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muneca-lemon-steppa · 7 months

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Interviews for New Beginnings: Part 4

Alfie Solomons x Fem!Reader, 3.1k words

Warnings: talking about home fire, cursing, talking about trauma

A/N: Hi everyone! This chapter is a little different. It's more about developing our characters, understanding what exactly is going on, and setting it up for later events. I'm sorry if this isn't particularly exciting, but I feel like this was necessary for the storyline I'm going down? I don't know, if you guys have thoughts lemme know! As always, I love hanging out with you all on here. It is so much fun, and it's just a reprieve and joy. And if you're finding this for the first time hello!! If you want to catch the first parts just click the tags that say Interviews for New Beginnings, and itll all be there! I promise I'm going to make a masterlist! I just don't know how to hyperlink and it's stressing me out. Anyway I'm sorry I talk so much! Love you guys! - Mo

The tailor shop was not always your family’s tailor shop. When your mother and father first immigrated to Camden, it was the one shop that agreed to hire them. Mr. Kahn was the originator, an older gentleman with large round glasses, the most illustrious beard you’ve ever seen, and the most soothing voice. When he saw the the pitiful young couple that would one day be your parents, he not only opened the doors of his shop, but his arms and his heart and his home.

Your father had been a tailor by trade in his home country, and quickly picked up the new skills and tricks that Mr. Kahn had so generously gifted. Mr. Kahn had no children himself, and his whole family had to stay in his own country as well. Like two lonely ships at sea your parents and Mr. Kahn found each other, and built a a new family. He was there for the birth of you and Eli and your brother, and there for the arrival of your grandparents. And when he passed away, he gave the shop and the home above the shop to your family, his other family. In honor of Mr. Kahn, your father and uncle kept the name Kahn’s and Sons. Though people knew you weren’t the technical Kahn Sons, everyone gave their regards to the beautiful picture of Mr. Kahn that hung in the front. His bright and shining smile and twinkling eyes kept watch over the shop, your family, and anyone who crossed the threshold. Anyone who looked at the painting smiled, remembering his gentle voice and his grand laughter.

That painting is the only thing that survives the flames.

As the sky turns a pale white, all that can be heard above the shocked voice and the rises smoke are the screams and wails of your mother, screaming and asking God why why why? Your aunt and grandmother holding her and weeping as well, praying and begging for an answer. You sister Esther on your hip keeps whispering, “What happened? What happened to our store sissy?”

And you have no answer. You have nothing in your chest but a numb buzzing, and acid in your throat. You feel hot hot tears making canyons in the ash that covers your face. You see Eli, your father, uncle, brother, grandfather, and other neighbors trying to move out any molten machines from the wreckage. When you make eye contact with Eli, he just shakes his head, tears having wiped the majority of the ash away. He looks at you as if yo say, “I don’t even know why we keep looking.”

Esther begins to cry, the smoke bothering her eyes, and you just begin to rock her and walk down the street to take her away from the wreckage. No child should have to see something so horrible as this.

People begin to stop and ask what happened. Who did this? Why Kahn’s? Why your father’s shop? You just walked past them. How would you know? How could anyone know? All you knew is that your sister was crying and coughing too hard. You just needed to get away. You just needed to get away. Just away.

On the other side of Camden, Alfie Solomons walks in to the office, after a long night of praying and bargaining for his secretary to be at her desk when he came in.

Despite his pleas, he is not surprised to see that her desk has been untouched, the stove has not been lit, and the air is too cold to breathe in. He rubs his face roughly, more for punishment than for comfort, and caresses the calendar on the abandoned desk, before tenderly picking it up and taking it to his own desk. Alfie found himself soon flipping through those wrinkled and pressed pages. Noticing the arrows and tiny scribbles on your near penmanship. As he further explores he finds himself chuckling lowly at the small characters of Tommy, Ollie, and even him and Cyril. He notes the repetition of his own name, with a small delicate heart over the i. He nearly completely smudges away the small heart with his tracings when Ollie knocks him back to Camden, “Uhm Alfie…”

“What?”

And that’s when he noticed it… the silence. There were people in the bakery, same amount as usual all doing what the need to do. But he heard… nothing. It was silent. All he could hear were the scuffing thuds of work boots against worn down floor boards, and the moaning creaks of barrels being turned over. Alfie got up from his desk, brushed passed Ollie to look at his men. But they weren’t his men. These were phantoms wearing the clothes of his men. “What the fuck is wrong with them?”

Ollie tenderly stepped behind Alfie, “Alfie… there was a fire last night…”

The blood in his heart immediately froze. His lungs shrank in his chest, and the air was suddenly sucked out of the room. “Where?” Alfie asked, though he already knew.

“Kahn’s… Alfie it’s scorched.”

Alfie couldn’t even finish listening. He had to go. He had to go. Damn the secrecy. Damn what your family knew or didn’t know. Damn what the men would think, seeing him run to see if his w… secretary was hurt. That didn’t matter. The Mad Baker be damned. “Ollie. Get the car. Grab two men from downstairs. We’re going to Kahn’s now. NOW!”

Though the drive to your home from the office was merely 20 minutes, a drive he knew well, it felt as though it took years off his life. The closer the car got, the denser the crowds of people were. The more clearly he could see the dissipating smoke and ash.

When Alfie was a young child, he struggled with fear. Thunder sent him under the covers, loud fights sent him behind his mothers skirts. The dark petrified him, necessitating two candles to defend him from nightmares. This fear followed him through childhood until he was 10, when he was assigned to give a small speech in front of his class. Poor young Alfie Solomons, so terrified of the 20 pairs of eyes that stared at him, that he threw up. He fled in tears away from the gasps and laughter, and back into the arms of his mother. There he wept profusely, embarrassed but mostly angry about how cowardly he thought of himself. His mother, hushing and consoling him, was broken-hearted at her son’s agony. Her only child. Her pride and joy. “Ahhh varóbushik. You know… it is not bad to be afraid… fear is not a sin my love.”

His eyes, ocean like in his tears looked up at his mother, “But I need to be brave. Like papa was.”

She smiled softly, “Mm yes papa was very brave. But you know… bravery isn’t the absence of fear… no it’s… it’s surviving even when you are afraid. It’s doing what you are afraid of even when you are scared. That is brave. You are brave every day my sweet Alfie.”

Alfie curled closer to his mother’s side, rocking and swaying with her as she continued to stroke his unruly hair, “Alfie, I have a trick for when I’m scared. I used it when I was leaving my home country.”

Alfie looked up, hopeful for a spell or a tool to keep him from fear, “What is it mama?”

“I let myself be afraid for 10 seconds. I count backwards from ten, and let my body feel the fear. And with every breath, and every number, and release that fear. By the time I get to 1, I am no longer afraid. I push through it. If you can manage to push through to 1 every time… I think you will find that you can do anything my darling boy.”

Alfie nodded, and resolved to always make it to 1. Even as a Captain in the war, right before the charge, as he saw the enemy approaching, he started the count. He always made it to 1, and always won.

But the counting wasn’t working now. In the car to Kahn’s and Sons Alfie couldn’t make it past 5 before his mind fled to you, wondering why hadn’t seen you in the crowd yet. Why he hadn’t heard your voice above the engine of the car yet. Why he hadn’t heard you call for him yet.

The sick in his stomach almost made its way out of his mouth when he saw what was left of Kahn’s and Sons. The emerald green wood of the front had been destroyed, leaving a festering and open wound. The windows of the above apartment had been blown out, and he could see and smell charred wall paper and clothing. Anything that could be salvaged was already, piled up in a pathetic little hill to the side. The fire department had long left, the police wouldn’t be there for another day, and the neighbors could only hold who Alfie assumed to be your family, as they wept.

“Mr. Solomons?”

Alfie turned swiftly, as if he was afraid to miss your phantom’s last moments on Earth. But you were there, solid. As solid as the ask caked to your face. He willed his arms to stay at his side, so as not to crush you in his arms, or embarrass you. Your eyes begged him to say something, to say anything. To make sense of this. The fire. His presence. Your position. But what was he to say? What role is he to play in this? Esther looked at Alfie curiously her reddened cheeks pursued together, “Are you sissy’s boss?”

A million words could’ve been dictated from the stare you gave him. They can’t know… not now. Not like this. Alfie just smiled softly at Esther, “No little bird, I’m just a neighbor. Your sister’s boss is has an office near mine. But I hear she is a very smart sister. Is that right?”

Esther giggled and nodded, proceeding to babble at Alfie, competing with him in amount of words that could fall out of the human mouth. You couldn’t help but stare at this scene. The smoke and horror seemed to wash away, and all you could see is Alfie and Esther. Esther finally smiling after a night of pain. Alfie chuckling and playing with a small child, speaking with Esther as an equal. Teaching her a clapping game and asking her questions about her favorite dolls. It felt too natural. Too sweet and real and too tangible. It felt as if it was a window to a life you could have and wanted so badly but will never have. It was too much. Your strangled inhale brings Alfie’s eyes to yours, but before he can say anything of comfort your fathers voice booms over, “Mr. Solomons! My daughters are of no concern of yours! What could you possibly take from us at this time? Have you no compassion? No human decency!”

Your father pushed between you and Alfie, a formidable blockade. Alfie mad no move, essentially chest to chest with your father, staring right into his eyes. “Shalom sir. Was checking if the rumors were true. It’s a shame.”

“It is a shame, now please leave. There is nothing more you could take from us. This city is over run with your like, killing and blowing each other up, and what about us hmm?? We take the shrapnel. We either pay your protection fees and starve with a slightly better chance at surviving the blowbacks? Or we save our money to feed our children, and still suffer the consequences of your war? Now Mr. Solomons what more can you take from us?”

It was no longer a question where you got your mouth from. Your father was old, but in his eyes you saw the anger and fire of his youth, of a man out through war. Alfie typically wouldn’t allow this, by anyone. But frankly, what little memories Alfie had of his own father, he saw in yours. And he couldn’t help but feel as though this fire was his fault. Maybe if he hadn’t fought with you yesterday, this fire wouldn’t have happened.

Alfie swallowed down any regret of the night before. The time was not for regret. The time was for solutions. And if Alfie wanted to be a part of the solution, he needed to speak to your father. As businessmen, “Mr. Abraham. I am sorry for your loss. Despite your reservations, you still live in Camden. And as a resident of Camden right? You live under Solomons protection. Now this right here? This is wrong. And I’m going to personally right, see to it that it is resolved.”

Your father began to bristle at this, “The police will do an investigation. We don’t need a gangster mucking about.”

Alfie chuckled, “You know the police won’t do a fucking thing about this. They don’t care about these sort of things they’re in everyone’s purse. Fuck, some of them are in mine.”

“I will not be indebted to another tyrant.”

Your free hand flew to your fathers shoulder, “Papa please… if you won’t allow a mitzvah… please just… just speak business with Mr. Solomons.”

