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fateviled · 1 year

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full spoilers for s2 under the cut so don't perceive if you haven't watched but-

i spent the first half of the season thinking 'if i just don't think about it in terms of the books, but as it's own stand-alone thing it's fine, right? im being nitpicky about it because i want what i already know, right?' god i really wish that was the case. there were things about it that i really liked, and things that made absolutely no sense, and things that just felt insulting to watch with my own two eyes.

unfortunately, right now i can't think about what i did like because im just so disappointed lmao, so what i hated:

everything, absolutely everything, felt rushed. they didn't give you a second to breathe before throwing in the next plotline. what do you mean the pekka rollins plotline was fixed in 3 and a half episodes when that was supposed to be kaz's big bad to overcome? the fun moments between alina and mal where they feel like they're believably, fully in love? never heard of them. who is the suffocating feeling of mal being trapped in a palace watching the girl he loves pass him by? i heard of her but i never saw her!!

it escaped my view the first few times it happened but it genuinely felt like they threw in book quotes blindly just for fan service in places where they didn't fit, and in turn we lost all meaning of what the quotes are supposed to mean. it happened more times than i can actually look back and find a specific one, but specifically, mal's lines declaring his love for alina just felt... god, flat? forced? i'll get into that more later.

we got to see more of zemini and shu han cultures, and that was great for the few seconds it lasted... but why were our actual shu han characters reduced to mere two-dimensional characters? what was the point of making tolya's love for poetry nothing more than a gag for laughs? tamar was missing for so long in the trilogy sequence that i entirely forgot she was with nikolai and the gang and couldn't remember if she'd gone with the crows or not. her and nadia's romance? if you can even call it that. these were supposed to be integral characters to the og trilogy and they were so completely absent that they might as well have not been cast.

david. i'm not saying anything else. just. david?

jesper's trauma over hiding who he is is solved by a hallucination sequence and his mom saying it's okay, following a short conversation with a saint who didn't even get an ounce of his life story, and just immediately rushing into 'being grusha'. like, damn. i need me therapy that effective.

speaking of jesper, please dear god that wesper felt entirely like fanservice and bait and not at all the vibes of the book version of what they are and? also felt like a slap in the face considering the lack of tamar and nadia content we received. once again, just say you hate lesbians and like to use gay men to sell.

this list could really go on forever.

no because i'm mad about the disrespect put on tamar and nadia's names and it felt like tolya was purposely given more screentime with the crows while the only lesbian rep was left out of the process altogether.

the mal specific issues, which we all knew were coming.

i didn't hate the ending of his arc/beginning of his new adventure. in fact, it felt like a necessary step toward who he is as a person and giving him that choice felt like understanding his character. but it felt like understanding book mal, not at all the show's boy we see who would just choose alina over and over again. we were robbed of seeing mal at his most comfortable on the ship to novyi zem, about how naturally he fits in around people and how trapped and stifled he was in palace life. in rushing everything, we weren't given characterization that is integral to understanding who mal is. what drives him, what he was giving up. what he gained by getting that choice in the end.

just slap me across the face with a brick that says 'mal is the amplifier.' really, it would have been more subtle than everything the show did. i know a lot of people complained about how it came out of nowhere in the books but, really? there was no suspense, no crushing realization when baghra reveals it. even if you didn't know, you would have known well before that.

i still don't get why the mal/zoya stuff was removed. explain that to me. why could this man not have a relationship with someone that wasn't alina? and what was so wrong about letting him be flawed like he was throughout s&s?

i hate to say it but it felt like malina just wasn't the vibe here. with the quick pacing of everything, these two didn't get to have any actual intimate moments that weren't forced to include book quotes, and maybe there was a reason for that. but why give us s1 malina if you were just gonna disappoint like that? i genuinely don't get it.

there's still so much i think about it but it's making me more upset so i'll leave it here for now but GOD.

tl;dr the lack of tamadia was purposeful homophobia, the pacing wasn't it, and i think i'm entitled to financial compensation for what i just experienced.

#╰ 𝙾𝙾𝙲 ╯ ⋯ himbo energy but like ‚ lesbian #grishaverse spoilers #s&b spoilers #i just [screams into the void]

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sityoursiredassdown · 3 years

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General Shadow and Bone Thoughts

From someone who binge-watched it in nearly one sitting. Spoilers below!

I have to give it to the writers of this show, they adapted the story and characters so well and honestly changed some for the better.

I guess I’m now a true multishipper??? Because the show actually made me enjoy Malina???

