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talia-rumlow · 2 years

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My Works (Will be updated as I go)

First of all. Thank you so much for your likes, your comments and your support. I really appreciate it.

My writing is 18+, smut, and all that follows with it. Some stories are worse than others. Read on own risk. Warnings will be posted.

I usually write Marvel related stuff. But I can take requests for other things as well. Favorites are: The Night Manager, Supernatural, Criminal Minds, Bones, Buffy/Angel, 911, Chigaco Fire/PD/Med, Kingdom (I am currently in the process of watching the entire show), Wheelman.

Although I decided to take a step back from RPF, I could maybe take request for that too. But probably only One Shots. Send me a PM if you want me to write something for you.

I also post my stuff on Wattpad, AO3, My personal blog, TikTok and My Saviour is also ongoing on Instagram as a video story. (If you want to keep the thrill, and read the stories as I post them on here. I would recommend, NOT to visit my Blog, AO3 or Wattpad)

ON HOLD! (Given the recent news about Chris Hemsworth!)

Yes! You are seeing correctly. I´m actually writing a Loki fic. And this is an epic one!

Given your place in Asgard, a secret relationship with the God of Mischief isn't exactly a good Idea. But you can't stop. It's an obsession, a sickness. You can't get enough of him! And Loki can't get enough of you!

This story will go back and forth in time.

Chapter One - Twisted Reality

Chapter Two - Queen Of Asgard

Chapter Three - Loki & Thor

COMPLETED STORIES

Private Workout (Alvey Kulina One-Shot)

Another story based on one of Frank Grillos roles. The 2017 NETFLIX movie Wheelman. I love that movie.

After a real heavy night out with the girls, you decide to sleep it off in your car. But when a bankrobbery goes South, and the Getaway driver "borrows" your car, the night takes a whole new turn. While you´re being chased around the city by his enemies, you start to see the thrill of the criminal side of things. But things aren´t always as black and white as you or he thinks.

Chapter One - Wheelman

Chapter Two - Heating Things Up

Chapter Three - This Is Going To Hurt

Chapter Four - Do You Always Fuck The Girls You Kidnap?

Chapter Five - I Told You To Run, YN!

After tips from @nekoannie-chan I have decided to start to post my other stories on here as well.

My schedule:

MONDAY: My Saviour

TUESDAY: My Brother´s Best Friend

WEDNEDSDAY: Bound & Brockened

THURSDAY: Best Friends Forever

FRIDAY: Escort To The Multiverse

SATURDAY: Forbidden Fruit

SUNDAY: Strangers With Memories (Original Story)

You can read about the stories further down in this post!

My Saviour is a Rumlow X Reader story. This story will contain Graphic Sexual Description, Graphic Description of Violence, Death, Murder, angst, trauma, Domestic Abuse and Past Abuse. Read on own risk. This is a story where I portray Brock Rumlow as a decent human being. He also has a backstory. If you don´t like Brock Rumlow yet. You will, after reading this story.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Marvel characters, only my original ones.

Chapter One - We Don´t Treat Women Like That!

Chapter Two - Can I Tell You A Little Secret?

Chapter Three - What Someone Like Me, Does To Little Brats Like You

Chapter Four - Who Is In Charge?

Chapter Five - Good Girls Gets Rewarded

Chapter Six - The Morning After

Chapter Seven - First Day At Work

Chapter Eight - I Want To Protect You

Chapter Nine - That´s Right, You Disobeyed Me!

Chapter Ten - Pick One!

Chapter Eleven - Mine! Say It!

Chapter Twelve - I´ll Find Him!

Chapter Thirteen - Want To Play A Game?

Chapter Fourteen - Pull Over!

Chapter Fifteen - What Do You Want Me To Do?

Chapter Sixteen - Want Me To Look For It?

Chapter Seventeen - Did You Lock The Door?

Chapter Eighteen - That Girl You Like So Much!

Chapter Nineteen - It´s A Date!

Chapter Twenty - When You Call Me Brock

Chapter Twentyone - See What You Get When You Ask Nicely

Chapter Twentytwo - Come For Me, Brock!

Chapter Twentythree - Please Don´t Leave Me!

Chapter Twentyfour - I Fucking Love You!

Chapter Twentyfive - Are You Alright?

Chapter Twentysix - You Disobeyed Me, Brock!

Chapter Twentyseven - Will It Be Dangerous, This Mission?

Chapter Twentyeight - Have You Ever Used A Gun Before, YN?

Chapter Twentynine - SHIELD Is The Safest Place To Be!

Chapter Thirty - Alexander Pierce

Chapter Thirtyone - Why Is This Happening To You?

Chapter Thirtytwo - How Did You End Up Here?

Chapter Thirtythree - This One Is Not!

Chapter Thirtyfour - Please Don´t Be Mad At Me!

Chapter Thirtyfive - Who Said Anything About Winning?

Chapter Thirtysix - I Love You, YN!

Chapter Thirtyseven - Good Agents Don´t Disobey Orders, YN!

Chapter Thirtyeight - You Are Fired Though!

Chapter Thirtynine - What´s Wrong With You, Brock?

Chapter Fourty - Well Played, YN! You´re Still Dead Though!

Chapter Fourtyone - What Did You Do To deserve This Treatment?

Chapter Fourtytwo - She´s Messing With Your Mind, Brock! Be Careful!

Yet another Rumlow as a decent human being story. Yes! I LOVE doing these. Give Rumlow some love.

After years not speaking to your brother, Jack Rollins. He invites you to spend the summer with him, in New York. When your flight gets cancelled, Jack tells you, that you can hitch a ride, with his best friend, driving home from a mission. Great, you've met Brock Rumlow one time before, and you hate his face. Cocky, self-righteous, arrogant bastard. Not your type at all. You're not looking forward to drive across the country with him. Will you survive this trip with him, or will past experiences make it impossible to get to your destination? Secrets will come out, the past will catch up with both you and Rumlow. This story will be kinda a slow burn, with sexual content, and a lot of humor.

Chapter One - What, Brock? He´s A Good Guy!

Chapter Two - The Stupid Obnoxious One!

Chapter Three - You´re Reading Porn!

Chapter Four - You´ll Never Understand Him!

Chapter Five - What Did You Dream About?

Chapter Six - Like What You See?

Chapter Seven - Arrg.. Piss off, Brock!!

Chapter Eight - What do you want me to say, Brock?

Chapter Nine - Get your fucking hands off!

Chapter Ten - Truth Or Dare

Chapter Eleven - His Best Friend´s Little Sister!

This story is the fastest growing story I´ve EVER posted. I absolutely LOVE to write this story. And I hope you´ll enjoy reading it as well. Just remember the warnings. Read with care!

