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“Heirs: Tiptoed love”  (Chapter 2)  - [A Jeremy Irons/Tom Hiddleston/Sebastian Stan  story].

Written by: A.Wölf. 

Previous chapter“Heirs: The Scent of Revenge”.

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Jeremy blew out the cigarette smoke while staring at the full moon reflecting on the sea, from the balcony of his beach house.

He was leaning against the doorway with a glass of scotch in one hand, wearing yet another black suit and bow tie for yet another important event, only this time, he’d be the host. He was simply enjoying the solitude and silence before the arrival of his guests at one of the many places he called home. Taking one last drag, he threw the cigarette butt in the glass.

“You promised mom you’d quit”, a male voice said.

Jeremy raised his eyebrows and turned his head towards the living room to see his youngest son, Sebastian, walking in, and it immediately put a smile on his face.

“I said I’d try”, he sang while walking towards the piano to leave the glass on the lid, “And I did for two days but I became quite… intolerable”.

Sebastian joined his father in the middle of the room, returning his mischievous smile before Jeremy pulled him into a tight embrace while letting out a chuckle.

“My son”, Jeremy said before pulling away but still grabbing his arms and staring straight into his eyes, “let me look at you. How long has it been?”

“Three Christmases”.

“Good God”.

Jeremy walked towards the serving cart, and Sebastian frowned at the empty glass on the piano lid before picking it up to see a ring stain on the piano lid.

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“You promised mom you’d quit”, a male voice said.

Jeremy raised his eyebrows and turned his head towards the living room to see his youngest son, Sebastian, walking in, and it immediately put a smile on his face.

“I said I’d try”, he said blowing out the cigarette smoke and walking towards the piano to leave his glass on the lid, “And I did for two days but I became quite… intolerable”.
                                                                     -’Heirs: Tiptoed love’.