#jonathan pine x ofc

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a/n: Here it is, guys! The first chapter of OT&ON! I hope you like the story as much as I do. Without further talking... Let's take off and take flight to Cairo! :)

Warnings for this Chapter: quite the toxic relationship, maybe a bit angst, mentions of cheating

OT&ON Masterlist

Chapter One - Welcome to Cairo

"Darling, you're finally ready now? We need to leave! Otherwise, we'll miss our flight - and I can't miss it! You know that I have a strict time plan in Cairo!" I heard the voice of my husband echoing across the hallway. I sighed, zipped the zipper of my suitcase shut. "Coming!" A four-week vacation awaited me. Summer, sun, a new culture, different food, people and places, a five-star hotel – and gosh I hated it already. Okay… To be honest, I actually hated everything about my life. My family, which stabbed me literally in the back - especially my father, by forcing me to marry a man, which I didn't even love. 'It will be the best for our families and the business. You and Phil will make a great couple,' he had said. I had not even the chance to complain. My father was strict and what he said counted. Sometimes I wished for my mum to still live... She would've never let that happen, but since she died ten years ago, everything changed. Father changed. He became colder, bitter. And I was the first person, who got to feel that side of him at first hand. And now? Now my life was made of living in a fancy villa on Mallorca, spending the whole day with doing luxury things and accompanying my husband to 'meetings' all around the world. That may sound dreamlike - and it was in a kind of way, but... I wasn't happy. Phil wasn't the right man. What is all the money worth, when your heart longed for real, true love? Right. Nothing. I just wanted to be... normal again and not 'the wife of Phil Arison'…

Again, a heavy sigh left my lips. But that was impossible. I had my responsibilities and duties towards Phil as his wife and as much as it hurt me, I needed to follow them. Besides, if I would decide to get divorced, my father would be the first in line to kill me. As often as I toyed with that thought, it was just wishful thinking. I was trapped inside that life. In that life I didn't want to live, but had no other chance than to do so. Little did I know, that the fateful vacation in Cairo would change everything...

I grabbed my suitcase and bag and made my way down our private elevator, towards the big yard. Phil was already there, leaned in his black suit against the black Range Rover, tapping impatiently his foot. "Finally... Come on, Riley!" With quick steps I was at the car. "Yes, sorry, I couldn't find my bikini," I lied, giving him a half fake smile. I didn't want to tell him, that I got lost in my daydreams again. He wouldn't appreciate that. By now I knew this man... Phil didn't care about the thoughts running through my head or the troubles which made my heart heavy or the demons which hunted me down sometimes. I was married and yet on my own. Alone. Therefore, that our relationship was anyway build on lies, didn't matter one more or less. Daniel - our personal chauffeur and right-hand man stowed away my luggage in the trunk of the car, then opened the door for me to sit in. "Mrs. Arison." I gave him a friendly smile, "Thanks." and sat in the car, beside Phil. "We have to be at least in eight hours at the Nefertiti Hotel in Cairo. Maryse will await me there - and I want to be well rested, before it's time to get to business." Maryse. One of his 'secretaries'. Or how I like to call them: Personal bitches. I had to suppress a bitter laugh. I knew it. I knew that he had other women beside me. I knew that he had several affairs behind my back. I was simply not enough for him. That was a thing I had accepted a long time ago. He thought I didn't know... But I did. Of course, Phil tried to hide it, but it was quite easy for me to count one and one together. How often he was hours and hours away, sometimes the whole night on so called 'meetings'. Or how he smelled like not exactly decent women perfume, when he crawled in bed to me late at night. Or the lipstick smudges he tried to cover up with the collar of his shirts. At first it really hurt me, after I found out, but meanwhile was it almost actually a blessing... Because that meant that I didn't have to sleep with him so often. Nevertheless, didn't change it the fact, that my husband cheated on me. A thing we swore to never do in marriage. But well... Promises can be broken... Even a marriage promise. "I'm sure we can make it to be on time in the hotel," I answered, giving him another fake smile. Daniel took us to the airport, on which our private jet already waited. We quickly got inside the plane, heading off towards Egypt.

We landed exactly seven hours later in Cairo. The sun hung already low, on the verge of sinking, as my feet touched Egyptian ground. The first thing I noticed was the temperature. Damn, it was hot... Way hotter than in Mallorca...                                                                                                            I never was in Cairo before, therefore I was quite excited about it, looked around and tried to soak in my surroundings - even if it was almost dark. "Riley, come. Our car waits," Phil said, arms slinging around my middle to pull me closer. "You can explore Cairo tomorrow, darling." I nodded, smiled again at him. Phil reciprocated my smile and pressed a kiss on my cheek, before taking my hand and pulling me after him. A taxi brought us straight through the city to the famous, five-star Nefertiti Hotel. It was super big and expensive looking. Yes, I was in a few cities already with Phil and also in a lot of hotels - but none of them was so splendid and luxurious like this one. Together, we entered the hotel, went through the big open glass door. My eyes went wide in awe and my brain tried to process what my eyes saw. The lobby was big. Really big. Decorated with big white columns, obviously made out of marble or so. Just like the floor. White and black stone slabs formed the floor. In the middle of this huge lobby stood a fountain, surrounded by little plants and lanterns. Everything was a bit Arabic breathed on and you could literally smell the Egyptian flair. It was simply amazing. I was beyond stunned. Maybe, just maybe this vacation wouldn't be that bad at all...

While I was still looking around and drinking in this amazing location, Phil walked already towards the reception desk to get us checked in. I didn't even recognize that. Well, not until he approached me again. "Riley, darling, you coming?" I spun quickly on my heels, facing him. "Um, yes, sure, in a minute. I'd like to look a bit further around." His expression told me, that he wasn't that pleased with my answer. "Fine, but I want that beautiful ass of yours in five minutes in my bed, yes?" I swallowed, but nodded. "Yes, sure." He gave me a nod. "The Concierge brought your stuff already up to the room as well." Then he left. "Alright, thanks," I mumbled, but he was already out of sight.

Call me stupid, but I was so fascinated by that lobby, I didn't know where to look or go first. "Can I help you, Madam?" I almost jumped out of my skin, when I heard another voice speaking up behind me. I turned around, facing whoever had addressed me - and looked straight into the face of a man in a neat dark blue, almost black suit, white shirt and gold-ish tie. His short blonde curls with hues of brown were styled to perfection and the man's sharp cheekbones and cheeks were covered with a slight stubble. He had a friendly, warm smile on his lips and his shining, bright blue eyes looked at me. They were as bright as the ocean and so deep, that I was shortly afraid I would lose myself in them. "Excuse me, please, I didn't mean to startle you, Miss..." It took me a moment to get myself out of my thoughts. "Arison." I cleared my throat. "Mrs. Arison." His polite smile widened. "Mrs. Arison. My name is Pine. I am the Night Manager here." The Night Manager? I gave him a friendly smile as well. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Pine." Mr. Pine gave me a polite nod. "Can I help you somehow, Madam?" "Oh, um, not really. I just wanted to look around a bit." "I could show you around, if you like." What a friendly and courteous man he was... "Yes, I'd like that-" My gaze drifted coincidentally to the big clock, hanging over the reception desk - and I froze. The five minutes Phil gave me, were over."B-But I think I should go to my room now. It got quite late a-and after the flight I should rest a bit." "Of course, Mrs. Arison. Maybe tomorrow?" "Maybe, yes." "Shall I escort you to your room?" Speaking of that... Oh no... I didn't even know where my room was. Stupid, Riley… Very stupid. So, I agreed. "Yes, thank you, Mr. Pine." He escorted me to my room in silence, stopped in front of the 'Hatshepsut Suite'. "There we are." I gave him another small smile. "Thank you." "Anytime, Mrs. Arison. Good night." Mr. Pine made a slight bow, "Good night." then left. I looked after him with a smile until he vanished around the corner. What a gentleman... I opened the door to the suite, stepped in and shut the door again behind me. That smile I had on my lips, got quickly swept away again. "Five minutes... I said five minutes!" I flinched at my husband's words. "I-I know... I'm sorry I-" "Shut up and get on the bed. I'm starving..." Phil interrupted me, coldly. His eyes practically undressing me and the look on his face left no chance for discussions. You are his wife, I reminded myself. You have your duties. So, I did what he asked me to.

At the start of mine and Phil's 'relationship', I tried to convince myself, that we were going to make indeed a great couple. Trying to convince me, that I could actually fall for him... Pretended to fall for him. Lied to myself that I have fallen for him. I didn't, of course. At least not hard. This all had nothing to do with love. It was business. We both knew it. For Phil was this all a great deal in contrast to me. He had even more money now, could buy whatever he desired, was a respected business man, the company boomed and he got me - the icing of the cake. A woman he could show off and especially use as his personal amusement toy. And what did I get from that 'deal'? A life full of unhappiness and coercion. A life without a perspective on a happy end. On love. On a own life. Come on... A bit dreaming was allowed, wasn't it? My gaze drifted to my right. Phil laid on his side with his back towards me. The lamps of our nightstand illuminated the room, drowned it in a soft orange. I sighed. I needed a bit... space - and therefore, that Phil was deep asleep, I stood up and got dressed again, before sneaking quietly out of our room. The hotel was completely quiet. No single guest or stuff could be seen. Well, no wonder... It was meanwhile almost midnight. Actually, I just wanted to walk around a bit, to sort my thoughts, but somehow my feet let me down to the impressive lobby again.

a/n: Let me know, if you want to be tagged in this story! :)

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Start With Forever

Relationship: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Fandom: Marvel

A/N: So to give me more time on finishing longer stories for y’all, I decided to drop some of my works that I originally posted on my IG, some of them will be edited and will be a little longer than they originally were, but won’t be edited too crazy. So with that, hope y’all enjoy them!

Summary: Having your first dance with the love of your life is all you ever needed to feel complete.

Word Count: 918

Warnings: (None) Fluff, First Dance, Wedding, Happiness, Gentle Kisses, Just Absolutely Pure Fluff.

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Enjoy! 💙✨

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Having your first dance with your lovely husband is all you’ve been waiting for, the cake was a good moment, yes, but your first slow dance together is what you dreamed of. And it was finally happening, after many hours later. While slowly dancing you were not thinking about everyone else in the hall, not thinking about the slow music playing through the speakers and certainly not thinking about cameras filming this beautiful moment. All you cared about was Tom, who’s in your arms, slowly swaying you to the music, gently spinning you every once and a while before pulling you back in his arms and leaning his forehead against yours. Awhile softly humming to the music.

