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[loki-cees-all]

Fiji {James Conrad x Female Reader Drabble}

Cee's James Conrad Fic Masterlist / AO3 Link

Pairing : James Conrad x Female Reader

Summary : A much-needed vacation for you and Conrad leads to nothing but lots of skin, sunshine, and the bluest blue you’ve ever seen.

W/c : 1.5k words

Content / Warnings : Established relationship, skinny-dipping, hurt/comfort (focus on the comfort for a change), some lingering angst, and just a touch of smut.

18+ Only - Minors DNI

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Daylight had only broken two hours prior, but you were already in the ocean. 

The bright cerulean sky overhead blended seamlessly with the crystal blue water below. At your shoulders, gentle and warm waves lapped at your skin, and in the distance, the calls of the local parrot finches provided the perfect soundscape for the island. Deep below the water’s surface, docile sand soothed the aching muscles of your feet, and if you submerged yourself completely in the water, you’d be able to see for almost a mile along the ocean floor. 

That is, if you were interested in thinking about anything besides the gorgeous man wrapped around you. 

Conrad had grumbled when you’d woken him up so early, just barely four hours after setting up camp and passing out on the vacant beach together. The face he’d made while trying desperately, and failing, to pull you back into the sleeping bag was infuriatingly adorable. But once his eyes had opened enough to see you happily stripping for a naked morning swim, his attitude had changed almost instantly. 

“Is this what you had in mind when you demanded a midnight boat ride to Tivoa Island?” Conrad had grinned as he peeled off his t-shirt and began working on his jeans. His hungry eyes were glued to your frame as you pulled your tank top overhead and then shimmied your shorts down your hips; his fingers, not quite as awake as his eyes were at that point, had fumbled with the buttons, struggling to free himself fast enough and catch up with you. 

You had laughed in response, walking backwards towards the water, taunting him with your nude form and an innocent smile on your lips. “I didn’t demand anything, darling. I politely requested that you find someone to give us a lift, that’s all.” 

The water was up to your knees by the time Conrad managed to catch up with you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and lifting you up into a backwards bearhug. And you had squealed with delight as he buried his nose in your neck and began to move you both deeper into the healing waters.

“If I had known that this little excursion was going to include skinny-dipping, I would have found us a ride a lot sooner than midnight, my dear…” he had murmured against your skin, breathing in your scent and running his hands along your hips once you lowered you back to your feet. 

Conrad’s touch was heavenly - his skin was so soft and soothingly warm, his every muscle so steady and strong against your back. At that moment, you were happier than you’d ever been. 

You’d already spent ten whole days and nine entire nights with him - every minute was kept all to yourselves, and there were absolutely no interruptions. But still, neither of you could keep your eyes and hands off each other the entire time. This was by far the longest you’d spent together since that very first meeting back in Saigon, and the entire trip had been nothing short of perfection - exploring new places and cultures along the islands of Fiji by day, and making considerable amounts of love by night. Everything the soul needed to set itself right again. 

Conrad hadn’t been sold on the idea of a vacation when you first broached the subject; he was a working man by birth, a desperate martyr looking for some way to be of use, and never one to turn down a job that needed doing. Whether any particular job actually needed doing was always up for debate, in your opinion, and after the tragedy on Skull Island, you were prepared to become relentless in your insistence that he needed to rest. 

But much to your surprise, he had immediately given in. He acquiesced, without any further struggle or argument, and took you up in your offer to travel for pleasure instead of pain. Because something horrible on that island had finally broken him, and it killed you to see it. 

Initially, he hadn’t wanted to discuss it at all…much in the same way he never wanted to talk about the war. You didn’t want to pry or to push in respect for his privacy, but you knew whatever still haunted him was deep and painful haunting. Even months later, he still had nightmares, and he’d wake up with a start, bolting upright and shouting orders at the long lost ghosts of Skull Island. 

And all you could do was hold Conrad tight, hoping that somewhere along the way, between the sun and the moon and the water, he’d finally be able to unburden himself. 

It was the third night in Lautoka, while basking in the afterglow of the second round of lovemaking that evening, when he finally opened up about the horrors of that place. Conrad wasn’t usually one for being upfront about his feelings, especially the negative ones, but he actually admitted to being absolutely terrified, for what was probably only the fourth or fifth time in his entire life. 

