#idris elba fanfic

[ultrapeanutmelon]

V met Solomon Reed. And she does not like him...

'' I know the type, Johnny. I'm not that dumb. If this guy agreed that easily to find this Songbird, something else is at stake. Those FIA agents, they don't do shit out of kindness. But I can't wrap my head around the whole thing. I'm missing something. I know I am. '' - V to Johnny.

(what I am imagining my V would say to Johnny, during one of their banters...)

[olderthannetfic]

For a one-off movie to get a fannish following, it seems to require chemistry between people that are sexy to fans, and a really strong or uniquely flavored emotional dynamic with a story that leans on that connection. I'm thinking of Inception, Pacific Rim (yes there was another one but I don't think people knew that at the time), Man From Uncle, The Old Guard. These aren't really buddy cop movies with the exception of maybe MFU - what would you call this type?

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Okay... but... I was in MFU fandom, and it had the standard movie fandom shape: It peaked a little while after the movie came out, had activity for maybe a year, and then, in many ways, fell off a cliff.

It's also a more than usually popular reboot of a classic fandom that's still going. Granted, plenty of MFU TV fans hated it, but plenty more (like me) loved it.

If you're not aware, the original MFU was a mega-hit of 60s Spy-Fi. It didn't burst on the zine scene quite how Star Trek did, but when the show reran on cable in the 80s, the fandom really picked up. Its got its own extant fic archives and discord servers, yadda yadda. A one-off movie tied to something like that is a bit different from a completely standalone movie that's not part of a franchise.

Pacific Rim and Inception are probably better examples.

I think it's probably partly chance: there are a lot of people who write fanfic now, and small fandoms are findable on AO3 or even FFN because of how the sites are structured. Even if most movies don't have much of a fandom, sometimes enough people like the same thing at the same time to make a community happen.

And it's probably also partly about some infrastructure builder/organizer type falling for the fandom at the right moment. I know someone who threw a Pacific Rim con. The right BNF writer writing an ongoing epic can attract people to a ship or a fandom.

TOG is getting a bit of a boost from canon gay, but I doubt it will remain that active that long unless further movies have good iddy stuff to reinvigorate the fandom.

Hmm... Less cliff-like than I remember from other movie fandoms but still not that enduring compared to really big fandoms.

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I think the relationships in these movies have some bearing on why fandom latched onto them, but I don't know if I'd really form a unified theory around that. I think I'd point more to them being big, mainstream movies lots of people saw and being in genres fandom often likes (sff-y stuff, though the MFU movie really toned down the spy-fi gadgets). Their settings have unexplored aspects and lots of fun world building. MFU ends with massive sequel bait that we'll probably never get the resolution of.

The Losers is another movie that ends with the story half-told, that has a relationship of interest to fans, and that overlaps, genre-wise, with other things with big fic fandoms. I think it benefited heavily from some organizer fans and from people who like Zoe Saldana, Chris Evans, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, or Idris Elba repeatedly discovering it after the fact.

I think a steady trickle of new fans may be the most important thing, and that can come from actors who go on to be popular or a long-running and widely-recced WIP, among other things.

[nonbinary-sticks-the-badger]

watched sonic 2 with my cousin last night and heres what he had to say:

robotnik is gay

stone is REALLY gay

the way he says "doctor" is so. fueled.

specifically they met at an improv group

stone likes musicals robotnik likes epic theatre

he doesnt like tails' voice :(

he doesnt like sonic (makes too many pop culture references)

said "this scene definitely has a fanfic" at least twice

furthermore said there's definitely idris elba asmr somewhere

film was too long (yeah fair enough)

when longclaw came on screen: "ohhh im sure theres some interesting fanart of her"

asked if echidnas were real so i showed them echidnas

went on to show tenrecs

we then got distracted and wanted to see how long it would take to find weird fanart (first "knuckles", very short scrolling, then "sonic", successfully reached the end, then "sonic fanart", only slightly longer than knuckles)

he did enjoy the film!

really liked the animated bit about the master emerald

"do you reckon they paid visas when they went to hawaii?"

theres more ill think of it later

[sixstepsaway]

I have not come up with a face claim for Daddy Dom because I don't know enough actors. (For some reason Idris Elba seems like a good option? Is that totally off the mark?) Anyway, I Am Once Again sharing a potential Izzy love interest idea. What if, back in the day, Izzy was a weak, nervous, little dude and he had a big loving friend who looked out for him. Big loving friend was thought to have died tragically long ago, and Izzy wears his ring. They meet again, and BLF wants to keep taking care of his lil Izzy, but Izzy is like, "No! I'm a tough pirate who shoves my feelings aside now!" And everyone is baffled that there's this guy who likes and worries about Izzy. When he learns about the toe this he immediately tries to murder Ed, just straight up, until he's restrained. This Ask was brought to you by me trying to finish an old fanfic while having thousands of ideas for more I can't write.

Idris Elba is an excellent option, though realistically speaking he's far too A List for even OFMD (how did they get the people they got for that show? I will never know).

I would also like to offer for your consideration: Manu Bennett. Firstly, I would like to see him in the show and he's the right genre of actor to show up in it. Secondly, he is hot. Thirdly, he has never once in his life played straight for any of his supposedly straight roles and, much like Con O'Neill, habitually stares at the lips of his male co-stars.

Furthermore, he's Māori! And he's the right age for that kind of role. And I think his voice (low and raspy) would super compliment Izzy's.

Look, I'd just really like to see him show up in OFMD (and realistically he actually might). Considering you're not David Jenkins afaik, so it's unlikely your gorgeous doctor OC will show up, I would love to see him rock up as Charles Vane 👀

As for the rest: I would love to see someone protective of Izzy, okay, I would. I really want someone to go, "Holy shit, Edward did what to you?" My ideal would be Stede, but I don't know if that's an angle they'd approach from. Secondary: Lucius or Fang, but I'm guessing Fang already knows. I get that Izzy is An Asshole but the toe thing is so far out of line I just want someone to freak the fuck out about it.

