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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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sserpente · 1 year

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A/N: Requests from four anons and some of my own ideas. I thought in honour of Tom’s Jonathan Pine look making a comeback and the prospect of a Season 2, now is the perfect time for some spicy spy action! Enjoy, everyone!

Words: 2881 Warnings: smut

After Roper’s death, a lot in our own life changed. You moved away from Spain and back to the UK with a fresh start in your suitcase. Your new job in the publishing industry enabled you to meet the authors of the books you were passionate about and you could help discover new talents whose stories would enrich countless readers’ bookshelves.

It was peaceful now. Safer—for at no fault of your own, it hadn’t always been like that. You were young when you fled to sunny Spain to discover yourself, learned Spanish to the point of fluency and started a job at the local library that regularly held readings for both adults and children.

It all went well, for a while. Right until little Danny Roper stepped foot in the library for the first time, accompanied by two brooding bodyguards and a charming British gentleman you, for some reason, instantly mistrusted.

Richard Roper, a wealthy businessman with a mansion all to himself. Perhaps it was unfair to assume he had blood on his hands because of how heavy his wallet was but your instinct had never betrayed you before. Soon, little Danny Roper regularly came to visit the little library, took part in the readings and had you recommend new stories to him, always under the scrutinising eye of his bodyguards or his father.

On the night of Halloween, everything changed. The kids loved the spooky holiday. They were allowed to wear costumes for the themed reading that night and you spent the entire evening before long after the library had closed decorating for the occasion. The sweets you had bought for the kids to eat had come out of your budget but seeing their wide eyes upon entering the small library on the 31st had been worth every single penny—or cent, in this case—spent.

Danny Roper came too. Dressed in a mummy costume with a face full of paper-white make-up and armed with an orange pumpkin basket for his sweets, he was one of the first kids to make himself comfortable in the reading corner in the front row. But there was someone else with them that night. Someone you had never seen around before. He didn’t look like a new bodyguard but he was handsome. Blue eyes, a sharp jawline, high cheekbones, a five o’clock shadow, and dark-blond hair you instantly felt the urge to ruffle. Your heart skipped a beat when he locked eyes with you for the first time. You could practically feel his intrigued gaze burning through your skin when you read some child-friendly Halloween stories to the kids and from then on… he kept on coming back. Sometimes in the company of Danny and his bodyguards, sometimes alone. And each and every single time he asked you for recommendations for a new horror book, borrowed one, and returned the old one giving you detailed and positive feedback that he usually delivered with a charming, British smile.

You realised soon enough that his regular visits were but an excuse to see you again—but he remained distant, never made a move to ask for your number or a date. Perhaps it was for the best, you thought at the time. If he was with Roper then he was not to be messed with, a dangerous man to be around, and not the type of guy you should wish to be affiliated with.

“I’m glad Danny asked me to join him on Halloween. You have made this place truly special,” he had said one day. “Have you known them long? The Ropers?”

Alarm bells. Alarm bells loud and clear had rang in your head and almost drowned out the sound of your book scanner when he’d slid yet another horror novel towards you on the counter.

“Only for about a year. Danny has picked up so many children’s books I will need to restock to find new novels for him at this point. Richard Roper donated ten thousand euros to the library back in January.”

“Are you the owner of this library then?”

“Oh no, I only work here. But I am in charge of all the boring accounting paperwork.” Whatever had lit up in Jonathan’s blue eyes, was gone again before you’d had a chance to analyse it. But it had been suspicious enough for you to gather all of your courage, and look around briefly to ensure you were alone.

“I… can I give you some advice? Leave. As long as you still can. Something’s not right about this man. I don’t know what that poor kid is caught up in but my hands are tied,” you had told him with a lowered voice.

Jonathan had frowned at you, pressed his lips together to a thin line. Then, without another word, he had picked up his novel and left the store.

The following night, he’d appeared seemingly out of nowhere after you’d closed the library for the day and asked you out for dinner. One dirty martini afterward led to two and that very same night, you fell asleep in Jonathan Pine’s bed in a luxurious hotel room he was staying in for reasons he had not elaborated on much.

