Random Imagines {REQUESTS ON HOLD}

Aidan Turner {Requested} (fluff)

For nz-taika

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"(Y/N), come down for a second!" your father called. You tossed your book onto your bed and walk out towards the stairs. Aidan Turner was standing in your front door with two suitcases and a smile.

"Mr. Turner, this is my daughter (Y/N). She can show you around the house while someone carried your bags up," your father said, giving you a purposeful glare. You and Aidan were the same age and he'd spent the last week telling you that he was leaving in a few weeks and you shouldn't get too attached. You walked down the stairs, smiling to Aidan and waving for him to follow. As soon as you left your father's sight, you relaxed.

"I'm (Y/N). My father is a bit of stickler for proper manners," you sighed, looking at the stone walls of your house, "Must be why we live in a fucking castle. Welcome to Wallcot Manor, my own personal castle." Aidan laughed a little bit, following you into a large kitchen. 

"Breakfast is usually out for father at seven and taken away whenever my brother, he doesn't like to wake up, eats. Lunch is personal choice, foods in the fridge. Dinner is always at eight, sharp. He will cut you if you're late." 

"You've always lived like this?" he asked, glancing over how comfortable you seemed in the creepy looking old castle.

"Yeah, inherited from my grandfather. It goes to my brother after this, but I think he'll probably just sell it. You'll get used to the chill," you said, leading him down another hall, this time leading into the study. 

"Father works here and Tony occasionally uses his desk." You gestured to one of the smaller desks in the room, one of which was yours, but you'd moved out a long time before. 

"So (Y/N), does this place have a library?" Your face lit up when he asked. 

"Every book you could imagine... well not every. I keep telling father that's the only thing we should be expanding, but he insisted that we get a pool," you sighed, "But I guess that's more than most can say." You pushed open a huge wooden door and stepped onto plush carpets. You'd been adding books to the room since you were old enough to read, getting rid of old encyclopedias and almanacs as you went along. Now more than half the library was yours. 

Aidan was speechless, looking around at the books you had. 

"I have every single version of the Hobbit that they ever made because the covers are all so beautiful," you said, pointing to your wall of fantasy books. He continued to stare. 

"Well I think I'll be spending most of my free time in here," he said, running his fingers across the bindings. You nodded and then moved to the door. 

"The faster we get through the tour the faster you can come back." He nodded, glancing around one more time. You led him to the central hallway, showing him which stairs led to his bedroom and which halls led where. 

"We share a hall, so if you need anything come and knock," you said, pointing to the door that said your name in gold lettering. 

"(Y/N), do you still live here?" Aidan asked, before he went into his room. 

"University, I'm on holiday right now. Here for a few weeks then back again after the year ends," you explained, waving as you shut your door. He was handsome, but you knew that liking him was not in your best interest. He reminded you a lot of a friend you had at university, the way he talked and his general habits. You wondered how Aidan being in the house would effect your stay at home

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"What were you thinking?" your father yelled, standing over you. You were temped to shrink back and apologize for the things you hadn't done, but you didn't.

"I told you father, we were reading! I'm not a kid and I can make my own decisions!" you exclaimed, standing up. It was true that you'd been reading, and though that wasn't the whole truth, you preferred to keep the rest between you and Aidan.

"He's going, tonight." 

"Father this is ridiculous. We were reading Call of the Wild because I couldn't sleep. You know how much I hate thunderstorms." You huffed and in your head you thought of all the romance novels that had used the exact scene you were in. Finally he caved, huffing loudly and leaving your room, leaving you to revel in the story you had to tell about the night before. 

"Aidan, come on. It's dinner time," you called from the door. He poked his head out from behind a shelf and nodded, dropping the book on one of the couches and following you. He'd been staying at the house for a few days now and you'd become friends over time.

"What are we eating today, m'lady?" He started making jokes as soon as he saw a family tree of a welsh prince. It was generations ago, when the vikings ruled, but he still found it hilarious. 

"Oh shut up. I don't know. Probably turkey." You walked into the kitchen and took your seats at the table. You'd set out the food before, but eating was forbidden until eight. When the clock struck your brother slid into the room, his DS hanging from his wrist.

"You're late, Anthony." 

"No I'm not, dad." Aidan kicked your ankle as your father excused himself to answer the phone. You kicked back with a smirk. Tony rolled his eyes and shoved beans into his mouth while using one hand to control the character on his screen. 

Dinner was all small talk and suppressing laughter until finally you all left the table at the same time. Tony going towards his room, your father going towards his, and Aidan and you going to the library. 

"What were you reading?" 

"I made it through most of Jack London's book in high school, but I think I appreciate them more now that I've lived some of my life," Aidan replied, looking down at the cover. There was a white dog, snarling at the artist or the reader. Lightning lit up the English sky and you jumped when the thunder cracked. 

"Fuck," you sighed. Aidan's eyebrows shot up.

"You're afraid of thunderstorms?" he asked. You sighed and replied, defeated, "I'm not too fond of it no." He laughed.

"Of all the things, the on with the least chance to kill you," he tutted. You rolled your eyes and then jumped when more thunder boomed across the countryside. 

"Alright, you can sleep in my bed tonight," Aidan laughed, "Let's go read anyway." You nodded, sidestepping away from the window and into the stone hallways. Aidan had admitted to being scared of what might be lurking and you laughed, making fun of him. He had been convinced that you weren't afraid of anything up until that moment. 

It was late, but you and Aidan kept reading, wrapped up under his bedroom covers. Another clap of thunder, this one louder then all the rest. Aidan smiled and suddenly, with the moment, you were kissing. When you pulled away you were aware of the footsteps coming to Aidan's door and you rolled backwards, trying to free yourself of the sheets and falling off the bed at the same time. Aidan was laughing until he saw your father's angry face. 

"Am I in trouble?" Aidan asked, when you snuck back into his room. You shook his head laughing and he pulled you by the waist.

"I don't regret that one bit," he said, suddenly serious. You shook your head, too interested with his eyes to reply. For the second time that night, Aidan kissed you, this time more sure than the last and you were okay with it all.

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Look at me! Two updates in one day. Bam! Two points for Shivi. Hope you enjoyed and thank you for the prompt. I will update another... eventually? Sorry about my sporadic updates, at least they're updates right? I wrote this listening to Daughter if you were curious.

Peace, Love, Spock

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Shivi