Your father turned to you, “This is none of your concern! Please go to your mother immediately!”

But you stood your ground, “Mr. Solomons is offering you a solution papa! You are impeding a solution and the possibility help and a necessary alliance! And for what?! Pride?! Look at this! We have nothing! The shop is destroyed and we out home is burnt! What other solution could you possibly have?”

Your father just stared at you, mouth open, the emotions of the day washing over him. It was true. There was no other choice. And you were too old for him to be able to shield you from that reality. You clutched a shocked Esther closer to your side, “Papa… just… listen to what Mr. Solomons has to say… He is a business man. He can be reasonable, that’s what people say.”

Your father looked at you, and in that moment he saw you as you fully were. No longer that small child that sat with him until the late hours listening to him read. Not the little girl who cried about hurt birds who didn’t have a papa to take care of them. But a full woman. A whole woman with a firm mind and kind heart and strong temper. In an instant he felt the joy of watching his child, the mourning of losing his little girl, and the wonder of who you became seemingly overnight. He nodded, and turned back to Alfie, who was hiding his smile underneath an unkempt beard. Your father straightened and said, “Well Mr. Solomons. What are your proposed terms for such a partnership?”

Your father proved to be a shrewd businessman, nitpicking with Alfie over every detail in this partnership, which according to the terms would be reviewed every 6 months, with an option of either side to cancel the business relationship at those meetings. But Alfie knew he was never going to be the one to cancel it, as long as it kept him tied to you. You were the assigned scribe to the terms, which you fell easily into like walking. Mr. Solomons would provide housing to you and your family for the time it took to repair your family's home. The home was a block away from his office and home, providing easier access and protection for your family while an investigation was to take place. The investigation, Alfie insisted, would be conducted by his own men, and any policemen in his purse. Alfie insisted to your father that this was more for his own benefit than your father's, as it would solidify his position as the protector and the owner of Camden town. Your father acquiesed to Alfie's demand that the perpetrator would be dealt with in his own way, not involving the actual legal system.

Kahn's and Sons would be repaired and restocked through the use of Solomons men and contacts, which would be completed within in the next two months. Upon the finished construction, two men would be on guard of the shop during the day and night, reduced to one man upon the capture of the man who committed the act. Payment for the housing, rebuilding, and protection would be based on the services of Mr. Abraham and his family. Information obtained during client conversations, as well as tailoring and laundry services necessitated by the entirety of the Solomons Company. Services would be traded according to the going rate of Kahn and Sons prices. And upon the equitable exchange, Solomons laundry and tailoring services would then be discounted at a 45% rate. At the end of the negotiation, both men shook hands, both fighting to keep pleased looks off their faces and keep the air of solemnity and certainty and expectance.

As soon as their hands released, they nodded and gave Shalom, with your father giving directions to his own family, and Alfie barking orders to Ollie and his men. You stayed firmly planted next to Alfie, Esther being taken by your father. You looked at him quizically saying to him, "That is the most generous offer you have ever given in your life."

Alfie gruffed, "You hardly have standing to say that seeing as you only been working with me for 7 months."

"Am I still employed?"

"You better. Or else the entire office is going to shit. Ollie is moping. I can't read your handwriting. And you messed everything up in my office I can't find anything."

You smirked, "I told you, you need new glasses and your office was a pig pen. You should be thanking me profusely."

Alfie just grumbled. He would never admit that the way you spoke to him now made him feel better than he had in the past 12 hours. You allowed your fingers to brush his and the rings stacked on them, "Thank you Alfie.", you let out in a whisper, not looking at him.

He took a quick breath in at the contact, immediately craving more. But he bristled out instead, "For what?"

Your eyes remained planted at the dirt on your shoes, "For coming. For... checking in."

Alfie gently brushed his finger tips against the top of your hands, hanging by your sides, the closest he could get to holding your hands, "I had to. Now get over there, your mother keeps looking over Eli's shoulder. I'll meet you all where you'll be staying."

You nodded, cheeks and hands hot, "Yes Alfie. Shalom."

"Shalom Darling."

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demivampirew · 4 years

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Keep Calm and Go to London chapter 24

Synopsis: This is the story of (y/n), a successful actress, musician, musical producer and songwriter. After battling depression and breaking up a long relationship, she seeks for a change of air, escaping LA for a while going to visit some friends in London and there she meets Henry. -Disclaimer: some chapters are mostly smut.

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Triggers: talking about sex (daddy kink) (NOT SMUT😁🤣) - I think that’s the only trigger- I think.

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Good morning, daddy! - you said entering the kitchen, in a sexy tone.- What an amazing night. - you added as you approached him and kissed him. He became red as a tomato and his eyes were wide open. You looked at him confused and then you heard someone cough and laugh. You turned your head to the side and saw that in the kitchen island was the laptop open in the zoom app and there was Charlie, Henry's younger brother, with whom your boyfriend was chatting before you appear. You blushed as well and laughed. - Oh, hi Charlie! - you greeted - I would say good morning, but it's more than clear that it is, in fact, a good morning for you! - he joked. Oh, the audacity. - Would it help to clarify that I only call him daddy as a joke because his fans call him daddy all the time on Instagram? - Sure.- he laughed even harder. - It's true. I'm not really into the daddy kink... I'm more into him being the naughty boy I have to punish. - you said, grinning and winking at your lover's brother. Henry became red as a lobster. Poor shy boy. - Too much information. I'm sure the rest will love to hear that, specially Simon.- Charlie pointed out. - Charlie, I love you, but if you say a word of this to the others, I'll Superman your ass out of this planet. - Henry warned him. You looked at him confused by the threat and Henry explained that was a joke related to a sketch he made for Jimmy Kimmel Live a few years ago. You chuckled. - Don't worry. I won't say a word. I promise. - Charlie assured him. - Even if he says something you shouldn't worry babe, you were amazing, it's not something you should be embarrassed about, you should be proud of your awsomeness.- you said and winked. - Ok, TMI, baby, TMI. - he said grinning. - Alright. I'll shut up. - you promised. Then, you grabbed the avocado toast your boyfriend made you and some tea and went into the living room to take your breakfast and leave him so space to talk to his brother in peace. You picked up your laptop and checked for mails and to see if your band members had finished recording their parts for the new song you were working on, so you could put it all together. You checked your social network as well, and people were still going crazy about the news of your relationship. You curiously entered your name's hashtag and it was full of news about you and Henry and the paparazzi pictures from the day before and everyone sharing their opinions. You were surprised by how many people like the idea of you two being together. Some fans were angry but less than you expected. Other were rather worry than mad. You saw an account share a piece of video from an interview in which Henry said that his biggest dream in life was to start a family and with that video, she shared other in which you said to Ellen Degeneres that you didn't want to have kids and how angry it made you that when you said that you did not want kids, people would ignore your opinion and just comment "You're young, you'll change your mind". You sighed. You couldn't blame them for being worried. They just wanted him to be happy and starting a family being his biggest dream were words that came from his mouth. You wanted to tell them that they shouldn't worry. You wanted to let everyone know that you'd let him be if you couldn't give him what he wanted so badly, but at the same time, you knew it was better to say nothing. You didn't own anyone any explanation. It was something between you and Henry. It was nobody else's business. You needed to learn to respect yourself better. A little after that, Henry called you from the kitchen and you went there. He wanted to ask you what you wanted for lunch. You indicated that you were ok with anything he wanted to prepare and apologized if he was uncomfortable with the things you said to his brother before and he smirked and kissed you, assuring you he found that amusing and he and Charlie had a good laugh about it. - People are going insane on the internet about us. - you commented - I know, I saw it myself.- he admitted - Your fans are worried because I said in the past that I didn't want kids. - you sighed. - Don't let it bother you. This is something that only should concern the two of us and nobody else. I'm a big man, I know what is best for me.- he told you and then kissed you. - So you are still ok with people knowing about us? - you questioned - Are you kidding? I'm a legend. Superman got the Hollywood Superwoman! - he exclaimed.- Everyone is wondering how the hell I managed to get you to date me.- he said proudly - Haha, very funny! I'm the lucky one, sir! Look at you, Greek God, you're a piece of art. How could anyone be surprised I'd lost my mind over you.- you replied, grabbing his waist and kissing him. He smiled and pressed his forehead against yours. - So you asked me if I was ok, what about you? Is ok with you that people know about us? - he wondered. - Absolutely. I like being the bitch everyone envy because the hottest and sweetest guy in Hollywood and the world is dating her. I love the fact that people know your heart is mine and mine is yours.- you affirmed and he smirked while stroking your face. - So, you think we should make it official? - you asked - Is it official already? - he questioned confused. - Not technically; not until one of us confirmed it.- you pointed out and he put his best "Well, would you look at that" face. -Sure, how you want to do it? - I have an idea on the mind- you replied smirking devilishly. So you went into the living room and put on Taylor Swift's "London Boy" to play aloud and started to record yourself lip-syncing some parts of the song.

(...) But something happened, I heard him laughing I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent They say home is where the heart is But that's not where mine lives

You know I love a London boy I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon He likes my American smile Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates So I guess all the rumours are true You know I love a London boy Boy, I fancy you (ooh)

And now I love high tea, stories from uni, and the West End You can find me in the pub, we are watching rugby with his school friends Show me a grey sky, a rainy cab ride Babe, don't threaten me with a good time They say home is where the heart is But God, I love the English

That last line earned a huge smile on your part.

You know I love a London boy I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch in the afternoon He likes my American smile Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates So I guess all the rumours are true You know I love a London boy Boy, I fancy you.

You posted the video on your Instagram feed and added some highlighted lines from the lyrics. "So I guess all the rumours are true You know I love a London boy Boy, I fancy you."

People went crazy with your post. Your friend Taylor left many hearts on the comments. But the comment that stood out was Henry's: " 😳🤯😍 🥰❤️❤️❤️ 🇬🇧 ". That made you feel incredible. The fact that he did not care about people's opinions and would proudly show affection to you in front of the world made you incredibly happy. For the first time, you experienced what being loved unconditionally felt like.

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ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes · 4 years

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Blue Eyes Part 18

Summary: After the Garrison is shot up, the youngest Shelby daughter finds a new home in London. She strips herself of her last name and tries to live a peaceful life far away from her brothers’ chaos in Birmingham. But fate leads her right back into it after she runs into Alfie Solomons.

Part 18: Ella has strange dreams and struggles with them.

Tommy found his sister at their uncle’s yard, standing by the canal. It was early morning and a thick fog hung over the dark water. Ella was wearing a thick wool coat with fur lining. The heavy fabric covering any hint at her pregnancy.

So she was listening to him. At least for now.

Ella didn’t look over at him when he came to stand beside her. She simply remained still. Waiting for him to speak first. But he only tossed his spent cigarette into the still water.

“Do you remember the first horse you bought me?”

Tommy tucked a hand in his pocket and nodded. “It was a paint. You wanted one because the Lee girls all rode paints. That’s what you told me.”

