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let-me-love-you-loki · 4 years

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Fiction Master Post

This is a long time in the making. This includes all of my (important-ish) stories from my early days of fanfictioning on Tumblr.

Stories are sorted by fandom/person, then completed/in progress/abandoned. I’ve also let you know if it is a multi-chapter or a one-shot.

***1000 Follower Celebration Character Q & A***

***Character Q&A Round 2***

Benedict Cumberbatch

Cruel Fates (multi-chapter, Benedict/OC)

Tom Hiddleson/Benedict Cumberbatch

Multi-chapter

When Series (Completed)

When I’m Gone (multi-chapter, Tom/OC Annie; Benedict/OC Annie)

When You Say You Love Me (one shot, Tom/Annie)

When I See Your Face (one shot, Tom/Annie)

When I Felt Your Hand (one shot, Tom/Annie)

When I Knew You (one shot, Tom/Annie)

When Nothing Happens (one shot, Tom/Annie)

When You Needed Me (one shot, Tom/Annie)

When You Were Mine (one shot, Tom/Annie)

When Life Takes A Turn (one shot, Ben/Annie)

When I Kiss Your Lips (one shot, Ben/Annie)

When I Hear You Speak (one shot, Ben/Annie)

When Secrets Are Kept (one shot, Ben/Annie)

When I See You Smile (one shot, Ben/Annie)

When I Love Everything About You (one shot, Ben/Annie)

When Things Just Fit (one shot, Ben/Annie)

When You Make a Promise (one shot, Ben/Annie)

When We’re All Together (one shot, Tom/Annie, Ben/Wren)

When You Belong With Me (one shot, Tom/Annie pre-When I’m Gone)

When Time Flies (one shot, Tom/Annie pre-When I’m Gone)

Shh.. Don’t Tell Mum (one shot When I’m Gone/Back to Best drabble)

20 Things You Didn’t Know About Tom and Annie

A Poem Inspired by When I’m Gone by Majortomsbluejeans

Back to Best (multi-chapter sequel to When I’m Gone) by Notsomolly

One Shots

Simple Nothingness (Tom/Ben/Reader, one shot)

Tom Hiddleston

Multi-chapter

Save Me Series (Completed)

Save Me (multi-chapter, Tom/Maggie)

Safe and Sound (multi-chapter, Tom/Maggie)

A Thousand Years (one shot, Tom/Maggie)

My Little Girl (one shot, Tom/Maggie)

Broken Series (Completed)

Broken Dreams (one shot, Tom/unnamed OC)

A Letter to His Love (one shot, Tom/unnamed OC)

Multi-chapter

A Soft Sweet Sound (multi-chapter, Tom/Carrie)

One Shots

Beauty In All Shapes (one shot, Tom/OC Ashleigh)

Wildest Dreams (one shot, Tom/unnamed OC)

Still Into You (one shot, Tom/OC Meg, request by @thebatchinator)

The Broken Road (one shot, Tom/OC Sasha)

Works-in-Progress (Temporarily Abandoned/Shelved)

The Purpose of a Heart (multi-chapter, AU Regency!Tom/OC Rebecca)

The Secret to a Successful Nanny (multi-chapter, AU Daddy!Tom/OC Leigh)

Rewrite the Stars (multi-chapter, AU Circus!Tom/Eva)

Tom Hiddleston Characters

Magnus Martinsson

Bones and Glass (multi-chapter, Magnus/OC Leyna)

Loki

The Concubine’s Wish (one shot, Loki/unnamed OC)

The Maiden’s Desire (one shot, Lok/unnamed OC)

The Gods of Mischief (AU Rockstar!Loki)

Chris Evans

Multi-chapter

Seasons of Love Series

Winter in Boston [1] (multi-chapter, Chris/OC Tati)

Spring in Constanta [2] (multi-chapter, Chris/OC Tati)

Works-in-Progress

Summer in New York [3] (Chris/Tati multi-chapter)

Seth Rollins/Colby Lopez

Multi-chapter

Shield Saga

Hounds of Justice [1] (multi-chapter, Seth Rollins/OC Llane Black)