Brock Rumlow, a ruthless badass, with a fucked up dominant side! After a mission goes terribly wrong, he gets fired from his job. After picking up girls in bars for a while, he gets that he needs more. No more of these fucked up, girls that leaves the next morning. He needs something stable. Someone he can use, day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year. Someone he can get out his frustration on.

So he decides to buy you, at an auction!

You had no money, no place to live, nothing left. That's the only reason you decided to give yourself away. To use the only thing you had, to maybe get some food and a roof over your head. You had no idea what you were walking into!

DARK STORY!! ⚠️⚠️

Containing graphic descriptions of non-con elements, bdsm, different forms of torture, graphic sexual descriptions.

⚠️READ ON OWN RISK⚠️

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Chapter One - Hades

Chapter Two - Owned!

Chapter Three - Choices!

Chapter Four - Play!

Chapter Five - Rules!

Steve and Bucky have been best friends since the 30's. Steve married you and Bucky married Nat weeks apart, and you've been best friends and double dated for years. What will happen when Nat leaves Bucky, and Bucky moves in with you and Steve? Will the friendship between the four of you last. And more importantly, will your marriage to Steve last when his amazingly handsome best friend moves in.

Chapter One - Divorce?!

Chapter Two - Nightmares!

Chapter Three - Breakfast!

Chapter Four - James.

One of my absolute favorite stories to write. This one made me tap into the darkest places of my mind. This will be a dark story. Containing graphic sexual description, Non-Con, BDSM, rough treatment, strong language, and everything else in that area. Rating X 18+! Read on own risk!

You were new to the city of New York. Your job didn't pay enough money to make rent, so you decided to start to work at a gentlemans club. Then a friend offers you a job at an escort service. To make ends meet, you says yes! One day you are sent on a mission to the SHIELD building, to take care of two agents, returning from a mission. Will it be too much for you to handle? Or will this be just what you need to get the new start you so desperately needs?

Characters includes: Tony Stark, Captain America & The Winter Soldier!

Chapter One - Jack Rollins & Brock Rumlow

Chapter Two - Can You Fuck Her Or Not?!

Chapter Three - I Think She Likes It!

Chapter Four - Shut Her Up!

Chapter Five - She´ll Fucking Listen Now!

Chapter Six - Listen Don´t Fucking Talk

Chapter Seven - She Enjoys The Fucking Pain

Chapter Eight - How Does She Taste?

Chapter Nine - Some Sort Of Super Human!

I´ve always been a fan of the Night Manager, so of course I had to make a fic about Jonathan Pine. This will contain a lot of feelings, past trauma, abuse, murder, Non-Con elements and sexual description.

You met Jonathan Pine 5 years ago in Cairo. One steamy night was all you had time for, before Richard Roper got hold of you. Now you've been his prisoner for 5 years. When some unforeseen events led to you and Jonathan Pine to meet again. Only this time Mr. Roper calls the shot. Your job is to Seduce Jonathan Pine, and make him talk. Make him reveal his secrets before he can put a stop to Ropers plan. Your only way out of Ropers control is to finish the job. Will you reveal his secrets? Or will he reveal yours first?

Chapter One - Cairo 5 Years Ago

Chapter Two - No Way Out!

Chapter Three - A Part Of Life

Chapter Four - Daniel!

This story means the world to me. And it´s heartbreaking, sweet and though. It´s about events from my own life, so I´m really putting myself out there with this one. It was the events in this story that got me into writing in the first place. If it wasn´t for what happened, I wouldn´t have been where I am today. So although I got my heart ripped out of my chest and stamped on. It was worth it.

What if you find love, with the most unexpected person? What if he gave you everything you missed? Only to leave you confused! What if that heartbreak gave you the chance to do everything you ever wanted. Would you risk it all? One more time...

Chapter One - Christopher He´s Good!

Chapter Two - Redecorate The Bathroom

Chapter Three - The First Date

Comment or send me a PM if you want to be on my taglist <3

And if you got as far as to this part.. THANK YOU for reading. And I hope you´ll read my stories, once I post them.

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sad-sad-times · 4 years

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Bitch be writing another one......Roper/Reader fic.....smutty. Roper's showing her how beautiful she is.

She can't look away.........ahh the suspense 😂

Anyway, if anyone wants me to tag them when I post it, reblog/reply and lemme know 😊

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hellfiresushi · 3 years

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Family Affair

— Chapter One.

Pairing: Jonathan Pine x Female ! OC

Summary: After her mother’s death, Rue Roper moves to Majorca to live with her estranged father amongst his expensive, criminal empire. But she’s caught the eye of his right hand man, Jonathan Pine, and it’s been made very clear that Richard Roper’s daughter is firmly off-limits.

Warnings: None for now ;)

The first thought which circulated Rue’s head the second she stepped off the plane was, fuck — Majorca is hot as balls. Granted, her less than average seat had been mysteriously upgraded to first-class the second she had arrived at the airport to check in for her flight. Although she hadn’t spent much of her life in her father’s company, she wasn’t stupid, and she was aware of the staggering wealth piling up in his back pocket.

If anything she was a little surprised he hadn’t sent her one of his private jets or something, then again, it was rare that he actually recalled having a daughter, who grew up with only a mother to guide her through adventures such as adolescence, puberty and adulthood under the roof of a cramped little flat in London. That was… until her recent passing. But it was a sensitive subject which Rue was struggling to acknowledge at the moment.

The floor was sticky. She could feel it clinging to the soles of her greying, though once white, Converse sneakers in sync with every step she took. Which were probably a strange contrast to the lemon sundress hanging from her frame. Thin spaghetti straps tied into delicate, bowed knots on top of her shoulders. This wasn’t her trying to impress her new family or anything, she simply wasn’t sure how hot Majorca was going to be. And thank the lord she hadn’t opted for the tattered jeans now bundled in the bottom of her case somewhere.

A few metres away, Rue spotted a man modelling a pair of grey jeans, a black polo shirt and a navy blazer, holding up a sign reading Roper in thick permanent marker. Huffing, she approached him reluctantly, considering he was a complete stranger to her. Of course her own father wouldn’t take time out of his busy schedule to pick her up from the airport.

“Rue, I presume?”

“My father’s not here, I presume.” She couldn’t help retorting, a sour taste spreading in the back of her mouth.

Chill, Rue.

“Come,” He beckoned her with a quick jerk of his chin. “The car’s outside.”

Rotating on the heels of his shoes, he was already on his way towards the exit. Rue hadn’t even noticed that he’d taken her suitcase from her.