Someone showing up from Izzy's past and actually giving a shit and wanting to throw hands with Blackbeard himself over it? GIMME!!!!

[calif0rnia-lovers]

be careful, my darling.

be careful what it takes.

from what i’ve seen so far,

the good ones always seem to break.

 title: sky full of song.

pairing: thor x oc (heimdall’s daughter)

aja naomi king as annadelaih 

summary: for as long as annadelaih can remember it has been her and her mother. when a disastrous storm hits washington d.c., anna’s path crosses with a unique stranger. a stranger who has been trying to find her for years. a stranger who knows about the past that anna’s mother has hidden from her for years. a stranger who was there the moment her memory was blocked when she was younger. a stranger who is willing to undo this block, and set loose a world of chaos, if that means Annadelaih can love him the way she had once before. thor knows that if the block in her mind is chipped away annadelaih will become the target that required the wall to built in the first place. 

part i: midnight awakening. 

part ii: electricity. 

[lacontroller1991]

Kinktober Day 5 (Robert DuBois x F!Reader)

Kinktober Day 5 - Daddy Kink

Warnings: Smut, Daddy kink non established, language, pinv sex, unprotected sex, cream pie,

@xoxabs88xox @rachelh1992 @himbovillain-anon​ @cosmicak​

Author’s Note: Idris Elba is definitely one of the sexiest man on the planet. PERIOD. He’s literally the only one I could see would have a hidden daddy kink

The first time you let it slip out, Robert was railing into you from behind. He had immediately stilled and asked what you had just said. You play it off, not knowing how he would react to it. The second time, DuBois smirks a little, acting like he didn’t hear it, again. But this time was different. Leaning over the couch, your hands grasp the blankets that were there, moan after moan slipping out of your mouth as Robert’s hips snap up into you.

“Fuck love, so tight. Taking my cock so well. Look at your pretty little cunt,” Robert praises as you let out another moan, your body bouncing against the back of the couch with each thrust he delivers.

“Bobby, harder,” you beg, but he stops thrusting, instead slapping your ass.

“Wrong,” he asserts, drawing out his hips before thrusting back in your cavern and stilling, “that’s not my name, love.” You look back at the assassin with confusion as he just smirks, “figure it out,” he slowly pumps himself in your tight cavern, teasing you until you figure it out. “Don’t tell me you have a daddy kink DuBois?”

“And what if I do?” You smirk, rolling your hips back into his as he groans, his hands grasping your hips as he ruts into you, “say it.”

“Daddy,” you test out slowly and when he groans, you can feel the way his dick twitches inside of you, “please fuck me.” Robert starts up an even pace again, angling his hips so that each thrust would hit deeper in you.

“Fucking hell,” Robert’s hands move around to grasp your breasts and tweak your nipples as you arch your back, the tip of his cock beginning to hit your g-spot.

“Harder Daddy, right there,” drool starts to pool out from your mouth as he snaps up into you with more vigor, your words spurring him on, “please daddy, I’m so close,” you whimper, feeling the coil in your lower abdomen begin to tighten as Robert’s thrusts speed up, trying to get you to your orgasm, “oh fuck,” you moan, your walls spasming around his cock as he continues to pump into you, coaxing you through your orgasm, his own building up. Coming down from your high, you roll your hips into his as you look back, noting the concentration on his face. With a smirk, you catch his attention.

“Cum for me, Daddy. Fill me with your cum.”

“Christ sweetheart,” he groans, hips stuttering as his pace falters, his orgasm closing in on him.

“Please daddy, please cum in my pussy, you feel so good, cum for me,” you whimper as he comes with a low grunt, his hands splaying out over your hips as he pulls you into him, his seed shooting deep inside of you as you moan at the sensation of his spend coats your warm walls. Pulling out, Robert catches his breath as you stand up, your legs wobbling slightly while his hand reaches out to steady you. Turning around, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and drag him down in for a kiss. Savoring the moment, Robert sighs into the kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“So am I allowed to start calling you daddy now?” You question with faux innocence as Robert lightly slaps your bare ass before grabbing a handful.

“I would be pissed as fuck if you didn’t,” he smiles down at you before pulling you into his chest, inhaling your scent mixed with the combination of sex.

“Does it come from your deadbeat dad?” Robert sighs at your joust.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“You got it... Daddy.”

[fuddlewuddle]

So, I’ve written the first chapter to the sequel of my Rick Flag/ Robert DuBois abo fic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33263623/chapters/82592839

Check it out if you want to show the boys some love

[teejaywyatt1]

This is a random question but how do y’all feel about Heimdall? Cause I’m feeling something. 🤤👀 Possibly a Fic brewing underneath the surface but I don’t know. 🤔

[mcufandomhatespeopleofcolor]

thor tried to project confidence and regality as he walked down the halls. he heard footsteps behind him, but he kept walking. then heimdall burst into his vision. gold eyes like a thousand suns were flashed at him, against true ebony skin like the midnight sky, figure laden with gold armour. thor couldn’t take his eyes off his best friend. he wondered why. then, he winked. an ebony lid fluttered over the gold, and butterflies exploded in his stomach. wow. he walked on giddily, and hit his head.

love it!

mod laina

[randomlyspecifc]

My top four fav men.

[thesevenwondersofawitch]

Alice smiled bitterly, "everyone you care about dies in the end, that's how the story ends for them. I was fully expecting to die in that warehouse, but I didn't. I survived and then I disappeared so that we both could live. Even if it was not together."

[svicolotuttoamancina]

An au in which, at the end of his adventures as a D.I., John Luther crushed by the weight of his misadventures, moves to America and changes his name.

He becomes a corporate shark, and a self made millionaire in no time. But in the City in which he moves in, he has to fight a paragon of good so big, so pure, a man so brave that makes John go mad with the knowledge of what he could have been.