“I love you Mrs. Hiddleston,” A wide smile spreads on your face at his words, causing you to do the same,

“And I love you, Mr. Hiddleston,” A wide, warm smile spreads on his before angling his head and letting his lips connect with your own, smiling and chuckling against your lips when everyone bursts into cheers and whistles,

You on the other hand couldn’t help hide your face in the crook of his neck from shyness, causing another deep chuckle to escape from him, but nonetheless let’s his cheek lean against the crown of your head as he continues to sway you two with the music.

Once the song ended, another round of cheers and whistles erupted the hall, causing you both to smile widely, but you being the shy one you hide your face with Tom’s chest. Again. Through the loud commotion, you slightly hear his deep chuckle before feeling a warm hand on the side of your cheek. With little effort he brings your face back to his own, he smiles down at you and places another small kiss. You smile against his lips, not wanting to break away from his lips or him in general, you slip your arms around his waist and hug him tightly.

Tom slightly pulls back to see your (E/C) eyes before giving you a small peck on your forehead. As you two remained on the dance floor, the DJ smoothly announces the floor is now open for people to joined and began dancing to the upbeat music, you two however remained slow dancing in each other’s arms. Some song from a familiar band plays loudly, causing people to move with the beat with their partners, but you and Tom remained moving slow and steady. Dancing your asses off can wait, right now you two are enjoying the moment and each other’s hold.

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The Following Morning

Stirring from his sleep, Tom wakes up to the sound of Seagulls flying by and waves crash ashore. Through drowsy eyes, he manages to see outside his window, noticing the sun was barely peaking out. Slightly looking down where you still remained sound asleep in his arms, a small smile tugs on the mans lips as he takes in your beautiful sleeping form. Realizing then and there, that this would be his life now, getting the opportunity to wake up next to you, forever. He honestly, still, doesn’t understand how he was able to find someone like you, find the perfect wife that’ll love him the same way he loves back. Doesn’t understand how he got so lucky to have you. He just doesn’t.

After a while of admiring your sleeping form, he carefully and slowly peels away from you before getting up from bed. Slipping on his shirt and briefs that laid on the floor, he makes his way out towards the balcony to watch the sunset, to have some alone time, to gather his mind around reality for a minute. The weather was rather warm, a small fresh breeze hitting his skin every so often when the waves crash against shore. Closing his eyes he inhales deeply through his nose, getting a fresh scent of nature, and feeling the way his exhausted body relaxes almost instantly. As Tom stood out in the balcony, overlooking the beautiful sunset and the crashing waves, a warm hand snaking into his breaks him out of his thoughts.

“What are you doing out here?” You ask, leaning your cheek against his shoulder,

Tom looks down at you, smile tugging on his lips, “Processing everything,”

His heart flutters in his chest at the sight of you wearing his white button up from the previous night, with your (H/C) hair resting messily on your shoulders. He can definitely get use to waking up to this.

You chuckle, “Still can’t believe it huh?”

He shakes his head, “Knowing that you are finally my wife? Yeah.. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to,”

You smile up at him before reaching out to peck his lips and settling in between his chest to watch the sunrise with him. His arms wrap tightly around your frame, chin resting on top of your head as you both stare out to the beautiful island. While doing so, your lips curl upwards when you suddenly feel the way his fingers play with your wedding band. The gesture was adorable, yet, just like him, you also couldn’t believe he was your husband as well. Whatever feelings he must be feeling at the moment were most definitely the same feelings you had as you stayed in his arms, cherishing the morning with him. Making core memories like this one is all you want and all you hoped for, because he was your forever. Just like how you were his.

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-Hope y’all enjoyed this one as well!! Stay tuned for more short-ish stories while I continue to work on the larger series!!

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14 days of valentines masterlist

Here are all of the stories created for this project by all the writers who joined in!

@muddyorbsblr

not a fever – James Conrad x Reader | smut hypotheticals & distractions – Magnus Martinsson x Reader | smut, fluff all the right answers – Tom Hiddleston x Reader | smut, fluff midnight cravings – Loki x Reader | smut paris – Jonathan Pine x Reader | smutty eyes on me, darling – Loki x Reader | smut forgive me, father – Will Ransome x Reader | smut thirty seconds – Loki x Reader | smut keep me safe – James Conrad x Reader | smut, fluff duty of care – Jonathan Pine x Reader | smut, fluff maintain our cover – Older Magnus Martinsson x Reader | smut i have never – Tom Hiddleston x Reader | fluff w/ a side of steam measurements – Will Ransome x Reader | smut relinquish the crown: obsessions & fantasies – Loki x Reader | smut, fluff

@literatureatthebowofnails

the dance – Loki x Reader | fluff the date – Loki x Reader | fluff the dalliance – Loki x Reader | fluff the dream – Loki x Reader | smut the disappearance – Loki x Reader | angst the discernment – Loki x Reader | fluff the disclosure – Loki x Reader | fluff the danish – Loki x Reader | smut, fluff

@joyful-enchantress

love at first bite – Adam x Reader | smut, fluff, angst

@ijuststareatstuffhereok89

our mrs loki – Loki x Reader | angst, comfort old mrs loki – Loki x Reader | angst, comfort

@psychospore

read it out loud for me, darling – Loki x Reader | fluff valentine blues – Loki x Reader | fluff, angst

@gigglingtigger

the st valentine's day massacre – Loki x OFC | humor, fluff

@give-me-a-moose

by hook or by crook: silly squabbles – Loki x Reader | angst to fluff

@sarahscribbles

emerald lace – Loki x Reader | smut

@ladycamillewrites

amnesia – Will Ransome x Reader | smut

@coldnique

carrara marble – Loki x Reader | fluff, smut

@cheekyscamp

lay all your love on me – Loki x Reader | smut

@chantsdemarins

high moon: where does heartbreak get stored if not in your quantum drive? – Loki x Reader | slight angst, slight steam find tom – Tom Hiddleston x Reader | slight heat

@lokiprompts

burning words – Loki x Reader | fluff, comfort

[smolvenger]

Time for Carrie's Birthday Celebration Starting 01/07 and going on until 01/12!

Helloooooo friends! My birthday is January 10th (turning 29), so I thought we could do a little thing! Let's do a *drumroll* BIRTHDAY CELERATION SLEEPOVERRRRR!

A fun little light hearted thing!

Tell me about or send me these emojis for...

something you’re looking forward to!! 👀

about what you’re reading/watching 📖

your pet(s) <3 🐶🐱🐰🐹

your go to shoes/jacket/accessories 👟

ANYTHING!! 🕸

songs (rn or all time) 🎵

comfort film, show, or read (+ favorite scene) 🧸

animal (+ when’s the last time you saw one) 🐢

bad joke or reference (+ if you say it often) 🙊

FMK! 🍑🔪make me pick and I'l do the same for you

would you rather?

never have i ever… 🖐

MASH 🏡

confessions: 💭

Or ship me with someone or a character (if it ever gets to our boy, Loki, pick a specific era) and I'll ship one with YOU

I am also opening BLURBS based on several of these blorbos so give me a character or person and I will write a blurb based off of Fanfic/Book Tropes!

Characters I am willing to write for:

Loki (ofc)

President Loki

Jonathan Pine

Robert Laing

James Conrad

Prince Hal/Henry V

Sir Thomas Sharpe

Caius Martius Coriolanus

William Buxton

Professor! Tom Hiddleston

So pick one and one of the following BookTok/Fanfic tropes:

"Who did this to you?"

"My wife"

"Touch her and you die"

AU: Modern, Tudor, Regency/Austen/Bridgerton, anything

Arranged Marriage

Enemies to Lovers

Friends to Lovers

He falls first

First Date

Proposal

Wedding

First Baby

Love Confession

Meet Cute

Forced Proximity

And There Was One Bed!

Grumpy x Sunshine

With any of these, if you want, you CAN request the blurb be on the spicy side and I will oblige, heheheh

I don't know what my birthday will bring and I don't want to feel lonely or the pain of not accomplishing enough and getting older so let's make this a fun one!

@asgards-princess-of-mischief @jennyggggrrr @five-miles-over @fictive-sl0th @ladycamillewrites @villainousshakespeare @holdmytesseract @eleniblue @twhxhck @lokisgoodgirl @lovelysizzlingbluebird @raqnarokr @holymultiplefandomsbatman @michelleleewise @wolfsmom1 @cheekyscamp @mochie85 @fandxmslxt69 @skittslackoffilter @mischief2sarawr @loz-3 @liminalpebble

Masterlist for my works can be found here.

[stormyelliotwritez]

okie dokie so here's the fandom list and the characters i'll write for. i will update this at times so yeah, here we go.

supernatural (dean winchester, sam winchester (not soulless or lucifer sam though), castiel, lucifer, balthazar, bobby (platonic only for jack and charlie))

911 and 911 lone star (tk strand, carlos reyes, evan buckley, eddie diaz, paul strickland, christopher diaz (platonic only), chimney, hen, owen strand)

stranger things (eddie munson, steve harrington, the kids (only platonic), robin buckley (platonic only), nancy wheeler, jonathan byers, argyle, hopper, joyce)

house md (gregory house, james wilson, lisa cuddy and i can write foreman, chase and cameron but i can't promise it will be good. also im only on like season 3 so yeah.)

doctor who (any new who doctors and companions and friends tho coz im writing male reader bill, jenny and vastra will be platonic only coz otherwise that just feels weird also probably platonic for yaz and 13. also any masters because i love them and am obsessed with them)

hannibal (just hannibal and will coz im only on like the first season so it'll be based on vibes mostly)

star wars (like anyone basically just not palpatine and the creepy bad guys like the blue one or moff gideon. i am obsessed with clones and bounty hunters so yeah!)

batfam and dc (anyone basically coz ive got a pretty good grasp of most of their characters. if anyone requests the joker, i will probs mean like lego batman or the animated tv shows joker so the one who isn't an ass and is a bit gay. if they're lesbians, it will be platonic though.)

marvel (anyone like please just give me ideas of marvel stuff to write. i will need like a really good idea to be convinced to write for tony because he pisses me off sometimes. also team red and loki tv show are like my favs so i will write actual masterpieces for those)

criminal minds (the bau gang and also clyde easter like please just request him for giggles otherwise i'll just write stuff for him unprompted)

the mentalist, castle and bones (just the main crews)

good omens (aziraphale and crowley (platonic only) also like any of the other characters besides metatron because i wanna murder him in his sleep (: so yep)

marauders (the marauders obvs, the Valkyries and the Slytherins)

sherlock bbc (sherlock, john, molly, jim, greg, mycroft)

star trek (the one with chris pine) (bones, kirk, spock, scotty) (i can do the old tv show, i just haven't watched much)

the addams family (im talking like the live action movies and the animated because i watched one episode of wednesday and it sucked ngl so yeah. ill write for the whole family so yeppity yep)

shameless (the gallaghers tho not lip and debbie when they're in their problematic arcs mostly because im not up to there and also kev and v but only platonic for them and mickey ofc)

kingsman (eggsy, harry, merlin, agent whiskey)

ghosts bbc (any of the ghosts and also allison and mike)

gravity falls (anyone basically except for gideon and his dad)

hades the video game (anyone tho i don't think anyone would request this)

the x-files (mulder, scully, skinner, the lone gunmen)

spiderverse (hobie, miles, gwen, noir, pav, peter b parker, miles universe peter, miguel (only if you wanna get into a fight with him))

person of interest (reese, finch, fosco, carter, root) (i'm only on s2, i think)

i think thats it so yeah! :)

please send in requests tho ive got no idea if anyone will see this but yeah!

