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Tom Hiddleston Characters: How They Would Propose (To You)

(Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or images. This is just a fun listicle, not designed to offend anyone. As always, please feel free to leave comments and/or constructive criticism below. Thank you, and without any further ado, please enjoy!)

Characters in this list: Will Ransome, King Henry V, Prince Loki Odinson, Loki of Asgard and Jotunheim, Bill Hazeldine, Coriolanus, Jonathan Pine, Robert Laing, Magnus Martinsson, Oakley, Thomas Sharpe, James Conrad, and Jaguar Villain! Tom Hiddleston.

Also, my sincerest apologies - they all turned into mini-fics.

Will Ransome from The Essex Serpent

Reverend Will would propose to you after a Sunday roast dinner, after your family invited him to your home. You were helping to clear the table with the rest of the ladies in your family when Will coughed to announce his presence. At once, everyone cleared the dining room, leaving you alone with the vicar.

"A word please?" He politely called you by name, his hands clasped in front of him. Will sat you down in one of the empty chairs. Gods how he wanted to reach out and tuck one of your stray hairs behind your ear in that very moment, one of the intimate things that he longed to do with you. Intimate things that would be proper in the eyes of God if you were his lawfully wedded wife. He did not sit down, and gently began talking to you. "For some time, I have been charmed by you. Not just your looks, that is not to say that you are not a lovely woman. You are most lovely, but I have also been charmed by your kindness, your humility, and your…virtue."

Will knelt before you, looking up with the most earnest gaze. "If you will bestow upon me the fortune of being your husband, then in return I shall do everything to keep you safe and comfortable.  I shall speak to your father, and we will be wedded in holy matrimony. You and I shall walk together upon this path of life, and I have no doubt that a virtuous woman like you will aid me in carrying out what the Lord decrees of us. My sweetest, please say that you will marry me."

Henry V from The Hollow Crown

With Henry, there was not much of a proposal to begin with. The marriage between you and the King of England was arranged by your father and his men, along with the king and his men. Still, Henry coaxed your father into having at least one private audience with you before the wedding ceremonies, so that he may properly court you as any suitor would. 

'My dearest lady," Henry began as soon as he was alone with you in his study while your father and his men stood vigil outside. "Lower thy veil, and let me behold your face." He reached forward and removed the hood of your cloak, smiling as he beheld your beauty for the first time. "Cheeks rosier than the flowers that bloom in springtime. Your lips and eyes are so enticing, they call to me like sirens. Yours is a face that I shall never tire of seeing.

I confess to you, my lady, that words are not my greatest strength. Were it so easy that I could simply strap on armor or fire an arrow into a target or vault into my saddle for a wife, I should quickly vault for a wife. Alas, tis not so. For a woman's heart is truly one of the most difficult conquests to embark upon. Nevertheless, tis a conquest that I shall duly pursue if you can deign to love me.

If you can love such a man as me, someone whose words are not their strongest suit and someone whose fidelity to you is true, then take me. Take a soldier, and in taking a soldier, you will take a king." Henry knelt before you and offered you his hand. "Sweetest of all maidens, canst thou love me?"

Prince Loki Odinson of Asgard

"I have called you to discuss a matter of great importance, my lady." Loki enunciated the formal title at the end in an attempt to conceal the butterflies in his stomach. He summoned you to the palace gardens at the house before twilight, when the sky would be decorated with streaks of orange and pink. You walked alongside him through the bushes and the groves of flowers. Loki clasped his hands behind her back, walking as if he ruled every inch of earth on which he stepped. 

He continued, "Yes, tis true that Thor, my brother, is the one whom my father has decreed to ascend the throne of Asgard," The younger prince of Asgard looked forward with a solemn expression while you listened with intrigue. "But he is incompetent." Loki turned to you. "He is idiotic and brash. You know as well as I do that he does not encompass the values of a king.

"Was he not the one who wished to invade Jotunheim alone, my prince?" You stopped in your tracks, just as the sun began setting into the horizon behind you.

"Yes, he was. It was all his idea, my lady." Loki did not bother to include his role in instigating Thor, it would not help him in this moment whatsoever. If he delayed this moment any further, he was convinced the words would be stuck in his throat, forever unable to escape. "You are one of the few people with whom I can share these thoughts, my lady." He sighed, his gaze fixated upon you and your beauty. "It is why I have called you here. In the coming future, I will need to protect Asgard from my brother's foolishness. And for that I should like to have a worthy companion by my side."

Loki conjured a shining dagger with a gold hilt out of thin air and promptly fell to one knee before you. The hilt of the dagger was engraved with the words, 'Min hærr, duonningen av mitt hjerte' (My beloved, Queen of my heart) Still on bended knee, Loki looked up at you with an expression of innocence that you never knew existed within him - wide eyes, baited breath, a meek expression. As if all his life were being wagered on a single thing right now. 

"I wish to make you my wife," Loki declared, his lips trembling. "Should you accept, I will bring my proposal to your family, and then we will be wed with due ceremony. And if you decide otherwise, then I shall…" he swallowed, "I shall respect your choice."

Loki of Asgard and Jotunheim from the Marvel Cinematic Universe

"This looks like something stolen from the Graham Norton Show." You raised an eyebrow when Loki handed you an orange and purple card.

"It's a scavenger hunt." Loki said with a twinkle in his eye. "Every clue leads you to the next one."

"I know how a scavenger hunt works, Loki." You rolled your eyes and flipped over the card. "Was this your idea, or is this some ridiculous team-bonding activity put together by Steve Rogers?"

"No. You see,…I have some errands to do, but at the same time, I have an obligatory excursion with the Lady Valkyrie."

You crossed your arms. "So why the scavenger hunt?"

Loki brightly answered. "Well, it makes the errands all the more fun!"

"Alright, but you owe me, Loki." 

"Good girl." The God of Mischief kissed you not the cheek and disappeared into thin air.

You glanced down and saw that the first card, which told you to pick up six cupcakes ordered under Loki's name. The cupcakes were from a specific café….that just so happened to be the place where you and Loki had your first date, which was set up by a far-too-enthusiastic Thor. The moment you got there, a waiter brought you a "complimentary" cupcake of your favorite flavor…along with another orange and purple card. 

The second card took you to the library, on the pretext of picking up a book that was on hold for Loki. There, the librarian handed you the book - Divine Comedy by Dante - and another book that you recognized. It was Pride and Prejudice, one of the first pieces of "Midgardian literature" that you introduced to Loki, a book that you were all too happy to fangirl over. But inside the book was - yes- another orange and purple card. 

The third card sent you to pick up Loki's dry-cleaning. (Really, Loki? Dry cleaning?) At the dry-cleaners, the person at the register handed you a transparent garment bag containing a black tuxedo with a ruffled white shirt. And then you were given a second garment bag with an emerald green gown embellished with diamonds. You couldn't help but stare a few moments at the pretty, expensive-looking gown. Before the person at the register could hand you another card, you made a mental note to ask Loki about the gown and whom it was for. You guessed it was probably for himself for the times he was feeling fabulous. Actually, Loki also liked to wear absolutely nothing when he was feeling his most fabulous…but that didn't matter right now.

The fourth card took you to the park where Loki confessed his love for you for the first time, on the pretext of picking up Loki's forgotten jacket and buying a bouquet of white flowers.

The fifth card took you across the city just to get a particular bottle of liquor that Loki had liked. Okay, now this guy was having a little too much fun with you right now. 

You were relieved when the sixth card, given to you by the liquor store clerk, led you back to the Avengers compound, to the same room where you began this entire scavenger hunt. You huffed a little, setting the box of cupcakes, the books, the two garment bags, Loki's jacket, the flowers, and liquor gently on a table. "Loki? Loki, where are you?"

Loki stood in the middle of the Avengers' common room, wearing polished gold armor over a black and green leather tunic with long, dark trousers. His hair was combed perfectly in place, and his hands clasped behind his back. He stood surrounded by a few candles and fairy lights hanging against the curtains.

"Okay, I need answers…" You sighed, already tired from running around all afternoon. "Loki, I got your things, just tell me what the gown is for and the…the liquor and the…Are you throwing a party or something?"

"I'm getting married."

"What?!" You gulped, reaching for the nearest couch. "I…what? You're getting married, why didn't you tell me? And…" You felt your head start to spin, preparing yourself for the worst. Whatever happened to all the times he said he loved you? Was he just using you to put together some kind of romantic gesture for someone else, just a tool?! Perhaps this is what you get for letting the God of Mischief into your life. Betrayal. "Well, I hope they make you happy, Loki." You relented, putting your head in your hands.

"She does." 

"Good." You murmured, trying your best not to cry in this moment. That was the last thing you wanted him to see. "Is that gown for her too?"

"Hm-hm. Of course, it'll probably end up on the floor after the engagement party, hehe."

"Loki, I am in no mood for your jokes right now." After a few moments, you looked up. 

"Come on,…have a sense of humor."

"NO!" You yelled, getting up from the couch. "No, I will not have a sense of humor right now! You used me! You used me, and lied to me. You told me to do all of these errands, like picking up dry cleaning, and buying liquor, without telling me that you were going to propose to someone else! You could have at least told me, just so I'd have some kind of closure. But no, you couldn't even think to do that. You told me it was a scavenger hunt, like I wasn't worth knowing the truth.

I...I did this because I care about you, Loki! I care about you like some kind of idiot who actually thought that you might like me the same way that I liked you. That right there, making me like you might just be the worst thing you have ever done me." You took a moment to breathe, and ran your hands through your hair. 

"Ugh…And you made me even pick up her engagement dress! What kind of person makes someone do that?!" You couldn't even think about the words you were spitting out, too busy with the hot tears clouding your vision. 

"The kind of person who knows how good it'll look when you wear it."

"What?!" You were taken aback all of a sudden. 

Loki approached you with a hint of nervousness. "Darling, you are one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I know I'm not easy to be with, that I drive you mad sometimes, and I make you put up with a lot. I...I should've practiced this more." He laughed under his breath. "Why didn't I?" Blinking, he pushed his hair back before continuing. 

"What I'm trying to say is,...my life has never been the same since I met you. You're the most steadfast ally, a wonderful friend, and best of all, you are the most passionate and loyal person I have ever known. I could never imagine my life without you, and I never want to. That's how much I love you."

The God of Mischief fell to one knee, and held up a small emerald ring with a gold band.

"Will you marry me?"

Bil Hazeldine from Suburban Shootout

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise, sweetheart." Bill pulled his father's car into a driveway, and took your hand. "Just close your eyes, alright?"

"Alright…" After a few steps, you could hear Bill opening a door and the sound of a shopkeeper's bell, along with the muted conversations of various patrons. The scents of vanilla and grease reached you almost immediately. 

Bill held you close and whispered that you could open your eyes now.

When you opened your eyes, you laughed a little. "We haven't been here in a while…"

"You remember it?"

"How could I ever forget?" You kissed him on the cheek, and let him find a table for you. 

Bill's proposal began with him taking you to the milkshake diner where the two of you had your first date. After a bit of small talk over a banana split, Bill not-so-discretely excused himself. While you sat at the table with your spoon and checked your phone, Bill made his way to the jukebox with his hands in his jeans' pockets, feeling the small box inside. He'd almost thought about wearing a suit for this occasion, but his mum said it would make you suspicious. And his father suggested hiding the ring inside your ice cream to be more romantic , but Bill was terrified by the idea of you accidentally choking. Yes, keeping the ring with him was a better idea.

Bill took a deep breath and slipped a coin into the jukebox, flipping through the various tracks to find one of the songs you enjoyed. When he found one, he pressed play and called your name. Bill extended his hand out, offering to dance with you. He twirled you, and the two of you swayed in time with the music, smiling all the while. At the end of the song, Bill proudly kissed you on the lips.

He gently said your name, and pushed a bit of hair out of your face. "You're the one I want to dance with to every song…There's just no one like you, no one I could ever dream of that's just as wonderful as you are." Bill reached in his pocket for the small box, and fell to one knee, not caring who might be watching you in the diner. Inside the small box was a 0.3-carat diamond ring with a silver band. "Would you make me the happiest man in the whole world, and marry me?"

Caius Martius Coriolanus from Coriolanus

Coriolanus invited your family to dine with him and his mother one night on the pretext of an important matter concerning two important families of Roman nobility. It was not the first time he'd done such a thing, inviting your family to break bread with him and his mother. He had even visited your father's home before, sharing wine with your father and your brothers from time to time. It was through those meetings that Coriolanus fell more in love with your smile, the way you bit your lip when you were thinking,…and even the way your laugh infected him like a plague. And if there was anything more deadly to him than your simple, unadulterated laughter, then it was your beauty which had him fighting the urge to smile whenever you walked into a room or whenever he heard your voice.

But despite his best efforts, it became quickly aware to everyone in your family how besotted the general was with you. The way his head unintentionally bowed whenever he was in your presence, as if you were the sun and he would go blind if he looked you straight in the eye, never went unnoticed. The fact that you were the only person who could make him laugh, and that the simple mention of your name was enough to make the powerful General and conqueror of Corioles lower his usual barking voice made your family - and anyone else in the general's presence - giggle under their breath.

So when everyone had finished the prima mensa, Coriolanus stood up and raised his cup. "I have called you here tonight, to make a proposition," he declares with the same voice that he would use to speak to the Senate. "An alliance between our families…" The general turned his gaze to you for a moment, and exhaled to calm his racing heart, which only quickened when you looked back up at him. "If you will bestow upon me this honor, I wish to make your daughter…my wife. She is virtuous, and kind,…endowed with a noble background."

He waved for two of the servants of his household to present your mother and father with gifts of imported silk and valuable coins. And for you, the general had his servant gift place a set of golden jewelry - a girdle, five bracelets, and a layered necklace with rubies - in your lap. Underneath the girdle was a small piece of parchment with the words,

"I long to see you wearing these on our wedding night, my lady. Only these."

You turned red, and looked up and the general, politely expressing your thanks. 

"Should you accept," Coriolanus gave you a nod and turned to your family. "We shall make our alliance official in the presence of the gods. Your daughter shall be my wife, and I her husband. I will defend her from harm and protect her, as I have defended Rome time and time again. Your daughter will be cared for, and all I ask for in return, is your fidelity. Pledge to me your allegiance, for I shall need your influence when the time comes for the elections in the Senate.

Instead of a dowry give me your loyalty, and I swear that your priceless gem of a daughter will want for nothing for as long as I live. Do I have your word?"

Oakley from Unrelated

"Let's get married." Oakley off-handedly said while the two of you stood outside, leaning against the wall while he smoked a cigarette. 

You raised an eyebrow. "Are you kidding?"

"No." He took another drag of his cigarette and turned to you with his ocean blue eyes and tousled, dirty blond curls. "We should get married."

"Who are you and what have you done with Oakley?" 

"What, you don't think I'm good enough to marry you?" He protested. 

Shaking your head, you laughed. "No, it's not that…"

"Well, then what is it?" Oakley crossed his arms and furrowed his brow at the sight of you laughing. "We have fun together, we make each other laugh,…we look good together, especially when naked-"

That was enough for you to playfully hit him on the shoulder, causing him to chuckle. He continued, "We like each other. We have this great relationship."

"But are you sure this is what you want?" You asked. "Don't you want to explore, try things? Do stuff before you're tied down?"

"Why would I do that? When there's this…beautiful, funny, smart, and sexy girl right there with me, I'm not even looking at anyone else." Oakley simply countered. "I like what we have, and i don't want to let it go. We can travel, explore the world, and I'll do it all with you." There was no sign of hesitation in his voice, but maybe it was just the cigarette fueling his courage. He came closer to you, and looked dead serious. "I don't want what we have to be just something we try for as long as we can, something we leave up to chance. I want forever with you."

"Forever?"

"Forever." Oakley knelt before you, his eyes going from a vivid cyan to a soft, almost pale bag blue. "I don't have a ring but…" He removed his necklace and presented it to you like an offering at an altar, calling your name. "Marry me."

Jonathan Pine from The Night Manager

Jonathan had been working with MI-6 for almost two years, embarking on various mission for them after he gained acclamation for helping to carry out Operation Limpet. He, along with officer Angela Burr, took down the infamous arms dealer Richard Roper once and for all.

Since then, Jonathan found himself a new home in London and got back in touch with you, the one who stole his heart back when he was still working as a night manager. He didn't know how much he truly missed you until you answered his letter, telling him about the twists and turns your life had taken since your last encounter with Pine. After about three weeks of exchanging handwritten letters - simply because they reminded you both of a simpler time and felt more personal - with Jonathan using a pseudonym to protect you, he invited you to visit London for a holiday. 

And those five days you spent in London were some of the best five days of Jonathan's life. He delighted in your innocence, the way you happily took his arm and strolled through the city, randomly surprising him with kisses. Arm in arm, without a care in the world except for each other, enjoying all that life would have to offer…This is how it should be, Jonathan thought to himself as he gazed at the sparkle in your eyes, the color in your cheeks. He listened as you talked about everything you liked about London, everything that disgusted you, and everything you hoped for in the future, simply taking in the opportunity to just be with you. 

After a few moments, you asked him about what he wanted in the future, and all Jonathan had to say was one word.

"You."

You looked up from your cup of tea. "Me?"

He took a breath. "Yes." Jonathan affectionately said your name, and reached for your hand. "I never grew up in a house with both parents, doting on me." He told you about how his life up until joining MI-6 was an abominable quest for order. How his time in the military and working in the hotel business was part of an aim to find a direction in his life, and how little happiness it truly brought him. How alone he felt whenever his life wasn't being threatened. 

Jonathan sighed, not used to telling so much about himself in a single conversation, laying his heart out on the table to be cut into and devoured. "I promised myself that I would find the one person that I could care deeply for, and love them. I promised myself that I would make friends, find a home…a place to belong. Maybe someday become a parent."

You looked upon him lovingly. "That's beautiful, Jonathan."

He raised your hand to his lips and kissed it. "I want all of those things, and I want them with you." Jonathan declared, quiet enough for the two of you to hear. "These past days with you have been…incredible. When I look at you, I see everything that I have wanted, the life that I want to be living five years from now, ten years from now." 

He continued, "You make me believe in a future that's worth building. The way you smile…, the way you look upon me and everyone with stars in your eyes…I want to be the one who keeps that smile on your face, the one who makes you laugh. I want to be the one who kisses you good night, and the first one you see in the morning. I want to be the one you come home to every evening, the shoulder you lean on." 

Jonathan stroked the back of your hand with his calloused thumb. "I know it's soon, but if there is anything that I've learned, it's that when you see something worth keeping in your life, you do everything you can not to let her go. You just do it." He looked into your eyes. "Marry me?"

James Conrad from Kong: Skull Island

It was the third time this week James had a nightmare. After thrashing and groaning, fighting an invisible beast, James found it in himself to call you - his neighbor whom he'd been dating for two years - on the telephone. His forehead and his chest were dripping with sweat, his expression one of agony, when you approached his bed. It was obvious that he had been in a lot of pain. 

