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liminalpebble · 8 months

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An imagine to distract you while you're travel-stranded:

Imagine Magnus & Reader are away on an undercover mission and he finds a lil vibe in her suitcase 👀

Hi, my dear @muddyorbs!

And thank you for this prompt. It definitely kept my mind active during travel stranding and beyond. I kind of had it in my head that our OFC would be a bit of a Lisbeth Salander type and they would be at each other's throats until...well...you know. Hope you enjoy!

Magnus Martinsson fanfic, Magnus Martinsson x OFC, smut!, one shot, enemies to lovers (well...fuckers?), hostile but very consensual fucking, Minors DNI

Word count: about 3000 (sorry...bit of a honker. Worth it. I promise).

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Bullets

Mara rolled her black-lined eyes when the call from Wallander came in. “Mara, are you still freelancing? We really need a tech wizard on this one.”

“Cute euphemism, Kurt...points for flattery. You need a hacker who will do the dirty work so your little lapdog techie can keep his hands clean while micromanaging me.”

Wallander sighed, and quipped sarcastically, “Why, yes, Mara, I'm doing very well, thanks. How are you today? Still your charming self, I see. By the way, you're on speaker. ” He looked across the conference table to where Martinsson (said lapdog techie) was glaring at his superior for putting him in this situation yet again.

Mara's eyes scanned around her tiny apartment full of computer equipment and old band tee shirts piled in an ever-increasing mound of black cotton. In her own mind, she'd named it Mount Doom. “Oh you know, Kurt, living that rich girl high life,” she replied in a prickly tone, toking on the remains of a joint from the night before. “And whose fault is it that I'm on speaker, hm? Really. You should know better by now.” She blew smoke out in a resigned exhale, “Alright Wallander, tell that minion of yours I'm in. I'm sure he'll be delighted.”

Kurt raised his voice. “His name is Magnus, or Detective Martinsson and I'd appreciate it if you stop calling him 'lapdog' or 'minion' especially to his face as you seem rather fond of doing...”

“Alright Kurt, see you tomorrow,” she said interrupting his lecture to end the conversation.

“Charming,” Magnus groaned.

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“The same room?” Mara said, with an air of annoyance, hauling her bags up the hill to the rundown Motorlodge.

Martinsson sighed and said with an edge of frustration, “Yes Mara, the same room. We can't work together from different rooms.”

“Don't talk to me like I'm an idiot, minion! I know that, but I thought that at least when we're taking shifts we'd have our own space to rest. It could be days! It would have been nice if the police department had sprung at least for adjoining rooms. I'd even tolerate sharing a bathroom with you if...”

Magnus stopped in his tracks, putting a hand up so she nearly stumbled directly into him. “Can you please, please not do this? I'm just here to do my job, just like you are. Can we try not to be at each other's throats?” As he said it she couldn't help looking at his throat, that pretty pale neck and sharp jawline she'd love to suck on and bite and make him moan while...

“Mara!” he barked, snapping her out of her lurid daydream.

“Okay...fucking hell. Okay,” she said, shouldering past him to enter the little 70's time capsule of a room. He fortified himself with a deep breath, stepping into her wake.

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“Well,” she said, between sips from the paper cup, “At least the Bates Motel has a pretty decent coffee machine.”

They both laughed and smiled to each other, faces bathed in the blue glow of computer screens; a rare truce. They had set up efficiently, both very good at their jobs and surprisingly good at working together despite the personality clashes.

“See?”

“See what?” Mara asked, sitting forward to scan the screen.

Magnus put a finger on her chin to turn her face towards him instead. “See how nice it can be when we actually just have a pleasant cup of coffee together and work?”, he elaborated. It was adorable, she had to admit...those big innocent blue eyes and golden curls making him look like a particularly naïve, hopeful and, possibly stupid, angel. But from his work and credentials, she knew he was far from idiotic; just sweet, gullible, optimistic. And as he was staring at her with that sweet dumb incredibly handsome face, it just made her inexplicably angry, like his kindness was some kind of trick.

She shrugged, and took a sip to avoid looking at him, then stated, “Their hard drives will take hours to clone. It's a waiting game for now.” She yawned and cracked her knuckles, stretching up from the uncomfortable chair to flop onto the tacky paisley comforter. A sliver of orange glow from the setting sun slid between the heavy curtains, illuminating her body, and Magnus couldn't help but notice that like that, in this wash of golden hour light, she really was very pretty. Yet, for some inexplicable reason Mara seemed almost determined not to be, with her prickly personality and tent-like clothes hiding her rather nice curves. What a shame he thought.

Magnus took the opportunity to move too, rising to his feet and stretching his long arms over his head. Mara peeked at him with one surreptitiously open eye to drink in the sharp dips and muscle of his lower belly and hips as his shirt raised, ever so slightly, to show skin. Why does he have to have the body of a fucking Greek god? Jesus Christ. Eyes wondering south, hoping to catch a glimpse of the rather generous outline in his pants, she saw where his service revolver was strapped to him in a shocking interruption of black metal and leather. It didn't suit such a soft, posh, pretty boy to be toting around a gun like some cowboy. Having come from a wealthy suburb, Martinsson could never understand the grip of fear firearms held on poor neighborhoods like hers. She didn't like guns, and she didn't like the criminals or the cops who didn't seem to mind using them liberally in her childhood neighborhood while everyone else was caught in the crossfire.

