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Part VIII: But Daddy I Love Him

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Pairing: Hugh Jackman x F!Reynolds!Reader

Summary: You plan to tell your dad your secret...but it doesn't go as planned.

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: Forbidden romance. Dad’s best friend. Big age gap (Reader is mid-twenties to early 30s, Hugh is his own age). Angst. Violence. Blood. Attempted sexual assault.

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Before You Begin...As I mentioned before, this is an important chapter so I wanted to take my time with it. I'm excited, but also scared that it won't live up to the hype and won't be worth the wait.

Gonna give y'all a head's up. There's a brief scene of an attempted sexual assault in this chapter. I'll put it in red so you can skip it if you want to.

Even though this chapter is a lot (no smut sorry lol), I still hope you enjoy it!

He can't hurt you. He can't hurt you. He can't hurt you.

It's hard to believe that Chad used to give you this wonderful feeling. Butterflies in your stomach. A beating heart. The feeling like you were the most special person in the world. You'll never forget when you first met him at the Nickelodeon Kids Choice Awards. It was love at first sight.

You didn't go home with the award for Favorite Movie Actress. But you gained something even better. Or so you thought.

Now, whenever you hear his name, you get a bile taste in your mouth. His voice makes your skin crawl. You remember how sickeningly sweet it sounded when showered you with compliments, but then the next minute his voice would be raised as he berated you for something you did.

Now he's standing here, at the front door of your father's house. You're angry at him for having the audacity to come here. You feel concern considering that your younger siblings are just inside the house. You want to keep them as far away from Chad as possible. And you certainly don't want your dad to worry. Let's just say Chad is lucky that it was you who answered the door.

You ask, "Chad, what are you doing here?" Before saying this, you close the door.

He looks at you as if you're stupid. "Why do you think I'm here? To see you."

"Why?"

"Don't go looking at me all accusatory, hun. I'm just a guy who wants to see his girlfriend."

"Ex-girlfriend. We're not together anymore, Chad. Have you not heard the news?"

"You should know never to listen to the tabloids."

"Oh, I know. Those same tabloids that framed me as the villain who left her poor innocent boyfriend."

"Well, you did break up with me."

"Yeah, but they lied about the fact that you're innocent because, in case you've forgotten, you cheated on me."

"That's actually what I want to talk to you about."

Your stomach sinks. You know this routine all too well. "I don't want to hear it, Chad."

"Well, you should. I'm sorry. I made a mistake."

"At least one mistake. That I know of. Honestly, it's very likely that she wasn't the first person you hooked up with when we were still together."

"Ok, fine. But you said 'made.' I've changed. I realize how stupid I was. Won't you give me another chance?"

This was usually the point in your routine when he would tell you how much he loved you, maybe even put his arms around you. And you'd always fall for it.

Not today.

"I've given you so many chances. You've asked me to stay so many times and I always have but now..."

"And you always found your way back to me. I think that says a lot. We have so much history together, hun. We've been through so much. I love you."

"If you love me then why did---"

Chad raises his voice, "If you say I fucking cheated one more time I'll---" You jump back. Chad had quite a temper and no matter how many times he lost it, it always frightened you. But to his credit, this time he at least realizes he overreacted and lets out an exhale.

"Right. I'm sorry."

"I've heard those words a million times," you mutter under your breath. Chad gives you a death glare, but you don't cower. Not this time. "Look, Chad, we're through. Forget it. I want someone who's going to be loyal to me. Who's going to treat me right. Who isn't going to put his dick inside multiple women and call it an accident."

"I won't do that anymore. I can treat you right, hun."

"No. You can learn your mistakes and treat your next girlfriend better. I'm never gonna trust you again, Chad. I'm sorry."

Chad just stands there. For once, he has nothing to say. He doesn't try to fight back. You take this opportunity to tell him one last goodbye before heading back inside. But before your hand can reach the doorknob, he grabs your wrist and turns you around.

"Sorry, hun. I just can't let that happen. I need you."

"Leave right now," you say through gritted teeth.

But he grips your shoulders tightly and pulls you closer. "Come on, hun." You try to escape him, but he's too strong even for you.

"Chad, quit it! Let me go!"

He says, "Maybe you need a reminder of how it feels to kiss me. How good it feels."

"No I don't!" you exclaim. "All I need is for you to go away, you pig." Chad leans in to try and kiss you. You scream and try with all your might to get him to release you, but to no avail. You're not religious, but you pray that someone will---

Suddenly, Chad is yanked away from you. "Get the fuck away from her!"

You immediately feel a wave of relief wash over you when you hear that voice.

Hugh grabs Chad by the collar. He goes full Wolverine and Chad looks genuinely terrified. He's no match for a literal superhero.

"Leave her alone! Do you hear me?" Hugh growls. You've never seen this side of him.

You see a new side of Chad, too. He's practically trembling and begging, "P-please. Don't hurt me." Is he serious? Or is this some kind of trick? You can't tell.

But whatever it is, Hugh seems to genuinely believe that he managed to scare the shit out of Chad. He loosens his grip and Chad slowly backs away before disappearing. But you just know he'll be back. You know him. He always gets what he wants.

Hugh doesn't give a shit about that. He rushes over to you. You're practically shaking after what happened. You recoil when Hugh grazes your shoulder. His hand immediately backs away. But his beautiful hazel eyes never leave yours.