“Do you remember what I named her?”

“No.” The name of his baby sister’s first horse from years and years ago was not his priority. Tommy had more than enough to worry about.

“Liliac.” She told him. “I’d weave lilacs in her mane. She was beautiful. Then she fell in the pasture and broke her leg.”

Tommy didn’t need to be reminded of the memory. He remembered examining the horse’s leg. Curly called it even though it obviously pained him. Said the horse would only suffer if they kept her alive. So the horse was shot and Tommy had to return to Watery Lane and inform his sister of the news. She was heartbroken. Tommy promised to buy her another paint but that only made her cry harder.

“I keep dreaming about her.” Ella’s voice was faint beside him. “I want to follow her but I can’t. She has two foals with her...both identical.”

“Just a dream,” Tommy said quietly.

She wrapped her arms around herself when a shiver went down her spine. “It just doesn’t feel right.”

“Where’s your husband?” He asked, wondering why Ella was out so early without an escort in sight.

“He’s trying to phone Goliath, about the fight.”

Tommy grunted an acknowledgment.

“You need to tell me now if this fight is more than just a boxing match.” Her tone was colder than the morning air.

“A night of sport will keep everyone’s spirits high.” It was impossible to ignore the insincerity in his voice.

Ella scoffed and turned away from the canal. “One of these days, Thomas, I swear to God.” She made her way through the hay and mud before she made a threat she would regret.

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Alfie was finishing up on the phone when his wife arrived back from her walk to the Yard. “I fucking know your brother is having me calls monitored.” He complained.

Ella hummed and slipped off her coat. “Girls in Digbeth. They fancy him so they’ll listen to all the calls that have anything remotely to do with the company.” She bent down to greet Cyril and Anthea by the door.

Alfie grumbled a few curses under his breath. “Well, Goliath’s ready for a fight. No fucking clue what Tommy thinks he’s up to.”

“No one knows but him.” Ella went to make herself a cup of tea. Anthea and Cyril trailed after her hoping for a biscuit or belly rubs.

Alfie followed as well and lingered in the doorway of the tiny kitchen. He watched as she moved about the space. It was different from how she was in Camden Town. He adored hearing her flit about the warm kitchen, humming to herself, tossing Cyril a piece of whatever she was attempting to make, and cursing like a sailor if she dropped something or burned her finger.

The kitchen on Watery Lane felt colder and she moved stiffly without a lick of joy. She was deep in her thoughts as she filled the kettle and set it on the stove.

Alfie sighed and went to wrap his arms around her waist from behind. He pressed a kiss to the shell of her ear. “Talk to me, love. No use in keeping it all in that beautiful head of yours.”

His sweet-talking didn’t conjure even a hint of a smile. “I want to go back to Margate.” She whispered.

Her husband closed his eyes and buried his face in her recently cut hair. Her dark curls back to their usual chin-length. “I know. I’d rather be fucking anywhere but here.” He concurred. “No offense.”

“None taken.” She muttered and rested her hands on his arms. Her fingertips grazing the cord bracelet on his wrist, reaching out towards the crown inked on his hand. “You know, my brothers were born on a boat.”

“Huh.” Alfie wasn’t sure he’d ever heard of such a thing.

“John, Arthur, and Tommy. Same boat. Ada was the first one of us born here. Six Watery Lane, upstairs in Tommy’s room. I was born downstairs in the betting shop, ‘course it weren’t much back then. Just some extra rooms. Finn was born in the parlor. Polly helped deliver me. She said I didn’t stop screaming for hours. My father called me a banshee and my brothers always held their hands over their ears around me.” She blinked a few times as if to pull herself out of the daze she had been in all morning. “My whole life I’ve wanted to be heard but never felt like anyone was listening.”

“I listen, love.”

“I know, that’s why I fell in love with you.”

Ella chewed on her lip. “I want the children to be born in Margate.” She told her husband.

“Yeah? Any reason?” It sounded like a good idea to Alfie but it was the first time she’d mentioned it to him. Of course they hadn’t had much time to discuss it. Tommy made them keep it hushed and Alfie was helping the Shelbys organize an army.

“Because I want them to see the ocean once they open their eyes. I want them to see there’s much more to life than Birmingham or London.”

Alfie nodded. “Then they’ll be born in Margate.” He was just glad she didn’t suggest the twins were born in Birmingham. His children would be born there over his dead body.

Ella leaned into his touch. “Will you get a bottle of morphine from my brother next time you see him?”

He frowned with distaste. “Why?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Not satisfied with the answer, Alfie put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around. “Why?” He asked more firmly.

She looked at his face but avoided his eyes, focusing instead on the scar running down his cheek. “I’m sick of dreaming.”

“Morphine ain’t gonna help you, El, only make it fucking worse.” He argued.

“Well what do you suggest I do, Alfie?” She retorted. The pregnant woman was exhausted. She’d slept only a few hours before waking up in a cold sweat. The dreams had left her in such a state that she wandered the flat the rest of the night, only returning to bed when she heard Alfie stirring. With little sleep and the tense situation only getting worse, her nerves were frayed enough.

“They’re just dreams. They shouldn’t bother you. You’ll always wake up.” He cradled her face in his calloused hands but she pushed him away.

“Don’t tell me what should or shouldn’t bother me.” She snapped and moved away from him.

“M’only tryna fucking help.” He threw his hands up in disbelief. “Sorry I can’t stop you from dreaming, you know that if I could I fucking would!”

“Fuck off, Alfie. I’ll do it myself.” Ella left the kitchen.

His jaw tightened. “I ain’t gonna have you using your brother’s fucking dope while you’re pregnant!” He shouted after her. His anger was more directed at her brothers', getting her accustomed to the use of drugs from an early age. Of course, she saw no issue with it.

“Oh, so you control me now?” Ella laughed sarcastically and tugged her coat off the rack. “First you make me come to Birmingham and now you’re telling me what I can’t put in my body.”

“That shit’ll do nothing but hurt you.” Alfie stormed down the hallway. It was inevitable. Small Heath was too small, too cramped. It felt like every side of the city was pushing down on him, putting so much pressure on him that he was bound to snap. The news of the pregnancy delayed the explosion for some time, but an argument only sparked it.

“I can’t fucking sleep!” Ella yelled back at him. “You think it’s better that I can’t sleep?!”

“Why didn’t you fucking tell me you couldn’t fucking sleep?” Alfie demanded and yanked the coat from her hands so she wouldn’t leave. If he had to stand between her and Tommy’s drugs he damn sure would. “You keep these things from me, Ella, then expect me to read your mind so I can fix everything!”

Tears were flooding her blue eyes as anger coursed through every inch of her body. “Because you wouldn’t understand. You’re just as miserable here as I am!”

“Just calm down and go sit.” He pointed towards the parlor where Cyril and Anthea were hiding out.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Her voice almost rattled the old flat.

The two squared off in the foyer for a moment, neither backing down. Ella clenched her hands into fists but decided she was too tired for a screaming match. “I’m going to my aunt’s.” She didn’t even attempt to get her coat back from him.

Alfie froze as she opened the door. “If I fucking find out that you’ve gone to your brother…”

“What? You’ll leave me?” Ella narrowed her eyes at him.

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” Alfie groaned and rubbed a hand over his eyes. “Fine, fine! You want to go get high so you can’t fucking dream. Go right the fuck ahead. But I ain’t gonna help you when you’re coming down and realize that the world’s still the same fucking hell hole.” He turned on his heel and stomped upstairs.

Ella made a noise of frustration and slammed the door behind her. Once the house settled, the kettle in the kitchen began to whistle.

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I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 148

Chapter Summary - Tom realises something is slightly off with Danielle but it seems even she is not focusing on it.

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Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

Triggers - references to Tom Hiddleston’s work with the #MeToo Movement. That chapter will be tagged accordingly.

authors Note - I have been working on this for the last 3 years, it is currently 180+ chapters long. This will be updated daily, so long as I can get time to do so, obviously.

So the spoons story Tom revealed before on a chat show.

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Tom knew within a few minutes of Danielle's company on his return that his suspicions were correct. Something was bothering her and she did not seem set to share it. It was peculiar, it was as though whatever it was, she was actively seeking to avoid and work around it herself. He watched as she tried to force herself to speak to him as she usually did but there was also a peculiar sense to her too. He tried to make her feel like she could speak to him but she continued to say nothing. She smiled and spoke as close to normal as she could muster, but there was a strain in it for her.

She told him of everything she had to do for the documentation, she showed him who was involved, several of the names were world-leading experts apparently. She mentioned that if she had thought Waters and Safeguard were something to note, this was several times more impressive. When he asked her if there was a possibility of her getting her name in with bigger companies, perhaps set the groundwork for when she would be done with her contract with Safeguard, she nodded and said that if it went well, she could get a job with anyone she wanted and name her price.

Then she explained her triathlon training. To say it was going to be intense was an understatement. Tom stared open-mouthed at the sheer amount of hours a week she was now going to dedicate to training after months of her barely even getting a jog some weeks. She told him of the races she would be doing as a build-up to the main event and that she had already booked her room for the weekend in the small and apparently, going by the pictures she showed him on her phone, beautiful Welsh seaside town. She informed him it was a double room and booked for two and that she hoped he could make it but she understood if he would have work commitments. Whatever it was that was bothering her, he was relieved to see that it did not concern her in a way that meant she foresaw a situation of them not being together in September.

What he noticed more than anything was that Danielle refused to sit still and simply relax. Even when he was not around her and walked into a room she was in, she had the radio on. That was noteworthy in itself, usually, she just chose some album or shuffle to listen to but by actively seeking the radio, she was avoiding her own music. He noted that the radio channels of choice were Irish, or what he assumed to be Irish at least as it was in a language he did not know and the music all seemed to be traditional Irish music, which he knew from his lock-in in Camden where he was forced to learn the spoons to be allowed stay drinking with his friends, or more often, Irish bands and singers. He listened and attempted to at least figure out the gist what was being said, but it was impossible, Irish was not even derived from Latin like a large number of European languages, so nothing made an ounce of sense.

He walked into the kitchen three days after his return with Luke to discuss more work to see Danielle's phone on the worktop and hearing the peculiar language before spotting Danielle filling the bird feeders in the garden.

'What is that?’ Luke asked pointing to Danielle's phone.

'Did you know that when Danielle was small, she never spoke English in her home, that she only started learning it when she was five-years-old in school?’ Tom stated.

'But Ireland speaks English? That's its language.’

'Yes and no. The first language of most Irish people is English but in small pockets of Ireland, such as Connemara, Elle's area, Irish is the first and often the only language spoken.’ Tom beamed.

'So she knows what's being said?’ Luke pointed to the phone and Tom nodded. 'Do you know any of it?’

'Not really, I figured out a word that more than likely means hospital and I know that the HSE was the Irish equivalent of the NHS, so them being so close together was something I was able to work out. Some of the reports are in English, though some of the politicians seem to know a lot of Irish too so I don't always know what's going on. Apparently, they have a huge referendum this month.’ Tom rambled.