That being said Darklina still has my heart

But for real I was someone that did not like Mal in the books and therefor struggled to root for Alina to end up with him, but the subtle changes to his personality in not judging her for enjoying being Grisha or being drawn to the Darkling. As well as showing what he was doing in the narrative and how he feels was a good touch, since in the books we only get Alina’s POV. I hope they stick with it as they adapt book 2.

Every Kanej scene had me on the floor because Freddy and Amita brought their damn A-game, bravo. Not a single touch and I was riveted.

I wish we got to see more Helnik but what was shown was so! good!

Also wish we could have had another episode or two so we really saw Alina enjoy and thrive as a Grisha, because discovering she liked her powers was such an important thing for her in the books.

idk why they changed the plot point of the Darkling telling Alina about getting her a stag amplifier to him not wanting her to have an amplifier, probably to make his motives feel more hidden. I can respect that.

Also on the Darkling. We got some backstory!! That was a treat I was not expecting, bless.

Every time the crows interacted with characters from the trilogy I felt like I was reading a fanfiction cross-over come to life but IN THE BEST WAY.

The differing reactions to Alina made perfect sense and it created such an interesting conflict between three people that are pretty damn tight.

Jesper is a disaster bisexual and honestly, same.

Also those hints of his backstory is just *chef’s kiss*

The show did a great job of making smaller side characters feel fleshed out. (RIP, Mikael and Dubrov. And Marie)

Nina is BLACK!!! Love everything about it.

The actresses for both Zoya and Genya are just??? perfection??? They’re so pretty I wanna cry tbh.

Honestly did not expect the Conductor to betray the crows, like I was genuinely surprised. Good thing Kaz is better at reading people.

I nearly had a heart attack when Kaz was one on one with the Darkling even though I knew he’d be fine.

I may have ended up back on the floor when Aleksander ran back to kiss Alina again one more time in the war room.

Honestly Ben Barnes plays him to perfection and the fact he looks so constantly in awe any time he’s near Alina is the content I signed up for. (Okay I’m done simping I’M SORRY)

But honestly I only like a handful of villains, let alone hero/villain ships LET ME HAVE THIS

Alina going absolutely feral in fights is also content I signed up for. Baby girl is not a push over and GOOD FOR HER.

Inej landing a blow on the Darkling when no one else could in the final battle when no one else could was iconic.

SPEAKING OF INEJ.

Her first kill??? to save Kaz??? I was shook and enthralled and I thank the writers for their service.

Also Kaz joining the fight on the skiff to protect Inej also left me wrecked.

Like I said all their scenes were just next level.

idk why but I kept snickering each time Mal and the Darkling hit each other in the last episode.

But also Archie does a great job of making Mal have a presence when going against the Darkling so their stand-offs don’t feel contrived. He and Ben played off each other superbly.

Just. All the ships are cute. Everyone’s got fantastic chemistry. I’m not choosing anymore and no one can make me.

There is probably a bunch of stuff that I missed and I definitely have my shipper biases but this show was so damn enjoyable that I had to get my thoughts out in a ramble.

Here’s hoping for season 2! Lets get Nikolai and Wylan up in this bitch!

#Shadow and Bone #Shadow and Bone Spoilers #Kanej #Helnik #Darklina #Alarkling #Malina #SaB #SaB spoilers #this is pretty positive so pls no hate if you disagree

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Chapter 18; Siege and Storm

Heyyooooo, so I’ve adapted a few parts in a particular scene of chapter 18 with Mal, Alina and the Darkling! I’ve been trying to read fanfics and it’s inspired to write my own so here ya go!! *Disclaimer: I’ve adapted the existing scene with a few things I envisioned. Most of the content is original to Leigh. I’ve simply added a few different elements into the scene and developed it the way I thought would create a deeper scene. Also, my content will be written in between double asterisks. Anything outside of that was written by Leigh. & the ‘[...]’ indicate there are additional lines from the book I’ve not included in my post but that I’ve skipped in order to make this post more fluid and concise with my adaptations. Hope that made sense. Enjoy!!!!

(Art credit: nanfe1789)

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He nodded, scuffed the toe of his boot along the floor. “I miss you,” he said quietly. Soft words but they sent a painful, welcome tremor through me. Had part of me doubted it? He’d been gone so often.

