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t-lostinworlds · 5 years ago

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Extra (Tom Holland)

A/N: What is this? I have finished something? Me?? posting?? A FIC? WHAT? Is the world actually ending!?!? I think I’m funny but I’m not, clearly. Glad to be out of my writing rot tho aha. Hope you guys like this one!

Pairing: Tom Holland x Singer!Reader

Summary: You get a sweet but very extra surprise on your birthday nearing the end of your show.

Warnings: Fluff and my usual typos

Word Count: 5.5k+

Masterlist in Bio

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The sound of your phone just going off uncontrollably was what woke you up, and you were completely sure that it wasn't your alarm.

You squint your eyes at the bright glare of the screen, a huge contrast to your still dim hotel room. You literally had just woken up hence why the curtains aren't open yet, it's still a bit too early after all.

Flicking the ringer on silent, birthday greetings and messages from friends and families were still flooding through, your phone now vibrating instead of your loud ringtone, giving your ears a break.

As you read through and responded to all of them, you couldn't help but feel a little down after you realized you haven't seen his name yet.

Of course you feel grateful for all the sweet messages everyone has sent you, your heart is melting from all the love. But there's that slight disheartened feeling that you can't seem to shake, slight worry that your boyfriend might have forgotten about your birthday.

You haven't heard from Tom since yesterday morning, which now makes it almost a full day. After he texted you that he was going to be doing a lot of stunts and is probably going to be super busy, he then just disappeared, not even slipping in a text good night. You did let it pass though, because he might have been quite knackered after the shoot.

Message to Tom: Good morning bub <3 Just checking up on you since you haven't read or replied to any of my messages at all. Hope you're okay and haven't injured yourself Thomas. I really miss you a lot and I love you loads x

Your frown could only deepen as you hit send, still no response nor any sign that he's got your messages whatsoever.

Normally, it wouldn't really be a big deal but the last you've seen him in person was three months ago. He was busy shooting the third installment of Spider-Man all while doing a few projects on the side. And you, well, you're touring around the world.

You could be patient and blame it on the time difference why he hasn't greeted yet, but he's just behind a couple hours. Tom has made it a habit of always greeting you at midnight no matter what and where, he's just cliché like that, and it was definitely passed midnight in New York.

God, you sound so much like a whiny and ungrateful brat, but you can't help it, you just miss him so much.

Maybe you've gotten so used to always spending your birthdays with him so the first time that you're celebrating it from different parts of the globe, it does makes you sad.

You did try to make ends meet, but a week before today, he's brought you the news that he can't fly out due to conflicting schedules with some of the actors he's working with, and that it's critical that he's there on the day. To be the leading role of a gigantic movie, asking a few days off is never that simple.

On the other hand, you have a show today and tomorrow, so flying to him isn't exactly ideal either. You understand of course, you are sort of in the same line of work, but still, it doesn't make you feel any less gloomy.

With one big stretch, you placed your phone back on your side table as you slowly got out of bed, opting to go and take a shower to then head down and meet the crew for breakfast.

Maybe you'll hear from him later in the day.

* * *

It was late in the afternoon and still not a single word from Tom.

You were growing worried because it was so unlike him to be very cut off and silent.

Did he lose his phone?

You tried to contact Harry—who's with Tom currently—but he too wasn't responding. Everything was just off and odd altogether, the tiny pit in your stomach only growing bigger the more you worry and think about where your man is.

"Have you heard from Tom?" You asked with furrowed brows the moment Molly, your manager approached you on stage. Your hand found its way to fish your phone out of your pocket to check it for the umpteenth time, but still, no sign of him.

You were finishing up your final soundcheck before you were off to a mini get-together—snacks and drinks included—with some of your fans. It was your alternative to a meet and greet because you'd rather hang out and have real conversations with them than the whole quick snap and go.

She shook her head at you all confused, a slight glimmer in her eyes that you didn't quite catch. "Uh no, why?"

You sighed. Tom doesn't really contact your manager unless its important matters, so you don't even know why you're asking, maybe you've just grown desperate to hear even the smallest thing from him, just anything. "Never mind. Is it time?"

"Yeah, they're all waiting for you."

You simply nodded as you followed her off stage, handing the guitar over to your guy on the way.

Walking through the hallway, you kept your head down, eyes glued to your phone as you respond to more messages from people, but also checking if Tom has come back from ghost town.

You were aimlessly following Molly to wherever room or space they set up the get-together in, just watching her shoes and never looking up from your device. That, until you heard a few shuffling of rushed feet and a door being slammed shut.

"What was that? And what's in here?" You asked, eyes now trained on a door of what looks like another dressing room. Molly continued walking, so you kept following but with your gaze still glued to the door, curios as to what's going on inside because you definitely can hear a bit of ruckus.

"Oh just the staff, that's one of their rooms." She answered casually, not even bothering to give you or the room a glance.

"Is it weird if I just go inside and say thank you? Would that be too... intrusive?" You pondered, halting in your tracks as you contemplated on knocking. You just wanted to extend your gratitude for all their hard work, but you aren't sure if they were comfortable with you suddenly just strolling in.

"It's not weird at all hun, but you've got a schedule." She smiled at you sweetly, nodding her head towards the direction of the get-together.

"Oh right, yeah, let's go."

You gave the door one last look before turning on your heel to follow Molly once again, up until you reached another space covered in curtains. And the moment your bodyguard pulled it open, wide smiles on faces greeted you as they all sang in tune.

"Happy birthday to you!"

You laughed as you shyly shook your head at them. Warmth coated your whole body in an instant as love and pure adoration radiated off of the space, off of your fans.

You did as much as wave your fingers in the air as they sang, serving as a conductor because for the number of years you've been on this earth, you still have no idea what to do when people sing the birthday song to you.

* * *

"I can't thank you guys enough for being here with me tonight. You guys have been so incredible, you always are." You breathed out as your voice echoed throughout the whole arena. You looked at the thousands of people who came tonight to see you perform with a proud grin, their energy never wavering as they sing your songs back to you from each melody to lyric.

Adrenaline was pumping through your veins as you tried to catch your breath, taking the water bottle off of the floor and lifting it up to your lips to have a quick drink.

