Locket and Key- Chapter Four (mob! Tom Holland x reader)
Warnings: mentions of drugs, death, kidnapping, shitty writing, fire, filthy smut in upcoming chapters also the format came out really weird IM SORRY
Note: Y/L/N- your last name, (your actual last name will be different within this fan-fiction)
prologue
chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
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As the sound of a metallic click resonated throughout the room, you felt your heartbeat pause. The oxygen within the air almost felt non-existent, as if someone had ripped every molecule from the air. Tom popped open the locket and revealed a picture: two young children sitting in the grass. The photograph was worn by time, its edges frayed and graying. Still it spoke volumes.
Everything he had said was true.
Your knees couldn’t support you anymore; you would’ve collapsed to the ground, if it wasn’t for his strong arms catching you. And strangely, they felt safe- like nothing in the world would ever harm you as long as you were within his arms. Slowly, he led you over to a chair and sat you down.
“It’s all right, darling. I can explain everything, I promise. I know this is a lot at once, but I had to take you before someone else got you.”
He was sitting on his desk, brown eyes staring into yours intently. They held a small spark of light within them, but they were also filled with darkness. As if a singular star had fallen from the sky into a black sea.
He had seen things. He had killed people. Life had not been easy on him.
“I-I don’t understand. Why would you move away?” you asked. The brief memories you had of the boy were on summer holidays to the countryside, but most of that was blurry. You were young, the memories could be false. The things you remembered most were times spent under the sun, and how he made you laugh.
“I didn’t move away, Y/N. You did. In fact, you were taken away.” he spat, clenching the wood beneath his fingers. His knuckles turned white at the pressure, blood leaving his veins.
“What?”
“Everything you’ve ever known has been a lie. Those people? Not your parents. Your home? Not really your home. Ask yourself why your parents wanted to send you away, why you were so far from London, and why you could never really go out anywhere without one of your parents with you. Ask yourself why strange people would come into the house and discuss “business” at your dinner table.”
You were silent, unable to speak. There wasn’t much to say when your entire world was falling apart.
“I have everything within a file here. Who you actually are, who your parents actually are, where you were born, and your death, apparently. Except, you never really died.” he seemed to be staring directly into your soul. Your eyes widened, and you stood up quickly.
“This can’t be. It can’t be. It can’t.”
The pressure building within your chest was unbearable, crushing, smothering. The chair fell back behind you, crashing to the floor. It echoed throughout the room, making your ears throb in repetition. Tom stood up, unsure of what to do. All he could think of was to comfort you as he had done as a kid.
The sky above was bright, the air balmy and warm. Small birds sang from the treetops, swinging from branch to branch. The sun filled the countryside with a rare, sunny day, casting golden light on growing flowers. The smell of spring was in the air, the promise of life after the coldness of winter.
Billy was fast, climbing up the hill with confident, boyish steps. You were almost as fast as him, but the day had been long, and you were tired. Suddenly, a hidden tree root seemed to sprout from the ground. You tripped, falling to your knees. The ground wasn’t kind, and you felt pain blossom after you fell. Billy heard you cry and turned around, immediately running to your side.
“You okay, bubs?” Immediately, you started crying. Billy sat on his knees and wiped the tears from your eyes, giving you a smile. “Don’t worry now, don’t cry. I can fix it up real quick.” He pulled you into his small arms, hugging you to him. And in that moment, pain didn’t exist.
And just like he did when you were a child, Tom brought you to his chest. He had changed over the years, but under all the exteriors he wanted to put on for the world, his heart was still good. He began to stroke your hair gently, quietly rocking you back and forth. The sudden physical contact startled you, but you soon melted within his touch. It was almost like you were meant to be there. Almost like the gods had crafted his arms specifically to hold you.
Hours seemed to pass as the room was enveloped in silence, except for the soft sound of your breaths and erratic heartbeat. Finally, Tom pulled away.
“You ready?” he asked, his hand grasping the file behind him. With a deep breath, you prepared yourself. “Yes.” It was the strongest your voice had sounded all evening.
He opened the file, pulling out a small stack of papers that were clearly very old. They were wrinkled, as if someone had gone over them several times. Hundreds, even.
“You were born in London to a powerful family, one that was once well-known and ruled the streets. Do you know of the mafia in London, love?” he paused for a moment, and waited for you to nod. “The mafia has ruled London for centuries, but the hand of power has passed from family to family. Several families have ruled at once, but very few empires have lasted for more than a few decades. My family has been in power for centuries, ruling the underground. And for a while, we held no allies- until your family came in. Just as powerful, but wanting to combine their power with ours. The Langstons, which is your real last name. I have your birth certificate here.” He tossed a small piece of paper over to you, and there it was.
Y/N Langston, born to Michael and Julia Langston. The date of your birthday was different, but within the same year. And it occurred to you that you had never actually seen your real birth certificate. Such curiosities had been dismissed by your parents. Except, they weren’t even your real parents.