I touched his hand. “I miss you too.” [...] He let out a long breath. “Saints, I hate this place.” I blinked, startled by the vehemence in his voice. “You do?” “I hate the parties. I hate the people. I hate everything about it.” “I thought... you seemed... not happy exactly, but--” “I don’t belong here, Alina. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.” That I didn’t believe. Mal fits in everywhere. “Nikolai says everyone adores you.”

“They’re amused by me,” Mal said. “That’s not the same thing.” He turned my hand over, tracing the scar that ran the length of my palm. “Do you know I actually miss being on the run? Even that filthy little boarding house in Cofton and working in the warehouse. At least then I felt like I was doing something, not just wasting time and gathering gossip.”

I shifted uncomfortably, feeling suddenly defensive. “You take every chance you get to be away. You don’t have to accept every invitation.”

He stared at me. “I stay away to protect you, Alina.” “From what?” I asked incredulously. He stood up, pacing restlessly across the room. “What do you think people asked me on the royal hunt? The first thing? They wanted to know about me and you.” He turned on me, and when he spoke his voice was cruel, mocking “Is it true that you’re tumbling the Sun Summoner? [...] I stay away to put distance between us, to stop the rumors. I probably shouldn’t even be in here now.”

I circled my knees with my arms, drawing them more tightly to my chest. My cheeks were burning. “Why didn’t you say something?” **Quiet anger rumbled in my chest. How could he not know what was in my heart? How did he not understand that I could not give a care as to what anyone else had to say? I needed him and that’s all that mattered, not what others were speculating about my--sex life.**

“What could I say? And when? I barely see you anymore.” “I thought you wanted to go.” “I wanted you to ask me to stay.”

My throat felt tight. I opened my mouth, ready to tell him that he wasn’t being fair, that I couldn’t have known. But was that the truth? Maybe I had really believe Mal was happier away from the Little Palace. Or maybe I’d just told myself that because it was easier with him gone, because it meant one less person watching and wanting something from me. **Another burden I wouldn’t have to bear. Another disappointment I would avoid. So then, why was there such an aching in my chest as he stood there, staring at me expectantly? What more did he want? Was I not enough? Was I too much?**

He raised his hands as if to plead his case, then dropped them helplessly. “I feel you slipping away from me, and I don’t know how to stop it.”

**His eyes bore into mine with a deep sadness I hadn’t let myself look at for too long these past few weeks. It stung. Maybe because he was right. Maybe because I feared all of this would become too much for him and he’d decide to finally leave for good. Maybe because it was easier to let go first rather than to be left behind like crumbs on a table... Or maybe because it reminded me of the sadness that was growing in my own heart every time he left, because despite his previous declaration in wanting to protect me, I’d felt him slipping away and I hadn’t known what to do about it.** Tears pricked my eyes. “We’ll find a way,” I said. “We’ll make more time--”

“It’s not just that. Ever since you put on that second amplifier, you’ve been different.” My hand strayed to the fetter. “When you split the dome, the way you talk about the firebird... I heard you speaking to Zoya the other day. She was scared, Alina. And you liked it.”

“Maybe I did,” I said, my anger rising. It felt so much better than the guilt or shame. **Times have changed. I’ve changed. I'm not the weak little orphan from Keramzin anymore. I may not be strong, but I am more now. Different. I had to be because of this power, because of all the people depending on it. Why couldn’t he see that?** “So what? You have no idea what she’s like, what this place has been like for me. The fear, the responsibility--”

“I know that. I know and I can see the toll it’s taking. But you chose this. You have a purpose. I don’t even know what I’m doing here anymore.” [...]

**The rage boiled inside, heat rose to my cheeks and ears. “Coward,” I spat as viciously as I could. Surprise swims in his eyes as he registers my verbal attack. Despite the outburst, a door inside me slams shuts. “I chose nothing.” I say coldly. He stiffens at my change of tone. “I did not choose to be born with this power. I did not choose to wage this war. I did not choose to go after the stag,” I twisted the knife.

A mix of hurt, desperation and fear contorts his face. I know he remembers. It was his idea to go after the stag--to get it before the Darkling could so I could be used against the Darkling in time, just as everyone here was planning on doing. He shakes his head in denial.** [...] “You came here for Ravka. For the firebird. To lead the Second Army.” He tapped the sun over his heart. “I came here for you. You’re my flag. You’re my nation. But that doesn’t seem to matter anymore. Do you realize this is the first time we’ve really been alone in weeks?” **Brief shock overcame me.**

The knowledge of that settled over us. The room seemed unnaturally quiet. Mal took a single tentative step toward me. Then he closed the space between us in two long strides. One hand slid around my waist, the other cupped my face. Gently, he tilted my mouth up to his. “Come back to me,” he said softly. **The tenderness in his voice pulled at my heart and thaws it. The door that slammed shut creaked open just a bit. This. This was what I yearned for--what I’ve been missing. Him. His love, his affection. No pride and no barriers to stand in our way. My body relaxed in response.** He drew me to him, but as his lips met mine, something flickered in the corner of my eye.