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Fundamental Differing

Chapter X: It’s All Hate And Money

masterlist | playlist | pinboard | chapter ix

summary: an idea is proposed by your label that you’re not sure you want to take part in, especially given the circumstances.

tags: hurt/no comfort but barely, angst, fake dating, slow burn, idiots in love, mutual pining, mutual heartbreak, these two are so stupid sometimes it hurts

a/n: i’m so sorry this took so long and it’s still not very long, but it DID inspire me to keep going! also yeah, ofc i brought the angst back. bc that was the whole plot. just stupid ppl that cannot communicate right now bc they r afraid!!! also if any of my links are broken pls let me know, im trying to fix them but they decide to work half the time?? Disclaimer: I do not give permission to have my work reposted on other sites. Reblogs are more than welcome, but please inform me if you find my work elsewhere unless otherwise stated. Reblog to support the author!

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July 1986

The breeze is refreshing, despite it blowing your hair into your face. Eddie sits next to you, hands behind his head as he lay in the sun. He’s showing off his tattoos, including the one he’d gotten from you last month, your initials in your handwriting scratched neatly above his hip. In front of you, Robin and Steve splash each other in the lake, both of them shrieking and laughing as the cool water hits their faces. Your heart is full, spending the weekend at Steve’s parents’ unused lake house with your closest friends. Nancy and Jonathan arrive tomorrow, and the five of you have plans to roast marshmallows and sing songs like in all those cheesy horror movies. You could do this every day for the rest of your life, and be perfectly happy. You know Eddie doesn’t feel that way, he gets restless in places so still, and you have this deep, irrational fear that his urge to keep moving will end up being your downfall. But right now, that’s a non-problem. You return to your book, The Harlequin’s Son, as Eddie cranks the boombox up another few notches to blast Beach Boys Surfin USA.

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Present Day

Eddie’s POV

“Eddie! Is Sweetheart about Y/n?” “Was Pretty Boy written about you?” “How long have you and Y/n been together?” “Eddie, where’s Y/n?” The questions are hurled at him by fans and journalists alike as he enters the venue, cameras flashing in his face as Steve tries to shield him.

“We have no comment at this time, thank you! Bye!” Steve shoos the mob as well as he can manage, holding his hand out in front of photographers. Eddie keeps his head down, saying nothing as the door swings open for him and his band.

“Hey, they’ll let it go, it’s just fresh right now.” Steve reassured him, a comforting hand landing on his shoulder.

“It’s not them I’m worried about.” He looks around, every backstage of every venue looks the same to him, but you’re in the wings, lugging your guitar and amp to the stage as crew members set up pedal boards and wires. You look up then, and offer Eddie the smallest of smiles that he returns with a shy wave.

“I’m sure Y/n is fine, too.”

“You haven’t talked to them?”

“I’ve been busy with your temperamental ass!” Steve jokes, nudging him. “Besides, they’re a lot stronger than you think.”

“Hey. I know that. You think I don’t know that? We were together for like, four years. That isn’t my point.” It’s his turn to be defensive. He’s never doubted your strength, it’s your temper he’s concerned with. You’re not one to shy away from chewing someone out for a wrong assumption.

He looks from Steve back to you, watching as you chat with a crew member about something. You’re in plain jeans and a tight black t-shirt, your hair tied on top of your head haphazardly.

He feels a second nudge. “Stare more, would ya?” Robin’s appeared on Eddie’s other side.

“Who’s staring? I’m not staring.”

“And I’m not a lesbian. Try to blink, you’ll look less obvious.” Her smirk makes his eye twitch. “Or, y’know. You could just go say hi. Like friends do.”

“Seriously? You’re giving me shit about this too?” Eddie groans, craning his neck to the ceiling in irritation.

“Of course I am! If you guys are gonna do this dance the whole time we’re touring, I'm gonna get my jokes in!” This causes Steve to snicker.

“Listen, I’m only gonna say this once. Y/n and I are adults. You two are being so immature about this. There is absolutely nothing else between us, okay? Nothing.” Steve and Robin exchange a look, and begin to giggle again. “Cut it out!” Eddie whines, then startles when he feels a light tap on his shoulder. He turns around to find you, sparkly eyed with a tight smile on your lips.

“We need to talk.”

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Your POV

You don’t mention what you’d heard from Eddie’s lips, but you feel your heart sting a little. Nothing else between us? Bullshit. But now isn’t the time to call him out on it.

“What’s up?” Eddie leans against the doorframe of the dressing room, arms crossed casually.

“I just got a call from my label. They, uh, saw the magazine article.” You keep your voice low, not wanting to alert your gaggle of friends hanging out inside the dressing room. “They want us to play into it.”

“Play into it?” Eddie quirks an eyebrow teasingly. You’re sure he knows exactly what you’re talking about, but he wants to hear you say it.

You groan. “They want us to be seen together more, out in public. Hold hands and shit.”

“They want us to date for publicity?”

You shrug. “Pretty much.”

“Do you want that?” He sounds sincere, even concerned.

“I don’t know if I have that choice.”

Eddie straightens his posture. “You always have a choice. It’s your life, regardless of what your label wants you to do.”

You sigh. He means well, you know that, but it would be so much more added stress to fight with executives while on tour. “Well, what do you think?”

“You know I’m always down to play tricks on the public,” he laughs, “and if you don’t mind being around me all the time, I’ll definitely do it.” You can’t get a read on him. If he doesn’t have feelings for you, why would he want to pretend?

“Okay. Then let’s play some tricks, yeah?” You offer your hand, and he stares. “You’re supposed to shake it.”

He blinks his stare away, and grasps your right hand in his. “Let’s do it.” He nods, and you can’t help but smile.

—

Your anxiety is skyrocketing tonight. With the added weight of this dating scheme, you barely have the mental capacity to make it through soundcheck.

“Are you okay?” Robin approaches you when you fumble the chords to Pretty Boy again, wincing as you sing the lyrics you’d written so many years ago.

“You have to promise not to tell anyone. Not even Steve.” You’re whispering, even though you really don’t care if your bandmates find out. But Steve will try to protect you, probably going as far as making a scene in front of the label execs if he deemed necessary, and that was way too much to deal with right now.

“Consider my lips locked.” Robin makes a point of zipping her lips, locking them, and tossing the imaginary key behind her shoulder. You fill her in on your plan, not mentioning your nerves or feelings the entire time.

“And you think this is a good idea?” She asks when you’ve finished your rant. She’s not saying it to bite, she genuinely seems worried for you.

You shrug. “Probably not, but DDA is still new, we could get kicked off the label if we object to them this early. And they talked to CC’s agent already, so we pretty much have to do it.”

“But, what if you get the feelies again? Or worse, what if you don’t get the feelies, and now you’re lying to the world and to yourself?”

“First of all, feelies, Robin? Are we twelve? And secondly, I know. I'm screwed either way. Eddie already said he didn’t have feelings for me, so it’s not like-“

Robin interrupts you, waving her hand frantically. “When did he say that?”

“I overheard him talking to you and Steve earlier. ‘There is nothing else between us. Nothing.’.” You mimic Eddie’s gruff voice as you quote him, warning a chuckle from your bassist.

“You know that’s like, total bullshit, right?”

“No, I don’t! I can’t figure him out anymore, and frankly I don’t see why I have to.”

Robin pinches between her eyes like a disappointed mother. “You don’t. But you should figure your own shit out. Might be healing.”

You roll your eyes. “Whatever. This could totally be my undoing, I am very aware. But this could also be the push I need to make a decision. Either I’m over him, or I’m not.”

Robin pats your shoulder lovingly. “Okay, babes. Whatever you want. But maybe stop thinking about it until after we rock the shit out of this place, okay?”

You nod, finding the first chord again, and playing it perfectly. “Right. Let’s do this shit.”

—

Eddie’s POV

He taps his foot along anxiously with the house music, currently Blind Melon’s Tones of Home. His pen bounces up and down frantically in his hand, tapping against his frayed leather bound journal. A melody has been stuck in his head all day, but he can’t bring the words to match it. He’s about to throw in the towel when he feels another presence in the room.

He glances up, and his eyes meet with yours in the mirror. He whips his head around, startled by your stealth. “Hey, sw- hey, you.” He chuckles, feeling his cheeks heat up at the slip up. “Sorry, practicing.”

You shake your head, a small smile on your lips. “Hey. I wanted to be the one to tell you, there’s a lot of press here tonight. I heard Rolling Stone might try talking to you.” Your voice shakes slightly as you deliver the information.

Eddie is far too used to the overwhelming amount of public attention that comes with being a successful musician. It’s something he can’t stand, and you know that well. Nosy reporters were a huge reason he didn’t like when you would go on tour with him when the two of you actually were together. He was insistent on you not being seen with him, because he didn’t want them twisting your image. It was a selfish thing, Eddie realizes now. You are more than capable of taking care of yourself, but Eddie didn’t want to share you with the world. You were his to protect, and only his to be in love with.

But the world is falling in love with you now, for something you had created without him, and he feels all the pride for you in the world. Every day he wishes he’d been more supportive. Maybe this is his second chance?

“Thank you for the warning.” Eddie answers after a beat too long. You nod your head once, and pivot to leave the room when Eddie hears himself call, “Wait!” You turn to him again, waiting for him to continue. “You, uh, you think you could help me with something?” Eddie’s shy again, suddenly, like he’s back in high school asking you to go to prom with him. And he wasn’t even shy when he asked you to prom.

“Sure, what is it?” You walk deeper into the room, and Eddie moves aside to make room at the small vanity mirror. He slides his open journal toward you, where the page is littered in words crossed out, rewritten, and crossed out again. He snatches his guitar from where it leans against the wall, throwing it over his lap in a swift motion, despite the tight space.

“I have had this thing, this melody stuck in my head all day, and I either need to know if I came up with it, or if I’m remembering it from somewhere.”

He finds the first notes, fingering the strings expertly to a twinkling melody.