“You were too young to remember, but you are correct about one thing. My family would take holidays with yours to the countryside when we were young, up until the age of seven. You knew me as Billy, a childhood nickname I was given because of a play I was in at a very young age. Everything was fine, up until the winter before we turned eight. And that’s when things got ugly.” He took a moment to let you take in the information.
“Being in the mafia, you have several enemies. The public, the police, and other people in the underground. People want that power for themselves, and at the time, another mob was rising. You’ll know them as Y/L/N. They hated my family and yours, but specifically your Father. Your father was a good man, but he wasn’t a saint. He stole a shipment of drugs from this rising mob, but in the process, lives were lost. He had attacked the family’s home, where the drugs had been stored until they could be sold for a large sum of money. It was around 30,000 pounds in street value, mostly cocaine, fentanyl, marijuana, and speed. Gunfire erupted, but the daughter of the Y/L/N was killed in the process. Your “father,” was outraged. That’s when everything collapsed.”
Silence ensued.
“You were probably around seven, and it was May 18th. A swarm broke into your home, and a fight broke out. Men were lost on both sides, but they took you and your parents, and dragged them to a warehouse in the outskirts of London. They set it on fire, and two bodies were found, whatever was left of them. Another body was found as well, and it was presumed to be yours. But we didn’t have the resources nor the technology to confirm it, and the police mostly stayed out of mafia business. So, it was confirmed that you were dead. But we didn’t know for sure, and I always held onto hope. People stopped looking, and we knew, at this point, your parents were definitely dead. The Y/L/N had fucked up so many things, shattered an empire, and wounded my family in the process.” he explained.
You hadn’t noticed, but tears were silently slipping down your cheeks. You couldn’t speak, you could only sit there in shock.
“But why take me?” your voice was barely heard, but there was anger hidden in it.
“Payback for taking their daughter from them. Your “so-called” family must be crazy, thinking they can use you as a replacement for their deceased daughter. It’s fucked up.” he ran a hand through his hair. “You’ve been a fugitive for most of your life.”
Placing your hands on your face, you brought your knees to your chest and began to cry. Everything was too much, it was all too much.
“And from what Tanner told me, you explained that you lived your life in the countryside, in a small town no one knows, far away from London. The attack on your real parents must have wounded the Y/L/N family, and they knew we would find them if they had stayed in London. So, they moved out to the countryside. And it’s no wonder you can’t remember anything; huge amounts of trauma at a young age are often blocked out by the brain, in an attempt to protect the individual.”
You nodded, unable to do anything else. “But how would it hurt you and your family?” you asked, thinking back to what he had said before.
“Because, Y/N,” he took a breath to compose himself. “Because we were arranged to be married. And, because you are alive, it still stands.”
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My apologies on the lateness of the update, but here you go! and also for the cliffhanger oops
My laptop is broken and I just got a new one! Expect updates for the fic coming soon and other content! Midterms are over now and I am done having my mental breakdown (will be answering my asks!!)
The world was dark and quiet for a moment, almost tranquil. In the moment, you didn’t know how much you would need that peacefulness. The calm before the hurricane, the unlocking of a door into a world full of violence and bloodshed.
Finally, after a number of unknown hours, you woke to the faint throbbing of your head. With a groan, you opened your eyes; everything was blurry, and for a moment, you believed you were back at your little apartment.
But as your vision cleared, you were faced with reality. This wasn’t your apartment, and you could never afford to live in a place as nice as this. Everything hinted at elegance and luxury- marbled floors and high, lofty ceilings; the room was lit by a glamorous chandelier, which probably cost more than your apartment building itself. But the beauty of the place was torn by your apparent fear and panic- quick, loud breaths left your lips as you scrambled in the covers, trying to get your feet on the ground.
You needed to get out of here, wherever you were. In an attempt to calm your labored breaths, you placed a shaky hand over your lips and left the bed, heading towards the door. You’d been taken, but by who? Everything was blank.
Then, suddenly, you remembered the evening at the café. It had been fine, uplifting, and exciting at first- until Tanner had slipped something in your water. The last thing you remembered was his brown eyes staring at you intently.
The door suddenly opened, causing you to jump and hide behind the bedpost, as if that would bring some sort of protection. You weren’t armed and didn’t know how to fight, so the odds of being able to render someone unconscious were extremely low.
The door revealed a young man-but not just any young man- it was him. His brown eyes seemed to stare into your soul mischievously, as if he knew all your secrets and they were laid out bare before him. He knew you in ways you didn’t, but you didn’t know how. He seemed so familiar, but you didn’t know how.
“Hello, darling.” His accent was thick, but somehow comforting. Still, you remained on guard. What did he want with you? Was he connected to your parents? You realized it could be the only logical explanation- they were probably in the next room, ready to ship you off to university.