Biting the inside of her cheek, she followed his quick, long strides outside where a shiny grey Range Rover was parked to the right of a taxi bay. While the nameless man loaded her case into the boot, Rue decided to sit in the backseat, not feeling comfortable enough to ride up front alongside a total randomer.

Picking at her nail polish, the female stayed silent for the majority of the ride, observing the sunny Majorca scenery from outside the tinted windows. The radio played quietly in the background.

“You know you never told me your name.” Rue called out, deciding she would feel less awkward if he could at least tell her that.

The man cleared his throat, “Frisky, Miss Roper.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“That’s my name, doll face.”

She chuckled, “your name is Frisky?”

“Do you have a problem with that, Miss Roper?”

Rue shuddered, leaning back into the leather seat. “I suppose not… as long as you stop calling me Miss Roper. Rue will do just fine.”

“Roper forgot to mention his daughter was a feisty little thing.” Frisky chortled from the front seat, fingertips tapping against the steering wheel.

“Well he also forgot to mention that he’s been absent for ninety-five percent of my life,” Rue mumbled, rolling her eyes exasperatedly. “So I doubt he knows anything about me.”

Frisky didn’t respond. Nor did he speak for the rest of the journey. Busy streets gradually turned into a more secluded trail — golden sand, vibrant trees as green as emeralds and turquoise water which looked much more appealing compared to the sea back home.

Stones crumbled beneath the rubber tires as they ascended up onto a spiralling cliff. Propping herself up on her knees, Rue stuck her head out of the window, exhaling at the warm, gentle breeze tickling her skin.

Mum would’ve loved this. The content bliss of the sun scorching down. It’s true what people say about the heat abroad being different to Summer in Britain. It was hot, but comfortably hot. Rue could imagine the two of them lying on sun loungers, clinking cocktails and reading their books together in a comfortable silence.

But she wasn’t here anymore.

“Welcome to La Fortaleza.” Frisky announced as the Range Rover slowed to a halt outside a pair of extravagant, ornate gates locking out any uninvited visitors.

Popping his window down, he exchanged words with someone through an intercom system, seconds before the gates automatically opened up.

A gorgeous, beige stoned villa clearly came into view, and hell it was huge. Rue gawked at it like something out of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.

In a way, it intimidated her. It made her feel out of her comfort zone. Like she wasn’t meant to be here. That placing her in this luxurious setting would make her stick out like a sore thumb. A wildflower amongst herds of expensive roses.

Frisky parked up, killed the engine and exited the vehicle, making a point to open the back door for Rue. Sending him a short nod, she followed him around to the boot, grabbing her suitcase before he could do it for her.

It made her feel incompetent, and above him. Which she certainly wasn’t.

Holding his hands up in surrender, the man locked up the car and guided her towards the entrance, where a tall, slim woman with ice blonde hair stood waiting, looking like an absolute goddess in a silk, ivory maxi dress.

Rue gulped, briefly peering down at her worn out converse and the way the upper half of her dress clung to her generously full bust like a cotton leech. Self conscious didn’t quite cut being in this woman’s presence.

“Rue?” The blonde assumed, raising a single eyebrow. Her berry covered lips twisted into a warm smile, “It’s so nice to finally meet you!” She pulled the younger girl into a welcoming embrace, before adding, “I’m Jed.”

Right, Jed. Dad’s girlfriend. Rue recalled him mentioning her over the phone, but she wasn’t expecting her to look… well, like a Victoria’s Secret model fresh off the runway.

“And you.” Rue awkwardly patted her on the back, retracting from the exchange after a long moment.

“How was your trip? I sure hope your upgrade to First Class made it a bit more enjoyable.”

Rue hummed, reaching behind to latch her fingers around the handle of her suitcase again, “For my first time on a plane, I guess I can’t complain.“

“It was your first time?” Jed gasped. “I tried to have your father send a jet but… he required it for, uh, business and such.”

“I expected nothing less.” The words rolled off Rue’s tongue before she could stop them.

Jed chuckled quietly, placing a hand on her back, “shall we head inside?”

“Lead the way.”

The two women entered the villa, with Frisky a few metres away on their trail. Rue ogled every piece of art on the wall, every corner decorated with plush furniture which looked brand new, like it hadn’t even been touched. And there were some of the most beautiful vases and statues dotted around on shelves. There was even a grand piano right below the stairway, a bold, patent shade of black paired with a specially crafted cushioned bench. Rue itched to run her fingertips across the keys from left to right. She had piano lessons back in school, but Mum couldn’t ever afford to buy her a keyboard, never mind a piano, so she hadn’t played in years.

Nevertheless she enjoyed it.

Footsteps echoed against the marble steps, slow and prolonged. Suddenly every hair on the back of Rue’s neck stood up, and she hadn’t even turned around to see who it was. But it sounded like several pairs of feet. Now she was feeling nauseous.

Inhaling a breath, Rue forced herself to swivel around on the heels of her shoes to see three male figures reaching the bottom of the staircase. On the far right was a man with a grey, receding hairline, cupid lips and a sketchy frown on his face. To his left was someone who looked much younger, with sun-kissed skin and strawberry blonde hair. He was definitely the tallest, and the easiest on the eye.

But on the far left stood a familiar, morbid looking figure who had induced the growing sickness in Rue’s belly.

Throat dry and lips parting, she didn’t blink for a solid minute, and neither did he. Neither one of them how to respond to this moment. But eventually, it was he who spoke first.

“Hello, Rue.”

“Dad.”

God, the silence was deafening. Insert the sound of crickets right about here. For a moment, Rue’s helpless pupils flitted around, avoiding eye contact at all costs, before catching onto a shade of glacier blue.

The blonde gentleman.

His irises discretely observed her from head to toe, noticing the reddening apples of her cheeks. Sneakers with a dress, interesting choice. Most women would usually opt for some wedges, or a set of sandals if heels weren’t their thing. But she chose sneakers, and he liked that.

“You look different,” Roper’s voice snapped them out of their impromptu staring trance. “All grown up and independent.”

His daughter laced her hands together behind her back, visibly cold and distant.

“You look older.” Is all she replied with, curtly shrugging her shoulders. Roper scratched the back of his neck,

“I’m sorry to hear about your mother.”

“Are you?” quipped Rue.

You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. Everybody else surrounding them looked speechlessly at the ground.

“I’d like to introduce you to my colleagues, and my closest friends,” Richard brushed off her icy comment. “Jonathan and Corky.”

Another dumb nickname.

The receding bloke at the end of the line leapt forward first, shaking Rue’s hand, “A pleasure to meet the infamous daughter of my chum.”