It's enough for you to wrap your arms around him. He returns the favor, squeezing you tightly and keeping you warm from the chilly November air. The fear fades away. For now at least. It's like you're home. Hugh's large hand cups your cheek so you're looking at him.

"You ok, sweetheart?" Hugh asks. "He didn't..."

"No," you say, "he tried to but...nothing happened. Thank you so much for that."

Hugh doesn't say "you're welcome." He pulls your face closer so your foreheads are touching. Now both of his hands cup your cheeks as your hands tightly grip his shoulders. As if you're worried that if you let go, you'll fall. But you just know he'd catch you if you should fall.

"I got you. I'm here," he whispers. You close your eyes and sigh. You're coming back to...

"Oh my fucking God."

Your heart drops into your stomach when you hear Chad's voice again. You turn your head to make sure it's him. You wish it wasn't. Anyone could spot you and Hugh like this except him. Hell, you'd take your father walking in on the two of you like this. But sure enough, you see him. He looks stunned.

"So that's it? You moved on?"

"No I didn't," you insist. "Hugh is my dad's friend he was just che---"

"God, Y/N, do you think I'm stupid? You think I wouldn't suspect anything from...that? You're the one that's stupid. Like you've always been."

"Hey!" Hugh points at Chad. He shields you with his arm as he threatens, "Don't you dare talk to her like that! I'll have you know that she's very intelligent. You're the problem. You're dating a wonderful woman and you go and cheat on her?!"

You don't know if you should feel warmth for Hugh sticking up for you or fear for what may happen next.

Chad holds up his hands. "Ok, ok, ok, old man. You trying to stick up for her? Stick up for your girl? Just a reminder that she'll always be my girl."

You groan and push Hugh's arm to the side. "I'm not your girl!" You stomp right up to Chad. "For the last time, go away! I've told you time and time again that I can't forgive you! You've treated me like crap so many times and I won't take it again."

You can sense Hugh flash a brief but powerful smile of pride behind you.

"So are you two together or not?"

"That's none of your business, Chad."

"Yes it is! Because you're my---"

"If you call me your girl one more time..."

"Come on, you need me, hun. I was trying to help you. I was just being honest with you when I told you that you weren't good enough to host a talk show. Now I hear you are going to host one. You're gonna make a fool of yourself. Why? Because you're gonna bomb so hard, you'll come crawling back to me and apologize."

Hugh marches closer to him and says, "You bastard," through gritted teeth.

And then, before you know it, he punches Chad square in the jaw.

"Hugh!" You throw your hands over your mouth. You didn't think this sweet man you've grown to love had a violent streak in him.

Chad stumbles back at bit and massages where Hugh punched him. He tries to hit back, but he's no match for the man who's been playing a superhero for 24 years. Hugh shoves him. Chad actually manages to slap him, but he only gets the upper hand for a minute. Hugh pushes him to the ground and when Chad tries to get up, the older man won't let him. It soon results in a roll around on the ground with a lot of slapping and grunting.

You know you have to stop this, so you try and pull Chad off of Hugh. You figure he would be easier. Chad was a former Disney pop star after all and not some superhero actor with a well-built body. But unfortunately, he is stronger than you and he violently pushes you off. You scream as you fall on your knees harshly.

You can feel something sting. Please don't let it be bleeding please don't let it be bleeding. Blood always made you nauseous. You reluctantly look down to see some oozing down your leg.

Before you can faint, you hear a familiar voice: "What's going on out here?"

Thank God. Hopefully your dad can put a stop to this. You look his way. But instead of racing to break up the fight, he makes a dash towards you. He’s definitely in protective dad mode, determined to get to you.

“Y/N, what happened? Are you ok?” He quickly kneels down beside you.

“I’m fine.” You try to cover up the blood with your hand. Your dad seeing you like this will make the situation even worse. You distract him with, “Look, you gotta break them up! It’s getting really bad.”

Your dad looks at Hugh and Chad. Then you. Then back at the fighting men again. With regret on his face, he takes Hugh by the shirt collar and says, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy there, Hugh.”

He manages to get Hugh to stop. Your lover's face changes from one of a thirst for revenge to one of “oh shit.”

“Hey, Ryan,” he says with the most fake smile on the planet.

Your dad just looks at him with confusion. “What the hell is going on, Hugh? Why are you…”

But when your dad sees who Hugh was beating up, his demeanor changes completely. Chad is just laying there, stunned by the fact that he got beat up by freaking Wolverine.

“FUCKING CHAD!” By the way your dad says this, you have a feeling your ex-boyfriend may have to face Deadpool, too.

You grimace at the pain in your leg. Hugh’s focus shifts from Chad to you, and he doesn’t hesitate to be by your side. He leans down and whispers, “Are you…did…” And when he looks down at your leg and sees blood dripping onto the ground, he’s mortified.

“Oh my God…I…sweetheart…”

“You think you can come here to my house unannounced? After what you did to my daughter? My little girl?” Your dad continues to chastise Chad.

But everything else he said drowns out. Your palm continues to act as a bandage as you cup Hugh’s cheek so he’ll look into your eyes. You whisper, “You didn’t do anything. It was Chad. And me I guess. Probably shouldn’t have tried to break up a fight like that.”

Hugh's voice shakes. “Still, I shouldn’t have…”

“Shhh, it’s alright. I’m fine. I’m gonna be ok. It’s just a little blood.” You’re not fine. Blood is your worst nightmare. But you won’t tell him that. You give him a kiss on the forehead to let him know that he could never hurt him.

