He became weak for enemies when he made his feelings completely obvious for this girl.” the man spoke again. He walked closer and closer, cockng his gun at Tom’s head.

“Any last words, thomas?” he laughed overdramatically. Tom leaned in to give your forehead a kiss. “I am so sorry, love.” he mumbled, his lips still pressed at your forehead.

You closed your eyes. Thinking that this was the end. You didn’t want to see Tom get shot. You heard multiple bullets fired. Way too many bullets to kill two men.

“Let’s get out of here, boss.” you were not fully in your consciousness but you recognized the voice. It belonged to Adam. “we have to take her to hospital.” Tom’s voice was desperate. He got a hold on his tears. After all he couldn’t cry in front of his men.

You reached the hospital in no time. The doctors took you to remove the bullet and top the bleeding. Despite being scared shitless one nurse came to update Tom about your condition. Which was very critical. You have lost a lot of blood and the chances of you recovering were very thin.

“I should have said it, Haz.” Tom finally let his emotions take control. “I should have told her about my feelings. And now it’s too late. I’m gonna lose her.” Tom sobbed on Harrison’s shoulder, hugging him tightly.

“It’s alright, she’s gonna be fine. You have a lot of time with her.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.” Tom chuckled. “Mr. Holland.” This time the doctor came to talk to them. “The patient is out of danger. She is resting right now. You can meet her just don't wake her up.” the doctor smiled awkwardly and left.

“Go meet her. This is your chance. Tell her everything.” Harrison motivated him.

With that Tom left to meet you.

This is it. Tom thought that this was another chance he had with you. But he knew that he fucked up. He putted your life in danger and most important of all that he made you believe that you parents were alive.

“Y/N. i'm so sorry, love. I put you through this all and I-” Tom never cried this hard for anyone. “And I just couldn’t man up and tell you about my feelings. I-I made you believe that your parents are alive- I couldn't keep you safe-” Tom collapsed on the floor.

“I never thought I would love anyone the way I love you, Y/N. And i am really sorry for everything-” he tried to get up; using the bed for support.

“I hope you forgive me.” he pleaded and leaned in to kiss your forehead.

“I hate it when you kiss my forehead when no one is stopping from kissing my lips.” you smirked while Tom stood there in shock.

“Hi baby. Please don’t beat yourself for everything that has happened to me. You only protected me or tried to. And my parents, I know how to live without them. You, Stacy and surprisingly the boys are my family. And I love you too.” Tom smiled at your confession.

“You little shit, you were listening to me the whole time.” Tom accused. “And what were you saying about kissing you on the lips. Huh?”

“Kiss me on the lips, tommy.” you giggled as Tom kissed you on the lips. Both of you sighing at the feeling. Meanwhile Harrison, Stacy and Harry watched you both from the door.

“Don’t you think watching them make out is creepy and gross.” Harry made a face in disgust. “Shut up Harry! My baby boo is in love.” Stacy said while weeping.

In the end you stayed with your real family.

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theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin · 3 years

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With Dumbledore being a misogynist, do you think he would have tried to give his misogynistic views onto Neville, and used that to manipulate him into fighting Voldermort instead of FemHarry because she would be viewed as "A damsel in distress that can't possibly fight this evil on her own. She is in need of a knight in shining armor to save her"? Maybe even try to set them up as a couple, so he can use "A Women's Love Conqueres All" bullshit for motivation.

I don’t think so, mostly because I believe Dumbledore is also an unwitting misogynist. He believes he’s very progressive and stands for the rights of the oppressed including muggleborns, creatures, and women.

Dumbledore wouldn’t say that a woman can’t hold a job, or that women shouldn’t be admitted into Hogwarts, or that a woman should be her husband’s property. It’s only when he opens his mouth and says alarming things that you go, “Wait a minute, that doesn’t sound right.”

So with that, I don’t believe Dumbledore would intentionally try to pass his misogynistic views onto Neville the same way he didn’t with Harry Potter. Now, would he have weird rants about Virgin Mary Lily Evans and the like with Neville? Perhaps, it’s not as relevant to him as it was to Harry Potter. Unless Dumbledore went way out there and claimed Alice Longbottom’s beautiful maternal love was the greatest as she distracted Bellatrix long enough for the aurors to arrive before they could find Neville, completely ignoring Frank. Who really knows though, it’s a little less likely to come up than it did with Harry (though Neville would likely get the same Merope talk that Harry did, which was out of this world).

That said, I could see him saying such things about a female Harry and her needing Neville’s help because to force a girl to become a killer is too cruel. “So you get to do it Neville, have fun, murder is bad except when it’s Tom Riddle. Then KILL KILL KILL!” As for setting them up though, I really don’t think so, Dumbledore may have ridiculous theories about the power of love but he never made Harry get a girlfriend so he could defeat Voldemort through the power of sex.

That said, I think it’d be more that he’d somehow convince himself that Neville was the true prophesied child and more likely to be marked equal by the dark lord versus the girl. Though even that would probably be a bit of a stretch for him given the circumstances.

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orphan-with-a-stutter · 4 years

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Master List

Newsies

Character x Character Imagines

Ralbert:

Best Friend

Spavid:

Sick Day

Sprace:

Movie Date

Davey x Crutchie:

Park Bench

Henry x Jojo

just-something-to-show-how-much-they-cared-jojo-x

X Reader Imagines

Albert:

Fort Battle

the broken

Extra! Extra! Released Newsie

Buttons:

Love hurts

The rock

Left Breathless

Buttons secret

Crutchie:

Tough

By faith

Davey:

The Violinist

Knowledge Gained

Elmer:

Visit to the Refuge

Henry:

Sweet Baking

Jack:

Us Together

The famous and badass (Jack Kelly x reader)

JoJo:

Thinking Back

Mike & Ike:

Let’s Get Drunk

Seeing Double

Mush:

Risk

Any Monday

Mini Golf

Oscar:

The Seventh Cell Block

Race:

Change

Sunset

Falling

I Choose you

Sketches and football

Happy with you

My Hercules

Pulitzer’s daughter

Christmas

She deserves the best

Tommy Boy:

Eastside Girl

Katherine:

Steal Her Away

Spot Conlon:

Spot’s Girl

Strike and poker

Series Imagines

Truck Ride (Tommy Boy x Buttons)

My Best Friend (JoJo x Buttons)

Skating Rink (JoJo x Kenny)

Nerves (Bill x Davey)

Dunkirk

Headcanons

Tommy x reader - after war

Peter x reader - dating

Best Friend’s sister

Dating Gibson after Dunkirk

Dating Gibson before the war

Imagines

Tommy:

Love and war - Tommy x reader

Love worth fighting for - Tommy x reader

Under the Willow - Tommy x reader

Late night troubles - Tommy x reader

War and it’s problems - Tommy x reader

Now We’re Even

Allies

Peter:

Friends and more - Peter x reader

Anniversary Morning - Peter x reader

Our Maze - Peter x reader

Jealousy in friendship - Peter x reader

Knight in shining armor

Gibson:

Extra room - Gibson x reader

The market (extra room part 2)

The lost friend (extra room part 3)

Don’t Fence Me In (Gibson)

A Hit of Faith

Alex:

Home - Alex x reader

Train of thought

Collins:

Just Friends - Collins x reader

Flight instructor

George:

Birthday - George x reader

Teen Wolf

Liam:

Not a curse

Peter Hale:

Line of questions

Teen wolf hc

characters in quarantine

Peaky Blinders

Finn Shelby:

Finn in danger

Anything for you

Workaholic (Finn Shelby x reader)

Business deal

Arrangements and Vendettas

Michael Gray:

Morning Michael

A couple of scouts (morning michael part 2)

Tommy Shelby:

Allies Daughter

The Reporter

No Gift

Like Home

People Always F**king Talk

Trust

John Shelby:

The parents

Drunk Words

Arthur Shelby:

Argument

Peaky Blinder HC

Tommy Shelby x Witch reader

Harry Potter/ Fantastic Beast/Next Gen

Newt:

Mistletoe

A Great Mgzoologist

Remus:

Willow and the lake

new-friendship-remus-lupin-x-reader-part-2-to

James Potter:

Falling

George Weasley:

Yes You Prankster

Because I like you

Teddy Lupin:

Silly Faces

Harry Potter HC

Seamus Finnigan dating a Slytherin girl

West Side Story

Riff:

The dance

Not impressed

Bernardo:

Peace

Outsiders

Ponyboy:

The DX

Two-Bit:

Right amount of change

Dallas Winston:

your secret (Dallas x reader)

Darry:

No Help from the Helpful

She’s Real (Darry x reader)

Soda:

Not Alone

Outsiders HC

Sodapop x reader HCs

Outsiders HCs wife/girlfriends are pregnant

Seven brides for seven brothers

Gideon:

The meeting

Frank:

Weird feelings and butterflies

Marvel

Bucky:

The Beginning of forever (bucky x reader)

Peter Parker:

All makes sense (Peter Parker x male reader)

BBC Merlin

Sir Leon:

Best Christmas Yet

Disney Descendents

Harry Hook:

The One pt1

The one pt2

The One pt3

1917

Joseph:

Photo of Memories (Joseph Blake x female reader)

Change in atmosphere (Joseph Blake x reader)

Tom:

We’re a team

Will:

Will x reader who is a member of the cavalry HC

Dark (Netflix):

Noah:

Alternative timeline - young Noah

Your Part

Young Noah HCs

Magnus:

Your first I love you

Jonas:

Dating Jonas Kahnwald HCs

Hunger Games

Peeta:

Stress of the Reaping

GIF Imagines

Star wars (Poe)

Disney Descendents (Harry Hook)

Harry Potter (Neville)

Dead Poets Society (Knox)

Peter Parker

Dunkirk (Tommy)

Peaky Blinders (Michael gray)

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j0ebay · 4 years

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Kiss Me Goodbye... Chapter 7

Warning(s): swearing, this is probably trash tbh

Word Count: 3891

A/N: At long long last this chapter is hecking done!!! I’m really super duper sorry this took 5ever to come out. BUT I’m really stoked this chapter is finally out so enjoy and feedback is deeply appreciated!! 💙

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“Now he’s gone. I don’t know why and to this day sometimes I cry. He didn’t even say goodbye. He didn’t take the time to lie.” -Nancy Sinatra

The following morning, Lindsey wakes up with arms wrapped around her. She looks down and smiles to see the same bandaged hands from last night meeting together at her hip. She lightly chuckles- Harrison was always a cuddler. Lindsey slowly pries his hands off her and makes her way down the stairs to the kitchen. Treks over to the fridge, passing a distracted Harry Holland, sitting at the kitchen table, typing away on his laptop.

“Did you eat?” She asks, breaking the brunette from his trance.

“Nah,” He mumbles, still deep in concentration.

“Well I’m gonna make some eggs ‘n toast. Should I add you to the order?” She asks in a soft tone.

Harry scoffs.

“You really are a fuckin waitress aren’t you?” He looks up from his laptop. “Sounds great, Linds. Thank you,” He adds sincerely.

Lindsey lets out a breathy chuckle.

“Gimme a break, Holland. You guys stole me from my job,” Earning another laugh from Harry.

There's a few minutes of comfortable silence before Lindsey walks over to him with another cup of tea and the plate of food.

“Am I allowed to know what you’re so diligently searching?” She asks.

Harry lets out a sigh before taking a sip of tea and shoveling eggs into his mouth.

“How long have you been up anyway?” She questions, softly.

“Too long” He responds, mouth full of food.

Harry swallows and takes another sip of tea.

“And to answer your first question, it's nothing too drastic. But, if it’s one thing Gideon Fuller made me promise him, it’s not to involve you in anything until you’re ready for it.”

Lindsey lets out a heavy sigh and nods.

“If it's one thing my dad was, it’s stubborn.”

Harry scowls at the image on his computer. Chad Powell. He recognized the picture as the man who dropped you off last night. No criminal record, no blatant mafia affiliation, squeaky clean but still acting suspicious based on what he heard about the date the night prior.

“Lindsey?” Harry asks, closing his laptop slightly, shielding Lindsey from the screen.

The woman raises her eyebrows with a mouth full of eggs and toast, prompting Harry to go on.

“Do you think you’re going to keep seeing Chad?” He asks her, voice dropping a few octaves and decibels.

“Your tone concerns me, Mr. Holland,” She responds, “Please continue”

Harry sighs.

“I mean, what ever happened with Harrison? Last time I checked, you were, like, madly in love with him. And, granted the last time I checked was high school but it still seems like it.”

“I wouldn’t call it madly in love with him. And what? You don’t like him?” She asks, eyebrow quirked.

She wasn’t about to admit to someone she saw as her younger brother and also one of Harrison’s best friends, that seeing her old flame of sorts, especially now, ignited a fire in her that she hadn’t felt with anyone else. Now, thinking about it, that feeling seemed to fill the gap in her life she didn’t know she wanted filled. But, she wasn’t about to admit that.

Harry opens up.

“To be honest Lindsey, I don't. I don’t know what it is but something doesn’t seem right. He seemed kind of sketchy when I met him,”

Lindsey scoffs.

“Did you maybe think that he seemed sketchy when you met him because he was, I don’t know, nervous?”

Harry clenches his jaw.

“You said he checked his phone every 30 minutes or so to send updates right? Lindsey, we do that when we’re doing meetings and things with other bosses. I can’t imagine why he would do that other than that reason”

“Harry, I don’t know if it’s because he’s making me happy for the first time in a while, or because it’s not Haz. But, I like this guy a lot and it’s really shitty of you to not only dictate who I go out with but try to justify it by him being shady, WHICH HE IS NOT BY THE WAY”

Lindsey sighs and pinches her nose.

“I-I just don’t know. Everything is just too much right now”

Harry meets her gaze.

“Do you still love him?” He murmurs, barely above earshot.

“What’s too much?” Asks the gravelly, sleep ridden voice of Harrison Osterfield.

Lindsey and Harry whip their heads around. There they see the sweatshirt clad, wispy haired man, standing at the open refrigerator.

“Juice?” He turns around and asks the two at the table.

“I’m good- I thought you were still sleeping?” Lindsey deflects.

Harrison sighs, sets down his glass of orange juice to the right of Lindsey and wraps his arms around her sitting figure.

“The bed got cold” He mutters into her neck.

Harry raises his eyebrows at the girl and she rolls her eyes at him.

“So complete 180” Lindsey starts as Harrison sits down.

Tom struts into the room already dressed and makes himself a cup of tea.

“180 from what, darling?”” He asks.

“Okay great you’re all here cause I’ve been sitting on something ever since,” She pauses to gesticulate in the air.

“Since I found out about your, uh-”

“-Business?” Tom asks, playfully.

Lindsey stifles her laughter.

“So um, you guys are saying I’m in danger and I have no clue what the hell my dad made you promise to him for you guys to swoop back into my life and play knights in shining armor. Which I’m grateful for, don't get me wrong, thank you so much for all of this. To put it bluntly, do you guys have any idea how long I’ll be staying here?”

All the boys smiles’ drop. Harrison reaches for her hand.

“I dunno Linds,” Tom sighs.

Harry chimes in.

“We’ve started to narrow things down, but it’s just been the usual suspects in the pool” He mutters, running his fingers through his curly hair.

“Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing” Harrison chimes in.

“How?” Lindsey scoffs.

Harrison bites the inside of his cheek, contemplating if he should go on or not.

“Please someone tell me how this isn’t terrible?” She asks barely above a whisper, rubbing her thumb across his hand.

Harrison squeezes her hand in response.

“I-It’s just, we haven’t heard anything about you in our, well, work community. So it’s not a bad thing that no one’s actively targeting you. But it’s also a matter of ‘Are people keeping their plans about you under wraps? Do they really not know about you? Was whoever was following you that night just some John who liked what they saw and we’re all just being paranoid?’ Y’know?”

Lindsey nods, thoughtfully.

“So it’s going to be a while isn’t it?” Lindsey asks, feeling everything in her chest sink to her feet.

“Probably” Tom responds somberly.

He tries to find the glimmer of hope he always finds in her eyes, but he just can’t.

“W-What about my job? Do I at least get to call them and say ‘Hey something’s come up and I can’t be coming in for a while’? Do I get to say goodbye to my kids? Do I get to wish them luck on the show they’re working so diligently on? Or am I just gonna have someone from your “mob” following me constantly like a protective detail?” Lindsey questions on the brink of tears.