Irresistible ( multi-chapter, Colby Lopez/OC JoJo, a request for @stellargirlie)

Works-in-Progress/Temporarily Shelved

An Ending Within [2] (multi-chapter, Seth Rollins/OC Llane Black)

Shield (Seth Rollins/Dean Ambrose/Roman Reigns)

Multi-chapter

Grand Mountain Series

Lips of An Angel [1] (multi-chapter, Completed, College AU Polyamory!Shield/unnamed OC)

Works-in Progress/Temporarily Shelved

Welcome to Oblivion [2] (multi-chapter, College AU Polyamory!Shield/OC Addy)

Dean Ambrose/Jon Moxley

Multi-chapter

Waking Up in Vegas (Completed; multi-chapter, Dean Ambrose/OC Mera Reynolds)

One Shot

Birthday Blues (one-shot, Jon Moxley/Unnamed OC, a birthday surprise for @mox-made-me-do-it)

Jeff Hardy

One shot

My Girl (one shot, Jeff Hardy/Reader, a request from @0paint-the-stars0)

“Hangman” Adam Page

Take Me Saga (one-shot series, Adam/OC Emily) Part of The Elite Universe Stories

Temporarily Shelved

The Christmas That Wasn’t (multi-chapter, Adam Page/OC Allie Maxon, Kenny Omega/OC Leigh Keene, written with @mox-made-me-do-it)

Kenny Omega

Works In Progress

Crash and Burn (multi-chapter, Kenny Omega/Nick Jackson)

Completed

In a Day or Two (multi-chapter, Kenny Omega/OC Shaye Walker) Part of The Elite Universe Stories

Between Me and You (one shot, Kenny Omega/Reader/Nick Jackson, gift to @basedboutmachine)

Temporarily Shelved

The Christmas That Wasn’t (multi-chapter, Adam Page/OC Allie Maxon, Kenny Omega/OC Leigh Keene, written with @mox-made-me-do-it)

The Young Bucks

The Too Late Tales (one-shot series, Matt/Reader, Nick/Reader, hinted Matt/Reader/Nick) Part of The Elite Universe Stories

...Ready for It? (multi-chapter, Mattie Jackson/Wardlow) Part of The Elite Universe Stories and a continuation of The Too Late Tales

Nick Jackson

Works-In-Progress

Everything Has Changed (multi-chapter, Nick Jackson/Shaye Walker) Part of The Elite Universe Stories, An AU of In a Day or Two

Crash and Burn (multi-chapter, Kenny Omega/Nick Jackson)

One Shots

Between Me and You (one shot, Kenny Omega/Reader/Nick Jackson, gift to @basedboutmachine)

Behind the Scenes (one shot, Nick Jackson/OC Melody Park, prize for @merchfreak for winning my 1000 follower celebration drawing)

Matt Jackson

Works-In-Progress

Head Over Feet (multi-chapter, Matt Jackson/Danielle Kyle). Part of The Elite Universe Stories, An AU of The Too Late Tales

Wardlow

...Ready for It? (multi-chapter, Mattie Jackson/Wardlow) Part of The Elite Universe Stories and a continuation of The Too Late Tales

Chris Jericho

Work-In-Progress

Nowhere To Run (multi-chapter, Chris Jericho/OC Kat Prince)

Blackpool Combat Club (Jon Moxley, Bryan Danielson, Wheeler Yuta)

Work-In-Progress

Yours to Tame (multi-chapter, BCC/OC Morgan Knox)

Matt Smith/Eleventh Doctor

One shot

Impossible! (one shot, Eleventh Doctor/OC)

Harry Potter

Temporarily Abandoned

Second Time’s A Charm (multi-chapter, Time Turner Marauder Era AU, Snape/Hermione)

Criminal Minds

Works-in-Progress/Slow Updates

Days Gone (multi-chapter, Spencer Reid/OC Melissa Thompson)

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ansgar-martinsson · 4 years

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The Weight of Comfort

The room was, in short, a freaking disaster area. Well, in Ansgar’s estimation it was. Or would have been, if he’d cared.