So, John, has to destroy this man. This, "Superman", will face the wrath of the ex John Luther, or, as he calls himself now, Lex Luthor

[elcineasta]

The Wire | 2.06 "All Prologue"

[leradny]

ok so regarding heimdall i was reading some norse mythology and i found out freya had a daughter named hnossa shortly after her husband odur disappeared and she was prophesied to bring her mother and father back together.

so hnossa spent a lot of time waiting at the bifrost for her father to come back. heimdall didn’t make her go home (presumably because he felt sorry for her), he just stayed with her and i assume he sent her back to her mother if danger actually came. when nothing was happening heimdall told hnossa stories about how the world came to be and how he never slept and how he had nine moms (!!!).

LISTEN. I WOULD PAY SO MUCH MONEY TO WATCH A MOVIE (PREFERABLY DIRECTED BY TAIKA WAITITI) CONSISTING OF NOTHING BUT GIANT GRIZZLED BROADSWORD-WIELDING IDRIS ELBA TELLING NORSE MYTHS TO A LITTLE GIRL TO CHEER HER UP. MAYBE GET HEIMDALL’S NINE MOMS IN THERE TOO.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Give In (Part I)

Idris Elba X Reader “Zanzee” Mini Series (6 Part Mini Series)

 Warning: Don’t feel like giving one.

 Word Count: 4.4K

 Summary: For the past 5 months you (Zanzee) has worked on the set of the “Hobbs & Shaw” movie. She works close to all the main actors and is there to answer any whim they may have as the "Set Concierge". She holds herself to a high professional level and refuses to stray from the right side of that pesky, thin grey line that those in the entertainment industry easily jump over.

Inspired by this pic:

Note: Will go through 1 week in the life of Zanzee Grant. Ya’ll I’m afraid this is as close as I will EVER get to a one shot. SMH. I cannot write a one shot to save my life.

***Loosely Edited/Proofread***

 ***Interactive Chapter***

 ****Thank you guys for reading. I appreciate it as ALWAYS! If you enjoyed this please LIKE and REBLOG. ❤️  ❤️

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Monday

“Z, I don’t know how you have not jumped all over that man,” Andra said through the speaker phone. You snorted to yourself and slightly shook your head as you continued to apply your mascara.

 “What man?”

 “Have your pick girl, you work with three of the sexiest men I’ve ever seen,” she loudly chimed in.

 She wasn’t lying.

 “Work for, not with, for,” you emphasized.

 “For, with, whatever it needs to be under or on top if you ask me. Come on Z, lie to me and tell me you’ve never thought of the hottest foursome in your life with little ol’ you at the center of it. three different flavors of men, African chocolate, Samoan caramel and British vanilla, mm-mm-mm,” Andra exaggerated. You couldn’t help but laugh loudly.

 Of all your friends Andra was the most outspoken, the one who didn’t censor and never hid what she thought or felt. She was also the one you were closest to. It must have been something with opposites attract. You were not like Andra. Where she loved to be the center of attention all the time, you liked an equal balance, and where she was outspoken all the time, you had times where you shied away from revealing too much about yourself, or too much in general. Yeah at times you didn’t have a censor but more time than not you lived a particularly strict existence. You preferred to always show the world a professional face, after all you never knew where your next opportunity would come from and you always wanted to show the best face. Maybe that was your problem, you were boring.

 “Hello!” Andra shouted.

 “I’m here and no I’ve never thought about a foursome. Girl you must be trying to tempt your own death. Have you seen these men? They easily tower me by a foot and at least a hundred and fifty pounds. You have lost your gotdamn mind if you would attempt even a threesome,” you ranted.

 “I would die happily, no questions asked. Any way they want it they will have it, how ever long they want it. use me, use me baby!”

 You continued to laugh, she was insane. You knew your limits, hell you doubted you could handle even one of them, no matter how much you’d imagined that one.

 “It’s cool you don’t have to say it out loud, keep your secrets. Just know every woman alive has thought of this foursome and when this movie comes out those fantasies will increase. All I’m saying is you see them every day, you’re around them all day. you have more than enough opportunity. Why not see which one would take the bite?”

 “Oh my god Andra, no way. I would never--could never. I work for them. You know I’m not like that. it would be so unprofessional and not to mention too cliché. Do you know how many set assistants have probably slept with these actors? Eeck, the thought makes me sick,” you preached atop your soap box.

 “So? As long as they’re not sleeping with them now. Z, everyone has slept with everyone, this is the entertainment industry. You know better than me, you’ve worked on how many sets, interacted with how many of them?”

 She was right, this movie was your thirteenth movie set you’d worked on. Each production got bigger and bigger and each cast more high profile than the last. You’d seen the antics of the celebrities and the rich who thought the world owed them something, so you naturally had to sleep with them because they were the epitome of God himself. While you’d been starstruck a few times, you’d never ever been tempted to cross that line and become another notch on their already carved bedpost, no matter how many sly offers you’d received. You’d received quite a few, not just actors, but directors as well. part of you felt like the entertainment industry was just a revolving door of STDs, a door you refused to touch even with bleach stained gloves and the most durable condom ever created.

 The sound of your doorbell broke you out of your thoughts making you look at the clock on your wall. Six forty-five. Shit, you had fifteen minutes to get to set.

 “Shit, Andra I gotta go. I have fifteen minutes to get to set. I’ll talk to you later,” you rushed out before ending the call.

 You hurried through your apartment gathering your things and hopping into your Timbs to complete the outfit. You were trying to stretch the little time of comfort you had. As you grabbed your purse, and your work bag you ran to the door to look at the face of your driver.

 “Good morning Ms. Grant,” Reynaldo said with a smile.

 “Reynaldo, you’ve driven me every morning for the last five months and I’ve told you to call me Zanzee. Ms. Grant is my mother and she is way more uptight than I am,” you reminded as he held open the black car door for you.

 “I’m sorry, good morning Zanzee,” he corrected with a smile.

 “Good morning Reynaldo.” You sunk down into the backseat of the car and got comfortable. When you heard Reynaldo’s door shut you glanced at the screen of your work phone.

 “Do you think we’ll make it in time?”

 “Of course, it’s me you’re talking to,” Reynaldo joked. You smiled and nodded, he’d never gotten you to set late before.