But he wasn’t necessarily scared of the monsters, or of the people - no, he had been frightened of never seeing you again. Of never getting to hold you, or make love to you again - and that fear was something he just couldn’t continue living with. With you, there was just too much for him to lose. And if there was one thing trackers hated the most, it was being unable to regain something precious. 

So now here you both were, standing back to chest in the Pacific Ocean, bathing in the sunlight and letting the waves purge away the aches and pains buried deep within both of your souls. Conrad was feeling so much better; he was smiling and laughing again, he was appreciating the little things, he was looking forward to the future. He was alive, and thus, so were you. 

Because you were loved here, cradled in Conrad’s arms and floating amongst the waves of his heart. And he was safe here, protected by you and the sunshine and the gentle breeze, from every dark shadow and every monster that still lingered in his painful memories. The gentle breeze blew away the ashes of the past, and the graceful waves paved the way for a quiet, simple life. 

Nothing could hurt either of you here, and absolutely everything could heal you. 

Conrad squeezed your hips again as he pressed lazy kisses along your neck and shoulder, and you were suddenly reminded of the time constraints against you both. The boat would be heading back to Lautoka at exactly noon, and the docks were just under a half hour’s walk from the beach. As much as you’d love to spend another week on this remote and exquisite beach, the rest of your belongings and food were still tucked away in your room at the Seabreeze Hotel…

“We should probably get a move on, if we don’t want to miss the boat back…” you murmured reluctantly, even as your heart raced while his lips moved up to your ear. Conrad let out an enticing and teasing hum as he nibbled on your earlobe, and a shiver of excitement ran down your spine as he pressed himself harder against your backside. 

“Yes, and we should probably have a snack before we go…” Conrad’s fingertips dipped between your thighs, grazing you softly with the most delicate of touches and leaving your brain short-circuiting in bewilderment. 

“I think there’s, uh…crackers…in my bag…” you breathed heavily, feeling lost in his touch again. Conrad’s fingers matched the gentle ocean waves as they pushed and withdrew, gathering up any leftover anguish and leaving nothing except euphoria in their wake. 

He continued that motion for a few more moments, winding you up for another beautiful release. Your head fell back against his shoulder and your lips parted with heavy breaths as your hips rolled with his fingers. Just as you were about to come, your fingernails dug into his forearms and you moaned his name in just the way he liked. 

But shockingly, right when you were on the edge of an incredible orgasm, Conrad completely withdrew his fingers and scooped you up bridal style instead. You gasped in surprise and your brow furrowed with irritation at the sudden reversal he'd pulled on you. But as you hooked an arm around his shoulder and looked up into his glittering blue eyes, at those irises shining brighter than the ocean and the sun combined, your heart outright stopped in your chest, like you were seeing him for the very first time again.

Conrad’s skin had grown so very tan from the sun, and so very soft from all the salt in the atmosphere. As his skin had grown tanner, new and more impressive freckles had popped up along his high cheekbones and broad shoulders. His beautiful eyes sparkled in the bright light reflecting off the water - the bluest blue you’d ever seen - and you could have sworn he’d acquired several new laugh-lines since this much-needed vacation had begun. 

He was healing. He was whole again, and the ocean had done that for you both. The ocean forces you to let go of everything holding you down, so you could focus on clinging to what was actually important. Nothing else on this planet could ever compare to the ocean’s power. 

Conrad just laughed as he carried you back to shore. “Oh, let me assure you, darling…It’s not food I’m hungry for.” 

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[sserpente]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! 🌞⛱️🤿

Guys! Let's do this! It's been way too long! Send in some prompts if you like! It's time to geek out! Besides, summer is coming up! So if you've got any hot ideas for that, shoot them my way as well!

You can send in prompts for the following characters this time:

Loki (Thor/The Avengers)

Adam (Only Lovers Left Alive)

Captain James Conrad (Kong: Skull Island)

Jonathan Pine (The Night Manager)

Thomas Sharpe (Crimson Peak)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things)

Captain Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Caribbean)

As always, please refer to my FAQ real quick before submitting a prompt! 💚

[crimsyn1981]

I just need to lose control of myself. Like can't think, can't breathe, can't walk, can't process type of losing control.