James wasn't the type of person who wanted to expound upon the terrors he was feeling; he was a man of action who preferred expressing his emotions nonverbally. So, you respected that and simply talked about mundane things, things about civilian life that would temporarily distract James. As you both fell asleep, you made a mental note to remind James setting another appointment with his therapist, the one MONARCH had prescribed for him.

You woke up to an empty bed. It wasn't unusual for James to go out on an early morning walk to be alone with his thoughts. It was one of the things he'd learned from his therapist when he asked about how to be a better sweetheart to you while recovering from his trauma. You washed your face and brushed your teeth with a heavy heart, hoping it wouldn't be too long before you saw James again. 

While you styled your hair, you heard the door unlock. James walked inside, carrying a bag of breakfast pastries. "Good morning." He greeted you in a low, casual voice. 

"Good morning…" You would've asked if he slept well, but given the events of last night, that question made no sense. "I'm sorry I stayed over."

"No need to apologize." James set the pastries down and placed a kettle on the stove. While the water rose to a boil, James unwrapped the two chocolate croissants he bought, and glanced up to find you standing in the kitchen. You walked up to him slowly, and without missing a beat, James gently kissed you with an arm gently holding your waist. He murmured your name again, his breath warm against your lips. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." 

James gave you a chaste kiss on your forehead before going into his bedroom. "I brought breakfast for us both. Should I make us some eggs?"

"No need…" You watched James open one of his drawers. "Before I forget, do you want to make an appointment with your therapist?"

"Uh, I will." James returned to the kitchen with a small box in his right hand. "Thanks for reminding me."

"What is that?"

James took a deep breath. "Just something to thank you for last night,…and for everything you've done."

"James, you really didn't have to-"

"No. I've been wanting to do this for a year, it's time." 

Your breath caught in your throat as James opened the box to reveal a small, simple sapphire ring. He began, "I should've done this sooner, and I'm a fool for not doing so." James fell to one knee, and you gasped. "Darling,…Over the years I've known you, you have helped me…become a man again. You've remained by my side as I've made attempts to return to civilian life. You've comforted me during my worst hours, and you have given me something worth living for."

"James…"

"You're someone worth fighting for." He laughs a little. "I love you. And if you let me, I will spend the rest of my life making you feel loved and caring for you in the ways that you have cared for me.

Darling, will you marry me?"

Magnus Martinsson from Wallander

"Marry me." Magnus groaned with relief when you brought him a plate of eggs, some coffee, and an aspirin. He was laying on your couch, hungover after a night out with you and some of his mates from the police station.

You simply rolled your eyes and laughed a little. "Eat your eggs, you'll feel better with some food inside you."

Magnus kept his eyes on you while you both drank coffee, his headache slowly diminishing. "That a yes?"

"No, Magnus." You flatly said. "You had a lot to drink last night. Just…eat your eggs and finish your coffee. I'm not saying yes to a guy that passed out on my couch after throwing up into the bushes outside."

He grimaced. "I did that?…Sorry." Magnus looked down and shoveled a forkful of eggs into his mouth. "Whatever, it was just a question, not like I meant it or anything." He pretended to brush off the matter. "You doing anything else today?"

"Tidying the house. You?"

Magnus closed his eyes for a moment to taste the savory flavor of the eggs. "i have a few things to do at the station for Kurt. Won't take long."

You and Magnus finished breakfast in silence before Magnus thanked you for letting him crash on your couch. "I'll see you soon." He said, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

You almost found it funny, the way he groaned for you to marry him, and chuckled to yourself. For all of his sarcastic quips and his cold exterior, there were times Magnus was an unintentional sweetheart. You'd known him for about seven months, how endearing he was whenever he tried to show off at darts or pool. You thought about the time he brought you soup every night when you had a flu that lasted for a week. And during that one time he showed up late to one of your date nights because of a case, he spent the rest of the evening simply snuggling with you until you fell asleep in each others' arms. It was one of the first times you'd ever seen him smiling so blissfully like a newborn baby.

About a few hours later, you could hear it rain outside, a bolt of thunder rumbling across the sky. While caught up in some trashy television, you heard a knock on the door. 

There was Magnus, standing outside drenched from head to toe. 

"Magnus, what are you-"

"I meant it." He confessed while the raindrops rolled down the sides of his face. "Marry me." He repeated when you asked him what he was talking about. Magnus reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small gold ring with three tiny diamonds. "You're the most perfect person in this entire world. And it's not just because you make the best eggs." He said, making you laugh. "You're stunning, even when you've just woken up. You put up with a lot, and…I can't really say what it is you do to me, but I can't help it. I…I…"

"I love you too, you crazy detective!" You finished.

"So, is that a yes?" Magnus asked again, with a big grin on his face as he presented the ring to you. 

Robert Laing from High-Rise

"We need to talk." Robert broke the silence while the two of you shared a candlelit dinner in your flat. 

All traces of a smile disappeared from your face instantly. Usually nothing good ever followed those four words. 

You put your fork down. "What did you want to talk about?"

Robert looked you in the eye. "I moved to this high-rise to be alone, to be away from people. This…a relationship was the last thing that I wanted." He blinked, looking down at his plate for a moment. Then, he wiped his mouth with a napkin. 

You tensed in your seat, preparing for the worst. God, Robert. If he was trying to break up with you, then he just picked the worst time possible. 

The doctor stood up. "I thought I wasn't built for love…So I tried to be alone as much as I could, avoiding every chance to be attached to someone." He swallowed. "And then you came."

You let out a sigh, assuming that Robert was going to say something awful about your relationship. 

"It was like I couldn't even recognize myself anymore. What you did to me…" Robert called your name and walked over to you. "I cannot go a day without hearing your quippy words…, without seeing you when I come home,…without kissing you. It's more than anything I have felt in years." He confessed, his fingers tracing the back of your chair. "If you were to disappear from my life, it would feel like losing everything I've ever known. And…truthfully, the idea of that terrifies me. Maybe I could live without you,…but I don't know if I would be able to call it living.

"So what are you trying to say?" You murmured.

Robert sighed. "Forgive me, I'm not used to having these conversations."

"It's okay."

"You did it again." The doctor remarked. "You're making me fall in love with you, sweetheart." Robert went to the coat closet where he kept his blazer, and pulled a small box from one of the pockets. He returned to your side. "What I'm trying to say is,…that I'm in love with you. I'm in love not only with you, but with the way that you make me…feel things. The way that you remind me that there's a future ahead of us both. A future that can be much more than just dreary parties and squabbles between the upper floors and lower floors. You make me very happy, darling, and I think that you should know that." 

Robert took a deep breath and fell to one knee, next to your chair with the box opened to reveal a silver ring with a diamond heart. "Would you marry me, and make me an even happier man?"

Thomas Sharpe from Crimson Peak

You were sitting on the swing set in the garden of your family estate, enjoying the mid-morning sun and the gentle breeze. Idly moving your legs back and forth, you played with a small cluster of Baby's Breath in your lap. It was nice to be away from the bustling drama and the incessant gossip, and instead be surrounded by fresh air. 

"My lady." You were awoken from your reverie by a smooth, vaguely familiar baritone that belonged to none other than Thomas Sharpe. He was a guest who'd been staying at an inn near your family's home, having joined your family for supper at least ten times in the past two weeks. In your eyes, he seemed mysterious and yet full of stories to tell, always having an anecdote about a place he'd visited or a trick to show you and your siblings. There was something about him that made you drawn to him as soon as he walked into a room, you were unable to articulate what it was. 

"Good morning. What brings you here, Baronet?" 

The baronet gave you a smile, and leaned against a tree, watching you enjoy yourself on the swings. "I was speaking to your father and his, erm, associates about a business venture."

"About clay, right? Mining it?"

Thomas nodded. "Precisely, my lady. And you, have you been enjoying your morning?"

You blushed as he took a step closer. "Yes, Baronet."

"No need for such formal titles now, my lady. We're not at a ball, nor are we at supper. ''Thomas' will do." He gently said. "May I share your company for a while, my lady, if it would not be much of a bother for you?"

You allowed him, giving the Baby's Breath to him as a token of affection. No, not a token of affection. Simply a nice gesture that would hopefully give you a place in Thomas's good books. Maybe he might even ask you for a dance at the next ball.

"Will you be attending the ball this Saturday, Bar- I mean, Thomas?"

He nodded, taking a moment to smell the flowers. "You?"

"I will." 

"And have you chosen a gown, my lady?" Thomas decided to humor you a little. He smiled while you sheepishly described the dress that you had your eye on for that special occasion. "Well, I'm sure you will look divine wearing it, my lady. Do you often spend time here in the gardens, all by yourself."

"Yes. I enjoy the flowers, and the breeze. It's beautiful when the weather is pleasant."

"I can imagine, my lady. It's been a long time since I have relaxed in a garden." Thomas places the Baby's breath in his front pocket. "My lady, there is something I wish to know of you."

You stopped swinging, and asked him what it was.

"I would like to know if you would be interested in marrying me." Thomas knelt by your side, looking up at you with eyes that bore the same hue as a cloudless sky. "For some time, my lady, I have admired your numerous charms from afar. And with each passing day, my affections for you have grown stronger. I find myself thinking about you at the most unpropitious times of day." He sighs, "While I may not be a man of great fame or great brawn or of great wealth, I am a man of dignity." Thomas promised you, despite knowing it was a blatant lie. "I will make sure that you lack nothing as my wife. And to treat you with nothing but the compassion and the love that you deserve. All I ask in return, is that you try to find it in your heart to give me even an iota of your affections.

Would you be willing to do that, my lady?"

Jaguar Villain!Tom Hiddleston

Ever since you moved into the flat Mr. Hiddleston bought for you, the most powerful man in London always had a designated town car sent to pick you up from work or school every day. His favorite chauffeur would show up at the same time every weekday, give you a friendly greeting, and drop you off at your flat. And once you got there, you'd be greeted by a doorman that Mr. Hiddleston personally hired to make sure that you reached safely.

Today, however, the chauffeur did not drop you off at your flat. At least, not right away. "Monsieur Hiddleston had something different in mind for today," he said with a small grin, like he knew something was going on. The chauffeur dropped you off at the nail salon for a manicure paid for by your powerful beau. 

After being pampered by the nail technician for about forty-five minutes, you returned to the town car to find a bag in the backseat with the word 'Harrods' on it. "You went shopping?" You asked the chauffeur while he drove you to your flat.

"Non, it was all Monsieur Hiddleston. He was keeping this dress on hold, and asked me to pick it up for you. He would like you to wear it tonight."

You thanked the chauffeur with a smile. Inside the bag was a beautiful Carolina Herrera gown in your favorite color. And right on cue, your phone buzzed with a text from your beau, asking if you liked his gift. As always, you texted back saying that it was perfect. 

The chauffeur dropped you off at your flat, and asked you to be ready by seven-thirty…but not before taking a good look at your manicured nails and saying an early 'congratulations'.

"Gordon owes me a favor," Mr. Hiddleston bragged a little when he arrived in front of your building at seven-thirty sharp. He opened the door of his favorite black Jaguar, and helped you inside the front passenger seat. "You look stunning tonight, darling."

"You look amazing too," you couldn't help but say. It was the truth after all. "When you said Gordon, did you mean…?"

"We're going to the River Restaurant in the Savoy Hotel, darling." He kept one hand on the steering wheel, placing the other one on your knee. "Hungry?"

"Nervous," you sheepishly said.

"I'm here, nothing can harm you." He turned his eyes to the road. "Your fears are far behind you."

The moment you arrived, the host of the restaurant immediately led you both to one of the outdoor terraces, where there was a table for two set up. Mr. Hiddleston pulled the chair for you before sitting down, and a waiter poured both of you some Dom Pérignon. 

"This is beautiful." You gushed, watching the most powerful man in London raise an invisible toast. You clinked your glass against his. 

 He replied with a dramatic flair.  "Nothing compared to you."

"So…what did you to get this favor?" You leaned in and asked him while the waiter placed a charcuterie board for the two of you to share. "This is a seafood place, charcuterie isn't on the menu."

A twinkle in his cerulean eyes, Mr, Hiddleston fed you a piece of cheese. "That's confidential, darling. Just enjoy the night."

"I will."

The two of you made small talk about your day, and about Mr. Hiddleston's upcoming business trip to Paris. You would be going with him of course, Mr. Hiddleston would make sure of that. The waiter refilled your champagne, and your beau discretely gave him a twenty-pound note, whispering that it was time for the main course.

The waiter took about fifteen minutes to bring your elegantly-arranged entrees out onto the terrace. And as he came out, you could hear an orchestra from inside the hotel begin to play "All I Ask of You" from Phantom of the Opera.

"Enjoying yourself?" Mr. Hiddleston leaned forward with a smirk as he noticed you listening to the music.

You admitted this was one of the songs you enjoyed, and said it reminded you of the first time you'd ever heard of the musical. How much you wanted to be Christine in that moment, serenaded with the promise of a life with no more darkness.

"Well there's one more thing I have for you tonight, darling." With a smirk, Mr. Hiddleston reached into the pocket of his blazer, retrieving a small box labeled 'Harry Winston'. He slowly got out of his chair and made his way towards you. 

You gasped, covering your mouth almost immediately. You swore you could feel your heart stop just for a moment when his eyes met yours. It all made sense now: the manicure, the accidental 'congratulations', the gown,…

 "Oh my god…"

Mr. Hiddleston fell to one knee and opened the box, which contained a 1-carat diamond ring with a platinum band. "Love me. It's all I ask of you."

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How To Fake Date A Spy Part Two

Jonathan Pine x fem! Reader Miniseries

Word Count: 6K

Series Summary: You have to deal with numerous men of Roper's business having a gross interest in you for more than small talk. Going to Roper for help, he offers an idea- pretending to be the date of his newest friend. A handsome sous-chef known as Thomas Quince. Little do you know yet, the man's real name is Jonathan Pine and he is on a mission to take Roper down...

Part One

Chapter Warnings: Reader being thirsty, but no smut (yet). Discussions of depression and suicidal intentions with the character of Elena with a note of hope and good mental health and comforting fluffy fix-it goodness. But if you or a loved one have legit intentions, please get help and tell someone, 988 is the American hotline number in addition to 911. Some angst at the end. Discussions of domestic abuse.

A/N: Shout out to @muddyorbsblr for hyping me up as I was writing this draft!!! It always motivates me !!! Thanks, Bestie!!! I hope you guys like it!

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A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

Why the hell was this happening? Why the hell did you even agree to do this?

Just a few minutes before the cocktail party hosted by Roper. The first time you and Thomas would be seen as a couple in public. That is, a pretend couple. You have taken at least twelve anxiety trips to the restroom in the last two hours. You still felt like any minute you would shit yourself. You kept redoing bits of your makeup because your hand kept shaking. If there was a wrong step, a wrong move, you wondered if something would explode. If someone would either laugh at you or Roper would frown. Then again, this was The Worst Man In The World we were talking about. A frown would be the least of your worries if he wasn’t happy. And Thomas, what was going through his head? It was too long since you dated-really dated. And your heart was racing out of your chest.

You took another look in the mirror to make sure your cocktail dress was right. What would he even think? You wondered. He was probably repulsed by you- he was forced into this too! Now that Elena was your roommate, she was applying mascara next to you. But you could only stare blankly at your reflection. Overthinking and psyching yourself out as you scanned your appearance again.

“Hey Y/N, what's up?” she asked.

“I’m…I’m just…uh…nervous,” you replied. Nothing fake about that statement.

“Nervous? How come?” She began.

She looked around and then whispered. “Are you…are you in danger….did…”

“No, Roper didn’t threaten anything!“It’s just uh…I hope…I hope tonight just…goes okay,”

“Alright. Whatever you say. It’s just a cocktail party. Another party full of boring guests doing boring fancy things.”

“Well, Elena…today, uh, I gotta tell you something- uh-”

Then there it was. The fateful knock against the door. You jumped and let out a small shout of surprise. Elena looked at you with wide, scared eyes. You saw her hand shake with the mascara tube. But you held her other hand.

Then a soft, British voice was behind. You felt the teenage girl relax. You, however, did not.

“Y/N, I’m here. Ready when you are.”

Taking in a breath, you went to the door and opened up. Though you were delighted to see Thomas. The black eye and nose healed nicely. The bruises didn’t seem too obvious with his tanned skin. The sight of him was dazzling- a crisp blue suit that brought out how his eyes were like the spring sky. He looked down and smiled at you. You couldn’t speak at the sight of him. Excitement mixed with nervousness.

“Are you ready, Y/N?” he asked with a warm smile.

You looked back and saw that Elena tilted her head and squinted at him.

“Are you escorting us?” asked.

“Y/N is my date, but I’ll be glad to walk you over too,” he replied with a shrug.

You might have grown feathers and laid eggs before Elena's eyes. Her jaw fell to the floor. Then she looked at the two of you.

“Your date?!” she cried.

“Yeah….Thomas and I are dating!” you announced matter-of-factly. At least, you hoped it sounded matter-of-fact.

You put on a smile that you hoped wasn't too false looking- small and happy. You leaned in a little closer to him.

"Why....uh....congrats!" Elena replied.

"Yes...I wanted to tell you Elena, but..." you began

You felt your hands twitch and you hoped she wouldn’t notice. Then Thomas stepped forward.

"No, it's alright....come join us, Elena. You’re always welcome with us.”

As Elena walked out beside you two. Both of your clicking heels echoed in the hallway. Her dark hair contrasted with the white of her dress. As she got closer, you could hear the guests chatting. Her mother stepped up and opened an arm. She went up and got her mother’s hand and then walked to the party.

You walked beside Thomas, only giving the odd glance at him. You felt your heart pick up as you got closer. You felt fluttery inside. When Elena and her mother vanished into the party, Thomas leaned in towards you.

“Nervous?” he asked.

“Is water wet?” you replied dryly.

"Take my hand," he instructed.

He splayed out his hand before you- large and smooth. You reached yours, then hesitated before touching him.

“Your hand?" you repeated.

"Take my hand, Y/N. It will make it more believable,” he said.

With a deep breath, you took his hand. It still felt warm, warm from the sun that shone on his skin. His own large hand was soft on you again. With his free hand, he touched your chin, his thumb going to the corners of your mouth. It felt as intimate as a kiss on your thigh. You felt yourself take a breath so deep, you got a little dizzy. Then you went up to him. Suddenly, though there was a whole party of people, it felt like you two were the only ones on earth. Though you had more presentation of calm, his voice was doing nothing for your racing heart.

“Now…we have to smile. Just relax. It’ll be easier than you think,” he advised.

You unclenched your jaw at him. Under the graze of his thumb, you felt the corners of your lips twitch up.

“There…there it is,” he said, with a smile that matched yours.

Then use that…like method acting. Y/N you thought.