“We’ll take care of it, darling. Don’t worry everything will be taken care of” Harrison soothes, squeezing her hand again.

“Well can I at least go get the rest of my stuff? I only have stuff for the week that you guys got” Lindsey asks.

Maybe if she could just go home she could feel more at peace with the situation.

“That Chris guy knew exactly where you lived. It's a public record. The last thing any of us needs is some guy surprising you when you’re alone in your room” Tom exhales, rubbing his temples.

Lindsey’s heart drops as she feels tears well in her eyes.

“Linds I’ll take you shopping or something. It’ll be great. We could talk about literally anything. Plus, you always talked about the joys of retail therapy” Harry adds, trying to take her mind off of things.

While Harry and Lindsey leave to go shopping, Harrison is tasked with making sure everyone’s paying up on time, everything is in order and that his best mob boss friend isn’t carrying too much work on his shoulders. He knocks on the door with the gold plate reading “Tom Holland” and enters.

“How’s it going man?” Harrison asks the brown eyed mobster.

Tom nods and responds.

“Pretty good, I guess. Nothing is outright troublesome other than the stuff we already know about. Everything in your field normal?”

Harrison nods.

“Good, good,” Tom mutters.

“Maybe all the douchebags and lowlifes decided to take the day off” Harrison suggests, prompting the two men to laugh.

“So,” Tom starts, breaking the silence.

“So?” Harrison asks in response.

“You’re getting pretty close with Lindsey, there”

Harrison raises his eyebrows “And?”

Tom runs a hand through his hair.

“Is this going to be a repeat of high school?”

Harrison eyebrows snap together.

“What do you mean?” “Mate, you wouldn’t shut up about her. Both of you wouldn’t shut up about each other, in fact. And none of you would make real moves on each other” Tom chuckles.

“Anyway,” Harrison says just a little too quickly. “Any headway on who was trying to get into your parents’ stuff?”

Tom lets out a heavy sigh and shakes his head

“Ten bucks says it’s one of Harding’s guys. But, there’s nothing to actually back that up so until then...,” he trails off and shrugs.

Harrison nods as Tom continues.

“I mean, my main concern is Lindsey. Like don’t get me wrong, my parents are fine, my dad’s still got some tricks up his sleeve and they’re the ones with the dog. But Linds on the other hand-”

“She only has us and no knowledge of protocol whatsoever” Harrison interjects.

“I mean don’t get me wrong she has all the self defense stuff she learned from Gideon. But, my main concern is, will it be enough to keep her all safe ‘n feisty if and when she gets affiliated with us?” Tom asks.

Harrison’s eyebrows knit together.

“Do you think she’ll be a long term partner?” Harrison asks, directing his gaze upwards at Tom.

He sighs and shrugs his shoulders

“I honestly don’t know. She seemed pretty horrified when she found out about us. But now, she seems to be warming up to it. She just seemed more concerned about our safety than anything else. I guess it all depends on when you get a ring on that girl’s finger” Tom chuckles at his own joke.

Harrison shoots Tom a knowing glance and flips him off.

“So, nothing else on your end you need help with?”

Harry and Lindsey sit in the food court of the crowded mall, indulging in their lunches.

“So what kinda shit do you need anyway?” Harry yells to Lindsey, trying to speak over the loads of people surrounding them.

“It depends,” Lindsey responds following a heavy sigh.

Harry has a puzzled look written all over his face. Anyone can read that man like a book. “On what?” He questions.

“Well,” Lindsey trails off, trying to contain her laughter.

“How comfortable are you going into Victoria’s Secret?”

Harry chokes on his food.

“What could you possibly need from Victoria’s Secret?”

Lindsey finally cracks up in hysterical laughter.

“Lingerie for Harrison, duh” Lindsey jokes between laughs.

Harry covers his ears.

“TMI TMI TMI lalalalala I can’t hear you” Harry partially yells.

Lindsey laughs even harder than before.

“Harry, you know I’m kidding. I just need the basic bras, panties, that kinda thing. Which, in all honesty if you’re not cool with going in there or if we get kicked out, I’m one million percent okay with going somewhere else” She explains.

Harry lets out a small chuckle. He can’t believe he forgot how conscious and caring for other people Lindsey is.

“I’m fine going in there but I can’t promise we’ll be in there for very long. But, then again, I have no idea- You alright, Linds?”

That last sentence was a blur. All Lindsey could feel was tingles in the back of her neck while only hearing the nagging of her subconscious.

“Turn around. Someone’s watching you”

“Turn over your right shoulder. There’s someone watching you. You’re in danger. Danger. Danger”

“Lindsey?” Harry asks.

Lindsey whips her head back around to face her friend.

“What?” She questioned, clearly zoned out of the conversation.

Harry sighs.

“You know he can’t hurt you anymore”

Lindsey nods, still distant.

“Linds, repeat after me. Chris Maxwell is dead. He can’t get to you anymore” Harry insists.

He hates seeing his friend like this. “Then why do I still feel eyes on me?” She mutters taking a look around the food court once more.

Harry scans the room, trying to see if anyone is being blatant about watching her.

“I don’t see anyone, Lindsey. C’mon let's go grab some more things you need, yeah? I know Tom said no apartment but maybe I can run and grab some things for ya if you want” He encourages.

Lindsey’s eyes light up.

“Really? Cause there was this super cute silver bodycon dress that I totally left there and if this whole thing clears up or maybe if I end up going out with Chad again I could wear that”

Harry chuckles.

“You’re really into this Chad guy huh?”

Lindsey sighs and clears her burgundy hair out of her face.

“I dunno, Har. Like I love Haz ‘n all but there’s no real moves made y’know. It’s all sweet words and cuddles with him. But it’s hard to gauge if he actually feels, or I guess felt, things for me or if that’s just how he expresses friendship. Chad on the other hand, is actually making moves and expressing things, y’know?.”

Harry nods, understanding. She pauses and checks her phone.

“Especially now,” She adds, “Because he just asked me to dinner tonight”

Harry’s eyes widen.

“Dang”

He pulls out his phone and writes out a text to Harrison.

Harry Holland() Mate, I have no idea wtf is going on between you and Linds. But if you still feel things for her you gotta make real moves and fast cause she just thinks its friendly shit

“Alright. Where next m’lady?”

Harry asks, offering his hand to a giggling Lindsey.

Harry was a good distraction for her. That was obvious. But somehow somewhere, Lindsey was still hearing her subconscious whisper

“Look over your left shoulder. Someone’s got their eyes on you. Just turn, turn, turn” And once again, she obliges to her thoughts.

Harrison looks at his phone and sighs. Harry has just confirmed what has been nagging in the back of his mind ever since he saw her for the first time in the diner. He turns his head around when he heard the front door open and shut.

“Hello?” He hears the angelic voice of Lindsey grace the household.

“What did you get, love?” Harrison asks, looking at the bags in her hand.

“I think I have successfully traumatized the big, scary mobster, Harry Holland” She giggles as his cheeks turn a bright crimson.

Harrison’s eyebrows snap together in confusion.

“Whadya mean?”

Lindsey says nothing and holds up the square Victoria’s Secret bag. Harrison mouth forms into a silent “Oh”

She giggles and runs upstairs with her things.

“How is she?” Harrison asks with a quirked eyebrow.

“As expected, I guess” Harry murmurs.

“What do you mean?” Harrison asks, voice full of concern.

“She still keeps looking over her shoulder. She’s convinced that someone’s following her” Harry sighs.

“Well, this isn't necessarily cause she ‘has me in her pocket’,” Harrison starts, making air quotes.

“But, is it really that irrational of a thing to think of? I mean, need I remind you that someone tried to find information on Gideon Fuller’s whole family? Not just Gideon but Denise and Lindsey as well”

Harry’s eyebrows raise.

“You think it’s the same person?”

“It could very much be” Harrison responds, eyes wide like saucers in realization that he was onto something.

“You go take care of her, I’ll fill Tom in,” Harry says and speeds off to his brother’s office.

The unidentified brunette man sits in his hotel room, fresh out of the shower. Hair wet, towel on his waist, he decides to get himself into some clothes. Now clad in a black v neck, fitting his muscles perfectly and some plaid pajama pants, the man haphazardly dries his hair and looks over the files sitting on the polished table. He’s pulled out of his concentrated state by the familiar sound of his ringtone.

“Yeah,” he answers, voice raspy as he hadn't had much to say.