Luke just looked at him blankly with no idea as to how to respond to such a statement. Before he could retort in any manner, the dogs and Danielle came back inside. 'Hey.’ She smiled as she walked over and turned off the radio app on her phone. 'How are you gentlemen today? Tea?’

‘I have it there.’ Tom smiled back at her. 'How was the run?’

'Fine, our friend was out to annoy us again.’ She informed him, referencing the photographer that seemed to all but live in Belsize to irritate the celebrities who called the area home. ‘Bobby needs a walk later, I brought Mac with me for the run, could you do it?’

'Sure.’ Tom was slightly startled by her request. It often happened that if one of them was going for a run, they would take Mac with them and the other would walk Bobby later as the pup was not old enough yet to jog with them, but the way she asked him confused him slightly. 'Are you busy, we could do it together?’

'I am going to the office in a minute, I want to sort something.’ She explained. 'I want to get some files, I plan on a solid four hours tomorrow after the pool.’

'Should you be going this intensely already?’

'Tom, I am late getting started and I have not even gotten my bike yet. I will have to see about fitting in some bike time then too and then all three together. I guess that's a good thing about the summer on the coast, I can put all three together there.’

‘What’s this then?’ Luke asked curiously, noting Tom's downtrodden demeanour and Danielle's seemingly mad training schedule.

'I am doing an Ironman in September, so I have to start my training now to be ready.’ She explained.

'Ironman?’

'A swim, then bike, then running competition.’ Danielle explained.

'Sounds exhausting. Rather you than me.’ He retorted. 'Tom told me about your other work also, congratulations, you will be incredibly busy.’

'Yes, it'll be balls to the wall for a while but it's a good way to be. I like being busy when possible.’

'Just as long as you look after yourself, I read injuries are commonplace in training from overdoing it.’ Tom warned.

'I know, Love. Plenty of rest is a big part, thankfully it exhausts you so as soon as I hit the pillows at night, I will more than likely conk.’ She smiled and grabbed her phone. 'I better head to the office, I'll leave the car here and talk to you later, okay?’ She leant up and kissed Tom's cheek. 'There is dinner in the fridge, easy to heat up and sort.’

'Won't you be home for it?’ He asked. 'I can hold off?’

'Don't worry yourself. I'll heat mine when I get back.’ She turned to Luke. 'Thanks for everything at the premiere, I forgot to say. It helped.’

'Of course, that's what I'm here for.’

'I am fairly sure your mother didn't bring you into the world to be Tom's babysitter and to console his girlfriend at an event but okay.’ She joked. 'But, in all seriousness, thank you. I hope I didn't cause you any trouble.’

'No, you didn't. Nothing of the sort, as usual with reference to you, you were nothing short of a dream to deal with. Bar the angry few that still have not realised Tom is a living breathing human being with his own life, once again, you have unanimous praise.’

‘Good, I will endeavour to keep it that way.’ She walked over to Tom. 'Almost forgot.’ She leant up and gave him a kiss. 'Don't go mad in my absence.’

‘Don’t worry, I'll clean it if we do.’

'Oh, I know you will, that's not the reason for my statement.’ Danielle laughed.

'Then what is?’ He questioned curiously.

'I just don't want to miss the fun.’ She smiled as she left the room.

Luke chuckled at her statement before looking at Tom. 'Is everything okay?’

'I don't know. I think something is going on with Danielle.’

'She seems her usual witty self to me but I don't live with her, so I can't say for sure. When did you seem to notice?’

'The premiere.’

'In what way?’

'She's stacking her schedule with work again, making sure she has so much to do all the time and she seems just...off. I can't explain it. She seems like something is bothering her and she is trying to ignore it.’

‘Does she often listen to Irish radio?’

'Apparently, she's been doing it all along and I never knew.’

'Parents birthdays or death anniversaries?’

‘Her mum's was back in January, her father's is next month and birthdays are a little off yet.’ He scanned his mind for the dates he knew meant something more to Danielle.

'I don't know what to say, maybe she is homesick or perhaps she is town weary. A few days in Suffolk will do her good, as will the summer by the sea.’

‘Am I thinking too much into it?’ Tom asked.

'Honestly, I can't stay, but I will say that the best thing to do is air your worries. You two work well together, don't hold that in but also respect that Danielle is not some dependent woman, she is very much her own, driven person. Career advancement and personal goals for her have to be done at a time that suits her, not anyone else. The career thing, she cannot help, that is being steamrolled from elsewhere and regarding her sports thing, it is in the statement you released last year, in papers, online, that she is accomplished at it so this is not completely out of place and at thirty-one, she has to think of her age, her health and the very real possibility that if you two continue as you do, there is going to be a time soon that she will have to forego such goals if you decide to get married and have children. If this is something wants and it will all be done and dusted come September, personally I see it as unreasonable to be irked by it. You both have things you like.’

'She is training several times a week. She went from barely time for a jog to several times a week.’ Tom argued. 'Ten hours rising to fifteen closer the time, it's madness.’

'I agree it's probably a form of madness, as well as a level of dedication that most would never have but in all fairness, she is ambitious in her personal goals, that is something that you have said many times appeals to you about her.’ Tom said nothing back. 'You're concerned that there is no place for you in this, aren't you?’

'She seems to be making little time for us.’

'Have you asked to join her for some of this training, you run, she'll be running, that's something. You could get a bike or swim also.’

'You have no idea what an Ironman is, do you?’

'No why?’

'Google it, Google Ironman distances.’ Luke did as Tom suggested and his eyes widened as his mind computed the words in front of him. 'Bar asking if she has received a sharp blow to the head recently to willingly choose to do this, I don't know what to say.’

Tom did not know how to respond either.

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Summary- Jensen misunderstands a situation, but recognizes another, and tries to keep YN safe.

Warnings: verbal and physical abuse, cussing

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“Hey!” Jensen yelled “You!” He stomped toward a young lady with a camera.

“Yes, sir?” She brought the camera away from her face.

“Stop taking pictures of me and my kids!” He pointed to his children running behind him across the field. “I get that I’m on TV, but you don’t get to just freely get pictures like that.”

“Sir-“

“Give me your camera!”

“Oh, shit,” she gasped. “No, sir. I wasn’t! Here, look!” The young girl passed him her camera. “My name is YN Camden! I’m in a photo class, and I was taking pictures of the bees! See?” YN pointed to a flower in the same line of sight as the Ackles children. “I wouldn’t take photos of somebody without permission. I promise.” She scrambled to get her words out.

“Fine,” He gruffly pushed the camera back into her chest. As he walked away, she called for his attention.

“Hey, Ackles!” He turned to face her. His cheeks turned red at her use of his name. “Thanks for ruining my perception of you. And to think I would enjoy my time at the convention this week. I’ll be canceling if you treat everyone like that when there is a minor misunderstanding!”

YN walked away.

“Wait!” Jensen chased after her. “I’m sorry. Please come. I’ll make it the best fan experience and have you upgraded to VIP.”

“I don’t need your upgrades. I’ll go, but you should change your freaking attitude,” she spoke through her gritted teeth.

“I’m sorry. I’ll see you there.”

“No. I’ll be keeping to myself, thanks.”

YN walked away.

Danneel and the Ackles children walked to Jensen.

“What happened?” Danneel asked.

“I thought she was taking pictures of the kids, so I went off. Turns out she was taking photos of bees. The poor girl got chewed out because I was making assumptions. “AND she told me she is attending the convention next week. I just made myself look like an idiot in front of a fan,” he huffed. “She said she planned on canceling her ticket. I think I convinced her not to, though.”

“You’re not perfect, Jay. We’ve talked about this. Maybe you shouldn’t have gone off, but you won’t act perfectly all the time.”

“She is a fan, though.”

“I get it. Maybe allow her a photo or something at the convention,” Danneel suggested.

“Daddy! Let’s play!” JJ ran into his arms.

————

YN’s phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Yes, hi. My name is Kathy from Creation Entertainment, and I am delighted to tell you that your ticket has been upgraded to VIP at no charge to you!” The lady smiled through the phone with a high pitched voice.

“No thanks. Tell Jensen to suck it,” YN pushed the red button to end the call. “Ugh!”

————-

“What?” YN groaned on one end of the phone line.

“Uh…. it’s Jensen Ack-“

“Ya know, I don’t know why you keep being an ass. I canceled my ticket, and I will not be watching the show anymore. How dare you-“

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry.”

“How dare you continue blaming me for doing something I proved I wasn’t doing. Then you freaking walked off. Good day, you ass.”

“I’m assuming you live in the Austin area?”

Perplexed, she answered, “Yeah. You following me?”

“No. Danneel and I want to have you over for dinner.”

“Umm- What?” YN stuttered.

“Are you free any night this week?”

“Uh-,” she took a breath. “Wednesday I won’t have too much homework. You realize you’re letting some fan into your house, right? That’s weird.”

“Well, I think I owe you. And considering your privacy policy that you stick to, I’m not worried,” Jensen smiled into the phone.

“Fine. Give me your address.” She huffed, somewhat resistant.

———-

“Code please, ma’am?” The security guard raised a brow at the girl in her chipped-painted vehicle as her tires crept toward the gate. Her brakes squealed.

“Umm,” YN looked at her crumpled piece of paper. “JD310.” The security guard looked at his clipboard.

“ID, please.” He extended his hand. When she offered it to him, he thanked her and verified her clearance code.

“Thank you, sir.” YN smiled weakly, took her ID, and she slowly rolled through the intimidatingly huge gate’s threshold. “DAMN, ACKLES.” YN’s eyes almost popped out of her head noticing the large homes. As she pulled up to the curb of Jensen’s house, she gasped. “It’s so pretty.” YN slowly got out of her car and double-checked the address. “Here goes nothing.”

Before she could get to the door, Jensen opened it with a smile.

“Hey, YN! You want some dinner?” He opened his arms to her. She gave him a hesitant hug.

“Sure. Thank you, Mr. Ackles.”

“Aw, come on. Call me Jensen.” He backed away from the hug as Danneel walked up behind him.

“Hi! I’m Danneel!” The woman extended her hand.

“Hi, Danneel!” YN squealed. The adults laughed. “Sorry. I just really liked you on One Tree Hill.”

“I appreciate the support. We had fun on that set for sure. Come in, get comfy.”

“Thanks.”

———

The Ackles’ children loved YN, and they had many laughs throughout the evening, but her phone kept ringing. Finally she put it on silent.

“You may be more popular than me, YN,” Jensen smiled.

“No, just Stev- nevermind. He shouldn’t be bothering me the rest of the evening. Anyway,” she changed the subject. “I love your screened in porch.”

“Thanks. We get to use it a lot,” Danneel answered.

“It’s pretty. I want one of those someday.”

“Can you please come to the convention?” Jensen asked after much conversation. “I’m not a bad guy,” he looked away.