But you’re so intent on assuring him that it isn't his fault that you forgot that there are other people in your world besides you and Hugh.

“Are you fucking blind?” you hear Chad laughs, as if he’s taking pleasure in what he’s about to do. “It’s so clear there’s something is going on with them.”

Your hand slips from Hugh’s cheek. But it’s too late. Your dad is looking at both of you. It’s hard to tell if he’s confused, angry, or hurt. Maybe a bit of both.

You don’t hear what the men are arguing about. Or if they’re even arguing. You’re alone with your thoughts. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You and Hugh had a plan to come to your dad’s house for dinner. Then after the kids went to bed, you would tell him about the two of you.

Fucking Chad wasn’t supposed to do anything.

But it comes as a surprise to you when your dad turns to Chad and says, “You know what, Chad? That’s bullshit.”

You and Hugh exchange confused glances. At first you’re relieved that your dad doesn’t believe Chad. But then you remember that you were planning on telling him anyway. If he asked you right then and there, you’d have to be honest and tell him.

Chad is just as puzzled as you and Hugh are. “But I saw them…”

“Saw what? My best friend being nice to my daughter because of something you did? Just a reminder that you never treated her right. She’d call me or my wife or her mother and cry on the phone for hours about something you did. Yet she still stayed with you because my daughter, being the compassionate person she was, couldn’t bear to leave you thinking it would hurt you. Well guess what? You ended up hurting her, you dumbass. Considering how you kept telling her over and over again that you’d remain devoted and loyal to her but then cheated, probably multiple times, I don’t think I’d consider you to be a reliable source of information.”

You’re impressed. Your dad rarely goes on rants about people like this. He only saves it for people he’s mad at or just doesn’t like. For the millionth time today, Chad looks like he’s about to shit his pants. Why did he think it was a good idea to come here?

“Now I’m going to ask you to leave. Never come to house again and stay away from my daughter.”

Chad shifts his gaze from your dad to you and Hugh. He looks rather disgusted by the thought of you with someone who isn’t him.

“I don’t know where you got the idea of the two of them dating, but it isn’t true. So don’t you dare go telling lies to the press.”

Chad gives you a death glare. From the corner of your eye, you see Hugh’s hand twitch. Like he wants to reach out, kiss your palm, and tell you everything will be alright. But he can't.

When Chad is finally gone, your dad asks you if you're alright. But he's not soft. Something still isn't right.

He helps you up and has you put your arm around his shoulder so he can walk you inside. But when Hugh offers to do the same, your father snaps at him, "We don't need your help."

Hugh is taken aback. So are you. With the overwhelming emotions and the desperate attempt to stop the bleeding with your palm, the world won't stop spinning.

Your dad leads you to the kitchen and immediately gets supplies needed to clean the wound. Your little sisters watch with terror and worry. Blake comes in carrying Olin. She gasps at seeing your wound.

"Y/N! What happened?" she asks.

You open your mouth to answer, but your father does it for you: "That little psychopath Chad came by and him and Hughey over here got into a fight. She got caught in the middle and got hurt."

Blake can tell something is wrong. She hands Olin off to James and tells the kids to go upstairs. Betty pleads with Hugh to play with them, but your dad responds, "No. He needs to stay here. The adults need to discuss something important."

The kids are disappointed, but head upstairs anyway. Blake and Hugh exchange uneasy glances. The pit in your stomach gets deeper. The moment you’ve been dreading has finally arrived.

As your father continues cleaning off your wound, he asks, “So, is what he said true?”

“Really, Dad? Now?” you ask.

“It’s just a question.”

Once the bandaid is fully secure on your wound, Blake suggests, “Maybe we should sit down in the living room.”

You hop off the counter and limp. Your eyes finally meet Hugh’s. You want nothing more than to run right into his arms. You long for his strong arms wrapped around you, holding you close. But now isn’t the moment.

The two of you sit down on the couch, but keep your distance from each other. Your father stands in front of the two of you while Blake keeps to a corner. It’s like you’ve been caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar.

Oh how you missed the days when that was your biggest worry.

Your father crosses his arms. “So, just tell me the truth. Are the two of you…is there actually something going on?” He tries to sound stern, but you can hear the tremble in his voice.

Hugh opens his mouth, but you know that you have to be the one to say it:

“It’s true.”

For the past few weeks, you played out various scenarios in your head of how this would play out. The optimist in you hoped that your father would fully be on board with this relationship, congratulating you two. But the realist in you always knew how this would play out.

Ok, you never expected your ex-boyfriend to expose the relationship. That actually made the situation much worse. You curse Chad for fucking things up.

Meanwhile, your father…he doesn’t say much. He’s still trying to process everything.

So you try and say, “Sorry to keep it from you. And especially sorry it had to be this way. We were going to tell you tonight. I promise.”

Your dad finally says something: “I knew it. I denied it, but I just…I kept telling myself it wasn’t true.”

“Wait, what?” Hugh asks.

“That night at the penthouse. When you two sang the La La Land song. The way you two were looking at each other. I thought it may have just been acting. You two are very good actors after all. But nope.”

Blake gives you a sympathetic look. Hugh is about to reach out to hold your hand, but then your dad asks, “How long has this been going on?”

You gulp. “Since I came to visit last August. Remember that night I told you I was going to meet Flo? I…I actually went to go visit him at his penthouse.”