—

Your POV

You are really trying to focus on the song he’s playing. It does sound familiar to you, but you can only hear it like this, unfinished and on the fly. You squeeze your eyes shut in concentration, really focusing on the way the song flows together, trying to put words to it that escape you.

Until you figure it out. Your eyes fly open, wide as the memory comes back to you with full force. “Oh my god.” You throw a hand over your mouth.

Eddie stops suddenly, and looks back to you in the mirror. “Shit, is this someone else’s song? I thought I had something really fuckin’ good here!”

“No, no. Well, yes and no.” Eddie raises an eyebrow at your confusing response. “It, uh. That’s the song we wrote together. Like, right after graduation, when we went to Steve’s lake house. You played it on that really gross acoustic guitar that was in the garage, the one we found when we were—“ You don’t finish the sentence, knowing the raunchy turn the story takes. “Anyway, we started fuckin’ around with it, ‘member? And you came up with that—“ you point lazily to his guitar still in his lap, “but we never put words to it, we kinda just forgot. That is insane.”

—

Eddie’s POV

The memory washes over him, like a tidal wave pulling him under. You’d had the guitar in your lap, strumming lazy chords as you tuned the old, barely usable guitar that had belonged to Steve’s mother in another life. He remembers how hot that day had been, a record breaking heatwave baking the entirety of the midwest. Your hair was piled high on your head to keep it off your sticky skin, glimmering with perspiration. You wore only a bikini top and shorts, feet bare and dirty with the mud of the backyard. He’d stolen the guitar from you, plucking the same chords he’d just been playing, You’d started humming, then eventually singing, to his music, a soft smile on your face as your eyes closed, focusing on the way the two sounded together. He remembers everything else about that night, too, from the clumsy sex in the shed to the bonfire surrounded by his favorite people.

He finally turns around, his head purposefully craned up to avoid being eye level with your chest. The space between you two is small, and he feels his heart rate quicken. “Oh, shit.” Is all he says, being rendered speechless by the discovery.

“No, I mean, it’s okay! It’s such a pretty tune it’d be a shame if one of us didn’t use it. You should!” He can’t help but hear the slight disappointment in your voice, like you feel something was taken from you, by him. The idea comes almost as quickly as the memory had. “What if we just, put the song out?”

You place a hand on your hip. “What, like as a duet?”

Eddie nods, feeling the hope take hold in his chest. “Yeah! Yeah, we could write it, record it when we stop in New York maybe, or even after the tour if you want. And the suits would eat it up, too. Especially with this whole thing we got goin’ on,” He gestures to the space between your bodies.

“Oh. So this would be like, a money grab for you?” The hurt is clear in your wavering voice, and Eddie’s smile is wiped from his face.

“No, of course not.”

“No, right, but it’s a nice little extra. Have your cake and eat it too, right?” Wrong. So wrong, but what is Eddie supposed to do? Now is not the time to be confessing that he’s still completely enamored with you, head over heels in love. It’s so unfair to you, to both of you, to put that out there right this second.

“I mean, if you wanna look at it like that, yeah. The extra money would be nice. But it would also be cool just to work with you again. For real this time, as friends.” He’s praying it’s a good enough save.

You shrug. “We can try, but I’m not confident in our ability to work together.” There’s a bite to your words, and Eddie winces. “But I gotta go, we’re on in an hour.” You turn, and leave the room with an extra sense of urgency.

“Jesus Christ.” Eddie puts his guitar down, and throws his head into his hands.

—

Your POV

You angrily wipe the tear that’s escaped from your tear duct, annoyed with your own sensitivity. You’re absolutely overreacting, but the pain in your throat threatens to suffocate you if you don’t immediately do something about it.

And so, with nothing else running through your mind besides Eddie, the memories of him contrasting deeply with who he’s become, you stomp past your bandmates as they put the finishing touches on their makeup and hair, you slam the bathroom door behind you. You’d swiped the scissors from Harley months ago, and keep them in your toiletries bag for things like this. You grab a fistful of your hair and chop, not stopping to measure the length. You repeat the ritual on the other side, and again across the front of your face. When you’re finished, your hair looks like you lost a bet, your eyes are puffy from crying, and a string of snot has fallen down your face. You wipe it with your sleeve, and quickly change into the outfit hanging up on the towel rack: black sheer tights and a baby pink lingerie nightgown you’d thrifted in Montreal. You throw your leather jacket over it, do your makeup haphazardly as you hold the rest of your tears in, and apply an excessive amount of deodorant. You step out of the bathroom, and are immediately met with the horrified looks of your friends.

“What did you do?!” Sylvie throws their hands over their mouth in shock, and Lilith’s jaw unhinges as she gasps.

You shrug. “Needed a change. Now let’s rock the shit out of this place, huh?”

Your bandmates move to leave the room, not about to engage with your suddenly erratic behavior. You’re grateful for their silence, knowing you probably look ridiculous. This will give the press something else to talk about.

The noise of the crowd grows louder as you approach the wing. “Alright guys, go out there and-“ Steve cuts himself off as his eyes scan over you. “What the hell happened?”

Robin is quick to speak. “They’re fine. Don’t worry about this right now.”

“Right, but there are so many cameras out there, and I-“

“Steve!” Robin interrupts, shaking her head. “Not. Right. Now.”

Steve surrenders, lips tight. “Okay. Right. Go kick some ass!” He hugs each of your bandmates before they go on stage. When he gets to you, he rests a gentle hand on your shoulder, and pulls back when he discovers you’re shaking. “Are you alright?”

“Later.” You say shortly. More words about the subject will make you cry again. “I promise.”

“Okay. I love you. Do your thing.” He brings you into his hug, and you relish in your best friend’s warmth for a few seconds too long. The crowd is losing their minds.

“Okay, I gotta go.” And he lets you go. You walk onstage, and are blinded by the stage lights. The crowd never falters, even after seeing your new abomination of a haircut that Harley will surely kill you for later. Cameras flash from all corners of the room while fans whoop and holler for your band.

“What the fuck is up, Portland?!” You scream into the mic, and the answer is thousands of screams in your direction. “I just cut my hair in the bathroom, let’s fuckin’ party!” Lilith clicks her sticks together to count you off, and you launch into the first song of your set.

—

chapter xi

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Happy New Year, (Dangerous Night) One Shot!

Melissa smiled when she felt a familiar strong arm wrap around her, pulling her flush into his side.

‘You’ve certainly pulled off the best New Years Eve party this island has ever seen.’ Jonathan purred into her ear, making her tremble as she felt his warm breath against her skin.

‘It is pretty spectacular, isn’t it?’ She grinned and turned round into him more so she could slip her arms back around him.

Jonathan matched her grin and dipped his head down to capture her lips. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and teased her, then kissed down her neck and slid his hands down her back to squeeze her bum, making her giggle.

Since Jonathan and Melissa had taken over the business seven months ago, after the small blip at the start, she had slipped into life as boss so easily. Like she was made to be at Jonathan’s side running the show with him.

They normally held a huge New Years Eve party at the villa every year, but this year Melissa wanted to organise it all. Letting Jonathan continue with the other business. But it also gave her a chance to invite some of their clients, and make some new ones.

She had managed to get the biggest firework display in the country organised for when the bells went at midnight, which everyone loved. And she had been able to get a pretty well-known band to play there for most of the night too. Paying them a hefty amount that they simply couldn’t turn down, even cancelling a gig they had already been booked to do.

Now it was almost three in the morning and the party was still raging on, the band was still playing and people were still dancing, drinking and eating. Melissa had taken some time out to look out over the party from the balcony upstairs when Jonathan joined her.

‘I think you’re letting all of this power go to your head, aren’t you, lovely?’ Jonathan hummed against her neck, smirking.

‘Mmmmmmmaybe a little bit.’ Melissa giggled again when Jonathan’s hands continued squeezing her bum and he found her favourite spot on her neck to suck on.

‘Well, perhaps I need to remind you who’s really in charge. Hmm?’ Jonathan slid his hands up her back.

‘I’d like to see you try.’ She teased and bit her lower lip in anticipation.

Jonathan let out a growl, but she ducked out from his arms and made a run for it while laughing. But she didn’t get far, not that she wanted to, before he caught up with her and grabbed hold of her. He lifted her up with ease and carried her down the hall into the nearest spare bedroom.

He tossed her onto the bed and while still laughing, she tried crawling away but he grabbed her ankle and dragged her, slowly, back towards him.

They had a little wrestling match when he climbed onto the bed with her. She managed to knock him down, but not for long as Jonathan was able to flip them over and get her under him. She rolled round onto her stomach and tried pulling herself out, but a firm hand at the back of her neck quickly had her immobilised right where he wanted her.

She whimpered and squirmed, incredibly aroused already. Jonathan slid his hand up her leg, under her dress.

When his hand got further up, he gasped. ‘Melissa. You naughty girl, where’s your panties?’ He growled as he brushed his fingers against her cunt, she was nice and wet already.

Melissa giggled and pressed against his hand for more as she turned her head slightly, as Jonathan’s hand around her neck loosened enough. ‘I was hoping you’d need quick access to me.’ She said innocently.

Jonathan growled and leaned over her, nibbling on her shoulder as he slowly started to pleasure her with his fingers, making her squirm even more. He could feel her arousal coating his fingers, she was so wet for him as always.

‘Mmm, my good little slut. Just can’t help being wet for me, can you?’ He tightened his grip around the back of her neck, making her moan and her eyes roll back in her head as he thrust two of his long fingers into her, his thumb rubbing her clit.

‘You act all bossy, like you’re in charge of everything in your life. But we both know you just can’t help but submit to me.’ He chuckled darkly when she clenched around his fingers, proving his point.

‘Please, fuck me.’ She whined, her mind was going haywire as he curled his fingers and dragged them along her g spot, making her toes curl.

Jonathan pulled his fingers out and smacked her ass, making her squeal. Then he moved between her legs and gripped her hips, pulling her up onto her hands and knees as he grinded against her soft cunt.

She moaned at feeling his hardness through his trousers pressing against her. He teased her like that for a while, reaching underneath her and slipping his hands into her dress to squeeze her breasts and brush his fingers over her hardened nipples. Driving her crazy with need.

‘Please, Sir. Please.’ She cried, desperate for him to fill her.

He couldn’t resist the sweet pleas coming from her, and he couldn’t resist her sweet cunt any longer either. So he quickly unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock, stroking himself a few times, he then lined up with her and pushed in home.

It was like they were made for each other every time they had sex. Fitting together so well, he always filled her up perfectly.

Jonathan grunted as he started thrusting into her, he gripped the back of her neck again and forced her upper body down onto the bed, just keeping her ass upwards. He chuckled when he felt her clench hard on his cock at the dominant action.