“Do you have to wear that thing?” Mara asked, gesturing to the holster. “It's only me. I'm like a foot shorter than you and you could probably kill me with your bare hands if you wanted. Are there bullets in it now?”

Magnus turned to her, eyes soft and considerate. “Well, yes. It's part of the job. We have to wear them at all times on the clock and they have to be loaded. And it's not you I'm afraid of, Mara,” he said, sitting beside her on the bed, looking at his hands. “It's you I need to be ready to protect if things go south.”

Mara turned to perch on her elbow and look up at him, genuinely swooning for a second before she recovered hastily, coating it with sarcasm. “Awww...my hero. This is why they call you The Prince Charming of Ystad? And I know damn well you're afraid of me.”

“Not afraid...annoyed. Are you allergic to having a single genuine moment of humanity between us? What have I ever done to you?” he huffed sounding wounded, and standing up again to pace.

She groaned, standing up to face him, admitting to herself that she had been especially hard on him, and she couldn't even be entirely sure why (or at least, she wouldn't admit why, not even to herself). “Look, Magnus, I'm sorry, really.”

“Really?” he said cautiously, distrustful and surprised.

“Yeah..yeah, really. I've been such a bitch to you.”

As Magnus spotted the unprecedented chink in her armor, it set off the explosion of a tirade. It finally released itself from his mouth after brewing for months and he was powerless to stop it. “Listen. I don't know why you're like this, Mara, really I don't. I haven't done a bloody thing to deserve this, neither has Kurt.”

Mara felt a little fizzle of fear at the mounting growl in his voice, and she felt a little ashamed, but also aroused. It was deeply confusing.

“I wasn't socialized enough as a puppy. Why the fuck do you think, pretty boy? You're cops. I don't like cops. I don't like what you stand for...your mindless conformity...”

Magnus' voice rose, “Did it occur to you that some of them, Kurt and I for example, chose this life to protect people? Because we care about people, even people like you who hate us. And I'm not saying you don't have a good reason to hate the police, but you don't have to hate us. We're on your bloody side. And...and you think you're so clever and rebellious with your bitch act and your black hair dye....and and...your edgy jewelry,” he continued, reaching down to her open bag where there was an unusual silver necklace, with a heavy bullet for a pendant. He lifted it saying, “Oh so you don't like guns and bullets, but you'll wear them to look oh so cool and fashionable? What a fucking hypocrite...”

Mara was thunderstruck (and frankly excited) by his anger but the end of his little speech made her want to laugh hysterically. He had no idea that what he was holding was a state-of-the-art vibrator, beautifully designed to multitask as a piece of jewelry styled after an actual bullet. She thwarted her chuckle to say simply, “Please put that back. It was expensive.”

Magnus blinked in confusion, as if slapped by her unexpected response. As he moved to put it back, one of his long fingers fumbled around it, accidentally pressing a hidden button. As he dropped it back on top of her bag of toiletries, it began to buzz. The detective narrowed his eyes, mouth agape as the gears turned in his lovely head. “Is...is your necklace...vibrating. Holy shit...is that a...”. His broad Cheshire cat smile unfurled across his face, as he began to chuckled in long breathy laughs.

Now it was her turn to be angry...not to mention mortified. She darted her hand out to switch it off, crossed her arms, and stormed to the other side of the room. “Oh this is rich,” he purred out in his deep delicious voice. “Why did you bring that? And when on earth did you expect to have the time and privacy to use it?”

She yelled, “That's none of your business! And I thought we'd have separate rooms.”

He moved closer, now standing directly in front of her. She felt that looking into his bright eyes might sear her like a laser, so she settled for looking forward at his chest. Then his long soft fingers, tucked themselves under her chin, raising her eyes to his, as he asked in a deep intimidating voice, “Mara, why did you really bring that with you?”

Fuck. She could see why he was so good at interrogations. This is the kind of man it was no use lying to. She sputtered, “Be...because I know it might be a few days and...”

“And?” he prompted, taking a step closer.

She fumbled nervously, “And...and...because I knew I'd be trapped with you strutting around with your perfect fucking body and your pretty fucking face and your sweet fucking disposition, and I'd have to take care of myself if I wanted to think straight...okay?”

His smile dropped even as the heat of excitement coursed through his body. Magnus could see she was flustered, defenses down, nearly to the point of tears. Finally it occurred to him; so this is why she was so mean, so prickly and defensive towards him... because she liked him so much. She was harboring a hopeless school girl crush and assumed all of his kindness towards her...his goodness...was some kind of joke to mock her. She ignored the reality that he paid attention to her because he liked her too. She excited and intrigued him, but that all turned to bitter frustration that she would never let him near her. He just kept encountering all that barbed wire around her and finally quit trying to breach it...until now.