“L-look, I don’t know who you are, but I won’t go back with them. I don’t know why I’m here but you can just let my parents know I’m not going.” Although shaky, your voice was strong and resilient. You weren’t going to back down without a fight.
A small, uncontrolled laugh came from his lips. “I’m not working with those shitbags you call parents.” he spoke, a smirk twisting his expression- almost as if he was mocking your statement. “No, darling. I’ve got bigger plans with you, secrets hidden from you your entire life.” He seemed to be getting angry as he ran a hand through his hair. It was soft, brown and curly- and you’d love to run your hands through it too, if the circumstances were different.
What he said only scared you further. “I-I don’t have any money, I’m of no importance to you. I don’t know if you’re planning on selling me off o-or what you’ve got planned, but it won’t work.” you spat.
Again, another laugh. It infuriated you, so much that you wanted to take the lamp beside the table and smash it into his head. “I would never lay a hand on you. You’re about to see who the real monsters are, Y/n.” The way he spoke your name made you gasp- it was like a hand dipping into the well of memories, but it could not reach the water completely.
“If you’d come with me, I’ll show you these things.”
His arm was extended in an invite, his expression honest and sincere. “I don’t trust you, whoever you are.” You took another step back, your back hitting the nightstand.
“My apologies- I’ve been rude. I’m Tom Holland. But you might remember me as Billy, love.”
The way that one, singular name shook to your core- sending waves down your spine until your hands shook. “What?” you asked, not believing him at first. He took a step forward, and another. The space between the two of you was closing in, the tension building like a storm before it erupts. Soon, he was close enough to your face that you wanted to turn away.
But you couldn’t.
“There’s no way. Billy moved away, far, far away.” your voice was almost unheard, but Tom heard it. But it could be- he had Billy’s eyes and hair, but he looked so different. There was an age about him, worn by time and tragedies. The lines on his face spoke of great responsibility and stress, and the small scars littered on his skin drew a painting of past violence.
His eyes, so dreamy and brown, were a window to his soul. They seemed to break you down and bring you to your knees; no one had ever looked at you as intensely as he stared at you. His eyes alone could manipulate every muscle in your body, every tendon, every move. You gasped to relieve the pressure in your chest. He brought a finger to your chin, bringing your very word to a halt. His touch alone was electrifying.
“So, care to join me?”
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You don’t know what came over you, blindly following a crazy person down the walls of his house. Something about what he said had lit a fire within you, a fire of the unknown, lies, and secrets. What secrets did he hold? What did he know about you that you didn’t? He didn’t work for your parents, so why did he want you? There was nothing special about you- you were a writer, and that was all.
He opened a door to a large office; a mahogany desk sat by a window, revealing a rainy day outside. It was almost dark except for the dim lights on the ceiling. As he closed the door, you couldn’t help but feel anxious. What was going to happen? He walked over to the desk; he seemed to radiate power with every step he took.
He opened a drawer, revealing a pink file. “Come look for yourself, if you don’t believe me.”
At first, you were reluctant. “What is this supposed to show me, Tom Holland?” The way you made a mockery of his name didn’t please him, and he reopened the drawer aggressively. He yanked something out of the drawer, slipping it into his pocket. Without warning, he spun on his heel, advancing on you. You backed up until you hit the door.
He was right in front of you again, and there was the tell-tale sound of your heart thumping against your chest. It was quiet until both of his hands slammed on each side of your shoulders. Tom was inches from your face, so close you could hear his breathing. You looked up at him with fear in your eyes.
“I’ve been waiting a very long time to find you, Y/n. What I am about to show you about yourself is going to change everything forever.” he said, almost with a growl in his voice.
His right hand dropped and entered his pocket, revealing a small key. And before you could react, he shoved it into your necklace that laid gently on your chest. There was a soft click.
Locket and Key- Chapter Two (mob!tom holland x reader)
Warning: mentions of drugging, getting drugged, cursing, smut in upcoming chapters
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chapter one
Tom had been ruling the streets of London as long as he could remember. The Hollands had erected an empire centuries ago; that empire now ruled the streets of London itself. In reality, the chain of power stood over Tom from birth to adolescence like iron bars around his life.
The kind of power he held was immense. But it wasn’t really a power he could escape.
Because once you were in the mafia, you didn’t leave.
He always got what he wanted, whether it be: drugs, money, sex, or girls. No one would dare to challenge him. They knew better. Anybody that crossed Holland got shot. End of story. That’s why he knew he’d get you, eventually. And he knew the fucking truth, that everything had been a lie and somebody’s blood was about to be on his hands.
It’d been nearly a week since he first saw you. He didn’t want to startle you or harm you yet, and let Tanner befriend you before silently drugging you and bringing you to Tom. He knew there’d be no way he could just casually bring someone over to the base, exposing everything. What if he was wrong about you? It could fuck up everything.
And for some selfish reason, Tom didn’t want to ask nicely for you to come. Because Tom wanted to tear you from that harsh, cold world. He wanted to bring you right back into his arms, where you should have been the entire time.