So then you both walked on and entered holding hands. It was another large group with cocktails in wide glasses and thin stems. Full of light laughter like wind chimes on a summer day. It was thick with every cologne and perfume you could name. There were bright flowers and green, leafy plants everywhere. Waiters in suits walked around serving drinks and hors devours. You felt Thomas squeeze your hand and you walked with a smile.

Just stay by him and hold his hand and smile. It had been too long- why didn't you notice what it was couples did? Your sister draped her arm around Roper's all the time. Caro would give kisses on Sandy's cheek and then his lips.

Yet when you entered, eyes went forward in greedy curiosity. You were recognized. And so was the new man-Danny’s savior. You saw their acknowledgment. The big eyes. The frozen smiles. Some noticed you and then immediately turned to their circle. Then those people turned heads. You couldn't hear a word but you knew they were talking about you.

But best of all were the men’s reactions. When your gross potential suitors turned to you, they saw your hand firmly in Thomas’s. And there were frowns on all of their faces. Then a nod when their eyes met Thomas's. He would nod back. The man who bested them. The man who beat them. Now, for once, you could be at a party of Roper’s and relax.

Well, not entirely. Elena was still with her family. And you made sure that you at least stayed by her side. You wouldn't leave her alone. The thought of what almost happened at her birthday party... made you want to be sick and disturbed you so much that it chilled your body and made you tense. So you kept an eye on her at the bare minimum. Though it seemed by now, she was sitting by Danny as he showed her his books.

"Wouldn't you like something to drink, darling?" Thomas asked, his voice putting a bit more weight on darling.

"I would love a drink" You nodded.

Both of you walked up to the bar. There was already a guy right by you. The guy from the last party who asked about your book- you could feel his green eyes on you and already smell the hair gel on his platinum blonde comb-over. You could see him get ready with a way to hit on you as he sat. But then his eyes turned up to see the intimidating Six Foot Two barricade to get to your panties. The guy shrunk into himself and then turned away promptly. You had to smirk. You knew he wanted to date you. But now it looked like the only date That Asshole would get tonight would be with his right hand.

"Could the lady have a martini, please?" Thomas asked the bartender. The old man nodded and handed you one. Thomas leaned there to watch the bartender make the drink.

Right as you turned, another familiar man from the other day swung by. Mr. Jacobson. He had been pretty persistent and determined last time. Though your body flinched as if ready for a fight, you made yourself still. Part of you didn’t shoo him away because you knew it was going to be entertaining to watch him try tonight.

You saw Thomas turning to watch you two.

"Hey there, Y/N, you look gorgeous again," Mr. Jacobson said, picking at a toothpick between his teeth with the sensual appeal of a patient at the dentist.

You opened your mouth to speak. To say something. A fruitless refusal. It was in your habit to. Then your fake boyfriend arrived. You felt Thomas’s arm reach across your shoulders. A protective half-hug. You could feel the muscles from how well fitted his suit was and you felt your breath flutter in your lungs. Looking up, Thomas gave the man an icy glare.

"I know she does."

The pure threat of it. If you had to be honest, the low growl in his voice…did something to you. You felt yourself clench your legs. Your breath was shallow and sharp You...liked it. Yes, it wasn't the most progressive thing to be a damsel in distress. But with this fine specimen in blue rescuing you, you were not going to complain.

Mr. Jacobson jumped and his face turned pale. He put his arms up.

"Oh, my bad! My bad! I thought she was...single, you know."

"No, she's not," Thomas said flatly. His glare continued right into the eyes of Mr. Jacobson.

“I am so sorry, man. So sorry, I swear…won’t happen! Won’t happen again!” he begged.

"It won't," Thomas replied firmly.

The guy fluttered away to the other end of the room. You looked up and smiled.

"Thank you, Thomas,"

“Y/N!” you heard Jed from across the room. Already in her light blue summery dress. The flowing skirt made her seem like a mermaid as she walked up. Then she widened her eyes at you.

You turned around and went over to give her a hug.

“You look lovely!” she said.

“Oh Jed, stop! You look gorgeous too!” you shook.

“Oh, don’t say that and…is that…is that Thomas!?” she asked.

You turned over. Thomas went up to her and shook her hand.

“Yes…” You turned to her. Trying to ignore how dry your mouth was with the phrase.

“Jed, Thomas, and I are dating now!” you announced. You followed it by sipping your martini.

Her jaw dropped, but she let a smile on her dazzling face and hugged you.

“Oh my god…that’s wonderful! Y/N! Oh, you should have told me the second it happened!”

"We wanted to be private...until we were certain we were on the same page," you lied through your teeth mid-hug.

Then she dropped to a frown and her eyes hardened. She let go of the hug and crossed her long arms.

“My sister is a sweetheart. And you will treat her well. You got it?”

You were surprised, but you took it.

“Yes, miss," Thomas replied.

“I will fight you if you do anything to hurt you,” she added.

“I understand…and I won’t do anything, Jed. I'll treat her well. Promise," he swore.

“Thank you…”

You sighed. Jed was right- he was decent. As dinner arrived, you both sat next to Elena and her parents. You were glad for her being a third wheel. She spoke to you and smiled. You even made jokes with each other. Both you and Thomas were aware of holding each other's hands whenever possible. But it didn't feel too different from just eating next to him anytime. He did flash you a smile and you found yourself smiling back. On instinct.

But…you couldn’t get this too complicated quickly. No, you read enough Romance novels to know where this kind of shit led up to. It wasn't right. You didn't like this...romance was in stories and fiction. Not in the real world. In the real world, where too many men, men like Roper, were just there to assert power and squash the women beneath them to prove a point. You couldn't risk that. Couldn't risk anything. Just enjoy a fleeting fantasy. A pretense. Like being an actor on the stage.

After dinner, he led you out to the balcony. There were a couple of other people out there smoking cigarettes and admiring the view of the city and the ocean at night. Then they began to walk off. You both were left alone. So you squared your voice.

"Thomas, promise me this thing. Don't get any emotions. Because I won't. Let's not get too attached to each other during this. The last thing I need is to actually believe our little game with Roper.”

He leaned over the balcony. A light breeze from the night drifted onto you both.

“What emotions should be involved?” he asked.

You felt yourself cross your arms. Your jaw hung open, but no words formed immediately.

“Um...Just....friendship I guess, nothing more," you answered.

He nodded with a small smile.

"If that is what makes you safe, then I won't mind," he assured you.

You put your forearms on the balcony. You looked out at the moonlight as its reflection still shimmered over the gentle rustling of the sea.

"You’re quite the gentleman," you acknowledged.

“I tried. I saw how uncomfortable they made you, Y/N. I feel sorry you have to go through that… You don’t deserve to feel unsafe," he said.

"Thank you....Thomas, Maybe I should return the favor…Is there anything I can help you with, Thomas?" you asked, turning to him.

He looked at you. Then he licked his lips and took in a breath, ready to say his boon.

"Not really, just this one thing..." he began.

“What is it?”

"If they're going to believe we're a couple...we have to know things about each other. That’s what couples do. They might test us. Especially when we’re alone. That's what couples do.”

You tilted your head.

"Have you been in relationships before?" you asked curiously.

He nodded.

"Married briefly, then we divorced. We were both young-too young to understand what marriage meant. And...there was a woman once but...it didn't work out," he answered.

You heard the wind whistle in your ear.

"Even with those- you learn things about each other. I could tell you my ex-wife liked to paint. Jed could tell you what Roper's favorite color is if you asked her," he pointed out. "You know...hobbies. Foods. Favorite colors. What are yours, Y/N?"

You blinked. Then opening your mouth, you began your answers. “Well, for one, I like to read. I bring books in my purses in case events get dull. Jed would tease me about it. I have her and our mom…but things are complicated right now...”

It felt like some icebreaker activity on the first day of school. But he smiled warmly, nodding. You described what you liked to do. Your favorite foods you couldn't resist. And the colors that you liked the most. Thomas relaxed to a smile and nodded.

"I'll keep that in mind," he replied.

You drummed your fingers on the balcony.

"Do you have hobbies, Thomas?" you asked.

He nodded.

"Yes. I like to read, too. I collect books," he answered. He stood up and put his hands in his pockets.

"Ooo, and your family?"

"Father died. Then my mum. Never had a real family. Just foster homes."

You looked down to the ground.

"Oh...I'm sorry..."

He then took out his hand. He touched your chin, lifting it gently to look at him. He only shrugged with a calm expression on his face.

"Don't be...I only got to have many families. I was with a family who spoke Arabic. Another spoke German. I learned their languages, too."

"Cool! Do you know a phrase you can teach me?" you asked.

He nodded. He looked around, then his eyes met yours again.

"Easily-here's a German one. Die Sterne sind heute Nacht hell."

"And that means..."

He removed a hand from his pocket and pointed at the sky.

"The stars are bright tonight..."

Both of you looked up-an expanse of stars glowed above you. They were so bright they glistened down. Their own light gave his skin a more silver glow to him. You saw he smiled and his shoulders relaxed. He looked beautiful, looking up, admiring the sky.

“Yes…they’re very pretty,” you said.

There was a knock on the glass door and you turned and saw Jed. She signaled to you that the guests were heading out and you had to say your goodbyes. You both flashed a "couple" smile and a brief, half "couple" hug. Especially with her eyes on the both of you. As you headed back inside, she turned to you.

“Well, first you had Danny, now you have Elena, and now Thomas! It’s like you hardly see me!” she teased.

“Oh, by all means- join us in our room, we could get a sleeping bag for you! And don’t pretend you don’t have your own man too.”

She smirked, then gave you a kiss on the side of her head. But as you looked back, Thomas was still admiring the sky.

The next morning, you woke up in your room to the sounds of birds. You listened to Elena snore in the bed next to you. She went on her stomach, and her dark hair splayed across the pillow. It was like the snore of a puppy and it was pretty cute, you had to admit.

She was resting. She was sleeping. She was alive-her inhales and exhales signaled by his body rising and falling softly.

When you went over to her counter, you took note of something you hadn't noticed- prescription bottles. Looking at them, you saw her counselor prescribed her anti-depressants yesterday. You smiled. It did look like she was going to have to take one in the morning. You'd have to remind her. Normally, you’d get water or coffee, but you made a promise not to leave her alone. You would honor it. Just in case she woke up. But as you sat by in the room, you turned your head to the window to look outside. Dear God, You were glad you looked.

Outside, you saw none other than your fake boyfriend, Thomas, running on the beach in dark shorts. No shoes. And no shirt.

You felt the corners of your lips tug up as if a smile was brewing. You felt your eyes glaze over his muscled abdominals- he was lean but you could count the six packs on his ripped stomach. His pectorals bounced with the force of his jogging. All of a sudden, you understood heterosexual men a lot more. He was delicious. His determined eyes shot forward like nothing on earth was going to stop him from getting to the other side of that beach. And that was alluring, to put it mildly. You could have squealed and pressed your face to the window like a fangirl, but stayed put. Savoring each inch of him. From his short hair to the trail of hair on his lower stomach leading you to the center of sin. His muscled arms with bulging biceps moved with each turn of his shoulder per step. You found yourself creeping to a corner. So he wouldn't see. So you could indulge yourself. Oogle him. Even lust after him. He was getting very sweaty and you could feel his breathing with how hard he ran. Then you would be blessed with imagining him taking a shower.

You were tempted for a second to wake up Elena so she could see him too and drool over him. But honestly, it went in a second because you could not take your eyes off of him.

“Holy shit” was the only phrase in your head as you watched him continue to run on. Even seeing how his sweat was hinted at by the glow of the rising sun. His trail grazed the ocean and the water splashed from his running. And his feet weren't the only thing starting to get damp.

You felt warm and tingly as he ran by. Your pussy was beginning to....feel things you hadn't felt in a long while. Then he was gone. You had a good look at his perfect, peachy behind and the back of his muscular thighs in the shorts and then he went on his way.

You swallowed. Pacing the floor, you shook your hands as if to shake the lust from your body. You were a lot more thrilled you had to be a pretend girlfriend to him. All the man on earth and it was him you got to hold hands and sit next to! Any other girl could have him. It was a miracle he didn't have a hundred lovers at this point- but he was yours! All yours!

No-NO! A more rational part of your brain yelled.

Yes, he's hot. But it's fake. Don't let your feelings get involved. He's a nice man. He’s got an amazing body. But he's still a man. Yes, he's hot, but it's fake, Y/N, you reminded yourself that morning.

It's fake, it's fake, it's fake.

That morning at breakfast, you could smell that Thomas had taken a shower. Elena stood by you when he greeted you. He used a soap scented with citrus. God, the fantasy of him taking a shower was screaming in your impulsive thoughts now. He went up to you and smiled. In Boyfriend ™ mode, he gave you a half-hug.

“How are you, darling?” he asked.

“I’m alright. Starving.”

“Then let’s get you something to eat then,” he said as the chef wheeled in omelets and toast for everybody.

You looked over around the table. Then a sight caught you that hit you like a brick.

Sandy and Caro had hired a nanny- a gorgeous young woman hired to look after Sady and Caro's two little boys. But Sandy sat next to the beautiful woman and smiled at her. Not in a way that felt appropriate.

“Why, don’t you look beautiful this morning!? Did you wake up like this?” he asked the lady.

“Oh…yes! Yes, I did,” she replied flirtatiously.

Wait a minute, you thought. How long has she been here? When you counted the weeks, you realized that there was a correlation between Sandy stopping his flirting with you when she first arrived. No coincidence. Your mind spiraled further.

The woman knew he was a married man. It was not stopping her.

Whipping your eyes to the side you saw Caro blink. Her face went pale. Then red. Then pale again. Their boys complained bout wanting pancakes and she would tell the chef to make some batter for them. But Caro didn't eat the rest of her food.

You felt suddenly sick. You gripped your fork in your hand.

“Is everything alright, Y/N?” Thomas asked, his jaw tight but his voice earnest.

“I…I, uh, we’ll talk later. Not right now,” you said.

Thomas was there, he slipped a hand to hold yours as you ate.

The next day, you took Elena to visit the church before getting some lunch somewhere. It was a blazing day and you were grateful for the coolness of the cathedral. A sanctuary in many ways. The heat. And for Elena. Both of you sat down. You saw her make the sign of the cross and half kneel before sitting at a pew. She was right- this was a safe place. And maybe if Roper was the devil, then he couldn't touch you here. Neither of you.

"How is therapy going?" you asked.

"It's...it's good. Very good. I never listened to someone...as kind as her...I never felt so...so safe. No guards. No Papi. Nothing. She told me all sorts of things. I cry almost the whole time. But she…she listens to me. She believes me. She tells me every feeling and part of life is only temporary and the bad feelings and bad parts eventually go away…"

"That's good. I'm glad. And the apartment search? Have you picked a city?"

"I'd like to live here. It's not too far but far enough. I'm looking at applications...And you- how are you and Thomas?"

"We're...we're good, thank you."

"Just good? How did you two meet?" she asked.

"Well...he rescued Danny. Roper brought him to recover. Got to talk to him a lot. Then he asked me out." So far, so good. You just prayed he would say the same if someone asked him.

"Does he kiss you?"

"Yes," you lied.

"I don't see it. I see your sister kiss Roper all the time."

"Thomas...it's the British in him. Stiff upper lip. He's not the PDA type outside of hands and hugging. That might be pushing it....he kissed me the other night under the stars at the party." you added with a smile. Your memory flashed to Thomas staring up at the sky.

"Huh...nice...but Y/N...I’ve been scared..."

She blinked.

"Will Roper...catch me? Will he...kill me? He's not beneath it. I know he is."

"Why would Roper want to kill the daughter of his lawyer? He'd turn his own ally against him?"

Her jaw tightened.

"He'll see...that I'm not happy...he knows I know the truth about him…"

“Then why hasn’t he done it yet?” you asked.

“I…I don’t know…but I want to get out now!"

"Then..." you turned around.

"Then that means, if you're not happy draining his wealth, then we'll get out of here. Just bear it-be patient, Elena. We have to find you an apartment first...and then we go through the application process."

Her eyes shined.

"Anywhere is better than at Roper''s."

"Okay...we'll take some time here. You can go to the confessional if you want. Whenever you're ready...let's find a place that's leasing. Ask them some questions. See what you might like.”

Elena nodded. After a bit, you saw her go off and have a chat with the other people around the cathedral. Old women kissing their cross necklaces. Tourists taking photos on their phones. Funny...that was the same pregnant tourist she talked to on the first day! Maybe a pregnant Catholic tourist. She went back to you and you gave her a smile as you both stood up and walked down the halls to the door.

You commented "One thing to remember about yourself Elena- you're a good person. You make friends with everyone- no wonder that lady keeps coming back to you! People like you!"

She sighed and her shoulders sagged.

“What is it?”

"Y/N…I feel sometimes I’m…I’m yelling for help to get out, but at my parents, at Roper’s…it’s like no one can hear me. I should be happy. But I’m not…I'm just...just a whining, weak little rich girl..."

Tears were in the ducts of her eyes.

"No, Elena. Don’t discredit yourself. You are going through a hard time. Something happened to you to make you think there was no getting better. And that poor girl may think she has no other escape...but there is...there always is…and you are not alone...”

You turned to her, gripping her shoulders.

“Deaths’ a permanent solution to a temporary problem. You have to remember that. Your problems are real…so are mine! But they are temporary!”

You swallowed, your voice broke with your words yet you spoke on. But you saw Eelena smile despite her sobs.

“You’re already seeking help. And getting therapy and talking. And we’re getting you a new place. Even if it takes a while, you’re going to get out of Roper’s grasp and never look back, and never have to live off of blood money again!! Neither of us will!"

You were crying too.

"I promise you. We will get you to escape. We'll find something- I will do whatever it takes. That little rich girl isn't whiny or weak...she's a brave young woman who looked at death right in its eye and when she was going to cross….she chose life instead. She did the right thing. She's a hero who saved herself and she deserves to be happy."

Crying, she hugged you deeply.

“Oh, Y/N! Thank you! T-thank you-u-u,” she replied, her own voice breaking with tears. But it felt nice. Freeing. Crying released the tension between the two of you. “You’re a strong woman, Elena. I’m proud of you-just for living. Just for surviving.”

After lunch, both of you toured apartments around. Elena lit up and smiled with each bare corner and wall you both saw. As you returned, it was a lazy evening. You were enjoying your reading while lounging at the pool. You saw Thomas walk around and saw Elena chatting with him. Part of you was tempted to be jealous or concerned. But it was alright. There seemed nothing inappropriate between them. Let her make another friend. But Caro only sat by the edge dipping her bare feet in the water. Her face was despondent. Staring at nothing.

There was a dinner the next day. It was no party (Corky was grateful- guests were a lot to keep track of). But it was nice as always. Nice with lobsters for everyone and large glasses of wine for each person. You saw Corky was already on his third one as he dug into his crab cakes and spuds. You had to grin. At least he was off your back when he had a few.

