A/N: Ida goes to Adam’s to work on his music project, and finds the visit is nothing like she expected.
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Chapter 2: A cappella
Ida stepped out of Ian’s car cautiously, thanking him for the ride and looking at the house in front of her. It looked like it was straight from a bad gothic novel, all gloomy and alone. Even the lonely streetlight was dark; probably the bulb in it had gone since the house in front of her still had lights on. There was nothing else around there, just darkness and chilly air, so she shrugged and walked to the door. At least I wasn’t blindfolded for the drive, she thought, both amused and perplexed by Adam’s secretiveness. He wouldn’t let her come on her own, instead he insisted that Ian drive her there. All just so that he wouldn’t have to give out his address? How paranoid. He was a true eccentric, clearly. Not like anyone was really that keen to know where the mysterious musician lived, surely. People had a life to live and all, no one was that focused on him or his identity, no matter how good his music was…
Tom Hiddleston • as himself • Professor Hiddleston • Magnus Martinsson • Loki • Adam • Prince Hal/Henry V • Bill Hazeldine Others • Thor
all new fic directory! hopefully clearer and nicer to use. :)
A/N: Magnus makes you be late for a party you’re both attending… But you don’t really mind. ;)
Explicit sexual content and language.
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"Mmm… You smell intoxicating, darling."
"Shut it, Martinsson, we’re going to be late," you muttered at your boyfriend, leaning closer to the mirror on your bedroom wall as you fastened your earrings and trying your best to ignore him. His hands were stubborn, never leaving your hips, and his mouth found your skin, kissing your favourite spot on your neck.
"Mags…" you sighed, feeling your body relax in his arms even though your head told you you couldn’t. There wasn’t time, you had to go to the party… In less than twenty minutes… But his lips felt so good. Too good…
A/N: Just a bit of Magnus fluff for anyone suffering from a bad day.
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"You should’ve let me drive. At least I don’t get lost."
"We’re not lost, just a bit… Astray."
"Mmmm, sure. Where are we going, anyway?"
A/N: Right, here we go! A new fic, and a multi-chapter no less. Ooh, scary. Well, let’s see how it goes… This is my first attempt at writing Adam, so be kind. :)
Adam, a 400-year-old vampire and Ida, a 20-something human (or “zombie”) end up working together on his music project. The two notice they share more than just music, and step by step get to know each other better. But how well?
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Chapter 1: Prelude
"Come on Adam, you never go out!" Ian’s voice came as if from a distance to Adam. It was a noise he couldn’t really escape, but he didn’t care much for it, either. It was a like a bird’s song in the morning, unimportant, sometimes annoying and sometimes pleasant. Right now? Just a background noise. And annoying.
"I do go out," Adam muttered, focused on his fingers that fiddled with the guitar, getting it in tune. "Just not when you’re here."
A/N: You and your partner/boyfriend from Ystad Polis, Detective Magnus Martinsson, are working on an arrest. Something goes horribly wrong, however, and the consequences change everything. How will you get over it - or will you?
Trigger warning for mentions of blood and shooting.
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I have never liked hospitals. I tolerate them, because they are a part of my job, but I don’t like them. I don’t like the smell of anti-disinfectants, or the pale walls, or the doctors in their white coats and the patients huddled pathetically in their seats or beds, or the families visiting and looking so remorseful and disgustingly full of love, even though they might have been arguing about the kid’s new boyfriend or threatening each other with god knows what or writing divorce papers just yesterday. But oh no, once you’re in the hospital you’re a saint and everyone loves you, because you, poor thing, are not well.
I hate it, I hate the pity in everyone’s eyes, I hate how quiet everyone speaks. As if everyone there was dying, when actually most people walk out of there on their own feet fairly soon. I hate the hushed voices, the quiet footsteps, and the stupid daytime TV in the background of everything, like it was some all-seeing eye, prying on every little thing happening there.
Most of all I hate it when someone is in the hospital because of me.
A/N: Lo and behold, she writes! Yes, I know I said I probably won’t be writing anything for a while and I feel weird about RPF and what even, but you know what? Fuck that, because I was hit with inspiration for this piece and it wouldn’t leave me. So I present you with some (late) Valentine’s Day smut.
Tom Hiddleston/reader. Explicit sexual content and language.
Tom Hiddleston asks you to be his Valentine. What follows is much more than a box of chocolate or bouquet of flowers…
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"I know you’re not too keen on all this Valentine’s Day business…" Tom’s voice purred in your ear, "…but would you be my Valentine?"
A/N: Finally filled this prompt! A bit different from what I intended, but here it is. Thank you to the anon who sent it, I hope you like this! :)
Quite a few occasions of cursing in this one, for some reason. No warnings, explicit sexual content and language.
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It all started so simply. You and Tom had been forced to spend the weekend away from each other, from Friday all the way to Monday evening, as he would be taking part in a conference out of town, and you were stuck there, trying your best to finish the essay you had to write by midnight on Sunday.
Well, it wasn’t as simple as you had thought it would be, anyway.
A/N: My first Loki fic in ages!
Loki has taken you to his home, to Asgard, and is now, after two weeks, going to show you a new side of himself…
[AU, where Loki is the King of Asgard.]
Explicit sexual content and language, no warnings.
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"Now that you’re finally here, with me, I need you to understand something…" Loki said, his voice dropping into a whisper as he leaned closer to you, lips by your ear.
"You are mine. Mine alone. And I shall have you as I please… My servants will make sure you are bathed and presentable. Be ready at sundown.”
The instructions had come in a clipped tone, with an even voice and no hint of emotion whatsoever - other than the yearning you knew was boiling right under the surface of his skin. You had been in Asgard for about two weeks now, you weren’t even exactly sure of the time yourself anymore, for the days and nights seemed to blend into a mixture of passion and wonder, as you explored the kingdom and castle, and Loki explored your body and soul.
A/N: At least this one more drabble! :D
It is three weeks until you and Magnus are to be married, but one morning you get a big surprise that will change your lives… No warnings.
[Also, I’m going away for the weekend so consider this little thing something to hopefully make up for my absence. See you on Sunday! <3]
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It was three weeks until your wedding, until Magnus would be officially yours and you’d be his. Three weeks, and all the preparations and stress and worries would be over, and you could just enjoy married life with your husband. In other words, you could go back to normal life, meaning work, takeout meals and regular sex.
Or so you had thought.
Then came that morning, the morning you woke up with a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach. It was more of an emotional than a physical thing, you knew that. Something wasn’t right. For a while you didn’t know what it was, and had time to turn around, kiss Magnus’s cheek and play with the curls at the nape of his neck… Then it hit you.