“Mara,” he said her name reverently like a prayer, in a low gentle whisper, full of empathy and kindness. He moved his hand from where it still was propped under her chin, to cradle her face. Neither of them could say who moved first as they crashed together, but before they knew it they were latched onto each other's hot mouths, kissing, licking, biting, barely able to breathe and neither of them minded.

He moved to her neck, sucking it hungrily then growled into her ear, “You think that little gadget could hold a fucking candle to me?”. She moaned in response, sliding her shaking fingers to begin unbuttoning his shirt while he worked at his pants and his holster. He was peeled out in moments, looking absolutely mouthwatering in nothing but his underwear. Mara tore her shirt and bra off over her head, then pressed the swell of her breasts against his firm torso, while her lips rejoined his. Her leg swung around his waist as she licked up his throat, bit his earlobe playfully and said, “Pull my hair. Call me a bitch again...”

He was panting as he said, “I...didn't call you a bitch...I said it was a 'bitch act'...”.

She gathered his curls between her fingers and tugged while she bit at his lovely throat, drawing a nearly-pornographic moan from the young cop. “I said, call me a bitch, you pedant.”

It was adorable, how he struggled to get the word out. He was the type of well-bred man who had trouble calling a woman anything other than “Miss”, which made it even hotter when his eyes darkened and his mouth twisted as he growled out, “You delicious bitch” and wrapped his big hand around her ponytail, yanking sharply. She was grinding against he thick erection, teasing him, desperate for him, until he stopped her with a bruising grip on her hips and met her eyes. “You called me a lapdog, huh? Well, there's only one lap I'm interested in being in,” he said in a velvety purr as he tugged her pants and panties off of her, pushing her onto the bed completely naked, as he snaked between her legs, biting and sucking ravenously at the soft flesh of her inner thighs, breath ghosting against her soaked pussy. She wove her fingers into his hair with surprising gentleness as she sighed and writhed while he kissed his way up.

When he licked the first firm line up her slit she arched her back and gasped out, “Holy fuck,” while he chuckled against her skin and she could feel his smile.

“Mmmm...you're even more delicious than I imagined,” he confessed, and the idea of him jacking off, thinking about this only aroused her more.

He began to suck delicately on her clit and swirl his tongue, bringing her close to the brink in mere moments. She lifted his head gently and said, “Wait...wait.”

His big, bright eyes met hers, solicitous and concerned as he panted out, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah...yeah amazing,” she said, smiling, “I just want to come on your cock. I want to feel you inside.”

“Shut up and fuck me you cocky little shit,” she barked out playfully, making them both smile. “Prove to me that that little trinket will never satisfy me again, detective.”

“Oh darling...” he purred as he crawled farther up the bed to kiss her, sharing her own taste with her. He stood up for a moment to slide his boxers off, revealing his cock (which was just as gorgeous as the rest of him), stroking it lightly in one big hand.

“Jesus Christ,” she gasped when she saw it, big and flushed with a tantalizing drip of precum. She crawled over to him and taking it into her mouth hastily, dying to savor it. He groaned in ecstatic surprise at the feeling of her hot mouth around him, her clever tongue caressing the hard length. He combed his hand through her hair, chuckling softly, teasing, “eager, are we darling?”

He pinned her on her back, caging her between his strong arms, “Cocky, yes....little...well, my dear, I think we both know that's just a bit inaccurate.” His tone changed as he settled between her legs, and his hand stroked her cheek gently. He asked, “You're okay? This is okay?”

“Yes...please...just go in slowly?”

He nodded.

Magnus eased in gently, as they both gasped at the decadent feeling of his cock inside her slick, warm walls, adjusting to each other. “Mmmm. God...yes,” she purred, stroking his sharp cheekbone with her soft little hand. Meeting his eyes she said, “Magnus?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Now, please, fuck me like a whore.”

It rough and relentless as Magnus drove into her again and again while her legs clamped tight around him, calves bouncing on the muscular curve of his ass as he moved. The wave of both of their orgasms crashed quickly and simultaneously as they rode it out, making a mess of the old duvet, and collapsing naked against each other, spent and smiling. Mara massaged Mangus' head as he rested it against her breasts. He trailed little pecks along the soft skin, sighing contentedly. She peeked over his lovely golden fleece to see where the blue-glowing monitors were still reporting their downloads in progress with lots of time to go. Idly she said, “Looks like this is going to take longer than we thought.”

“Oh no, whatever shall we do in the meantime,” Magnus chimed in from where he had begun lapping his tongue over her tits, as they both laughed in an all encompassing high of relief.

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villainousshakespeare · 3 years

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UPDATED MASTER LIST!

https://villainousshakespeare.tumblr.com/masterlist

Also find all works on AO3

#Master list #ao3 masterlist #Loki #tom hiddleston #robert laing #sir thomas sharpe #jonathan pine #jack linden #James Conrad #Magnus Martinsson #Henry V #Prince Hal #fan fiction #Fic #fan fic

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just-the-hiddles · 5 years

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Just The Hiddles Fic Masterlist

It’s slightly less long but I am still sorry!