 You scanned your schedule for the day and saw it was going to be another long day. You then checked the schedule for the actors and your to do list of any requests and checked to ensure any prior requests had been fulfilled. You worked had to make sure that the actors had what they needed and nearly everything they asked for as long as it wasn’t your ass in the air.

You opened an email with the subject, “how did you find it?”. You looked in the body of the email and smiled at the picture of Idris looking shocked while he looked at the package of candy you’d found. It was the same candy he’d told you he was obsessed with as a child. When he told you that they stopped making it and it was the hardest thing to find it made you want to prove him wrong. After almost a day of searching rare candy crafters you’d found it and didn’t hesitate to buy a carton of it and leaving it in his trailer when you left set on Friday.

 You licked your lips as you slowly scanned the picture taking in every detail of his fine as hell face. You leaned your head back and released a small sigh.

 “Everything okay Zanzee?” Reynaldo asked.

 You shook your head, closed the message and got your head back in the game.

 “Yep, everything is great. Thank you.”

 You did your best to slow your heartrate and go back to the professional you were, although with this production you’d been tested as you’d never been before, and you still had nearly two months of filming left.

When the car rolled onto set it was five minutes till seven. You hurried out he car thanking Reynaldo and ran to your small trailer to drop off your purse and get everything you needed for the day. as you ran you waved to familiar faces and took papers that were held out to you. by the time you made it to your trailer your hands were overflowing with papers. You took the time to organize the papers to make sure you didn’t get anything mixed up. you placed the papers in three piles, one pile for Dwayne, the second for Jason and the third for Idris, all script changes or additions. You took up your headset and walkie and attached it to the pocket of your ripped jeans and glanced at yourself in the mirror before rushing out with all the papers.

 “Zanzee!”

 You looked back and saw Tammi, another set assistant. She jogged to your side and kept in stride with you as she spoke.

 “Tonight, the other set crew are going for drinks, are you down?”

 “It’s Monday Tammie, really?”

 “Monday is Friday somewhere. So?” She gave you an expectant look waiting for you to answer.

 “I can’t, I checked the schedules and I don’t think I’ll have even a second to breathe today, I’ll be exhausted. I’ll catch you guys on the next one,” you said.

 “All right, we’ll miss you though,” she said before she jogged off in an opposite direction.

 You ran to Dwayne’s trailer and knocked on the door to no answer.

 “They’re already at the huddle,” a voice yelled.

 “Thanks.”

 You ran again picking up the pace towards where the huddle was. With a minute to spare you ran toward the group of actors needed for the first scene of the day. as you approached you were in time to hear the finishing claps as everyone dispersed.

“There she is,” Dwayne said with a bright smile.

“Here I am.” You stopped in front of them and bent to catch your breath not paying attention to your curly hair flying all around you.

 “I was about to tell Jason you owed us two hundred bucks,” Idris joked. You stood straight and shook your head.

 “Not a chance. I told you, I’m never late. Never have been, never will be. Today is not your lucky day DJ Driis,” you sassily responded.

 Dwayne and Jason laughed at your snarky reply as Idris nodded and held his hands up in defeat.

 “We’ll see. Never is a long time,” Idris replied.

 You smiled and handed each of them their papers and briefly explained it all. as they each scanned the papers you began to walk, a walk they joined you on.

 “So, I’ve checked your schedules for the day it looks pretty cut and dry, except the fact that your third set has been moved down to later this afternoon and these changes are going to be in it. Also, Jason your second set is pushed back until three just before that third set with all three of you,” you explained. He nodded.

 “Dwayne I was able to find those little geisha dolls that you were talking about, they will be in your trailer before lunch. Your fitting has also been changed to around the time of lunch too so hopefully you’re cool with tying them together, you know knock two out for the price of one,” you continued.

 “Got it,” Dwayne answered.

 “All right, oh Idris, your fitting is set for later in the evening, I have to pin point the time with costume, but I’ll keep you posted. I also need your food requests later. usually I have time to grab your coffees before this little huddle, but I’ll have it here in a little bit,” you finished.

“All right, as always great work. The only thing I’d suggest is slowing down, chilling out and cutting loose,” Jason suggested in his prime British accent.

 “Uh-huh, so this slowing down, chilling out and cutting loose should be done when exactly?” you asked.

 “You know when you’re not keeping our lives running smoothly on this crazy train,” he squeezed in nonchalantly as if it were an easy feat. You smirked and nodded.

 “Ah, I see so…when I sleep then. Okay, got it!” you joked with a smile, a smile they returned.

 “I don’t normally agree with Jason, but I agree on this. It might do you some good. Take a sick day,” Idris suggested as he placed his hand on your shoulder. You skin tingled from the warmth of his hand. The tingle traveled across your chest and made your nipples harden.

 “Shit,” you thought, praying no one would notice especially since you were wearing a thin lace bra underneath.

 “Uh, I’ll think about that,” you muttered placing a concealing smile on your face. You felt Idris softly squeeze your shoulder before he hesitated moving his hand as he looked at you. when he dropped his hand to his side, he turned his back to you to look out over the set they were still prepping. You took two steps back from them hoping the new distance would cool your runaway hormones.

 “All right everyone, let’s get to places,” David the director shouted gathering all the attention of everyone around.

 “All right, knock em’ dead. I’ll go get your coffees,” you said before turning from them and walking off.

 Idris watched you walk off, his eyes swept over your back down to the sway of your hips. When he looked next to him at Dwayne and Jason, he masked his expression.

 “What?” he asked.

 “Take a sick day? That’s the best you could come up with?” Jason teased.

 “What’s wrong with that?” Idris asked.

 “It was bad,” Jason informed.

 “So bad,” Dwayne scoffed out as he turned to take his place. Jason shook his head as he followed and soon Idris did as well.

 The day flew by in a whirlwind. Set life was fast paced, and if you couldn’t keep up or be ahead of the groove, you’d never last. You were on the go the majority of the day completing tasks, gathering necessary paperwork, helping out the actors, the set, you were a jack of all trades, you did a little of everything.