But Jonathan was handsome as ever. In just a dark suit and white shirt, he still appeared like a Greek god in the flesh. Whenever he smiled at you, it was like you had swallowed a bird and it was flying around in your stomach.

"Is there any...dessert you'd like to split?" he'd ask.

"Yes, uhm...how about...uh- a slice of cake- sweetie," you said, adding emphasis on the last two words should anyone hear.

"Cake sounds marvelous, my dear," he said, feeling yourself tingle at the words. Enjoying the fakeness while it lasted.

Elena looked at you and gave a smile over her chicken as she continued to eat.

Yes- eat. Drink water. Sleep. Live, Elena, live, I'll get you out. You’re going to live. You’re going to be happy with your life, I promise...

"Oh, Thomas! One would think you were a nun and a eunuch!" Roper teased.

You shot up. You made a point by leaning closer and holding Thomas’s hand.

“Roper, really…” you said. But you were interrupted.

"Go on, Y/N is as sweet as that dessert, why don't you give her a little kiss on the cheek..."

You looked down, an embarrassed laugh coming out of you. Thomas opened his mouth to speak, but Roper pressed further. He was testing you both and he knew it. Like you were both his playthings.

"C'mon! Just a peck, Loverboy!” Roper pressed.

You glanced at him and he at you.

“Would you be okay if I kissed you, just on the cheek?” Thomas asked.

“Uh, yes. Sure.”

He leaned in close. You could smell the food on his breath and feel warm air from his nostrils, from his breathing. Then he brought his lips to your cheek. They were soft. Gentle. Like a drizzle in April. You felt your whole body get hot. The fact you were kissed in such a spot. It was as chaste as chaste could be. Yet you could have melted from how tender his lips felt against the skin of your cheek. Then he retreated.

Roper smiled and lifted his glass, taking a sip of his chardonnay.

It then struck you. Sandy and the babysitter had been gone. Too long. Suspiciously long. Then, from the hallway, you heard steps. And laughter- both deep masculine and bright feminine voices. The nanny returned first. The nanny was blushing, but smiling as she returned. Then a few minutes later, Sandy walked returned. You saw his shirt looked disshelved and there was a swagger to his steps.

The asshole wasn’t even subtle or secret about it.

Caro looked devastated. Her face was white. She was shaking. Everyone turned their faces away and kept talking as if nothing happened. Even if Caro looked like she was going to break in a hundred bits. You could tell it was everything in her not to cry in front of her boys.

“Well, I hope everyone has room for dessert. Hear the cake’s magnificent! A chef Ludesma signature!” Sandy announced with a flourish of his voice. That stupid asshole. Caro was devoted to him and she loved him. She did everything right- gorgeous socialite mom who gave Sandy two sons to take fishing and to sports games to be more copies of their father. She always got her hair and nails done and her clothes always looked in place. She was friendly and polite to everyone and you never heard of her capable of hurting a fly. Caro never stepped a toe out of line and looked away when men hit on her. And that bastard cheated on her anyway.

She did everything right and she was the one crying. He was having an affair, and he was smiling.

You had had enough. You got right out of your chair. Thomas looked up at you, but his face remained neutral.

You went up to Sandy before your self-control could get you. You took Sandy and looked him in the eye. He went up, wiping his mouth with his napkin- you didn’t see it closely but you knew the nanny wore pink lipstick. Sandy looked up at you with that stupid, shit-eating grin.

"Y/N, how are-"

You slapped him hard before he could finish his sentence. The crowd gasped and chairs squeaked as people got up. Sandy immediately got up, trying to let his tallness and his masculinity scare you away. But you did not back down.

“Y/N, what was the point of-”

Before he could finish that, you gave him a kick in the groin too. He groaned and leaned over in pain, then you grabbed his shirt.

"You stop fucking that babysitter, or I WILL use one of the wine glasses and break it and cut your balls off with it, do you understand?" you raged.

His eyes went wide and he gritted his teeth. You saw his fists curled as if ready to punch you. You took a step back but didn’t stop glaring his eyes.

“Caro loves you and this is how you repay her, you prick?! She doesn’t deserve you. You’re lucky she hasn’t stabbed you!” you continued.

“You little bitch!” Sandy cursed.

But the party already ran up to you. People held both Sandy and you back.

Roper stood up. He went over to Sandy and got him, restraining him from lunging. You felt Jed and Thomas get up and get you, pulling you back. Then you shot your eyes into the nanny to give her a death glare. You would have slapped her too if it wasn't for Jed holding you back.

“! You’re as bad as he is! You KNEW he was married, and it didn’t stop you, you little-”

Jed pulled you away. And you gritted your teeth as the nanny stared horrified, frozen in her seat.

Sandy meanwhile was pointing a meaty, sausage-like finger in your direction.

"Did you see what she did!? She attacked me!” he cried.

"Now, Sandy, don't panic...it's just a scuffle. I don't see a mark on your cheek. Not a large one, anyway." Roper began.

He glared at you. His voice steeled with more venom than you could imagine.

"We know the lowest brothels in Munich and we'll sell you straight to them this minute !" he threatened.

You felt your jaw clench. Terror gripped you and you couldn't move, couldn't think.

“No! Please! Please don’t!” Jed begged, leaning forward.

Then Thomas stepped forward. He replaced Jed's arm around you and then leaned out a hand in peace. Jed ran forward to beg Roper and Sandy not to sell you off as punishment. Could they...could they do that...oh no...what on earth had you done!?!

Thomas however, was still quiet. But he was strong. You found yourself wanting to nuzzle into his shirt. You could smell his cologne subtly applied. He was again...so warm and soft. And safe. He then began speaking with such authority, anyone had to listen.

"Please...everyone...let's not fret ourselves. Sandy has done wrong, and he should acknowledge how much this hurt his wife. Don’t be upset at Y/N, either. She’s fiercely devoted to her friends, especially the women here. She was trying to protect Caro," he reasoned.

He looked down at you. His gaze softened and you felt yourself relax a little near him. His arm enclasped you in an embrace. Youcould feel his pulse in his body. You hugged him back and swallowed hard.

Roper furrowed his brow. He then took a step forward and spoke to your pretend boyfriend giving you a very real defense.

"If she was my woman...she would be off to Germany by now. But she's not. Thomas, you have to learn to control your woman. I do so with Jed. Sandy does it with Caro. Now it’s your turn. Take her to your quarters. Give her a dressing down. Or we will have to do it for you,” threatened Roper.

You felt your heart race inside your ears. This was some real 19th-century bullshit Roper was pulling out of his ass. Would that be…be possible? Now even Jed looked scared. So very scared. And she stopped trying to beg him. Oh god, now it was going to happen to you. Elena and her parents were silent and you saw the teenage girl trembling. She took a step forward out of her seat, but then Roper put an arm up to stop her.

Thomas then put his hand around your arm.

“Here…I will take her to my room and I will dress her down, as we say. Just give us a moment…” he began.

Thomas was a nice man. A docile, polite, quiet, if not slightly mild man when you talked to him. He wouldn’t…beat you. He didn't seem the type. hen again, you remembered a phrase you heard once. It was always the ones you would never suspect. You bit back your bile. Your legs were shaking so badly, you wondered if you were standing.

“Here, Y/N…come with me…” he directed.

You had no choice but to follow as he led you by pulling you with him. His touch felt like a grip this time. You were shaking. Then he led you out. Out of that building. The guards nodded and let him. Out into the cool night air with the crickets and stars. You could still smell the sea too. It would usually be comforting. But this was not usual. You saw his muscles and big hands- he could overtake you in a fight. A blow from his fists would hurt. He could easily overpower you. You should have known. You should have known he was Roper's friend. And friends meant one's future-your sister's future. Yours.

He had a smaller cottage near the property. He took you right inside into the front foyer- a little hall with a kitchenette right there. Then he locked the door and looked at you. His jaw tight. Then he took a step forward. You squeezed your eyes shut and braced yourself.

“Just get it over with, quick!” you insisted.

“Y/N…you're safe here. They would have pressured me to hit you. But I'm not. Not here or anywhere. I’m not going to hurt you…” he said.

You opened your eyes. Your shoulders relaxed though your heart was still racing. He went up to you.

“Thomas, what are you talking about?” you hissed.

He leaned in close. His voice was just a whisper.

“You don’t have to call me Thomas here…you can call me Jonathan.”

“What…you have another name?” you asked, your mind reeling with every word he said.

“Yes-Jonathan Pine.”

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paris

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Summary: After spending the last few hours pretending to be a loving couple while on a mission in Paris, Jonathan decides to lose himself in the fantasy of having you to himself.

Pairing: Jonathan Pine x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: 18+ | smutty (minors & pearl clutchers, know your place…it ain't here); 1 cuss word

Things to be aware of: coworkers/mission partners to lovers

The second you walked in to your hotel room, you kicked off the death trap excuse for 'shoes' you had on your feet, your toes and ankles practically screaming in relief that the infernal torture devices were finally away from them, slumping against the door and taking a few steadying breaths of your own before padding across the room with only your stockings to cover your feet and pouring  yourself a glass of rosé.

You'd spent the last three hours rubbing elbows and schmoozing with the self-proclaimed 'elite of society' in a gathering within the Parisian vacation home of one of Austria's most notorious drug cartel leaders who had began to encroach on the space left empty in the weapons trade with the capture of Richard Roper. Jonathan had reassumed his identity as the disarmingly seductive Andrew Birch, throwing his name into the hat to take over the seat that Roper left empty.

He had the contacts that would still be more than willing to conduct business with him if the cover ever had to go that far. Not to mention a cozy little nest egg of 300 million that everyone seemed to have forgotten about in the pandemonium of it all.

Meanwhile you were there to pretend to be his right hand and fiancee, infiltrate the Austrian's private study, and find the damning evidence that showed he was putting out feelers in order to establish himself in the arms trade as 'the new Roper'. All the while putting on a show that you and Birch were the very definition of insatiable.

Dancing together in the middle of the extravagant ballroom, your bodies pressed together so closely you were almost intimately familiar with each curve of his muscled physique. Never having a moment where no part of your body was touching the other's somehow, whether it be a hand to his chest to display the engagement ring that solidified your personas in a display of feigned possessiveness, or his arrantly large hand curving around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

And then there was the kissing, which you couldn't even bring yourself to think about without melting into a puddle of your own vulgar thoughts involving you and Pine and the bed in your hotel room.

"Keep dreaming, Y/L/N, you're not his type," you mumbled into your wine glass, pissed at yourself for lamenting over goddamn Jonathan Pine instead of just letting yourself enjoy the view of Paris at night, the Eiffel Tower lit up and washing over the city in a romantic glow.

The sound of your door opening suddenly had you ready to break the wine bottle to use as a makeshift weapon to defend yourself. "Stand down, Y/N, it's only me."

You could feel your body easing up from its defensive stance at the sound of Jonathan's voice. "Now how did you know I was arming myself already?"

"Because if you weren't I'd be immensely disappointed in you and might have to throw you back to training. Teach you a thing or two." You did your best to not let it show that his words had such a bestial effect on you, that you were currently doing your damnedest not to press your thighs together to relieve the way your pussy started clenching around nothing.

The ache between your legs intensified with each step you heard him taking in your direction, the sounds of him pouring himself a glass of wine a few mere feet behind you sending a thrill throughout your entire body.

"It's beautiful," he whispered as he walked up behind you, the combined warmth from the alcohol and the feel of his chest against your back making your mind run rampant with obscene thoughts of him carrying you back into the room and stripping you of the slinky satin number draped over your curves. Making you scream for him until the entire hotel -- hell, the entirety of Paris -- knew exactly who it was that brought you to such an insatiable state that you were reduced to incoherent screams of his name.

You fought against the twitching of your free hand to reach for his as he placed it on the balcony railing, so close to your own, opting instead for what you often tended to do in his presence when you weren't assuming any type of persona: you rambled.

"When I was a little girl all the way up until probably before the IEA I dreamed of traveling the world. When I was transferred to Angela's division sometime last year, I got to see most of it, but this place still lurked in the back of my mind. And before you assume it's about the fashion or the romance, no. I was after the food." And a little bit of the romance, you finished internally. "The view's good, too, I guess," you capped off cheekily.

As you turned your head to ask him what he was doing in your room in the first place, a startling realization dawned on you the moment your gazes met.

He wasn't looking at the view.

"Jonathan--"

Before you could say anything else, he silenced your words by leaning down and capturing your lips in a soft kiss, the taste of him paired with the wine creating a heady combination that threw you off balance. You were only faintly aware of him taking your glass from your hand and placing it down on the small table next to the bottle based on the sounds of your glasses clinking together.

"I had a peek into what it would be like to call you mine tonight," he murmured against your lips, his hands settling on the curves of your waist and pulling you towards him to press your back firmer against his chest. "Now I can't deny my feelings for you anymore. I can't keep telling myself to stay away because it would complicate our work or some other bullshit excuse."

You whimpered as he laid his lips on yours again, your knees buckling from his delicate licks at the parting of your lips, asking for entrance that you were more than happy to grant him, moaning and relaxing into his hold as your tongues met.

"Please," he whispered as he pulled away from you. "Tell me I'm not making a complete fool of myself here, telling you how I've dreamed of you. Of us. Finally together--"

"You're not." You spoke your words in a rush, placing your hands over his comparatively larger ones and threading your fingers in between his own. "I've…I've dreamt about you, too. Wanted you--"

He pressed his lips to yours again, the rest of your words fading on the tip of your tongue as he slipped his hands out of yours and began to roam your body. You let out a muffled moan when he'd touched the exposed skin of your thigh from your dress's high slit, his fingers starting to bunch up the fabric and slowly exposing more of your legs to the cold Paris air.

"What're you doing?" you breathed out, biting your lip as he kissed along your neck and shoulder, nipping and licking at the expansive amount of exposed skin thanks to your dress.

"In the morning we'll roam the city, like tourists. We'll sample the best food that Paris has to offer." Your giggles from his plan for the morning quickly turned into moans as  he proceeded to suck a bruise into the back of your neck. "Tonight will be spent working up our appetite."

When you turned your head to face him, he nipped at your shoulder again, tightening his hold on you.

"Eyes forward, darling. And put your hands on the railing." You let out a shaky moan as you followed his  soft-spoken command, your jaw going slack as his hands began to work your panties down your legs. "I want you to look back at your memories of this city, of that view in front of us, and remember this."

You felt him settle behind you again, wrapping an arm across your stomach. The sound of a zipper being undone and the shuffling of trousers and the soft clinking of a belt buckle piercing the low buzz of the city around you. Your grip around the railing tightened until you felt your skin stretched taut over your knuckles when you felt the tip of his length brushing along your folds, and then lining himself up at your entrance. "Jonathan--!"

Suddenly his lips were at your ear, his breath warming your skin in the cold night air. "Whenever you close your eyes and remember this view, I want you to remember every touch. Every kiss." He emphasized his words by pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the back of your shoulder, groaning against you as he flicked his tongue against your skin. "I want you to remember being worshipped by the man that loves you."

All words died at the tip of your tongue as he inched his way inside of you, the only coherent thought remaining in your mind being 'He loves me back'.

A/N: Welcome to the first Jonathan Pine story of the collection! Again…because deadlines…I had to fade to black this one. And I don't have plans for a part 2 as far as this story goes.

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For your Lyric-Drabble Mania: Jonathan Pine & "You can count on me like one, two, three

I'll be there" Count on Me by Bruno Mars.

I love that song. The first time I ever heard it, it brought tears of joy to my eyes. I'm a teacher assistant and the pre-kindergartners(4 years old) sang it to their parents during a little ceremony at the end of the year.. or they sang along with Bruno on a recording.

a/n: Thanks for your request, my friend! I love that song, too, so it was an honour for me to write something for it! ☺️🧡

Warnings: angst, panic attacks, mentions of depression?, fluff

Word Count: 1,1k

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Based on this song:

Not Alone

It was one of those nights, in which your brain didn't allow you to find rest. A trillion thoughts were running through your mind. Thoughts about the past, present and future. Thoughts about what could've been or should've been. The demons, which you already had fought so often, took the upper hand again; taking over your mind and didn't allow your body to rest and fall asleep. Those demons caused you to overthink everything. The choices you made, the things you did... It was a mess. You tossed and turned, trying to find peace, but you couldn't. Groaning, you shifted inside the bed once again, which felt way colder and more empty than usual. A harsh, brisk breeze came through the window, letting in the cool Swiss night air and causing you to freeze. Shivering, you clasped onto the duvet covering your body even tighter, but it was no use. The coldness had gotten to you. You felt cold - and lonely.

The bed was way too big for sleeping in it alone, but you had no other choice. Not with your boyfriend being a night manager - which included him, working at night. Usually, you were used to being alone at night... Not today. Today, you felt so lonely like you never felt before in your life. Even though you knew that you weren't alone. Not with Jonathan by your side. He was the most caring and sweetest man you ever met. He was all you ever wanted and needed. Whenever you felt low and those demons were clawing their sharp fingernails into your soul, he was there for you, reassuring you and promising you that everything is going to be alright. Without him, you didn't know where you would be right now. He was the sunshine in your life; the reason to keep going.

Another breeze hit your skin, causing you to shiver and pull your blanket even tighter around yourself. You were way too tired and exhausted to get up and close the window; unable to convince your body to move. All you wanted to do was sleep... Tears escaped the corners of your eyes from all the frustration and bad thoughts. It was just too much. The weight on your shoulders was too heavy. You sobbed into the pillow, feeling how you were losing grip, desperately trying to hold on, but it was difficult. There was only one chance left... Only one way to escape this maelstrom of depression, before it would drag you under. The last station. The last possibility to hop off the sinking ship.... Calling Jonathan. He always knew what to do; always knew how to help you and calm you down. He was your lifeline. Your tower of strength.

With a slightly shaking hand, you reached for your bedside table, feeling for your mobile. You found it pretty quickly, luckily. Unlocking your phone, you went into your contacts folder and tapped on Jonathan's contact, in order to call him – but not without taking a look on the watch first. 1:30... Hopefully, he had a few spare minutes to talk.

Nervously and anxiously biting your lip, you waited longingly for him to pick up - what he did after the fourth ring to your sheer endless relief. "Y/N?" His deep voice echoed through the speaker and went straight to your head. "H-Hi, baby." "Hello, my love." He said, audibly smiling. "Why are you calling me that late? Aren't you supposed to be sleeping right now? Everything okay?" You swallowed. "Do you, uh, h-have a minute?" "For you? Always." Again, you swallowed, curling yourself up into a ball, as another wave of anxiety hit you. "O-Okay, perhaps I need you m-more than just a m-minute..." The quiver in your voice and the small whimper in the end of your sentence made Jonathan finally realise what was going on. It fell like scales from his eyes. How did he not notice it earlier? "Oh no, baby... Is it one of those nights again?" "Uh.Huh..." "Alright. Give me a second, darling. I'm going to sign off for my break, then we can talk. Stay on the line, okay? I want you to take deep breaths for me, yes?" "Y-Yes." You did what he said, took deep breaths and waited for him to take his break.