The Darkling was standing behind Mal. I stiffened. Mal pulled back. “What?” he said. “Nothing. I just...” I trailed off **as fear choked me. I didn’t know what to say.** The Darkling was still there. “Tell him you see me when he takes you in his arms,” **he taunts. His voice was too raw. Too real. It shattered me.** I squeezed my eyes shut. Mal dropped his hands and stepped away from me, his fingers curling into fists. “I guess that’s all I needed to know.” **Panic rose in my chest.** “Mal--” “You should have stopped me. All that time I was standing there, going on like a fool. If you didn’t want me, you should have just said so.” “Don’t feel too bad, tracker,” said the Darkling. **Each word sounded like shattering glass and it was hard for me to not cringe anymore than I already had.** “All men can be made fools.” “That’s not it--” I protested. “Is it Nikolai?” “What? No!” “Another otazt’sya, Alina?” the Darkling mocked. Mal shook his head in disgust. “I let him push me away. The meetings, the council sessions, the dinners. I let him edge me out. Just waiting, hoping that you’d miss me enough to tell them all to go to hell.” I swallowed, trying to block out the vision of the Darkling’s cold smile. **He knows. He knows I won’t say anything more. I’ll let Mal believe this lie rather than tell him what I truly see. He knows I’m too afraid to face that truth.**

[...] “Mal--” **Faltering before I truly begin. He’s slipping. I need to say something. Anything. But what? What can I say to make him stay? Pain strikes me as I realized there wasn’t a better option than nothing.** [...] “I don’t want to hear about [...] Ravka or the amplifiers or any of it.” He slashed his hand through the air. “I’m done.” He turned on his heel and strode toward the door.

“Wait!” I rushed after him and reached for his arm. **Desperation clung to me. I wanted to feel the warmth of his skin on mine. I hoped for it to drive away this coldness I felt inside.**

He turned around so fast, I almost careened into him. “Don’t, Alina.”

**My heart broke. He was already pushing me away. I can see that the distance was much more than the few inches between us.** “You don’t understand--” I said, **faltering again. How could I put it into words he wouldn’t judge me for? How could I think of him so often after all that he’s done? Why do I keep seeing the Darkling? Mal would be disgusted of me.**

“You flinched. Tell me you didn’t.” “It wasn’t because of you!” **I just wished he’d believe me.** Mal laughed harshly. “I know you haven’t had much experience. But I’ve kissed enough girls to know what that means. Don’t worry. It won’t happen again.” The words hit me like a slap. He slammed the door behind him.

I stood there, staring at the closed doors. I reached out and touched the bone handle. **I know you haven’t had much experience. But I’ve kissed enough girls to know what that means. His words ring in my head, cutting through me like a double-edged knife.** You can fix this, I told myself. You can make this right. But I just stood there, frozen. [..] I bite down hard on my lip to silence the sob that shook my chest. That’s good, I thought as the tears spilled over. That way the servants won’t hear. An ache had started between my ribs, a hard, bright shard of pain that lodged beneath my sternum, pressing tight against my heart.

**I turned and leaned against the door, gasping for breath while trying not to let the sobs erupt. I see him fully now, standing exactly where he was behind Mal, just before the bed. The moonlight shone against his tall silhouette and illuminated his broad shoulders, his strong arms. I can see his perfect face, a smile no longer on his lips. He had the mercy to not look smug. Instead, his face was stony and cold but there was something dark swirling in his eyes that I couldn’t make out. I pinned him in place with a look, offering nothing but anger, hatred, and resentment.

I brought my hands to my face, my fingers curling and slightly tugging at my roots. Angrily, I spoke, my voice becoming louder with each question. “Why do I keep seeing you? Why are you here? Why must you torture me like this?” I’m nearly begging him for answers. My hands slashed the air between us, frustrated. “Must you make me drive him away?” I can read his face clearly now. The problem with wanting is that it makes you weak.