If it hadn’t been for that fucking street trash.
That fucking street trash- it brought down a now-forgotten empire to ashes.
He’d burn them alive for what they’d done.
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It had been a few days since your arrival to London, and you were settling into the area and your new job. It was going lovely, and the everyone at the newspaper job enjoyed your ideas and writings. You left work everyday feeling content, ecstatic for the next one. You’d been working on a column to show the senior editor, in hopes that she would put it in the next edition of the paper. And although the area was a bit rough, everyone in your complex seemed nice and friendly.
You still had your parents blocked. There was no way for them to track you- and you were now eighteen. They couldn’t call the law on you, but they did have strange friends that they could call. Friends that would come over in your childhood and talk about strange things you didn’t understand. Like guns, money, and drugs. And they were scary- sometimes armed and very buff.
They always said they would send someone after you if you tried to run away or be bad.
And you were always afraid, until you gained the will to at eighteen.
And so far, it was really paying off. You had a new job, a new place to live, and you were free to do whatever you wanted. No one was controlling you anymore.
On the sixth day at your new job, a new girl joined the desk right beside you. She seemed very friendly, and her eyes sparkled when she first met you. You supposed it was because she was shy. Her name was Tanner, and she had bright red hair; it was fairly short, and she was pretty tall. Both of you began to talk, almost instantly clicking. You discovered she was confident and very athletic; she knew martial arts and kickboxing.
She didn’t seem like the type of person to be a writer. But you knew to never judge a book by its cover.
Also, it was nice to have a friend in the city. You knew no one, and although you loved where you lived, it also felt lonely. Everyone was a stranger passing by, their stories never quite intersecting yours. Some were even rude. Tanner seemed like a person you could rely on, even though you had just met her.
“Hey, do you say we go get dinner after shift? I know a great cafe down the road, my treat.” Tanner said, as the sun began to paint orange blocks upon the floor. It was nearly six o’ clock, and the day was beginning to fade. Your shifts would end soon, leaving the night free.
“Yeah, sounds good.” You spoke, quickly proofreading a blog post written by a coworker. You needed to finish it before the day ended, and there were many errors. “Sorry, just finishing this. You don’t have any work?” you asked, leaning over to look at Tanner.
“Nah, I finished that earlier today.” she explained, but you never recalled her working the entire day.
“Alright, well let me finish this.” A few more sloppy scans and corrections of the blog post, and you submitted it to your boss. “Let’s head out.”
The dusk air was balmy and the light shining on the buildings was sleepy; soft lights began to turn on down the street. It was a short walk to the cafe’, and as you neared it, the sun let her last rays fall on London. Inside, the cafe was warm and cozy.
Tanner led you to a small table at the back of the restaurant, smiling softly. It was secluded and almost empty, but you knew it had amazing food. Only a few other patrons were there, clustered together at the front of the building. A waitress approached the table and greeted both of you, handing you menus.
Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a man dressed in brown and black sitting in the corner. For some reason, this man had been around you yesterday; the fact that you recognized him startled you. Was it your parents? Had they found you? Why was he following you? Tanner didn’t notice the expression of distress upon your face. Even then, he seemed so familiar.
And everytime he would look at you, you felt as if every cell in your body was vibrating.
The waitress left the table and you began to scan it, deciding what to wear. Taking a sip of your water, you decided on a lemon garlic salmon dish, which sounded absolutely delicious. Soon you forgot about the man in the corner, wrapped up in the conversation between you and Tanner. Light music played in the background as you held your stomach, trying to stop the onslaught of laughter. She was funny.
She’d been telling you a story about her childhood, when she’d put peanut butter on her dog. And the dog had gone running around and around the house, and her Mom had been pissed.
“Yeah, she’s still mad about that one.” she giggled, wiping her eyes.
“I bet!” You said, smiling. “Whew! I need to use the restroom. I’ll be right back.” Tanner suddenly gave you an anxious look, but she quickly masked it.
Pushing yourself up from the chair, you figured you’d ask her when you got back.
After finishing your business, you rejoined Tanner at the table. The food still hadn’t gotten there yet, and you were starving. “Damn! I really hope that food gets here soon. I’m starving after that long day at work.” Tanner nodded, giving a small laugh.
“Shouldn’t be much longer.” she said, scratching her head.
“You alright? You seemed nervous earlier.” you were always perceptive to how other people were reacting, which startled them sometimes.
Tanner didn’t respond at first, but finally did. “Yeah! Yeah. I promise I’m all right.” she explained, fully leaning back in her chair. “Are you? That coffee destroy you yet?”
This earned a laugh from you as you embarrassingly hid your face. “Please, I have to have my caffeine in the morning.” you picked up your water and took a large sip, feeling dehydrated. “My stomach has been so upset today, and I don’t know why! Didn’t happen until I got to work.”
