Thomas And Friends Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Asher Steele rolls his eyes for the fifth time in as many minutes. His friends seem to be acting even more childish today than usual and it is bugging the hell out of him. Normally he does not mind when they act like morons because he can just retreat into his own world and ignore it but for some reason today, he can not seem to get past it. “Tyler, man, that is-” Thomas says to the guy who just told everyone a story about how over the weekend when he was visiting his patents back at home how his dad caught his younger sister giving her female best friend 'special attention' under the covers at a sleepover party.

“She spent some time in India. Find a good Indian restaurant.” Thomas nodded from the doorway. “We can do that.” “And make it private.” “How private?” I looked at him. “I'm proposing to my mate, Thomas.” “Right. Private.” I grabbed my robe. “Can you also get me some jasmine tea?” “You and your fucking tea.” “Thomas.” “I'm going.” He disappeared from the doorway. Besides being my Beta, Thomas was my best friend. And when we were in private, he had absolutely no problem running that smart mouth of his at me. Around everyone else, he respected the crown. Behind closed doors, though?

“Why didn’t you save James yourself? I’m sure you’re definitely capable of that.” “All you need to do is go back to Cansington and wait there patiently like a good, little girl. He’ll be back by your side before you know it.” Thomas’ lack of an answer did nothing to address Thea’s questions nor assuage her doubts. She drew her lips into a thin line and gave a resigned response, “Alright, I will return.” “Off you go.” Thomas dismissed her. After Thea left, Thomas removed his black jacket and pulled out an ancient scroll from its pocket. He opened the scroll and lay it on the table. Looking at the painting, a grin crept up on his face.

He stumbled back, his voice trembling. “I'm sorry, Autumn, I know everything. I hurt you, and I killed our baby. How could I be so stupid to fall for that cursed woman's lies?! Please, will you forgive me? I was wrong, it was all my fault, but I've really learned my lesson now!” Before I could say anything, I heard someone yelling nearby. “Stop right there, you little brat! How dare you steal my bread! I'll kill you, punk!” Thomas stumbled and ran over before quickly hiding behind Seamus’ back. As soon as he was safe, he quickly wolfed down the last bite of stolen bread.

"I have something to give you later." Thomas focused on threading a strange curved needle. "I have something for you too." "Really?" Smiling, I tried to shove the image of the scary needle out of my mind. "Do you think Su will like her gift?" "You're kiddin', right? Of course, she will." Thomas grinned as he ran a hand over my leg to get it to stop shaking. I forced myself to go still as he poised to begin. "You're sure you don't want somethin' to bite down on?"

I responded making him quiet then took another pack to smoke. "Well I don't." "Same as I." I responded with a smile. We were silent for a while before Thomas started the conversation again. "So why aren't you with the King boy?" "He ain't in school. Saw he got beaten up pretty badly. Whoever did it has my approval of a wonderful artist." I responded then huffed my smoke. Thomas started to smile then faced forward when I looked at him before he huffed his smoke. I searched his thoughts for more information and saw that he loves money and women and was addicted to watching porn and taking drugs.

“Mateo didn’t give you too much trouble yesterday while ridin’ did he? I know you and Trotter don’t like strangers,” Thomas stood from his own spot, a leather bag slung over his shoulder. “Not at all…” He sighed then continued. “But I’m sure all of us would’ve been better if someone didn’t go scamperin’ off to who knows where, doin’ who knows what to you know who,” Dodge tried to keep the smirk off his face, not failing to hear Thomas’ venomous words, but how he implied it made his own flames start to stir; Dodge made no move towards the two friends, buckling the last of his bags as Cassidy stepped up towards Thomas.

Dad whispers, as I look at Thomas across the table and wish again that I had the mind meld thing to give him a piece of my mind. Dad and I have been watching the tension and attraction between the two of them for weeks and it’s been getting harder and harder for us to ignore. It’s pretty obvious that they could be mates – it’s been that way since they first met and Anders fell over himself introducing himself. “Not the time or place and not your business Con.” Thomas barks back and stands. “My apologies everyone, I’m suddenly not feeling well so will go back to the house. I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

The wedding can still continue if you get your beloved Mel to become your new bride. "What nonsense are you spouting? She's just a dear friend of mine. We're only close because I've been watching over her since she was a child. You—" Although things had come to this point, Thomas was still trying to use the same old excuses to brush me off. Who would kiss their friend until their lips became bruised? Who would lie in the same bed and snuggle their friend while half-naked? Who would hug and cuddle their friend day in and day out?

This was something darker, older, the laugh of someone who'd been playing a very long game. "Oh, Thomas," he said, his voice carrying that same cultured accent we'd heard outside. "Still so trusting, even after all these lifetimes. Did you really think it was coincidence that I became your closest friend? That I was always there to whisper poison in your ear about dear Serenity?" My knees nearly buckled as the full scope of the manipulation hit me. Every cruel word, every moment Thomas had pulled away from me, every time he'd chosen his friends over any chance we might have had, it had all been orchestrated.