"Now, give me everything you've got for this last song alright?" You spoke into the mic once you've rehydrated.

"Wait, wait. Don't you guys agree that Y/N is killing it tonight?" Your pianist, Sara, interrupts, the crowd cheering in agreement at her input. "And judging by today's occasion, I think we all owe her a little song." She added, earning a hearty laugh from you as you brought the mic back to your lips.

"You guys don't have to—"

"Happy birthday to you!"

The song was played no matter your protest, Sara leading the crowd as she plays the tune on her keys, the rest of the band following suit.

Your laugh bounced off the walls as you stood there in complete awe. It was a beautiful sight to see, the crowd all singing in unison, lights up in the air as they pour all their heart to the simple yet special song. The song still filling you up with joy and warmth despite having heard it countless of times for the whole day, and the fact that all these people were there for you? It was definitely the icing on the cake.

"Thank you so much you lovely people, y'all are making me emotional. And they say the best way to spend your birthdays is with the people you love and the ones who love you, and they were absolutely right. I'm so blessed to have you guys tonight, because I do love you all very much." You stated fondly the moment they finished with a loud cheer, a hand placed right atop your heart as you feel it grow ten times its size.

"Y/N, we've got another something for you." Sara spoke before you could even get another word out, hand gesturing towards the large screen right behind you.

"Oh god, is this mission make Y/N ugly cry today?" You laughed, turning around just in time too see the tour artwork turning pitch black to then be replaced by a huge countdown.

5... 4... 3... 2... 1...

The crowd roared in delight as Mr. Niall Horan joined with Lewis Capaldi appeared on screen, large pints of Guinness on hand with their arms around each other as they give you their birthday greeting.

"Happy birthday Y/N! But since we're halfway across the world, we'll be there with you in spirit. Also, Lewis and I decided to celebrate anyway so cheers to you and have an amazing day." Niall chuckled as he lifted his beer up. "I'll make sure to have a good drink for you Y/N! We miss ya and we love ya!" Lewis added with a cheeky grin, and you couldn't help but shake your head at the two with a big smile of your own.

You've worked with them both on a few songs, and both were the funniest yet sweetest gentlemen you've met in the industry, especially when you put the two together.

Both of them emptied their glasses as they bid their goodbyes, Niall's loud laugh echoing throughout the arena when Lewis spilled before they disappeared on screen.

The crowd went even louder once Shawn Mendes' pretty face appeared on it next, sporting his usual bright smile as he gave you his short but sweet greeting. "Happy birthday Y/N! Wishing you all the best in life since you deserve all of it! Can't wait to work with you again soon! Have fun on your birthday honey!"

You shook your head in disbelief. An amused smile was plastered on your face, still unable to fathom that a few years ago you were a huge fan of him. And now you can say you've worked with him, even call him a friend. Funny, how the universe works.

Alessia Cara came up next with a smile, wide and bright, you're heart melting to see one of your greatest and closest friends. She's just a pure and kindhearted soul, a rare beauty. "Hey there you lovely and amazing woman! Happy birthday! I miss hanging out with you a lot but I shall see you soon! Keep conquering the world Y/N! I am so proud of how far you've come and you deserve every bit of success that comes your way. Again happy birthday! Have an amazing one and I love you!" She blew you a sweet kiss and waved you goodbye, tears already brimming in your eyes at all the love and appreciation thrown your way.

Next were Zendaya and Jacob Batalon, who you've grown close with through no other person than Tom. Both were clearly on set sitting on directors' chair in their characters' outfits. Both looked a little tired but they still greeted you with wide smiles nonetheless.

"Happy birthday Y/N!" They screamed in unison. "We wished we could be there with you to celebrate your birthday but you already know how these things go." Z pouted, Jacob copying her as well and you couldn't help but giggle. "But soon when we get a break we will catch up and celebrate your birthday." Jacob added with a knowing grin. "Anyway! Duty calls so enjoy your birthday and have great one! We love you!"

Then friends and family came up on screen, ones who you've missed most having been away from them for so long and that's when you felt your heart ache a little. Happy tears were brimming in your eyes as each of them shared their lovely messages, saying how proud they are for how far you've come. And when those words come from the people who you truly care about, it means the absolute world.

The next person to share their video message didn't help with the tears either, a hushed sob escaping your lips the moment you saw his familiar face.

The crowd behind you screamed at the top of their lungs the moment Thomas Stanley Holland appeared on screen, handsome face sporting that sweet and charming smile as he sat in his trailer wearing his Spider-Man suit.

"Hello darling. My love, I'm so gutted that I'm not there so celebrate your birthday with you. If I could teleport myself by your side right now, I would in a heartbeat, but anyway, happy birthday sweetheart!" Tom exclaimed joyfully, grin all beaming and you couldn't help but miss him even more.

"Oh, where do I start? Well, I can start by saying how proud I am of you, so so proud of the gorgeous, powerful, strong and successful woman that you've grown to become. You've worked so hard to get where you are today and it fills me with so much happiness knowing that you're out there traveling the world and doing what you love the most." The crowd cooed at Tom's sweet words, your heart was already melting at the seams as more tears threaten to spill, and he wasn't even done yet.

"You deserve the whole world if not more with how kindhearted and compassionate you are. And gosh you make me feel so happy and loved. I feel so lucky to have someone like you in my life, I can't even begin to describe to you exactly how much, and if I tried? Then we'd be here for hours on end. And lastly—because I'm being called to set right now, if I wasn't I'd be talking about how amazing you are some more—I am truly, madly and deeply in love with you Y/N. You are my world and I hope I make you feel loved every single day, because you truly deserved to be."

"Tom they're waiting for you."

"Yeah, just one more minute." Tom calls out to someone off shot before his eyes landed back on the camera, staring straight at you through the screen with a guilty smile. Guilty because it pains him that he's not there with you. "I love you dearly, and I miss you so much. I'll make it up to you I promise. Once again, happy birthday to my beautiful girl and I shall see you soo—"

All of a sudden the screen went static, Tom's words being cut off as you heard nothing but white noise. Then everything just went black, the whole arena dark as the night as gasps of surprise and screams of panic echoed throughout its walls.

Tell everyone to stay calm Y/N, we're fixing things up.