Next appeared the hot one, Jonathan, Rue presumed. He, too, offered her his hand, to which she accepted, feeling his larger palm engulf her own. The musky scent of his cologne wormed it’s way up her nostrils, entrancing her. Rue shifted inside her frozen body, feeling unexpectedly nervous now that she was up close and personal with him. She couldn’t lie and say the way he towered over her wasn’t a bit of a turn on.

For a guy she’d only just met, he seemed pretty magnetic. Like a Disney prince.

“Rue… that’s Greek for regret, right?” His voice was smooth like honey. That was true. And ironically she was already regretting coming to Majorca.

“And apparently Jonathans are God’s gift.” The girl recited, brows lifting, though the corners of her lips twitched with a sense of playfulness.

“So I’ve heard,” Jonathan swiped the tip of his tongue across his lips. “Do you disagree?”

“I’m not sure yet.” She sighed, squeezing his hand, “I guess it’s up to you to convince me otherwise.”

“I’ll make it my mission.” Dropping her hand, Jonathan reversed away from her.

“Why don’t I show you to your room?” Jed suggested, hoping to clear the air by cutting the conversation short.

Agreeing, Rue followed her up the staircase, and as tempted as she was to lock eyes with Jonathan for one last time, she refrained from doing so.

Her room was probably the size of the entire flat she shared with her mum. She’d never slept in a king size bed before, but the cream sheets and silk pillows did look inviting. All of the furniture was exquisite mahogany, not a speck of dust in sight. There was even an en-suite bathroom, and a walk in wardrobe. This must be how the Kardashians felt.

Though the thing which intrigued her the most was the balcony facing out towards a private beach, and at the opposite end of the stretch of sand and waves, was a quaint little cottage.

How sweet. However, not Roper’s cup of tea. So who lived there?

Huffing, Rue started unpacking her case, which didn’t take long, considering her pile of clothes only occupied a tiny corner of the walk-in wardrobe. Plucking out a tattered panda plushie, she brought it to her nose and inhaled.

It reminded her of home.

Setting it down amongst the mound of pillows and cushions, Rue proceeded to lay out her skincare products on the shelf above the two his and hers bathroom sinks.

Within twenty minutes or so, she had already finished unpacking, and she flopped back onto the mattress like a rag doll. Staring at the ceiling, she pondered what her life would be like now that her mother was gone. It was always just the two of them, and now she was alone, with a group of complete strangers, in a setting she’d never experienced in her life.

Never mind those goddamn blue eyes.

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wheredafandomat · 2 years

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The Hotel Waitress 🏨P6🏨 Going into town

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You, Roper and Jonathan spent a few more minutes talking about the game whilst Jonathan kept a hand on the small of your back. You saw Roper look towards Frisky who gave him a small nod prompting his next sentence. “Val, my dear, Jed is over by the pool if you’d like to join her.” He smiled.

“I’d much prefer to continue the game if that’s alright with you.” You replied with a competitive grin.

“Very well. Let’s make this interesting. Jonathan, get changed will you, I want to see what you’re both made of.”

The three of you played Tennis with you and Jonathan substituting for one another every few rounds. Occasionally Roper would leave you both playing against each other as he observed the match. After a while, the three of you decided to call it a day and you and Jonathan headed to the pool where Jed was sitting at the edge. Since you were not dressed for swimming, you decided to make your way towards the edge to dip a toe with Jed but you felt arms around you as as Jonathan pulled you both into the pool, splashing water at Jed when you landed.

“Thomas” you exclaimed squirming in his grip as you turned to face him. He had a wide smile on his face and looked generally happy as you both laughed.

“What? Don’t like the water?” He joked releasing you and splashing you. “Come here” he said pulling you back towards him and kissing you as Corky and Jed watched. Just an act, you kept telling yourself in your head.

You and Jonathan spent around 5 minutes in the pool just laughing and splashing around, completely carefree like this wasn’t a mission, like this was real, like you really were a married couple and in love. As you swam towards the end to hop out, you saw that Corky was following Jeds gaze which landed on Jonathan who was still swimming laps after he took his top off. As you stepped out, Corky handed you a towel before gesturing for you to follow him away from the pool.

“Valentina, let this be a warning to your husband, off every tree he may freely eat, maids, serving wenches, cooks, typists, masseuses and the same goes for you dear, but, if he lays one finger on that precious fruit” he said gesturing towards Jed who was still sitting by the pool and watching Jonathan “then like Belgians in the Congo, we’ll chop it off, and I don’t mean his hand.”

“How dare you speak to me like that” you gasped before leaning closer to Corky “it seems Jonathan isn’t the one you should be worried about, Jed seems to be the one who can’t keep her eyes off of him so I suggest you go and speak with her. Are we clear Corks?” You smiled tapping him on the cheek as he did to you previously “now if that’s all, I’m going to change into something sexy and swim with my husband to show dear Jed over there who he belongs to.”

It had been a few weeks since your exchange of words with Corky and you had barley spoken since. You and Roper occasionally played tennis in the mornings which brought you closer to him. The way he looked at you changed. He didn’t look at you as the mysterious Val who couldn’t be trusted, he began looking at you as an asset even if he didn’t realise it himself. Roper had let his guard down slightly around you. He’d occasionally let names slip out of his mouth when he was talking to Frisky in your presence. He was sure not to do that whenever Jonathan was around. Corky on the other hand didn’t really warm up to either of you. Especially not you.

One day, you and Jonathan decided to take Danny into town. You had noticed that Jonathan and Daniel had become close especially because the poor boy didn’t have anyone to hang out with. This chance to take him into town would be beneficial to all of you. Danny would be able to go out and you and Jonathan would be able to ask him a few ‘innocent’ questions. Walking towards the decking that Roper was on, you smiled at him.

“Morning Val” he smiled back “Pine” he nodded at Jonathan before looking back at you “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“We were wondering if we might take Danny into town?” You asked.

“Whatever for?” Roper questioned.

“A change” Jonathan quipped.

“Hmm, he likes the two of you doesn’t he” Roper muttered mostly to himself.

“I hope so, we like him.” You beamed.

“Frisky and Tabby will go with you.” Roper decided as you and Jonathan nodded a thank you before turning to walk away “and Val” he called out after you.

“Yes” you said turning back around.

“Thank you.”

Getting into the car, you ensured Danny was safely seated between you and Jonathan whilst Frisky and Tabby sat at the front. “Where are we going?” Danny asked excitedly as he looked between you and and Jonathan.

“We’re going into town” you cheered.

“We thought you’d like to get away from the estate for a little while.” Jonathan added to which Danny gave a grateful smile to.

When the 5 of you arrived, you Danny, and Jonathan walked ahead of Frisky and Tabby. Looking at them, you smiled thinking you resembled a small family. You felt Danny grab your hand as he also grabbed one of Jonathan’s, skipping between you both. Jonathan looked back at Frisky and Tabby and then towards Danny.