“Fine,” YN sighed. “I’m sorry for being a jerk.”

“I was the jerk. I'll make sure you have a great time and that you are reimbursed,” the actor smiled.

“Thanks.”

“I’m tired. Shit, it’s so late,” YN looked at her phone.

“There’s a guest wing if you would like to stay the night. Please don’t feel like you need to run off,” Danneel offered.

“That would be great,” YN admitted. “Are you sure?”

“Yep. You have school tomorrow?”

“Not til twelve.”

“Then stay. I’ll get some pjs for you,” Danneel stood and entered the house from the screened-in porch.

“Thanks,” YN expressed a small, tired smile.

———-

“No!” YN screamed in her sleep.

“What was that?” Danneel rolled over

“I don’t know. It’s three in the morning,” Jensen groaned.

They heard it again. The couple stood and ran toward the noise.

“Ah!” YN tossed under the bed covers. Danneel slowly opened the guest room door.

“Hey, sweetheart. Wake up,” the woman whispered.

“Huh?” YN froze.

“You were having a nightmare, you’re okay.”

“Oh. Sorry,” YN’s face turned red.

“You’re fine,” Jensen assured her. He saw her phone screen light come on.

“Ugh,” YN moaned. “What, babe?”

The voice on the other end started screaming at her.

“Where are you? Where have you been? I’ve called and texted you a gazillion times!”

“I’m sorry. I had dinner with someone and they let me stay the night so that I wouldn’t be driving back to the dorm late, You knew I was going to be gone. I told you.”

“Is it a guy? Are you cheating on me?” The male voice growled.

The Ackles’ eyes went wide.

“It’s three a.m., I’ll explain-“

“You’ll explain now!”

YN started to cry, but she held back the tears.

“Give me the damn phone,” Jensen demanded.

“Uh…” YN stopped.

He took it from her and put it on speaker.

“Yeah, hi. This is Jensen and Danneel Ackles. She is with us for the evening. Let her sleep you, ass!” He hung up. “You deal with that all the time?”

YN froze at what he had just done.

“I need to go,” the girl started to stand, but Danneel stopped her.

“No. Sleep. We’ll leave you alone. Good night, dear.” She shoved Jensen out of the room after taking the phone from Jensen and putting it back on YN’s nightstand.

“You can’t be serious! What were you doing? You don’t even know her!”

“She is being verbally abused!” Jensen whisper-shouted.

“We don’t know that! You may have just ruined our relationship with her!” Danneel stomped back to their room.

—————-

The next morning, YN slowly made her way down the stairs.

“Hi. YN. You want some food before the little monsters get up?”

“Sure, thanks.”

“Hey, YN. Good morning,” Jensen ran his hand through his bed head as he entered the kitchen. The young woman nodded.

“Just so you know, he isn't a bad guy. It’s my fault for not-“

“It’s your business, and I overstepped greatly. I’m so sorry,” Jensen cut her off.

“Thank you,” she sighed a breath of relief. “He isn’t a bad guy, I promise,” YN accepted a plate of food from Danneel and took a seat at their large table.

“So you have class later?” Jensen asked.

“No, I got an email from the professor. She’s sick, and she couldn’t get a sub.” YN slightly smiled. As she finished speaking, YN heard her phone vibrate against the table. “Umm. I need to take this.” Jensen saw a boy’s face on her phone screen.

“Go ahead,” Danneel smiled.

The nineteen year-old stood and walked into the living room. The couple heard her greet the caller.

“Hi, Steven,” YN said tiredly. “No, I’m still here because they didn’t want me…” Her conversation faded as she walked further away,

“SEE?!” Jensen whispered.

“Stop! Be nice, and don’t push,” Danneel responded with gritted teeth.

“I’m sorry, I have to go,” YN ran back into the room. “I’ll change and put these PJs in the hamper. Thank you for the lovely evening. That bed is super comfy,” YN beamed.

“Don’t worry about the pajamas. Have a wonderful day, dear.” Danneel hugged the girl and stepped out of her way so that she could retrieve her things.

“Thanks for everything, I’ll see you at the convention. Nice meeting you, Danneel.” YN headed toward the door but stopped when the older female called for her.

“Here’s my number. Text me later. Enjoy your classless day,” Danneel smiled and handed her a paper.

“Thanks!” YN accepted and ran out of the house.

“See? Something is going on,” Jensen affirmed his earlier statement.

“Leave it alone. At least for now,” his wife offered him an omelette as she heard one of their toddlers cry over a baby monitor. “Eat. I’ll go take care of the kids,” she turned and walked up the stairs toward the twins’ bedrooms.

“Dammit.”

______

“Hey, YN!” Jensen greeted her as she entered the photo room.

“Hi, Jensen. Nice to see you again.”

“Again? You know her?” Jared asked his co-star.

“Yep. I was rude to her when we took the kids to the park. Turns out she’s a fan. Well, maybe not now,” Jensen looked to the ground.

“You’re not so bad,” YN giggled. “Hi, Jared. Nice to meet you,” she shook his hand.

“Woah! Strong grip you got there,” the tall actor responded, surprised.

“The only good thing my dad taught me,” YN said under her breath.

“Huh?” Jensen asked.

“Nothing. Okay, for our pose can you hold this? I want to be in the middle.” She handed Jared a sign that said ‘Pi’ and she gave Jensen a sign that said ‘Pie’. She pulled out a ‘<’ sign, the larger side of the symbol facing Jared’s.

“Wait! You like math more than pie?!”

“I like pi, just not your kind of pie!” YN giggled.

“Yes!” Jared gave the girl a high five.

“Not two of you,” Jensen playfully rolled his eyes.

“It’s funny!” Jared laughed.

“Whatever,” Jensen sighed, faking annoyance. “Okay, let’s do this.”

After they took the picture, Jensen hugged her, and Jared offered his arm for a side hug.

“I’ll text Danneel later. Thanks, boys,” YN smiled and ran into the door, not paying attention.

“Ouch, you okay?” Jared pulled her to her feet.

“Yeah, sometimes I have trouble with depth perception. Sorry. See you boys later.” YN made sure she walked through the doorway as the next fan walked in.

“What…” Jared started.

“Not now,” Jensen growled. “Hello, sweetheart,” he greeted the next photo op participant.

_______

“Steven, I am at the convention.”

“I told you not to go!” He screamed over the phone. As she walked back to her seat, she heard her name being called.

“Danneel?” She saw the female peeking around a curtain backstage.

“Come here,” Danneel whispered so that others couldn’t hear.

“Don’t talk to her,” the boyfriend commanded.

“Stop, Steven. I need to go.” YN hung up. “Hey!” She snuck behind the curtain to see her friend.

“You okay?” Danneel asked, seeing the frustration on YN’s face.

“Stupid stuff, I’m fine. I didn’t know you were here! I told Jensen I would text you later.”

“YN!” JJ shrieked and ran into her arms.

“Hey, sweetie!” YN picked her up and pulled the young girl into her chest. “How are you?”

“Good! I get to watch Daddy work! See?” JJ pointed to Jensen walking toward the split in the two black curtains.

“I think that is way cool.”

JJ looked over YN’s shoulder to wave at her dad. He waved back as he took the stage.

“Okay, YN has to go back to her seat so she can watch. Say bye, JJ.” Danneel scooped up the twins and put them in the chairs next to her. “I have your crayons, you can color Daddy a picture.”

“Okay, bye, YN. Love you!” JJ kissed her on the cheek and scrambled to the floor to run to her mom.

“Bye!”

She went to her seat and was so grateful to Jensen for the front row tickets.

As the crowd cheered, Jensen winked at her and took his seat next to Jared.

“How y’all doing?” Jared asked the crowd. “So good to have a convention at home!”

————-

Danneel text to YN

Want to come back with us? Have some dinner?

I rode the bus here, car broke down. If somebody could give me a ride back to my dorm, sure. Or I could get an Uber.

Danneel

Perfect. When the panel is over, slip behind the curtain again.

Got it. Thanks!

______

“Miss, come with me, please.” Cliff guided YN backstage at the end of the panel.

Danneel smiled when she saw the girl walking toward her with the bodyguard behind YN.

“You ready? Oh- Hey, Jay.” Danneel looked to her husband. “Let’s go. YN is coming home with us for the afternoon.”

As soon as she said that, her husband gritted his teeth.

“Dee, I thought we said it was date night tonight,” he whispered under his breath.

“I got adult time covered. Come on,” she turned to head out.

———-

At the Ackles’ she waited while the mom and dad put the kids to bed.

“Hey, YN,” Jensen said with a yawn.

“Hey. Today was super fun.” She grinned, appreciative of the convention experience.

“It’s always a good time.” Jensen tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. “You got something on your cheek.”

Oh, crap! He can see it!

“Must be from when I tripped. Thought it didn’t bruise. Dang it,” she said, knowing it had been there the whole time.

Danneel entered the kitchen.

“Okay, our children are in bed. Finally,” she smiled but noticed tension between her husband and YN. “So did you have fun today? I heard your picture was creative!”

“It was so funny. Jensen didn’t find it entertaining though,” YN giggled.

“The pie you eat is so much better than math!” He faked anger.

“Oh, stop,” Danneel slapped his arm playfully as she sat down next to Jensen. “I’m so glad you had a good day!”

“What is that on your cheek?” Jensen tried to push again.

“Nothing,” YN said quickly. “I should get back to my dorm. Thanks for a great weekend.” YN tried to stand up.

“Please, just- it scares me that a guy screams at you, you follow every command, and he keeps track of you like a maniac. We just want to make sure you’re safe, that’s all.”

“He’s not a maniac. And I’m fine.” She tensed.

“I saw those bruises on your arm earlier when you rolled up your sleeves,” Danneel sadly looked at YN. “JJ even noticed.”

“I’m okay.”

“You won’t be if he keeps escalating. If he doesn’t show you basic traits like kindness and thoughtfulness, he isn’t a good boyfriend. For you or anyone,” Danneel tried to take her hand. YN’s phone interrupted their conversation. Jensen grabbed it and saw Steven’s name displayed on the screen. He silenced the call.

“Please,” Jensen begged.

The three adults heard a crash. As they stood up, Jensen saw their entry door in pieces on the floor.

“You two, get the babies. Now!” Jensen grabbed a bat in the corner. A smaller man in a hoodie and jeans stood up. The husband and father swung and knocked the intruder down. Jensen day on top of him until the police arrived. They told Jensen to get off of him and cuffed the perpetrator.

“STEVEN!” YN screamed.

As soon as YN identified the young man, Jensen charged at him. The investigators pulled the actor off of Steven.

“Mr. Ackles, cool it!”

Jensen stepped back and yelled at the intruder.

“How dare you treat a young lady like that! Get him outta my house!” He turned to see YN in shock. Once Steven had been removed, Jensen took in the surroundings. YN ran toward the door in an effort to escape the shock of the situation. “No!” Jensen bodyblocked her. “There is glass!” He saw her bare feet. Jensen absorbed her running body into his. “It’s okay. It’s okay, I promise.”