Your sound guy spoke in your in-ear. You nodded despite the fact that they probably can't see you due to the darkness. Turning back around to the audience, you spoke into the mic. "I'm sorry guys, just technical difficulties. Just stay in your seats in be calm, the lights should be back on in a minute."

And as if on cue, the crowd screamed as the power turned back on. However, after a few seconds, they turned unusually rowdy, too rowdy for it to be only that reason. Slowly you got the feeling it wasn't only because of that, judging by the volume and power of their cheer, and by a few fans pointing at the stage as if they're seeing something you aren't.

For a split second, you met eyes with Molly who was right by the side of the stage. She had that all-knowing grin on her face as she pointed towards something behind you.

Confused, you turned around, jumping in sheer shock when you were met by a hanging, upside-down person dressed in a red and black Lycra suit, face all covered with a mask making the identity of the person pretty much unknown.

Your heart beat quickened as you stumbled back on your feet at the sight of the person, your brain registering it back to a specific boy—one who you saw on screen minutes ago wearing the exact same outfit—even if there was no confirmation as their face wasn't even shown. Your whole body was trembling from surprise, excitement but also worry that it might not be who you think it is under that mask.

Emotions were all over the place as you stared right at upside-down, masked-face of Spider-Man who held a birthday cupcake in hand.

"No, no, stop, please, is this a prank?" You croaked out, shaking your head as tears started to escape your eyes, question a must because you're having a really hard time believing what you're seeing.

It's been a long day, you just really wanted to make sure that what's happening is real and not just a figment of your imagination. You had to make sure that it wasn't the desperation of you missing your boyfriend painting pictures in your head. Not only that, but to really be sure that it's actually him under that mask.

"Guys! Don't even play! Please don't get my hopes up. That's a stunt double right?" You asked into the mic as you looked at your band and the rest of the crew for answers, who gave you nothing but wide smiles. You just feel like it would be too good to be true, and you really don't want to face disappointment if it wasn't him.

On the other hand, out of all the things they could have done to prank you, why would they choose this? It's a bit cruel to prank someone on their birthday now doesn't it? Especially when it involves playing with their emotions?

Unless, it's not a prank at all and you're getting way too ahead of yourself.

Mr. Spider-Man beckons you over, finger pointing at your hand to which you held the mic. With tears already clouding your vision, you moved closer slowly.

Reaching a close enough proximity, you had one hand over your mouth to silence your whimpers as the other lifted the microphone up to where Spider-Man's mouth is supposed to be. And the moment he spoke, you've lost any sense of control over your emotions or your sanity, his voice just too familiar for it to be someone else's.

"Why don't you take off the mask and find out yourself darling?"

You shook your head at the upside down boy as joyful tears streamed down your face, shaking hands lifting up to hook your fingers on the edge of the mask, pulling it down and removing it fully to reveal the face of the man you love.

"You sneaky bastard." You laughed tearfully, Tom only grinning at you all proud, his face now turning redder as the seconds pass by, being upside-down and all.

"Happy birthday sweetheart." He chuckled, offering you the cupcake, which you took gladly, balancing it with the mic on your hand. You were unable to form any more words as you stared at Tom, still unable to believe that it's actually him, and that he's here, in the flesh.

The crowd started to chant the word "kiss" over and over, making you throw your head back in pure laughter.

"We should do the kiss." Tom wriggled his eyes brows at you, mischievous smirk in play and you couldn't stop your eyes from rolling at your boy. But still, you gave in anyway as you cupped his face softly, your heart skipping a beat at the feeling of his warm skin against your palm.

You brushed the tip of your nose with his with a hum, moving closer until there was no space between you two as you captured his lips in yours, all while trying to manage the whole upside-down situation.

Tom sighed in pure satisfaction to finally feel your lips on his after months of being deprived from it, your touch making him feel like he's floating, which says a lot given the fact that he was already hanging mid-air all while being upside-down.

The kiss didn't last long though, too many prying for you two to cherish the moment. The crowd, on the other hand, cheered in amusement at the extremely cliché but sweet gesture, you and Tom giggling between the kiss at the loud support.

"Okay, I'm actually getting dizzy now." Tom laughed once you pulled away, hand gesturing for you to move just a little bit farther, and when you did, he flipped himself right-side-up with ease. A few guys then rushed on stage to help him with the wires, and once they were off, Tom turned to you with a sweet smile, face coated with wholesome contentment to finally see you in person again.

"You're actually here." You whimpered, fresh tears wetting your cheeks some more once he stood right in front of you.

"Aww darling, come here." Tom cooed with a soft chuckle, arms wrapping around your frame as he held you close to his chest, pressing a sweet kiss on top of your head. You couldn't contain your sobs as you buried your face on the crook of his neck, the smell of his perfume filling you up quickly and it only made your grip around him tighten.

You just miss him so damn much, and to actually have him here on your birthday, to be holding him so close after months, it was making every fiber of your being emotional.

"I haven't missed your birthday, not a single one, ever. Why would I start now?" He whispered against your hair, swaying you from side to side in a comforting manner, a soft sigh coming out of you as you felt your heart grow with even more love for this man.

"I still haven't decided if I hate you or love you for doing this." You giggled with tiny sniffles, pulling away to get a proper look at his handsome face, the face that you'll always be glad to see. Hate because he almost gave you a heart attack and for making you worry about him for being gone for a day, and love because, well, he's here now isn't he?

Tom only shot you a wink. "I'll tell you all about it later." He says, hand reaching down to take the microphone from you.

"Hey everyone, I'm Spider-Man." The crowd roared at that, Tom laughing in pure glee, all proud of his choice of words as he slings his arm over your shoulder and pulled you to his side. "I just want to thank you guys for supporting this amazing woman right here. I've been watching the show from the very start and you guys have been incredible."

Tom turned to look at you lovingly, smile coated with delight and adoration, voice layered with nothing but certainty. "I love this woman a lot, so thank you for making her dreams come true and for making her happy."

With just that, you were able to conjure even more tears as you looked at Tom all adoringly with a small pout. The boy stared at you with just as much love, cooing at your reaction as he gave you a soft kiss on the forehead.

How have you managed to get so lucky?