“Yeah I have eyes on her,” He confirms, smirking at the master plan.

“No, boss, they have no idea,” The man reassures with whoever is on the other line.

“The only one posing a somewhat threat to the plan is the right hand, Osterfeld” He briefs the person as well as going through it for himself.

“Problem? No. Definitely not. I can easily neutralize him,” He boasts

“Yeah,” He confirms.

“The second he gets in my way he’s getting taken out. This information on Fuller is too good to pass up”

As Lindsey goes on her date, Harrison is in Tom’s office, plotting. Tom glances over at his right hand man to see him gazing off into the distance. Harrison can’t stop thinking of Lindsey, his Lindsey, looking absolutely stunning on the dress Harry brought for her. Her burgundy hair was straight, her makeup was done, she looked flawless as per usual. But, she’s always flawless. Chad probably doesn’t see that. Chad doesn’t deserve a beauty like her. Who does he even think he is?

“Harrison,” Tom says, snapping him out of his trance.

Harrison trains his bright blue eyes on his best friend and right away Tom knows something’s up. “Alright, man. Spill. Where’s your head at?”

Harrison sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy she’s happy. But what did this Chad guy even do to deserve to go out with her? She’s so gorgeous and funny and perfect. And Harry texted me earlier and basically said I needed to make my move because she was teetering between me and him. Tom, what if I’m too late?” He pauses as he starts to feel himself choke up.

“W-what if this is the man she’s gonna marry and I’m left high and dry? I know there have been girls in the past and like you always say there’s women throwing themselves at us being ‘dangerous sexy mobsters’ or whatever. But I don’t want anyone else. I want her”

In all the years of friendship and partnership between Harrison and Tom, Tom has never seen Harrison get choked up like this. Tom lets out a sigh, breaking the silence.

“I mean,” He begins, pausing to wet his lips and find the correct words to console his friend with.

“It’s clear she loves you. Whether it's seen as platonic love or more than that, that’s up to you two. However, as much as it hurts, it’s not up to you to decide who she dates and this Chad guy seems to make her pretty happy. But, then again, so do you. It’s kind of a rough process trying to decipher this, man. Try not to think about it too much,”

Harrison nods and sniffles.

“What do I do?” He inquires his best friend.

“If it were me, I would come clean to her. Tell her everything you just told me. Because, if it’s one thing I know about Lindsey Fuller’s feelings about you, it’s confusion. She doesn’t know if all the PDA you guys do is platonic or something else. But, it’s not me, it’s you. So, it’s not my place to tell you how to go about this,”

The blue eyed man nods to Tom.

“But,” Tom continues, “Right now, we can’t change that she’s on her date. So, good that we got all her feeling out but let's figure out who’s meddling in our crime family”

Harrison makes his way up to his bedroom. He had heard Lindsey enter the house, but, he was so caught up in the work he and Tom had started. This is it. Harrison is going to confess what has been eating at him since he first saw her. As he walks up the stairs to his room, he gives himself a small pep talk.

“You got this, Osterfield,” He thinks to himself.

“Tom said she’s into you, Harry insists she’s into you. Why would she not be into you?”

He opens the door to his bedroom, the gateway of so many sweet and caring memories between the two of them, only to see Lindsey... packing her things?

“Hey” He greets her, voice unintentionally giving hints of confusion and startling her from her mind.

“Oh! Hey” Lindsey gasps.

“You scared me!” She giggles brushing stray hairs out of her face.

“How was the date?” Harrison asks gently, not wanting to startle her any more.

Lindsey smiles that sweet smile making Harrson’s knees weak every single time.

“It was really good actually,” She beams before continuing “How’s everything here?” Lindsey asks him.

“Ugh it’s full of work. But, it’s good work, y’know? We do the shit law enforcement won’t- What are you doing?” Harrison asks as she continues to pack her things.

“Oh sorry, I’m still listening, don't worry! I’m just packing up” She answers pausing to bashfully scratch the back of her neck.

“Why, darling?” Harrison queries, walking over to grab both her hands

“I’m-uh, I think I’m gonna stay in the guest room from now on, Haz” Lindsey mumbles, finding a new fascination with the floor.

“Any reason why you’re moving out of here?” Harrison questions, trying and failing to find her gaze.

“Yeah I just- I just don’t want to be weighing you down by staying in your room and um...” She trails off.

Harrison brings his index finger to her chin and lifts her head up to meet his gaze.

“And what, love?” He asks, ocean eyes full of concern.

“Haz,” She whispers, while moving away from him and shaking her head.

“We can’t do this anymore, Harrison” She murmurs, shakily.

Harrison feels a hard pang in his chest like his heart is causing him physical pain. His head feels like it’s spinning and all he wants to do is wake up with his girl next to him “W-Why?” He asks, barely above a whisper.

“Harrison, Chad and I are a thing now. And, all the PDA stuff we do, I-I just I don’t wanna piss him off or offend him y’know?” She explains.

All Harrison can do is nod as Lindsey continues.

“You know I love you, Hazza and everything we do for each other. But, that stuff can be easily misinterpreted”

Harrison nods again.

“I hope he makes you happy” He chokes out, voice cracking just a little.

And with that, the girl of his dreams leaves his bedroom, confirming his worst nightmare has become a reality.

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It’s been, like, years 😅 I’m working full time now and barely got time for myself, much less my writing. But sometimes a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, so please enjoy.

Posting from mobile so apologies for the non-existent Read More 🙈 Why does the mobile app still suck so much? 😩

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The Kiss

The boat was crowded. You felt your anxiety prickling at the back of your throat.

You really needed to learn how to say no. Just once.

It was maddening how whenever your roommate asked you to go to a party with her, you agreed, though you hated crowds… and parties in general.

Naturally she hadn't mentioned that this particular one was happening on someone's yacht… in the middle of the ocean… with no way to escape.

Grabbing your cup a little tighter, you made your way through grinding bodies to the front. There was a bit more room here. Air to breath. Rich douchebags talking shop. Shop meaning which car to buy next from their parents' money.

Your judging gaze drifted over them, uninterested, but nevertheless annoyed. It caught on one of them though. A guy who seemed a bit older than the rest of these just out of high school kids. But maybe that was just because of the scruff.

He was wearing a t-shirt with some record label on it that you'd never heard of. Probably his own or that of one of his parents. His whole demeanor as well as his clothes and expensive looking sunglasses spoke of money. Even his many tattoos did. They were done well, the kind you had to pay good money for in a nice, clean and sanitary studio.

He was leaning on the boat, palms flat against the white plastic, watching his peers with a small frown. That was what had stopped your traveling gaze, you realized now. That frown seemed very out of place in this sea of smiling and laughing boys.

One of the guys he was with was loudly complaining about were this country was heading with all these foreigners. The beer in his cup was slushing out and about as he talked animatedly.

"So what you're saying is, you'd prefer it if all the 'foreigners' left the country?", the guy with the frown asked. His accent was obviously British. A "foreigner" himself then.

The other guy gave a bright smile. "Exactly!"

The Brit stood up, crossing his arms over his wide chest.

"Right, well, it was nice meeting you then."

Other guy laughed. "I don't mean you, of course. Britain and America are like brothers. You're my frat brother, man."

"Oh, I know you weren't talking about me, I wasn't either. I was talking about you."

The other guy stared, smile gone, jaw nearly on the floor. "Me? I'm no foreigner!"

"No? And here I thought your father was a byproduct of your grandfather's affair with the Mexican nanny, was he not?"

There was no spite in the Brit's voice, just honest curiosity. That made it burn so much more.

"Oooooh.", made the rest of the guys.

"That's not… I didn't mean… ugh!", the other guy threw up his hands and stalked away.

The Brit shrugged. "Not sure what his problem is!"

Then he winked at the other guys and looked around… and caught you staring.

You couldn't help the grin spreading across your lips. For a second he seemed surprised, then he returned the smile.

Before anything could happen, someone jumped in front of you, catching all your attention.

"What up, girlie? Are you enjoying yourself?", your roomie asked, obviously drunk.

"Not really.", you admitted.

She sighed. "Well, duh! You need to go find someone to make out with."

She shooed you off. You just rolled your eyes and trotted away. Just to be stopped by another body, planting themselves in your path.

"Hello beautiful!", the guy said with a huge grin, "Heard you were looking for someone to make out with. Well, don't mind if I do."