A couple of evenings and more passionate sex—the best sex you’d ever had—later, you had shown him the donation certification, complete with all the relevant bank details. Confidential data which could have gotten you into big trouble, both with the library and Richard Roper himself. A few more nights after that… Jonathan disappeared for a while and you realised that he had only used you—and your body—for information.

It had baffled you back then, when, almost a month after, he showed up on the doorstep of the library, beaten, bruised, and half-dead. No police, no hospital, he had murmured over and over and you, having fallen in love with the man unconditionally, had hidden him and nursed him back to health. For weeks on end, Jonathan Pine lay low in the cellar that acted as an inventory for the library, living off of takeaway food you smuggled down to him day after day. He told you everything. How he had been sneaked into Roper’s family as a spy to put an end to his schemes at long last, how Roper sold deadly weapons that killed hundreds of people, and how incredibly sorry he was for putting you in all this danger.

One night, while he was still recovering from his injuries and you stayed in the library with him to make sure he didn’t develop a fever, he whispered your name in his sleep, hands blindly attempting to reach you, touch you, explore you, and pull you close.

He confessed he was in love with you the morning after and a few weeks later, after Roper had finally been arrested, you moved back to the UK with him. Here you were now, climbing up the career ladder in the publishing industry.

Jonathan had left his spy days behind for now and accepted a job as the night manager in a lovely hotel in the heart of Switzerland over the winter. You’d be apart for a few months and it had broken your heart to hear of it even though you were more than happy for him and the opportunity he had been offered.

Two weeks after his departure, your boss had asked you to join her on a business trip to that very same hotel to meet with an internationally best-selling author whose next book series was going to be translated into thirteen languages.

Jonathan didn’t know you had just landed in Switzerland. He didn’t know you were coming to stay at his hotel. The name the rooms were booked under was your boss’ assistant who Jonathan had never met before. Needless to say, when you entered the lobby and the warm air enveloped you welcomingly, scaring away the Swiss winter air, his stunning blue eyes widened. You failed to suppress your smirk, knowing very well how much he was struggling with remaining polite and professional—after all, you were with your boss and her assistant.

“Good evening! Sorry, our flight was delayed a little. I’ve got three rooms booked under the name Elsa Higgins?” the latter greeted him.

“Ah, yes, Ms. Higgins! Good evening, ladies. Please, allow me to welcome you to the Meisters. My name is Jonathan Pine and I’m the night manager. May I offer you any refreshments?”

Your boss shook the snow off of her beret and began taking off her winter coat. Jonathan was by her side instantly, helping each and every one of you out of your winter gear—even though with you, his touch lingered for just a second too long, his fingertips brushing against the back of your neck. You shivered. Fuck, you had missed him so much.

“Thank you, Mr. Pine,” you mused, watching him struggle a bit with how you addressed him before he poured you all a glass of champagne. Then, he moved behind the counter to sort out your rooms and hand you your keys while the concierges busied themselves with your suitcases and disappeared out of sight quickly.

“Our concierges will be taking up your luggage at once, as you can see. Is there anything else I can do for you in the meantime? Have you had dinner yet?”

“We have, thank you. We’re just very tired from the flight. Could you show us to our rooms? This hotel is so big, I feel like I’m gonna get lost!”

“Of course, dar-, Miss. Please, follow me.” He caught himself before the word “darling” could escape his lips. Chuckling to yourself, you stared at his sexy back and entered the lift right after him.

“He is so hot!” your boss whispered to you. Heavens, he was. He looked so handsome in that navy blue suit and the white shirt… and that tie! You had to remember to get rid of those damp panties of yours later and sneak them into his pockets somehow—because the mere thought of him taking off that tie and using it to bind your wrists together got you so wet you had to clench your legs on the way up. If only your boss and her equally yearning assistant knew you regularly had the pleasure to fuck this man…

Jonathan was reluctant to leave you behind after letting you know about the breakfast times, the pool opening times, and that he was at your service for anything at all, at all times during the night. And oh, you might just take him up on that offer…

“Thank you, Mr. Pine. I’ll be sure to call if I need anything.” You excused yourself to the bathroom and when you came back, yours and the door of your boss were still wide open, denying you the privacy you craved. Besides, Mr. Jonathan Pine had to remain professional at work. You chuckled once more, making quick work of stuffing your spoiled panties into his suit jacket. He pretended not to be fazed by it but for a spy, he was pretty bad at hiding how much he was struggling with keeping his composure.