“Do you always have this much company Danny?” He questioned as you caught sight of Burr getting out of a nearby car.

“Yes, ever since the restaurant.” Danny replied sadly.

Seeing the boys now downcast demeanour, Jonathan decided to pick him up and sit him on his shoulders. Danny gasped at this new height which caused Frisky and Tabby to lunge forward probably thinking you were about to kidnap him.

“Relax boys” you teased stepping in front of them. As Jonathan and Daniel chuckled. “Should we get an ice cream?” You suggested ensuring you spoke loud enough for Burr to hear.

“Yeaaassss” Danny replied excited.

“Great” you said as Jonathan put Danny down.

“Why don’t you go and ask Frisky and Tabby if they’d like an ice cream as well” Jonathan said kneeling in front of Danny.

“Okay” the boy replied before running towards the pair.

When Jonathan rose back to his feet, he gave you a small smile which you returned. Perhaps he thought it too. Maybe you really did resemble a family.

“They didn’t want one” Danny said grabbing your hand as Jonathan directed you both to the stall.

“Hmm, weird” you commented.

A/N: daddy Pine 🤣

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Chapters: 20/22 Fandom: Jaguar "British Villains" Commercial, british actors, Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction, British actor - Fandom, Tom Hiddleston Fandom, The Night Manager (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tom Hiddleston/Original Female Character(s), Jonathan Pine/You Characters: Richard Roper, Jed Marshall, Corky, Sandy Langbourne, Angela Burr, You, OFC, Jonathan Pine Additional Tags: BDSM, Dom/sub, Bondage, dubcon, Spies, international crime ring, Kidnapping, Human Trafficking, sex dungeon, Sex Clubs, chemical weaponry, Secret Intelligence Service | MI6, vices, Spanking, Daddy Kink, Suit Kink, Jealousy, Reader Insert Summary:

That pivotal scene in "The Night Manager" where Richard Roper is trying to dig his way into Jonathan Pine's defenses, asking "Everyone has a vice, Pine. What is yours?" From a wonderful thought starter from the diabolical brain of GingerAngelica.

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talia-rumlow · 2 years

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Forbidden Fruit (Jonathan Pine X Reader) Chapter Two - No way Out!

Since I was totally exhausted this Friday. I actually spent the whole weekend sleeping. I really needed that. I´m still tired, but I managed to actually get out of bed this morning. Anyway. I hope you enjoy Chapter Two of "Forbidden Fruit"

When you can’t see Samira and Jonathan any longer, you clenche your suitcase, and try your best not to cry. Just get to the airport fast. Just get me home. You think, forcing your tears back. Stay strong, YN. Samira would have wanted that. She always told you how strong you were. Overcoming everything life had thrown at you. Your parents death, the loneliness, the anger and the guilt you felt. Samira always got you back up again. Always. She’ll do that this time too, YN. Relax, she’ll be home in a couple of days. And then all of this will be over.

You try to relax, and lean back against the seat. Look out the window. A sign saying airport, and what exit to take. Finally. Soon, you’ll be on an airplane, safe, on your way back to the States.

– Do you know when my plane will take off?

You ask the driver. But he doesn’t answer. Doesn’t even move. If he knows Samira he should be able to talk to you, shouldn’t he? Or is it some kind of code, that prohibits them from talking to the people they drive? You’ve never learned how to act like a wealthy person. Although the last ten years or so, you have been. Living of off Hamids money, providing for both Samira and yourself. Guess that’s over now. Probably for the best. You don’t want to be provided by dirty money anyway. And based on those papers you read. Hamids money was most definitely dirty. Infact the dirtiest. You feel nauseous only by thinking about how many people who’s been suffering for you to have that life. How much blood is actually on your hands? How many lifes could have been spared if you knew?

The car gets off the highway and you can see the airport. But instead of dropping you off at the parking lot, the car drives on to the tarmac, and stops by a small plane. You look at it. Looks nice. But how did Samira manage this? Hamid is her only connection. At least you think so. She would have told you if she knew someone else, wouldn’t she?

The driver opens your door.

– Step out Miss!

You feel nervous. But what else can you do, but step out of the car? Dragging your suitcase with you. Again you look at the plane. How did Samira manage this?

– Miss YLN I presume?

A deep, almost scary voice from behind you. You slowly turn around. A slightly older man stands before you. Taller than you, even though you have your heels on. He has sunken eyes that stare into your soul, brownish grey hair, and he’s a bit rough around the edges. You swallow. Who is this guy? He looks at you, almost angry. His lips firm and his facial expression almost dead. He extends his hand to you. You take it. If this is the guy Samira trusted to get you out of the country, then he’s probably safe to be around. Although you don’t care one bit for his appearance.

– Richard Roper!

You stop breathing for a second. Richard Roper? The worst man in the world? This is the man Samira trusted to get you home safe?

– I know what you’re thinking, YN! Samira had nothing to do with this!

You try to drag your hand back. But he holds it tight. Suddenly he drags you into him. The jolt hurts, and you’re scared out of your mind. You can’t even move. Smelling his aftershave mixed with what you think is some kind of sigar, makes you nauseous.

– Your sister didn’t know how to keep her nose out of my business. But you won’t be that stupid. Am I right?

You don’t manage to talk. Are you being kidnapped? And what for? What could he possibly need you for? Leverage? To get Samira to stop what she’s doing?

– Get our new associate settled in, will you Corcoran?

Hands on your suitcase, before Richard drags you with him over to the car. Opens the trunk.

– This is what happens to your sister if you don’t do exactly as I tell you!

Before you know it your head is pushed down in the trunk. A guy lies there. And you can only assume he was the one supposed to drive you. Looks like he was beaten to death. If it’s possible to be more nauseous without throwing up, you are. Richard gets you up again. Signals for the person who drove you to close the trunk.

– On the other hand. If you do as I tell you to. I can provide you a very luxurious lifestyle.

Richard turns to the driver again.

– Dump him somewhere, will ya!

You really don’t want to get on the plane. But you’re so scared you can’t move. So when Richard gestures for you to walk up the stairs, you do. If you try to run. He’ll probably kill you right there.

You sit down on the seat Richard tells you to sit in. And he hands you a glass of champagne. Your hands shaking, but you manage to take it. Richard raises his glass.

– Cheers, Miss YLN, I think this will be a fruitful partnership. Don’t you?

You don’t answer. You don’t drink either. You want to scream to him. Throw your champagne in his face. But instead you do nothing.