As Jonathan fucked her good and rough into the mattress, just when she was about to cum, he leaned down over her more and bit her earlobe. ‘Happy New Year, my pet. I can’t wait for another year with you, my wonderful partner.’

She screamed his name out loud as she came around his cock, making him cum too.

Jonathan released her neck and collapsed on top of her, but he was careful not crush her, they were both getting their breath back and giggling when they heard a noise that startled them both, making them sit up quickly to take a look.

‘Corky!’ Jonathan was shocked that he’d not noticed him passed out on the sofa at the other side of the room when they first entered. Though they hadn’t bothered turning on the lights, since there was enough light coming in the window from the party.

‘Keep it down you two. Get a room!’ Corky slurred and attempted to turn around, but he ended up falling off the sofa with a thud, making him groan, but then he fell asleep almost instantly again. As the sound of his snoring quickly filled the room.

Melissa started laughing as she hid her face against Jonathan’s chest. He put his arm around her and chuckled, kissing the top of her head.

‘Remind me to always put Corky to bed personally when he gets too drunk.’ He hummed low, making Melissa laugh some more.

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a/n: Chapter Two, here we go! :) Have fun, reading!

Warnings for this Chapter: uhh... mentions of nudity

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Chapter Two - Approaches

Jonathan's PoV

It was quiet in the hotel around this time. Well, it was mostly. Not always, though. Sometimes there were busier nights, but that was normal. I was at my place at the reception, hung over a few papers on which were the special wishes of some guests listed, who'd visit the hotel in the coming week, when I heard soft footsteps echoing through the big hall. My gaze shot immediately up in the direction of the footsteps - only to see the lady from the Hatshepsut Suite approaching me.

"Mrs. Arison... I didn't expect to see you until tomorrow. Can I do something for you?" I smiled politely at her. "Yes, me neither, but here I am," she let out a small giggle, tucking a strand of her blonde-brown hair behind her ear. "And yes, maybe you could. I saw that this beautiful hotel has a pool and I wondered if it's still open..." My smile widened a bit. "Of course it is, Madam. Would you allow me to escort you?" Again she smiled at me, blue eyes sparkling in the yellow-orange lights of the lobby. "Please lead the way." "Follow me, please." I showed her the way to the big pool, leading her down the hallways. It was quite a luxury one, I had to say. It was halfway inside the hotel and halfway outside the hotel, so our guests could decide where they wanted to swim. This late in the evening, no one was around. "Wow... This is quite stunning..." Mrs. Arison was visibly amazed. "It really is, yes." She looked around in awe – but what she did next shocked me quite a bit. I didn't expect it at all... She suddenly pulled her dress over her head, leaving her standing only in underwear. It happened so fast, my brain needed a few moments to process what my eyes saw. At the moment the information had reached my control centre, I turned quickly around. Never had done a guest that in front of me before. Never. "Mr. Pine, could you get me a towel? Oh and maybe a bath robe?" Mrs. Arison seemingly didn't care at all, that I was still present. A completely stranger. Usually, I kept always my cool. Hardly anything got to work me, but that... That took me off guard. I cleared my throat. "Of course." "Thanks, Mr. Pine," she said, an audible smile in her voice. Then I heard the sound of splattering water. She must've jumped inside the pool. I didn't want to turn around again and look. I really didn't. But... I couldn't help myself. So, I glanced shortly over my shoulder, but to the floor, seeing her dress and underwear lying in a pile just a bare meter away from the pool edge. She was naked. Dear god... I worked here for over three years now and I never had such a guest. No one ever put me in such a situation. It was... strange to me. I swallowed, took a deep breath and made quick steps away from the pool to get her a towel and a bathrobe.

I was even more insecure, when I got back to the pool area again. I took a deep breath, had only one thought on my mind… Don't look. She was a guest and it would be inappropriate for me as a worker to do that. But on the other hand… I was just a man after all - and I couldn't deny that this woman was more than attractive and utterly beautiful. I shook my head, no. She was a guest.

I stepped towards the pool - and despite all the attempts to not look, I did. Just to check where she was, of course. I didn't want to disturb her privacy. Luckily, she had her back towards me, swam direction outdoor pool. "I'll leave the towel and the bathrobe on the deck chair!" I informed her; eyes glued to the towel in my hands. "Yes, thank you!" The answer came straight back. She still wasn't bothered by me. By a strange man who could easily see her nude. I laid down the towel and bathrobe on said deck chair, then turned to leave. Again, I couldn't help myself than to let my eyes wander towards the woman in the pool. She still had her back towards me. It was supposed to be a short look. A checking look. But maybe... Maybe I looked a second too long.

Riley's PoV

The warm water of the pool soothed my muscles, as I swam a few rounds. I enjoyed this. I had a relaxing effect. It cleared my head. "I'll leave the towel and the bathrobe on the deck chair!" I heard Mr. Pine's voice urging to my ear. "Yes, thank you!" I answered him, before swimming through the 'curtains' to enter the outside pool. It wasn't that hot anymore, but pleasantly warm. Perfect for a swim. I swam to the pool edge, propped my arms up for support and stared on the beautiful city, called Cairo and its night life. It was amazing... Just amazing. The sky was clear, making the stars twinkle. Dreamily, I looked up. That was when I saw it. A shooting star. I needed to make a wish! Smiling, I closed my eyes. "I wish..." I mumbled, then reopened my eyes again, hoping my wish would be granted.

I stayed for another few moments, lost completely track of time. At some point, I decided to go back into my room. I didn't want Phil to wake up and shouting at me where the fucking hell I had been. So, I swam back, got out of the pool, dried myself, slipped back in my underwear and into the bathrobe. Then I took my dress and ballerinas and went back towards my room. The lobby laid on my way, but when my eyes landed on the reception desk, it was empty. Mr. Pine wasn't there. I shrugged my shoulders and walked on. I had to determine - slightly shocked, that I was almost a bit disappointed, that the friendly, charming and quite handsome looking Night Manager wasn't there. Without thinking further about this strange feeling of slight disappointment inside me, I tiptoed into the suite, closed quietly the door behind me. Phil was luckily still asleep. Hadn't even moved an inch. Good, I thought. My little swimming adventure could stay my secret. I went shortly to the bathroom for a quick shower, brushed my teeth, switched off the lights and went into bed.

In the next morning, I got awakened by the warm sunrays, coming through the window panes. I stretched, turned - and recognised that the other side of the bed was empty. The only thing I found was a note. 'I'm off to business. See you maybe tomorrow evening.' Phil was gone. Without even saying goodbye. Well... Why did I even still expect him to do that? He often did that. Mostly when his 'business' was called Maryse or Flora or whatever name his current affair had. No. I wouldn't let myself get dragged down by this, by him. I was on holiday and it was time to enjoy the time I had here, and so was the first thing I did, calling the room service for some breakfast - which I enjoyed with relish in bed. After that, I got dressed and decided to go out a bit, exploring the city. I took that day for myself, just having a bit of me-time. Just enjoying - as hard as it sounded - to be free from my husband a bit. Well, I would be free from him the most of the time here... He had several meetings and short trips planned to other business partners around Cairo, but nevertheless...

After spending almost the whole day exploring this huge city and snapping a ton of photos, I returned back to the hotel, sun already setting. I loved to take good holiday photos. The lobby was more than alive this evening. A lot of guests going in and out, as well as stuff members. I saw Mr. Pine from a distance, talking to another guest, smiling his friendly, polite smile. I went to my suite, hopped in the shower to get rid of all the dried sweat on my skin. Like I said, it was hot here. Way warmer than on Mallorca. Now I stood on the balcony, enjoying again that wonderful view, before deciding to cash in Mr. Pine's offer to show me around the hotel. So, I quickly called the number of the reception.

Jonathan's PoV

I stood behind the reception desk as always, had just handed Mr. Wells his room key, as the phone on my desk started to ring. With a last polite nod at Mr. Wells, I turned away from him towards the phone. The name of the suite on the display made me smile ever so softly. "Mrs. Arison, good evening." "Hello, Mr. Pine," her voice urged to my ear. "How can I be of service this evening?" "Well... I wanted to ask you, if I can cash in the offer you made me... Or are you too busy currently?" The offer I made h- Oh. My smile widened. "Not at all, Mrs. Arison. If you wish to come back to my offer, then it's my duty to accomplish your wish." "Great!" she chimed happily. "I'll be down in a minute." With that she hung up - and appeared indeed no minute later in the lobby, wearing a bright smile. She walked over to my desk, propped her arms on it and leaned over to me. "Can we, Mr. Pine?" I gave her a smile back. "Sure, Mrs. Arison. Follow me." I started to show her a bit around. The pool - which she already knew, but nevertheless. The bar, the restaurant, the garden and so on. She was totally excited, hung on my words and followed me interestedly everywhere I led her. She asked me quite a lot and I answered, was proud to carry out my job as a Night Manager. And honestly? I quite enjoyed her company. I didn't know what that was... about that woman, but... She had something... Something I couldn't point out. Something special. I never felt such a connection towards a guest. But to her... We just clicked and got along very well.

"Thank you for showing me around, Mr. Pine." "Gladly. Have you enjoyed your first day here in Cairo?" She nodded, smiling. "Yeah, I have. I explored the city a bit, but ugh... It's so big and there is so much to see, I don't know where to start! I think I need a guide or so..." She halfway laughed, halfway whined. "What about your husband? Doesn't he know the city?" Her expression suddenly changed, like someone flipped a switch inside her head, got somehow... sad and... hurt? "Y-Yes, he does know the city quite well, but... He's here for business. Not for holidays. So, he is - or rather will be the most of the time while we're here in some meetings and on business trips." "Oh, excuse me please. I didn't know that." Mrs. Arison put me off, "Don't worry. I am used to that." and gave me again a smile. But that smile wasn't really a happy one. It was a sad one. I decided to didn't ask her further about her husband. It was none of my business. Instead, I gave her a smile - and did something I had never done before. "I could be your tour guide. I lived here for almost three years now and know Cairo meanwhile very well." She looked at me puzzled. "Only if you like, of course!" I quickly added, already regretted my decision to ask her that. But suddenly her face lit up. "You would really do that? I-I mean you don't have to, Mr. Pine! I'm sure this isn't a thing which includes your job as a Night Manager." I laughed up, shaking my head. "No, you're right, it doesn't. But... Yes. I would really do that. I have my free day on Wednesday, so..." She bit her lip, gave me a smirk. "Alright then, Mr. Pine. Wednesday it is. When and where do we meet?" "Let's say, um, 10 a.m. in front of the hotel?" "Yes, perfect." She smirked even wider, then started to walk away from me, but turned halfway around on her way out of the lobby. "I'll be there." I just looked after her, smiling and shaking my head again, "Me too…" before I went back to work.