But that was only the beginning. You were feeling adventurous tonight. And so, after wishing your boss and her assistant a good night, you got ready for bed, making yourself comfortable on the soft mattress and the lavender-scented bed sheets completely naked, and then used the phone on the nightstand to call the reception. It was shortly past two am by now. Surely, the lobby was deserted.

You hummed contently when he picked up and purred your last name with a seductive ‘Miss’ in front of it into the speaker. “What can I do for you?”

“Oh, you see… I’m so lonely in this big suite, Mr. Pine. So very lonely. Is there a way you could keep me company? I am so tense from the journey,” you mused, dragging out your last “so” to the point you could hear him breathe heavily on the other end of the line.

Jonathan cleared his throat. There was absolutely no way he hadn’t discovered yet just what exactly you had shoved into his pocket. He was probably clutching at it with his free hand right now.

“Ah, well, I am afraid our masseuses don’t start their shift until seven am, Miss, but perhaps I can arrange some other… form of… relief for you.” His voice became raspier and darker the more words escaped his lips.

“Really? That would be quite wonderful. You see, Mr. Pine, the sheets are so soft and comfortable, I figured I don’t even need any sleepwear.”

Jonathan took a deep breath. A short moment of pregnant silence followed and then, “I’ll be right up, Miss.” With that, he hung up.

You giggled to yourself, counting the seconds. He must have taken the steps, for only forty-three strikes of the second hand on the clock above the massive sofa in the suite later, you heard a gentle knock on your door.

Rushing over on bare feet, you hid behind it as you opened it for him to conceal your nakedness from the bright lights in the hallway, the both of you drowning in comfortable darkness and only the pale moon shining through the massive windows illuminating both your features as soon as he’d closed the door again behind him.

“I have ten minutes,” he murmured out of breath before his lips came crashing down on yours. You laughed against his mouth, his feverish urgency instantly infecting you. Jonathan’s touch was like a fire ignited inside of you by the single stroke of a match. Step after step, he guided you back towards your bed without ever breaking the battle of tongues you fought out, his hands exploring your naked curves and kneading your butt cheeks thoroughly before pushing you down on the mattress.

Jonathan was above you within a fraction of a second, one of his knees keeping your legs apart, his hand snatching your wrists and pinning them down above your head. Finally, he released your lips to let you catch your breath for a moment.

“Naughty girl, slipping your used underwear into my pockets… you little tease…”

“Aw, I thought you’d appreciate my little gift,” you mocked—your chuckle soon turned into a moan, however, when he gently bit the underside of your left breast, followed by his tongue tasting your nipple.

Jonathan’s dark growl was unlike anything you had ever heard from him when his one free hand struggled to undo his belt and the buttons of his suit trousers. You were pretty certain he hadn’t even taken his shoes off but by the time he finally managed to push the fabric down to his upper thighs, he was as hard as a rock, his red tip leaking precum teasing your entrance.

There was no need for him to prepare you. You had been soaked and ready for him ever since your arrival at the hotel. Jonathan wasted no time. He positioned himself swiftly, pulling your legs apart even further, and then, sheathed himself inside of you with but one fluid movement.

The both of you moaned in unison, his forehead resting against yours. Jonathan kissed you again when he pulled out to thrust up into you, your hips bucking to meet him. His free hand remained where it was—right between your legs where your bodies were joined.

As he fucked you hungrily, his fingers quickly found a little toy to play with—and knowing Jonathan, he was a skilled lover. He had you on the brink of orgasm in no time, his rhythm relentless and his strokes hard.