"Right, I'm done crashing your show so take it away my love." Tom finished as he handed the microphone back to you. Giving you one last warm squeeze and a peck on the lips to match, Tom was then waving goodbye to the audience and disappearing side-stage to watch the rest of the show.

Taking in deep long breaths, you turned to the audience with a laugh. "Okay, wow. Mission Ugly Cry is a success then. I haven't see him in months okay I couldn't help the tears."

"I wasn't expecting that at all as you can probably tell by my reaction. How am I supposed to top that now?" You rubbed your temple in feign worry, the audience cheering you in mere support.

You were still sniffling from all the crying along with your throat being little dry. And you were thankful for waterproof mascara otherwise you would've looked even more horrifying.

"God I'm such a mess, can I have some tissues please?" You asked, looking around the crew for help as you attempted to wipe off the tears with your fingers.

Instead of the staff, Tom ran back out with a box of tissues and a bottle of water in hand, making you shake your head in utter hilarity at how corny he is. You couldn't hold back your laughter when he handed you the box of tissues, pulled a couple pieces and held his fingers under your chin as he wiped your tears for you, all gingerly as if he was retouching your make up. After that, he opened up the water bottle to help you drink, then fixed your hair up jokingly and squeezed your nose playfully right after.

Once he was done with, he gave you a chaste kiss on the cheek, waving one last time at the crowd before returning back to side-stage.

"My new assistant everyone." You joked, keeping your eyes on your boyfriend with a grin you can't seem to wipe off. Tom mirrored your expression as he gave you two thumbs up in support for the last song, and with that you turned back to the crowd with a deep, satisfied sigh.

"Right, let's go out on a high note."

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"Absolutely killed it." Tom praised, engulfing you in a warm embrace the moment you got off stage, a soft thank you coming out of you as you squeezed him back.

On your way back to your dressing room, You kept each other close, his arm slung over your shoulder with yours around his waist as you walked through the hallway.

"I'm not leaving your side by the way. I missed you too damn much and I'm not going to waste any second by being a little far from you." Tom shot you his best puppy dog eyes combined with a cute pout, a sweet giggle escaping your lips that made Tom's heart melt ten times over. "Well, I'm not complaining."

It wasn't that long of a walk from the stage to your dressing room but you had time to kill, so you turned to look at your man with a curios glint in your eyes.

"Tell me how you've managed to pull off this extremely over-the-top surprise? I mean, you could've just showed up in my dressing room and I would've cried just as much." You pointed out. Not that you didn't like what he did, you loved what just happened, every second of it, but you cannot deny that what he did was as extra and cliché as one can be.

Tom shrugged with a chuckle, "I know. But I wanted it to be special, you deserve nothing but. And you've got to admit, dangling upside-down in the middle of the stage during your show, all while dressed as Spider-Man is pretty impressive. Plus, we did the kiss. I'd say it's an amazing birthday surprise."

"It is amazing. I just happen to forget how extra you are sometimes." You teased. "I am, but you love me for it." Tom retorted back with a smirk, causing you to roll your eyes with soft laugh.

"Yeah, I do. Thank you so much bub, you always make my birthdays memorable." You sighed, wrapping both your arms around him with a smile full of gratitude. Tom planted another kiss on your forehead, a bright smile on his lips to match yours as he hummed. "Anything for my angel."

"Now, details Holland."

"Right, managed to pull some strings a a week ago and was able to ask few days off, so the whole conflicting schedule wasn't entirely a lie but it wasn't as serious as I made it out to be. Flew out last night right after the shoot. I couldn't handle just lying to you which is why I didn't respond to any of your messages in case I slip up. I'm sorry about that love."

"And then out of nowhere I thought how awesome it would be to pop up as Spider-Man in the middle of your show and do the famous kiss, so I asked Marvel a favor and thank goodness they let me borrow the suit. Called Molly to tell her about my plan, she helped quite a lot. Arrived here earlier this morning, did a test run with the wires and all that while you were still back at the hotel. Changed into the suit to then wait for the time. Oh! And if you actually looked up from your phone earlier down the hall on your way to your get-together, the whole surprise would've been ruined."

You gasped as you smacked his chest lightly. "That was you! I knew something was up." You felt really played, knowing you could've seen him if you did as much as peek up from your phone. But then again, it would've ruined the whole thing, and you really don't want to change anything that has happened today, so you're glad you didn't.

Tom could only laugh at your reaction, giving your pout a sweet peck before continuing. "The video messages were planned a long, long time ago but we made a few edits at the end of my bit to make it dramatic and here we are now."

And just as he said those last words, both of you now stood in front of the door of your dressing room. If there's one thing you always tend to be surprised about Tom, it's his impeccable timing.

"You are something else Thomas." You gushed, referring to today's escapade and just in general. You really are so lucky to have someone like him in your life, so thoughtful, caring, kind and just all around amazing.

You don't really know what came over you but the moment he opened the door to your dressing room and are your way inside, just knowing that you two were finally alone, you grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him down, crashing your lips on his as you pushed him back against the door, closing it shut in the process.

Tom chuckled lowly at the sudden change in mood, hands taking home on your waist as he relished the taste of your lips, one he's missed so bad.

The thick fabric of his suit was starting to irritate him for he just wants to feel your skin on his fingertips, especially after so long of not having to touch you. It got on Tom's nerves even more when he felt it grow even tighter than it already is.

And when you started to nibble on his bottom lip as your hands inched down his body slowly, Tom groaned, pushing you away gently, just for a little room to breathe. "Darling, it's very uncomfortable, borderline painful when I get hard in this suit, you know that." He grumbled, brown eyes a shade darker as his grip on your waist tightened.

You giggled, recalling all the times you've teased him whenever you came to visit him on set. "Hmm, let's get you out of it and go back to the hotel then."

Tom's bottom lip got caught between his teeth at your suggestion, your insides churning as he looked at you lustfully, a deep rumble erupting from his chest when he said,

"We definitely should. After all, this isn't the only surprise I have in store for you sweetheart."

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selenecrawford · 6 years ago

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Selene Crawford: The alliance, The truth and The Secret

Warning: not that I can think of except maybe cursing if you see it.