_______

“Smile!” YN grinned as she took the Ackles’ family photos. “Okay, Padaleckis’! You’re up! She checked her camera as the sunset changed. “Tom, move over here. Jared, pick up Odette so that I can get the background.” The family did as asked. “Perfect! Alright, everyone together! JJ, stand by Shep, and Jay and Dee, hold the twins. Padackles on three. One, two, three!”

After the photo session was over, The adults walked over to YN while the kids played on the grass.

We’re a little late on the graduation present, but we all chipped in on this,” Jared handed her a bag with tissue paper in it. YN took it and slowly went through it.

“This camera is top of the line! It’s so expensive!” Her shocked face expressed her love for them and their gift.

“Well, we think we can afford it,” Gen giggled.

“I didn’t mean it-” YN backtracked.

“We just want you to enjoy it,” Danneel took the gift bag as YN looked at the features of the device.

“Thank you!” The twenty-two year-old gave each adult a hug. “All of your family photos are free from now on,” she leaned her head back with a laugh.

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timestamp : 02:46, june 29th, 1950 location : abraxas malfoy’s apartment, camden

tagging : @burialnetwork (task 002)

additional information: these are the thoughts that keep going around in abraxas’s mind as he lost the position of second in command in the knights of walpurgis.

and i raised myself out of the ashes / there were times when i thought that my heart would stop / running for a bleak horizon / locked in my obsessions

there’s a heavy glass ashtray on the coffee table, almost full with butts of half extinguished cigarettes, surrounded by ash. abraxas made a point of always emptying and cleaning his ashtrays before he left his house so this was the product of the last couple of hours. the room was dark and he wouldn’t be able to see past his nose if it weren’t for the vibrant street lights and the small light bulb in his cooker hood that he always forgot to turn off. he held his fourth half full glass of whiskey in his right hand while his left put out another cigarette. he blew the smoke and in its faint shadow as the little light shone through it he could almost lose himself.

almost two weeks ago, the knights had been reformed and abraxas knew that it was time he took action. he had spent the better part of the past decade working in order to insure that he would not only take more responsibility, but more power. the fact that lazarus was chosen to lead in tom riddle’s absence instead of him should have been a red flag, but he chose to ignore it. he spent the days of lazarus reign -if he could call it that- watching his every move, waiting for him to make even the smallest mistake, which abraxas wouldn’t waste any time time using it to his own advantage and rise on the ranks of their organisation. besides, the fight had always been between the two of them and with lazarus out of the picture, abraxas was the obvious -if not the only- choice for the job.

the knights of walpurgis were like a second home to abraxas. tom brought them all together in a time when he needed a cause, something to give him purpose and most of all, opportunity to prove himself and rise. he never intended to take tom’s place, which was a thought that crossed his mind during his first month in the organisation. but that would mean that he was ready to step on the very man who helped him, whether he was aware of it or not. abraxas was many things, ungrateful being the headline of his personality, but after losing everything, he learned the hard way that he should count his blessings in whatever shape or form they came in. and the knights, in more than one way, were a blessing. if he were to dethrone tom, he’d be turning his head from the man he wanted, he needed to be, letting everything he’d worked to become just go down the drain. he had put in too much work to let it go to waste like that. and if anything, abraxas was loyal. that was his ticket to the knights, aside from his untainted blood status and he intended to do right by tom, turn a blind eye to a few things if that meant he still served the same purpose.

when lazarus was announced as second in command not too many hours ago, he shouldn’t have been surprised: he had seen it coming, no matter how hard he tried to ignore it and spend his time daydreaming about the day his worth would eventually be recognised and the things he would do with the power that came with the position. good things, of course, to honour the cause of the knights of walpurgis. but still, he wasn’t enough and that was a slap to the face that stung more than he could bother to let on and in a way that he knew all too well. it was the same sting that he felt when his father locked him out of his own house. when he had nowhere to go, nothing to his name but a pack of smokes, the clothes on his back and his wand. he rose himself out of the ashes and he expected to do the same this time around.

still, as he laid back in his couch, replaying everything that happened in the past couple of weeks and especially the events that took place a few hours ago, he didn’t allow himself to feel sorry anymore. this was yet another chance to be better, to do better, to prove himself. a tired smile worked its way on his lips. maybe there was a part of him that knew that this would be in vain, maybe there was a part of him that knew that it mattered that he felt like he had something to prove as much as it was futile. but none of that mattered as his eyelids suddenly started to close and his body felt heavy. the last thought that crossed his mind as the little light that illuminated the room faded away, was himself, alone, yet serene as if everything had worked out in the end

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 5 years

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Pairings: None but Familial/Platonic DLAMPTR, just cute animals.

Word Count: 679 Words

Summary: Logan finds a new ‘kitten’ and takes it home to Thomas.

Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit, Abandonment Mentions, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, let me know if I should add anything else.

Note: Anything like ‘this’ is an animal talking. Anything like ‘this’ is just thoughts. Thomas minored in exotic animals in college so he knows how to take care of his pets.

This Is My New Long, Short Kitten

Logan heard chittering almost like that of a cat. It sounded off, but what about the world wasn’t odd, honestly? He had adopted a bat and a snake as his children and he lived with them, a human, a dog, and a cockatoo. Life was weird, so he followed the sound.

More specifically, he followed to sound until he reached a squirming crying long kitten.

‘At least this time the kitten is furry.’ He rubbed his nose against the tiny thing. It was little, about the size of both his hands together. He would fit into the palm of his human companion’s hand. Said kitten gave a chitter and cry as his belly rumbled.

‘Come here, little one.’ He picked up the kitten between his teeth by the scruff and carried him home. This kitten was tiny, much too small to teach to fend for himself let alone feed or take care of. This was the human’s turn to take care of a kitten.

He set the kitten down to meow for the door to open and then picked him up again. The kitten trilled incoherently, babbling, he recognized, like a baby younger than a month. Thomas opened the door and Ethan came slithering over to see Logan.

‘Mama, I got to play with Roman!’ Ethan excitedly pressed his face into his fur.

‘I bothered Roman.’ Virgil landed on his back.

“You certainly are quite the Mom of the group, Logan.” THomas commented, carefully taking the long kitten.

“You picked up a ferret?” Ah, so the human word for long kitten was ‘ferret’. Just like his slithery kitten was called a snake and his flying kitten was called a bat. “Hey little guy.” Thomas greeted the ‘ferret’.

The long kitten was blindly searching the cupped hands, moving around and trying to find Logan for food.

“You know what happens, Lo. I’m gonna take him to the vet so Camden and Valerie are gonna come take care of you guys.“ Thomas reminded him.

He, of course, understood. Ethan’s sickness had prompted a vet visit last time and Thomas didn’t want a repeat. He’d made it very clear that a vet visit was now in order if Logan brought more ‘kittens’ home.

So, Camden and Valerie came over and Thomas left with the ‘ferret’. Nothing was wrong, thankfully, so Thomas didn’t have to stay overnight and came back only a few hours later.

“Hey, LoLo. I’ve got your new baby. And I know how to feed him.” Thomas wrapped a hot water bottle in a thick, soft towel and set it beside Logan on the cat tree where he rested. Then the human set the ferret onto the warmth of it.

“I had to name him at the office so they could give him a tag. His name is Remus.” Remus. Logan put his head down to nuzzle the child, apparently a boy like he’s guessed. Remus chittered and burrowed into the warmth of the hot water bottle more.

“Isn’t he cute? He’s only two inches, he’s a newborn.” Logan licked over Remus’ head. The kit squeaked at being groomed and hid against the Maine coon’s fur. “Uh-uh. Come here you. I still need to feed you.“ Thomas told the ferret as he took him and placed him back on the padded hot water bottle.

Remus chirped and squirmed around. Logan inwardly smiled at Thomas struggling to keep his new child from escaping his grasp. Plus the baby couldn’t even open his eyes yet. It was quite amusing to watch, really.

Finally, Thomas had the formula made and the ferret in one place long enough to wrap him up in a blanket and hold him to feed him. And Remus loved food, practically refused to let go of the feeding syringe actually. So Thomas helped the baby go to the bathroom and then Remus finally decided he was tired enough to go to sleep.

The baby curled up to him on the edge of his warm water bottle. He looked cute. He was definitely going to keep this odd little kitten.

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Hiram - c.06 - Alfie Solomons

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You were in Alfie’s room when you woke up. You recognized the smell of patchouli oil and tobacco. The expensive bedding, that you’d all but forced him to buy, was also a dead give away. It wasn’t Alfie in the room with you though, a much older man who dressed in a very Orthodox fashion, stood over you, mumbling to himself in Yiddish. He had yet to realize that you were awake.

Waiting for him to see that you had woken up you replayed as much as you remembered of last night over in your mind. You had been at the party for your boss when you decided to leave early. You had declined the offer to be escorted home that evening. The party was still in full swing at your boss’ house and you felt guilty pulling Benjamin, his son, away from the celebration. You bid everyone goodbye and promised them you would get a car outside. Your flat was only a few blocks from the house and you decided after you left that since it was just after dark and the lamps were still lit you would simply walk. A walk might do you some good and clear your head.

It was the walk home that ended up being treacherous for you. At the end of the main road, right at the corner were you turned off to go to your house, sat a car. You didn’t think much of it, cars in London were far more common then cars in Birmingham. This car had not stopped on your street at that particular hour by coincidence. As you came up on the car, ready to turn the corner, three men came out of the car.

One grabbed you when you tried to run and the others helped him pull you into the car. There was very little after that you remembered. They were looking for Tommy and they intended to make you a physical message to your older brother. Something about a man named Sabini.

“Oh, you’re awake,” the old man said.

“Where’s Alfie?” You looked around the room, trying to see him even though you could tell that he wasn’t there.

“He’s at the bakery, my name’s Hiram. I’m a doctor miss.” He dragged a chair from the corner of the room and brought it over to your bedside. “There is quite a bit to tell miss, you’re very badly injured.“

"I don’t remember how I got here.” You admitted. You weren’t sure how much Alfie would’ve divulged to an old doctor but you hoped that there were some things that could be pieced together for you.

“Alfred sent his errand boy for me this morning. He must’ve been very upset I could hardly make out what the boy was saying happened. I followed him back here to find you miss. I’m very sorry about what happened.” He replied. He began to explain the injuries you had sustained.

The minor injuries were bruises on your face, arms and torso. But beneath bruises were broken ribs, a fractured ankle, a broken wrist, and cuts that required excessive bandaging. Despite not knowing the origin of the abuse the doctor was thorough in his care of you. For the rest of the day he wouldn’t let you up from the bed because he was afraid you would re-injury a part of yourself.