TOM HIDDLESTON

*Tom Hiddleston One Shot Masterlist

*Tom Hiddleston Series Masterlist

LUKE WINDSOR

Day After The Rain- Luke has to deal with the aftermath of Tom’s “heroic efforts”. This is why Luke keeps a solicitor’s number on speed-dial. For the day he kills Tom. Hilarity ensues as Luke untangles the mess. Based off of @redfoxwritesstuff The Things You Find (in the Rain) series.

Shouldn’t- Tom went over to Emma’s to celebrate her birthday. One thing led to another and now the two of them are splashed across the gossip columns. Luke must now untangle the mess but not before giving Tom an earful. Companion fic to my series Should.

You Did What?!- Evelyn Hiddleston, Tom's daughter asks Luke to tell her a story. Luke tells her the story of the day she was born. Hilarity ensues. Follow up to Unexpected Delivery

CELEBRATION MASTERLISTS | MULTIPLE CHARACTERS

*600 Followers Drabble Request Masterlist

Tri-Drabble Writing Cup Masterlist

*Smut-a-Rama June 2020 Masterlist

Twelve Days of Hiddlesmas Masterlist

LOKI (MCU)

*Loki One Shot Master List

Series

A Midgardian Christmas Masterlist | Loki x Reader

This Loki’s first Christmas on Midgard. You decide to show Loki all that a Midgardian Christmas has to offer. Things don’t seem to go as planned and you are having a harder and harder time keeping your burgeoning crush for Loki hidden.

Destiny Has Other Plans Masterlist | Loki x OFC COMPLETE

When Loki goes to ask his father for permission to marry, he is shocked to discover his destiny has already been made for him. He is already betrothed to Sjofn, the daughter of the King of Vanaheim. An arranged marriage to bring the two kingdoms closer together and strengthen the bond. Never mind that Sjofn and Loki can’t stand each other.

After The Battle of New York, Loki is sent to live at Avengers Tower as punishment for his misdeeds. But it doesn’t mean he has to like it. A year later, he has adjusted to life on Midgard but has avoided any romantic or emotional entanglements, still bitter over his lost love. Dr. Alexis Randall is skilled at helping others fix their relationships as a couple therapist, but can’t help her own love life. A chance encounter with Loki in a dive bar has life altering consequences for both of them. Now, Alexis and Loki must figure out a way to co-habit without killing each other in the process, plus navigating impending parenthood and other roadblocks along the way.

Silken Sails | Loki x OFC, Steve Rogers x OFC, Clint Barton x OFC Masterlist (Charlotte Liddell) ON HOLD INDEFINITELY

Summary: Charlotte Liddell dreams of a life of adventure on the high seas. She sets sail for the Caribbean which ends up entangling her with the hunt for the lost Spanish ship Viuda Negra and untold Spanish treasures. Along the way, she crosses paths with British Navy Officer Steve Rogers and famed French pirate Loki Laufeyson. Will she keep her wits about her?

ADAM AND CHARLIE | ONLY LOVERS LEFT ALIVE

Adam and Charlie Masterlist | All Stories

Charlie can’t believe her luck when she lands an apartment all to herself in Quincy, Massachusetts in a decaying triple decker. But life gets more complicated when someone moves into the basement. Specifically her landlord, Adam, who also happens to be a vampire. As life collapses around Charlie, these two forge an uneasy and unlikely relationship. But is their relationship as doomed as the building they live in?

Other Tom Characters

*Other Tom Characters Masterlist

OTHER MARVEL CHARACTERS (BUCKY, STEVE, STEPHEN STRANGE)

Trivia Night | Stephen Strange x Reader

Stephen can’t pass up music trivia night at a local dive bar. But what should have been a landslide win is a bitter battle. Has Stephen met his match in more ways than one?

Dancing With Myself | Stephen Strange x Reader

Stephen goes out with Wong for some groceries and comes back to find his cloak and the reader up to some shenanigans.

We’ve Been Had | Stephen Strange x Reader

Wong and the Cloak decide to make a match of the two of you.

*Milk Dud | Bucky Barnes x Reader

You and Bucky settle down for a movie night and Steve is an unwanted tag along.

Netflix and Panic | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Bucky has a crush on you and invites you over to watch some Netflix. Panic ensues as Bucky hides a secret.

*Drink Me | Steve Rogers x Reader

You are running late for Valentines with Steve at your place. You have just started dating and hoping to the relationship to the next level but will a critical mistake by Steve ruin the whole evening.

*Oh Captain | Steve Rogers x Reader

You are secretly dating Captain America. One day you sneak Steve into your parents’ house for a little smutty interlude, when your mother rudely interrupts.

*Somnophilia | Steve Rogers x Reader

Steve hears you moaning in your sleep and takes matters into his own hands.