[lokisgoodgirl]

I'll leave him, James!!!! I'll leave him!!!! 😂😂 Just give me all the words like this. The letter bursting into flames from the heat coming off my skin 😂😂

@anukulee thank you so much!!!!! Ahhhhh this is amazing.

Despite his very gentlemanly sentiments, I feel like he'd include a polaroid of this... 😂

Your Protector (James Conrad Letter)

Dedicated to @lokisgoodgirl

Dear Friend,

I am not one for letters, for I saw no need for them in my past occupation. Yet when I heard it was your birthday I thought it was only fit enough to write you a letter, one that I hope expresses my current wishes of mine to you.

Upon meeting you I was unsure what to think, for the island has left me to mistrust, far more than even the war. And while I can't disclose details of said mission, you can grasp a concept of what that means. Yet meeting you was such a change, you are a star, for never have I met such a woman such as you. For you are a woman who knows what she wants, and shall do anything to get it. Your eyes shine as bright as the day sky, and your friendship is the highest value to me. If you weren't married, I would gladly take you to be mine. Had it not been for your husband confusing for some actor you call Tom Hiddleston, we might've never met. Such a sad thought, as I would not know your friendship, as you stay up and talk me through my thoughts. Listening to me even if I can't give you the full story, your husband being just as grand as you. I truly thank you for the wonderful friendship, and I am sorry that I couldn't be more word-filled. I hope this is enough.

Signed Your Dearest Friend,

James Conrad

[hazelsmirrorball]

MASTERLIST

I decided to update my master list for all the new people. Thank you so much for all the support throughout the years. I appreciate and love you guys so much. Have a Wonderfull day.

 

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F1 |

Oscar Piastri

F1 elementary

Bed Chem

Lacy

Too Sweet

Roses

Mr. and Ms. Piastri

Drivers License

And they were roommates

Charles Leclerc

Summerween

My boy only breaks his favorite toys

It's not my fault you're like in love with me or something

Back to December

Bad idea right?

Paper Rings

    ☆☆☆☆☆

Bottoms |

Hazel Callahan :

Santa's Little Helper

Rockstar girlfriend part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5. part 6.

We aren't partners

Friendsgiving

The Bodyguard

Christmas in November

The day after Halloween

My girlfriend is a werewolf part 1. part 2.

Bottoms the podcast

Teacher Things

Undercover Spiderwoman part 1. part 2.

      ☆☆☆☆☆

DC |

Blue Beetle :

Spiderman's Biggest Fan part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5.

Jason Todd:

Bad idea right?

The exit

Valentines Number one hater

The better brother

The Red Container part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4.

Dick Grayson:

Vampire

The exit

The Cupid Trap

Villanious Love part 1. part 2.

The Better Brother

Bat-family:

The Bat-family

The better Robin, the better lover.

      ☆☆☆☆☆

Marauders Era |

James Potter :

Mystery of Love

Lover, James Potter Version

Regulus Black:

Rumors of love

Valentine

Astronomy

Marauders

Battle of the Valentines

Galentines Day

Heather (wolfstar)

Santas Little Helper

Hogwarts Elementary

Friendsgiving

The Marauders

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Slytherin Boys |

Lorenzo Berkshire :

Roses

Theodore Nott:

The Anonymous Red Velvet Cupcakes

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Extras |

JJ Maybank

Holidate

Conrad Fisher

Midnight grapes

Timothee Chalamet

Late Night Talking

[autumnscribbles]

masterlist

hello friends i'm finally making a masterlist!! i left out old imagines that i don't really write for those people anymore but yeah!!

requests always open!!

Love y'all!

Brad Simpson

secret's out

believe me

LA nights

after the show

rooftop

cheap wine

missing you

don't touch her

confessions

betrayal

friends

Colby Brock

lost

begin again

Conrad Fisher

secret

[carryingthebanner8]

Y’all please I’m begging for requests😭

[lettalady]

For the prompt "hope springs eternal"

oooh I had a couple things occur to me regarding this phrase. Let's chase after James Conrad and his younger step-sibling. They have a tradition between them, passing their father's lighter back and forth on or close to respective birthdays. He sort of meant for her to hang onto it this last time - but she had different ideas.