He leaned in, grabbing your hips.

"Hey, no!", you told him, putting a hand against his chest and slightly pushing him away.

"Come on, baby, don't be like that."

One of his hands left your hip to pull your hand aside. He was close, so close you could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"I said," you snarled through your teeth, bracing yourself, "Get. Off. Me."

And with that your knee shot up and struck gold.

The guy toppled over with a very unmanly squeal.

"Tough luck, buddy. Guess it's just not your night.", someone said from behind him.

You looked up to find the Brit standing there. His right hand was balled into a fist and you were certain he had been ready to come to your aid. Only you didn't need a knight in shining armor, thank you very much.

Only when you looked back at the guy now thriving on the ground, did you realize that it was the foreigners-hating-guy. Yup, definitely not his night.

"Friend of yours?", you asked.

"Frat brother.", he replied, making it sound like an insult.

"How unfortunate for you."

"Tell me about it."

And there it was again, the involuntary smile. What the hell?

"I'm Harry, by the way."

"Y/N.", you replied, shaking his hand.

"So Y/N, how rude would it be of me to ask you to have a drink with me to apologize for my gender?"

You leaned your head from side to side, seemingly weighing your options.

"Eh. Not rude enough that I would decline."

He grinned. Woah.

You stepped over his frat brother, not sparing him another look and walked past Harry deeper into the party.

There was a bar somewhere in there. Also more people and louder music. You clenched your fists and concentrated on breathing.

Someone tapped your shoulder and you turned, face stern. Harry gave you a slightly worried look. He nodded to something beside you. You followed his gaze. There was a stairway leading into the boat’s belly. You frowned at him. He leaned in. He smelled like peppermint and Tom Ford.

“Why don’t you go downstairs, where it’s quieter and less crowded, and I’ll get us something to drink.”

You gaped for a moment, then nodded.

“Nothing too strong.”, you gave back before he disappeared into the crowd.

You climbed the stairs and where grateful as the noise of music and people subsided. One floor down there was a long hallway with closed doors to the left and right. You decided to go exploring.

Behind the first three doors you found couples in various incriminating positions. Whoops.

Door 4 led into what looked like a mini-cinema, with two rows of red velvet cushioned chairs and a white screen on the wall that you knew was currently holding back the ocean.

“Cool.”, a voice came from behind you, making you jump about a foot into the air.

Harry chuckled. “Sorry, bloody carpet muffling all sounds.”

You glared at him. “You could have coughed on the way down here or something.”

He winked. Yeah, that’s what you’d thought.

“So, we going in or what?”, he questioned.

You looked around. “Are we allowed?”

He shrugged and moved past you into the room. Leaning against one of the seats he held out a red cup. With a sigh you walked inside, closing the door behind you.

You took the cup and a sip. Your eyebrows raised in surprise.

“This is delicious. What is it?”

A smirk. Possibly hotter than the smile… you couldn’t decide.

“My own concoction.”

You frowned, checking the bracelet on your wrist. It stayed clear.

Harry laughed. “Not like that. I’m not trying to knock you out.”

You shrugged, moving over to the next aisle and flipped down in one of the seats.

“Can’t be too careful.”

“True.”, Harry turned, now leaning his hip against the seat, “So, what’s your story? What brings someone with social anxiety to a party like this?”

You only stumbled a second over the fact that he knew you had social anxiety, before replying: “My roommate. It’s hard saying no to her… at least for me.”

He nodded. “I know the feeling.”

“Your frat brothers?”, you asked, genuinely curious.

„One of them, yes.“

„What’s so special about him?“

„He’s my best friend.“

So simple, but so understandable.

„This whole frat thing just doesn’t seem like your crowd at all.“

Harry sighed. „It’s not, but it’s his and I need to watch out for him. I promised.“

You felt there was more to the story, but you didn’t press it.

„So you decided to pick out the socially anxious girl, so you could get away from the idiots?“

You grinned, though only half-joking. You had wondered why a guy like him would be interested in someone like you.

But Harry shook his head. “Not at all. I saw a woman who could take care of herself. Strong, independent, smart. Pretty attractive qualities… and it helps that you’re hot.”

He winked again. Your stomach flipped a little.

You nodded slowly, then emptied your cup in one swig. Slowly you got up and moved over to him.

‘Find someone to make out with.’, your roomie had told you. Well, you DID say you couldn’t say no to her. And you had never been this excited about it.

He turned again, his ass now leaning against the seat. He watched you with bright, curious, green eyes.

“Hey.”, you said, standing right in front of him, inches apart.

“Hi.”, he replied, uncertainty lacing his voice. He gripped his cup a little tighter.

“You’re pretty hot yourself, you know that?”

He smiled deeply. “Thank you.”

You stretched out a shaking hand. The tips of your index and middle finger lightly touched his temple and slowly traced down the side of his face. He took a shaky breath, eyes burning into yours. His hands were still gripping his cup. The air was electric.

As you reached the point where his jaw became his chin, you turned your hand a little and lay your thumb gently against his pink lips.

His eyes were wide. Pleased, but surprised.

You couldn’t blame him. You had no idea where this was coming from… but you thoroughly enjoyed it.

Your thumb traced the outline of his lips. Then you pressed your palm against his cheek and leaned in. Your lips ghosted over the very prominent line of his pulse up his neck.

Harry gasped. The sound of crumbling plastic made you aware of the fact that he had just crushed his cup. His hands clasped it hard still.

“Y/N…”, he breathed.

His name fell like a prayer from his lips. It was intoxicating.

Your lips found his earlobe and seconds later so did your teeth. Your tongue stroked the soft skin a bit as you nibbled on it.

Then you whispered: “Touch me, Harry.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. Immediately his fingers dug into your hips, pulling you closer.

You were standing between his legs now. And he just held on for dear life.

Your lips moved across his jaw and then hovered, quarters of inches from his lips. You were breathing the same air. You just looked at him and he stared back. Tension was building.

You had always enjoyed the moment before the kiss almost more than the actual kiss. The tension made your stomach twist in that delightful way. But it was just getting too much to take.

Still, Harry waited. Any other guy would have already been all over her. But here he was: patient, respectful and oh so gorgeous.

Your lips closed over his in the softest kiss ever. You moved slowly together as Harry’s hand went up into your hair. Your tongue teased his lower lip and he parted easily, meeting you halfway.

Your arms were around his neck and you pressed close to him, impossibly close.

You didn’t understand the feelings rushing through you for this guy you barely knew, but you were certain of one thing: For the first time the kiss was SO much better than the build up.

Your fingers tangled in his hair. You tasted the peppermint you had smelled before.

You couldn’t recall when his cap had dropped, but his brown wavy hair was free now. All yours to play with.

Your head was starting to swim and you knew you needed oxygen, but you weren’t quite ready to let go yet.

Just before blacking out, you broke away, gasping for air. Harry did the same.

You stared at each other in wonderment.

“Woah!”, he made.

“Ya.”, you agreed.

You stroked the side of his neck, while you just looked at each other.

“That was the best kiss I’ve EVER had.”, he finally exclaimed after calming his breathing a little.

“Same.” You nodded.

“So… should we continue or will that ruin it?”

“Probably the latter.”, you mused.

He nodded slowly.

You bit your lip. Then patted his shoulder and stepped back.

“Ok then. This was great. Maybe we’ll see each other at school.”

He nodded again, still dazed.

“K.”

You turned around and left the room.

As you slowly walked up the stairs, still wondering what the hell had just happened, the boat shook a little and someone upstairs was yelling something like ‘Land ho!’.

You figured this meant you had docked again.

Thank God.

You didn’t wait for your roommate or anyone else, you dashed off the boat and grabbed a cab home.

Your head was still spinning, when you lay down in your bed and you were certain it wasn’t the alcohol.

It HAD been the perfect kiss. Just that. One kiss. Perfect. No responsibilities. Just one perfect kiss.

Gosh, you really hoped you would meet Harry again.

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im-tops-bottom · 5 years

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Voldemort looks mortified when Lucius stands against him. His anger turns to rage and suddenly he has a wand directed at Draco.

Lucius who is standing in front of a wounded Sirius looks up after checking on the man just in time to see the wand raised at his son.

"NO!"