OTHER CELEBRITIES (CHRIS EVANS)

*Come On Over Baby | Chris Evans x Reader

You invite your good friend Chris over to watch the game. One too many beers and the truth comes out.

*Are You Jealous? | Chris Evans x Reader

You spot Chris’s old co-star, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, at a party. Chris introduces the two of you but the attention you lavish on Jeffrey does not go unignored by Chris.

*Kitchen Sex | Chris Evans x Reader

At a summer BBQ, Chris gets a little frisky in the kitchen.

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toozmanykids · 4 years

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Am I allowed to do a Six Sentence Sunday on Friday??? Last week's that @myoxisbroken started got me so pumped up and inspired, and I'm so excited anticipating all these exciting works in progress that y'all teased us with!

Last week @just-the-hiddles had teased us with an OFC struggling to get the attention of our lovely Magnus Martinsson who was far too engrossed in his work to take notice of her efforts.

I have an idea! In fact my OFC may just steal your Magnus right from under your nose my dear @just-the-hiddles . You see, all of the "Sex Pollen" fics y'all have been churning out recently has gotten me fit to be tied! Holy fuck! Especially the one @frostbitten-written wrote. Blame it on the Pollen. OMG! I think that was the hottest "Sex Pollen" story I've ever read! And I have read a LOT these past two years.

So I couldn't resist getting distracted from what was supposed to be working on, and started a "Sex Pollen" fic of my own. I haven't named the OFC yet, but she encounters s beautiful Magnus Martinsson on her commute home one Friday evening. Here are my seven sentences from this WIP.

The moment she sat down, the vibrations of the train immediately caught the attention of her newly awakened inner slut. She slid her ass over a few inches to center her cunt directly on the hard metal hump that divided up the seats and purred from the heavenly stimulation. Subtly adjusting the pressure point with minute angle changes in her posture created the most pleasant feeling of warmth that began to extend up into her chest.

A whimper slipped out with each jolt that broke the gentle rumbling rhythm. A sneaky smile slipped onto her lips, yet she remained unaware of her expression, only focused inward, eyelids drooping closed, and anxiously waiting for the next flaw in the track.

She had completely forgotten about the few people still occupying this train car, including that devastating Mr. Angel-face who had a Masters Degree in Observation. His gaze hadn't left her since she sat down.

What do you think??

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By the way, last week's Six Sentence Sunday gave excerpts of WIPs by some great authors who you will want to keep an eye on. I didn't get a chance to comment earlier, so I will now. And I beg you all to tag me!!! Please! Just add me to your whole enchilada tag list if your lists are still open?

@myoxisbroken teased her fic with a gif of Pine holding Jeb with a knife to her neck. Holy shit! Any fic inspired by that has got to be exciting! I can't wait to read your Jonathan Pine!!

@caffiend-queen teased us with the most evil gif of Chris Evans in a bright purple shirt that someone must have just painted onto him. I don't know what the hell he's actually doing in that gif, but the gif alone does freaky things to my... But the point of her participation was to tease the next chapter of It'll Be Good For You. This is a DELICIOUS entry in the "My Landlord is a Vampire" Challenge. SQUEAL!

@imanuglywombat teased us with delicious seductive thoughts for her Alpha/Omega WIP. *grrrrowl..... My interest is so piqued to read one with Danvers involved. Oh yes. *Wicked thirsty smile.

*SCREAMING WITH EXCITEMENT!!! Another chapter of Bottom of the Hourglass was in the works last Sunday by @nildespirandum . She teased us with six sentences of our brooding musical creature of the night getting swept away with his music. Good god, the images she conjured up in my mind left me mesmerized as well.*swoon.

@rauko-art is working on an Inuyasha fanfic with Sessoumaru!!! My kids and I just recently discovered Inuyasha this summer. It is a really fun anime set in medieval Japan filled to the brim with mythological gods and demons. The possibilities are endless. The show is so rich in story with beautifully developed characters. I highly recommend it for everyone. I CAN'T WAIT TO READ @rauko-art 's fan fic!!!

@mermaidxatxheart 's tease for her WIP hooks me immediately with one my biggest kink. The character wakes up thinking something is "integrally wrong." *SQUEAL!!! Blackouts or amnesia or losing time are a huge guilty pleasure of mine. I have no idea where this is going, but I definitely need to hop on for this ride! Please?

(Psst....Throw in gaslighting and a little bondage or trapped to go with that amnesia and you'll put me into a trance from being so turned on. I just wanted to put that out there on case anyone was looking for ideas. *Wink)

@pagesoflauren 's teaser has me bouncing in my seat needing to dive into this fic!! OH WOW!! I need to I find a link to this!! Please please tag me! Are you up on AO3?

@threeminutesoflife used a gorgeous gif from Knives Out (2019) of Ransom all stabby with the knives sculture in the background. Omg, the gif alone has me so on the edge of my seat! I can't wait to read this fic!