He thaws and looks at me disgustingly lovingly. His eyes were soft as he wrapped his hands around one of mine then laid it over his heart. The other caressed my cheek. Gently, he answers,“Yes, I do because you must realize that in this world, there is only you and I. There is no one else like us: powerful. Your power is growing every day. As much as you love him, he could never love you without fearing you first. And as much as you want him to be there for you--to understand you, he simply can’t. He is otazt’sya. None of them will ever know you the way I do. None will understand the hunger for more power or the delight we feel when we use it. There is no one who will not fear you or judge you. Only I can understand you. Only I will not fear or judge you for what you are. You are Alina Starkov, my equal. We were made opposites, but are halves to the other. We were meant to be together.”

I try to yank my hand back from his chest, but I am frozen. I try again, but to no avail. His words shake me to my core. Knowingly, he says nothing and silently urges me on. How? How was he able to read me so well? How did he know so much about how I felt? Of all people, how could he know what I was going through when he wasn’t even here with me? Or real? Shame and resentment filled me. We wage a silent battle, looking into each other’s eyes, acutely aware of the other. We stayed like that for a long time, so long, my body relaxed and grew used to his presence.

I finally break the silence.“...Why won’t you just let me be?” My voice broke. He was only a figment of my mind playing tricks on me. He wasn’t real... so why did he look so real? Why did this feel so real? He was an itch that I couldn’t soothe. I keep scratching to try and ease the itching but it only makes things worse and now I’m bleeding.

“If I did that, you’d be alone.” His words felt like a bucket of cold water washing over me. Loneliness? Wasn’t that his fear? You don’t understand, my words to Mal echoed again. I’d meant he didn’t understand that I’d actually flinched from him because of the Darkling, not because I didn’t want him but had I meant something else too? Was what the Darkling was saying true? With this new found power of mine, was loneliness my fear now as well? My blood turned cold at that truth. Yes, it was... ‘Sankt Alina’, they’d whispered during prayers. They’d praised the Sun Summoner without cease but I saw the look in their eyes. Admiration was there on the surface but it was fear that had driven them--fear of me... of my power. I saw the way servants never stood too closely, the way they flinched at my every move. I saw the way peers did their best to dance around me with their words. People claimed to worship the Saint but I saw their pity. No one wants this kind of responsibility or this raw hunger for power in any life.

“Alone...” I whispered. “Is that what we are?” As soon as I let the words out, I felt it: alone. It kicked me in the gut and nearly choked the air from my lungs. Tears well in my eyes again and spilled over without cease. My body gives way to the weight in my heart and I sink to the floor. The harsh reality that no one would ever understand drowns me. The fear courses through like an unforgiving tsunami. Breathing became difficult. No one could ever understand me. No one except the Darkling.**

I didn’t hear the Darkling move; I only knew when he was beside me. His long fingers brushed the hair back from my neck and rested on the collar. When he kissed my cheek, his lips were cold, **and I welcomed it, begrudgingly. We were alone, together.**

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maaaddiexo · 6 years

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Always and Forever - T.H. | 003

Inspired by the wonderful @thewiseandfree who’s more into this book than I am

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (au - mob!tom)

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N never thought she’d be forced to marry infamous mobster Tom Holland. But since it was her father’s dying wish, she stupidly signed the contract.

Sheltered for the majority of her life, Y/N is introduced to a type of danger she thought she’d ever encounter.

With the news of their marriage travelling around the globe at impossible speeds, and all of Tom Holland’s enemies believing they’ve found a weak spot in his thick and shining armour, Y/N’s life is put in danger almost instantly, and she will have to learn to trust the man she despises most off of a small and meaningless promise.

Always and Forever.

Warnings: swearing, sexual content

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Y/N finds that Tom’s a lot like her mom in the sense that he doesn’t find her side comments funny. Rather, a vein by his hairline across his temple becomes prominent any time she makes a jab towards him or what he does. And it doesn’t do any good when Harry and Harrison - Tom’s right-hand man as Y/N had learned - force her to take Harrison’s place across from Tom.

Harrison and Harry seem a lot more laid back, sitting near the front of the cabin and playing a friendly game of cards. But despite their friendly, laid-back nature, they still work for Tom and keep their guns within arm’s length at all times so Y/N remains quiet and keeps her distance from them.

Tom sips from a glass of whiskey - Y/N was wrong in guessing bourbon - and looks over papers laid out over the table. He doesn’t bother hiding them from Y/N as he sorts through them and makes the occasional note with s ballpoint pen. After trying to see what the papers were, Y/N realized why he didn’t bother hiding them from her view. Whatever was on the documents was written in some sort of code or shorthand that she couldn’t understand.