Everything becomes a blur at that point as he races towards his son. He recalls people saying his name but he ignores them in favor of Draco who has finally clicked on to what is happening. Next thing he knows pain shoots through him as he shields his son. This is followed up by bright lights and then darkness.

Lucius finds himself standing in a hill with a tree. Next to the tree is someone familiar.

"Severus?"

The dark haired man turns around and smiles as Lucius slowly makes his way up the hill.

"I saw what you did Lucius. You saved that mutt of all people"

Lucius clears his throat as his cheeks go red.

"Severus"

"its okay you know. You are allowed to love other people"

Lucius looks up in shock which turns to pain.

"i don't....I can't.....i-i"

"i know you will still hold me dear to your heart. I think that it's finally time to stop thinking about the what ifs. Start thinking about your future"

"but"

"let go Lucius"

Lucius sighs as he stands in front of Severus and holds his hands to his chest.

"you always were the smart one"

"and I also was the best at reading people, especially you."

"I'll still love you you arrogant bastard"

"I'll always love you two my blonde savior. Now you shouldn't be here. Go back to him. Go back to the mutt and don't let him go"

"no! I'm not ready. Severus!"

"say hello to my godson for me"

"SEVERUS! NO!"

Lucius screams in pain as everything goes black and the next thing he knows, he's woken up in the forest clearing. He's crying in pain from the hex Voldemort threw his sons, pain from the realization kicking in that yes he has lost his first love, pain from almost losing his son, pain from almost losing Sirius, the man he has fallen in love with. His eyes close as falls back in to the darkness from too much pain.

The next time he wakes up, it's in a hospital bed. He's laying on his side. He tilts his head to find Sirius asleep pressed up behind him while his arm is wrapped around his son who is cuddled up to him.

"oh you are awake"

Lucius looks up to the familiar voice and spots Harry who stands at the end of the bed smiling.

"you know....they have never left your side once. They are due for a week long bath if you ask me"

"week long?"

"yes. You have had a week long sleep. No one knew if you were going to make the first night but somehow you managed to pull through"

"what happened?"

"after you stood between Voldemort and Draco, you got hit by a powerful hex that should have killed you. It did actually. I came just in time to destroy Voldemort for good. I don't wanna know what would have happened if I didn't make it in time."

"I died?"

"yeah. Then Sirius kissed you and your heart started beating again. We made it to St Mungos before you almost died on us again. My godfather fought tooth and nail to make sure you stayed alive"

"he did?"

"yeah. He loves you Mr Malfoy. You both are very lucky men"

Before Lucius could ask what he is going on about, a nurse comes in and notices Lucius is awake and calls for a doctor to come and do check ups.

All the noises woke Draco and Sirius up. Sirius fell off the bed in shock and relief. Draco cried and hugged his father like their lives depended on it. After awhile Harry takes Draco out of the room in promise of food.

After all the check ups are done and Lucius is told that he will need to stay a few more days to make sure he's out of harms way, a nurse advises she will bring up some food for Lucius and his boyfriend.

"uhhh he's errr he's not my boyfriend. Really. Thats just pure nonsense"

"Lucius"

"yes?"

"shut up"

Lucius sits up on the bed stares at Sirius dumbfounded.

"i beg your pardon"

"oh please don't play dumb. Everyone that is everyone, including me, know that you are in love with me"

Lucius rolls his eyes and looks anywhere but at Sirius.

"I have no idea what you are talking ab-"

Lucius' eyes widen as he feels Sirius' lips pressed against him. He lets out a little embarrassing whine as Sirius pulls back. This causes him to go red and Sirius to smirk.

"you are just the w-"

Lucius pouts as he gets cut off again by Sirius and his need to kiss him.

"i will hex you you mangey m-"

Once again Sirius kisses him.

"WILL YOU STOP KISSING ME!"

"I'll stop kissing you when you start playing nice and be honest"

Lucius tries to turn around on the bed but then he gets dragged down to a full laying position. He finds Sirius has pushed his legs open and sitting between them. His hands have lucius' in a hold above his head. His smirk not once leaving his face.

"i know that you will always hold a place for Severus in your heart. I also know that you are in love with me. That's okay. Its okay to let go. Snivellus wouldn't want you to think to much about the past."

"are you trying to say something nice about him?"

"shut up. Its only gonna happen once. Now, all I'm asking....no in fact I'm not gonna ask, I'm gonna fight for it."

"what are you talking about?"

"im in love with you. Been in love with you the moment I first met you when we were kids. Azkaban could never take that away. No matter how hard they tried, you were the only thing that kept me going, kept me fighting"

Lucius lets out a little gasp when he looks into Sirius' eyes and finds that he's telling the truth.

"why didn't you say anything?"

"i was a runt. It also didn't help that I was a prankster that helped bully your best friend. Not to mention you were a god damn Slytherin prefect who Tom Riddle kept keen eyes on"

"oh for the love of God, why does everyone keep thinking he was in love with me"

"oh please even the dumbest of dumb could see that even though he was an asshole, he was in cloud 9 with you"

"that is an outrageous accusation"

"he threatened my cousin when she was arranged to marry you. He threatened Remus"

"Lupin?"

"oh please you were one of the most gorgeous people at Hogwarts. I think everyone was head over heels for you. People were either threatened or were killed if they so much as flirted with you. As you can see, I was only threatened."

"he he was ...."

"yes he was and from what I heard from my cousin even as Voldemort he still was. He hated the fact that you fell in love with Snape. In fact aside from Harry, you were the other reason why our Lord went batshit crazy"

The boys look up to find Narcissa standing by the door. After a couple of seconds she walks over to the bed and hugs Lucius.

"glad to see you alive. You okay?"

"yeah I think he's just reeling in the fact that so many people liked him"

"well it can't be helped pretty boy. Now, I'm gonna take our son and Harry home so they can have proper food. I have asked the doctors if we can just take you home and have our private ones watch over you. They said to bring you back should anything go wrong. Sirius I expect you to bring him back safe and sound"

"yes ma'am"

"good. See you boys at home. Dinner will be ready soon"

After Narcissa left they resume their talking.

"it was because of me that my lord acted that way. I'm so sorry. Not only to you but to everyone who didn't deserve it"

"don't worry about it. He's dead and you are alive. That is all that matters"

Lucius looks up at Sirius and realizes that they were cuddling and is trying to figure out how the hell did they get in they position and how the hell did he manage to hug Narcissa when he felt something wet drop onto his bare flesh. He sees tears fall and tries to wipe it away but Sirius catches his hand and brings it to his mouth.

"are you okay?"

"honestly, no I'm not okay. I almost lost you twice. I don't think I could bare a life without you. I was scared thinking about losing you. I was scared for Draco who loves you darely. I don't wanna lose you again. "

"how about my knight in shining armor becomes one of those annoying bodyguards who follow people around 24/7?"

"do I get to order you around?"

"you tell what to do and I will hex you from here to kingdom come. And I was joking about the bodyguard"

"nope too late. You already said it. I'm gonna protect you and the family no matter what. Bedides...."

Sirius places little bites along Lucius' skin as he makes his way to his ear and drops his voice the lowest and deepest it can go. His hand making its way down Lucius' stomach.

"I like to think you love being told what to do. Especially in bed. Snape may have been bullied and was a massive introvert but I can see him dominating the shit out of you."

Sirius smirks as he hears a gasp as his hands brushes along the bottom of the hospital gown. He grabs the end and lifts it up slowly.

"do you get off being told what to do my dear Lucius? I bet you like to cause mischief just so you can get spankings"

Lucius lets out a whine as he tries to focus on breathing. His eyes snapped shut.

"oh you do like that. Hmmmmm I look forward to getting to know more about what your body likes. I plan on getting to know it very well. I'll love to get to know you properly on a personal level but I can't help but find a submissive side to you extremely"

Lucius lets out a loud moan as Sirius licks his neck right up to his ear where he nips it.

"thrilling"

Lucius is a complete mess and extremely hard from all of that attention.

"now!"

Sirius chuckles as he watches Lucius whine and the sudden loss of contact

"let's get your things and go home for dinner. I do terribly miss my cousins cooking"

"you are a monster"

"you do say the sweetest things. Now come along and maybe if you are a good boy, I'll give you a perfect welcome home present up in your room tonight"

"i hate you."

"no you don't."