But at that moment, he didn’t mind the chaos so much. At that moment, he paid no heed to the way he’d neglected his home office over the past two weeks. He cared not that his laptop rest open on the floor, or that there were myriad blue and black architectural drawings unrolled, askew across, and draped off the edge of his drafting table. He didn’t fret over the blankets on the chairs or the documents, scattered pencils, scratched-in legal pads, post-it notes, and empty coffee mugs that lay scattered over the expanse of his desk.

All that mattered was the steadily breathing bundle - warm, round, heavy and solid - her soft baby skin against the bare skin of his chest.

Ansgar blinked against the amber dawn light that streamed in through the picture window. He stirred, moaning quietly as he woke. He woke but he didn’t move, entirely unwilling as he was to relinquish the weight and comfort of the baby, the little girl, his daughter. And so he stayed there, one arm thrown over his head, his leg bent haphazardly off the edge of his Poul Kjærholm sofa, the woven pink blanket barely covering his midriff, but securely snug and tucked up beneath his hand and around the little bundle.

And his gaze centered strictly upon her. A blithe, placid smile flowed across his lips and remained there, breath after contented breath.

As irritated as he’d been during the first few nights after he and Joline brought Magnes home, eventually the strange sleep patterns, the late hours, the near constant cycle of feeding, changing, playing and sleeping had become routine. In fact, over the past two weeks, Ansgar had come to almost enjoy the pre-dawn hours he’d spent with his little Maggie. The soft cries from the co-sleeper attached to Joline’s side of the bed, Joline waking to feed her, and then Ansgar taking her into his office for a lie down on the sofa - quiet time for mama - had become a welcome part of his life.

And it was a part of his life that, for the first thirty-five of it, he thought he’d never have. The fact of his inability to father children - well, his alleged inability - had shaped choices he’d made, attitudes he gave, personas he’d adopted. He’d led his life as if the only person he would ever care about, be responsible for was himself. Just him. Nobody else. Ever. And he’d been okay with that. He’d even built his business, birthed his multi-national multi-billion kronor enterprise on the very concept that it alone would be his child, his offspring....

His legacy.

But now, things were different. Vastly different. And like the unaccustomed disorder in his office, he didn’t mind the paradigm shift so much. In fact, in that moment, Ansgar Martinsson felt as if he had not truly been, as he’d thought, on a lifelong climb to the summit of success in business. In reality, the trail had been leading him to this. To more - so much more. To a truth. To fatherhood.

And maybe, just maybe, Magnus was right all along. Maybe, just maybe, one day, he’d admit that to his brother. Maybe. And maybe one day he’d tell Magnus this: that he now knew exactly what had been missing from his life. That he’d been inexplicably, secretly, and insanely jealous of Magnus all these years, ever since Viktoria was born.

He now knew why. And he was no longer jealous.

He brushed pooled tears from the corners of his eyes, sniffed, and sighed beneath his broad grin. Humming tunelessly, he wrapped his hands around the tiny body of his baby daughter and sat slowly, carefully up, cradling the newborn against his chest. He kept his movements slow, cautious, deliberate, easing himself to the edge of the sofa. “Ah, here we go, Magpie,” he murmured as he rose to his feet. “Let’s go see mamma.”

At the very mention of “mamma” Maggie squirmed in protest against his shoulder, pulled an irritated face, and whined quietly. She curled her little body downward, buffing her cheek against Ansgar’s breast, her little mouth opening and closing -- a baby bird desperate for its mother’s nourishment.

“Ah no. Not there, Maggie darling,” Ansgar chuckled. He adjusted his grip so that she lay in the crook of his elbow. “You can suckle on that all you want, I suppose, but I’d advise quite strongly against it. It’d only be disappointing for you and painful for pappa. Then we’d both get angry and we’d both cry, and we don’t want that, now do we? Hm? No we most certainly do not.”

In response, Maggie twisted up her face, clutched at a tuft of Ansgar’s chest hair, growled, and let out a low, rumbling - and very wet - fart.