"Okay, love, I'm back. I'm here." His voice returned, causing you immediately to feel a bit better. "Are those demons haunting you again?" You nodded, even though Jonathan wasn't able to see it. "Feels so cold without you..." "I know, I know, I'm sorry, but I'm right here with you now, yes? You are not alone, love. You never will be. You are so strong; stronger than those demons. They are not worth your thoughts. They don't deserve your attention. Only the good thoughts do." You nodded once more, trying to focus on his voice. "Remember, when we went sledding for the first time here in Switzerland?" "Uh.Huh, y-yes." "It was such a beautiful sunny day... Cold and snowy, but sunny. We went sledding together before, but certainly not in such a big style. The alps definitely were a whole new level. Gods, we had so much fun that day, thrashing the hills and eating about a ton snow, but it was so worth it. Remember how I fell off the sledge and landed straight on my face?" He recalled the memory in your brain, causing you to giggle ever so softly. "Yeah... You looked like a snowman, all covered in snow." "I did!" Jonathan exclaimed with a chuckle. His plan was working - like it always did. "I will never forget that day, love." "Me neither."

Jonathan recalled another few wonderful, funny and precious moment, until you felt the voices in your head getting quieter and quieter, until they became silent. Once again, he had saved you, like he did so often. "Do you feel better now, love?" "Yeah... Thank you so much." "Of course. No need to thank me. I'd do anything for you, you know that." "Yes - and I'm very grateful for that. I love you." You smiled. "I love you, too, darling. Unfortunately, I have to keep working. My break is over, but if you still feel a bit alone and cold, I left my shirt underneath my blanket, just in case." Without hesitation, you reached out your free hand, feeling for Jonathan's shirt underneath the blanket - successfully. "Got it!" You took a deep breath, causing the mix of his scent and his cologne to hit your airways. Home... It was home. Jonathan just chuckled adorably. "Thank you so much, baby." You said, snuggling closer into his shirt. "Again, no need to thank me, love. You know you can count on me like one, two, three and I'll be there.

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The Mission Comes First

Jonathan Pine x fem!Reader

Summary: Jonathan met you long before he came in contact with Angela Burr. When he goes undercover, you join him. Unfortunately, Roper catches and then tortures you to find out who sent you... while Jonathan has to stand by and watch, just like he promised you. The mission comes first, no matter what.

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: angst, angst with a bittersweet ending; torture, mentions of torture, implied torture; Roper and Corky being piles of absolute garbage

This fic is a random pile of angst that @muddyorbsblr​ helped me come up with. Thank you so much for throwing ideas around with me, that was a lot of fun. This fic kinda came out of that. I just sat down today and wrote 1.800 words to finish it, I don’t even know how. It was super fun.

I hope everyone likes it since I don’t usually write for Jonathan (but I’ve been wanting to lol).

@lokisgoodgirl​ Maybe you’ll enjoy this too. I actually managed to finish it today, big surprise! 😄

Jonathan stared at the wall across the room, trying to block out the sounds around him. His hands clenched into fists, buried deep in the pockets of his blue suit pants.

He’d known this day could come. The two of you had talked about it multiple times, him trying to pretend it was just a far away scenario while you’d been insistent that you needed to be prepared for the worst.

You were always the more dutiful one.

You were serious where he was hot-headed, calculated where he’d try to act with brute force.

Jonathan blinked harshly as a loud slap echoed through the room, followed by a low groan.

A paint stain on the wall. Whoever was in charge with designing this place had messed up.

You’d grabbed his arm, that one morning before there would be no going back anymore. Your hand held him back, keeping him from entering the car that would bring you to the safe house where you’d be given a make-over and new identities.

Your eyes were gravely serious as you looked at him.

“The mission comes first, no matter what. Promise me.”

Jonathan didn’t know how to react at first. Angela was already waving for them to hurry up and get in the car.

Your grip on his arm only became stronger as you pulled him towards you, your jaw set and your eyes deadly serious.

Literally.

“Promise me. The mission comes first. No matter what.”

Another scream tore through the room. Jonathen gritted his teeth.

No matter what.

He’d told you the same thing, finally watching your eyes grow soft again as you pulled him into a kiss. He’d wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly as Angela called for them to get into the car.

You’d smiled at him before you finally opened the door and scooted onto the worn-down seat.

Angela berated you once the car set into motion, talking throughout almost the entire drive to the safe house.

Jonathan tried to keep his eyes open. Squeezing them shut would be too obvious, it’d get him caught. Both of you.

He couldn’t let that happen.

Jonathan hadn’t collected enough information on Roper’s shady deals yet. If he cracked now, they had nothing.

Roper would kill him, and he’d have you taken care of as well – or he’d use you to gain information on their employer and then throw you away like a burnt-out cigarette.

It wouldn’t be that smart, Jonathan mused, killing him first. You were far more resilient than him, a lot harder to crack.

To get to him, Roper wouldn’t have to do much. Simply torturing you was enough – exactly like he was doing now, albeit unintentionally.

To crack you… That was a lot more difficult.

Another scream tore through his resolve. Jonathan’s eyes shifted to a tiny hole in the wall next to the paint stain. Someone had really messed up the design.

The mission comes first, he tried to remind himself.

The words repeated in his head as your screams steadily grew louder, until he almost yelled the phrase into the room.

The mission. The mission comes first. No matter what.

You’d probably known that everything would lead to this. That was why you’d been so insistent, forcing Jonathan to make that promise – knowing for certain that he never broke a promise. Ever.

Just like he’d promised you that, one day, when everything was over and you were free, he would marry you.

It was Jonathan’s own way of making sure he’d have a reason to get through this. If he could cling to the image of you next to the altar, he’d be okay – provided you’d even get any priest to marry you in the first place.

Angela would have to help him there. She owed him multiple times over.

Jonathan took a deep breath. He had this under control, he could do this. He’d stand by and keep up this mask, and soon they’d give up.

Not long now…

Your next scream almost ruptured his eardrums, your broken voice cracking towards the end.

Jonathan flinched. His eyes darted away from the wall, away from his focal point and settled on your crumpled body on the floor. His breath stuttered out of him between parted lips, his heart clenching painfully in his chest.

Your face was swollen, having been beaten black and blue by Corky and his goons. Nasty gashes covered your skin, some still bleeding. Jonathan could even spot cigarette burns on your arms. Your eyes had swollen almost completely shut and your head hung low as you knelt in between the men who’d been torturing you for hours.

Jonathan took a step forward. He couldn’t let them hurt you anymore.

Screw the damn mission! He wouldn’t let them touch you again.

You meant more to him than his own life. If he could get you out of here, he’d do it in a heartbeat. Even if Roper killed him for it.

He had to protect you.

Roper looked at him, pressing a hand to his chest. He studied Jonathan’s face with a frown.

“What do you think you’re doing? Trying to play Romeo and save the damsel?”

Jonathan didn’t answer. He only had eyes for your broken body on the floor.

You slowly shifted to look at him. He caught a glimpse of your eyes through swollen eyelids, the same eyes that had stared at him with so much love before all of this madness started. Your stare was haunting, freezing him to the spot.

You shook your head subtly, your eyes not leaving him.

Jonathan could almost hear your voice in his head even though you didn’t say a word. You promised. The mission, no matter what.

Roper slapped his hand against Jonathan’s chest. “Hey! I’m talking to you!”

Jonathan took a deep breath. He stepped back into the line of Roper’s other goons before finally looking at the man in front of him. Bile rose in his throat and he had to fight the urge to throw up.

“Sorry,” he got out through gritted teeth, “go on.”

Roper stared at him for a moment longer. He waved his hand towards Corky, his eyes not leaving Jonathan.

Corky apparently got the message and somehow amped up the torture even further.

Your next scream was the loudest so far, and the most drawn-out one as well. Your voice was barely recognizable, the wretched cry burying its claws deep into Jonathan’s chest. He fought the urge to cry as Roper’s cruel eyes stared right into his soul.

Could they see his pain? Did they know just how much he loved you? That having to stand by and do nothing while they tortured you was a fate so much worse than death?

Roper finally turned away. He walked down the line of his goons and stood at the head of their little group, watching the torture in the middle with stone-cold eyes.

What was Jed doing? Did Roper lock her in her room to make sure she wouldn’t interfere with his cruelty?

Jonathan’s vision blurred. He blinked, subtly trying to get rid of at least some tears. It worked. He dug his neatly cut nails into his palms, hoping to use the pain to control himself.

He didn’t know how much longer Corky and the others tortured you until it finally, finally stopped.

Jonathan could barely eat the next morning. He hadn’t slept a wink and he was pretty sure everyone saw it, judging by the whispering between Roper and Corky when he’d entered the room.

He sat quietly at the breakfast table, forcing a piece of bread down his throat. No matter how much water he drank to swallow it, though, his throat remained dry as the desert.

Jed looked at him a couple of times during breakfast as well. It was quite odd considering that she usually didn’t care to even look up when he entered a room. Jonathan couldn’t help but wonder if she’d heard Roper talk about his behavior during the torture yesterday. Maybe she found it funny.

He got his answer surprisingly soon.

When Roper stood up to leave, the sign for everyone else that they had to get out, Jed walked past him.

“265, next to Corky,” she whispered, her fingertips trailing over Jonathan’s arm. He was still wearing the same blue suit jacket from yesterday.

“What?”

Jed paused to reach past him onto the table. “Your damsel. 265,” she said in a low voice, taking the other half of his disregarded breakfast bun and biting into it. Some jam stuck to her lips as she looked at him with those unreadable blue eyes.

Before Jonathan could even respond, Jed walked away, still chewing on his former breakfast. He stared after her in utter confusion.

Why would she suddenly help him?

Corky bumped into him, his elbow digging harshly into Jonathan’s side. “Don’t get ideas, Romeo,” he hissed in a nasty tone.

Jonathan bit his tongue, choosing to fix his jacket so he wouldn’t have to respond. He stared after Roper’s men, imagining how he would slowly kill every single one of them.

Corky looked back at him before he left. His eyes were brimming with hatred.

Jonathan didn’t know how he made it through the rest of the day. He barely remembered anything afterwards. The only thing on his mind was Jed’s words replaying like a broken record.

Your damsel. 265. Next to Corky. 265. Your damsel. Corky. 265. Damsel. 265. Corky.

His heart was in his throat when he tiptoed through the silent hallways of Roper’s mansion late at night. Jed had gone to bed hours ago, with Roper soon joining her. Even Corky had excused himself about two hours ago.

Jonathan’s steps were quiet on the carpeted floor. He wondered briefly why someone would even put carpet into the hallways.

Wasn’t that the sure-fire way to get robbed?

Light shone from beneath Corky’s door.

Jonathan froze. He pressed himself flat against the wall next to the door, listening for any sounds from inside.

For a while, there was nothing. Then the shuffling of clothes and soon two voices moaning.

Jonathan pulled a face, trying not to gag. He already hated the man. He really didn’t want to listen to him have sex, too.

265 wasn’t guarded. The door swung open soundlessly when Jonathan pushed the handle down, trying his best to make no unnecessary noise.

A single window allowed some moonlight into the room. No guards stood outside either. Roper had truly become careless.

A pole stood tall in the middle of the room. It was the only piece of furniture, shining silver in the moonlight. A sunken figure cowered at its feet.

Jonathan’s knees almost gave in. He pressed the door closed before hurrying towards the pole.

“Y/n.”

He fell to his knees in front of you, holding your swollen face gently between his palms. His thumb pushed some hair out of your face – the few strands that were still intact, that was. Roper sometimes enjoyed torturing people by literally having his goons burn the victim’s hair off until only a few patches of wiry hair remained.

Your eyelids fluttered open as much as you could manage with both eyes almost completely swollen shut.

“Jonathan,” you whispered. Your voice was so weak that he wouldn’t have known you even said anything if he hadn’t watched your lips move.

Jonathan couldn’t fight the tears anymore. He gently pressed his forehead to yours, careful not to hurt you. His eyes closed as he held your bruised face in his hands, his tears falling freely.

“I’m so sorry, darling,” he choked out between sobs, “I should’ve – I should have told Angela to leave you out of this. To make me work alone. I would’ve been slower, maybe, but you would’ve been –“

Jonathan choked on the word, tears dripping onto his suit pants.

Safe. You would have been safe.

You shook your head. The movement was slow, just as bereft of energy as the rest of your body.

“No,” you whispered. Your voice was stronger this time, just barely. “You might have… might have made it. But I would’ve been stuck a home, just… worrying. And worrying and worrying.”

Jonathan looked up to find you staring straight at him through swollen eyes. Your gaze held the same strength he’d fallen in love with when he first met you in that café all those years ago. Before this hell.

You’d smiled at him, that same professional smile he used for hotel guests every day, but your lips twitched when you handed him the change, your fingertips brushing his palm as you dropped the coins into his waiting hand.

Jonathan went to that same café almost every day after that, whenever his own job allowed it. You soon started greeting him by name, even memorizing his usual order. In hindsight it was almost embarrassing how long it took him to ask you out.

The blinding smile on your face when you accepted was worth every second.

Jonathan bit his lip, fighting another sob. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered again. His voice trembled, almost as much as his hands when he brushed his thumbs over your skin once more. “Please forgive me…”

You shook your head again. The cuffs tying you to the pole rattled as you surged forward, cursing under your breath.

“Don’t apologize,” you mumbled after a moment. Your voice was still so damn weak. “Please don’t. This isn’t your fault.”

Jonathan opened his mouth to argue but your serious gaze silenced him immediately.

“I’d rather get… beaten up and tortured… than having – having to sit at home alone. Never knowing when you come home. If you come home.”

Jonathan squeezed his eyes shut. Your lips tasted salty when he leaned in to kiss you, as gently as possible.

“I’ll marry you when this is over,” he said afterwards, his voice more stable this time.

You chuckled weakly. “You better…”

This time, Jonathan actually managed to smile. He shook his head, looking at your bruised face in amusement and disbelief.

“I promised, didn’t I?”

“Good. Because I’ve had the… the dress in my closet… for months.”

Your lips twitched with a hint of that smile from the coffee shop.

Jonathan could barely breathe for a second. You’d been beaten and tortured until you were hanging onto life by sheer willpower alone. Yet even while your body was so weak, you hadn’t lost your spirit. Your fight.

“I love you so much,” he whispered, his eyes fixed on your face. He didn’t know what else to say to express how deeply he cared about you.

Jonathan slowly got up and walked towards the door. His chest was tight as he thought about having to leave you alone, having to stand by again and letting Roper play his twisted games with you.

He stopped with his hand on the door handle, looking back at you.

Your split lips stretched into a weak grin.

“Give ’em hell, tiger.”

Jonathan nodded. He opened the door and stepped back into the hallway, leaving you alone in the darkness.

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[anonymousfiction211]

For the drabble prompts, I’d like 2, 26, & 43 for a smut piece with either Loki or Jonathan Pine, if you feel inspired 😁

2. “I will prove you wrong. Just watch.” 26. “If I have to tell you again, I won’t be this nice.” 43. “Are you trying to make me angry?”

If you want to submit your own drabble prompt idea, click here.

Sneaking around (smutish, 18+)

‘What are you doing here?’ you asked, as Jonathan Pine was straightening your coffee table in your bedroom, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

‘I was just looking for you, I wanted to give you this’ he put a pot with one of your favourite flowers on the table, making your heart soar.

 You walked towards the coffee table and inspected to plant. ‘Where’s the microphone?’ you asked.

‘What are you talking about?’ if you didn’t know any better you would’ve believed that he was genuine surprised and taking aback by your statement.

‘You aren’t the first guy they send in, hoping to take down Roper. And you won’t be the last either, none of them succeeded, none of them ever will’ you had watched him long enough to know he was working on something, with someone.

He looked intensely at you. Probably weighing his options against each other. ‘I will prove you wrong. Just watch’ he finally said. He took a step towards you, his hands brushed the side of your face. You leaned into his touch, but you had to remind yourself that if you were caught with him, your life would be over, as would his.

‘I can get you out of here’ he said.

‘Are you trying to make me angry?’ you snapped back. ‘Don’t make promises you can’t keep. I genuine hope you will get out of here alive, but if you want that, you need to leave me behind’ you said.

‘I can’t do that’ he said. He took a step closer, his hand found the back of your neck and he pushed you towards him. His lips were on you, the kiss was heating up quickly. You couldn’t believe this was actually happening, after fantasizing about it for so long. You let your hands roam his body. When his hands found the zipper of your dress, you stopped and took a step back.

‘I want to take off your clothes, please’ he whispered desperately in your ear.

‘Jonathan, don’t’ you said back. You took a few steps away from him. ‘If we start this, if we get caught, it won’t end well’ you turned around and walked towards the door. ‘Besides, you have seen the man I’m with. I don’t do nice guys’ but he beat you to it. He closed the door and locked it. He turned around, pushed you with your back against the wall and kissed you passionately again.

‘If I have to tell you again, I won’t be this nice’ he whispered in your ear. And you finally gave into your own desires.

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[frostbitten-written]

“Kitten”, Part 2! A Teaser...

“Is there a problem, kitten?” Jonathan’s smooth, rich, almost better-than-sex, voice called out from the bathroom. Yes, that’s right, he was in your hotel bathroom... again. With all of the time Pine spent here, you wondered if he even booked himself a room. His head peeked out from the doorway, soon followed by the rest of his body. 

“I have no more underwear,” you stated plainly, your hands on your hips as you stared him down.  

“That doesn’t sound like a problem to me.” Pine’s brows furrowed, seemingly in concern, but you spied the hint of a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. You groaned and continued. “How on earth did that happen?” He remarked, sarcasm heavy in his words. You flopped yourself onto the bed. “Someone keeps ripping them off of me.” 

Your eyes narrowed at him, and he shrugged, playing innocent. Your facial expression screamed ‘unamused” as you replied, “yeah, I wonder who that could be,” sarcastically. You glared at him silently, accusing him with a raised eyebrow.Jonathan’s features darkened as he stalked over to you. You couldn’t help but stare at how the muscles in his torso flexed and pulled as he walked; it was hypnotic. 

“Be careful with your words, kitten.” He lifted a hand to caress your cheek, almost gently. If anyone had seen the gesture, they would have thought it was loving, even tender, but you knew better. It was a sign of ownership and dominance. 

“I don’t like being accused.”  

He leaned over and pressed his lips against your ear. The smell of his aftershave invaded your nostrils, and it felt like being under the influence of a drug. 

“I rather like the idea of my kitten ready for me at a moment’s notice, should the need arise.”

Pretty and Pantless (in Paris) of the Kitten Series by @frostbitten-written​ and @just-the-hiddles​ coming to AO3 soon!

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[popcornforone]

A Detective Tim Rockford Series?

I’ve had a few people (thanks already for the read by the way) ask me if the Tim Rockford soft & fluffy Fic I wrote last night (link here) could be a series.