Sirius laughs as he helps a growling Lucius get dressed and get up to leave, expecting his cousin to have already filled out the release forms. He holds onto the love of his life the thoughts of never letting go at the forefront of his mind. Maybe his crazy fucked up life isn't going to be so bad after all.

#hp #Sirius x Lucius #i keep leaving for weeks on end #and come back with some form of angst #sorry not sorry

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eris-dawn · 5 years

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“And what about me?" Harry asked. His smile was more of a slash, a painful, jagged rictus. "Was it just professional curiosity that made you come back here?"

"Not quite."

"It's a little late to be a family, Tom. I'm not a little boy - I'm not looking for a knight in shining armor anymore. Too much time has passed."

"Time is relative," especially when you're immortal. "Is it so hard to believe I truly want to get to know you?" Tom wet his lips. "We're the same, you and I.”

Read Rapture: Here

Chapter Seven is up!

#harry potter #tom riddle #tomarry #harrymort #fanfic #fanfiction #archive of our own #ao3

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lnfours · 1 year

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summer loving (four) ⎸ t.h

⌙ au: based on the book and tv show ‘the summer i turned pretty’ by jenny han. childhood friends to lovers

⌙ wc: 3k

⌙ warnings: swearing, some angst, fluffy as hell towards the end, some light drinking (nothing crazy), SHAWN BEING THE BEST BF EVER!!!!!!! but also tom being jealous AF, oh and shirtless tom, poor baby sam swooning but having no balls to say anything :(

⌙ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader with a lil bit of shawn mendes x fem!reader

masterlist ⎸ chapter three ⎸ chapter five ⎸ listen

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tom was losing his absolute mind.

sure, it was no secret that tom was in love with you. anyone with eyes and brain cells would be able to tell just by spending 2 minutes in a room with the two of you.

however, he felt as though he wasn’t good enough. like there was someone who would be way better for you. someone who could be your knight in shining armor, show you their vulnerable side, be everything you desperately wanted tom to be.

so, when he found out that you had went to shawn’s gig, part of him was relieved that you had moved on from his chaos, the way he pulled you in one minute and the next he was pushing you away in fear of letting someone get close to him again. but, he couldn’t deny that part of him ached, part of him broke at the sight of shawn walking you to the front door.

and what really sealed the deal was when you leaned in with a smile on your face as you kissed shawn on the lips.

that’s when he knew for sure that he was just a thought all the way in the back of your head.

the next morning, everyone sat in the kitchen while eating breakfast, making small talk. everyone mostly asking about how your date went, which caused a the heat to creep onto your cheeks. however, it made his blood boil at the fact that shawn was everything you wanted. everything you tom wanted to be for you, but couldn’t.

“it was good,” you smiled, poking at the eggs on your plate that sam had made for you, “he’s really sweet. i think you guys would like him.”

“we should have him for dinner tonight,” nikki smiled, “i know the mendes family pretty well, all of them are lovely.”

“yeah, sounds like a great idea.” your mom agreed.

“meeting the guy that my sister made out with on the front porch, no thanks.” austin joked, causing everyone to roll their eyes.

“gonna have to agree with austin on that one,” harry joked, “they’re gonna make kissy-faces at each other the whole time.”

you flung a piece of pancake at the boy, hitting him right in the center of his forehead. paddy giggled next to you, giving you a high five, “nice aim!”

“listen, let’s just give him a shot, yeah?” sam said, “if he makes y/n happy, then it’s worth meeting him.”

tom hadn’t said a word, eyes suddenly interested in his plate. your eyes fell onto his figure, your lips meeting the edge of the mug, speaking before taking a sip of coffee.

“what do you think, tom?”

you watched as he looked up at you, his normally warm, brown eyes suddenly cold. you raised an eyebrow as you watched him put down his fork.

“doesn’t matter to me.” he shrugged, getting up from the table as he cleared his plate. you turned to look at him.

“maybe alicia can come too, might as well make it a whole thing.” you said, smirking into your mug as he gave you ‘shut the fuck up’ look.

“who’s alicia?” nikki asked, turning to the oldest boy.

“no one.”

“mhm, she’s no one alright.” harry chuckled.

“wait, alicia garnett?” your brother asked.

“since when?” it was paddy’s turn to look confused.

“you know she’s kind of a whore, right?”

tom rolled his eyes at your brothers words, you turning around and smacking him in the forehead, “ow!”

“you’re an ass.”

“it’s true!”

“well, you don’t have to call her a whore.”

“i mean, she’s slept with half the town.”

you rolled your eyes, letting nikki take the floor, “if you’d like to invite her, you can. i’d like to meet her, you know.”

“me too,” your mom smiled, “and who’s to say she isn’t what everyone thinks she is.”

she eyed your brother and he raised his hands in fake surrender, “i’m just telling you what i’ve heard.”

“yeah, well, we don’t need to hear about it.” you mumbled.

tom nodded, sighing, “alright, alright, i’ll see if she wants to come.”

you cleared your plate, putting the dishes in the sink before making your way upstairs. you squeaked as someone grabbed your arm, pulling you into a bedroom before the door shut behind you.

“are you proud of yourself or something?” it was tom’s voice.

you crossed your arms, “why would it matter if she’s more than just a fuck buddy to you?”

he groaned, “because… i don’t know how i feel about her yet.”

“guess you better figure it out.” you shrugged, going to reach for the door handle but tom stepped in front of you,

“can i go? i have to make sure kat can come in this weekend.”

“not until you talk to me about what’s going on.”

you scoffed, rolling your eyes in complete annoyance, “nothing’s going on, tom.”

“you sure?”

you huffed, “look, you’re the one who tried to kiss me on the beach just to move on the next day. i’m sorry, but whatever kind of emotional rollercoaster this is,” you motioned back and forth between the two of you, “i don’t want it. i’ve got a guy who’s sweet, treats me like a fucking princess, and is actually clear with what he wants, which is me. if you can’t accept the fact that i moved on from you and your bullshit, that sounds like a personal issue.”

he stared at you blankly as you pushed past him, reaching for the door, “until then, worry about your own relationship and i’ll worry about mine.”

he flinched as his door slammed shut behind him, making him groan as he plopped down onto the bed. he knew you were right, you had every reason in the book to hate him right now. he knew he played with your emotions, he knew that he fucked up big time, but he didn’t know how to make it right. he didn’t know how to get you back.

your phone buzzed as you got a text from kat.

kat any updates?

y/n nothing much other than tom’s an asshole and i think i really like shawn

kat good. if tom can’t get his priorities straight and realize that it’s been you this entire time, then you shouldn’t have to wait around for him. also shawn’s a cutie, who wouldn’t like him 😉

you looked up as there was a soft knock on your door, meeting sam’s eyes as he softly smiled, “up for the beach?”

you nodded, “yeah, just give me a second.”

he nodded back at you, walking out of the door and leaving it cracked open the tiniest bit.

y/n you’re right. i’ll check in with you later after shawn comes for dinner, gonna go catch some waves with sam.

kat sam 😏 ya know, i’ve always been team sam

y/n 🙄 goodbye, katarina <3

kat goodbye y/n 🥰

you locked your phone and threw it down on the bed before picking out a bathing suit. you grabbed a bathing suit from your bag, throwing on a big t-shirt overtop. you met sam downstairs, the two of you heading out to the beach.

you two talked amongst yourselves, giggling and having a good time. sam always knew how to get your mind off of things.

“you excited for everyone to meet shawn?” he asked and you shrugged.

“i don’t know,” you bit down on your bottom lip, “i just don’t know how tom’s going to react.”

“yeah, didn’t seem too happy about it earlier.”

you nodded, “i know.”

“which, sounds like his problem.”

you shot him a confused look, an eyebrow raised, “not that i don’t disagree, but what do you mean?”

“please, it’s not like we all don’t know he’s had a thing for you for years,” he laughed, “plus, mom did say that you were destined for one of us, minus paddy.��

you smiled, remembering when nikki told you that, “yeah, well, i guess destiny isn’t mine and tom’s thing.”

he chuckled again, “doesn’t really seem like it, huh?”

“whatever, it’s his loss,” you shrugged, “if he can’t tell me what he wants then why should i wait around for him to tell me? i deserve better than that.”

he nodded, “you deserve the best.”

you smiled, “thanks, sam.”

he nodded, looking towards the house as the sun shone down on you. your hair was falling perfectly around your face, your eyes glistening in the sunlight. the way the water droplets fell from your skin was mesmerizing.

he was in awe.