When the plane takes off, a tear escapes your eye. There’s no way out now. Now way back. Unless you try to bring the plane down. And you probably wouldn’t have much luck with that. You can see 6 guards just from where you’re sitting. Everyone is packing pretty heavily. And if only half of what you’ve learned about Richard Roper over the past 24 hours is true. Your guess is that he has at least one sleeper on board as well.

– Miss YLN!

You turn towards Richard. He holds up a phone to you. Again you just look at him.

– Call her! Tell her where you are!

You don’t move. How can you possible call Samira? You’re so scared, you can’t even talk. Richard takes up a gun and points it defiantly at your head.

– CALL HER!

With shaking hands you take the phone he gives you. Punch in Samiras number, and lift the phone to your ear.

– I’ll have the papers for you right away Mr. Roper. I can deliver them to the usual place!

Samiras voice, and she thinks it’s Richard calling.

– Samsam?

You say carefully. Silence on the other end.

– Y….. YN? What are you doing with Richard’s phone?

– He… He got me Samsam..

You start to cry. Hearing Samiras voice, how scared she is. That pushes you over the edge.

– But I’ll be allright. We’ll be allright. I promise.

– Put him on!

Samiras voice hard and determined. You present the phone to Richard.

– She want’s you!

Richard puts the phone on speaker, and places it on the table between you.

– What was it that you wanted, pumpkin!

– You let her go, you hear me! I’ll do what you asked me to do. Just let her go!

Richard slams his fist down on the table, even Corcoran sitting on the other side of the aisle jumps.

– NO, You won’t Samira. You already fucked up once. Now I’ll see if your sister can finish the deal. And if she doesn’t, you’re both dead.

– You won’t hurt her!

– Are you absolutely sure about that?

He leans his face all the way down to the phone.

– Samsam!

– Let her go, or ….

– Or what, Sophie… That is your real name right? I’m untouchable.

– We’re going to Majorca!

You scream out. Before Richard hangs up the phone, and once again points his gun at you. Presses it into your forehead.

– Don’t ever test my patience again!

He holds his gun there for a while, kinda like he’s letting you know that he can pull the trigger and end your life at any moment. Then he sits down again, like nothing happened.

– Drink your champagne, YN! Celebrate with me. You are going to make me a lot of money!

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For three days, you say nothing. The Majorca residence is beautiful. Like an old castle, with a big yard, a swimming pool, and beautiful clear blue ocean outside, as far as the eye can see. You don’t find it beautiful. It feels like a prison. You’re free to go wherever you want inside the house and in the yard. But you know you can’t leave. Even if you wanted to. There are guards everywhere. Probably mostly to keep people out. But also for keeping people like you in. And you wonder where Samira is. Is she looking for you? Will you ever get out of here?

On the forth day, Richard takes you with him into Town. He’s not telling you anything, just that he has some business to take care of. And that you need to tag along.

For the whole one hour drive, you say nothing. You want him to know how much you hate him despise him. If you had the chance, you’d kill him.

The car comes to a stop outside an office building. Richard looks at you, then he gives you a contract of some kind. Grabs your wrist as you take the papers.

– You’re gonna get Raymond Stephens to sign this contract. Signing off 70% of Crimson Limited to me. Whatever it takes.

He puts his hand on your thigh.

– You have the power of persuasion YN, every female does. Whatever it takes.

– You’re despicable!

You spit the words in his face. He answers your move with yanking you close to him, grabbing your neck.

– If you come out of that building without that signature. Your precious Samsam is dead!

You don’t answer. But you look at him with a face that screams hatred. Then you exit the car.

You take a deep breath when you enter the building. You check the list to find out what floor that house the offices for Crimson Limited. You find the right floor, and press the button for the elevator. It feels like it takes forever to arrive. You have to make this. You have to. Whatever it takes. What does that even mean? You’re supposed to threaten him?

Thankfully you’re alone in the elevator. Ok, plan, YN. You need a plan. Ask someone for help. Anything. You search your pockets. A receipt. Perfect, you can use that. You take the pen attached to the contract Roper gave you. And quickly write something on the back of the receipt.

When the elevator stops. You quickly find Raymond Stephens’ office. Knock on the door. A lady opens.

– Do you have an appointment Miss?

– Ehh.. Yes. I’m here on behalf of Richard Roper. I have a contract for Raymond to sign.

The lady doesn’t say anything. She just shuts the door. You stand there, don’t understand a thing. They don’t even want to talk to you? You’re about to knock once more, when the door opens again.

– Mr Stephens will see you now Miss?

– Ehh YLN!

You follow the lady through two more doors.

– So how long have you known Mr. Roper?

– I’ve worked for him for 4 years now.

Man, did you just say that without hesitation? Can you really deliver a lie that easy? You didn’t even think.

– I’ve heard some great things about him. Sadly I’ve never met him. But he’s a big contributor to Mr. Stephens projects.

Her voice is calm and sweet. Maybe she can help you. She continues to talk about how amazing she thinks Roper is, all the way into Mr. Stephens office.

– Oh, Liza stop rambling about. And get our lovely guest something to drink.

Then he turns around. He looks like a business man. Dark hair, pale skin Tailored suit, a little extra over the hips and belly, surely from sitting at a desk all day.

– Miss. How lovely to make your acquaintance.

He is beeing really nice. Almost overly so. Is he scared of Roper? If he’s not, he definitely should be.

– I.. I have a contract from Mr. Roper. And I need for you to sign it.

– Please Miss. Sit down, have a cup of coffee.

– I’m sorry Mr. Stephens, but I am kinda on a tight schedule. I’d love for us to get this business over with.

He nervously rubs his hands together, before walking over to you.

– Do you know what kind of a man, Roper really is? He is the worst man in the world. Killing or bankrupting everything and everyone that gets in his way!

Do you know? Yes, you do. You know better than anyone how he really is. But you have no choice. You HAVE to get him to sign this contract. Put on a mask, YN. Pretend to be Roper. Pretend you’re talking to Roper. Whatever it takes, to get him to sign this contract.

– Listen Raymond.

Your voice surprisingly calm. You put the contract down on his desk.

– If you sign this contract, Mr. Roper can make your life very pleasant and comfortable. But if you don’t….

He sits down by his desk, swallowing. You can see in his eyes that he’s scared. Scared of you? Does he think you’re as bad as Roper?

– If you don’t Mr. Stephens. Mr. Roper will make sure that the word suffering takes on a whole new meaning for you!

You should know. You’re there already. He almost doesn’t even look at you. He just grabs the contract, and signs it where you tell him to. When he’s done, you take the contract and leave.

On your way out of the office, you bump into the sweet secretary lady again. You walk into her on purpose, and quickly put the receipt in her pocket. She says something to you, but you just continue out of the office.