Thank you for getting the characters stirring!

Word Prompt Challenge : Send me a word (or phrase) and I’ll write a story

Hope springs eternal { Proverb: phrase of hope. It is human nature to find fresh cause for optimism. See also: You continue to hope something will happen, although it seems unlikely }

James Conrad shouldn't be escorting his little sister anywhere. Particularly he shouldn't be trying to find the safest way back from his camp site to civilization, or dealing with the pilot and ex-friend that brought said little sister from the safety of what once was home to discover why it was she hadn't heard from him. Solitude was sort of the point.

He was the tracker in the area that had a bit of time on his hands, so everyone brought the news to him these days, defeating his attempt at pulling away from the world. Shock wasn't the first thing that sprang to him when his little sister, more grimy than he's ever remembered seeing her. She wasn't alone, not that the company shepherding her was a welcome sight.

The moment he gets them both to his camp to clean up a little before the real trek begins, he turns to the man he knew during his SAS days, and once considered a close friend. This incident only adds to the bad blood between them. "I thought you'd be dead by now."

The former buddy only snorts deadpan in response, “I thought you’d be less of an asshole, but here we are.” 

Yes. Here they are. And if memory serves it's not him that's the asshole that cost so many their lives. James tamps down on the bubbling irritation threatening to turn an attempted rescue into a brawl. “So you brought my sister out here.” 

“Didn't know she was your sister at first."

At first. Didn't turn the job down once the connection was revealed. Clearly.

"She’d have found someone less reputable if I didn’t.” 

Hmmph. Reputable is a stretch. “Fair.” 

“And you’d’ve killed me if something had happened to her. Something different had happened. Not that I coulda known that she would take after your insanity. Took my reminder about IF it looked like we needed to jump to goddamned do it. Your family is…” 

“Whatchit.” 

Silence falls as they wait for his little sister to reappear, hopefully a little more put together and ready to make the long trek in. Maybe he'll get himself a drink, hustle the pool tables for money -- since he'll find himself in the city again.

"So. The plan is to get her out of here."

"Her, and you, on the first plane departing." James nods, "Hope springs eternal."

[holdmytesseract]

Lyric-Drabble-Mania (completed)

a/n: This is the masterlist for my 1k follower special! 🥳 I already started to write the first drabbles, so I think I start to post them sometime next week! ☺️😁

General Warnings: fluff, angst/heavy angst, smuttish - no smut (There will be warnings on each drabble as well!)

All the lines taken from the songs are not mine. Lyrics are in bold, so credits to the artists.

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @ladycamillewrites @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @lulubelle814 @coldnique @sweetpeapod @thefemininemystiquee @cheekyscamp @peaches1958 @multifandom-worlds @stupidthoughtsinwriting @eleniblue @simping-for-marvel @lokixryss

°☆• Masterlist •☆°

Jealousy {Robert Laing x fem!Reader}

Blown Away {Jonathan Pine x fem!Reader}

Running Out of Time {Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader}

Sing Me To Sleep {BabyFever!Loki & Ella}

Too Late {Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader}

Forever In His Eyes {Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader}

Bewitched {Will Ransome x fem!Reader}

Not Alone {Jonathan Pine x fem!Reader}

One Look {Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader}

Memories {Magnus Martinsson x fem!Reader}

Coldness in Our Hearts {Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader}

Possession {Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader}

Healing Words {Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader}

Guardian Angel {Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader}

The Long Way 'Round {Young!Tom Hiddleston x fem!Readed}

Shattered Hearts {Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader}

Demons {Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader}

So Loved {BabyFever!Loki & Ella}

Nightmare Turned Reality {Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader}

On Edge {Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader}

Lifesaver {Magnus Martinsson x fem!Reader}

Be Right Now {Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader}

[loki-cees-all]

Cee's James Conrad Fic Masterlist

Other Character Masterlists Here - Cee's Loki Fic Masterlist / Cee's Magnus Martinsson Fic Masterlist

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One-Shot Collection

Fiji - James Conrad x Female Reader / Drabble / Hurt-Comfort (focus on the comfort for a change) / 1.5k words

Dreaming of a White Christmas - James Conrad x Female Reader / coming soon

Dirty - James Conrad x Female Reader / coming laterish

Clean - James Conrad x Female Reader / coming laterish

Poker Face - James Conrad x Female Reader / coming laterish

How Do You Want Me? - James Conrad x Female Reader / Smut / coming laterish

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[mochie85]

A Night With The Captain

A moodboard created for @the-slumberparty "Test Your Palette Challenge" using the colors above. I got very lucky with the color scheme the first time around.