Hugh adds, “And when I went to Los Angeles for a few days because of work stuff? I went for her. I missed her and wanted to spend more time with her.”

Normally the memory of that trip made your heart skip a beat. And you must admit that you felt a sense of pride when Hugh said he had been missing you. But all that quickly went out the window when your father, now more pissed off than ever, asks his best friend:

“So you’ve been fucking my daughter behind my back for that long?”

“Ryan!” Blake scolds.

“The kids aren’t here, Blake.”

“I don’t care. That’s such a vulgar way to talk about your own daughter. Calm down.”

“How can I calm down? He’s been using my daughter.”

“Using?” Hugh was also appalled. “Your daughter has a mind of her own.”

“Do you know how much she’s been through? She just got out of a relationship with a man who treated her like shit from their first few dates all the way up to their breakup. You took advantage of her!”

Now it’s your turn to stick up for Hugh: “For your information, I was the one to pursue him. I kissed him first. I went over to his penthouse and begged him to have me.”

“Are you serious? He’s almost three decades older than you. He’s older than me!” Your dad turns to Hugh and asks, “How would you feel if I was seeing Ava behind your back?”

“What the fuck, mate?” Hugh was disgusted by this suggestion. “Why would you even say that?”

“Exactly! That’s exactly how I feel about this!”

“Ava is 19! She’s still very much a teenager. Your daughter is a full grown woman.”

“By the time my daughter was born, you were a full grown man! She’s not that much older than your own children! Can you not see how twisted that is?!”

Blake made her way closer to her husband and put a hand on his arm. “Ryan, you gotta calm down.”

“Are you serious, Blake? You think this is in any way okay?”

His wife doesn’t say anything. She’s thinking deeply about something. Then she admits, “I started getting suspicious around the same time you did. And trust me, I was weirded out by it, too. But then I realized that this is the happiest either of them have been in a long time. Hugh was in a dark place after he and Deb split up. Y/N was miserable during her entire relationship with Chad and felt lost after the break up. But that day Hugh came to dinner, the night after they first got together, something felt different about them. They felt more relaxed. Happier. Something had changed. It may take a while for me to fully embrace it, but I think they’re happy and that’s all that matters. I’m going to give this a chance because I love them both. And you should, too.”

Your dad’s tensed features melt away to reveal a much softer man. You finally get the courage to take Hugh’s hand in yours. He gives it a gentle squeeze. Both of you remain focused on your father. But you don’t need to look at each other to know that you’re there for each other.

But just when you think that you were out of the woods, your dad looks down at your intertwined hands.

“No. I…I don’t think I can accept it. I don’t think I can allow it.” Then he says to you specifically, “I can’t let you get hurt, Butterfly.” He’s pleading.

But you’re not having it. “I’m not going to stop seeing him. You can’t make me.” You take a deep breath before saying, “Dad, I love him.”

You thought your father would be relieved to know that there was love between you and Hugh and not just lust. But it does nothing to change his mind.

“You don’t know that you love him. You’re probably just saying that because…”

“Because what?”

“Nothing.”

Part of you wants to know what he was about to say. But another part of you doesn’t.

You’ve had enough. Tears sting your eyes. “If you can’t accept who I love, then I don’t see a reason for me to stay.” You stand up and gesture to Hugh, “Come on, let’s go.”

Hugh reluctantly stands up. Whereas your father seems sad that he hurt you, he doesn't hold back when talking to the man he once considered his best friend. “Fuck you, Jackman. I was there for you when you and Deb split and this is how you repay me? By turning my own daughter against me?”

“I didn’t turn your daughter against you,” Hugh responds. “You did.”

Your dad is at a loss of words. The two of you just walk out, not even daring to glance back at the man who played such a big part in raising you to become the woman you are today.

Neither of you say a single word the entire car ride back. Hugh keeps his eyes on the road, not even looking at you. It’s raining outside. Of course it’s fucking raining. You can’t look at the droplets of water running down the window anymore. You’re using every bit of strength you have left to not cry. You can’t. You won’t.

The walk back from the car to the penthouse is still silent. You briefly look at Hugh in the elevator but then look away. And you can briefly feel his gaze on you.

You race up the stairs to your room and slam the door shut. Finally, every emotion you’ve kept hidden releases. You having to confront Chad. Seeing blood after getting pushed to the ground. Finally telling your dad and it not going well.

You knew he wasn’t going to accept it. But somehow, it’s worse than you imagined. If everything had gone as planned and you and Hugh had been the ones to tell him, it might be slightly better.

Fucking Chad.

You scream into your pillow. Tears pour down your cheeks and onto the sheets. You let it all out. You’re alone and you’re not afraid of looking like a hysterical mess.

You wish it didn’t have to be this way. You wish Hugh was a man closer to your age and not someone almost a decade older than your own father. You wish he hadn’t been your dad’s best buddy. You wish you weren’t famous. You’re dreading the day when you have to announce your relationship to the public.

You’re so overcome with emotion that you flinch when someone places a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, it’s me.”

You love that voice. That voice sounds so soft and concerned. You don’t even look at him, you just bury your face into his chest.

Hugh’s back is against the headboard as he leads you into his lap. He cradles you. Soothes you. Places a kiss on the top of your head. Rubs a hand up and down your back. Whispers words of reassurance in your ear.

“Shh. There there. I got you, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”

He really is your guardian angel.