Soon the food came out from the kitchen, and Tanner was right- it was amazing. The salmon was cooked perfectly, and you soon finished it. Your mother could never cook, and you rarely ate out at restaurants. It felt like heaven in a bite.
After thirty minutes of talking, you began to feel strange. You were extremely relaxed and lethargic, and felt like you were gonna pass out.
Maybe it was the lily day at work, but you couldn’t really form a straight sentence in your head either. You sat at your chair, in a slump. A nap sounded like a really good idea.
But it was too late when you realized what had happened.
Tanner had fucking drugged you.
You tried to stand up from the chair, but your knees buckled to the ground. The shop was now empty, and everything seemed to spin. Nothing was clear either; everything was a blur. The man in the corner stood up, and two strong arms caught you. Tanner.
Muffled voices rumbled together in the background, but you couldn’t decipher them. You only knew it was a man and a woman. Their voices were high-pitched, and maybe they were yelling. You really didn’t know what was happening.
“I’m sorry, I promise this will all make sense very soon. I’m so sorry, y/n.” she whispered in your ear. Where the fuck was everyone?
You tried to spit in her face, but only drool dripped down your chin. Black curtains seemed to fold and open on the edge of your vision, signaling you were about to faint. “L-let me g-go.” you spoke, with gritted teeth. Every muscle in your body seemed to ache as you spat those words out at her.
What was happening? As the world began to get dark, all you could feel was fear. Like something really, really bad was about to happen.
What had you gotten yourself into?
And right before you passed out, you saw the eyes of someone you never expected to see again.
The man at the nightclub.
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NOT EDITED YET.
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i'm a slytherclaw(slytherin with a bit of ravenclaw) my sign is a Leo i'm not good at expressing emotions and some people tell me i look a bit intimidating for some reason?? i don't have many friends because im an introvert my MBTI sign is INTP uhh if i know you i'm fun most of the time but i'm normally really insecure so if you ask me to go swimming or sum bitch i'm not going 😍
A short little one shot for you all :) based on Light my Love by Greta Van Fleet!!
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Summary: after dreaming of you forever, Paul finally meets you in the palace upon his arrival to Arrakis. You have been shown to him as the One made for him, and he has found you at last.
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Paul woke up in a sweat; it had been the same dream for as long as he could remember. It invaded his consciousness, unable to show any other dream but the one of you.
You stood upon a cliff, endless wasteland behind you and desert rock behind your feet. The clouds above seemed to circle ominously- grey, black and full transparent warning. The wind was vicious, slicing through your hair like a knife. Even though the storm behind you was dark, you stood as a beacon of light upon the cliff. The light of his love.
Paul had seen the same picture every night, haunting his mind within.
Paul stood on the rock behind you, armed outstretched. A voice broke through the clouds above, even the rocks themselves trembled.
“The One for you, Paul. Then Darkness.”
The very words spoken by the voice stalked Paul even when he was awake. The world would be silent, but all Paul would hear was those same words. The voice gave him chills, and shook him down to his bones. What did it all mean? All he would hear was the same words.
Over and Over and Over.
For you, the dream was different. But you still saw Paul. He stood behind a golden sky, light running through his dark, curly hair. The endless desert stretched on infinitely behind him. He never said anything to you in the dream. But it happened every, single night- a premonition to the future that lay ahead of you.
As time progressed, the both of your dreams did not cease. Soon, House Atreides was chosen to lead Arrakis. A sullen, lifeless planet vibrating with life itself- the spice. The desert within the dream made Paul wonder if you were on Arrakis, despite never seeing it before.
The moment of stepping on Arrakis would change Paul forever. He, along with his Father and Mother, Lady Jessica, were escorted to the palace. The chanting of the Fremen “Lisan Al Gaib!” ran through Paul’s head over and over.
Settling into Arrakis took time, and adapting to the wasteland would take even longer. The Lady Jessica needed a housekeeper, and Paul went with her to observe all the Fremen that came to be chosen.
The first moment he walked into the room, he saw You.
He had been waiting for this moment since eternity began. You appeared exactly as you did in the dream, vulnerable but appearing fierce. The effect of the spice was clear in your blue tinted eyes. When you eyes met, the universe paused in time.
You knew, too. Because you had seen the same boy within your dreams, every night.
Your eyes seemed to widen in surprise, and the Lady paused before you.
“What is your name?” she asked.
“Y/N.” You spoke, giving her a soft smile.
“The rest of you may go.” Her voice was short and clipped; everyone left the room quickly. You noticed the boy behind her staring at you, causing you to blush. Diverting your eyes, you peered at your shoes. The fire burning within your stomach was too hard to ignore. What was it about him?
Swallowing, you exchanged small conversation with the Lady Jessica before she left the room too. It was now only you and Paul. The way his dark eyes melted as he stared at you made you catch your breath, unable to think.
The room was silent as you took a few moments two look at each other. You had found each other at last.