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Flowers in Blood

A/N: God damn you’d think my fingers are smoking from how much I type and think through the day. The ending will shock you as a familiar face makes a return 

Summary: Baby steps are key 

Warnings: I’M EDGING THE FUCK OUT OF YOU GUYS BUT I AM ALSO TORMENTING MYSELF. FUCK. 

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Chapter 7: Saffron 

Slowly, Jonathan held his hands up and closed his eyes. He suspected a bad reaction, but not to this extent. “If you want to shoot me, go ahead.” He spoke quietly, his eyes still shut and heart racing. 

Katie cocked the gun, her hands trembling. Her eyes shut tightly as she pulled the trigger, but nothing came of her action. “God Damn it!!” She cried, frantically trying to disassemble the gun in morbid hopes of finding a single bullet. Her thoughts eventually caught up to her and she threw the gun to the side, letting out a sob with her body piling into a heap on the forest floor. The brunette knew from the start that she would never be able to outright kill someone point blank, let alone have it be Pine. “Why!? Why did you come for me!?” She shrieked, getting up with some difficulty and promptly punching Jonathan across the face. “You fucking asshole!! You’re so fucking stupid, Pine!!” She punched him again, seeing that he took each of her hits. “Why won’t you say anything!?” She whimpered loudly, falling to her knees and hitting her fists against his chest while continuing her meltdown. Katie’s limbs ache badly from the abuse from last night and the cut on her chest burned as it hadn’t completely scabbed over yet. 

Jonathan caught her fists and held them in his hands, looking at her with sadness. “I was wrong. I should have never told you to leave or said the things I did. Your kidnapping was my fault and I will forever regret my actions.” He felt her rip her hands away from him. Katie’s rage was in the right and Pine would take every last bit of her wrath if it eased the tensions. 

“Then why!? Why the FUCK did you even do it in the first place!? How the fuck do I not know you’re lying to me right now!? Is it because Angela said something about me being gone that put your paycheck on the line!? Was it!? I know you don’t give a damn about me so that is probably why you came to get me!!” Her lower lip quivered and she stood up. This was too much for her in the short time span of everything that had occurred. Katie began to limp away as fast as she could, noticing that there was a sharp pain in the side of her hip. She heard Jonathan call after her, but she did not stop. She wanted nothing to do with him. A strong pressure around her arm made her scream loudly as she was yanked back to Pine, squirming. “LET ME GO!! LET ME GO YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!! LET! ME! GO!” Her knee was abruptly stopped before she could get between Pine’s legs. 

Pine exhaled loudly through his nose as he struggled with getting the American woman to calm down. “Stop it!! You are truly acting like a child!! Katie, stop!!” He forced the both of them onto the ground, pinning her beneath his body. The agent was really taking some chances with her underneath him like this as she could be triggered into an episode by this alone. “Katie please. I didn’t do it for my paycheck and Angela doesn’t even fucking know! I did this because I am terrified to the core of losing you! I said what I said because I care about you a lot more than you think I do. The way I care about you is very much different from how I cared about your brother, if that is anything to go by.” He began to cry, turning his face away so she wouldn’t see his tears. His chest heaved with sobs and forced him to get off of her, crying into his jacket sleeve. 

The words that Katie had just heard seeped in over the action that he performed to get her to listen. Slowly, she sat up and bit her already bloodied lip hard. She wanted so desperately to believe his words but because of how badly he had hurt her, it would take a long time for him to earn her trust back. “I don’t believe you.” She whispered, casting her gaze aside and wrapping her arms around herself. “I can’t. You hurt me, Pine… I trusted you up until we left Russia. I-I wanted to be different and you helped me be just that. You helped me realize that not all men are pigs and I-I even liked you. I thought that maybe we could…” She stopped herself and shook her head. They could be more than friends? Absolutely not. With the type of lives that they led, it would be impossible to be something more than just companions that were close. Maybe Pine did have some sense in his words when he told her she lived in a fantasy. She did expect some sort of fictional romance to blossom from this like in the movies or books… “Nevermind, forget I said anything. Let’s just go back and let Angela know I’m ok. Then I’ll go back to packing my stuff and go back to Michigan.” 

Jonathan’s head snapped up at her words and his sobbing ceased immediately. “You can’t.” 

“What do you mean I can’t? I can and I will. There’s nothing more for me here.” Katie rose to her feet and huffed, beginning to limp away. What she heard next however, made her freeze. 

“We got out of there alive because I-I agreed to helping Poppy get back on track with their drug dealing until next month!!” Pine blurted out, rising to his feet and looking at the girl with honesty. “I understand your frustrations with me, but when I say I would go to great lengths to keep you from getting hurt or worse… I would.” He licked his dry lips and sniffled. Jonathan took a step closer to her, leaves crunching under his feet as he did so. “I am not asking for you to forgive me, I am asking you to trust my word and that in no way did I ever mean what I said back in Russia.” 

Turning around, Katie’s green eyes were wide with a mix of astonishment and horror. She blinked a few times before finally taking a breath in that she hadn’t realized she held for a bit. Swallowing her pride, she thought about his words for a moment and looked straight into those beautiful blue eyes that continued to captivate her. “I don’t think I can do either of the two, Jonathan.” her voice came out soft and her tongue felt heavy saying his first name. “But you dragged yourself into this shit and managed to tag me along. I’m not about to say no to something that will affect us all and potentially cause more violence.” She sighed, her breath visible from the cool evening air. A tiny and sad smile touched her lips as she looked at Pine, parting her lips again to say something but losing her train of thought. “Thank you for rescuing me.” was all she could say before turning back around and limping on. 

It was then that Pine heard a high pitched squeal come from Katie as she grabbed onto her hip and fell to the ground. He quickly rushed over to her and helped her stand, eyes scanning her form with worry. 

“I’m fine. Please, Pine don’t try to suck up to me and think that everything will be ok tomorrow.” Katie pushed away from him and carried onward, limping. Her hip burned badly and she so desperately wished her stubborn ass would welcome the help. It was only a few weeks of underground duty and then she would be on the first flight back to the USA. The sooner she left England, the better. Her heart couldn’t take much more with her strong feelings she still harbored for Jonathan. 

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Just as Natalie had promised, two henchmen awaited the pair's return with written instructions of what was to be expected over the following weeks. It had taken them around 3 hours to get back, but Pine had managed to snag a cab while they had walked along the lonely road. The instructions had read where to go, who to deal with, which areas were off limits, when the police were out and about, times, dates, how much of each sale, etc… Jonathan sighed heavily as he sat on his bed, running a hand through his freshly showered hair. He did give thought to letting Angela know that Katie was ok, but Natalie had said she has eyes all over London. Pine wasn’t about to risk having his phone call being recorded and have Katie killed over false pretenses. Speaking of, he wondered how in the hell she was fairing with her ruined apartment. He would most definitely offer her to stay with him, but knew better than that. What she had said today was right, nothing would be ok or back to normal the next day. He could feel the hurt in her voice when she told him so. Pine fell back onto his bed, staring at the ceiling and letting his mind drift elsewhere. He’d rather not think of what was expected of him in the coming weeks as it reminded him of all the horrible things that Roper had him do. Instead, his mind chose to wander back to Katie which was also a terrible choice as he felt his chest grow warm. 

Pine closed his eyes, trying like hell to dismiss the growing dirty thoughts of the young woman. It felt sort of wrong in a way with how old he was as he was approaching 40 in less than two years. Meanwhile, Katie had yet to even reach 30 as she was still so young and vulnerable. She had not truly experienced life as he had and it definitely showed. But oh, the way she practically stripped naked for him only a few days ago had awakened something inside of the dark blonde. He longed to touch her bare skin again as she was so smooth, soft. A hand slid down the length of his torso as it crept underneath the band of his sweatpants. Pine stopped and swallowed hard, trying to fight the urge to touch himself to the thought of her. “I can’t.” He pulled his hand out from his pants and growled softly as his cock had grown semi-hard. Curiosity was a bitch as Jonathan examined his hand, bending his fingers around nothing and imagining just how soft Katie’s full breasts would feel beneath his palm. This same hand had been the one to come close to her pussy, but only rest upon her thigh. Logic and reasoning were losing a game that had never been in their court to begin with as an amorous fog clouded Jonathan’s mind. His hand slid back down into his sweatpants and he bit his lower lip as he was now fully erect. “Shit.” He groaned and slid his pants past his hips and took a hold of his cock, stroking it slowly at first. As he touched himself, his mind went back to Katie and the sounds she made from that day. Her panting, soft moans and needy movements that simply implored Pine to continue further and possibly claim her. “Katie- Oh shit.” His brows turned upwards as his hand moved faster, the precum that dribbled from the sensitive head of his cock helping with lubrication. His breaths came out in short bursts, imagining that it was the young brunettes hand wrapped around his impressive length. Jonathan could only imagine how mind blowing she would feel with his cock buried deep inside of her pussy and squeezing him. Seeing her grab the sheets as he pounded into her while she cried his name out and that one word that drove Pine over the edge. His thumb swiped over the weeping slit of his cock and a shudder ran through his body from how sensitive he was. “Fuck.” He cursed, twisting his wrist slightly as he continued to bring himself to a finish. Seconds later, his breathing became choppy and hips jerking upward as he fucked himself into his fist. “K-Katie.” His eyes squeezed shut as he came all over his stomach, spurts still squirting from his length while he stroked the rest of it out. After a few moments, Jonathan came to and licked his dry lips, smacking the hand that wasn’t occupied to his forehead. “Fuck it’s like I’m back in school.” He muttered to himself and carefully reached over, grabbing a few tissues from his bed side and wiping off his fluids. Once he was certain he was cleaned off, Pine tucked his now soft member back into the confines of his sweats, pulled the pants back in position and sat up. 

Jonathan looked over as he saw his phone buzzing on the bedside table and picked it up. Angela was calling him. “I can’t.” He said to himself and threw the phone aside, not wanting to risk the previous hypothesis from earlier before. He fell back against his mattress, puffing his cheeks and blowing out air. These next few weeks would more than likely break him if not completely destroy him. Even by the end, what would become of him? Would Angela understand his reasoning? There had to be a loophole somehow. There just had to be. Pine would not take no for an answer. 