 By the time lunch rolled around you’d had four iced lattes and although four was your limit for one day, you felt you’d need three more at least before the day was done. you oversaw Dwayne’s fitting to make sure things went smoothly and stood in with Jason as he filmed his moved scene, and even kept an eye on things when Idris filmed a few of his solo scenes. You had to admit, this movie was going to make a killing at the box office, it was that good.

 On a break you were on the phone trying to smooth out prep for the next day when you heard your name being called across the lot. you looked and saw Dwayne, Jason and Idris sitting waving you over. you slowly walked to them to give yourself enough time to finish your conversation. When you approached you held up your finger and wrapped up the phone call. As you ended the call you smiled at them.

 “Hey guys. What’s up? everything okay? Need something?

 “No, no, relax. Sit down,” Jason said offering you a nearby seat.

 “Uh, I wish I could, but I have a slew of other things to finish up for the day,” you informed jutting your thumb behind you.

 “It can wait, sit,” Dwyane asserted.

 “Or I could complain to David and ask for a new set concierge,” Dwayne threatened. You narrowed your eyes at him, an action Jason and Idris snorted at.

 “You wouldn’t.”

 “Aw, she looks like Tinkerbelle when she gets mad, down to the pouted lips,” Jason teased. I reared my narrowed eyes at him, and in an instant, he rose his hands up in defeat.

 “I might if you don’t sit and take a breather,” Dwayne added. You looked at each of them and shook your head. You sighed before you sat in the free seat.

 “Good, here, have a cupcake, I hear they’re your weakness,” Idris said holding out a colossal cupcake that smelled like coconut and pineapple.

 “I have no weaknesses,” you said taking the cupcake before you sat back in the seat crossing your legs. You tore into the cupcake and moaned your satisfaction as the sweet coconutty flavor erupted over your taste buds.

“Good?” Jason asked.

 “Didn’t realize how hungry I was until just now,” you answered.

 You all sat in silence for a few moments as you ate. You didn’t notice the looks Dwayne and Jason exchanged with Idris. You were too lost in the deliciousness of the cupcake. When Idris didn’t speak Jason shook his head.

 “So, Zanzee, we know next to nothing about you when you know almost everything about us,” he began.

 “I don’t believe I know almost everything about you guys,” you corrected.

 “I’m sure you do. You know the inseam of my pants, you know everything,” Dwyane joked. You snorted and laughed covering your mouth. All three of them smiled.

 “The point is we want to know more. You’re probably the best set concierge I’ve ever had, and I’ve been acting a long time,” Jason added.

 “Aw, that’s sweet Jason, thank you.”

 “So, tell us a little about yourself,” Jason began again. You licked icing off your finger before sucking your bottom lip into your mouth.

 “What do you want to know?”

 “Is there a Mr. Zanzee?” Dwyane asked.

 “Uh, no. I work way too much to have any time for anyone else,” you confessed.

 “So, it’s not because you’ve sworn off men or something?” Jason pressed.

 You knitted your eyebrows together at how specific the question got.

 “Uh, nope, haven’t sworn off anything.”

 “Okay. Since you’re single what do you look for in a partner?” Dwayne asked. You paused chewing and looked at him confusion filling you. You finished the cupcake in your mouth thinking if you should continue the conversation. This could turn unprofessional in an instant.

 “Um, why’s it important?” you asked.

 “It’s not, just asking. A lot of people who work in entertainment have such different wants than those who work in a normal career,” Dwayne covered.

 “Um, well I don’t really consider myself working in entertainment, I have a regular job, you guys are the ones who aren’t…regular. So, my wants are pretty simple,” you explained.

 “What are those wants?” Idris voiced. You looked at him and stared over his face. The first thought in your head to say was your face between my thighs but you quickly shook it from your head. You looked down to the half-eaten cupcake giving yourself time to mask our true wants, the wants you were actually ashamed of.

 “Um, you know someone honest, kind, funny, giving, intelligent, humble, and passionate,” you listed off not looking at any of them.

 “No mention of looks, do looks not matter?” Jason asked.

 You smirked and bit into the cupcake again and shrugged, before you spoke you placed your hand in front of your mouth.

 “Looks matter less than chemistry,” you added.

 “So, you don’t limit yourself to a type?” Dwyane responded.

 “Look wise, no, I limit myself with a personality type,” you clarified.

Silence ensued again, you chanced a look to Idris and found he was already staring at you. The way he looked at you took your breath away and released a gush in your panties. You slowly licked your lips and watched his eyes drop to your lips. You were tempted to bite into them, but you held your restraint no matter how difficult it was.

 “Zanzee,” came a voice to your right. You broke the stare and looked at Ethan, another set assistant.

 “Hey Ethan, what’s up?”

 “Uh, wanted to know if you had a few minutes wanted to talk to you,” he informed.

 “Uh, yeah sure.” You looked to the three men in front of you and rose from the chair.

 “Thanks for the cupcake guys, I’ll catch you guys later, don’t forget the fitting at six Idris,” you reminded before you walked away with Ethan.

 Idris watched you walk off and watched Ethan give your body a once over, he clenched his jaw.

 “I’d say you fit the list,” Dwayne spoke up as he looked to Idris.

“Woah, woah, what?”

 “Ah come on guy, it’s pretty obvious you have a thing for our set concierge,” Jason said under his breath. Idris looked at the two of them with faux confusion.

 “Nah, you’ve got it wrong mate,” he tried to dismiss.

 “No mate, I think we have it right. Make a move already,” Dwayne urged.

 Idris scoffed and shook his head.

 “She’s into you. Did you see the way she just looked at you? That was too long of a stare for it to be an empty one,” Jason explained. Idris continued to watch you walk away thinking about Jason’s words. After a few moments he stood, shook his head and dismissed the thought.

 “I’m not that guy. Plus, you’re seeing things, she’s not into me, everything proves it. Get off it and let’s get to work,” Idris said as he walked away. Jason and Dwayne shook their heads and exchanged a laugh.

 “I give it to the end of the week,” Dwyane said as he stood.

 “A week? Nah, I’m giving it the end of Wednesday,” Jason countered. The two of them shook hands at the bet.