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Richard was happy with your work. Over dinner the only thing he talked about was your accomplishment. But you feel dirty. Like a bad person. A heartless person. You just threatened a guy. What have become of you?

When it’s time for bed, Corkoran knocks on your door.

– Mr. Roper want’s a word!

You don’t answer him. You just follow. He follows you into Richards bedroom. Is he going to rape you now? Inside the bedroom Corcoran takes a hold of you, and Richard walks up to you.

– I think I’ll be having you on a tighter leash, young lady!

You don’t understand. You did what he asked.

– Remember what I told you would happen if you didn’t get him to sign?

You nod. Images of Samira rushing through your head. Did he hurt her? Richard takes up his phone. Finds something on it, and then presents it to you. It’s a picture. A picture of Samira, lying on the floor. Dead. A caption saying «Job’s done!»

– NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

You scream. Desperately trying to get out of Corkorans grip.

– YOU’RE INSANE! I HATE YOU. I’LL NEVER DO ANYTHING FOR YOU EVER AGAIN! I HATE YOU!

Richard is unaffected by your screams and your words.

– Oh you will, YN. If not I’ll continue down my list of people you care about.

You falter. Falling together like a sack of potatoes inside Corkorans grip.

– I have no one left… You took everything I had.

– I wouldn’t be so sure, YN. How about…

He starts to read names for you. He’s naming all of your friends, even some of your old teachers. How does he know this? Some of these names goes back 20 years. People you knew when you were a kid.

– Why are you doing this?

Richard comes up to you, and Corcoran let’s you go. You can’t fight back now anyway. Your body frozen in place.

– I can’t stand to be doubel-Crossed, YN! No one fools me! Now clean up, and go to bed. I’ll be back here in 20 minutes, and then I want you in bed!

What? Will you be sleeping in his bed now? Is that what he ment by tighter leash. The thought of sleeping with him makes you nauseous again.

Before he leaves, he drops something in front of you. A receipt. You pick it up, and turn it around. On the back of it a handwritten word. Your handwriting. Only 4 letters, but the message is pretty clear «HELP»!

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talia-rumlow · 1 year

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Tom Hiddleston Characters Masterlist

We all love a good looking Villain. Right?

Here you´ll find my collection of Tom Hiddleston Characters Fic.

Yes! You are seeing correctly. I´m actually writing a Loki fic. And this is an epic one!

This story will go back and forth in time.

Chapter One - Twisted Reality

Chapter Two - Queen Of Asgard

Chapter Three - Loki & Thor

Chapter One - Cairo 5 Years Ago

Chapter Two - No Way Out!

Chapter Three - A Part Of Life

Chapter Four - Daniel!

#tom hiddleston #jonathan pine #loki laufeyson #loki (marvel)#loki x you #loki smut #loki of asgard #loki god of mischief #the night manager #richard roper #smutty fanfiction #fanfics

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sad-sad-times · 4 years

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My Hugh Laurie fic series, involves Hugh/Reader, Roper/Reader, Chance/Reader...

Warnings: smut, language, light dom/sub, and other things like that

#fanfiction #hugh laurie fanfiction #chance fanfiction #richard roper fanfiction #chance #the night manager fanfiction #the night manager #literally just smut #smut fanfiction #read with caution lol #rpf #a03 link #a03 fic #a03

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The Hotel Waitress 🏨P5🏨 Morning Tennis

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Roper instructed Corky to show you and Jonathan where you’d be staying until he “worked out” what to do with you both. As you were leaving, Jonathan turned back towards Roper and started speaking whilst Corky tapped his foot impatiently on the floor.

“What are we supposed to do until you work out what to do with us?”

“Well, you Jonathan can keep Dan’s company. He was supposed to have a friend over here for the summer but the bugger stood him up. I don’t think his mother approves of me” he grinned “Valentina on the other hand, I think I might know what to do with you. Now, off you pop with Corks.”

When you arrived at the cottage, you bid Corky a farewell before closing the door. Jonathan opened his mouth to speak but you put a finger over his lips before leaning up to whisper in his ear. “Check for microphones.” Pulling away, Jonathan nodded before you both started ransacking the place. After a while of searching and finding nothing, you decided to speak.

“Can you please speak to me. I love you” you said turning to Jonathan as he looked at you with a confused expression. You mouthed ‘play along’ whilst tapping your ear which Jonathan understood.

“I always knew you were hiding something from me. Every time I mention Amsterdam, you change the conversation. I knew you had a shady past but surely you aren’t a killer.” He shouted causing you to grin.

“Please Jonathan, let’s just go to bed. Let me show you how much I love you” you pleaded as Jonathan tried to stifle a laugh.

“I’m sleeping on the couch.” He sighed.

You both searched for microphones a while longer but didn’t find any. Perhaps Roper wasn’t listening in. Can’t be too safe though you thought.

“You’re not going to really sleep on the couch are you?” You asked Jonathan who shook his head.

“And miss my dear wife show me how much she loves me. Absolutely not.” He joked pushing you towards the bedroom. “Time for me to finally bed my wife after being out of action for so long.” He proclaimed turning his head up towards the ceiling as if he was trying to speak directly into a microphone incase you had missed any. You both laughed as you went into the bedroom.

You and Jonathan both slept in the same bed. You had been doing it in Mallorca but this time felt different. Perhaps the bed was smaller or perhaps it was the fact that Jonathan had his arm draped around you as he he spooned you in his sleep.

The next morning, you woke up before Jonathan and decided to go for a walk along the beach to clear your head. You had been waiting for what felt like forever to be in the position you were in now, it felt overwhelming, exercise would do you well. As you were walking, you heard Roper call you from a balcony above you.

“Val, tennis, do you play” he questioned smoking a cigar. You wanted him to choke on it but that wasn’t the plan. The plan right now was for you to get close to Roper.

“Yes” you smiled looking up at him and shielding your eyes from the sun.

“Splendid. Get up here and pick out something to wear, its time for some courte paume.”

Reaching the estate, Roper walked you to a wardrobe where he said you’d be able to find something to wear. The walk was silent but you knew Roper was still trying to work you out. You could see the wheels spinning every time you looked at him. You picked out a sleeveless polo and some skorts before Frisky escorted you to a tennis pitch that Roper was already on, waiting for you.

“Are you sure you can play, wouldn’t want a problem with Pine for hurting the wife.” He said as his lips curled up into a smile.

Picking up a racket and a ball, you stalked closer towards him before bouncing the ball on the floor, placing it against the racket and shouting “my serve” as you hit it towards him.