You arched your back the closer you crept to the edge, breaking his kiss to gasp for air and throw your head back which he instantly took as an invitation to taste your neck and assault it with gentle licks, bites, and kisses.

It was the moment he released your wrists and placed one of your legs on his shoulder to rut into you even deeper, his tip brushing against all the right spots, that made you come undone underneath him. Clenching around his length, he fucked you through your climax until he too found release, only fuelling your arousal when you felt ropes of his seed coating your walls, his member jerking inside of you until eventually, he stilled and embraced you without ever pulling out of you.

“How are you even here?” he finally asked. “I’m so happy to see you, darling.”

“That I could tell.” You grinned, grinding against him and eliciting a little whimper from him in the process. “My boss is meeting a client here. She asked me to come with her, it was quite last minute. I could have called you but I wanted to make it a surprise.”

“You most certainly did surprise me, darling. You know… I think I quite enjoy you calling me ‘Mr. Pine’.”

Your grin grew even wider. “Lucky for you, we’ll be staying the whole weekend, Mr. Pine.”

Jonathan growled once more. He was on you again to stifle your laugh and had you cumming for him again long before his ten minutes were over.

A/N: Well that was fun to write! ;-)

#jonathan pine #jonathan pine imagine #jonathan pine x you #jonathan pine x reader #jonathan pine smut #the night manager #the night manager imagine #tom hiddleston

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holdmytesseract · 1 year

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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

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @acefeather2002 @lulubelle814 @vbecker10 @fictive-sl0th @lady-rose-moon @muddyorbs @kimanne723 @simping-for-marvel @coldnique

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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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holymultiplefandomsbatman · 1 year

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Welcome, everyone!

You can find my stuff on Tumblr under the tag #mywriting🧡 and on AO3 under AsrielDremurr.

I hope you'll have fun looking through my writing. 💜

Loki

Series

🌻 I Can't Wash Your Handprints Off My Soul (in progress)

🌻 Prince... Charming? (in progress)

One-Shots

🌻 Love is Mischief (fluff/angst; 2.3k words)

🌻 A Cozy Christmas (Christmas fluff; 829 words)

🌻 Hungry For Your Living Kiss (sub Loki smut; 5.7k words)

Loki Thirst

🌻 Devil Incarnate (Avenger Loki AU; 923 words)

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Blurbs

🌻 A Work Of Art (sub Loki smut; 338 words)

🌻 Deal With The Devil (dark Loki x sub gn reader; 885 words)

🌻 Hold Me Now (soft dom Loki smut; 747 words)

🌻 Undisclosed Desires (dom Loki x sub gn reader; 351 words)

Jonathan Pine

🌻 The Mission Comes First (fluff/angst; 2.5k words)

William Ransome

🌻 Confess Your Sins (smut; 1.4k words)

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theglowingeyeballz · 4 months

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The Magnus Archives x Gravity Falls

#imagine them having a conversation and Jon goes ‘you did what’ and Dipper is like ‘yea that summer was crazy’#Dipper would ask so many questions and Jon would be rlly concerned cuz the whole eye knowledge thing #He’d probably remind Jon of his younger self #Martin and Mabel having a tea party #Jmart looking at each other ‘what are these kids..?’#Martin and Mabel would find a lot in common too #the magnus archives #tma #tma fanart #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #gravity falls #dipper pines #mabel pines #gravity falls fanart

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cult-of-the-eye · 24 days

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Are we considering Jonathan Sims in a french plait era

#cause i fucking am #god can you imagine martin pining over it #while he watched jon deftly sweep strands of hair over the other #oh my goddff #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims

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theartofimagining13 · 1 year

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Imagine:

Your father sold guns for a living which is how you met John Wick and Jonathan Pine; his best customers. After your father died you inherited the clandestine shop in the back of his house and continued to interact with hitmen from all over the world. John Wick was the love of your life but he married someone else and, many years later, you and Pine moved in together and he loved you like a mad man. One night, Wick showed up in need of weapons and it was the first time you saw each other in years. It was clear that he was in a rush and in danger so you had no time to talk but all it took was one look from him to get you all flustered and nostalgic. Jonathan woke up to find your side of the bed empty so he got up and was able to catch a glimpse of Wick before he left. He knew everything about him so he wasn’t surprised when he noticed how affected you were by his presence but it just made Pine hate Wick even more, so he pulled out his cell phone ready to leak his latest location to his enemies.