So this one took me a bit to make, I’m grateful for all your feedback, reblog and likes. Welcome to those who like to follow me. And I hope you guys like it. I’m having fun making this in a contradictory way lol. Thanks ^^. Enjoy!

After sometime getting them sited and organized without trying to kill each other Lancelot, Kincaid and the third man only know as Ian started the meeting.

“Thank you for coming today all of you. I know this is not the ideal scenario but we need all your help.” began Kincaid.

“As you may know Miss Selene Crawford is being targeted...”

“Excuse, me but who are you again?” asked Yukimura eyeing the three older men.

“Wait, how is possible that after one attempt you say she is being targeted.” was the next question made by Hideyoshi.

The three old men looked at themselves confused.

“My, our manners are lacking today. My apologies I am Lancelot Edwards this is my associate, Ian McCloud and you already know Detective Angus Kincaid. We are Selene's guardians when she was a minor.” answered Lancelot.

“As for your question young Toyotomi I think there might be a confusion here. Selene had been receiving suspicious letter threats for weeks now. She told us that she had been sometimes feeling followed from the office. Didn't you know that?” responded Lancelot not surprised.

“Oh boy, that girl, why is she always like this?” said Ian rolling his eyes.

“So wait, first of all who you guys are again? Second, she didn't told you anything Oda, Hahaha, that's rich.” said Kenshin.

“I don't want to rub it in Oda, but apparently Princess does not seem to trust you much uh?” Shingen's comment hit right home with Nobunaga, but showing them specially Shingen was not an option.

“You are wrong Mr. Takeda. Selene is not the type to lie. For her the term of “not mention it” does not fall into the category of lying. She must be thought on protecting all of you. And that includes you Akechi. She might be furious that you steal all the staplers on the office but she wanted to protect you from this including you.” said Ian. “That girl always thinking about others before herself.” Ian gave a head shake.

“So it was you after all Mitsuhide?” to accusation on and censorship on Hideyoshi was evident. But Nobunaga shut Hideyoshi's accusations with one look. Then turning to Ian he told him silently to keep talking.

“Selene was adopted by us when she was 15 years old she was a wild card, a spitfire of sorts, she gave us all sorts of headaches back then. Man was a wild girl, heh, heh.” At this point everyone was paying attention to the story. Kincaid took the lead after Ian gave a sight.

“When I found her at the police station she was considered a lost cause. So, we made a deal with the judge and put her one year in juvenile. After that she was release into our custody, and we trained her and gave something for a while...”

“A Home?” asked Sasuke.

“No, we gave her stability. When she lost her family she lost part of herself that day. She never let herself,heal that part, not until you guys came along.”

“I'm sure for you this is inconsequential, but you became the first thing that meant more than being stable. And for that we thank you.”

“OK, sorry to interrupt again but what does this have to do with us?” was Shingen's turn to ask.

“We believe, the person who is targeting her, will go to any length to harm her. We need as much help as possible to protect her.”

“ I appreciate it but I we can handle this alone.” said Nobunaga flat line.

“Then she will die Mr. Oda, Selene does not deserve that.” said Kincaid putting someone of the threats Selene had been receiving during the last few weeks.

Nobunaga took a look at one of the letters. Words wrote in what it seemed to be blood. “Is this...”

“Yes, Mr. Oda is blood. We got this letter when she called us three days ago asking for the snake.”

Mitsuhide just let one eyebrow raise in amusement, but remained silent. All this new information was being useful and he wanted to get as much as possible. So, for the moment he will play nice.

Nobunaga took another letter and examine it. The threads were one sentence and yet, were direct. Hate, and an edge of madness were the most commons feelings he could get. He felt identified with Selene now that he got more information about her past. And yet, a feeling of anger was there. Why she didn't trust them? Why? Putting the information aside , Kincaid laid a file on the table. Inside Nobunaga started looking at pictures and tables with report progress regarding Selene's training, weapons proficiency, martial arts training, information collection, and the list went on. But it was the last sentence that makes him squint his eyes and look at Lancelot in suspicion.

“Are you sure this is really the extend of her abilities?”

“She will never let you see her in action, Mr. Oda. This part of her is a very contradictory one. We had many times told her to be proud of what she can do. But she refuses to do so. For her these set of skills, will only bring her isolation and rejection.” was Kincaid's response to Nobunaga's question.

( As you know I have a past...) Nobunaga could remember the conversation they had yesterday. He remembered her eyes, the sentiment was sad and painful. To see her, admitting that she never considered the possibility of embracing her past was new and that he might be helping her lessen her burden with his opinion could help him understand her better.

“What do we know about this stalker?” Nobunaga wont admit to it he accepted the truce on his own way.

“Very well Mr. Oda this was a wise decisions, we are grateful for all your help. Mr. Takeda?”

Shingen took the backseat to hear what this whole story was about. He knew about the docks and their story. But Selene was the best secret being kept from anyone, including him.

“So she have all this training and she is not using it? Is there is something you haven't told us?”

“She doesn't have one drop of cold blood on those veins. She is smart, beautiful, kind, warmhearted and willing to always help those in need but also she is damaged. Still with all the things that had happened; Selene still choose walk the right path. So we gave her that option. It's a hard path but she didn't want it any other way. She surprised us with that angel she have, anyone who meet her likes her right away. That's why we decided to respect her wishes. After all is was...a tragedy what happened to her parents, to her.” said Ian with sorrow.

Shingen took this information with caution. Something was odd, and missing. But for the moment he will go with the flow. “So what's next?” he added to continue the ball rolling. As much as he hate it he will help Oda but for selfish reasons. No one will, take him down except him. He have to pay for all his sins but no one will take that right from him. This was Shingen's goal and someday he will get him.

“Selene needs to be protected, she can't be alone. And also the Dragon needs to know. So, since we broke her promise we have to call her and let her know.” was Lancelot turn to talk.

“Her promise?” almost everyone asked at the same time.

“Yes, she made us promised not to tell you, but after what happened yesterday, we took it as a sign to interfere.” with this Lancelot finished ask Nobunaga to make the call.

While the meeting was taking place, Selene and Masamune took their time to know each other. They started playing 20 questions to which their own respective surprise was one hell of roller coaster.