It takes about an hour for you to calm down. Hugh asks you if you’re okay. When you promise him you’re done being an emotional wreck, he tells you he is going to make tea. He places one more kiss on your forehead before leaving the room.

In the meantime, you look at your phone. You got a text from Blake telling you that she's here if you need to talk. You smile. She's such a true friend. She never revealed your secret. You decide you’ll return the favor by never telling your dad that she had kept such a big secret from him.

Speaking of your dad, he hasn't texted you yet. You imagine he needs time. He has a lot to wrap his head around. You're willing to give him time, though you imagine Thanksgiving will be awkward. If you decide to go that is.

You send Flo a quick text:

my dad knows. told him tonight. well, chad told him. he's not happy. call me when you get the chance? xo

So now three of the many important people in your life know about you and Hugh: Flo, Blake, and your dad. There are still a lot of people to go. Your mom and step-dad. Hugh's kids. Your younger siblings. The rest of your friends.

Timmy is going to be in New York soon for a movie premiere and the two of you planned to meet up. Perhaps he could be the next person you tell? Not on the night of his movie premiere. That's his night. (He asked you to be his plus one). You two talked about lunch before he left. You'll think about it.

For now, you want to focus on the man who has just come back into the room. Hugh is carrying two mugs of piping hot tea.

"Made just the way you like it! Sugar and milk," he says as he hands you the mug.

"You are such a saint. Love you so much."

"I know you do."

You give him a pointed look before kissing him. Hugh sits right in front of you.

"Cheers!" You hold out your mug. "To it being just the two of us after a disaster of a night."

Hugh chuckles as your mugs clink together and you both take a sip. You hum. You were thirsty and this helped a lot.

The two of you drink your tea in silence. When Hugh is done, he quietly says, "You know we're going to have to talk about this."

"What?"

"Tonight."

You sigh. "Yeah, I know. I don't want to talk about it right now. Just want to enjoy some time with you. To be honest, you're the only person I really want to be with right now."

"Really? Good."

You can sense something is wrong. "Hugh? You ok?"

"Yeah."

You're not buying it. You set the mug down and scoot closer to him. Your knees touch, but you wince. Hugh is alarmed by this and the both of you remember that's where your cut was.

"Oh, shit, I'm so sorry I meant to ask..."

"No worries, Hugh. We kind of had more important things to worry about than some stupid blood."

"...How you feeling? I'm so sorry that happened."

"It's fine. Really."

He places a gentle kiss where the bandaid is. "Does it hurt?"

"Not any more."

Closing remarks...Well, there it is folks. The one you've been waiting for. Chad getting beat up AND Ryan finds out. Told you it was a big one lol. Not gonna lie I'm super excited to see how y'all react to/analyze this one.

The next chapter will probably be a filler chapter. It'll be a good mix of fluff and smut as a palate cleanser after this emotional roller coaster part. (We'll see her reaction to the Australia photos!) I have a good idea on where the story will go, though I'm not sure exactly how many parts we have left. I'll let you know when I know. (It's also subject to change 'cause I'm that kind of writer lol)

Not sure when this will be. I wanna get at least one or two requests done but I'll also be working on some other stuff and heading out of town with my dad from the 10th to the 15th. I'll work on it when I can!

You want to know something funny? The movie premiere of A Complete Unknown is mentioned in this and I'm seeing that movie tomorrow! I'm so excited! I know nothing about Bob Dylan but I'll watch Timothee Chalamet in anything soooooo...

Another important announcement that I have mentioned a few times but I'll mention it again. If you were previously on the taglist but aren't anymore, that's because I scrapped it and started fresh. So if you were on that previous list and want to be added again, please let me know! Or even if you just discovered this series and want to be added please let me know <3

Again, thank you all so much for reading! Please let me know what you think. Send in your questions & comments either in the comments section or my inbox. I'd love to chat! All rude comments towards the story, the people who like this story, or me will be deleted. If you don't like it, then don't read. Don't forget to reblog and follow me @princessanglophile for updates and other content. Have a lovely day everybody!

Also FUCK CHAD

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cherryfrosted · 6 months ago

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How about a one shot for the Tightrope series where we just see Hugh and Reader spending their day together, whether it be fluff or smut, like cooking or trying tiktok trends and things like that?

It definitely doesn't have to be written right now but the oneshots could help build up to the next chapter

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

List of works

Tightrope Series Masterlist

Pairing: Hugh Jackman x F!Reynolds!Reader

Summary: You and Hugh have your first Christmas together.

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Forbidden romance. Dad's best friend. Age gap (Reader is late 20s-early 30s, Hugh is his own age). Tiny bit of angst. Mostly fluff. Some talk about having kids. Smut---Teasing. Hair pulling. Oral sex female receiving. Handjob. Riding. Some breeding kink. Unprotected p in v sex (she's on birth control but still, don't be silly wrap your willy)

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Before You Begin...This takes place in the Tightrope universe but could be read as a standalone. I will tell you there is a spoiler for the upcoming part, but it's also one that you can kind of see coming lol. You'll probably know what I'm talking about once you read it.

Also, recently I made an announcement regarding the taglist that I would be scrapping the old one and starting a new one from scratch. So if you were on the previous taglist but aren't on this new one, that's why. No worries at all! Just tell me you want to be added again and I'll do that for you.

I don't own Hugh Jackman or any of the real people in this fic. I only own Y/N Reynolds and any other original characters. This is just pure fun and not meant to reflect any of the real life people they are based on. Hope you enjoy!