Main Masterlist | Moodboard Masterlist

Tagging people who might be interested: @springdandelixn @michelleleewise @lokisgoodgirl @gigglingtigger @xorpsbane @sarahscribbles @loopsisloops @mischief2sarawr @ladyofthestayingpower @irishhappiness @ladycamillewrites @fictive-sl0th @muddyorbsblr @lokiprompts @give-me-a-moose @immersed-in-mischief @britishserpent @theaudacitytowrite @coldnique @holdmytesseract @wheredafandomat @tallseaweed @simplyholl

[lokiscockslut]

im a little bit tipsy right now so my reblog may not be the most constructive (yes i know it's 2 pm i have a day off) but i hope you know that even though im not really active on tumblr i look forward to your posts and seeing you tag me makes my week every single time ❤️ keep doing what you're doing literally no other Loki/Tom character fics bring out the same feelings in me as yours do EDIT: agh in my inebriqted state i forgot to comment on the fic itself. i think it's amazing and i'll reread it tomorrow when i'm in a state to actually comprehend the words im reading ❤️ i'm liking it so far you literary einstein

I feel like Conrad could be the type who gets horny when he’s jealous. Like if he broke up with you and saw you at a bar flirting with someone else, he’s like oops, I made a horrible mistake and the only way to deal with it is to interrupt this nonsense and fuck it out in the most convenient and reasonably private place. But maybe that’s just me.

𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐒𝐢𝐱 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐.𝟒𝐤

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“...and that’s when I told him, “buddy, I’m the one who told your wife!””

Eric’s grating high pitched cackle regrettably brings your attention back to the present. He’s looking at you expectantly across the small bar table and so you do your best to force a polite laugh. He looks placated and so you relax, although it’s anyone’s guess what he’s been talking about for the past ten minutes. 

A small part of you feels guilty - it had been you who suggested this date, after all - but the plan you’ve been using him for has been falling into place since you both walked through the frosted doors to the bar. You had selected this table on purpose and took the side that offered you a clear view across the bar to the tiny booth by the window.

The tiny booth in which James has been watching you from all night. 

He’s been nursing the same bottle of 333 for over half an hour, and you’d be willing to bet that it’s still mostly full. Once those icy blue eyes had caught sight of you, everything else seemed to have faded away. 

Eric is in the middle of another mind numbing story, but you choose that exact second to let out a squeal of laughter and reach out a hand to place it on his forearm. At once, four pairs of eyes are on you. Eric’s are bright and disbelieving and maybe a tiny bit confused as to what exactly you’re laughing at.

Across the bar James’ are boring into you, almost as if daring you to laugh again. 

A burst of pride fills your chest. The man who insisted that he didn’t get jealous is jealous. Blindingly jealous. And it’s all because of you. 

“Eugene, you’re a balm for the soul, but would you excuse me for a minute? I’ve got to go powder my nose,” you interrupt your date so suddenly that he genuinely looks taken aback. 

Or at least that’s what you think. 

“It’s Emmet,” he says as you stand from the table. “My name is Emmet.”

You’re briefly mortified - he has served his purpose after all,- but it’s short lived when you glance quickly across the bar and lock eyes with James. Any mortification is soon replaced with exhilaration. 

“Emmet, right. My mistake,” you offer halfheartedly, already turning in the direction of the bathrooms before he can draw breath to reply. 

Your heels clack on the tile floor in time with the music that’s blaring obnoxiously from the small stage to your right, and it sends a rush of confidence straight to your head. You bask in it, letting the warm glow rush all the way to the bottom of your black stiletto heels.