“Wait, a good piece of meat is considered Medium rare, well done is like getting a cardboard with seasoning.” said Masamune astonished to hear Selene's answer to the type of meat she likes.

“Well done is a suitable term for me and I had managed to make it delicious. It is you who is wrong Chef Date.” replied Selene challenging Masamune's comment.

“Really? This is incredible lass, you are a food terrorist. I can't believe this...”

“Me, what? Who is the one who don't drink coffee? I mean it's basically the western version of tea.” now it was Selene's turn to act offended.”You are the food terrorist, not me.” she tried to pout but couldn't help start giggling.

Masamune had to laugh at the sight he had before him. Selene was giggling and relaxed. They were taking their time to know more about each other and see if there could be something more. He admitted the kiss was a bold move on his part. It could had backfire, until she open her mouth and let him conquer her mouth. For the moment he will have to take his time and make his moves carefully. Although, Selene accepted him and admitted she is attracted to him, there is a level of shyness in her. He had noticed her touching her arms sometimes during the morning. Curious about that he shot his next question.

“So, you are like to cuddle or french kiss?” Masamune was delighted with the reaction he got from her. She stop on mid action. Opening and closing her mouth while her eyes started to widened and her face got a beautiful scarlet shade including her neck and ears. Completely off guard Masamune smiled and waited for response.

Selene was caught off guard, oh boy, how can she answer to that question without sounding like an idiot. Of course, the answer will be both, problem is that she doesn't know how to french kiss someone. Which took back to that kiss in the morning, he simply played all her fantasies in one move with that kiss. She almost became a puddle of slime on the floor after that kiss. But letting him know that? No, way, uh,uh. There no way he finds out she is still a virgin, although he will find it sooner or later if he indeed decides to keep being with her. Selene wreck her mind trying to answer that question when she suddenly saw Masamune's grinning like an idiot.

“Hey, why is that face for?” trying to change the subject.

“Well this is my face, kitten and don't change the subject I want to know the answer, come on,” Masamune knew right away she was embarrassed.

“Oh, time out, we need more tea.” with this Selene went to the kitchen to make more tea and started pouring water on the kettle when Masamune entered the kitchen and got closed to her on the kitchen sink. He walk behind and whisper to her ear. “Something wrong kitten?”

Selene turn around to find herself face to face with Masamune. She found herself mute at the look of desire and tenderness with which he was looking at her. Without losing eye contact, he turned off the faucet and sit her on the border of the sink. Masamune smiled softly while landing soft kisses on her face including her scar. Selene closed her eyes and let him embrace her while kissing. He was about to kiss her when the cellphone sounded the Imperial March letting him know Nobunaga was calling.

“Saved by the bell I guess?” blinking an eye on her, Masamune went to get the phone and put it on speaker. “How is everything?”

“We finished the meeting, is Selene with you?”

“Yes, she is right here, drinking some tea, why?” Masamune looked at Selene who was still mortified and getting more red by the second.

“Yes, I'm here boss is everything ok?” Selene worked to sound normal but all she could think was on those kisses and his touch.

“Good, I have you on speaker.”

“Same here.” replied Masamune.

“Hey Laddie, how are ya?” Selene heard Ian's voice and she smiled softly.

“Hey, Ian, yes, what is happening?” Selene was surprised to hear him with Nobunaga.

“Ha, nothing much, btw did the Dragon already pop your cherry?”

Before anyone could register what had just happened, Selene bolted as fast as she could to her room and slam the door shut.

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Alexander Hamilton and the Grave of Blades

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Author’s Note: So, I don’t know if anyone is even interested in this (so I would greatly appreciate feedback from anyone who chooses to read it), but this is an AU in the Harry Potter universe, but which takes place at Ilvermorny in the year 1776. Enjoy!

“Do you really believe there is going to be a war?”

There was a small crowd gathered around one of the most praised students in the entirety of Ilvermorny. George Washington, now entering his seventh and final year at the school, was leaning against one of the columns that lined the entrance hall, watching as students milled about greeting one another. He turned his head towards the boy who had been speaking to him, a young Thunderbird who was just beginning his second year. George subconsciously recalled that his name was Dallan.

“Yes, Dallan, I believe that there will be,” he replied, shifting his position so he was standing up straight. “Anti-monarchial sentiment has been growing for years among the colonies, in both the wizard and no-maj communities.”

“Such sentiment peaked when the Declaration was written,” piped up Alexander Hamilton, a fourth year Horned Serpent who was deeply invested in the politics of the revolution. “The king isn’t going to stand for such a rebellion. He will surely send an increase in forces to meet the army that has been pulled together.”

George nodded his head in agreement as a collective gasp sounded from the younger students who had been taking part in the conversation. Another Horned Serpent, fifth year Thomas Jefferson, raised his voice amongst the chatter.

“The chances of a war are extremely likely, but it is not something that we will have any involvement in,” he declared, shooting a pointed look at Hamilton. The younger boy just glared at him indignantly.

“No, we will not have any part in this war, but it doesn’t hurt to remain informed, Thomas.” George mediated the pair, attempting to cut off the fight he could sense was brewing before it even began. They both bowed their heads apologetically and took a step back from each other, moving to opposite sides of the crowd. A flicker of a smile crossed George’s face as he watched the two; he was one of the few people who could manage to contain their consistent bickering. The chatter died down slightly as the students surrounding him broke off into their own conversations.

“Students, if you will, please proceed upstairs and take a place on the balcony. The sorting ceremony will be beginning soon.”

All conversations taking place amongst the students fell silent at the words of Ilvermorny’s presiding headmistress, Professor Kestrel Loxias. The students all began to move at once, migrating towards the staircases that were positioned on both sides of the entrance hall. In a matter of minutes, the hall had been cleared of people, the students separating into their individual houses and moving to stand on the side of the room that was directly behind their corresponding statues. Alexander Hamilton ended up standing at the very edge of the railing, nudging himself between a pair of fifth years to claim a spot on the balcony. He looked down at the primarily empty entrance hall, watching as the professors began to assemble for the ceremony.