That night you walked into Idris’ trailer just as the costume director Marnie was working with him. Idris turned and give you a welcoming nod as he continued his phone conversation.

 “Tell Mark I’ll think about it. all right thanks mate,” he said before he ended the call.

“Sorry, just got word I’m in the running for Bond,” he explained. Your jaw dropped.

 “Really?”

 “Yeah, Daniel’s had his fill and some how my name got thrown into the mix. Now they want me to meet with the writers.”

 “And you said you’d think about it? are you insane? Do you know how huge Bond is plus do you know how huge this would be for the black community? You would be the first ever black Bond. The first ever, ever, ever!” you enthusiastically emphasized.

 He smiled and nodded.

 “I take it you like James Bond?”

 “Well not directly, but if you played him, I’d definitely like him,” you rushed out without thinking. you pinched your lips and closed your eyes as the implications.

 “Really?”

 “Uh, yeah, you’d be representing for the black community, showing that roles are not racially exclusive. It’d be huge,” you finished. He studied you a moment and nodded.

 You cleared your throat and tried to reel in your inner fan girl to stuff her back into her box.

 “Anyway, your dinner will be here as soon as Marnie here is finished, then you’re not expected back on set until eight fifteen,” you informed. He nodded and turned his back facing you.

 You took the time to look over his back and the muscles that refused to hide even underneath his black v-neck t-shirt. You slowly scanned his shoulder blades down his spin to his taunt waist. Then your eyes dropped to her perfect ass. The ass was not your favorite part of a man but with an ass like his you could not help but admire it. You chewed the inner corner of your bottom lip and lazily dragged your eyes over almost every inch of him.

 The man was built for admiration. In all your years working productions you’d never been more attracted to anyone, he was your first. The first actor you’d ever thought of accidentally walking in on in their trailer. The first actor you’d been tempted to cross that professional line with. The last five months of production had been torture. During the days you had intense daydreams that all revolved around his lips and hands and him whispering dirty things in his sexy British accent, and then your nights possessed unrelenting wet dreams that made you toss and turn and wake up feeling unfulfilled and in a heightened state of anxiousness.

 “Zanzee.”

 Someone saying your name brought you out of your daydream to see Marnie and Idris both watching you. you prayed the expression on your face didn’t give away how badly you wanted to push him against a wall. You cleared your throat coming back to life.

 “Yes.”

 “Can you help me a second?” Marnie asked. You noticed Idris smirk to himself before he turned his back to you again.

 “Sure, what do you need? You responded.

 “Come here and hold this,” Marnie requested. You approached her crouched down figure and stooped next to her.

 “Okay, hold what?

 Marnie directed you to hold the fabric at the back of his calf.

 “You must have grown, these fit perfect four months ago,” Marnie voiced.

 “Must be all that hard muscle you put on for the role,” you answered without much thought.

 “You noticed?” Idris asked spinning his head back to look at you. You quickly looked at him only to look away shrugging it off.

 “Everyone did, I’m sure Marnie will have this fitting like new in no time.”

 “All right, don’t let that go Zanzee, matter of fact tie off that thread for me,” Marnie requested. You did as you were told.

 “Idris turn please, Zanzee gather the hem for me.”

He turned around, and you leaned in closer and bent lower to gather the material hanging around his sock clad ankle.

 “Thanks Zanzee.” Marnie said taking the fabric to continue her process.

 You rose your head not realizing how close you were to him until it was too late. Your forehead came right in contact with his crotch. You heard him release a low grunt and saw him nudge his hips forward. Your eyes met his and it was clear the both of you knew what had just happened. Everything in you said fuck it, just do it while your head fought against you saying remain composed, remain professional. Your eyes dropped to his crotch and your head lost. You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip and your mind was gone in a second imagining what was behind the fabric of the pants. His hips jerked forward again and with that you looked back to him and saw something you were sure was wishful thinking on your part. His gaze was hot and unmasked, it spoke of intrigue, and something close to longing. The intensity in his eyes was so much you knew if you looked any longer you would say fuck your professionalism and find out why some women in tabloids called him “Big Driis” It was enough to force you to your feet with the quickness.

 “Uh, um…I—I um, I have to go. I have other things to screw…do, do, I meant do. Marnie all good here? Good? Okay, bye,” you stammered out as you made your way out colliding with almost every object in the trailer. Once you made it to the door you didn’t dare look back.

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There is Love in the World - The Happy Ending (John Luther/Alice Morgan)

And here it is! The first of three endings, and you’ll be glad to know that this one ends happily (unlike the finale).

I’ve also uploaded this fic onto AO3, so here’s the link if you’d rather read it on there:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17326028

Hope you enjoy it!

It’s dark by the time she makes it to George’s back garden; the preparations took longer than she had anticipated. She’s missed this, the careful planning of a murder, she’s missed how grounded it makes her feel. There’s more control, more power. It’s the opposite of how she feels around John. With him, it’s more unpredictable, similar to the scientific phenomenon that is a black hole, but less...evil. They suck each other in, collide each time with more intensity than the last. She’s certain that, if they wanted to, they could destroy anyone or anything that stood in their way. The same way a black hole would: by dragging them in and crushing them, making them nothing.

Which is exactly what she intends to do with George Cornelius.

Maybe the two feelings aren’t so different after all.

Regardless, there she stands in his garden, surrounded by perfectly trimmed bushes, carefully watered plants, and...is that a shed filled with shotguns?

Oh, this is almost too easy.

Barely a minute passes before Alice has ditched her own weapon in favour of one of George’s many shotguns.

Yes, she thinks, letting a sinister grin form upon her lips, this will do nicely.

He spots her before she’s even fired the first bullet. No problem there, she’d rather he knew who was going to be responsible for his demise, she likes to have her brilliance recognised.

A look of pure horror passes over George’s face, but no sooner has it appeared when dozens of armed policemen storm into his house, shouting and screaming and shooting. The horror has been replaced with a glint of amusement, and Alice wishes more than anything that she could stay and cut it off his face, literally.