I already have plans for the additional Dave York chapters plus Javi Gutierrez & Jonathan Pine stories (& maybe even Dieter Bravo)

So I want to know what you would all like

Please vote & I’ll try make a start on one soon…

Thanks as always for the vote & for what you want peoples

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Last Updated: 2024-02-01

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Johnathan Pine stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

✑ Cleaning Up by thezombieprostitute • 〔F᜶M〕 •

Summary: Something is budding between you and the new night manager at the hotel.

✑ Duty of Care by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔A᜶C〕 •

Summary: "After Pine rescues you from a bloodthirsty mafia leader, he confesses his feelings for you while tending to your wounds."

✑ Holiday in Cario by iwillbeinmynest • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Your friend invites you on a trip overseas but when she all but [ditches you] you find yourself in a rather uncomfortable position. Lucky for you the hotel [night manager] comes to your rescue."

✑ I Won't Let Go by holdmytesseract • 〔F᜶M〕 •

Summary: “Angela convinced Jonathan to attend a event - held by the Riverhouse, to take his mind off his lovesickness. Unbeknowst to him, you have a gig on exactly that event...”

✑ Leave Me Wanting More by the-purity-pen • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: Months of mutual pining finally culminate in a passionate encounter, but Jonathan makes sure to leave you wanting more…

✑ Mission Comes First, the by holymultiplefandomsbatman • 16+ • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ • 🚫 •

Summary: "Jonathan met you long before he came in contact with Angela Burr. When he goes undercover, you join him. Unfortunately, Roper catches and then tortures you to find out who sent you... while Jonathan has to stand by and watch, just like he promised you. The mission comes first, no matter what."

✑ Mr. Pine by sserpente • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Imagine surprising… your boyfriend at his workplace,… a fancy hotel in Switzerland and getting him all worked up by repeatedly calling him Mr. Pine.

✑ My Dearest Diamond by five-miles-over • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "After nearly two years… [you and Jonathan] rekindled your love via handwritten letters, until you [plan a] trip to London to see him. As he prepares [for your arrival], Jonathan reflects on his relationship with you …[carrying] out one last errand before you land."

✑ Paris by muddyorbsblr • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: "After spending the last few hours pretending to be a loving couple while on a mission in Paris, Jonathan decides to lose himself in the fantasy of having you to himself."

✑ Pine by devilbat • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: After rescuing you from kidnappers, your father hires Jonathan to be your bodyguard allowing the two of you to grow close. One night, he breaks into your room, asking you to trust him, and although the attack left you wary of the world, you know one thing for sure: Jonathan will always keep you safe.

✑ Saviour by sserpente • 〔E᜶F᜶A〕 •

Prompt(s): "Imagine Jonathan Pine saving your life after you end up going after the same target."

✑ Secrets￨Prt. II by strangerquinns • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

Prompt(s): "So desperate for it, aren't you? Well, if you want it so bad you'd better start taking it." + "Look at you, grinding against everything, you're really desperate for it. Aren't you?"

✑ Sleepy by thehiddlebums • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Prompt(s): "Your lover is snoring quietly and you can't help but giggle because it's so cute" + "Laughing at their messy hair in the morning."

✑ Slow Your Roll by ladyfluff • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Exhausted and confined to the house after surgery, Jonathan shows you unwavering care and support on your shared journey to recovery.

✑ Summer in Majorca by smolvenger • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "A trip to Spain alongside Roper and his crew had you cross paths with a man mysterious as he is kind and heroic as he is handsome. He goes by Thomas and then Andrew [but is] secretly named Jonathan. You find yourself blossoming feelings for him. [However,] it seems he has eyes for Jed and not you..."

✑ A Complete Surprise

✑ After Glow by holdmytesseract • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Buh-nana. by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Dirty Talk by fadingfics • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Home Before You Know It￨Prt. II by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Life with You by lokispet-blog1 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Not Alone by holdmytesseract • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Paper Hearts and Glitter Glue by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Photographic Evidence by ladyfluff • 〔A〕 • ♡ •

✑ Short and Sweet Fuse by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Sneaking Around by anonymousfiction211 • 16+ • 〔E᜶A〕 •

✑ So Much More by five-miles-over • 〔F᜶M〕 •

✑ Step Outside by ladyfluff • 〔E᜶C〕 •

✑ Sweep You Off Your Feet by ladyfloriographist • 〔F᜶M〕 •

✑ Way You Look at Me, the by jewels2876 • 〔E〕 •

✑ Welcome to the World by holdmytesseract • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Will You Marry Me? by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Within the Strongbox of My Heart by frostbitten-written • 〔A〕 • ♡ •

✑ You by imagine-upon-a-star • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

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[pearlypairings]

Jonathan Byers x Chrissy Cunningham

Summary: Jonathan drives around Chrissy to sober her up and help her decompress after the party's crazy confrontations. After a little scare, she opens up about her break up and how she's been feeling lately.

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Chapter preview below the break:

She giggled, tapping on his arm on the middle console to the beat. Even in his periphery, he could see her bouncing and shimmying her shoulders in the passenger seat, and he had to turn his head, her light irresistible. If there was a human embodiment to sunshine, even on a stormy day, it would be her. It was contagious.

He bobbed his head side to side, nudging her hand as he refocused on the road. For the few minutes of that song, they had a little bit of late night fun to blow off steam. Jonathan wasn’t sure if this was what The Cure had in mind for this song, but the claps and catchy beat helped her let go of the tension that boiled over. It even helped him ease into being her inexperienced escort for the night.

The night had settled, draping a thick darkness over the highway and its woods. Only his headlights and the twinkle of the autumn constellations lit up the street as he drove carefully down the last stretch before they were out of Hawkins proper. With the change of song, Chrissy propped her elbow to stare out the window at the trees rushing past.

Quiet solitude, but not awkward, just comfortable. He steered the car through several bends, one after another, in quick succession like a horizontal roller coaster. He wondered if whoever had designed this road was drunk from the way it curved graciously around the groves of trees. As if answering his unspoken question, Chrissy gripped his wrist on the wheel.

“I need to get out. Now!” The urgency in her voice scared him. She’d gone from carefree and floaty to desperately demanding in an instant.

He swerved to pull over into the patch of grass outside the treeline, realizing maybe she’d panicked when she saw they were in the outskirts of their town alone. His heart thumped against his chest. “I can take you home now. I wasn’t taking you anywhere, I swear.”

By the time he lifted his hands off the wheel and tried to look earnestly at her, Chrissy had already unlocked and flew out the door....

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[five-miles-over]

Tom Hiddleston Characters Masterlist

updated January 26, 2024

Multiple Character Headcanons/Listicles

• Tom Hiddleston Characters as Desserts

• How Tom Hiddleston Characters Would Spend the Winter Holidays 

• Tom Hiddleston Characters: How They Act When They Have a Crush (on You)

• Tom Hiddleston Characters on Their Wedding Day (to You)

• Tom Hiddleston Characters: How They Would Propose (to You)

• Tom Hiddleston Characters Celebrating the New Year (With You)

Bill Hazeldine from Suburban Shootout

• She’s a Lady and I am Just a Boy: On the first day of taking ‘Fundamentals of Shakespeare’ at university, Bill Hazeldine finds himself developing a serious crush on you, his drama professor.

• Champagne for My Real Friends, Real Pain for My Sham Friends: A first-year medical student at the University of Surrey, you move into a uni house and meet your new flatmates Bill Hazeldine and Rory Slippery (College AU, crossover with Rory Slippery from Fortysomething)

Caius Marcius Coriolanus from Coriolanus

I’ve Decided, I Will Not Let Your Shadow Separate From Me: After being elected the consul, Coriolanus receives many things - sleepless nights, pointless riots from the lower-class citizens, and you, his new personal slave. While the sleep deprivation and the noise from the plebeians annoy him to no end, he finds himself obsessed with you. (Yandere)

The One That I Desire: A general must always be in control, according to General Caius Marcius Coriolanus . But there often comes a time when even the most powerful general falls to temptation. And for Coriolanus, that temptation is you.

Henry V/Prince Hal from The Hollow Crown

• Fairytale:  While riding upon your horse in the woods, you come across a stranger with a silver tongue and golden curls. And he calls himself “Hal”. (Basically a meet-cute with fluff.)

• You Will Be Mine : The prince of England quickly becomes obsessed with you, a servant brought to his chambers to serve him breakfast. And there is nothing that will stop him from claiming you as his. (Yandere)

• First Time In London: Three days into your new life in London, you find yourself in a café after one of the dreariest mornings ever. Standing behind you in line is none other than Henry Plantagenet, a handsome gentleman with a zest for life and a romantic outlook that feels too good to be real. (Modern AU)

Jonathan Pine from The Night Manager

•So Much More: While holidaying in Switzerland at the Hotel Meister, you find yourself constantly being stood up by each and everyone you meet. And each time, the night manager Jonathan Pine is there to comfort you after delivering the bad news. But it’s really just part of the job…right?

• The Forbidden Room: Part One, Part Two : During a late night alone in the lobby of the Hotel Meister, you - a student at the University of Zurich - meet the charming night manager Mr.Jonathan Pine. And what starts out as simply two strangers getting to know each other turns into something more when Pine shows you a secret part of the hotel.

• My Dearest Diamond : After nearly two years of working for MI-6, Jonathan tried to get in touch with you, the girl who stole his heart when he worked at Hotel Meister. For three weeks, the two of you rekindled your love via handwritten letters, until you booked a five-day trip to London to see him.

As he prepares to make this holiday special for you, Jonathan reflects on his relationship with you…and carries out one last errand before you land.

Robert Laing from High-Rise

• Being Married to Robert Laing would Include...

Loki of Asgard from the Marvel Cinematic Universe

• Heaven Help the Fool Who Falls in Love: You, a lady-in-waiting of Asgard’s Queen Frigga, and Prince Loki have been inseparable for years. What started with a mere look becomes something more precious. (Fluff)

• A Better King: While shopping with Thor in Mumbai (to kill time while Tony Stark is busy with a meeting), Loki learns about the “king” of Bollywood…and decides that he himself could be a better king.

• Take All of Me: Loki takes great delight in “ruining” his innocent, shy girlfriend for the first time (corruption kink, smut)

• Dandelions: Having heard stories about the Norse god of mischief, you find yourself falling in love with Loki despite having never met him. Out of devotion, you prepare offerings that you think he would like, and find ways to express the way you feel. Little do you know that your feelings are not unrequited.

• Beauty is Where You Find It: A journalist for a New York magazine in September of 2012, you come across the opportunity to do an interview from an icon in the fashion industry. Your subject? A rising supermodel from Wimbledon with icy blue eyes and jet-black curls named Loki Laufeyson.

• They’ll Call Your Crimes a Work of Art: A journalist for a small magazine in New York, you’ve been assigned to write a piece about the recent attacks led by Loki. So, you have a look at Loki himself to get your own perspective.

• Little Darling: Living with the God of Mischief in London comes with finding many surprises, and one of those surprises happens to be a four-year-old named Tom Hiddleston.

THE PHANTOM OF ASGARD (THOR: THE DARK WORLD LOKI X READER)

Rumors say that a phantom haunts the darkest hall in the royal palace of Asgard, but is he truly as dangerous as the people of Asgard claim he is?

Part One

Part Two

FOR ALL TIME, IT WAS ALWAYS YOU (TVA LOKI X WIFE!READER)

Imagine waking up in an alternate reality where you and Loki are a newlywed couple living in the suburbs...and everything seems a little too good to be true. (inspired by Wandavision)

Part One

Part Two: Mrs. Laufeyson

Part Three: Happy to Keep His Dinner Warm

Part Four: Kitty Makes Three

THE AGE OF LOKI (LOKI X READER X PROFESSOR HIDDLESTON)

For his second year teaching at Oxford’s English department, Professor Hiddleston hires you to be his first-ever teaching assistant. One night while working late, he shows you the newest addition to his poetry class’s syllabus: the Lokasenna, a poem centered on the Norse god of mischief…and accidentally summons the trickster god himself.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

IF YOU LET ME, I CAN MAKE ANOTHER WORLD FOR US (LOKI x POWERFUL!READER)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Jaguar Villain Hiddleston from the Good to Be Bad Campaign

• All I Worship and Adore: For a long time, Tom has admired you, an innocent woman, from afar...until one day, he makes his affections known to you. And this time, he won’t take no for an answer (Yandere)

• Your Remedy - He may be one of the most powerful and feared man in London, a terrifying villain to the outside world, but when you’re sick with a cold, your paramour Thomas spends the entire evening by your side taking care of you.

• SFW Alphabet - Jaguar Villain!Tom Hiddleston

YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING (JAGUAR!HIDDLESTON X READER)

You, a budding journalist, have the opportunity of a lifetime to interview the feared and revered Mr. Hiddleston, the CEO of Imperial Pharmaceuticals, Britain’s leading drug manufacturing company. What happens when a few mistakes lead you into the jaws of the wolf, working for the man himself?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Miscellaneous Hiddleston AUs

• AU: Tom Hiddleston as the Prince of Scotland

• Lessons from the Viscount (Viscount!Hiddleston x Reader, Reader x William Buxton, Reader x John Plumptre): As a debutante in the Regency era, you attend your first etiquette class, along with the other boys and girls of London’s upper crust. Heading the class is the charismatic Viscount Hiddleston, rumored to be a former Shakespearean actor who returned to London to look after his familal estate. And it isn’t long before he takes a liking to you.

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[smolvenger]

How To Fake Date A Spy (Jonathan Pine x fem! Reader). Part 1

Summary: When you joined your sister, Jed, for a lovely summer in Spain, you wanted to enjoy yourself. Instead, you have to deal with numerous men of Roper's business having a gross interest in you for more than small talk. Going to Roper for help, he offers an idea- pretending to be the date of his newest friend. A handsome sous-chef known as Thomas Quince. Little do you know yet, the man's real name is Jonathan Pine and he is on a mission to take Roper down...

Word Count:5K

Chapter Warnings: Sexual harassment (not our boy, Pine). Discussions of suicidal intentions- if you or a loved one have thoughts, please please PLEASE reach out, call a hotline, tell someone you need help, and get help right away and this I hope is portrayed well and healthy and hopeful in this chapter. Some Fix-It-Fic-ness (Poor Elena deserved better. Hmmm, interesting of Le Carre to have the not-white female characters killed off to further the male characters' storylines. Guess what? We're fixing that crap. At least for Elena). Mentions of murder and domestic abuse. Reader being thirsty, but no actual smut.

Comments, reblogs, dms, and asks about my work are always appreciated!

A/N: You can decide if you’re a sister by adoption or by birth and I want to leave that open ended in the fic to make this an inclusive x reader fic. Shout out to @evelyn-kingsley for suggesting this idea in the first place! This fic wouldn't exist without you! :)

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You screamed as the robber grabbed the boy and pulled out a gun to the child’s forehead.

“Nobody move! Nobody move!” the robber yelled.

There were more screams behind you and as people shot up, you heard plates clatter on the floor. Your heart was racing a mile a minute. It seemed all was well one minute- enjoying a seaside restaurant with your sister and some friends. Paid by the man she was in an arrangement with- Roper. Drinking wine and dancing and laughing. Little Danny playing games on his dad’s phone. A phone with worldwide secrets that also conveniently housed Candy Crush.  

 Then like a flip of a coin, a robber grabbed Danny and pulled him over to sit on a chair, moving the gun between pointing at the boy or your party. Danny’s sobs mirrored the screams you heard rabbits made. Sounds when the creatures thought they were going to die.

Roper-with an eerie calm-spoke to the robber. Offering the robber anything he wanted.

“Jewelry! Wallets!” the robber demanded.

With shaking hands, you took off the earrings. Your sister bought them for you on a shopping trip last week.  Being mistress to Roper, Jed could afford to spoil you with gifts however she wanted. You then removed your ring and your necklace. It was harder with the shaking, but you dropped them in. You saw Jed doing the same next to you, her jaw quivering. Then you took your wallet and all of you put your items in a bowl. Everyone did- an offering to an angry god demanding a sacrifice.

“That’s shit! Where’s the real money? Where’s the rest?” the robber asked, waving the gun at each of you.

Roper promised him 10 thousand dollars in fifteen minutes. As long as Danny was returned. The robber began to back away, still holding Danny.

“We’ll take the boy! Until we have the money! Everyone on the ground!” he threatened.

Jed offered herself in exchange. Out of gut instinct you pulled at her arm, tears in your eyes. Bringing her back.

The Robber pointed the gun at each of you and your body shot, seeing your imminent death in its Barrell. There was silence from all of you- the about-to-be-dead.

“On the ground or I’ll shoot!” he yelled.

All of you went to the ground.  You kept sobbing and so did Jed, your legs still quivering as you laid down. The robber ran off, carrying Danny. The boy’s screams could have cut you in two. You sat on the ground. The party crawled back up.

From out there, you heard yelling and a commotion. Then the screaming stopped. But there was no gunshot.

All of you ran down the steps to the stairway to enter the place. There was no robber- and Danny was safe. Danny scrambled back into his father’s arms, hugging him and crying. Even Jed leaned down to touch his arm. You had to cup your face, crying tears of relief this time. But your eyes wandered to someone else.

On the ground near him was a man in a chef’s suit, groaning in pain. His face so bloodied and hurt he was unrecognizable.

“What happened-what happened?” Jed asked.

“They ran off…he scared them…he saved me…” Danny explained.

The staff said the rescuer was a sous chef from England. Corky began examining the hero of the hour, still groaning from his broken nose and pain. Roper examined him, his blue eyes turning into a hawk gaze. Jed wrapped her long arms around Danny and let the boy cry his tears into her. You comforted him by running a hair through his head.

It was decided. They couldn’t let their hero bleed to death. He was coming with you.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

You hardly saw the sous chef after he moved in. Not that you had time to. You had another party of Roper’s he was hosting. And it meant dealing with your least favorite thing- men. Specifically- Roper’s men.

The party itself would be okay. You were glad you kept a small book in your clutch. Your phone batter was down to 10 percent and Danny was standing by his dad. But many of the men would gather around you. Or introduce themselves. Drunk on money and power, they believed they could do everything. Like having access to you when you didn’t like them.

One fucker-you didn’t remember his name and he didn’t deserve it-approached you as you began to sip your flute of champagne. Already you could smell how he reeked of cologne to where it stank. He leaned in closer than you liked.

“Hey there-Y/N, isn’t it? You’re looking nice today?”

“Thanks.” You said curtly.

He smirked.

“I just like what I see….would you like a drink?”

“I have one, no thanks,” you said.

His eye wandered to the book sticking out of your clutch.

“Ah-What are you reading?” he asked.

“A book,” you answered.

“Hmmm…what kind of book.”

“It’s a…a…a romance book,” you answered honestly. Maybe he would be disappointed in your interest of “fluff for women” and turn around.

 “A romance book. You like that stuff?” he asked.