“I’ve seen you in my dreams, every night. And the threat that lies behind you.” Paul took a step forehead. With every movement he made, the electricity between you spiked. So he did have the same dreams as you.
Another step. “I’ve heard the Voice say you’re the One for me. And I also see the future, and how it is shrouded in blood.” He glanced down, jaw clenched.
“I have had the same dreams. But I am looking at you, not at the danger that is brewing behind me. What possible threat could anyone have with me? I am nothing.” You spoke.
“You are not nothing, Y/N. You are so much more. They will try to make you my weakness. But I will not let them. I will protect you.” He said fiercely. He was right in front of you, so close you could see his chest rise and fall.
“I don’t understand. I’m Fremen, it would never be allowe-“
Slowly, Paul brought his hand to your face. With slow, intimate movements, he stroked your cheek. The touch caused sparks to dance across your skin. Why did his touch feel like home, when you had only just met him?
“I have been waiting for you a very long time. And I have finally found you.” He said, pulling you into his arms. He laid a kiss upon your forehead. “And I will not let anything happen to you, darling.”
He pulled you into his arms, and you were complete.
Locket and Key- Chapter One (mob!tom holland x reader)
prologue.
You never expected your parents to explode to this severity. The house was filled with loud voices, and your Father had slamme
That night, you packed all of your things.
You crammed as many things as you could into a small suitcase- mostly clothes, and a few knick knacks. You could hear your parents rustling around in the kitchen, preparing for bed. The sun had slipped below the horizon long ago, leaving a blanket of darkness over the countryside. You’d have to walk through it until you got to the town. It was around 10pm.
Footsteps echoed up the stairs, a heavy foot dragging across the worn wood. With a panicked gasp, you slid the suitcase under the bed and plopped under your covers. Your Father opened the door without asking, peering into the room.
He frowned when he saw you, almost appearing apologetic. “Darling, I’m sorry for the fight we had earlier. You know that your mum and I just want the best for you. We want you to be successful and make a stable income, and you can’t do that as a writer. Going to Edmington will be the best for your future.” he explained. There was sincerity in his words.
The way he spoke made you feel guilty, as though you were a bad person. But going to uni wasn’t what you wanted, and you just wanted to be happy. So, you nodded and gave him a small smile. Your Mother appeared over his shoulder, entering the room.
Sweat began to form on your palms. What if they saw the suitcase underneath the bed and questioned you? Your plan would fail, and you’d never be able to leave the house. She walked over to the bed, planting a small kiss on your forehead. Guilt burned like a raging fire within your chest.
“Goodnight, love. We will talk tomorrow, get some rest.” your Mother said, brushing a strand of hair out of your eye. Both finally exited the room and crossed the hallway to the master bedroom. A breath of air left your lungs, and your nerves calmed. You had to continue packing, and wait to escape when they fell asleep.
It took another thirty minutes to gather everything together. It left a feeling of emptiness in your childhood room; you had spent your entire life here. But the excitement of a new future loomed ahead, obscuring all pain from leaving all you knew behind. A couple hours passed; the house was so silent you could hear the walls breathe.
An owl hooted outside, seeming to announce your departure. With your suitcase in hand, you crept down the stairs and through the kitchen. Every step was excruciating; the house floors screeched with the smallest amount of weight applied to them. Movement was slow; you would need to take your time in order to be completely quiet. Would your parents wake up and catch you?
A small cough made you halt, freezing in the darkness. You hid behind the refrigerator, waiting for someone to emerge in the kitchen. After the cough, the only sound in the house was blood pumping ferociously through your ears. So you waited.
A few moments passed and there was no sign of a soul anywhere. The door was so close, you could see it. The door was almost symbolic, representing a pathway to a world of new opportunities.
With a few more steps, you got to the door. Your heart pounded furiously, seeming to run a million beats a minute. This was it, the moment you had been waiting for all of your life. Turning the knob, you welcomed the blast of chilly air that came into the kitchen. It was a clear night outside, and all the stars were shining in the sky above. Trillions of diamonds peered over the countryside below.
Before you could get caught, you hurried out of the door and into the night. The kilometer long walk to town wasn’t bad, but it was cold outside. But you needed a cab to get to London, and to the apartment you were renting. It wasn’t an ideal situation, but it was what you needed to do.
Time seemed to freeze as you walked through the moonlight. The lights of the town slowly got closer and closer, shining like stars on the ground. It was close to 2am; you would need to stay in the small inn tonight before traveling to London early in the morning.
Luckily, the inn was on the outskirts of the town. It seemed to be mostly asleep when you finally reached it, save for the small light in the window. A woman was waiting at the front desk, distracted by whatever was on her computer screen. Her eyes focused on you when you entered, raising her brows.
“It’s awful late to be out right now, love. Want a room?” She asked.
Nodding, you pulled out your wallet.