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screw-real-life-i-pick-fandoms · 5 years

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Alright, I know this is probably a bad idea, but I am gonna do it anyway! This week I plan on starting a new series, (Despite my better judgment, knowing I am already doing to many fics at once)! It’s going to be a Magnus Martinsson x Reader and I am very excited about it! I know that the Wallander fandom is growing smaller every day, but maybe this can help save it, in some small way? If you don’t know who Magnus is and you have access to Netflix and love BBC detective shows, take a day and watch Wallander. Magnus is only in six of the twelve episodes but I implore you to watch all of it, it’s a really great show! I hope this new fic series will either 1. bring more Wallander fans out of the woodwork or 2. Get some new people into the fandom! So, keep your eyes out for it! Love you all!

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader #wallander #magnus martinsson #magnus martinsson x reader #more love for magnus #new fic

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writernotwaiting · 7 years

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top 5/bottom 5 meme

Rules: tag the person who tagged you, post the rules, answer the questions, and add the date.

Tagged by my awesome friend @incredifishface – smooch!

What are your five most popular fics?

1. going purely by kudos on Ao3, #1 hands down is Barista-Meet-Cute-I-Hate/Love-You-But-Our-Friends-Are-Dating-And-There’s-Alcohol-Involved (because, of course there’s alcohol involved) with 101 kudos. It’s a Thorki and a very silly homage to fan fiction that tries to insert as many fan fiction tropes and cliches into a single story as I could possible manage.

The next four on the list don’t even compare in terms of popularity. 2. With 55 kudos is Fallen Angels, a WIP Loki/Sigyn pre-and-post-apocalyptic AU MCU/Norse mythology mash-up. 3. With 46 kudos is What’s Past Is Prologue, a post-TDW Loki/Ofc fic–I have a bit of a soft spot for this one, as it combines MCU Loki with a bit of magical realism and Nordic lore/history. 4. With 41 kudos is The Night Watchman, OLLA Adam/OFC, this one is a lark of a Halloween one shot (NSFW) that started with the prompt, “I can’t say I’m that excited, no.” 5. With 37 kudos is What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve?, a smutty one shot with Loki/OFC, written as a a gift for @amatasera. Loki decides a bit of snow will make the OFC’s shift at the snow plow a little more interesting.

What are your five least popular works?

5. With 15 kudos (though 78 Tumblr notes), Memento mori — Memoria vitae (A Remembrance of Death – A Reminder of Life)– a Loki/Natasha fic I think a bit a of sweet NSFW one-shot, though pretty shamelessly PWP. 4. With 12 kudos, Playing It Safe (82 Tumblr notes), part 3 of a three-part Oakley/OFC, spoilers, this is the break up fic. 3. With 11 kudos, Whose Rules? (100 Tumblr notes), part 2 of the three-part Oakley/OFC fic–I wrote this for a Sunday Smut Spotlight call for angry sex, nd I think it’s pretty hot, if I say so myself. 2. With 10 kudos, Harvesting Words (59 Tumblr notes), which is a G-rated fic based on a Tom Gault cartoon (with the artist’s permission). It’s whimsical and kind of hard to describe, but also one of my favorite shorts. 1. My least popular fic, coming in at all of 5 kudos (78 Tumblr notes), is @pedeka‘s favorite Farewell, Scarlet Dahlia–it uses Magnus Martinsson and an OFC to parody noir detective fiction in an eventually NSFW way. I think it’s hilarious, but then I’m pretty easily amused.

Are You Surprised? Why? Not really, as I said above, I’m not that prolific and most of my pairings are kind of fringe-y–I think I am Queen of the Rare Pair– except for the Thorki. So I don’t expect a huge following.

Optional: If you want to calculate the, what are your works’ average number of notes? On Tumblr? I guess the oldoer ones hover around 60-70? The newer chapters to Fallen Angels have been getting around 40, I think.

Today’s Date: August 6, 2017 (ok technically the 7th, but it’s still Saturday, as far as I’m concerned bcI haven;t gone to bed yet.)

Tag 6 people: hmmmm … @larouau12 @ache-and-hunger @freudensteins-monster @darklittlestories @missviolethunter @missdibley

#writers meme #tag game #that all looks kind of pathetic actually

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Sex and Death: Chapter 2, The Longest Night

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Chapter 2: The Longest Night

The traffic lights painted a neon glow over the snowfall, slush, and fog. The colors screamed against the contrasting backdrop of one of the darkest and longest nights of the year. The rhythmic swish of the windshield wipers and the comforting heat (which Magnus had thoughtfully cranked up for her) were lulling Noura into a light hazy sleep.

He would steal little glances at her at stop lights, noticing how the neon colors reflected off of her shiny black hair like the surface of a still lake. When her long dark lashes fluttered he wondered if she dreamed of something and somewhere better...or, more likely, the monsters followed her into her subconscious, the way they did to him (to most cops, really). Once they rolled to the final intersection, Magnus jostled her gently, reluctant to disturb her rest.

She opened her eyes to the beaming smile and sweet deep voice saying, “Sorry darling, which way?”