Christmas has always been your favorite holiday. When you were little, it was because you loved waking up to presents underneath the tree and dressing up in a fancy dress for Christmas Eve mass. But as you got older, you developed less shallow reasons to love the holiday. The snow. The films. All of the traditions. And most of all, family.

You wake up with the feeling you always feel on Christmas Day: warm and fuzzy. But when you reach your arm out, you realize that your boyfriend is missing. You fell asleep in his arms as you did every other night. He's usually there when you wake up.

But this morning, he's missing.

"Hugh?"

You shiver as you pull the covers off. You make your way out of your bedroom to look for him. You have barely left when you hear his laugh. You curiously creep down the steps and see Hugh sitting at the table with his laptop open and his earphones in. Perhaps he was FaceTiming someone. His kids?

Whoever it was, Hugh looks genuinely happy. His grin is wide and the corners of his eyes are crinkled. You love seeing him like this. He's most definitely talking to his kids. The kids he spent some time with in Australia recently. The kids who have yet to know about your relationship with their father. But you aren't looking forward to the day when Hugh finally tells them.

Suddenly, his eyes catch yours. "Actually, kiddos, I gotta go." Your eyes widen in alarm and you slowly back away before sprinting back to the bedroom. You quickly pull the covers all the way over you and hide. You hear the door open. "Hmmm. Where could she have gone?" The creaking of the floor gets louder. You tighten your grip on the covers.

But it doesn't help. Hugh yanks the covers right off you. "There she is! There's my princess." You try to slip off the bed, but he cages you between his legs and kisses you.

As soon as his lips part from yours you say, "Merry Christmas, angel." You reach out to cup his face and are instantly relaxed at the feeling of his stubble against your thumbs.

"Merry Christmas, sweetheart. You look so pretty."

You scoff. "When I just woke up?"

"Of course! You always look pretty no matter what." Hugh's fingers trace your face before moving to the collar of your red plaid pajamas. "And this. You look adorable in this."

"Thank you. You don't look too bad in yours." He had on plaid pajamas, too, only his were dark green.

"Stop it, darling. You flatter me. But you know what?" He pulls up your shirt so your stomach is showing. "I think you'd also look really good with these PJs off. Always love seeing you naked in my bed." You giggle and playfully slap his chest.

The wink he gives you makes you wet.

The two of you head downstairs. You offer to make hot chocolate, and Hugh agrees.

"Don't forget marshmallows!" he adds.

You look at him as if he just said the most ridiculous thing ever. "Marshmallows are the most important part of hot cocoa! That and whipped cream!"

"Do I have whipped cream?" Hugh asks himself. "Oh wait, I do! How could I forget! I licked some off your tits a few days ago."

While he gives you a cheeky laugh, you shake your finger at him, "If you want to fuck me again, just say it, Jackman. I'd gladly let you."

"As tempting as that is, Reynolds, I want some hot cocoa. Normally I'd chose sex, but this is an exception."

"I want to be offended, but I don't blame you. I'd chose hot cocoa over sex every time."

While you make hot cocoa for you and Hugh, your minder wanders off. You wonder what your family is doing now. For the past few years, you've spent it with your dad and his family. But considering you and your dad aren't on speaking terms, you can't go over to his house. Or call him.

"Y/N?" You snap out of your thoughts and notice Hugh is standing by you, worry laced across his face. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing." But he's not buying it. You sigh, "This is just my first Christmas without either of my parents in a long time. I miss them. Despite everything."

Hugh nods. He steps closer to you. "Sorry to hear that, sweetheart."

"It's fine, really."

"No, I...I hate that I'm keeping you away from your family."

"Well, my dad can't accept that I'm in love with you. It's his loss." You try to sound like you don't care, but it's no use. Your voice cracks.

Hugh pulls you into a big, warm hug. He holds you as you sniffle into his chest. His large hand rubs up and down your back. "Anything I can do to make it better?"

"Can you find a hypnotist that'll get him to accept our relationship?"

"I can try. But I don't know if I can find any who are working on Christmas." The two of you laugh together. "No but seriously, is there anything I can do for you?"

An idea forms in your head. "You could...distract me."

Hugh's lighten. "I know we said we were going to open our gifts after the hot cocoa, but I can give one to you now."

You ponder this. You figure that you had barely started on the hot cocoa and you could wait a little bit longer.

"Let's do it!"

Hugh takes your hand and leads you out of the kitchen. He looks very eager. It must be a special gift. He sits you down on the couch and picks up a small box laying underneath his Christmas tree. The one you two had decorated together. Hugh comes back with the box and kneels at your feet.

"Here you go, princess," he says as he hands it to you. You run your fingers along the wrapping paper and rip it open.

"It's a box!" you exclaim as you hold up the white box. Hugh chuckles. You do open the box and see two tickets. You take them out to figure out what they are exactly and see...

"Holy shit! Australia?!" You look to Hugh for confirmation.

He nods. "You were so bummed you couldn't go that I had to make it up to you. I know it's about a year from now but...the weather will be great plus it'll be something to look forward to."

"And hopefully by then everyone will know about us! Oh, Hugh! Thank you so much!" You wrap your arms around him. "I've never been to Australia. Hopefully you can be my tour guide."

"Oh, absolutely! I grew up there. I'd love to share it with you."

"You better wear those sexy little swim trunks."

"Only if you wear a bikini."