#What a bad man Jonathan Pine can be #Imagine Jonathan Pine #Jonathan Pine #Imagine John Wick #John Wick #John Wick x reader #Jonathan Pine x reader #Keanu Reeves #Tom Hiddleston #Imagine #It's WiNe o' clock

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jotunqueenneith · 1 year

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Don’t tease me

#loki #loki of asgard #tom hiddleston #loki laufeyson #tom hiddelston imagine #spicy #tomhiddlesedit #jonathan pine #dom loki

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buck1eys · 1 year

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jonathan and argyle better survive s5 because GOD are they gonna love the x files

#jargyle #jonathan byres #argyle stranger things #txf #listen... imagine they move to cali in 1992 and next spring txf premiers and jonathan is like HELLO!!#the pine woods #the small towns #the missing sister #the autism let's be real #goes hard

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yourplaceinaugust · 4 months

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i recently discovered genderfluid steve harrington fics and im obsessed so i made a playlist of songs i think steve would listen/relate to if they were a genderfluid teen in 2023

#steve harrington #dude idk what came over me #i dont even like stranger things that much #but genderfluid steve has my heart #this also has like pining songs and stuff #and while making it i imagined her pining over nancy jonathan AND eddie #so it's #stancy #stonathan #stoncy #and #steddie #bc in the little universe i created for this playlist #steve is in a polyamorous relationship where him nancy and jonathan are dating each other #and then steve is dating eddie #anyways enjoy and feel free to rec songs you think fit the vibe #i love song recs #Spotify

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sserpente · 11 months

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN! 🌞⛱️🤿

Guys! Let's do this! It's been way too long! Send in some prompts if you like! It's time to geek out! Besides, summer is coming up! So if you've got any hot ideas for that, shoot them my way as well!

You can send in prompts for the following characters this time:

Loki (Thor/The Avengers)

Adam (Only Lovers Left Alive)

Captain James Conrad (Kong: Skull Island)

Jonathan Pine (The Night Manager)

Thomas Sharpe (Crimson Peak)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things)

Captain Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Caribbean)

As always, please refer to my FAQ real quick before submitting a prompt! 💚

#loki imagine #eddie munson imagine #jonathan pine imagine #james conrad imagine #thomas sharpe imagine #billy hargrove imagine #adam olla imagine #jack sparrow imagine

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holdmytesseract · 1 year

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hey my love💜

100% exited for this event!!

...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

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @acefeather2002 @lulubelle814 @vbecker10 @fictive-sl0th @lady-rose-moon @muddyorbs @kimanne723 @simping-for-marvel and a few peeps who might be interested in this... 👀 @coldnique @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @stupidthoughtsinwriting @peaches1958

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..."

#jonathan pine x fem!reader #jonathan pine x reader #jonathan pine x you #jonathan pine fanfiction #jonathan pine imagine #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston character #the night manager

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holymultiplefandomsbatman · 2 years

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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.

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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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#mywriting🧡#the night manager #jonathan pine #jonathan pine x reader #jonathan pine imagine #the night manager fanfiction #jonathan pine x you #jonathan pine x yn #jonathan pine fanfiction #torture mention #torture tw #jonathan pine x y/n

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itsstrange · 2 years

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Start With Forever

Relationship: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Fandom: Marvel

A/N: So to give me more time on finishing longer stories for y’all, I decided to drop some of my works that I originally posted on my IG, some of them will be edited and will be a little longer than they originally were, but won’t be edited too crazy. So with that, hope y’all enjoy them!

Summary: Having your first dance with the love of your life is all you ever needed to feel complete.

Word Count: 918

Warnings: (None) Fluff, First Dance, Wedding, Happiness, Gentle Kisses, Just Absolutely Pure Fluff.