Professor Loxias stood in the middle of the room, a step away from the Gordian knot that was engraved in the very center. The gold shimmered in the light of the candles that were floating in various positions around the room, providing light to the entire space. The rest of the professors had formed a circle just around the outer edge of the statues, with a space left facing the direction of the massive wooden doors that stood at the front of the castle. There was enough room for all of the first years to stand as they waited to be sorted to their house.

Once everything was in place, Professor Loxias raised her wand, flicking it gracefully towards the doors. At the touch of her magic, they began to tug themselves open. From Alexander’s position, he couldn’t see the group of first years as they walked into the hall, but he knew that Charms professor Jonathan Rappaport was leading them. Professor Loxias smiled warmly at them as they assembled before her, the speech she repeated year after year rolling off her tongue.

“Welcome, students, to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We are pleased to invite you into our midst, and are honored that you have chosen to accept. As most of you know, Ilvermorny is made up of four distinct houses, which compete against each other throughout the year in contests of both sport and intelligence. As is tradition, your first task of the year will be choosing the house you will join, or rather being chosen to represent it. Your house will take on the role of an extended family, as you and your housemates work together to achieve your goals.”

She paused for a moment as the older students began to clap politely. The new first years looked up in wonder, most of them looking surprised at the sheer number of students lining the balcony.

“Now, we will begin the sorting ceremony. As your name is called, you will step forward to stand upon this Gordian knot. You will then be judged and measured by the representatives of the four houses. When one chooses to claim you, you will be alerted by their equivalent statue. Once sorted, you will step through the doors on this side of the hall so you can begin with the choosing of your wand.”

Alexander’s eyes turned at the flash of movement from just below him. Professor Bryony Hale, of magical theory, stepped forward to take a place next to Professor Loxias by the Gordian knot. She held a rolled up piece of parchment in her hand, which she proceeded to unroll after a sweeping glance over the pack of first years. Her voice rang clear throughout the hall as she called out the first name.

“Electa Aveline.”

An eleven year-old girl stepped forward, her shoulders stiff and her hands clenched into fists. Alexander recognized her posture as that of a no-maj-born witch, attributed to her obvious fear of magic and reluctance to be on display in front of such a large number of people. But she strode bravely to the center of the room, moving to stand in the middle section of the knot. Her head turned in curiosity to gaze at each of the four statues, wondering how long it would take for them to respond to her presence. She didn’t have to wait long. Almost immediately, the bellowing roar of the Wampus statue echoed through the hall; it was closely followed by riotous cheering and clapping from the side of the room opposite Alexander. Electa looked up at her new housemates and smiled, already feeling accepted amongst the community of warriors.

“Simon Blackwood.”

Electa walked across the room as the boy following her stepped to its middle. Alexander began to tune out the sorting ceremony as he became lost in his mind. He barely heard the cheering of his fellow Horned Serpents as this boy was claimed for his house; he only clapped politely to keep up the appearance of interest. He was reeled back to his senses as he heard Professor Loxias announce the end of the sorting ceremony some time later.

“Alexander, are you coming?”

His head turned to the right as someone tapped on his shoulder. He didn’t have to force the smile on his face as he realized it was Angelica Schuyler that had spoken to him.

“Yes, of course. I’m sorry, Angelica.”

Together, the pair followed the rest of their house around the balcony and down another set of stairs that lead into the great hall. They sat next to each other at their houses table; it was customary for the houses to sit together during the welcoming feast, but for the rest of the year, students changed tables to sit with their friends, regardless of house associations. Alexander could never understand why Angelica had chosen to be friends with him, approaching him on the second day of his first year, but nevertheless, he was extremely grateful for her company. She was one of the few people in his house that he had become close to.

“Aaron told me that you were with George earlier, discussing the war.” Angelica spoke nonchalantly as she began to pile food on her plate, looking away to where Burr was sitting with Thomas, engaging the new first years in a conversation. Alexander turned his head, an eyebrow rising at her choice of topic.

“Is that all he said?”

It was a well-known fact amongst the Horned Serpent house that Aaron and Alexander were often at odds with each other. While they had been friends in their first year, their opposite ideals and choice of friends had fractured their relationship, leaving them mere acquaintances who spoke only when necessary. Angelica shifted in her seat, stabbing at a piece of meat on her plate with her fork.

“He said that he sided with Thomas, and thinks you shouldn’t consider yourself so involved.”

“Of course he sides with Thomas,” Alexander groaned in annoyance. “All he ever does is side with Thomas. I swear, he has no thoughts of his own in his head.”

“You shouldn’t say such things so loudly, Alex,” she chided, her eyes darting between the students that sat closest to them to gauge their reaction. He didn’t respond, instead choosing to shovel food into his mouth as he looked up towards the table of professors. After finishing his mouthful, he looked back to Angelica.

“Do you think they know more than they’re letting on?”

“About the war? Of course they do. I wouldn’t be surprised if they disapparated out to the battlefields each night.”

Alexander murmured his agreement, taking another bite of his food.

“I feel something coming, Angelica,” he confessed glumly, staring down at his plate. “Something greater than just a war over independence. Something that is, by far, inherently more sinister.”

“As do I. And I also feel that whatever it is, they won’t be able to keep us out of it.”

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masterlistcrawford · 6 years ago

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Selene Crawford: The alliance, The truth and The Secret

Warning: not that I can think of except maybe cursing if you see it.

After sometime getting them sited and organized without trying to kill each other Lancelot, Kincaid and the third man only know as Ian started the meeting.

“Thank you for coming today all of you. I know this is not the ideal scenario but we need all your help.” began Kincaid.

“As you may know Miss Selene Crawford is being targeted…”

“Excuse, me but who are you again?” asked Yukimura eyeing the three older men.

“Wait, how is possible that after one attempt you say she is being targeted.” was the next question made by Hideyoshi.

The three old men looked at themselves confused.

“My, our manners are lacking today. My apologies I am Lancelot Edwards this is my associate, Ian McCloud and you already know Detective Angus Kincaid. We are Selene’s guardians when she was a minor.” answered Lancelot.

“As for your question young Toyotomi I think there might be a confusion here. Selene had been receiving suspicious letter threats for weeks now. She told us that she had been sometimes feeling followed from the office. Didn’t you know that?” responded Lancelot not surprised.

“Oh boy, that girl, why is she always like this?” said Ian rolling his eyes.