Alfie was home after five and while there were an exponential amount of questions you had for him, they all left your head when you saw him standing in the doorway. It felt like lifetimes had passed since you’d seen Alfie last and it felt surreal to see him in the door now. He didn’t smile but his whole body visibly relaxed at the sight of you awake in bed. Harim stood from your side and shuffled over to Alfie, ushering him into the hallway. The door closed behind them and just like that you were brought back to reality. How had Alfie found you? Did he know who did this? Did Tommy know this had happened? You hadn’t been anywhere near Camden Town. Was he checking up on you?

The door opened again and Alfie came in alone. “The doctor says you’re gonna be alright but you’ll need to rest.”

“My job…” there were more important things to talk about but it was the first thing you thought of. You loved your job, you didn’t want to upset the doctor that you worked for by not showing up.

“I went down and had a chat with him. Says to heal up.” Alfie left out the bit about the doctor you worked for apologising for trying to set you up with his son. He’d explained multiple times that he had no knowledge of you being spoken for already.

“You weren’t mean to him were you? He’s a very nice man.” You stated.

“Thank you Alfie for saving my fucking life. I really appreciate not dying. Oh you’re welcome love, how kind of you to say.” He replied mocking.

“I don’t sound like that.”

“We’re gonna start this? You arguing with me.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to. Alf, how’d you find me?” You asked.

He came closer to the bed, pulling up the chair Harim had been occupying before and sitting down. He remained silent, trying to decide how best to explain to you what had happened. If he could avoid the topic altogether he would be thrilled. He had yet to see anyone from your family but he swore when he did Tommy was going to have hell to pay for letting you alone in London with no protection.

“I heard you were back in London, see, so I been having a man follow you.” Alfie replied.

“You’ve been having me followed? Alfie!”

“You must be fucking mental if you think I was gonna let you go about London without protection. Your gypsy brother must be dreaming.” Alfie commented.

“No one knows I’m a Shelby.”

“Except those bastards who tried to kill you.” He pointed out. “Besides, they don’t need to know you’re a Shelby. No girl of mine is gonna wander around this city without proper protection.”

There were a lot of things you wanted to say to him. You wanted to tell him that you had thought about him every moment you were in Birmingham, even if you told yourself you didn’t. That wasn’t how your relationship with Alfie had ever worked though, so instead of admitting that you’d been missing him desperately you decided instead to argue with him.

“I’m not your girl Alfie.” You pointed out.

“You’re lying here close to death and you’re gonna argue with me about shit?” Alfie nearly laughed, “obviously you’re not as injured as I thought you were.”

“I just mean, I left.”

“I was there love, I’m well aware you left. What’s that got to do with anything?” Alfie asked.

“It doesn’t bother you that I walked out?”

“We always have our spouts, doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you move back to London without anyone watching your back."

"Spouts? Alf you tried to kill my brother.” You answered, agitated and uncomfortable from your injuries.

“Lesser men than me have tried I’m sure.” Alfie replied. Picking up that you were disgruntled with him he pulled his chair closer. “Listen, this is how it is love. I don’t really give a shit what you said when you left. Yeah I nearly killed Arthur and no, I’m not sorry about it. But I’m also not going to let you decide that we’re breaking it off without me even getting a chance of convincing you otherwise. And like hell am I gonna let you wander around London while Tommy is enemies who want to hurt you."

Alfie stood up from his chair, not letting you get another argument in to him and headed for the door. You wanted to tell him that you did want to be with him, regardless of what had happened between him and Arthur. You knew that was wrong, that you should be more loyal to family, but Alfie felt like family now. Instead you said nothing.

He stopped after having opened the door, turning to look at you laying there injured in his bed. "I’ll send Harim back in.” He wanted to say more but he left it at that.

Alfie went right to the source. Not Sabini, that would come later, after someone found one of the bodies of the men who had hurt you and alerted their boss. Then, and only then, would Alfie sit down with Sabini and talk. For now he would talk to the only other person responsible for your condition.

Thomas Shelby.

The train took him right into Birmingham and he made an unexpected visit to Tommy’s house. Just him and Ollie, no extra men, no weapons, just them. This would be a talk that they had together and Alfie would keep his calm. He wasn’t going to yell at Tommy or reprimand him. This was just a talk.

Or that was the plan until Tommy walked into the room. Then immediately Alfie was on his feet, meeting your brother in the middle of the floor before either of them could take seats at the desk.

“What the fuck is the matter with you? You leaving your sister out there in London with a fucking target on her back?” Alfie bellowed.

I’m leaving it with that precious cliff-hanger.