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You weren’t able to sleep that night. When morning finally came, you could barely stay awake. But the day lay ahead of you, and you needed to get to London. It was time to start your new life. The ride over seemed endless; green hills stretched into nothingness for miles and miles. You supposed you had gone to London a few times in your life, but you could never remember. Life was contained in the countryside; it was a small world built by your parents, one they were determined to keep you in.
In the meantime, before they had woken up, you had blocked your numbers. Their reactions to your sudden departure made you anxious, and you didn’t want them to find out where you were. Eventually, you would talk to them again- for now, no.
After a while, you could see London in the distance; gray and brown buildings blended together into one in the distance. You could feel the anticipation growing in your chest; soon, you would be at your new home. It was in a rougher part of the city, but it was still somewhat safe. Your job was near, and it was affordable. That was what mattered.
Once you were dropped off, you handled everything at the front desk and walked into your new apartment. It was small and slightly cramped, but it was clean and cozy. It had one bedroom, one bathroom, and a tiny kitchen that was big enough to cook in, at least. You didn’t start for a couple more days, so you figured you’d check out one of the pubs tonight.
Your parents had never let you go to one, let alone hangout with friends outside of your hometown. The thrill of independence was in the air, and you could really do whatever you wanted. You spent the rest of the day unpacking until the sun set below the horizon, and dressed to get ready for the pub. You’d never been to one, let alone drank any kind of alcohol.
The night was chilly, and you weren’t well clothed for the harsh, bitter wind that was blowing through London. Thankfully, the walk to the pub wasn’t far. The street was filled with bass bumping through the buildings, and neon lights coloring the streets. People were scattered on the sidewalks, laughing and talking to each other.
The pub was within eyesight; it was much larger than the ones surrounding it, and much nicer as well. Green and blue lights lit up the sign that decorated the front; it was called The Key, pub and bar. An interesting name for a pub, for sure. The bouncer at the front took your ID and let you in, and you were enveloped in a space you’d never been in before.
It was invigorating. Bodies danced on bodies, soaked with sweat and smelling of alcohol. The smell of alcohol itself radiated through the room, and the music seemed to shake the foundation. Lights blinked and spun a rainbow of colors on the floor, shining the dancers in a psychedelic light. You wondered what to do, and eventually wandered over to the bar. A crowd of people huddled around the bartender, who was taking orders left and right. This pub seemed to be insanely popular, and full of people who were well off.
You didn’t really know what to wear, so you came dressed in jeans and a short crop top. All of this at once almost seemed too much, but you wanted to experience everything at the same time. Everyone seemed to float around you, almost as if you didn’t exist. Caught in their own little worlds.
Except for one person. You felt the prick of their eyes on your back as soon as you walked in, burning holes through your skull. Finally, you glanced over to your right.
A young man, surrounded by a few people, hadn’t taken his eyes off of you since you entered. The mere presence of him almost made you gasp; he seemed to radiate immense power that you couldn’t pinpoint. Who was he? His brown eyes were addictive to look at, almost like a drug. He had short, brown hair, and a sharp jawline. His silk, black shirt was slightly unbuttoned, leaving the top of his abs exposed.
You knew he was important, somehow. His aura was almost suffocating; everyone in the room would pause to look at him from time to time. The other women were entranced too, but he paid them no attention as you finally gathered the courage to look him in the eye.
Everything went silent, and the hurricane of bodies and lights around you seemed to dim to nothingness. The two of you stood in a trance, looking at each other. A small smile danced on his lips, and he began to rise from his chair. There was only the two of you in this world, and everything else had passed away.
That was, until, a rush of bodies crowded around you; a loud, obnoxious group of young kids clearly intoxicated. You lost site of man.
The sudden music of the pub snapped you back into reality, and you fought to get through the crowd that had just enveloped you.
The entire night, you couldn’t get him off your mind.
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“She’s similar to the description we’re looking for, sir. And that one crucial piece of evidence suggests you could be right.”
The woman was dressed in all black, her unnatural red hair seeming to glow like a fire upon her head. Leaning back, she crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes.
“It doesn’t make sense, Tom. Nothing lines up, we know what happened and all the details. I’m not getting my hopes up, only to be wrong-“ she spoke, running a hand through her hair. Her voice broke at the end, slowly trailing off until silence.
The room was quiet.
Tom banged his fist on the table; like a clap of thunder, it resonated throughout the room and shook the desk. Pinching the skin between his eyes, Tom exhaled in an attempt to control his anger.
“I don’t care, damn it! Keep following her. If I see any more opposition I won’t be scared to eliminate you.” Every word was lined with fury. He seemed to spit each syllable out at her.
The girl’s eyes widened. She had never seen him act in this way before. Dropping her arms, she let her eyes rest on the floor.
“Of course, Sir. I’ll keep an eye on her.”
“Good. Eventually, introduce yourself. Befriend her. Then you know what to do.” Tom spun around and began to sort through papers on his desk.
