𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔢 / 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈

hayden murdoch. thirty five. magnate

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𝔣𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔞, 𝔠𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔬.

“ i mean, i’m pretty sure kids aren’t too picky about what santa brings. toys are always gonna be more exciting than a piece of paper. ” he shrugs. “ though i have no idea what standards kids of this generation have. ”

    “the kids aren’t picky at all, i am. that’s the problem.” he was sure that any kind of present the kids would receive, they would absolutely adore. but, he wanted it to be perfect. to make up for the fact that he’d been absent in their lives recently. “i was told trips to ibiza and iphones would suffice.”

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𝔥𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔰, 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔬𝔱.

Margot glanced to the person who had stopped at her left hand. A smile ghosted across her face and she shrugged in response. “Probably not, though buying for kids is easy. Wait until they are teenagers, it’ll be iphones and holidays in Ibiza then.”

       “easy?” he scoffed. “i’ve been staring at this isle for more than an hour and my cart is still empty.” aggravation was a feeling that inflicted him to his bones at the moment, despite the nonchalant exterior. it was hard to buy presents for kids who already had most things.

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𝔪𝔲𝔫, 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔬𝔡𝔬𝔯𝔞.

‘’ skip the deposit and just give them cold, hard cash. i’m sure they’d appreciate that much more. ‘‘ frankly, theo hadn’t seen a cheque since she was a small child and she couldn’t imagine that they were still in use by anyone under the age of 65. ‘’ have you tried, say, ASKING them what they’d want ?  ‘’

     he didn’t expect anyone to answer his question, but he could definitely use the feedback of someone... young. “alright then, we’re talking about children below nine here.” he pursed his lips in thought. “asking them ruins the whole thing. i gotta make it seem like santa gave them their gifts—you know what i mean?”

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𝔞𝔡𝔩𝔢𝔶, 𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞.

Ella sighed and gave the attractive man a knowing smile, she’d taken one afternoon off to go to a toy shop to look for something that Sidney would be interested in for more than 5 minutes but was failing miserably. “I fucking wish,” she huffed and pulled a shit minion toy off of the shelf, “why are these ugly things still around? Swear to God. I even preferred Frozen to this.” Ella recklessly shoved the minion toy back on the shelf, before -in typical Ella style- knocking over about 10 other boxes of minions onto the floor. “See, they’re evil really, they’re coming for me. Fuck it, a cheque it is. Anyway, you’re not the oldest - not quite, anyway - looking dad in Mayfair, if they’re not old enough to know it’s Christmas then.. you’re safe, right?”

      frozen? was he really that out of the loop in the parenting world to not understand what the lady was referring too? he was about to ask her, when cardboard boxes rained over her. he quickly helped her out of the mess, picking up the toys and placing them back up on the shelf. “you okay?” he asked if only for formalities sake. “they’re all old enough to know christmas, but i’m sure they still believe in ol’ saint nick. i need to sustain that illusion,” he sighed. “got some tricks? one parent to another?”

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𝔱𝔲𝔠𝔠𝔦, 𝔳𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔞.

     “five years ago is when i became a mum.” she says and orion is clinging to her and then she’s staring at hayden. even the people at the bar got quiet when hayden speaks up about her parenting abilities. “ – lauren? can you take orion for me? jennifer should be here any second. i need to speak to hayden in the back.” her jaw is clenched and she cants her head to the side before setting her son back on his feet. “you’re gonna go hang out with auntie laur for a little while, okay? and i will be home early tonight. i promise i’ll come in and give you a kiss, lovebug.” orion beams up at his mother and kisses her cheek before he rushes over into the attending bartender’s arms. victoria wastes no time grabbing hayden’s hand and yanking him into the back despite their considerable size differences, she wants to beat his ass. as soon as they’re in her office, she shoves him up against the door. “you ever question my abilities as a mother again? and i will shove my foot so far up your arse, you won’t know what KICKED YOU…he left my side for sixty fucking seconds and he is perfect. orion IS without a doubt his mother’s son. never, hayden. never tell me how to raise my child again.” her heart is racing because it’s been so long since she’s seen him and of course she’s flustered, he made her angry. there was no other reason. 

     a lot happened in five years, but before he could start to reminisce about the past he was being pulled to the back of the bar, which, admittedly, wouldn’t be the first occurrence for him. and for a quick second, as orion ran away, he swore the kid’s eyes were somewhat a reflection of himself. five years, he began to ponder once again. “someone had to tell you.” he answered, surprised he even let himself be dragged all the way back. “nobody in this damn pub had the guts to tell you. probably because they knew you’d react like this.” sure, maybe, he was wrong to judge her way of parenting, but he was he ever going to admit that he was wrong? not likely. “besides, you’re all talk.” he took one step closer to her. five years, a lot has happened, but some things didn’t seem to change. “if you’re gonna threaten me, better live up to it. i hate being disappointed.”

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𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔩, 𝔭𝔦𝔭𝔭𝔞.