“Holy shit.” Katie winced, examining the blackened bruise on her hip. She had just returned from the doctors after Pine’s incessant pestering and found her hip had almost been fractured. The gash on her collarbone to her shoulder had been patched up as best as it could. Her nose had been realigned, albeit with a nasty crunching noise. Other than that, Katie had been extremely lucky to escape with the minimal injuries she had. Shaking her head, she looked out of the bathroom and grimaced at the absolute mess she had the displeasure of cleaning up. “Nope. Shower first.” she muttered and carefully rid herself of her filthy clothing. Normally, she would have been absolutely mortified to go to the doctor in such a state. However, this time was different and all she wanted to do was get back to her flat and sleep. She hissed as the hot water hit her grimy skin, moving away and pressing herself up against the wall. After a few seconds, she felt more comfortable to get under the spray of water. Grabbing her nail scrubber, she quickly went to work on getting all the dirt and blood caked underneath her nails, grossed out by the residue the brush cleaned out. When she finished with that, she reached for her shampoo next and hummed in content as her fingers massaged the suds into her scalp. It felt so nice to be in her own shower and wash the very eventful day away. She wondered if Pine had also taken a shower- 

“Why am I thinking about him?” She asked herself and rolled her eyes, rinsing her hair out before grabbing her loofah and sudsing it up. As she scrubbed it along her body, Katie let out a soft moan as the material scratched against her nipples. For a moment, she stared at her breasts and set the loofah down to grab her mounds. Her mind wandered to thoughts of how Pine’s large hands could easily hold each in his hands. Katie began to grope her chest and pinch experimentally at her now hardened buds. She continued to massage her breasts, the soap providing some slippery motion. Eventually, one of her hands traveled south the more she thought about Jonathan and how erotic he sounded panting in her ear. That part of the trip along with when she danced with him, was something she would soon not forget. “J-Jonathan.” Her voice turned a little husky as she rubbed her clit in circles gently. Katie’s brain became muddled with thoughts of the agent she so vehemently begrudged. She gasped, slipping a finger into her pussy and whimpering at how wet she had become in the short amount of time in the shower. “Mm!” She slipped a second finger inside of herself and began to move her fingers in and out, wondering how Jonathan’s long fingers would feel inside. It had been far too long since she last touched herself as she felt disgusting after what happened with Travis. “Jonathan- please!” She gasped again, moving her hand faster and panting a little harder. Her hips began to buck up a little in search of more friction as her hand was not enough at all. “Jonathan!” She moaned his name over and over, part of her wishing he would hear her wanton cries. Katie wanted that man to destroy her in every way possible, give her bite marks to show everyone who she belonged to and make her his. 

The young woman found the idea of never belonging to anyone else but Pine to be something of a dream. She would not mind at all if she could never be with another man but him. Despite the large age gap, it didn’t bother Katie in the slightest and she found it more of a turn on than anything. “A-Ah!! Oh my g-god!! Jonathan!!” She whimpered, hitting a spot inside of her pussy that sent waves of pleasure throughout her body. “Daddy!!” She squealed, rubbing her clit and slamming her other hand against the wall for support. “Jonathan!!” She was so close as her fingers rubbed faster but that was shortly stopped as lo and behold, Jonathan Pine himself slid the door open and had a full view of her body. 

His cheeks became a dark pink as he couldn’t help but stare at the gorgeous woman before him, her skin shining from the water that ran down her body. Pine’s jaw fell agape and any sexual pent up energy he had came back with full speed. “I-I’m so sorry. I just- I heard you and- wanted to make sure-” He continued to scramble for words, eyes focused on her body. “I’ll just g-go.” He nodded, sheepishly closing the door and swiftly exiting out of her bathroom. 

Mortified, Katie stood there frozen and pleasure gone. Two seconds later, she blinked and removed her hand from between her legs and stared at the now closed door. Had she really been that loud? “Pine?” She called out, wondering if he was still there. No reply. “PINE!?” 

Jonathan stopped mid walk just after he had decided to leave and forget about why he had originally come down to her floor. Had he just heard her call for him this time? Not deliciously moan his name? Pine took a deep breath, calming himself despite the obvious arousal very much threatening to tent his sweatpants. Turning around, he walked back and entered the bathroom with his nerves lit. “Yeah? Er, you did call me instead of er.. You called?” His voice cracked slightly. 

“Yes. I did.” Katie leaned against the shower door and her eyebrows knit together. Why did she call him back over? Was it because of the fact she had been masturbating to the thought of him and that she wanted to make that scenario happen? She pressed her thighs together, arousal returning. If it weren’t for her lack of a sex life and hormone induced brain, this would have never happened. “Do you want to take a shower with me?” She ate her words almost immediately as she heard his foot shift and his breath stifle for a moment. They had literally just been over this today! Katie knew that she was digging a deeper hole and couldn’t find the means to stop. “I-I mean, I’m having trouble reaching my back and the doctor told me that I shouldn’t use my left arm.. Too much… yeah.” She partially lied. No turning back now. She made this bed now she had to lay in it. 

Thinking back on earlier, Pine found this incredibly strange and he knew he should turn her offer down, but once again the power of pelvic sorcery won over logic. “Will you be ok with that? I don’t mean to over step boundaries or seem like I am taking advantage of you.” He bit his lip and shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. 

“Yes! I mean, yeah I’m ok.” She slapped herself mentally for her resurfacing libido answering for her. For a second, she thought that maybe Jonathan took back his reply as the only thing she heard was the fan and shower running. All thoughts were quickly dismissed as he opened the shower door, looking down at her with his darkened blue eyes. Katie found herself staring into his eyes like many times before, enchanted with his sharp features. She didn’t even try to cover her naked body and felt his gaze drinking every inch of her exposed flesh. The brunette also had a good view of the naked man in front of her. It was like he was carved from fucking stone by the Gods themselves. He was beautiful and just muscular enough for her taste. Katie’s hands flew up to her mouth when her eyes traveled further down but immediately flew back up. She could feel her face grow hot from the view she had gotten. Pine was huge. There was no way all of him could fit inside of her, but Katie was one to try anything once and saw more positive than negative. 

“I thought this was just a shower?” His voice had deepened with arousal, taking a step forward and cornering the shorter woman. “Katie, did you really need help washing your back? Or did you call me in here to get my hopes up in the possibility of having sex? I’ll be honest with you right now, despite how you feel about me; when I see you like this-” His hand twitched, itching to feel her, “I don’t want this to be another incident like in Russia.” He cautiously raised his hand up to her face, his thumb gently tracing her bottom lip. “Please, tell me the truth Katie. I had come here with intentions of offering you a place to stay until your room got squared away but now, it seems that I have other intentions. Tell me now so that I am not lost later on or even regret anything that could happen in this moment. I will respect whatever decision you make and it will not impact on how I feel toward you.” His heart thudded loudly, confused by his own words. How much did he really feel toward her? Was it just this moment out of lust? 

The girl looked away from him and let out a shaky breath at the feeling of his hand on her skin. What she was doing was completely wrong and she felt horrible by leading him on just because she had been horny. If what he said was indeed true, then what she had made a decision on would be alright. Katie looked back up at Jonathan and felt tears in her eyes, the past events of yesterday catching up with her now. “Hold me.” She whispered, wrapping her arms around his torso and pulling her naked body tightly against his own. The feeling of safety rushed through her as soon as Pine’s arms returned her gesture and held her as equally tight. She began to cry softly and rest her soaked head on Pine’s chest, just letting everything out as he held her. This did not mean she forgave him of any sort but it was the first baby step in figuring out what they were truly meant to be. 

“Shh..” One of Jonathan’s hands came to rest against her head as he stood there under the hot water, holding her. He was glad that this had been her final choice and was more than happy to provide any sort of comfort to the shaken young woman. “It’s ok, we’re gonna get through this together. I will make certain that we will see this bloody conundrum to the end, then if you really want to forget me and go home… I understand.” He placed a gentle kiss on top of her wet head, his arousal now vanishing in favor of tenderness. 

“I don’t wanna go back home.” she sniffled, taking a deep breath and allowing a few more tears to fall. “There’s nothing back for me except a boring life without purpose- Tr-Travis-” She was quickly hushed by the man holding her. 

“Don’t think about him, sweetheart. He’s not here and he will never hurt you so long as I am around.” Jonathan pulled away from the embrace to look her in the eyes, making sure that she knew he was being serious. 

The words of Jonathan Pine promising that he would never let any sort of harm come to her from that monster caused Katie to cry harder. “C-Can I stay with you tonight? Please? I’m sorry about today, I’m sorry I’m stupid, I’m sorry I’m a rookie and a burden and-” She felt one of Pine’s slender fingers touch her lips. 

He shook his head at her and took her arms gently in his large hands, “You are far from stupid, Katelyn O’Connor. You may be a pain in the ass at times, but never would I insult your intelligence. All rookies can be burdens but the best agents start from that.” He reached up, turning the water off and getting out of the shower. “Come on then, don’t want you pruning up.” He smiled softly and extended a towel to the brunette as he dried himself off. Once she had taken the towel from him, Jonathan scooped his clothes up and changed into them before exiting the bathroom to give her a bit of privacy despite having just seen her naked form. He saw how sad she looked coming out with an oversized t-shirt and boxers, going to her ruined bed to resign herself there for the night. “You can come and stay with me for as long as you like. I have a couch that I’ll take on for myself-” He raised his eyebrows as he noticed her shaking her head. Not another word was said between the two as Katie grabbed her necessities quickly, with some help from Pine before making their way to his flat. 

“Can you hold me again?” she muttered like a shy child, biting the inside of her cheek as she dropped her pillow onto his bed. Katie knew she was bound to have nightmares and needed Pine to hold her so he could chase them away. Little did she know, she did the same for him. 

Jonathan gave her a smile, “Of course. Come on, we’ve got a lot of work to do tomorrow and we can discuss more in the morning. You can brush your teeth and do your business first, I’m gonna read over the instructions one more time.” He moved out of the way for Katie to take care of her nightly rituals. Pine’s cell phone began to ring again and when he looked over, it was from an unknown number. An ominous feeling passed through the dark blonde as he picked it up and slid his thumb to the right over the screen, “Hello?” 

“Brilliant! I was hoping I reached the right person.” The males voice paused as he received no answer from the other person on the line. “What? Don’t you recognize an old friend's voice? Come on Pine! Birch! Whatever you go by at the moment.” 

Pine’s knuckles became white and he looked over at the bathroom door before heading out into the hall. “How the fuck did you get my number, Roper?”

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in the montenegro sun (jonathan pine)

hi loves, I know a lot of you follow me for Loki content but I've had another muse lately, and that is Mr. Jonathan Pine from the Night Manager *crowd collectively creams*

This is one of my fav WIPs. not sure where it's going to end up but we will see. it has a slow start but I promise i'll make it worth it!

Summary: Rae Barlow befriended Simona Crawford in college, not knowing she was entangling herself with the daughter of one of the richest arms manufacturers in Europe. Whisked away to Montenegro on one of the many elaborate Crawford family vacations, Rae encounters Jonathan Pine, a soft-spoken, blue-eyed ex-soldier who Rae can’t seem to avoid. After a jarring encounter, Jonathan takes Rae under his wing, and undeniable sparks fly. Jonathan must figure out how to balance this romance with his undercover assignment: taking down Dex Crawford.