Already there was that hint of putting down. Slight dislike. Condescension. You took it and ran. You gave him a frown.

“Yes, I do,” you said, going around.

Then at dinner, you could feel their eyes on you. One guy- Mr. Jacobson- was enjoying his time sitting next to you a little too much. He was tall and barrel chested with a dark beard and dark hair, manspreading on his seat. You squeezed your knees tight together so they wouldn’t brush his pants. But his leaning in gave you less space to flee.

“Well-everyone has a type for someone! A type they fall for!” Caro Langbourne began, just for casual conversation.

But Mr. Jacobson turned to you with a greedy smile. You could feel the eyes on you.

“Hmmm, means you got a type, Y/N? Like us big, hairy guys?!?”

You turned next to him.

“No.”

It was quiet and the conversation went on, but he kept talking to you. More than you wanted to. There was one guy. He was closer to your age. And he wasn’t bad looking at all, not to you. But as he turned to you during dessert, having innocent talk, just in a corner alone, he suddenly, out of nowhere, asked.

“So-When will you let me stuff it in your mouth?”

You nearly dropped the plate in shock. You blinked, processing that he said what he said.

“What did you say to me?” you asked in a hiss.

He put his hands in his pockets and repeated it.

“When will you let me stuff it in your mouth. You’ve had dessert, you can take it.”

You felt like you could get sick with disgust.

“Forget it. Don’t’ you say that to me- leave me alone!” You pushed off and walked away, heels clicking furiously from the party.

You found yourself, once alone, crying a little. You wiped it off in the bathroom, redoing your makeup with a frown on your face. Why did every gathering have to be like this? The stares. The smiles. The comments- it was too much.

You were so sick of them. All these guys hitting on you like they were entitled to you. You really were sick of it. In their bright smiles and uniforms but with such disgusting words spewing from their smiling mouths.

All this finery- nice dinners. Beautiful places. Numerous Shopping splurges with your sister. Trips to every country. Restaurants and clothes that would cost ordinary people a fortune. But the price- to be harassed daily by these dicks at every event and more. It was exhausting. Hell, the way Caro’s husband sometimes leered at you made you feel sick to your stomach. And the man brought his kids!

Besides, you didn’t even want to be in a relationship. How could you trust them-trust anyone? There were lots of hot guys out there who seemed perfectly nice. But they only seemed that way. Was it worth being abused- be it with a man beating you, or saying something cruel, or worse? Or being cheated on-giving all your heart and love to a guy only for him to find someone hotter, better, and to betray you because you were not good enough? Or the pain, the drama, the hurt of trust, the heartache? No, there was no one out there who was worth it. You didn’t want to fall in love, you didn’t want to get hurt. Even Jed and Roper were just a business arrangement. Despite the smiles and PDA, it was no different than Corky’s agreement. A loveless job.

You had to call it a night.

But as you were walking, you passed by a door. You remembered it-it was where the heroic sous-chef was staying in that room.  You hadn’t been in it. You hadn’t even seen him since then-only once as they were tending to him with bandages and towels over his bleeding face when he was helped in here.

You had to go in and visit. That was a better end to the night. This was Danny’s savior, after all. You had to let him know how grateful you were. You knocked on the door.

“Come in,” a bright, baritone voice. English accent. Proper. Refined. Elegant, even.  

You opened the door a little, and took a first step in.

“Hello the-“

Your voice stopped as did your steps. You almost did not recognize him. There wasn’t blood all over his face. Only a bruise over his eye and a bandage over his nose.

But even so, he was one of the handsomest men you had ever laid eyes on.

His eyes were blue, and his hair was an in between of dirty blonde and red. He had cheekbones that could cut glass and the shirt covered his broad chest, slim waist, and bulging biceps. You felt the wind knock out of you, the words hanging in the air, until you regained yourself. You took another step in and continued.

“Hello there-just me…”

He turned up.

“You weren’t interrupting anything.”

You began to grab your arm. He was so attractive you wanted to shy away-flee away like Snow White from the Prince. But you forced yourself there.

“I don’t think we’ve introduced each other since…since that night. I’m Y/N. Jed’s sister. I help look after Danny.”

He looked up, eyes meeting yours.

“I just wanted to…to…thank you. For what you did.”

He gave you a smile.

“You’re welcome. What’s your name?”

You gave him your name.

“Lovely. I’m Thomas-Thomas Quince.”

“Do you need anything?”

“No- I’m fine for now.”

“Let us know, okay Thomas?”

“I will, Y/N.”

You could have come at how he said your name, but you held yourself together.

“Okay, have a good night, Thomas.”

“You too, Y/N.”

 Then you closed the door. But you realized you were still smiling, feeling very warm and tingly. Without question, this was a better ending to the night.

There was going to be another of Roper’s male colleagues coming over to stay with you. But he didn’t have a history of saying gross things to you. Not even with his wife, Lucia, and kid traveling with him. Juan or “Apo” was joining you with his wife and their teenage daughter, Elena.

Their car arrived the next day. You were squinting from the Spanish sun. Roper smiled as all of you waited just outside the penthouse when the driver opened the door. Out popped Apo, Lucia, and Elena. The group was all smiles and handshakes and hugs with Roper.

That is, except Elena. Her eyes were big, and she wore a shining, diamond necklace over her Chanel dress, but she didn’t smile. She was slumped as she stood. When Roper hugged her in greeting, she froze, only patting his back stiffly out of politeness. She seemed to shrink within herself. Even when Danny went up and said hi, showing off his new book about ocean creatures, she only nodded in response.

Roper put his hands on his hips, keeping a toothy grin at her.

“Ah! Well-I bet you’re sick of annoying little boys already, Elena! But don’t worry-you’re a big girl now! And you can join the big girls-like Y/N, here!” he said, with a grand sweep towards you.

As housekeepers hauled their luggage inside, Elena turned to her dad.

“Papi…can I go walk, please? I’d like to explore the city,” she asked.

Apo turned to her, reeling off praise to her.

“Oh! My little girl! Already so adventurous! Here-don’t go alone. Have this…this…Y/N! Walk with my Elena, will you?” he offered.

“Oh, sure thing!” you replied.

Though you hadn’t really talked to her, it would be a nice change from staying by the house all day. And she looked like she could get out. Something was up and her father was oblivious to it.

Both of you walked about. It was the late afternoon melting into the early evening. You walked through tall buildings with laundry wires across the streets over your heads. They sloped down the hill as people walked about. Though the sun was still bright, there were more shadows across the town.

“How was traveling?” you asked.

“Okay… great even,” Elena answered.

Then there were the sounds of bells chiming the hour. You noticed a palm tree and a few restaurants.

“Are you hungry? There’s a stand for some street food. My treat.” you offered.

“I’m fine,” Elena replied.

She gestured to her necklace.

"Would you like to have this?" she asked. She dangled it in her hand, not caring if some bold pickpocket eyed it.

"Uh, no thanks-but thanks for offering!" you replied.

She turned skittishly around. Her head full of long, black hair moving with her. You paused.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

She turned to you and this time; she didn’t answer the question.

“There’s a cathedral here…I know it’s the next block over-can we go?” she asked.

“Sure thing!”

It then struck you that you were going about without guards. If she noticed a pickpocket or a stalker, you were the only one guarding her. But you walked over to where the bells chimed to enter the large cathedral.

Walking over with her, you turned and walked inside. It was infinitely cooler in the cathedral than outside. You were used to air conditioning, so the summer trips had been brutal here. You let out a sigh of releif. You did admire the elaborate paintings and design of the cathedral- its dome over your head, the numerous statuettes of saints, the golden crucifixes. And all in a building that was older than America! They definitely didn’t make most churches as pretty as this back home! Tourists wandered to snap pictures. Locals were in the pew, praying. Elena walked forward, her feet turning into stumbling. You saw she was shaking all over-as if her strength was sapping out of her. She gripped onto the pew, sitting down. Then she knelt and gripped her hands in prayer.

You went down and joined her.

“What is it, Elena?” you asked. You made sure to keep your voice low. The place made a lot of echoes from the high ceilings.

“Nothing.”

“You don’t have to lie to me. Something is up. You’re upset. Your dad is blind to it. But he isn’t here- you can tell me. Anything.”

She looked around again. Checking each person around her. Then she turned to you.

“Is no one watching us?” she asked.

“No. No one is. Not even Corky and he creeps around everywhere. Just you and me. I don’t care how messed up it is- I won’t judge.”

She began to blink tears, and then leaned her head down, beginning to cry.

“Elena…did something happen?” you asked.

She began to blubber out.

“I’m…so grateful for cathedrals. They’re peaceful. They’re quiet. Anyone can have sanctuary there….”

She turned to you.

“Sanctuary? From what? Are you in danger? Is someone threatening you?” you prodded.

“I want...I want…I want the pain to stop…I’m a burden to everyone…I’m the reason people are dead…” she confessed.

“What do you mean?” you gasped. You immediately grabbed her hand. You had an idea and it chilled you, but you asked it.

“Are you…thinking of ending your own life?”

“Yes.”

A sick, horrible feeling swept through you. Chills, dread, terror. But you prodded further. No matter how uncomfortable, it was the right thing to keep talking to her.

“Do you have a plan how?”

“Hang myself. And I was going to do it on my birthday party. Snuck out the party to my room. They wouldn’t care- it’s like it’d be better without me. Too busy congratulating each other and being fancy. I would do it- Hang myself right there…”

“Elena….oh my god…oh god….” You muttered in shock, your hand never leaving hers.

“Elena…thank you for telling me. I know things always seem bleak- it’s hard to realize that there are options out there when you feel that way…”

“Options? I was born into this family! I didn’t choose it!”

She turned to you; her voice lower. So, no one could overhear.

 You know what my dad does? He defends Roper. We’re rich. Because of Roper…Roper and his…his-his-his…acts!”

“Acts?” you repeated.

You knew Roper was head of Ironclast. That the immense money didn’t come from nowhere. But you had to find out further. She turned to you, her eyes brimming, tears falling.

“Dad’s rich protecting him. So, Roper can’t ever be caught. Roper sells bombs. And you know what he does? Drops them on villages- his own personal bombs. He treats people like toys. Cities. Full of innocent people. And anyone who opposes him or his friends or tells them no? They die. That’s why I’m even here-innocent people who are dead!”

She let in a shaky breath.

“Do you know…do you know Freddie Hamid? Did he ever appear here at Roper’s party?” she asked.

“No, I don’t. He never showed up.”

“He’s a friend of Roper’s. He’d appear with Papi and at the parties…. Freddie beats up women. And he’s a murderer.”

“A murderer?!” you hissed quietly.

Elena nodded.

“He had -a mistress. Sophie. I met her every time she came over. She…was nice. She let me pet her dog. She’d talk to me like no one ever did- like I wasn’t a princess. Like I was a person. I wanted to…to…to be like her. And there’d be bruises. On her arms. On her face. She’d say she’d fall. But it was clear-I knew it was Freddie. I knew it! But no one would believe me.  And do you know what happened to her? Sophie was Found murdered in her hotel!”

You felt a horrified chill over your body as you spoke “And Freddie or Roper killed her?”

“At least sent their men to do the job. She must have stepped out of line. That’s what happens here-you step out of line. You’re dead. I was dead anyway…and you know what-she’s just one of many.”

You swallowed. Part of your stomach got sick. But you kept listening. You put your other hand on hers.

“I was dead anyway. I thought it’d be better…die rather than get killed. Then…I left the party and ran to a cathedral instead…”

You realized there were tears in your eyes too.

“I’m glad you did, I’m glad you did, Elena…I’m glad you’re here…talking to me…”

She released one hand of hers, touching her necklace.

“You see this shit necklace? I see it and just see more dead Sophie’s-dead people! Papi says it’s the most expensive necklace in the world! And it was paid for with blood money!”

She gripped it like she could rip the necklace to shreds. But she couldn’t-her nails dug into her skin. She looked at you right in the eyes.

“Roper…he is the worst man in the world…and you’ll see that…”

It all hit you-hit all at once. You knew she was telling the truth. There was no matter of denying it. The more you thought about it, the more it made sense.

“You’re right��he is…he’s got my sister in his clutches. She was desperate. She was broke. And she…she has a baby. Mom hates her. Roper gave her an opportunity. Now she’s chained to him. A man old enough to be our dad, too. She doesn’t have a choice to leave him now. I see how unhappy she is on the inside…he is the worst man in the world. “

You smoothed her hair so you could see her face.

“I’m concerned Elena…because I care about you. I’m going to support you- however I can…” you promised.

You took her and hugged her. She let herself cry-relieved. You cried too, for her. For your sister. For yourself. For everything. You held onto her, keeping on shaking. Waiting until she was ready and let go. She turned around, seeing the crowds.

“Could we…could we walk around?” Elena asked.

“Yes…we can stay here as long as you need. I don’t have anywhere else I need to be.”

“But dinner…”

“If you don’t want to eat with Roper, we can get our own dinner,” you said.

She walked about. Elena did go to the confession booth. It wasn’t therapy but it was something. Talking in a private space with someone sworn to secrecy. Elena did talk to plenty of other people. Just talk- nothing more. Not about her emotions. She spoke to an old woman, a priest lighting a candle, and a tourist lady with a pregnant belly. It was probably good to give her space and not overhear when she did. But you never kept her out of your eyesight.

When she finished talking, you got her hands as she sat in the pew again turned to her.

“Elena…when we’re done, I’m buying you a sangria, and tapas, and ice cream. And when we get home, you’re not staying by yourself-you’re with me now. I’m staying by you-“

Elena raised her eyebrows.

“And you don’t have to pretend. You can be with me. I’ll keep you safe. You’re not going to be alone-and you’re going to live.”

You grabbed her shoulders and her eyes became big.

“You’re going to live! And if you even think about doing it-tell me! And we’ll get out of there and do something! We’ll go swimming in the ocean naked! Stuff our faces at some restaurant! Stay at this cathedral! Get fucking plastered and sing karaoke!”

“I don’t…don’t want to live off of blood money…I don’t want to live as some spoiled pet from other’s deaths!”

“But you will live…they keep saying you’re a big girl…and you’re going to have a life without living off of Roper. I could…could…could help you escape.”

“Escape?” she gasped.

“That’s the most expensive necklace in the world. That alone could buy you rent for an apartment of your own. Long enough until you get a job. And you can stop living off money used to kill people! A life all on your own! And…have you thought of getting help? Professional help? I’ll seek it out.”

“No…didn’t consider getting a therapist…but you can’t tell my parents why…”

“I will tell them you need help-that you need a counselor. And you can tell me anything! I’ll sneak you out however I can!”

She blinked. And then, slowly, she smiled. A small, present smile. The first smile you saw on her face.

“It sounds…wonderful.”

You linked her arm in yours.

“Good…we’re friends now. Best friends. And I’m not going to let anyone get you anymore…if you think you’re rebelling, if you think you’re in danger-from Roper or Freddie or yourself…I’m going to help you.”

Indeed, the Sangria, tapas, and ice cream were delicious. You even got her to giggle a litte. Once it was dark, both of you returned back to the house.

“Could you room with me?” she asked.

“Oh, of course!”

“Y/N…Danny got rescued, didn’t he…who did it?”

“Oh- his name’s Thomas!”

“Where is he?” she asked curiously.

“Resting up from his injuries!” you answered.

“Can I meet him?”

“Yeah! Sure!”

You took her to the door to Thomas’s room.

“I got to warn you- he’s really hot, too. Took everything in me not to faint when I saw him!” you whispered.

She made a small smile. You opened the door and there was Thomas, reading a book with a finished tray of dinner on his bed.

“Hello- we have a new guest. This is Elena-Elena, meet Thomas.”

She went over and greeted him. She smiled. Though then she leaned over and whispered something in his ear. Part of you was shocked by this sudden intimacy- even boldness from this teenage girl to a grown man. Hopefully, there was nothing concerning! If the man was a pedo, you would gladly kick his ass. But there was no change in his expression.

She moved into your room.  Sleeping in the next bed. As she slept, you poured through her luggage. You got rid of all long things- scarves and whatnot-so no possible nooses. You made sure there were no guns or sharp objects or knives or dangerous medications. Though it made your stomach feel sick and shiver to think of how fragile life was. How so many random little things could end a life. It made you want to vomit and even cry- but you put them all in trash bags and threw them away.

The next two days were a simple pattern. You always stayed by Elena. She would walk out, go to the cathedral, and talk to people. A priest even gave her a blessing. She even ran into the pregnant lady again and they chatted. Then you would walk back. Now that Thomas was walking around, he was hard not to ogle. And you didn’t blame Elena for sometimes going up and talking to him! You made sure there was nothing dangerous- even if she had to go to the bathroom, you joined her. You never left Elena alone. Only if you knew someone would stay by her. You began to research counselors here to immediately get her help and signed her up for one. You told her parents she was troubled, and suicidal-they had the right to know. Just not the reason why. Once a counselor was picked, you both began to research apartments here. Once she was done with school-or even before- she would move out. A poor life made with money on her own was better than one living off of Roper’s corrupt wealth. Elena was always by you- and She didn’t mind having to be the third with Danny.

But you protected both. Yet…how could you protect yourself? There were going to be more events and parties and dinners. And Roper’s men would still leer at you.

You had to tell Roper. He was the Worst Man in the World. You knew that. But no one else could stop the harassment. Knowing Elena was safe with someone, you went up and found Roper. He was on a deck, talking to Andrew. They sat on a little table under a shaded umbrella with cold drinks. For the topic you were about to bring up, it was very pleasant. They turned to you, their low voices stopping.

“Roper- I have to talk to you. Now!” you said.

“Oh, goodie!” he replied dryly.

You stepped up to them, sitting on the extra free chair. You could feel the wind and hear the nearby ocean.

“Roper…I have this problem. Your friends, all the men keep hitting on me. Please….i just need…need some help. I need you to stop them. Really!”

After scratching his grey head, Roper put his hands in his pockets where he sat. He gave a half smile. But you noticed Thomas was still frowning, but something in his face softened.

“Well-the price paid for being a pretty lady here!” Roper laughed.

“I’m serious! It’s uncomfortable!” you prodded.

He put his hands in his pockets, but he kept smiling. He then looked at Thomas and back at you. Then his face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Oh-you’re lucky. Have a look at Thomas. You see-he’s getting some business done. He’s about to have a very important job with me- joining my circle. Let’s say, a little thank-you gift. He’ll need to be seen at events-parties. Gatherings. The works. But they will think he’s no one…”

“What does that have to do with me?” you asked.

“He’s got to make an impression if he’s going to succeed.  I’m getting him a new suit. A new business card.  A new wallet….and a new woman.”

Your back straightened. Roper began grinning even bigger, like an evil Cheshire cat.

“Do you mean…mean…am I…am I…in an arrangement with Thomas? Like you and Jed?” you asked.

The shock was like an ice cube in your stomach. Even if Thomas was an attractive man, were you going to have to sleep with someone you barely knew?! In fact, this was a step above- a new man in Roper’s circle, only this time it wouldn’t be words, but actions.