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The wind was blowing in our faces and Sarah was still trying to push away the guy forcing his kiss on her. Some of the other people on the deck were laughing at her feeble attempts to defend herself. I swear, no matter how much I hated my sister, if I had a gun right then I'd shoot that bastard or die trying. I pulled out my cell phone but cursed when I saw no bars. "Renauld, we have to go after them," Robby screamed as Renauld throttled the old fishing boat down. On impulse, I started snapping pictures, zooming in as close as I could. The boat was passing ours just then, so the shots were clear. Click on my name for previous parts of this story. My stomach clenched as I read the name painted across the stern; Stolen Kisses. " I watched Robby's face screw up in frustration for a moment, then he ran to the side rail to scream, "Sarah! going faster than we can go. He has a powerful patrol boat made to chase drug runners. I stared, helpless, wanting to cry and scream at the same time. 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" I kissed him quickly, then ran from the pilot house. Robby paced in frustration while Camden tried to comfort him. "Damn, still no signal," I muttered after checking my phone again. Panting hard, I slowed to a jog and tried to catch my breath. sister being groped on a yacht isn't worth a few gallons of gas to check out? " Robby asked a uniformed man wearing a scowl. His white shirt had black and gold striped epaulettes on the shoulders and an a nautical patch of some kind opposite the name tag. When Camden and I reached the stone building, I could hear Robby's raised voice. Camden and I jumped down to the wharf, helping each other over the growing gap when the boat hit the bumpers along the edge. You don't even remember the name of the boat! " I still had my phone in my hand, so I brought up the pictures I'd taken of the boat. When he slipped through the door, I finally admitted to myself I couldn't keep up with his pace. etched on a black plastic tag on his chest. It's called Stolen Kisses. " "Shit," Timothy muttered as he flipped through the pictures. "Mister Gaspard owns the resort," Timothy said with a significant look. "That's his son, Peter, with your sister right there. " He pointed the screen at us. "Dat's Mister Gaspard's boat. " Robby rubbed his hands together. " "It ain't worth my job, mon. "Okay, good, so let's go get 'em! "What do you want me to do? " He handed my phone back with a wary shrug. "If something happens to her, I'll make sure you lose more than your job. When Timothy kept that strained look on his face, Robby said, "What? Camden walked over to a old-fashioned black phone sitting on the counter. " My first thought was his balls, followed by his head. " Robby asked as he flung his hands out. " Timothy demanded as he tried to stop her, but she blocked him by giving him her back. " "You cannot call long distance from this phone," Timothy said as he tried to take the phone from her. I hate to bother you on vacation, but it's an emergency. " Camden put her hand over the phone and whispered to Robby, "My Uncle Mike is a District Commander in the US Coast Guard. "Don't worry, it's local," Camden said as she picked up the phone base and stepped away as far as the line would reach. I'll go get Captain Goodman right now. Yes, I'll keep you in the loop. " "Oh, Timothy just decided to do his job. Oh, I'm sure he'll take care of it for us. And this guy in the harbor master's office, Timothy, won't do anything. " She hung up the phone and gave Timothy an expectant look. "I didn't know you came here with your uncle," Robby whispered in confusion. She picked it up and began dialing. "Fine," Timothy went back behind the counter and down a hallway leading to the back. "No, an underage girl is on a boat heading out to sea and it looked like she was being taken against her will. Then he grabbed Camden and pulled her into a tight hug, kissing her hair. "She lied," I whispered to him and watched the confusion clear. "I am Harbor Master Selwyn Goodman. Thanks so much, Uncle Mike! " Selwyn caught me by surprise. "There's a very confused receptionist at the hotel," Camden whispered back with a sly grin. He stood there with his hands behind his back, stretching his uniform across his broad chest. Robby finally stepped forward. I had expected a far older man, with sun-wrinkled skin like a sailor in the movies. "Sir, my sister, Sarah, is on a boat heading out to sea. Selwyn was rail-thin, with an air of authority that defied his age. What seems to be the problem? She's underage and she was fighting off an older guy trying to kiss her. Show him the pictures. Robby looked so confused that I had to chuckle despite the tension. "Timothy, get the boat ready. " I pulled out my cell phone again and opened the photo app. "Let me get copies of these pictures and your statements. " "But Mister Gaspard will—" All it took was one glare from Selwyn to stop the words in his mouth. Selwyn swiped through the pictures, his mouth twitching when he came to the pictures of Sarah fighting off Peter Gaspard. Mom's secret burned in me constantly, drawing my attention like a sore tooth. They weren't in the suite and it wasn't time for dinner, so we went to the little covered bar near the pool and found Mom and Dad sitting together at a small table. They hadn't seen us yet. Then I will be in touch as soon as we can. " Selwyn looked at the trio with a firm expression. If Dad had know about Mom's time with Theo, he certainly wasn't happy about it now. I dreaded seeing them again. "I should let you guys talk to them alone," Camden said, her hand still firmly trapped in Robby's grip. " After transferring the pictures off my phone and writing down a basic statement of facts, we headed back to the hotel to let my parents know what was going on. " There was a tortured look of worry on his face. " She nodded, then we approached the table. Both had colorful drinks in front of them that contrasted with their stormy expressions. I didn't want her to leave, but left Robby to respond for us both. "You saw what happened, too. "We saw her leaving the bay on a yacht and she didn't look sober or willing. "Sarah may be in trouble," Robby said. They're gonna chase down the yacht to check on her for us. I figured the pictures told a better story than words and handed her my phone with the photo app open. Mom saw us first and nodded for Dad to look as well. It was obvious they were ignoring one another. " "Apparently his name is Peter Gaspard. "None of us knew she was going around with him. Mom scanned the pictures with a pale, blank expression. We've just come from the Harbor Master's office. " Camden and I confirmed what he said with nod. He is the son of the guy who owns this resort," Robby said. I was surprised that Dad smiled for a moment before he caught our expressions as we walked up. "What a colossal fuck-up," Dad sighed and placed his face in his hands. " "The officers locked the office when they went to their boat. "I've got signal here, we might as well stay put. " "So we wait," Dad sighed and signaled the bartender for another drink. They said they would call my phone when they knew something," Robby said. Camden sat close to Robby and I saw them holding hands under the table. No one was in the mood for small talk, so we sat around eating plantain chips with a garlic and basil dip. Around four in the afternoon Robby's cell phone rang. I think Mom noticed them as well, but there seemed to be an invisible barrier between her and Dad. "where do we need to go? This is his father, Max Myers. " His frown turned grim. How's my daughter, Sarah? Dad glanced at them as well before rubbing his hands on his face. Where will you be taking her? Dad grabbed it before Robby could answer it. " Robby asked as he caught his phone. I didn't know if he meant Sarah or the whole trip. "She's been drugged," he growled through clenched teeth. " Mom got up biting her lower lip and allowed Dad to lead her off. "There are bruises and she's still unconscious. "Fuck," Robby whispered. Janet and I will be going to the hospital. I'm going up to the room and shower. " The combination of salt water and sex had me feeling skeechy. " We all watched him end the call and slide Robby's phone back to him across the table. Yes, yes, we'll meet you there. "At least she's still alive. I heard her whisper, "Wanna come scrub my back? " Despite the tension, Robby shot her a grin and a nod, then we all left for the elevator. I'm gonna do the same," Camden said as she rubbed Robby's shoulder. "So stupid," I said with a sarcastic sniff. Washing away Renauld's scent gave me an unexpected sense of loss, but feeling clean after the rough day I'd had was still worth it. Robby and Camden got off on her floor while I went on up to our suite. I was alone for the first time since I before I arrived on the island. I got up and stretched my back. "And can I borrow something to wear? While I dried off and dressed, I heard someone come into the suite talking and laughing. " "Mind if I shower here? I opened my drawers to let her to search for something that might fit. " "Of course," I said. "Which drawer is Robby's," she asked with a wicked gleam. After getting clean panties and a long t-shirt, I stripped off the clothes I'd worn all day and stepped into the bathtub. She followed me into the room Robby, Sarah, and I shared. " "That's the plan," she laughed and ran off the to bathroom. I opened the door while I rubbed my hair in a towel. "He's gonna lose it when you come out wearing that. "Here," I shut my drawer and opened his instead. " "Dude, I saw you two on the deck chair when I went to get my clothes after swimming this afternoon," I admitted with a matching blush. " I made a pot of coffee while the water ran and Camden moaned. " He actually blushed, then let out a nervous chuckle. She picked out a pair of boxer briefs and one of his old soccer jerseys. Now I just smirked as I stirred cream in my coffee. When I went out into the suite, Robby was getting a drink of water in the kitchenette. I called her instead of texting back. " I couldn't keep the contempt out of my voice. Just a few days before, I'd have been weirded me out knowing my brother was screwing someone in the shower. " Her voice was full of sympathy, then she growled, "Dat Peter Gaspard is a royal ass. His daddy rolled in here a few years ago, throwin' his money aroun' and now he t'ink his own bum don' stink. "Aren't you supposed to be in there scrubbing her back? " Her anger brought out a thicker patois and, ironically, made me smile. My phone vibrated on the counter as a text came in. Sometimes he works the bar on his boat when dey have parties. " "No, but Theo knows him. Sarah could be so stupid sometimes. "Mom and Dad went to the hospital where the harbor master was taking her. It would be just like her to let some flashy guy talk her into a ride on his yacht and drink whatever he served her. " "Standing in our suite listening to Robby fuck Camden in the shower," I said with a sad chuckle. Rumor say Peter will drop a roofie on girls that don't move fast enough to suit him. "Want to join me for a cup of coffee? She had a bit of Robby's lack of awareness coupled with her own unique brand of poor impulse control. The noises in the shower built to a crescendo, then there was nothing but the hiss of the shower until I heard a knock on the door. I opened the door to let Vicky in and could feel her eyes tickle from my toes up to my damp hair. "If your parents are at the hospital, what are you doin'? Her coconut scent preceded her lips by a moment when she greeted me with a soft kiss. "I'm still in the spa. "I've never been in one of the suites before," Vicky said as she dropped her purse on the counter and kicked off her sandals. "Come on in," I said as I took her hand to lead her inside. The view overlooked the beach. " "Come see the view," I said as I handed her a cup of coffee and walked to the sliding glass door. " "Drugged and beaten up, but alive. "Last night was amazing," Vicky whispered while staring down at the waves. "I feel overdressed," Vicky whispered as she stepped closer. The sun was heading towards the horizon, making the sky above us darken. "And apparently it was again after we left. " While I waited, I poured another cup of coffee for Vicky. Simone came by at lunch and. Vicky had her curly black hair pulled back in a tie leaving her long neck exposed down to her collar. We stood close, sipping coffee. She looked over to find me studying her and asked, "Did you have fun on the boat today? " "It was pretty intense. "Yes," I agreed quietly. " I smiled as I recalled the way Renauld responded to me taking control. I loved the way the color of her skin deepened under her jaw. "He really cares about you, you know," Vicky said with a suppressed smile. " "It scares me a little," I admitted. "I was expecting a summer fling and a few laughs. " "She told me," Vicky chuckled. I never counted on him. "And I never expected to understand what Simone meant. " The tangle of fear, hope, and desire left me silent. "I know it's quick, but he's got it bad. " Kissing her sped my heart rate. " I asked when the kiss broke. Her coffee eyes captured me. " I didn't know whether to share his tearful reaction at the end. "She kept telling me I would one day. " I kissed her this time, offering my open mouth for her to explore while I fanned my fingers up her back. What I felt for Renauld was so different from the way Vicky made me feel, but my attraction toward both of them was undeniable. Be with them even, without losing anything she and I have. " Vicky said as she sat her coffee cup on the railing and pulled me into her arms. "Wow," Robby whispered from the open sliding door into the patio. "That I can love her and still care deeply about others. Camden stood beside him with a smirk as she clutched his arm. They both had that freshly fucked look coupled with a look of happy surprise. Vicky gripped the back of my long t-shirt in her fists as she pulled me tight. Vicky, this is my brother Robby and his friend Camden. "I've heard a lot about you. " "Nice to meet you both at last," Vicky said, but kept her arm around my waist. I was proud when I didn't jump away. Mind if we join you out here? I was lost in that kiss, feeling the heat swirling in my stomach as I hungered to taste her again. There were four chairs, but I soon found Vicky had moved her chair to snuggle closer to me. "Nice to meet you, too. Robby was clearly struggling to connect the dots and see the picture. Camden waited for Robby to sit, then plopped in his lap, leaving an empty chair. heard," Robby mumbled as he kept looking back and forth between us. " Vicky leaned into my arm as if to let me explain for us both. " Camden asked for them both while Robby shook his head as if to clear it. "So Renauld doesn't mind that you. " Robby asked Camden out loud. "I thought you said bisexual doesn't mean threesomes? I covered my face with my hand while Vicky chuckled silently into my shoulder. " I asked, trying not to give an explicit answer to Robby's question. "Who do you think cooked us dinner last night? " "Okay," I said to draw his attention. "You met Simone at lunch, right? mean threesomes, but other people like what they like," Camden said. Vicky and I moved around to the other side of the small table on the patio. So we had dinner last night and ended up in bed together. "I just prefer my relationships one-at-a-time. I realized that I'd have to spell this out or Robby would just keep asking embarrassing questions. I was attracted to both Renauld and Vicky, and they both like me. Vicky and Simone live together and have an open relationship. "I wish I had my camera equipment on this trip. You're both so gorgeous! " Robby shrugged and waved his free hand. I'd shoot you together in a heartbeat. " "I love the contrast in your skin tones and bone structure," Camden said. " Vicky and I looked at each other. "All I know is watching you two kiss was fuckin' hot and that creeps me out because one of you is my sister. Every time I peeked I caught his eyes shooting our direction. The mutual attention seemed to be turning Vicky on, free amateur hairy pussy pics too, based on how her hands were sliding up my bare leg. I heard Camden hum as Robby kissed her, too. She pressed into the damp fabric. Trust me; Renauld didn't mind at all. The tickling touch opened my knees to her fingers. Vicky's mouth twitched before she leaned in to give me a tender kiss. The idea of Camden photographing us made me hot, but I would be too nervous to just come out and say it. " When we stood, Camden was already leading Robby back inside with a carefree smile over her shoulder. She tilted her head in a clear invitation. We followed them into the bedroom Robby, Sarah, and I shared. "Why don't we go somewhere more comfortable? Robby kept glancing back like he was making sure we were coming. I shivered despite the heat. She was still in her hotel uniform and I wanted to taste her skin. I gripped her shoulders to leverage myself closer to the edge of the chair. Her shorts and thong went next, followed by my panties, then we giggled as we threw the bedspread on the floor and climbed onto the cool sheets together. " Vicky whispered as she slipped one finger up and down the slick gusset of my panties. She allowed me to open her shirt and push it back over her shoulders before she lifted my shirt over my head. I got lost in Vicky's lips, my fingers running along her cheeks and into her hair. I kissed her as I untucked the white shirt from her shorts. I lifted my hips and opened myself to her hungry mouth. I hadn't paid much attention to Camden and Robby, but when Vicky pushed me back into the pillows and kissed my breasts, I caught them watching from the other bed. I pulled Vicky around to stand at the foot of the bed I slept in. When I cried out, she rode my bucking hips, her tongue flickering across my nubbin. My back arched on its own as my legs opened wider. She consumed me with her hands pulling at my hips to keep us connected. "Cum for me," she begged, her words whispered across my wet skin. All I remember was crying and writhing in bed while she fed from my body. Just as I teetered over the edge, she filled me with two fingers, pressing in on that sensitive spot inside that forced me even higher. She let me go long enough to slide up behind me and wrap me in her arms while I quivered and shook. "Oh, Vicky," I murmured as she dipped the tip of her tongue down lower. With her arms around me, I saw Robby laying on his back with Camden riding him slowly. She was watching us with a heavy lidded look of lust as she rocked against Robby's cock. The sensations took my breath, making me hold on tighter to keep her tongue where I needed it. "You two were so hot," Camden whispered. "I think I've cum a half-dozen times so far. Robby didn't appear able to open his eyes or do more than whimper. "God, it feels so good but I don't want it to end. "It's never been like this," he gasped. " Camden leaned forward to rest her hands on his shoulders. She ground so hard against Robby that his mouth opened. " "So close," Robby moaned as he lifted his hips to meet hers. " Vicky gripped by hand and sucked my neck as Robby shouted out his passion. When I couldn't take it anymore, I climbed away from her mouth. For the first time in my life she lifted me into a kind of cosmic, never-ending orgasm. Kissing while I ran my hands along her body, she opened her wet lips to my fingertips. When Camden collapsed against his chest, I rolled girls atk hairy login pussy porn over to give Vicky my full attention. The slick opening sucked my fingers in to trace inside her. I want to feel your heat. Seconds later she froze, her body stiffening as she convulsed to climax. " "Way to go, Robby," I whispered with a cheeky grin. Vicky whispered French in my ear while I brought her along. " I kissed her brow as I met Camden's lazy gaze from Robby's chest. She tickled her fingers along my back, kissing me until she wasn't able to do more than moan. " The quiet knock brought us all up to stare at the suite door. I never expected how satisfying it would be to watch someone else like that. Let me know if you want me to continue with your votes or. "So good," Vicky muttered.

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