"Deal."

"But wait, why'd you put plane tickets in a box?"

"Wanted to keep the suspense going."

******

Once the hot chocolate is done, you and Hugh get to opening the rest of your presents. The two of you sit cross-legged on the floor by the tree. The fireplace crackles. Snow falls down outside the window. All you can think about is how excited your sisters would be. It would be a perfect distraction for them so Blake could make Christmas dinner without a bunch of little girls causing chaos in the kitchen.

"Sweetheart?"

Your head snaps from looking at the snow to looking at Hugh. He doesn't ask how you are feeling like he did before and just hands you a present.

From then on, the two of you take turns opening presents. It's funny how different your gift giving methods are. You get Hugh two big expensive gifts while he gets you several small inexpensive gifts. (Minus the trip to Australia of course) But it doesn't matter. He loves his new coffee maker and his wallet. It isn't just any wallet. It's a wallet that has his initials and 3 "claw marks" on it.

Hugh must have heard what you said you like. Most of his gifts are much less expensive, but they are just as meaningful. A Yankee candle of your favorite scent. A special edition of your favorite book. A tote bag with a map of your favorite European country on it. A calendar. He even gotten you a truth or dare game, only this version was the "sexy edition" only meant for couples.

"Figured we could play later," he sent you a wink. You've been intimate with this man countless times for the past few months and he never failed to make you hot and bothered.

After the presents are opened, not much happens the rest of the day. You have a light lunch. The two of you are going to make some lasagna together and that always manages to fill you up. You have a marathon of the animated Christmas specials (Rudolph, Frosty, Charlie Brown, etc.) In between the specials, you two would take a break and have a quick make out session.

After you finish watching every animated Christmas special you hadn't watched yet this year, the two of you set to work making the lasagna. You work well together, making sure each person contributes an individual task so the work can get done as quickly as possible.

Then, after dinner, you and Hugh sat down to watch Meet Me In St. Louis. During dinner, you mentioned that you hadn't seen it and he insisted on it. It was a family tradition of his. And you wanted to watch all of the animated specials because you always watched them with your family. It seems only fair that Hugh gets to pick the movie that means a lot to him at Christmastime.

When Judy Garland first shows up, he points to the screen and says, "Just so you know, that's Judy Garland! Screen legend."

"Oh, I know," you say. "I've seen The Wizard of Oz countless times."

"And I played her son-in-law, Peter Allen, in The Boy From Oz and---"

"---You won a Tony Award! You know, you're lucky that you're sexy when you're bragging, Hugh."

"Oh am I?" he quirks an eyebrow. Hugh leans forward to give you a big wet kiss.

You wrap your arms around him and rest your head on his shoulder. Hugh's hand remains around your shoulder. You enjoy the movie, but it's also hard to focus on it when he's just being so adorable. The way he sings along to the songs and shares behind the scenes facts. His musical nerd side comes out and you love it.

Then it gets to the scene where Judy Garland's character sings the most iconic song in the movie to her sad little sister Tootie:

Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light Next year all our troubles will be out of sight

Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make the yuletide gay Next year all our troubles will be miles away

You've tried not to think about the situation with your family all day. And for the most part, it's succeeded. But as you sit there, you can't help but think of how all of this drama is going on during a time that is so special to you.

And you begin to wonder if things will ever be the same. Will you still be fighting next year? Will you and Hugh even still be together? It's gnawing at the back of your brain the entire song.

Once again as in olden days Happy golden days of yore Faithful friends who are dear to us Will be near to us once more

You look in Hugh's direction. His teary eyes are still glued to the TV. It's unclear if he's thinking the same thing you are or he's just getting emotional at the scene itself. You refuse to let him worry, so you turn your attention back to the screen.

Someday soon we all will be together If the Fates allow

At these lines, Hugh pulls you closer. You didn't think that was possible. He kisses your temple and wraps his arms even tighter around your middle. He does know.

But he won't say anything. And you're thankful for that. You don't want to have another "everything's going to be okay" or "sorry your dad isn't speaking to you right now" conversation. All you need is for Hugh to be by your side.

Until then we'll have to muddle through somehow

Yeah, you're going to have to muddle through all right. You know eventually you're going to have to tell Hugh's kids. They’re going to be elated with their dad dating someone not much older than them. And then there’s the stupid fucking public. Once they know, you’ll never get privacy again.

But you’re not going you’re going to think about that now. All you want to think about is your two favorite things: Christmas and cuddling with Hugh.

And have yourself a merry little Christmas now

Once the movie ends, Hugh asks you what you thought of it.

“Oh, I enjoyed it very much! Can’t believe I’ve never seen it. I’m a big musical fan. Wish they made more movies like this. If only we had actors who could sing and perform working in Hollywood today.” You dramatically shrug your shoulders, “Oh well.”

“No actors who can sing in perform working in Hollywood today, eh?”

“Nope. It’s too bad because I really think…”

“I actually think you can sing, princess.” You eye him suspiciously. Hugh is giving you a hungry look and his hand is caressing your thigh. He moves onto his knees so he’s right in front of you. He begins to pull down your pajama pants as he teases, “I’ll show you how well you can sing. With my help of course.”

His words makes your pussy throb. And as he runs his fingers through your folds, you whimper. “Feel good, princess?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good. Just relax while I take care of you. Give you another present. But I wanna hear those moans. Can you do that for me?”

“Uh huh. Anything for you.”

“Good girl.”