The tennis match was intense but you saw this as an opportunity to showcase yourself. You weren’t someone who was easily put out and you could hold your own. Occasionally you beat Roper which he bid you a “well done” for every time, but for the most part, you were both rallying flawlessly.

As you took a quick break, drinking some water from a bottle that was handed to you from Frisky, you spotted Jonathan walking towards you.

“Hey love” you smiled walking towards him as he hugged you before pulling you into a kiss.

“I hope you won” he chuckled gesturing to your outfit.

“She’s a good player, your wife” Roper remarked joining the conversation.

A/N: Hope you’re liking it soo Farr!!

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The Hotel Waitress 🏨P1🏨 Introductions

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Brushing through your hair, you thought about all the events that lead you to this moment. Every heartless thing you did to get you here. The drugs, the sex, the scandals, all of it to get you here right now. Pausing your movements, you stopped to really look at yourself. You stared at your reflection and saw a stranger looking back at you. You didn’t recognise her. The woman looking back at you was a sinner. You ran your fingers over the bags under your eyes before moving closer to the mirror to stare into your eyes. The cold mirror coming into contact with your nose as you tried to see into your soul. Was Angela right? Were these the actions of an actress playing a part or did you really have a psychopath lurking in your psyche this whole time just waiting to be activated?

Angela approached you from a Hotel in London you had been working at. You both sat down and she explained that she was trying to take down an arms dealer by the name of Richard Roper. Your blood ran cold hearing the name, remembering the cruel things he did to your family. Instantly, you agreed, and thats what brings you to now. A small cottage in Mallorca waiting for a mystery man that would help you take down Roper once and for all. All you really knew about him was a name. Pine.

Putting your brush down, you heard someone enter. You heard them put a key down and the only people with keys to here were you and Pine. It must have been him that entered. Cautiously you stepped out of the bedroom and headed for the front door.

You were met with a tall man with short blonde hair. He had blue eyes and a plain T-shirt with some loose fitting trousers. Your eyes didn’t look for more details than that, as long as you knew the basics. This was a mission not a blind date.

“Mr Pine I presume?” You asked walking towards him as he silently observed your movements. He was doing things you’d do, he was weary, you noticed. “I don’t bite.” You said offering your hand to shake.

“Yes, Jonathan Pine” he smiled shaking your hand “I’m guessing you’re y/l/n?”

“Please, call me y/n” you insisted pulling out a chair for yourself. “Judging by the way you’re staring at me, I’m assuming Burr didn’t tell you you were meeting a woman” you joked picking up an apple from the fruit bowl on the middle of the table.

“Uh— no, she did not.” Pine replied pulling a chair out opposite you and sitting down.

“Well, I suppose there are worst surprises” you chuckled taking a sharp bite out of the apple causing Jonathan to flinch slightly.

He glanced around the room, eyes occasionally landing on you as you sat in silence eating your apple. Taking in his stance, you could see he wasn’t relaxed. He was nervous but also calculated. He kept his glances at you quick. You wouldn’t have seen them if you didn’t know what you was looking for, you were more experienced than he thought.

“Has Burr told you our cover story yet?” You asked one you finished your apple.

“She hasn’t no” He replied looking down at the files on the table.

“Well it seems like Burr isn’t telling you many things” you mumbled under your breath as his eyes scanned the files.

“So, what name did you steal to get down here then?” You asked causing Jonathans attention to shift solely onto you.

“I’m sorry?” He snorted.

“Well, my previous alias killed someone so I had to get a new one, I assume you did the same, no?” You said leaning over the table and slightly closer to Jonathan who’s nostrils flared a tiny bit as his pupils dilated.

“Who are you now, Jonathan Pine?” You taunted placing a hand over his which he instantly retracted.

“I- I’m Thomas Quince” he stuttered shifting his gaze onto the file he picked up.

“Well, it’s nice to know what my new last name is” you smiled standing up abruptly. You looked down at Jonathan who’s expression had changed form unease to confusion.

“Something else Burr probably didn’t tell you” you sighed “Burr is having us pose as a married couple, she thinks it will help us to work our way up into Ropers inner circle. You work on buttering up Roper, I’ll work on the wife” you winked turning around.

“Oh, right. What’s your current alias then?” He asked making you turn back towards him.

“Valentina, although with my track record, I’m sure that Roper will change our names once we’ve joined his group to help keep the police out of his affairs” you assured.

“So we’re a happy married couple” Jonathan stated, flicking through another file “and how did we meet? He questioned turning his gaze upwards to look at you.

“We met in London, bumped into each other on the tube and realised we were both reading the same book. You asked for my number, we got coffee and bonded over our love of Shakespeare” you explained with an amused smile as Jonathan raised his eyebrows before breaking out into a smile of his own.

“What?” You giggled as his smile grew.

“Burr really has thought of everything hasn’t she” he commented as you nod.

“Yes everything, she’s even planned out our most recent argument about you wanting children and me wanting to stay young and beautiful” you laughed doing a quick twirl.

“Says here that there was even an affair” Jonathan added as you strode towards the window overlooking the small beach.

“Yes, there are many stories, stories that we shouldn’t need if we do our jobs right. We’ll act like a loving couple and they’ll eat it up.” You guaranteed.

Scoffing at the paper, Jonathan began to speak again “so that’s the plan, save Ropers son from a staged kidnapping then suddenly we’re dining with them.”

“Ropers son means everything to him. More than his enterprise, his wealth, more than anything” you emphasised turning back around to face Jonathan “If you save him and make it look believable, Roper will probably write you in his will.”

The conversation died down again as you faced the window, watching Pine in the reflection. He read through the files, occasionally glancing up at you.

“Is there anywhere for me to put my things since we’ll be here for a while” he queried.

“Through there” you said pointing towards the bedroom you had come out of earlier. “There’s only one room so it looks like we’ll become very close very quickly my dear husband” you teased looking at Jonathan as he picked his bags up.

Walking into the room, you saw Jonathan putting some clothes into the draws you had left empty for him.

“You’ll need to head up to Mama Lou’s tomorrow and get a job” you reminded as you sat on the bed watching him.

“And what about you, how will you be spending your time whilst I’m at work dear” he asked with his back to you and a smile evident in his tone.

“I already have a job as a waitress there” you replied.

“Going by the name Valentina? What have you been using as a last name?” He questioned closing the draw and turning to face you.

“Lopez. They think I’ve been waiting for my darling husband to finish his old job before moving here with me” you chuckled, eyes following Jonathan who decided to sit on the bed too.

Standing up, you turned to face him.

“Do you actually know how to cook?” You inquired.

“Yes”

“Great, I’m going for a walk along the beach, do put dinner on darling” you said before walking out of the room.

A/N: I wrote the first bit. Should I carry it on? 💙💙

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