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TW: multiple scenes of SA. please do not read if this is triggering or disturbing to you in any way. this work is also 18+.

Petrovac Beach, Montenegro. Saturday.

“Pine!” Simona’s dad Dex called out, striding ahead of the two girls and holding out a hand in greeting.

“You’re shitting me,” Rae said to Simona, staring at the approaching man as the two trekked behind Dex.

“Try to keep your tongue in your mouth, love,” Simona said with a knowing glance as the man came into view.

He had caramel hair in a swoop along his forehead, with blonde strips that shone like hard candy as it caught the Montenegro sun. His linen trousers were starched into creases, neat enough to stand up on their own. The blue shirt he wore rolled at his sleeves exposed tanned forearms, veins and corded muscle that rippled as he held tight onto Pascoe’s leash as he pulled, eager to sniff the two newcomers.

“Rae, Simona, meet Jonathan Pine, he’s the night manager at our hotel,” Dex clapped a loving hand on Pine’s shoulder, beaming. “But to me, he will always be the brightest new recruit the British Army ever did see and might I say now that he’s not my subordinate, a dear friend,” Dex finished, leaving Pine embarrassed.

“You flatter me, Dex. It’s lovely to meet you both, Simona, Rae,” Pine said, all poise and cordiality as he addressed the two girls.

“Dex has told me lots about you, Simona.” He gave her a polite nod and tight-lipped smile. “And Rae, I expect to learn lots about you over the next week.”

Pine transferred the leash into his left hand and held out his right politely to the two girls, his blue eyes squinting in the sun. Simona clasped it, and then Rae, gingerly. She stepped back, one hand holding onto her sun hat, her disposition sour since learning of Pine’s military history.

“Still so young and already out of the army, Mr. Pine?” Rae couldn’t help herself. “I wonder what one would have to do to deserve such an honorable discharge in the eyes of the Crown.”

“Rae-” Simona said through gritted. Rae ignored her friend and smirked as she saw panic flitting over Dex’s face.

Pine pierced her with his blue eyes, her dislike for him registering in his face as his eyebrows raised. Rae braced herself for the confrontation she’d walked herself into, but it never came.

“Honor is a funny thing, Miss Barlow,” was all he said, not an ounce of composure sliding from his relaxed face.

Rae’s brow furrowed at his smugness. Before she could open her mouth to retort, Dex interrupted.

“She’s a fiery one, our Rae,” he said, laughing uncomfortably to force an end to the pair’s conversation. “You must forgive her…”

Rae shot a venomous glance in Dex’s direction, which Pine registered.

“Oh, nothing to forgive, Dex,” Pine said smoothly, handing Pascoe’s leash to Dex. “We walked nearly to Babac down the beach, so he should be knackered tonight.” Dex thanked him for taking care of him, grateful for the change in conversation.

“How on Earth are you awake, Mr. Pine?” Simona piped up. “Aren’t you exhausted all the time?”

Pine chuckled. “You won’t believe me, but you get used to the hours. I enjoy it a lot, actually. You get to experience a side of Montenegro that most people don’t see.”

“How so?” Simona pressed. Rae could tell she was nervous that she would open her mouth again and was doing everything in her power to prevent it.

“Well, I mean, to put it lightly,” Pine let another button loose on his button-down, flapping it slightly to fan himself. Sweat shone on his upper abdominals and clung to the patch of hair on his breastbone. “The people you see waltzing into the lobby at 4 a.m are much more interesting than the 4 p.m crowd.”

“Ahh, gangsters, riff raff,” Simona teased. “Mr. Pine, you have a taste for danger.” Pine said nothing, just smiled politely.

“Say, Pine, you must take some nights off this week to catch up,” Dex said urgently. “Cassandra is here too, she insists, she misses you dearly. Surely that won’t be too much of an issue?”

“Not at all, although I’m not sure I’m the one you should be asking for permission…” Pine trailed off and looked at Rae, a trace of a teasing smile curling his lips. Rae snorted to herself, trying her hardest to not notice how attractive that little lip twitch was.

“By all means, Mr. Pine, we’d be delighted. I’m sure we can find loads to discuss,” she added, a bit of sarcasm twinging the last sentence. He nodded and looked at Dex.

“Well, I will see you tonight, then. How’s eight?” Pine continued brusquely. “I’ll arrange a car for us.”

“Excellent.” Dex beamed. The four of them turned and began to trudge slowly through the sand, their shadows growing longer as they approached the Blue Serenity.

“Honestly, Rae, you’ve got to hold your tongue,” Simona scolded. “Dad could really get in trouble. Or at least get pissed at me.” Rae rolled her eyes.

“You know how I feel about his business,” she replied tiredly. “We’ve had this argument so many times. It’s not worth repeating.” Rae sighed, reminding herself of her position as family guest. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I’ll try to shut up, at least for dinner.”

“Thank you,” Simona said, squeezing her wrist. It wasn’t Simona’s fault that she was born into one of the biggest gun manufacturing families in the world. It also wasn’t her fault that the two of them had been inseparable since college, back when neither of them knew anything about their families and never thought to ask.

“Dress nicely, girls, and be down at 7:45,” Dex called, pressing the button to the elevator. “I’m heading up for a nap.”

“God, he’s so old.” Simona giggled. “Drink before we get ready, darling?” Simona asked. “Please say yes.”

The night manager had lingered behind Dex, close enough to the girls to overhear. At Rae’s warning glance, however, he held back, starting a conversation with the bellman instead.

“Yes, I believe multiple drinks are in order,” Rae said, loud enough for Pine to hear. “I’m not to survive this dinner sober.”

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Tom Hiddleston - Fandom, The Night Manager (TV), The Night Manager (TV) RPF, The Night Manager - Jean Le Carré Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jonathan Pine & You, Jonathan Pine/You, Jonathan Pine/Original Female Character(s), Jonathan Pine & Original Female Character(s), Jonathan Pine/Reader Characters: Jonathan Pine, Richard Roper, You, Reader Additional Tags: Actor Tom Hiddleston, POV Second Person, Vaginal Fingering, Suits, Tom Hiddleston In A Suit, Fucking, Dirty Talk, Bad Puns, Puns & Word Play, Blow Jobs, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Orgasm Delay, Punishment, Whiskey & Scotch, Pet Names, Come Eating, Comeplay, Come Swallowing, Face-Fucking, Name-Calling, Choking, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Roughness, Spanking, Corporal Punishment, The Night Manager (TV) Spoilers

Summary:

You never expected to get this entrenched in Roper's entourage, but here you were. Better yet, you caught the eye of Richard Roper's right-hand man, Jonathan Pine. You weren't sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing, but you were sure of this: Pine likes his suits and whisky, neat and his martinis and sex, dirty.

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“I like my suit like I like my scotch; neat, and I like my women like I like my martini; dirty,” he stated sternly before smirking and winking at you

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Various stories with Tom Hiddleston and the other characters he played.

12/03 UPDATE: I am now accepting story requests for Tom Hiddleston RPF, James Conrad, and Jonathan Pine and other personas! More characters to be added to the list soon!

One-Shots:

Murky Water

Summary: You just came home from meeting your best friend who told you the horrible news: your boyfriend has been cheating on you for months. You sneak into your set's trailer, trying not to be seen, but your co-actor Tom Hiddleston caught you. He invited you in for tea when he saw the tears in your eyes.

Happy Little Surprise

Summary: You woke up feeling like shit and startling your beau, Tom Hiddleston. He insisted on bringing you to the hospital despite having a scheduled callback but you insisted he goes on with his appointments and handled things your own. Things made a quick turn and you were nervous about telling Tom what the doctor told you.

And This Is Why You Shouldn't Finish The Whole Bar On Your Own

Summary: Your co-actor is Tom Hiddleston. One time you and the rest of the cast went out partying. You had one too many drinks, making you drunk AF. You saw your co-actor TH and you flung yourself at him then you blacked out. Things happened when you blacked out then you resorted to avoiding Tom the next day on set.

It is goodbye then.

Summary: You ended things with your boyfriend, Tom Hiddleston. A year later, he found his way to you.

Loveland [explicit: contains smut]

Summary: You and Tom were sent to South Korea to promote your new movie. During the press junket, one of the interviewers asked you what places in Korea you would want to visit. You mentioned Loveland in Jeju Island. Tom didn’t know what it was until you and the interviewer told him about it. The next day, you and Tom visited the said park.

Wayfaring Stranger [explicit: contains smut]

A Jack Linden one-shot

Summary: You didn’t know who he was. But being a barmaid in a small town, it didn’t take you long to know his name. The mysterious man was Jack Linden. And the more he showed up in your pub, the more your curiosity piqued.

An Unconventional Circumstance [explicit: contains smut]

A James Conrad one-shot

Summary: You were sent to Alaska with James Conrad to track the alleged Behemoth nest in a cave. Unfortunately, you were caught in a blizzard, and you are stuck in a cottage with Conrad for the whole night. No, there’s not even a bed, to begin with.

Show Me Love

A Jonathan Pine one-shot

Summary: Jonathan Pine takes you under his wing in The Nefertiti Hotel. Unlike Pine, you were the outgoing kind, his polar opposite. He found it bothersome at first but later on he understood you. Later on, he would realize you were making him feel things he didn't want to feel.

A Grumpy Vampire and His Room

An Adam (Only Lovers Left Alive) one-shot

Summary: Adam was colder than ever.

Physically, yes, he’s cold, given the fact that your boyfriend is more than a hundred-year-old vampire. Hell, he might even be a thousand years old, who knows? Only him. But the point is, he wasn’t your sweet, lovey-dovey boy nowadays. He felt...distant, and it was bothering you.

Series:

The Quiet Ones Are The Loudest [explicit: contains smut]

Beginning of The Quiet Ones | Professor Hiddleston x Ava Knight series

Summary: Professor Tom Hiddleston was stuck in a group in a middle of a charity ball that he was invited to. He excused himself, badly needing a distraction or an excuse to leave the place. Until he bumped into his former student.

Go Figure [explicit: contains smut]

Part 2 of The Quiet Ones | Professor Hiddleston x Ava Knight Series

Summary: Ava gave Professor Tom a device before she took his midterm exam. She didn't tell him what it was for. It was for him to find out.

The Knight Family Hospitality [explicit: contains smut]

Part 3 of The Quiet Ones | Professor Hiddleston x Ava Knight Series

Summary:  Ava couldn't make it to their date this Saturday after the exam week (was it even a date?). Professor Hiddleston also couldn't make it to that meeting. But fate still made them meet on that Saturday.