Let James Conrad try and resist you tonight. 

Slowly, you descend the steps to the dimly lit bathrooms below. The music from above becomes muffled when you push through the heavy wooden door, giving you the perfect opportunity to hear the heavy tread of footsteps that follow down the stairs not two minutes later. 

You’re already standing at the mirrors reapplying your lipstick when the wooden door swings open, this time with force, and then it’s just you and James in a very small space.

Just like old times. 

“Fancy seeing you here,” you say after only a beat of silence, surprised at how confident you sound when your heart is beating a mile a minute inside your chest.

James doesn’t move an inch from where he’s standing in the doorway, but you can feel his eyes running over you like you’re a prize he’s finally caught. It’s nothing short of exhilarating to see how you still affect him, and it makes a small glimmer of hope burn in your chest that maybe he’s had the same misgivings as you about the sudden end of your relationship. 

“I could say the same about you,” he finally replies. “You told me you hated this place.”

You drop your lipstick back into your bag and turn to face him, allowing yourself only a second to drink in the familiar shape of the man you once loved. 

No. The man you still love. The man you never stopped loving. 

“No I didn’t. I told you I hated the wine they served here. Two completely different grievances,” you reply, not missing the tiny twitch of his lips. “Anyway, what are you doing here? I thought you were off on the Galapagos somewhere.” 

“No you didn’t.” James’ reply is instant, and the quiet confidence with which he says it makes something molten stir to life between your thighs. 

“Hmm, weird. Eddit and I were talking all about his latest posting and he told me he was in the Galapagos with James Conrad. Or maybe it was the guy from last week? I think his name was…Isaac?” you reply, doing your best to maintain a look of total innocence and delighting in the way he rolls his jaw in irritation. 

It’s how you know you’ve got him. 

James inhales deeply and wordlessly reaches an arm back behind him to flip the lock on the bathroom door. The click is barely audible, but it makes the air thicken with anticipation. Your eyes eagerly meet his, and you hold his gaze as he closes the distance between you in two large, slow strides, backing you firmly against the wall. The coldness of the tiles seeps through the thin material of your dress, but it contrasts oh so wonderfully with the heat of James’ body as he presses flush against you. 

“Enough,” he says, his voice low and dangerous, and he reaches out to take your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “I know exactly what you’re doing.”

His touch has excitement thrumming through your veins and awakens delicious memories of what those skilled hands are capable of doing elsewhere. Perhaps if you’re lucky…

A fresh pulse of heat pools between your thighs at the thought.

“Is it working?” you ask with a coy smile. 

His blue eyes dart momentarily to your lips, but they’re just as quickly back on yours and burning bright with desire. “Yes.”

Before you can even draw breath James’ lips are crashing roughly against yours while two large hands bracket your face. His kiss is hungry and demanding, like you’re an oasis in his never ending desert, and you meet his eagerness with your own. You want to devour him and, even with your arms possessively wrapped around his broad shoulders, it’s impossible to pull him close enough. 

How on Earth have you managed to survive six months without him? How did you ever let him convince you that breaking up was in your best interest? If tonight leads to anything more than this, you vow that you’ll never let this man go again. 

James is pressing you firmly against the bathroom wall, like he too can’t get close enough. You can feel the taut, toned muscles of his abdomen beneath the dark blue button down, and it almost sends you frantic with need. It’s impossible to stop your wandering hands from sliding down his back to dip beneath the hem, greedily exploring the dips and contours of his stomach and tracing the outline of his abs. 

James moans appreciatively against your lips and rewards you with a roll of his hips against yours. His cock is hard and straining against his jeans, making you almost dizzy with desire. You need James Conrad like you need the air in your lungs, even if it takes all damn night to be fully satisfied. 

Panting, you pull back from his kiss, but not without a parting nip to his bottom lip. “Is this what happens when I try to make you jealous?”

James is equally breathless as the tip of his nose lightly traces your cheek. “This is what happens when I realise that letting you go was the biggest mistake I ever made.”

Your heart skips joyously in your chest and you’re struck with the sudden need to hold him. “James…,” you breathe out softly, but his lips are back on yours before you can say anything more. 

