Pairing: Tom Holland x female reader
Au: 1940s soldier
Warnings: graphic description of war, smut, domestic abuse, angst, bad language, mentions of death
A/N: This is quite a mature series. Proceed with caution.
Today was the day. The day you had waited six years for.......
It was the 4th November 1945. The war ended two months ago, and soldiers were slowly being sent home. The children had returned three weeks ago, and today you would be reunited with your husband , Thomas. You hadn’t seen him for almost four years, and your children barely remembered their father. You pinned your hair up, and painted your lips red. The last time Thomas came home, he bought you a red lipstick. “Tessa? Come inside now darling, we need to leave” you called into the garden to your 7 year old daughter, who stayed with you after the evacuation, she was but a babe in arms at the time. “Tommy! Make sure you dress smart, it’ll make your father proud!” Tommy came down the stairs, his red hair slicked back with brill cream. He had grown taller than you since he got home. “You look very nice, darling, now, when you see your father, be sure to show him respect, none of us could possibly imagine the horrors he has seen.” You said sternly to the children. “Peter can.” Tommy corrected you. Peter was your seventeen year old son, who was drafted to the army on his sixteenth birthday. You had not heard from him since. Tears started to form in your eyes as you thought of your poor child, dying on the battlefield, or worse, being tortured and held prisoner in one of those awful camps. Your heart ached every time you thought of him. Tommy looked into your eyes and saw them welling up. “I’m sorry Mama, I didn’t mean to upset you, I miss peter, is all” Tommy kissed your cheek. “It’s alright darling, I miss him too.” Peter and Tommy were just under a year apart in age, and had been thick as thieves their whole lives. You visited Tommy shortly after Peter left. And it was like half of him was missing, and that half never returned.
You held Tessa’s hand as you walked into the train station. The platform was hiding underneath steam from the train, but you could see dozens of men, in green uniforms, running to greet loved ones . You watched all the faces leaving the train carefully, praying that you would recognise your husband, after all this time. And then, it was like time stopped completely, and the person you had dreamt of left the train. It broke your heart to see him, a shell of the man you married eighteen years ago. He was skinnier, and greyer than the last time you saw him, he looked completey vacant. Like the soul of Thomas had abandoned him and left him with a broken body. “That’s him, isn’t it?” Tommy asked behind you. “Yes darling, it is” you could see Thomas scanning the platform, looking for you. You waved your hands a bit and he noticed you, smiled, and broke into a jog in your direction. You passed Tessa’s hand to Tommy and ran to meet him . His smile grew as he got closer and closer, and then your bodies crashed into each other, and you started to cry. “You’re home! You’re finally home , my dear!” You sobbed into his ear. “I always said I’d come back, didn’t I?” He chuckled and kissed your temple. A small voice called “Papa, papa!” And Your daughter ran towards you. “Tessa!” Thomas let go of you knelt down as Tessa ran to him . Tommy was walking close behind. Thomas caught your little girl and threw her in the air. “Tessa, I’ve thought of you every minute, my darling girl” Thomas whispered. Tommy just stood near them , emotionless, as usual. Thomas looked up at his son and gasped. “Tommy? My god! You’ve grown bigger than me!” Tommy gave a half hearted smile . “Well what are you doing , boy? Give your Papa a hug!” Thomas walked to Tommy , and Tommy laughed and hugged his father. Thomas cradled his son and said to him “I’ve missed you, thank you for keeping your promise and looking after your mother, I’m proud of you” you could see Tommy beaming with happiness, he was so scared that he wouldn’t meet his fathers approval. Thomas pulled away from Tommy and ruffled his hair before he looked around, furrowed his brow, and asked “where’s peter?”
“We don’t know” you said, your eyes welling up again. “The army took him, almost a year ago, and we have heard nothing since then.” Thomas’ face fell to the floor. “Oh, darling” he whispered to you and pulled you into his chest. “Don’t worry, I’m sure he’s alright, he’s a strong lad, nothing could happen to our boy.” You felt Tommy and Tessa wrap their arms around you. “I’ve been telling myself that for a year, but it hasn’t brought my son back” You cried harder and Thomas kissed your head. “Don’t cry Mama” Tessa whispered. “I’ll ask around, ask the officers I served, see if anyone has heard of him. Darling, I promise, we’ll find him.” Thomas reassured you. And the four of you stood, embracing and crying on the platform. “Let’s go home, Mama” Tommy pulled away. “Yes , let’s” you said, wiping the tears from your face. The children ran ahead and you took Thomas’ hand and kissed him a few times on the way out.
Thomas opened the door to the house and let out a huge sigh of relief as he put his bags down. You went straight to kitchen to prepare dinner, and Thomas ran around in the garden with the children. You chopped vegetables at the kitchen window and watched your family laugh and joke while the sun set.
They all came in when it got dark, and you put dinner on the table. Thomas’s eyes widened at the sight of so much food. He had been living on gruel for the last six years. “Darling, this is wonderful! You really do spoil me” He winked and started loading up his plate. “So, son, have you got yourself a girl yet?” Tommy turned bright red. “Uhmmm welll err” Tommy couldn’t form a sentence from embarrassment. “He’s seeing a lovely girl called Katie, aren’t you darling?” When Tommy came home, he met a very sweet girl, and they spent all their free time together, she had come for dinner several times, and Tommy was completely besotted with her. “Uh... Yes..um” he was still thinking of what to say. “That’s great, son. And Tessa, how’s school?” “Its great, papa, yesterday we learnt a poem for Guy Fawkes night!” Thomas chuckled and drank some of the wine that you had been saving for him to come home.
After dinner, you sent the children off to bed with a kiss, and headed to the kitchen to wash up. You heard Thomas close the kitchen door, and his footsteps came closer. His arms found their way around your waist, and he started to kiss your neck. You dried the last plate and turned to face your husband. “Do you fancy a bath tonight, my dear?” You said with a sultry tone. “Only if you join me, darling” he kissed you , hard, and grabbed a handful of your backside. “I missed you” He moaned into the kiss “I can tell..” you replied and slowly moved your hands down his chest. You undid the first few buttons on his shirt. “Go and get in the tub, I’ll bring you some hot water.” He went up the stairs and you heard the tap running. You boiled a kettle, and took your hair down. When it was ready, you brought the water up to him. Thomas was sitting shivering in the bath. “Finally! It’s bloody freezing in here, woman!” You poured the boiling water into the tub, and Thomas let out a satisfied groan as the water warmed up. “Come here” he commanded and you knelt down to his level. He moved his hand up to the fastening of your dress, and started to undo it. His fingers tickled your neck and you flinched. “Stay still. If you move. You’ll be in trouble” oh yes . He was back. The strong, powerful man that you were so intrigued by, had finally come back to you. He continued undress you, until you leant on the edge of the tub , naked. “Get in” He ordered you. You obeyed your master and got in the water. He guided your hips so you were sitting on his lap. He kissed your neck again, and moved his hands all over your body under the water. You whimpered at his touch. You had missed his loving, pleasing touch , more than anything. “When I was in the trenches, and men cried for their mothers, talked about what they’d give for a piece of chocolate, skinned and ate rats, all I ever thought about, was you. How much I craved you. Your body. Your skin against mine. Being inside you. I had dreams of you flying down from heaven, and rescuing me from the hell I was living. You are my saviour, y/n Holland . I love you.”