So instead, Y/N plugs in her earbuds and pulls out her book, immediately getting lost in the pages of a story told by a six-year-old girl. She gets so lost in the words that she doesn’t realize someone’s talking to her until they tap her shoulder. Harrison stands over Y/N with a raised brow and Tom stares at her coolly.

Y/N pauses her music and pulls out her earbuds. “Sorry, what did you say?”

"What book are you reading?"

"Oh. To Kill a Mockingbird."

"Never heard of it." Harrison sits on the arm of Y/N’s chair and looks down at the book. From the corner of her eye, Y/N notices Tom's eyes move to Harrison and his look of indifference turns into a glare. If he hadn't been ignoring her since I stepped on the plane, Y/N would think he that was jealous.

Y/N sputters. "'Never heard of it'? I get that you guys are always out and about doing illegal shit, but don't you people read?"

"What's it about?"

"It takes place in Alabama in the 1930's and is told through the perspective of an innocent, white, and relatively well-off six-year-old named Scout who learns more about her town, her family, and herself as the book progresses. Several instances occur that force Scout to confront her beliefs, especially when a black man is convicted of rape, despite his clear and obvious innocence.

Throughout the novel, readers follow Scout as she grows up and faces her own prejudices through her encounters with Boo Radley, a mysterious man who shuts himself off from society. He's tall, ghostly pale, and thin, so Scout sees him as a ghost-like being.

The turning point comes when Scout sees Boo Radley as not a scary "ghost" but as a human being. She also comes to acknowledge the racism rooted in her town, and the social inequality and darker aspects of humanity."

When Y/N breaks out of her trance, Tom and Harrison are both staring at her. Harrison looks at Y/N like she must have a second head with all the knowledge she just spouted. Tom looks at Y/N with slight astonishment, but with the blink of an eye, it's gone and he's back to giving her a blank look.

"What?"

"You sort of zoned out there and recited an entire page from Wikipedia." Harrison smiles.

Y/N bristles. "That was my own analysis."

"He knows that, darling." Tom speaks for the first time. Y/N’s thighs clench. His honey-like voice made honey drip from between her thighs. "But while some drink or fuck hookers to forget their kills, Harrison is a flat-out joker. An optimist, almost."

Y/N looks at the glass in his hand, less than half full of the amber liquid that matched his eyes. "And you're a drinker, I'm guessing.”

"I don't drink to forget, darling," Tom smirks. "I have no sins."

"You kill people for a living."

"No. I run a business. Killing people is just part of that."

"You talk about killing a person like it's stepping on an ant."

Tom shrugs and Y/N’s blood runs cold at the action.

He doesn't know, she tells herself. But does it really matter? Would his mind change if he knew the truth?

The answer is no, he wouldn't.

Tom watches Y/N as a fire lights itself in her eyes. The blue turns glacial and Tom watches with a wary curiosity, wanting to see his fiancé explode but not sure how angry she really is or what she'll do.

"That is why I knew that this marriage would never work. I signed the contract because it was my father’s dying wish, but I don't know if I can ever forgive myself for marrying someone who cares so little about human life." Y/N growls. The vein in Tom's forehead returns and he grinds his teeth, jaw clenching.

"Y/N-" Harrison tries.

"No." She cuts him off. "Tom Holland sits on a throne and never hears the truth because his subjects are too scared to open their fucking mouths. But not me. So listen closely, Your Highness, because I will not repeat myself. I will stand at your side because that is what a wife does, but I will never stand by you. You will run your kingdom alone and separate from your personal life because I am in your personal life and I refuse to be associated with a murderer."

Tom's jaw is clenched so hard it’s a miracle his teeth haven't shattered.

Quicker than Y/N’s eyes can follow, Tom reaches for the gun to his left. Thankfully, Harrison is faster and grabs his boss' wrist before Tom can pick up the gun and shoot her.

"Harrison. Let. Go." Tom growls. Y/N swallows, her confidence now swallowed, chewed, and spit out by the plane propellers. This was the man she didn't want to marry. Someone so cold-hearted he'd kill his own wife for being honest with him.

"No, Tom. I get it - she pissed you off. But you can't hold a gun to your wife's head every time she pisses you off. Talk it out or find some other way to fix your issues. Killing her is not the answer. She isn't one of your captives."

"I need to speak to her."

"Tom."

"Alone."

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