“So wait, first of all who you guys are again? Second, she didn’t told you anything Oda, Hahaha, that’s rich.” said Kenshin.

“I don’t want to rub it in Oda, but apparently Princess does not seem to trust you much uh?” Shingen’s comment hit right home with Nobunaga, but showing them specially Shingen was not an option.

“So it was you after all Mitsuhide?” to accusation on and censorship on Hideyoshi was evident. But Nobunaga shut Hideyoshi’s accusations with one look. Then turning to Ian he told him silently to keep talking.

“A Home?” asked Sasuke.

“No, we gave her stability. When she lost her family she lost part of herself that day. She never let herself,heal that part, not until you guys came along.”

“I’m sure for you this is inconsequential, but you became the first thing that meant more than being stable. And for that we thank you.”

“OK, sorry to interrupt again but what does this have to do with us?” was Shingen’s turn to ask.

“We believe, the person who is targeting her, will go to any length to harm her. We need as much help as possible to protect her.”

“ I appreciate it but I we can handle this alone.” said Nobunaga flat line.

“Then she will die Mr. Oda, Selene does not deserve that.” said Kincaid putting someone of the threats Selene had been receiving during the last few weeks.

Nobunaga took a look at one of the letters. Words wrote in what it seemed to be blood. “Is this…”

“Yes, Mr. Oda is blood. We got this letter when she called us three days ago asking for the snake.”

Mitsuhide just let one eyebrow raise in amusement, but remained silent. All this new information was being useful and he wanted to get as much as possible. So, for the moment he will play nice.

Nobunaga took another letter and examine it. The threads were one sentence and yet, were direct. Hate, and an edge of madness were the most commons feelings he could get. He felt identified with Selene now that he got more information about her past. And yet, a feeling of anger was there. Why she didn’t trust them? Why? Putting the information aside , Kincaid laid a file on the table. Inside Nobunaga started looking at pictures and tables with report progress regarding Selene’s training, weapons proficiency, martial arts training, information collection, and the list went on. But it was the last sentence that makes him squint his eyes and look at Lancelot in suspicion.

“Are you sure this is really the extend of her abilities?”

( As you know I have a past…) Nobunaga could remember the conversation they had yesterday. He remembered her eyes, the sentiment was sad and painful. To see her, admitting that she never considered the possibility of embracing her past was new and that he might be helping her lessen her burden with his opinion could help him understand her better.

“What do we know about this stalker?” Nobunaga wont admit to it he accepted the truce on his own way.

“Very well Mr. Oda this was a wise decisions, we are grateful for all your help. Mr. Takeda?”

Shingen took the backseat to hear what this whole story was about. He knew about the docks and their story. But Selene was the best secret being kept from anyone, including him.

“So she have all this training and she is not using it? Is there is something you haven’t told us?”

“She doesn’t have one drop of cold blood on those veins. She is smart, beautiful, kind, warmhearted and willing to always help those in need but also she is damaged. Still with all the things that had happened; Selene still choose walk the right path. So we gave her that option. It’s a hard path but she didn’t want it any other way. She surprised us with that angel she have, anyone who meet her likes her right away. That’s why we decided to respect her wishes. After all is was…a tragedy what happened to her parents, to her.” said Ian with sorrow.

Shingen took this information with caution. Something was odd, and missing. But for the moment he will go with the flow. “So what’s next?” he added to continue the ball rolling. As much as he hate it he will help Oda but for selfish reasons. No one will, take him down except him. He have to pay for all his sins but no one will take that right from him. This was Shingen’s goal and someday he will get him.

“Selene needs to be protected, she can’t be alone. And also the Dragon needs to know. So, since we broke her promise we have to call her and let her know.” was Lancelot turn to talk.

“Her promise?” almost everyone asked at the same time.

“Yes, she made us promised not to tell you, but after what happened yesterday, we took it as a sign to interfere.” with this Lancelot finished ask Nobunaga to make the call.

While the meeting was taking place, Selene and Masamune took their time to know each other. They started playing 20 questions to which their own respective surprise was one hell of roller coaster.

“Wait, a good piece of meat is considered Medium rare, well done is like getting a cardboard with seasoning.” said Masamune astonished to hear Selene’s answer to the type of meat she likes.

“Well done is a suitable term for me and I had managed to make it delicious. It is you who is wrong Chef Date.” replied Selene challenging Masamune’s comment.

“Really? This is incredible lass, you are a food terrorist. I can’t believe this…”

“Me, what? Who is the one who don’t drink coffee? I mean it’s basically the western version of tea.” now it was Selene’s turn to act offended.”You are the food terrorist, not me.” she tried to pout but couldn’t help start giggling.

Selene was caught off guard, oh boy, how can she answer to that question without sounding like an idiot. Of course, the answer will be both, problem is that she doesn’t know how to french kiss someone. Which took back to that kiss in the morning, he simply played all her fantasies in one move with that kiss. She almost became a puddle of slime on the floor after that kiss. But letting him know that? No, way, uh,uh. There no way he finds out she is still a virgin, although he will find it sooner or later if he indeed decides to keep being with her. Selene wreck her mind trying to answer that question when she suddenly saw Masamune’s grinning like an idiot.

“Hey, why is that face for?” trying to change the subject.

“Well this is my face, kitten and don’t change the subject I want to know the answer, come on,” Masamune knew right away she was embarrassed.

“Saved by the bell I guess?” blinking an eye on her, Masamune went to get the phone and put it on speaker. “How is everything?”

“We finished the meeting, is Selene with you?”

“Yes, she is right here, drinking some tea, why?” Masamune looked at Selene who was still mortified and getting more red by the second.

“Yes, I’m here boss is everything ok?” Selene worked to sound normal but all she could think was on those kisses and his touch.

“Good, I have you on speaker.”

“Same here.” replied Masamune.

“Hey Laddie, how are ya?” Selene heard Ian’s voice and she smiled softly.

“Hey, Ian, yes, what is happening?” Selene was surprised to hear him with Nobunaga.

“Ha, nothing much, btw did the Dragon already pop your cherry?”

Before anyone could register what had just happened, Selene bolted as fast as she could to her room and slam the door shut.

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