Tanner sighed. It wasn’t something she wanted to do at all.
But could it be?
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HOPEFULLY YOU GUYS LIKE THIS!! I know the first chapter is slow, but it’ll get better from here :)
I'm a straight girl, Scorpio, a Ravenclaw but with a part Gryffindor. I am helpful, loyal, loving and tend to be ironic. I am shy at first but when I gain confidence I am fun. I like to listen to others. I hide my feelings (insecurity, fear, worry ...) and try to appear calm and keep others well and everything under control. Although I want to look tough I am emotional and sensitive. I would do anything for my family. I am also impulsive and honest.
I love the forest, having time to think alone, reading and hiking
I ship you with: Peter Pevensie!
Peter is also impulsive, so the two of you together make a deadly match. He loves your intense honesty and emotional sensitivity; because you two are similar, he understands you to your core. Often, he will take you out on small horseback rides around Cair Paravel and little picnics in the forest. Hikes are very common as well.
Peter, like you, will do anything for his family. He's protective of you even when you try to look tough, because he knows you're a softie on the inside. Your shy nature is what drew him to you in the first place, and he's been entranced with you ever since.
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For Marvel, I get Loki vibes? I DONT KNOW WHY
Your two personalities are definitely a contrast, which is why he was attracted to you. You're shy at first, and not abrasive- which intrigues him. He first met you on Asgard, in the palace. You know Loki as mischevious and vindictive, but he somehow has a soft spot for you in his heart. He'd do anything for you.
IMM SO SORRY ABOUT THE WAIT ON THIS BUT I JUST STARTED WRITING AGAIN. MUCH LOVE <3
Hello I can request a male personality ship for Narnia ? I'm a fun, bubbly and a happy go lucky girl. I'm a sunshine and I love spreading happiness, affection and love to others. I'm very cute and innocent or naive with the ways of world. People often take advantage of this and it leaves my hurt and sad. My friends always protected me thinking I'm too innocent to be hurt. I don't take life too seriously and stress about life as I always feel that whatever happens, happens for good. I'm extremely focused about my career in law, dance and singing. I'm a perfectionist and always hardwork so my work is 100 percent perfect. I can't handle extreme stress and pressure while studying as I have always been a topper in school. I love reading. I love traveling around the world and meeting new people and to know about their culture and tradition. I love reading and I'm a voracious reader. I have been singing and dancing and giving performances since the age of 10. I love intellectual and philosophical discussions. I'm a very simple girl with very few close friends. I love kids as they make me smile. I work for NGOs as I believe helping other people gives you more happiness than money. For me, my parent's word is everything. I have been the good girl and I have always followed rules. I have always longed for a love where we build and grow together and always have the love never gets less even after years of being together.
Thank you so much.
I ship you with: Caspian!!!
As someone who grew up studying many things, Caspian loves to have those discussions with you. You're a perfect match for each other; Caspian and you will often have dates in the library. Simply, you'll spend the day cuddling together and debating what you read. He loves your innocent nature and is your support system whenever you're stressed or anxious; he helps you understand you don't have to be perfect at everything. He loves you exactly the way you are.
As someone who spent much time traveling the seas of Narnia, Caspian will surprise you with random trips to distant lands. He loves seeing the world as much as you do, and will get you trinkets and gifts from the lands you visit.
Caspian is fiercely loyal and protective of you, and he plans on spending his life with you. Settling down in the countryside is the perfect idea for him- your souls are perfect for eachother.
prologue.
You never expected your parents to explode to this severity. The house was filled with loud voices, and your Father had slamme
Mob!tom Holland x reader
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“She’s similar to the description we’re looking for, sir. And that one crucial piece of evidence suggests you could be right.”
The woman was dressed in all black, her unnatural red hair seeming glow like a fire upon her head. Leaning back, she crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes.
“It doesn’t make sense, Tom. Nothing lines up, we know what happened and all the details. I’m not getting my hopes up, only to be wrong-“ she spoke, running a hand through her hair. Her voice broke at the end, slowly trailing off until silence.
The room was quiet.
Tom banged his fist on the table; like a clap of thunder, it resonated throughout the room and shook the desk. Pinching the skin between his eyes, Tom exhaled in an attempt to control his anger.
“I don’t care, damn it! Keep following her. If I see any more opposition I won’t be scared to eliminate you.” Every word was lined with fury. He seemed to spit each syllable out at her.
The girl’s eyes widened. She had never seen him act in this way before. Dropping her arms, she let her eyes rest on the floor.
“Of course, Sir. I’ll keep an eye on her.”
“Good. Eventually, introduce yourself. Befriend her. Then you know what to do.” Tom spun around and began to sort through papers on his desk.
Tanner sighed. It wasn’t something she wanted to do at all.
I might have reached this in the past? Can’t remember. Either way, THANK YOU! I love all the support my writing is getting and it’s amazing. Y’all are great! Thanks for 600!!!
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