“Uh...left here...third one down is the parking lot for my building...pull in here. Sorry to doze off.”

He chuckled as she yawned. “It's fine. I know you're tired.”

As they exited the car he took an overnight bag from the trunk, then saw her eye it curiously.

“Oh...right...it's a police thing. We always have overnight bags ready to go.”

“That's convenient,” she said, smirking.

Noura lived in a large apartment block, on the shabby side, and felt a little jolt of embarrassment to realize that he would see how she lived. They tapped through the lobby's sprawl of 70's Formica only to be met with a sign saying that the elevator was out.

She rolled her eyes. “Fuck...again...stairs it is then. 4th floor,” she said leading the way up the badly lit concrete staircase. She expected to look back and see him grimacing or hear complaints, but he only met her with that perfectly charming unbearable smile. Like a golden retriever, he was just happy and excited to be a part of things and was ridiculously cute about it.

“Here were are,” she said with a huff, unlocking and shouldering the door open for him. It was a simple studio apartment, with one main room dominated by a bed, a desk and a couple very full bookshelves. Magnus thought it tidy but colorful and eclectic. After so many visits to blank, sleek, expensive Swedish homes, this was a breath of fresh air. She had made use of every available centimeter of space, it seemed, filled it with life. The air held the scent of pleasant incense or candles. Interesting, slightly macabre art hung on the walls. The only drawback was that with his height and long limbs, it felt a bit claustrophobic.

He smiled to her with his hands in his pockets as she hung up their coats. “Cozy!” he said, and bless him, he meant it.

“I'm sorry,” she said with a grimace, “I know it's a bit tiny and depressing.” She gestured for him to take a seat on the small bed which doubled as a sofa, then started making coffee.

“No! It's nice, really! My place isn't tidy or cozy like this. It's just a place where I eat, sleep and drop my stuff off in piles between shifts...oh and the address for food delivery...very important. Speaking of which, I am immensely talented at ordering food instead of cooking. Would you like me to order a pizza or something?”

Noura was buzzing around and hollered from a closet where she was searching for that damned air mattress she knew was here somewhere. “Ah..hmm. Well I have some leftover stew, and plenty of food in the kitchenette. I can heat something up for us in a moment.”

“Oh!” he exclaimed down the hall to where she was fussing around. “That would be lovely! I haven't had a homemade meal in ages...only when I visit my parents.”

To busy himself, he scanned her bookshelves with burning curiosity, running his fingertips along the spines. As a detective, Magnus naturally enjoyed snooping around personal habitats; analyzing someone's personality through objects and intimate space. The young cop was especially intrigued by hers. He'd been studying her ever since he met her. The books composed a fascinating collection; academic tomes, language textbooks, and scientific non-fiction sat side by side with comic books, sci-fi, horror, classics, history, and poetry.

She had returned and began inflating an air mattress in what little space was left in the room, then she breezed into the kitchenette. Soon Magnus smelled something spicy and mouthwatering being warmed up for their dinner. “That smells incredible, Noura!”

She laughed again. How he was growing to love that sound. “Oh thank you. It's just leftovers. I always make far too much for one person.” She looked up to where his traveling fingertip had settled on an antique book with text in both Arabic and Swedish on the spine. Noura came over to him, handing off a steaming mug of coffee. Magnus smiled. It was exactly how he always took it (a splash of milk and a little sugar). She didn't even need to ask.

“Ah!” she said, noticing his exploration. “That's an interesting one! My father picked this up in a second-hand shop shortly after he emigrated...read it to death to teach himself Swedish. He always called it his 'key to the kingdom',” she explained, offering a crooked little nostalgic grin before sipping her coffee.

“It's gorgeous,” he said. As he flipped carefully through the yellowed pages, the sweet and musty old-book aroma rose up between them.

She craned her head forward a little to breathe in the scent, “Smell that? I adore that smell of old books. Did you know that as paper like this ages it releases a chemical compound similar to vanilla? That's why it smells so...delicious.”

He laughed in surprise. “You are...a delightfully weird girl. Is this how you flirt?” he said, teasing purposefully. She rolled her eyes, but blushed all the same.

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liminalpebble · 11 months

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Sex and Death: Chapter 7, The News and the Weather

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Chapter 7: The News and the Weather

Magnus awoke to the sound of sizzling, the salty savory aroma of breakfast, and the rich slightly bitter smell of fresh coffee.

He had slept so soundly and deeply that it took him a moment to remember where he was, and why his naked body was enveloped in smooth comfortable fragrant sheets, rather than his own rougher, more threadbare ones. He remembered as he caught sight of Noura padding barefoot around the kitchenette in fresh panties and a Star Wars shirt which hung like a dress on her short frame. Her hair was wet and the tan skin of her legs was dewy from a recent shower. She seemed to him even more mouth-watering than the meal she was preparing. It made him subconsciously flick his tongue out to lick his lips.

Sashaying over to a cabinet, she caught sight of him and smiled, glowing warmly.