“No! No arrangements! I’m not asking you to sign any marriage contract, sweetheart! Just be his date for a few events! Let them think you are his!” Roper said.

You looked over at Thomas again. His own eyes were big. His jaw was slack as if he was just as surprised as you were. And he still didn’t say a word. But he did lean forward.

“Y/N…I won’t force you to do anything…don’t be scared…” he assured you.

 But Roper went on as if congratulating himself.

“But I see. You…. tolerate each other.”

Thomas folded his arms and leaned back into his chair. You saw his adams apple lowering as he swallowed. You had no words but listened. He did keep glancing at you and you at him.

“Y/N, you’re sick of being some sort of…. forbidden fruit, shall we say? Well, when you want to keep the fruit from flies- you make sure it’s taken care of.”

He turned to the handsome rescuer.

“Thomas, you want to keep your business up and running and frankly, I don’t like to see you sit inside and brood all day. Doctor says you’re good to go about now.  So let’s kill two birds with one stone, shall we?” Roper declared.

He then took his hands and placed your on each other. For a second, it did feel like a marriage ceremony.

“Be each other’s dates when we’re in public!

Thomas tightened his jaw and leaned forward in his chair. You nearly jumped up where you sat. Roper went on.

“Tell everyone you’re a couple, now. Go to a few parties and restaurants, hold arms, and smile at each other. Maybe a kiss on the cheek, sometimes! Don’t be scared- Thomas here is a knight in shining armor and he has the libido of a monk, from what I’ve gathered. You both win- Thomas, you will be a social butterfly with a contract and influence and Y/N will keep those nasty little men from drooling at her.”

You hated that he was right. It was a sad truth. Those men wouldn’t respect your word alone. But if you were taken, they’d respect your boyfriend instead. Even a fake one.

“I can tell you- you can make up a reason to break up any time you want!” Roper then finished with a playful, short wiggle of his eyebrows.

You wanted to crawl beneath a rock. Thomas kept calm, the light in his eyes did not deny his surprise.

“Well, what’ll it be? Thomas, I think there’s a bit more freedom for you to say no. But it’s Y/N here who’s a bit more anxious, shall we say. And Y/N could use the protection!”

You looked at each other. Thomas got out another hand and put it over yours in slight protection. They were warm and soft. Already at his touch you felt…safe, for lack of a better word.

“I…I…I don’t see any pros of saying no…” you began.

Roper clapped his hands together and then rubbed them in joy.

“Well, then! We’re going to have a little cocktail reception later today! All for Apo’s family coming in! Your work starts tonight- Only me on your little secret that it’s pretend-deal?”

You glanced at each other. Thomas gave a nod.

“If Y/N’s alright with it, I am.”

“Deal,” you agreed.

“Well then, time to leave the lovebirds alone!” Roper chirruped.

 He got up and turned out with a smile, leaving you alone with Thomas. You heard seagulls cawing and the shadows of the house shifted. Thomas leaned towards you but didn’t let your hands go yet.

“I’m sorry…so sorry, I’ll make it up to you. I bet you’re furious, right now,” he said.

“I’m…I’m actually not. At least not anymore. It doesn’t sound that bad,” you replied.

“But those men-they’ve been bothering you. Keeping you unsafe- haven’t they? I can do something. They don’t have to bother you anymore…” he offered. “It’s the least I can do.”

“And now with you, they won’t.”

He gave you a smile and your insides turned again.

“It’s not that bad. Just go to a few events. Hold arms. And smiles. I bet whatever you’ve done, that’s not the hardest thing you ever had to do,” you wondered.

Thomas looked back out to the sea and your gaze followed his. He let his hands go.

“No, it’s not.”

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duty of care

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Summary: After Pine rescues you from a bloodthirsty mafia leader, he confesses his feelings for you while tending to your wounds.

Pairing: Jonathan Pine x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, exit stage left for your own good); fingering; implied unprotected p in v; intangible restraints (you'll see what i mean); 1 cuss word [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: coworkers/mission partners to lovers

A sharp stinging shot through you as you placed an alcohol-soaked cotton pad to the cuts you'd taken during your and Jonathan's escape from the estate of Vincente "The Heartbreaker" Ricci, the head of one of Italy's most dangerous and most notorious mafia families.

Well, he was. Until Jonathan broke down the door to the room you were being held in and shot Ricci clean between the eyes.

Now here you were, safely tucked away in an IEA safe house, cleaning up the mess that the deceased mafia leader left…well, everywhere. He'd gotten a few good strikes in before Jonathan found you. A taste of what was to come, he said, telling you that he was still waiting for his men to bring in your partner so that the real show could start.

That was probably what baffled you the most about why Ricci took you in the first place. He'd gotten his title of 'The Heartbreaker' for a very specific reason. His signature was that if one crossed him, he wouldn't simply exact his revenge on the offender, but also on the one that the offender loved most dearly.

Not the mission partner.

So why the change in protocol when torturing Pine for swiping information from his private office? Why tell you as he sliced a gash into your shoulder that he was going to enjoy watching Pine's face as he broke you joint by joint?

The sound of knocking on your door made you flinch, breaking you out of your thoughts. "Y/N?" A warmth washed over you at the sound of Jonathan's voice on the other side.

"It's open," you called out, hissing when you placed a towel soaked with hot water onto the slice on your shoulder. You looked up and did your best to manage a weak smile at him as he entered, feeling your heart ache at the pity you saw in his eyes when he saw your wounds.

He let out a broken sigh of your name as he made his way to you, taking the towel from your hand as he sank to his knees in front of you. "Let me." Your breath caught in your throat as he gently cleaned your wound, taking great care to not strain the skin as he closed the wound with a line of butterfly bandages. "I should have made him suffer for this," he murmured.

"Hey…what matters is he's gone." You placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to reassure him that he'd done a great service to the world ridding it of the criminal regardless of whether he suffered. "You saved so many lives from being destroyed. You--You literally made the world a bit safer killing him, that's the important thing."

"He hurt you," he bit out, his jaw clenching with every word. "I should have made him suffer for what he did to you."

Your heart caught in your throat as you struggled to process his words. "Jonathan, I'm fine. I'm alive," you choked out. "You saved me. It's okay. Everything's fine now." Your confusion over this whole situation grew as you heard his jagged breathing, his eyes trained on the shallow cuts throughout your bare legs that you'd already cleaned and dressed, fingers lightly tracing the skin around the wounds.

"I should have protected you better," he whispered, leaning his forehead against the side of your knee. "I should have known he would know to come after you--"

"Jonathan," you cut him off, moving your hand to his cheek. "Why did he come after me? I would've thought that he'd capture Jemima. That's why I sent the security detail for her and her son."

He wrapped his hand around your wrist, pressing his lips to your palm before looking up at you. "Isn't it obvious?" The air around you began to thin as he rose from his knees, leaning towards you to press another kiss to your exposed stomach. "You know how Ricci operated. You know his patterns." He moved to splay his hand at your back as he guided you to lay down on the bed. "You sent a security team Jed's way when you should have set it up for yourself."

The air left your lungs as you looked up at the English agent in a new light, the pity in his eyes revealing itself to be anguish. The overprotectiveness he often had for you throughout your missions together suddenly having clarity now that you could see the reason behind it. The panic and desperation in his voice when he yelled your name throughout Ricci's estate as he looked for you.

You could only let out a shaky whisper of his name as he pressed his lips to the base of your throat, your heart racing as part of you still refused to believe the words he was saying. "I know what we swore when we signed on to the agency, but I couldn't keep that promise. Our first mission together and I knew my vow was broken."

Early on in your time with the IEA, Angela Burr had pulled you aside and told you that while there were no clear cut guidelines on it, it was prudent to remain alone if you were to continue this line of work. That way there was nothing and no one to distract you from the mission at hand. Granted, she called herself a right hypocrite the second the words escaped her considering she had a husband and a child, but that was the precise reason she was imparting this advice, because every day she was terrified that someone could just take everything away from her.

And now you were here. Hearing about the same promise being broken on the same mission. Feeling his lips on your skin as he whispered his confession to you, "I love you. When I realized that he took you, I was willing to burn everyone and everything to the ground to get you back, I didn't give a fuck about the rules anymore, I just needed you back."

He pressed a lingering kiss above your heart before lifting his head to look at you, his eyes shining with unshed tears. The sight of him broke you, tore down the last of your defenses and had you uttering the words that you'd taken so much care to silence for years. "I love you, too."

The sight of his brilliant smile stretching across his face made your heart soar, a comforting warmth washing over you as he leaned down and finally pressed his lips to yours in a tender kiss, his fingertips skimming down your side, careful not to press too hard at the bruises that colored your torso where you were hit with a stainless steel bat.

You put your hand over his, placing the slightest bit of pressure and causing a mix of a dull ache along with the warmth of his touch, making you groan against his lips. "Darling, I don't want to hurt you."

"I want to feel something other than the pain." You strained as your lips sought his out when he pulled away from you. "Touch me, Jonathan. Please."

It was as if something in him finally gave way as he moved to press himself just the slightest bit harder against you, eliciting a strangled moan from your lips. "We'll go slow, okay?" You only nodded as his hand traveled down the side of your body, fingers wrapping around the back of your knee and squeezing gently, making you quickly part your legs. "If it gets to be too painful, at any point, just tell me and we'll stop." His fingertips ghosted over underwear, your breathing coming in ragged as you felt his touch above your folds, giving you the most delicious teasing torture as he rubbed against your clit in slow circles. "Promise me, Y/N."

"I promise," you gasped out, trying to arch into his touch and hissing as your entire body tensed and stung at the effort.

He pressed his lips to the skin below your ear as he let out a low chuckle, the sound quickly shooting through your whole body and intensifying your desire for him. "My poor darling girl," he rasped, continuing to press his lips to your skin. "Does it hurt when you move?" You could only whimper out your 'Yes'. "It looks like you'll simply have to take what I give you, my love."

Your hand gripped his shirt tight, bunching the fabric in your hands as he moved aside the fabric of your panties, running his fingers along the length of your slit, your arousal rapidly building as he did so. You hissed as you began to arch into his touch again once he started rubbing against your clit in tight circles, moaning desperately into his mouth as he captured your lips in a heated kiss.

"If you keep moving and hurting yourself I will stop," he murmured against your mouth, letting out a low chuckle when you whimpered in response and did your best to relax your body. "Much better, love." He dipped lower once more and proceeded to insert two fingers inside of you, both of you groaning into each others mouths as he scissored and stretched your walls.

It seemed like he was on a mission to have you a dripping, whimpering mess as he slanted his mouth over yours, his tongue gliding against your own in the same pace that his fingers had taken once they curled upward and began to stroke against that spot inside of you that had you using all the strength you had in you to not arch into his touch for fear of him stopping.

"My beautiful girl," he whispered as he pulled away from you, your mouth forming in an 'O' as all you could do was close your eyes and feel the pleasure washing over you as he kept on relentlessly stroking at that spot inside of you. "You're close, I can feel it. You're already gripping me so tight. Let go, Y/N." He pressed his lips to yours again, giving you a tender kiss that was a stark contrast to the merciless pace his fingers had taken on inside of you. "Come for me."

Your hands held his shirt and the bedsheet in a death grip as you felt your walls clenching and soaking his fingers, your high-pitched moans echoing around the room, giving the agents who were guarding the safe house all the confirmation they would need about what was going on in this room.

"We'll figure it out," he whispered in a reassuring tone as he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, as if he knew what was already running through your worried mind. "Tomorrow. We'll figure it out tomorrow. Tonight is just for us." Your eyes widened, feeling your arousal building up again as he moved to position himself over you, already having kicked off his trousers and pants while you were catching your breath.

"Hmmmph?" was the only intelligible sound that could come out of you as he slid your panties down your legs and hooked your knees around him, leaning down to press his lips to yours. You let out an obscene moan, muffled by his kiss, as you felt him lining the tip of his shaft at your entrance.

"Remember, my love. You move and hurt yourself, and I stop."

A/N: Aaaaand that's a wrap for Jonathan Pine for this collection! I have more stories for him coming though, from the requests I'm still scheduled to write and my own little thots swimming around in my head, so it'll most definitely not be the last time we see him.

There's no sequel planned for this, but I might have something in the works for a prequel where Jonathan saves her from Ricci.

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...with Will or Pine (up to you) and “He was onto me, one look and I couldn't breathe“ My Oh My - Camila Cabello

a/n: Thank you, love for this great request! I hope you like it! I had much fun writing it!

Warnings: thirst - a lot, shirtless, wet Jonathan (I think this counts as a warning...)

Word Count: 1,1k

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Lyric-Drabble-Mania Masterlist

Based on this song:

Blown Away

The sinking sun burned down on you, as you walked over to the poolside in Richard Roper's villa on Mallorca. Sunglasses rested on your nose, to shield your eyes from the sun. You wore nothing but a black bikini, slung tightly around your curves. It was way too hot outside to wear anything else. You sat down beside Jed, letting your legs dangle over the edge of the pool, buried in the warm, clear water. You had placed your hands firmly on the ground behind you, in order to keep you steady. A smile adorned your face. It was a beautiful day. "A great day today, isn't it?" Jed spoke up, as if the beautiful blonde had read your thoughts. You giggled, nodding, "It is, indeed." and brushed back your Y/H/C curls.

While Jed was here for Roper's entertainment, you were here for the other men's entertainment. Alright, no, let's put it that way... To serve them. Rich men like they were, needed company - and you needed money. It was a win - win situation. You were a pretty girl and therefore perfect for this job. Of course, you knew that there was something not right about this agricultural equipment business. There were dirty things going on behind the scenes in secret, but that was nothing you should care about. First, it was none of your business and a dangerous thing to investigate in this. You needed this 'job' here, so you played along.

"Perfect for swimming," she said, looking up to you with a smile, before she nodded towards the big pool ahead of you. Your gaze followed hers - and only now did you realise that you and Jed weren't alone. Somebody was swimming in the pool. A man. "Is that Danny's knight in shining armour?" You asked the blonde, who gave you a nod. You weren't with them at the restaurant (due to a cold, which had tackled you down), but you had heard, of course what had happened. Although, that he lived in the same villa you lived, you hadn't seen him a lot yet, but what you had seen was very much to your liking. Attractive wasn't enough to describe him. "What was his name again, Jed?" "Jonathan Pine... Or Thomas Quince. Your choice."

Jed left you at the poolside then, getting called inside by Tabby. You kept on enjoying the sun - until the newbie had seemingly enough of swimming. He glided through the water and swam over to the stair, in order to get out of the pool. That attracted your attention. You turned your head, witnessed how Jonathan rose out of the water, dripping wet, of course. The water droplets got caught in his short dirty blonde hair, running down his bare back. The black swim shorts, which you could swear belonged originally to Corky, were now soaked, clung to his hips, thighs and ass like a second skin. You licked your lips, eyes wandering shamelessly over the back of his body. If the back was already such a delicious few, you couldn't wait to see the front. Jonathan stepped forward, took one of the towels, laying on one of the deck chairs, in order to dry himself a bit. Unbeknownst to him, he put on quite a show for you, and at some point, you couldn't hold yourself back anymore. "Is the new guardian angel of the house now set free and allowed to take swims?" You hollered, causing Jonathan to flinch and quickly snap his head in your direction. When he saw you, a nervous, deep chuckle rumbled through his chest. "Apparently, yes." You gave him a bright smile, watching how he threw the towel back on the deck chair, before he rounded the corner to walk over to you.

You had never seen that man up close before, so when he came to stand in front of you, you had to fight hard to not let an obscene gasp leave your lips, or your jaw to drop. His hair was still wet, trillion of water droplets were running down the side of his pretty face, with cheekbones as sharp as a knife and a jawline to die for. A few of them got caught in the short blonde stubble on his chin and cheeks, while the other dripped down on his defined upper body. Strong shoulders, muscular arms, big hands and hints of a sixpack, compared with the patch of wet, dark hair clinging to his pecs and the happy trail, starting beneath his belly button and disappearing inside the more than snug and tight swim shorts send your body skyrocketing. His gaze fell, stunning blue eyes meeting your sunglasses covered eyes - and suddenly you felt how your breath got caught in your throat. It was the first time you and Jonathan shared direct eye contact and you felt like you couldn't breathe. His look was so intense, it turned your knees into jelly. If you wouldn't already sit on the ground, you would've needed to sit down now, because your legs would've just given in.

Jonathan didn't see you staring or what was going on behind those sunglasses of yours. He luckily couldn't see how affected you were by him - or well, at least you hoped it... "I think we didn't meet properly before." Jonathan's voice brought you back down to earth again. "I'm Thomas." He gave you one on of the most beautiful smiles you had ever seen and reached out his hand towards you. Forcing yourself to wake up from your trance, you stood up and took his hand. His massive hand swallowed yours completely, as he shook it gently. "Y/N," you introduced yourself, smiling at him and trying desperately to keep your cool. As fast as his hand was on yours, as fast was it gone again. "Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Y/N." Jonathan - or Thomas said, before he turned to walk away. "I think we'll see each other again." You blushed at his words. "I hope so, Thomas."

As soon as the utterly attractive man was out of sight, you took deep breaths and couldn't help yourself but to let out a high-pitched squeal. "Okay, what did I miss?" Jed's voice sounded from behind you, before the blonde beauty sat down beside you with a smirk. You giggled, shaking your head. "Nothing. I just made Jonathan's acquaintance." Jed raised an eyebrow, looking at you in disbelief. "Okay, okay, I almost lost my shit, because gods, he's so hot. I swear, Jed, he was onto me, one look and I couldn't breathe!" Jed just giggled, waggling her eyebrows. "Well... Jonathan has quite the effect on women..."

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Help...

Thanks to @gigglingtigger and @coldnique I've spent the whole day yesterday being tortured by Jonathan Pine thirst. (not that I'm complaining lol)

But I want to write a fic about him because my brain is still all over the place. So, I'm asking for ideas. I want to write something where Jonathan is still working as a night manager and Y/n is a guest he keeps flirting with.

So... ideas on how to seduce this man?

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Tom Hiddleston Masterlist

hello, I'm fudge and this is my Tom Hiddleston Masterlist, anything and everything Tom is here: one shots, multi-part fics. please make sure to read all the warnings before reading each piece. your media consumption is your responsibility. please note minors dni with smut or dark themed content.

please note I am no longer writing RPF. all the fics linked are complete

Main Masterlist // AO3

Divider by @firefly-graphics

One Shots

Your Boyfriend Comes To Work Day (requested)

Age Gap (requested) Headcanon

Co-Stars on Betrayal (requested) Headcanon

Multi-Part Fics

Rush (Complete)

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Fem!Reader

Tom has a few rules he follows diligently, you make him break each one.

This fic contains smut, angst, fluff, it also contains sensitive topics of SA, Domestic Abuse, and others, please read warnings before each chapter.

Masterlist

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