“Oh, Christ, Maggie! Perfect timing, that.” Ansgar sniffed and groaned. “Yes. Make pappa change you before you go to mamma. I get it. No interruptions on the num nums, ja?” He laughed as he turned the corner, swiftly shifting his destination from the bedroom to the nursery. “Yes. I see how it is. I do. Two weeks old and you’ve already sussed how to work the system, haven’t you?” He cradled her in his hands as he rest her down on the changing table. “My little mogul. Yes, that’s what you are. Conniving, cunning little thing you are ....”

“Just like her pappa.”

Ansgar peered over his shoulder as he worked, and gave Joline a broad smile. “Morning,” he chirped. “I’m just um... ugh!” He moaned and coughed as he opened her diaper and the fetor reached his nostrils. “Oh, Jesus Christ, Maggie, that’s... that’s... oh Christ! That’s disgusting!”

Joline laughed, stepped comically outside the door and covered her nose.

“Sure,” he choked. “Save the nastiest one yet for me.” He bent over Maggie’s face, narrowed his eyes and shook his head. “And here I thought you liked me best. Serves me right, ja?”

Maggie cooed happily and kicked her legs, her eyes wide and her fists balled up against the sides of her head. She stared brightly at Ansgar as he made quick work - or as quick as he could with a squirming child - of cleaning up the malodorous effluent and once again clothing her in a clean diaper.

“There,” Ansgar cleared his throat. “Finished, you nasty little beastie, you.” He picked her up and turned to Joline. “Here,” he said. “She keeps trying to breastfeed off me, and I keep telling her it’s no use.”

“Girls never listen to their pappa,” Joline joked. “Not at first, at least.”

“Great,” he replied. “Is that what I have to look forward to, then?”

Joline sat in the rocking chair, opened the flap of her shirt and put Maggie to her breast. “Not if we do things right,” she said lightly, airily, as she toyed with a wayward lock of the baby’s hair. “Not if we don’t spoil her.”

Ansgar knelt down in front of her, his hand rest on Joline’s knee, his other hand caressing the crown of Maggie’s head. “Oh, I intend to spoil her,” he said. “But I won’t allow her to become a little hellion. She’ll get the things she needs, but the things she wants, she’ll have to work for.”

Joline hummed in agreement.

“I mean, I’ll buy her a car when she’s old enough, and it’ll be one that’s nice and one that’s safe, but it’ll be perhaps a Toyota or a VW. If she wants something more luxurious or with more prestige, she’ll have to get a job and work for it.” He chuckled. “I may be a wealthy man but I’m still Viktor Martinsson’s son, damn it. If there’s one thing Viktor taught us, it’s the value of hard work.”

“Same with my dad,” she smiled. “And I know we’ve talked about this before, but I’m glad to hear that.”

“Why? Were you ever worried about that?” Ansgar lowered himself to sit on the floor, his head rest against Joline’s knee.

“Sort of,” she shrugged and curled the fingers of her free hand into his bed-mussed hair. “I just know how you enjoy the finer things, and how you like to... well....” She bobbled her head and rolled her eyes, her lips in a tight smile.

“Throw my money around?”

“Your weight. You throw your weight around.” Joline corrected. “You know what you want and you know you have the power to get it. Not that you ever act spoilt or anything because you don’t. Maybe a bit brutal and demanding from time to time but righteously so, but.... oh, here, take her for a sec. I need to switch sides.”

After a few minutes of shifting, covering, uncovering, and situating Maggie back in her arms, and in response to Ansgar’s “But what?” Joline continued. “But we just have to be cognizant of the fact that Maggie will learn by example, that’s all. She’ll watch you especially.”

Ansgar stood and nodded. “I get it. It’s a Herculean responsibility, raising her right,” he replied. “I want her to learn how to assert and defend herself, how to not be a doormat. However,” he lifted a finger, stopping the words on the tip of Joline’s tongue. “However, she shouldn’t be vain or boorish or selfish about things. That’s a bit of a fine line, I know. But, between the two of us, I’m sure we can make that happen. We can make anything happen, you and I.”

Joline smiled and shifted her gaze to Maggie’s fluttering, sleepy eyes. “We made her happen.”

“That we did, darling. That we did.”

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