“Good morning! Sorry to wake you. It's still early for work but I hoped we could have breakfast first. Do you want coffee?”

He rose up, unfurling himself from the sheets, and joined her in the kitchenette. She almost dropped a plate when she realized he was still naked. Noura got a much better look at him than she had the night before, stunned yet again by his body and charmed by how he was running his hand through his disheveled riot of curls.

He kissed her, humming happily but groggily, “Mmm...good morning.” He met her eyes for a moment with a soft blissful grin. “You're babbling ever so slightly, which usually means you're nervous. Why are you nervous?”

She pecked him then turned away to mind her cooking. “And now you've gone silent and continued with a task, to distract yourself and avoid eye contact,” he said popping a grape into his mouth, then mumbled around it to finish his thought, “which means you're slightly embarrassed.”

Noura turned to face him, hand on her hip, charmed and annoyed in that way only Magnus could elicit. “You really are a detective,” she declared, taking a deep breath and still not meeting his eyes. “Yes, I'm nervous because I'm afraid you're about to tell me you regret last night and then either hurry out the door without me, or we'd have an awkward ride to the station together where you would avoid telling me I'm a nice girl and all, but you're not interested in anything seriou...”

Magnus turned her face to kiss him, slow and lingering, then smiled slyly saying, “So you were making breakfast to, theoretically, convince me otherwise?”

Noura exhaled a little nervous bark of laughter. “Uh...yeah...I suppose I was. It sounds stupid out-loud doesn't it?” she said with a cringe written over her face, then turned abruptly to plate the rest of their breakfast and turn off the stove.

He lifted both plates and placed them on the counter, trapping her between his long arms as he braced them there, with nowhere left to escape or look away as he leaned in. “Noura, I meant what I said. It wasn't just a line to sleep with you...although, I'd be lying if I said it wasn't fantastic. Was it for you?”

She giggled at that, nodding.

He cupped her face with his palm, meeting her eyes intently. “I do take some things seriously...very seriously. This is one of them. I'd like it very much if...”

His phone rang, making them both jump a little. Magnus smiled and answered it, mouthing, “Wallander” as he set it down on the counter on speaker. She blanched, eyes wide.

“Martinsson,” he answered briskly, sounding completely normal. She thought to herself that he must be hell to play cards with.

“Hi...uh...Magnus. Sorry to wake you. Is Noura there?”

“No problem. I've been awake. Noura's still asleep in the other room...out cold.” Noura gave him an indignant look and smacked him lightly on the arm.

“Fine..fine,” Kurt said, obliviously. “I'll call her later. Listen, the blizzard has everything locked down, roads closed and all. You're both going to have to work remotely...or...or I don't know. Take the day off. I think Harik might need it. I'm concerned for her.”

Noura crossed the room to glance out the window. There was, indeed, snow at knee height, illuminated by the streetlamps in the still-dark morning. She smiled as she realized they'd been too preoccupied to notice. She met Magnus' eyes when she heard her name.

He asked, “Hold on...so Harik is still on the case?”

“Huh...yeah...of course she is! We bloody need her!”

“But what about...?”

Wallander sighed heavily, mumbling “What about it? I was an ass and I had it coming. Director Holgersson was actually impressed by it...wants to put her on a permanent consultant contract with the department. We need a full-time translator after this case as well...and...anyway...I'll call her in a bit to talk about it. Will you be alright, stuck over there?”

Magnus met her eyes, smirking conspiratorially with a shit-eating grin, saying in amazingly believable mock-annoyance, “Hmmm. Yeah...Shit, I suppose.”

“And Martinsson.”

“Yes?”

“Good work on this case...as always.”

He smiled broadly and blushed, floored that Wallander would say anything like this. His bright eyes beamed with pride. “Thank you...Kurt.”

“Alright...bye then,” Kurt said, awkwardly and hastily hanging up.

They both shrugged to each other releasing their held breath. Noura spoke first “It's nice to have some good news!”

“Yeah,” he said, pulling on his sweatpants.

Noura affected a dramatic whine of disappointment saying, “Hey, I was enjoying that view.”

They chuckled. He held her. “Come on, I was getting cold. Besides you're already covered up in...” he trailed off, laughing at her shirt. “Darling, do you have any lounge wear that isn't...thematic?”.

“What? Don't you like it?”

“Of course I like it! I find it absolutely adorable, you silly little dork. I was just curious.”

She kissed his bare chest then raised to her toes to whisper into his ear, “Actually, I have an entire draw of lingerie which I've never had the occasion to wear...tragic really.”

“Really?” he said, raising his eyebrows expressively. “How delightful,” he purred, kissing her neck. “You'll have to show me. We have all day, after all.”

He pulled her closer, hand fanned over the small of her back. Magnus met her eyes with his clear sincere ones as he promised, “And plenty of days after that.”

A/N: Thank you for reading this arc! I am on the fence about leaving it here as short work or expanding it into a longer one, fleshing out the whole story. Let me know your thoughts, either way. I really appreciate all the love! Thanks again, Peb

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