          “unbelievable,” the blonde muttered under her breath, fingers clicking away furiously at her keyboard. december was, amongs other things, the most busy season what charities were concerned, and to say that pippa was swamped with work would be the understatement of the century. and now, to add to her frustration, it seemed that one of her more important donors had decided to pull at the last minute. “absolutely fucking unbelievable.” sensing the other’s presence, she looked up, brow cocked slightly. “sorry? didn’t quite catch what you were saying.”

     “you’re in my seat.” she really wasn’t. his seat was actually the one near the window, where he had the loveliest view of the bust street, which was currently being occupied by an old couple whose noses were deep in their newspapers. “could you move along.” he fanned a hand dismissively. truth was, this was an opportune time to get back at her for the numerous times she annoyed the living fuck out of him. her already built up frustration was just a lucky bonus. “i don’t want to have to repeat myself.”

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# gray!

𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢:

grayson murdoch-kennedy @mvrdoch

𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔢:

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𝔰𝔪𝔰/𝔦𝔪𝔰𝔤:

outgoing imsg → gray: don’t forget to pick up ur nieces and nephew at the airport!

outgoing imsg → gray: and if i haven’t told you already, liv is apparently with them.

outgoing imsg → gray [UNSENT]: hope you can stand her

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# for tori :)

𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢:

victoria tucci

𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔢:

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𝔰𝔪𝔰/𝔦𝔪𝔰𝔤:

outgoing sms → tori: you can’t keep hiding him from me, tor.

outgoing sms → tori: i’m his father. he DESERVES to know.

outgoing sms → tori: let me make up for the last five years.

outgoing sms → tori (UNSENT): besides, you didn’t seem to be so opposed last night.

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𝔱𝔲𝔠𝔠𝔦, 𝔳𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔞.

       she was filling out some paperwork and waiting for her son’s babysitter to come pick him up. he usually sat by her desk, but apparently he was on the hunt for trouble. at five years old, you could tell he was his mother’s son. “orion tucci! frankie! where is my son?! i told you to watch for him! i’m gonna kick all your arses, i swear to GOD!” victoria hurried out of the back and she saw her son standing in front of someone she didn’t think she’d see ever again. “orion tucci! i told you not to leave my side…” tori crouched down and gathered her son up into her arms before staring up at the man in front of her. “i’m his mother, hayden. thank you for being worried, but you don’t need to be.” she said and walks behind the bar.

       to say he was surprised seeing her here would be a lie. if anything, he had a strange feeling they’re paths would cross sooner or later. “your son? when did you become a mom?” the lighting inside the place was exceptionally horrid, thus making it impossible to actually get a good look and confirm his suspicions. “i don’t think you’re doing such an excellent job letting your kid run around unattended, in a bar no less,”  he lectured. “one thing’s for certain though, orion—if i heard his name correctly—is without a doubt his mother’s son.”

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      he’d only been residing in london for over a month and hadn’t been to enough pubs around the area to be sure with what their protocols were, but he was sure that they were no place for a child. “hey, are you lost?” he approached the boy. “are your parents here?” he felt alarmed, being a father himself, for the safety of the kid. one can never be sure of what lurked in places like these. “hey, i’m sorry to bother you from your duties,” he asked the attending bartender. “but have you seen where this kid’s parents are?” @trmblingspines

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𝔪𝔲𝔯𝔡𝔬𝔠𝔥-𝔨𝔢𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔡𝔶, 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔶𝔰𝔬𝔫.

“is your missus coming too?” gray inquired as he sat on a barstool in his older brother’s kitchen. “i’ve had the kids presents ready for a month now, got hol one of those faux rovers that she’ll hopefully ram into your ankles and take you down.” he grabbed for the spoon and stuck it in his mouth, letting the rich sauce sit on his tongue before swallowing and passing the spoon back to his older brother. “it’s good, did you add basil though? always better with basil.”

     he was silent for a few seconds before he found it in himself to reply, “liv can come if she wants to, although she’s not required to.” it wasn’t like he could completely ban his wife to spend christmas with them. the children would be crushed if they didn’t have their mother, and he couldn’t do that to them. “the image of that is already giving me a pretty headache.” he joked, plucking some basil leaves to throw in the pot. “and before i forget, i was thinking you’d be up for some babysitting while they’re in town.”

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     the fact that he couldn’t think of a suitable christmas gift for his own children was a testament to how far he has been neglecting them recently. “are cheques considered an acceptable gift for kids?” he asked no one in particular.

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     “so,” he cleared his throat. “your nieces and nephew are coming over for the holiday. i hope you’ve done your christmas shopping.” maybe we should’ve just ate out, he thought as he threw in a dash of salt into the pot of tomato sauce. “do me a favour and taste this real quick.” he handed him the spoon. @mvrdoch

[looks you in the eyes, pats your knee sympathetically] i don’t care

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i dont think im ever gonna use this gif for hayes but hav it :))))

i hav the shortest intros ever rip @ me but ya head over here for more info. honestly it;s thE worst intro ever and not much but lov him nyway

( matthew daddario, male, he/him, thirty five ) have you seen hayden murdoch, the magnate around mayfair yet? they’ve been living in london for the past month. i’ve been told they can be quite debonair and apathetic, and perhaps that’s why people insist they’re reminded of skyscrapers, suits, reading newspapers at coffee shops and sleepless nights when they’re around.

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