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Having your first dance with your lovely husband is all you’ve been waiting for, the cake was a good moment, yes, but your first slow dance together is what you dreamed of. And it was finally happening, after many hours later. While slowly dancing you were not thinking about everyone else in the hall, not thinking about the slow music playing through the speakers and certainly not thinking about cameras filming this beautiful moment. All you cared about was Tom, who’s in your arms, slowly swaying you to the music, gently spinning you every once and a while before pulling you back in his arms and leaning his forehead against yours. Awhile softly humming to the music.

“I love you Mrs. Hiddleston,” A wide smile spreads on your face at his words, causing you to do the same,

“And I love you, Mr. Hiddleston,” A wide, warm smile spreads on his before angling his head and letting his lips connect with your own, smiling and chuckling against your lips when everyone bursts into cheers and whistles,

You on the other hand couldn’t help hide your face in the crook of his neck from shyness, causing another deep chuckle to escape from him, but nonetheless let’s his cheek lean against the crown of your head as he continues to sway you two with the music.

Once the song ended, another round of cheers and whistles erupted the hall, causing you both to smile widely, but you being the shy one you hide your face with Tom’s chest. Again. Through the loud commotion, you slightly hear his deep chuckle before feeling a warm hand on the side of your cheek. With little effort he brings your face back to his own, he smiles down at you and places another small kiss. You smile against his lips, not wanting to break away from his lips or him in general, you slip your arms around his waist and hug him tightly.

Tom slightly pulls back to see your (E/C) eyes before giving you a small peck on your forehead. As you two remained on the dance floor, the DJ smoothly announces the floor is now open for people to joined and began dancing to the upbeat music, you two however remained slow dancing in each other’s arms. Some song from a familiar band plays loudly, causing people to move with the beat with their partners, but you and Tom remained moving slow and steady. Dancing your asses off can wait, right now you two are enjoying the moment and each other’s hold.

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The Following Morning

Stirring from his sleep, Tom wakes up to the sound of Seagulls flying by and waves crash ashore. Through drowsy eyes, he manages to see outside his window, noticing the sun was barely peaking out. Slightly looking down where you still remained sound asleep in his arms, a small smile tugs on the mans lips as he takes in your beautiful sleeping form. Realizing then and there, that this would be his life now, getting the opportunity to wake up next to you, forever. He honestly, still, doesn’t understand how he was able to find someone like you, find the perfect wife that’ll love him the same way he loves back. Doesn’t understand how he got so lucky to have you. He just doesn’t.

After a while of admiring your sleeping form, he carefully and slowly peels away from you before getting up from bed. Slipping on his shirt and briefs that laid on the floor, he makes his way out towards the balcony to watch the sunset, to have some alone time, to gather his mind around reality for a minute. The weather was rather warm, a small fresh breeze hitting his skin every so often when the waves crash against shore. Closing his eyes he inhales deeply through his nose, getting a fresh scent of nature, and feeling the way his exhausted body relaxes almost instantly. As Tom stood out in the balcony, overlooking the beautiful sunset and the crashing waves, a warm hand snaking into his breaks him out of his thoughts.

“What are you doing out here?” You ask, leaning your cheek against his shoulder,

Tom looks down at you, smile tugging on his lips, “Processing everything,”

His heart flutters in his chest at the sight of you wearing his white button up from the previous night, with your (H/C) hair resting messily on your shoulders. He can definitely get use to waking up to this.

You chuckle, “Still can’t believe it huh?”

He shakes his head, “Knowing that you are finally my wife? Yeah.. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to,”

You smile up at him before reaching out to peck his lips and settling in between his chest to watch the sunrise with him. His arms wrap tightly around your frame, chin resting on top of your head as you both stare out to the beautiful island. While doing so, your lips curl upwards when you suddenly feel the way his fingers play with your wedding band. The gesture was adorable, yet, just like him, you also couldn’t believe he was your husband as well. Whatever feelings he must be feeling at the moment were most definitely the same feelings you had as you stayed in his arms, cherishing the morning with him. Making core memories like this one is all you want and all you hoped for, because he was your forever. Just like how you were his.

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