Hugh asks permission one more time before parting your legs further. After you nod, he dives right in, licking a long stripe up and down your pussy. You whimper. Hugh focuses on your clit, sucking on the small bud and grazing it with this teeth.

“Oh, fuck. Babe. Feels so fucking good.”

Hugh hums. He seems proud of himself. It gives him motivation to continue licking his way through your folds. His hands grip your pajama-clad thighs.

On your end, your fingers tangle Hugh's curly hair. You pull on it, which makes him grunt. He’s been growing his hair out and you love it. You’ve always had a thing for men with curls so the fact that Hugh looks sexy with it makes you go even more feral for him. And you love to play with it, whether be in a wholesome or lewd moment such as this.

You’re moaning and mewling and making every noise imaginable. You hope all of New York City can hear you. You want the entire world to know how this man makes you feel. That your age difference or his friendship with your father doesn’t matter. What matters is how he treats you.

You can feel the knot in your belly. You’re so close. You tell Hugh this and he encourages you to cum on his tongue. Who are you to deny your man? Especially on Christmas. Your arousal reaches its peak and you pull his hair tighter than before, making Hugh himself groan.

His mouth reluctantly leaves your pussy, and he’s smiling at you. Your arousal is shining on his lips. You pull him in closer by his collar. You can taste yourself on his tongue.

Now it’s your turn to make him feel good. You reach your hand into his pants and squeeze his cock. Hugh lets out a groan. You move your hand up and down his shaft.

“You’re so good at me that, princess. Love your hand around my dick. Love you playing with me fu…”

“Good, Hugh. Love when you’re like this. Taking your Christmas present so well.”

You continue this, but Hugh refuses to let himself cum. He sits back down on the couch and pulls his pants down all the way. He guides you down onto his cock.

Without hesitation, you begin riding him. The entire penthouse is filled with both of you offering the other incoherent words of praise and the sound of your skin slapping. Hugh’s hand finds your ass and gives it a firm squeeze. You massage his shoulders as you continue riding him.

You’re normally hot and out of breath when you’re having sex with him. But the wool pajamas are making you even more sweaty than usual. Hugh rubs your clit between his fingers and you just know you’re on the edge of another orgasm. What finally tips you over the edge is his cum spurting inside of you.

Hugh cums inside you at least once a day. If you weren’t on birth control, you would no doubt be pregnant with his child. You’re not ready to be a mom, but the thought of him getting you pregnant thrills you. You’d love to see how people would react to you and Hugh walking hand-in-hand as you’re cradling your growing stomach.

You’d never tell him this. Hugh already raised two kids. You have no idea if he wants to do all of this again.

As the two of you come down from your highs, you press your chest against Hugh’s. Both of you still have your pajamas on. Last time you had fully clothed sex was that night in his car. Feels like ages ago. Your relationship was still very young. It was barely even a relationship.

And here you are, four months later, spending Christmas with him and madly in love with him.

Once you slip off of him, Hugh blurts out: "I want to take you somewhere. Now."

You blink. "What?" You want to make sure you heard him correctly.

"Let's go somewhere."

"Go somewhere? Like in public?"

"Yeah."

You can't believe what you're hearing. "But what about..."

Hugh checks his phone. "It's 11:30pm on Christmas Day. I doubt there's anyone out. But if it would make you feel any better, we can go incognito."

Not too long ago, this man didn't want to tell your own families about your secret relationship. Now here he is, suggesting the two of you go out in public? Does Hugh have a twin brother that he switched places with?

He senses your hesitancy. He holds your hands in his and says, "If you're not comfortable with it, we don't have to. There was just something I wanted to show you. Experience with you. But if you're..."

"I'd love to!"

Not long after, you and Hugh are bundled up and rushing down the streets of New York. There's barely anyone there, but you had done your best to cover your faces with scarves and hats just in case. But at this point, you don't care if the two of you get caught. You just want to know where he's taking you.

But when you finally reach your destination, it doesn't surprise you.

It's the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center.

You've seen him post about it a million times and you've heard him talk about it excitedly for hours. You know how much Hugh loves this tree. The look he currently has on his face, one of childlike excitement, further proves it. Similar to when you were watching Meet Me in St. Louis, it's hard to admire the gigantic sparkling tree. Why would you when you can look at the adorable, beaming man right beside you?

"Isn't it a beauty?" Hugh asks, never taking his eyes off the tree.

You look back at it and say, "Yes. It's incredible."

"But there's something more incredible."

"What?"

"Or sorry, I should say someone."

The two of you are facing each other. He gives your gloved hand a gentle squeeze. You feel refreshed. Relieved that you can hold hands out in the open. That you don't have to keep your relationship to the confines of his penthouse.

You kiss his cheek and say, "Merry Christmas, angel."

"Merry Christmas, sweetheart. I love you."

"Love you, too."

Closing remarks...Had to include the Australia trip and the curly hair somehow so here you go 😊 And don't worry, people. We will see her reaction to those glorious photos 🥵 Also turns out Reader has a breeding kink, too 👀

Hope you liked this! Wanted to give y'all something while I work on Part VIII. It's a very important chapter so I want to take my time with it to get it done the best way I can. Really hope it'll be worth the hype. It truly makes me happy that all of you love this story just as much as I do 🫶🏻

Oh and also the reason this part is super fluffy and sweet is because next part of the official Tightrope story will have a lot of angst in it so buckle up folks ok bye

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