But unless she wants to die here, that simply isn’t an option anymore. She makes a dive to the right, only just avoiding what could have quite easily been a fatal shot. Her legs just manage to make it to the back gate when a sharp jolt of pain sends her stomach into a state of bloody mess. Fabulous, back for three days and shot twice. She’s must be breaking all kinds of records.

“Do not move!”

George holds his hands in the air, a sign of surrender, but not defeat, not just yet. Schenk looms above him, a teasing smile on his lips. But George doesn’t even notice, he has one last trick up his sleeve.

He’s pinned down and handcuffed, but he bides his time until it’s only him and Schenk left in the room, then he strikes.

“Martin, I think it’s time you and I discussed getting me some legal protection.” It’s a subtle move, but the first of many.

Schenk misses it entirely, too focussed on the death of one of his own, one of his friends.

“I can’t put it together, George. I’ve tried, but I can’t work out what happened.” There’s no fight left in his voice, only a tired noise of defeat.

“I need a show of good will,” he continues, gathering what remains of his strength, “an upfront payment. Right now.”

There’s no command, no discussion, just one of Schenk’s men entering the room and uncuffing George.

He plays it safe, and, remaining silent, hands Schenk his phone, the image of John hovering over a body glaring on the screen.

The shock and disbelief on the other man’s face gives George the sign he needs to open his mouth and condemn John Luther.

“I told you, Martin, your lad’s a wrong’un.”

Schenk momentarily clears the mist in his head, it’s clouding around him, surrounding him and he knows if he’s not careful, it’ll eat him up inside. But he manages to ignore it long enough to issue a warning to Halliday.

“Hey, boss.”

“DS Halliday, are you with...DCI Luther?” The exhaustion in his voice shakes her for a second, but she regains her composure and answers him steadily.

“Yeah, I am.” There’s a hint of defiance in her voice, as though she’s trying to lift the uncertainty from Schenk and continue the conversation normally, without the mist threatening to consume her too.

“I need you to listen to me very carefully.” Her attempt fails, and his voice sounds even more full of grief than previously, she tries not to wonder why.

“Without alerting DCI Luther to this order, I need you to bring him back to the station as soon as possible.”

“Ok, yeah.” It’s hard for her not to ask questions, and even harder to try and remain calm in front of John, when it’s just been hinted at that he is a danger to her.

“If you alert him to this, there is every chance that he will run.” Schenk’s voice takes on a more confident tone, with an edge of anger building up and threatening to seep over.

“Do you understand me?”

Halliday takes a breath, just about staying calm and responding in her usual chirpy voice.

“Yep, got it.”

“Good. Now get him back to the station. Tell him...I have some interesting news, and I want to give him it face...to face.”

The call ends, and Halliday lets her own mask slip for just a second, allowing confusion and anxiety to write across her face.

John picks up on it immediately, and Halliday curses herself for letting him read her so easily.

“Schenk has asked you to bring me in, hasn’t he?” There’s a long sigh before he speaks, and Halliday wonders if it’s one of irritance or anger. She hesitates, then decides there’s no point in lying if he already knows.

“Erh, yeah. Yeah...he says that he’s got some news, something he wants to tell you?” She intends for it to be a statement, but by the time she’s finished, it resembles more of a question.

“Fair dues.”

The rest of the journey is made in silence. That is until they pull up outside the teacher’s house and John takes the opportunity to clarify where they stand.

“I’m not going anywhere until this...is dealt with.” It’s a risky move, he knows that. It could result in Schenk coming after him himself, but it’s one he has to make, otherwise, they’ll never catch Lake.

He doesn’t catch Halliday texting Schenk.

When it’s all over, and Lake is slumping miserably in the back of a police car, John approaches Halliday.

“Catherine, I owe you an explanation.” He pauses, giving her a chance to put in an input, but realises she just wants him to carry on.

“Schenk...Schenk is more than likely under the impression that I’m responsible for two recent murders.” Once again he gives her time to react, but glancing up at her face sees only a prompt to elaborate. God, he thinks, this woman is too nice.

“I can’t tell you much else, and I’m sorry for that, but I just need you to know that I didn’t do it. This is nothing more than a huge misunderstanding that, unless you let me leave right now, could get blown way out of proportion.” He exhales, lets out the breath that he didn’t realise he was holding. For once, he struggles to read the expression plastered onto his partner’s face. Whether that’s a mercy or a curse he isn’t sure of.

It’s only when she answers him that he realises he’s got this woman all wrong.

“Am I going to be able to stop you from leaving?”

The question throws him off guard; of all the things he’s been expecting (a panicked frenzy; an emotional speech; or even just handcuffs and a silent condemnation), this blunt, straight-to-the-point assessment was not one of them.

“I-erm...no, not really.”

“Then that’s that. If it’s not going to be possible to prevent you from running, then there’s nothing I can do.”

Pure admiration shines on his face.

“Go on boss, what are you waiting for?”

And so he runs.

He’s only made it as far as the second corner when he sees her. Red hair dishevelled and untidy, face scrunched up, mouth turned downwards and icy blue eyes glassy and bloodshot. She’s making her way towards him, clutching her stomach and half bending over. It terrifies him, and for a moment he comes to a sudden stand-still.

“Don’t just stand there!”

The tinge of alarm embedded in her words would have been enough to wake him up from his momentary slumber, but it’s the way her voice cracks as she speaks that really does it for him.

He’s at the top of the street and next to her before he so much as take another breath. It’s lucky too, because the second he reaches her, her legs give way and her body collapses into his arms.

“This feels awfully familiar,” manages Alice, adding a forced laugh at the end in hopes of lessening the ever-growing seriousness of the situation.

Her efforts are pushed aside as John aims a glare at her so intense and full of emotion that it forces her to turn the other way.

“Alice, what have you done? What happened?” A certain panic enters his tone, mirroring Alice’s from only seconds ago.

Shrill laughter fills the air around them, bitterness and anger and pain all rolled into one as Alice admits her failure, “Turns out I couldn’t do it either, how ironic!”

