A/N: A small bit of sexy Professor Hiddleston for:
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Warnings: Explicit sexual content and language.
Professor Tom Hiddleston/Reader
A/N: A small bit of sexy Professor Hiddleston for:
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Warnings: Explicit sexual content and language.
Professor Tom Hiddleston/Reader
AN: I was really surprised to see how many hits this story actually got within the span of a day especially considering it is different than anything I have ever written before. I dove a bit deeper in Chapter 2 giving a glimpse of just what kind of mental state Tom is in as the murder of Janie starts to really get to him and he’s quickly realizing the true nature of what is really going on in the murderers head. He also pays Hannibal a visit :)
Again trigger warnings on this (just triggers warnings for life) as there is talk of removing body parts, a dead corpse, blood, mental issues, etc.
Oh, bless you for remembering and reminding us. I liked that one a lot! Let’s Switch Places

-Kris
Oh goodness!! Poor Thomas. I wonder what he did… I’ll add it to the list.
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-Kris
A/N. This is for giniusandtonic. Faye is giniusandtonic’s character, and I’m just borrowing her for a bit, because Tom and Faye are one of my OTPs.
No warnings, just not very safe for work.
The Cinema Show
“You’ve got to be joking!” Tom’s jaw dropped and his brow furrowed in absolute incredulity. “Come on now. Faye, are you serious?”
Oh my! that’s a scary one! Who wants to give this one a try? Do you think Luke would help sort everything out? What happens to crazy girl?
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-Kris
Good suggestion! I really like it. We’ll try to give that a go
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-Kris
Could be a very angsty fic. I will add it to the list. In the meantime, can i suggest Memories? It’s similar to what you are looking for.
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-Kris
Whatever works best for your story! :-)
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-Kris
We will add it to the list!
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-Kris
Part Two.
“Team Jacobs, I do believe we are an indomitable force of bad ass mother-fuckers!”
Bethany high-fived her researchers, Rachel and Lottie, and perched herself on the edge of her desk. She folded her arms tight across her chest and shared a smug smile with her team. A smile that she knew entirely crossed over the border of arrogance, almost deep into the realms of Tom levels, but Bethany didn’t care. Despite her initial reluctance to move into front bench politics, she loved her new job. Bethany was doing what she did best. Being in opposition freed her from the constraints of governmental politics. She had, of course, had to tone down her approach to dealing with problems but as far as the party was concerned Bethany was storming through the barricades of highlighting the social injustices that small communities faced.
A/N: A Tom/Annie When I’m Gone one shot. Fluff.
A few days after When I Knew You
I sneezed as dust worked its way up my nose. My hands smelled of Pledge and wood polish. It was warm day in the country, and I had all the windows open to let in the fresh air. May was remarkably warm and bright. It had rained the night before, so the grass outside was soaked and soggy. Otherwise we would have been outside enjoying the sunshine. I hoped the breeze might make Olivia feel better as it took the musty smell out of the closed off rooms.
From my place on the ladder in the family room, I could hear my children throughout the house. Adam and Tessa were in the den watching Prince of Persia and arguing about whether or not Adam would make a good Prince Dastan. Will was in his bedroom playing videogames. James was outside walking across the field to the small stable Tom had built. He liked to spend time with the horses when he was worried. Henry was in Olivia’s room, keeping an eye on her and reading. It sounded like Keats or Byron. Something from their father’s bookshelves.
Had a bit of writers block for this one. But then an idea popped into my brain so I finally got it written.
Warnings: Kidnapping, slapping, bondage, sex machine, non consent.
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‘No, no, no.’ I said as I paced back and fore. He had taken Catherine, what was I going to do? Where had he taken her? I couldn’t deal with this anymore. It was one thing hurting me, but now he was hurting my friend. I didn’t know what to do, I couldn’t go to the police.
‘WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? HUH?’ I shouted into the empty room. But, as I thought, I wasn’t alone. I should have known, I was never alone.
‘You know what I want.’ He chuckled, it rang round my brain.
‘Well. Take me then. Just leave Catherine out of it. Don’t hurt her… Please.’ I sobbed, my voice breaking. But I couldn’t let Catherine be hurt. Not if I could help it.
Author’s comments: I’ll fix this later if you guys hate it. But basically, I was at Ikea today and I got bored while checking out aisles and aisles of random furniture so when I got to the bed, I just sat down there and thought of this.
Tell me what you think because i’m going to change it if you don’t like it.
”I really don’t understand why you dragged me here.” I plopped down a nearby display of a living room couch. “I hate furniture shopping and you know I hate Ikea the most.”
“Oh come on,” Tom smiled weakly. “You know I need help with furniture and even though you keep telling me that you hate home furnishings, your house still ends up looking spectacular. Now come on, Tom needs a new drawer, bed frames and closet.”
A/N: I might be wasting time here, but I think I got a bit muddled and posted chapter 6 before chapter 5 by accident, so here it is!
Chapter 5
Tom’s P.O.V.
The end of filming on Lymond had come around much more quickly than I had expected, a mere week after mine and Laura’s date. I’d given her space to think through whatever she needed to just like I;d promised, but it hadn’t been easy. Pretty much every evening that week had involved me staring at the phone, desperately trying to resist calling her. She would talk and explain when she was ready and I’d had to respect that, but at the same time it had eaten me away inside. What was going on in her head? Stood at the bar at the wrap party, watching her laughing and talking with the rest of the cast and crew I couldn’t help but think back to a two nights ago. She had called me, late, to say she was ready to talk and so the next day after filming we’d found a coffee shop where we wouldn’t be bothered.
That’s The Proposal or The Happy Family, I think! Readers, please help me out if I’m wrong.
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-Kris
Day 1
Pairings: Rana/Tom
I’m not a very experienced writer, but I’ll try my best.
“Talb Taghyir”*: it is a campaign started by me and my friends trying to change the way we’re educated in Egypt, because seriously it’s horrible.
It was a long day that I had planning for the movement, shooting the campaign, supporting my friends, doing the Grafitti, chasing people in the streets to ask them to sign “Talb Taghyir”* document, I was exhausted.
When I got back to our apartment, I went for a nap, I couldn’t feel my my feet until I woke up, I ate a sandwich, and started my laptop, and I logged in to Twitter to check the news about the campaign, when I saw this tweet by Tom Hiddleston,
A Company of Passions. Act 1: Scene 2.
A/N: Sorry this took a while. Hopefully the next part will be up shortly.
Warnings: Bit of bad language.
Author’s Note: “Regretfully, the iron does not become steel” (恨铁不成钢) is a Chinese Chengyu (Idiom) that expresses disappointment with the development of something or someone.
When a Good Man Goes to War Chapter III: The Criminal Psyche
The gory details of the case plagued James’s mind. Casually, he sat in a chair in his small, old kitchen as he nursed his whiskey. The cheap wall clock chimed. Bong, bong, bong, bong it went until it rang nine times. Why would a killer leave the appendages and the head but take the torso? James wondered as he downed the rest of the cheap whiskey and took the glass to the sink. The mischief and mayhem of the criminal psyche and the ways of understanding it gave James a headache as he rubbed his temple. As per his nightly ritual, James walked into his small, dimly lit room and changed into his old captain’s uniform and army boots. With a glob of hair gel, he smoothed his hair back and styled it with his comb.