“i guess i should head back soon, i gotta get ready for dinner and make sure shawn’s still coming.”

he nodded, “yeah, sure thing. i’ll probably be out here for a little while longer and then head in.”

you smiled before paddling to shore on your board, “see you back at the house!”

you made your way inside, running up the steps. you gathered your things to take a shower, walking into the hallway only to bump into someone who was shirtless and dripping wet.

your cheeks burned as you realized it was tom.

“sorry,” he apologized, moving around you, “didn’t mean to bump into you.”

you couldn’t help it, your eyes followed the way his abs dipped and curved, the way the towel sat lowly on his hips, his dripping wet curls hanging over his forehead. he smirked as your eyes traveled his body, watching you contently.

“just watch where you’re going next time.” your voice was laced with sarcasm.

“watch where your eyes wander next time.”

you rolled your eyes, refusing to let him believe that you were still somewhat into him. yeah, shawn was great and everything you wanted, but tom was always going to be in the back of your mind. like an annoying, nagging feeling that won’t leave you alone no matter how hard you try.

after your shower, you made your way back to your room. you decided to facetime shawn, just to make sure he was still able to come tonight.

he picked up after a few rings, smiling into the camera as he laid in bed, “hey,”

“hi,” you smiled back, “sorry if i interrupted anything.”

he shook his head, rustling coming from his side of the call as he situated himself to sit up, “‘s okay, everything alright?”

you nodded, “just wanted to make sure you were still coming tonight.”

“of course, wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

you smiled, a blush forming on your cheeks, “nikki wants to know if you like seafood.”

he nodded, “not my favorite, but i’ll eat it,” he smiled, “i’m sure anything she cooks is good.”

you laughed, “it is, actually.”

“sounds great,” he ran his fingers through his hair, “should i bring anything?”

“just yourself.” you smiled.

“okay, i’ll bring a bottle of rosé.”

you smiled, “if you insist.”

“i do, i refuse to come empty handed, my mom taught me better than that,” he smiled back at you, “also, what’s nikki and your moms favorite flowers?”

you scrunched your nose, thinking about it, “for nikki it’s probably daisies and my mom is simple, she likes white roses.”

he nodded, “alright, i got a few stops to make in town and then i’ll be over.”

you watched as he slipped a shirt over his head, his keys jingling in the microphone shortly after, “take your time.”

“well, i don’t want to keep you waiting.”

you smiled, “i don’t mind.”

he smirked down into the camera, “i’ll remember this.”

you laughed, “drive safe, i’ll see you soon.”

“see you soon, beautiful.”

you smiled before ending the call, squealing quietly to yourself before quickly clicking onto kat’s contact. she picked up almost right away.

“long time no see,” she smiled, “what’s up?”

“it’s confirmed,” you smiled, “i really like shawn.”

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the doorbell rang as you ran down the steps, “i’ll get it!”

you opened the door and smiled as shawn held up three bouquets of flowers and a bottle of rosé. you smiled, taking the bottle from him to help him carry things inside, “what’s all this?”

“a good first impression,” he smiled, kissing your cheek softly, “these are for your mom and nikki.”

you smiled, your heart beating quickly as you closed the door behind him, “you’re so sweet. c’mon, i’ll introduce you.”

he followed you into the kitchen where nikki, your mom, austin, paddy and harry were sitting. everyone was quick to say hello, shawn shaking hands with the boys and offering the flowers to the moms. they both smiled and accepted them, also mentioning how it was a sweet gesture. you left the boys to talk as you followed your mom and nikki into the kitchen to open the bottle of wine.

“he’s handsome,” your mom smirked, rubbing her shoulder against yours, giggling, “and respectful.”

“he’s great, y/n. a 10 in my book.”

you laughed at both of the women in front of you, shaking your head as you grabbed two wine glasses, “you two are insufferable.”

“c’mon! if i were you, i'd be all over that.” your mom laughed and you scrunched your nose, letting out a chuckle as you shook your head.

“gross, don’t ever say that again,” you laughed with the other two, walking back into the dining room with the two wine glasses. you handed one to shawn, him smiling and thanking you as you sat down in the chair next to him.

“so, you’ve played guitar your whole life?” harry asked. shawn nodded.

“yeah, pretty much,” he smiled, “i learned from watching youtube videos on how to play ed sheeran songs.”

“i wish i was good at playing an instrument,” paddy sighed, “i tried piano, but i wasn’t good so i gave up.”

“that’s what practice is for,” shawn said, pulling the glass away from his lips, “if you want, i could teach you how to play, show you a few pointers.”

“really?” paddy’s face lit up, “that’s awesome! thanks, mate.”

shawn nodded and smiled back. you smiled at him as he made eye contact.

“so, is the infamous katarina coming next weekend?” he asked.

“yeah, she is,” you smiled, “and she’s really excited to meet you.”

he widened his eyes a little, “guess i gotta make a really good impression.”

“shouldn’t be too hard.” you smiled, biting down on your bottom lip to try to contain it.

“i don’t know, seems like a big deal.”

“please, if you can make it through this dinner, you should be able to handle kat.”

you heard sam as he entered the room, “that’s a lie, kat is like a hurricane. she’s kinda crazy.”

you rolled your eyes playfully at sam, “she’s not crazy, she’s just… a concerned friend.”

sam scoffed, “yeah, we can say that,” he smiled as he shook shawn’s hand, “sam, by the way. nice to meet you.”

“nice to meet you, too.” shawn smiled. you watched as tom was the last one to sit down at the table, nodding his head towards shawn.

“hey, mate.”

“hey, man. what’s up,” he greeted back, reaching to shake tom’s hand, “shawn.”

tom shook his hand, “tom.”

you watched as tom’s eyes locked with yours for a split second, the warm brown eyes once again cold as he saw you with shawn. he clenched his jaw as he sat down, not wanting to sit across from you and the guy who was everything he couldn’t be for you.

nikki and your mom, thankfully, came out with the food in their hands as they placed everything down on the table, “who’s hungry.”

you felt shawn’s nerves from his seat next to you, giving his hand a squeeze under the table. he squeezed back, smiling as you made eye contact.

the dinner talk consisted of everyone getting to know shawn a little better and talking about everyone’s favorite summer activities. but, of course, austin had to ruin the moment with an embarrassing story from when you were younger.

that’s when you grabbed shawn’s hand, leaving the table as you led him up the stairs, “okay, i’m done with this conversation. you all have fun.”

everyone laughed as harry called out to you, “oh, come on! at least leave shawn!”

you two laughed, “over my dead body, holland.”

you made your way into your room, closing the door behind you, “sorry, they get to be a little much.”

he waved you off, “it’s alright, i get it.”

you sat down on the bed, gesturing to the room, “this is me. not much, but that’s what i like about it.”

“that and this view,” shawn said as he looked out the large window, “i’d never leave this room.”

you smiled, getting up and wrapping your arms around him from behind, resting your cheek on his back, “that’s another favorite part.”

he smiled, turning around as his arms wrapped around your torso this time, “i can’t deny a great view when i see one.”

you blushed softly, “me either.”

he smiled as his hand reached up and cupped your cheek into his hand softly, leaning down slowly as his nose pressed up against yours, “can i ask you something?”

you nodded, biting down softly on your lower lip as he continued, “i know it hasn’t been very long, but i really really like you and i was just wondering if you’d wanna be official, like be my… girlfriend?”

you smiled, “i really like you, too. and yes, i’d love to be your girlfriend.”

he smiled, leaning down and softly pressing his lips to yours. you both smiled into the kiss, breaking apart after a little while. you led him to bed bed, the both of you laying down. he grabbed the stuffed bear from under his back, laughing softly as you grabbed your tv remote from the nightstand.

“who’s this?”

you chuckled, “that’s beary.”

“beary? you couldn’t have come up with a better name?” he joked and you laughed, snatching the brown stuffed bear from his hands.

“i was 4! leave me alone.”

he laughed, pulling you so you were laying on top of him, both legs on either side of his hips. you smiled as you braced yourself, hands resting against his chest as his landed on your hips.

he giggled, “poor beary. he’s stuck dealing with the worst name in history.”

you rolled your eyes, laughing as you smacked him playfully with the pillow, “shut up!”

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