An element of unstableness is present in her revelation, and John is reminded of their exchange on the phone so long ago, the one he tried to cover up by telling his colleagues it had been his ex-wife, and not a certain malignant narcissist.

Right now, however, he’s more confused than anything else.

His bewilderment is expertly picked up on by Alice; nothing else could be expected really.

“Kill George,” she clarifies, sucking in a breath and steadying herself against John, “Your big boss interrupted us with his gaggle of armed policemen. You really ought to explain to him that I was only trying to do him a favour.”

She’s pouting now, toying with him by trying to appear more innocent than she’s ever been in her whole life.

“Rather rude of them to open fire, don’t you agree?”

Her mask is back on, draped across her face in an attempt to convey humour, rather than the sense of dread that dangles above her.

John, ever the gentleman, wraps his arm around Alice, careful not to aggravate her wound but still adding the extra support she won’t admit she needs.

“We need to move, get you somewhere safe. If Schenk knows you’re alive then we’re in more trouble than I thought. I’m not exactly in his good books right now.”

This time Alice doesn’t need to fake a laugh, if John didn’t know any better he’d say she was truly delighted by his implication.

“Now, John, have you been naughty?” She revels in the normality of the turn their conversation has taken. The playfulness brings her joy; she’d forgotten how immensely fun it was to mess with the man who’s embrace she was tightly wrapped in.

It only adds to her delight when John flashes her a sarcastic smile, before remembering what was happening and turning serious once more.

“George has a, um, a photo of me...standing above his hitman’s body and holding a gun,” he’s staring at the ground now, determined not to meet Alice’s enquiring gaze, “From what it sounded like on the phone, he’s shown Schenk. And in Schenk’s mind that places me as the top suspect for both his and Benny’s murders.” He awaits Alice’s reaction.

“John, look at me.”

He pulls his eyes up to meet hers, expecting to find them full of fire and anger, but after searching them sees only understanding and pity. Sometimes he forgets how much Alice has changed since he first met her at the station.

“I told you before...those people, the ones you mistakenly call ‘friends’, are nothing more than vampires. You,” she amends her misuse of pronouns, “we, need to leave before this escalates any further and you get blamed, once again might I add, for a crime that you did not commit.” She finishes, not with a look of satisfaction (which would have definitely appeared if they had had this same conversation three years prior), but with an encouraging smile that spreads across her entire face and lights up her features.

He wants to let her know that she’s right, something he would’ve been too proud to admit in the past, but he’s sensible enough to recognise that the most important thing is to get Alice to safety.

“We can talk about this later,” he promises, “but right now we need to focus on getting as far away from here as possible in a short space of time. Got any ideas?”

Ten minutes, one stolen car, and multiple stitches later, the two of them are back at Alice’s parents’ house, wounds tended to and all.

It’s nowhere near as bad as either of them had feared, and once it’s all dealt with they bask in the fleeting relief that washes over them both. It’s all too easy to disregard the events outside of the house and pretend they’re in a world of their own.

But soon reality kicks in, or at least it does for John.

Alice is awoken by a kiss on the top of her head, tickling her hair and stirring butterflies that do not exist in the pit of her stomach. Her eyes flutter open, and the fantasy is ruined by what she sees in front of her.

“Where are you going?” It comes out harsher than she meant it to, and she knows she could amend it, apologise even, but she decides it’s a fitting reaction to John nearly walking out of the front door, so ready to abandon her again.

“I..well,” he tries again, this time more sure of his answer, “I figured since you’re all patched up and ready to go you’d want me out of your hair,” he’s not doing a good job at disguising his uncertainty, so he gives it one more shot and encompasses Alice’s signature dash of humour, “You know, so that you can disappear again, fake your own death, I don’t know.”

Alice watches him, an identical pained expression on her face. There’s no use for her mask now, he’d only see right through it.

“What on earth makes you think that?” There’s genuine hurt in her eyes, and John isn’t sure what she wants him to say, so he says nothing.

“You and me, John, we’re in this together now, for better or for worse,” she huffs a laugh at her reference; maybe her pride isn’t gone after all, “We’re equals and opposites, the same but oh-so-very different. Yin and yang; Bonnie and Clyde; Bert and Ernie, remember?”

He does remember, couldn’t forget even if he tried. Part of him wishes they could be back in his old apartment, Alice pressed up against him, like a devil whispering in his ear, a devil with no concept of personal space. If he could go back, he’d accept her offer of travelling, her promises of adventure and mystery and seduction. But he can’t, and they aren’t in his old apartment, they’re in a house haunted by the murders that took place there. He wonders if this time he can make the right choice.

“I had an interesting conversation with Mark after you left. He helped me realise something, two things actually, if we’re being specific.”

“And what were they?”

She pauses, he supposes she’s preparing a response intended to pique his interest.

“The first was that he’s not quite as unobservant and incessantly boring as I initially believed him to be.” John just about succeeds in morphing his laugh into a cough, but Alice smiles nonetheless.

“The second...well the second is something I’ve had quite a bit of trouble accepting.”

The vulnerability solely reserved for him is once again present on her face, and John has to scold himself for the look of awe that has snuck onto his face.

“And what was that?”

She wastes no time in answering him.

“That I’m not a psychopath. That I’m not incapable of sentiment and empathy and all that nonsense.” She’s deflecting her emotional exposure and turning to humour again, despite knowing there’s no point.

Her confession causes John to suck in a breath. She won’t look at him now, and he knows it’s because she’s afraid, terrified even, of what she might find.

“Alice?”

She can’t bear to face him, to risk seeing what could only be amusement and taunting painted across his face.

“Yes?”

“He was right.”

It’s all she needs to hear. There’s no need for declarations and meaningful conversations because that’s not how they work. They both know that. Their relationship is built on trust and mutual understanding, not pointless three-word phrases.

John has long since moved away from the front door and is now positioned next to Alice on the sofa. She allows her head to rest on his shoulder and a content sigh rolls out of her mouth.

He looks down at her, at this woman that will forever remain a mystery to him, but who he discovers something new about every single day.

“So,” he wonders aloud, “what now?”