His kiss is just as eager as before. You welcome it gladly, drinking in the taste of him while he hoists one of your legs around his waist, then the other until both are locked around him and he’s pinning you to the bathroom wall. 

Your dress is now somewhere around your waist, so when James rolls his hips against you once more, you can feel the teasing press of his cock through the thin lace of your underwear. It lights a fire deep in your core, a fire that will only be quenced by having him fuck you right here, right now. 

Just like the first time.

“James,” you say again against his lips, and there’s no missing the note of utter desperation in your voice. 

“Yes?” he replies, resting his forehead against yours. 

Your hands drop to his belt buckle, making short work of it and eagerly moving to his zipper. “Please. Right here. I’ve missed you too much.” 

He hums low in his throat but offers you a devastating smirk. “My depraved girl. I see you haven’t changed at all.” 

You succeed in freeing him from his boxers and impatiently wrap your hand around his cock, relishing the deep moan that floats sinfully from between his lips. “I’ve actually learned a few things,” you tease him. 

James wraps his hand around your own, coaxing it faster while the other pushes aside the skimpy lace underwear beneath your dress. “I expect a thorough lesson later.”

Later. That one simple word sends a wave of euphoria rushing through your blood. 

With your free hand you pull his lips closer to yours. “That depends on how well you perform right now.”

James grins at your teasing and you feel the head of his cock drag through your soaked cunt. “Wicked, wicked girl,” he whispers, claiming your lips right as he eases himself inside you. 

You whimper against his lips as he fills you slowly until you can take no more of him. Your cunt flutters wildly around him and you hear his quiet grunt of pleasure. It’s intoxicating - he’s intoxicating - and you don’t think you can last another second without being his. 

“Please, James,” you beg softly, clenching around him for good measure. 

His eyes are dancing as he gazes at you. “I never was able to deny you anything, was I?” he says, adjusting your legs around his waist. “I have no intention of starting now, darling girl.” 

He moulds his body instantly to yours, rolling his hips just right to hit that sweet spot inside you over and over. He knows you intimately, knows your body better than anyone else, and it isn’t long until you’re clinging desperately to his shoulders, repeating his name like a prayer to the Heavens and caring little if anyone can hear your cries of pleasure. 

In this moment James Conrad is all you know, he’s all you want to know, and when his hand slips between you both to expertly toy with your clit you know you’re done for. 

The heady combination of his fingers on your clit and his cock in your cunt have little stars dancing at the edges of your vision. Your release builds like a tidal wave in your core until it’s white hot and you’re dangling right off the glorious edge of the freefall. 

You aren’t going to last much longer.

“James…please…gonna cum….please,” you beg, closing your eyes against the sheer force of the pleasure building in your core. 

It’s been too long, too long since you’ve been properly fucked, and, from previous experience, you know this man is about to ruin you for anyone else. 

James is panting heavily in your ear, forehead resting against your temple while he’s half gone to his own impending climax. “‘Wait,” he pleads. “Wait for me.” 

With how sinfully he’s grunting and moaning in your ear and how precariously you’re balancing on the knife edge, you aren’t sure you can wait, but you hear his deep intake of breath barely a minute later. 

“Cum for me, my sweet girl. Now.” It’s a direct order, and one that you have no intention of disobeying. 

Your orgasm erupts with so much force that you can’t even scream. It steals the breath from your lungs, leaving you incapable of doing anything but clutch wildly at the man between your legs. You force yourself to breathe, and James’ name leaves you in a scream that rings off the bathroom walls, as though it’s the only word you’ll ever need to know. He pulls you tight against his firm chest as he rides out his own release, cursing and moaning your name until his hips finally go still. 

The silence of the bathroom is only broken by the joint sounds of your heavy breathing and the wet press of James’ lips to your neck. 

You’re boneless in his strong arms when you eventually come down off your high, unable to do anything but cling to him and nuzzle your face into the familiar comfort of his neck. He still uses the same cologne - the expensive one you bought him one Christmas - and it makes you grip him that little bit tighter. 

Had he ever really let go?

James’ chest is heaving as he holds you, and you feel the warmth of his palm as he runs it along your back. So much has changed in the past six months, yet nothing has changed at all. 

“I knew going on that date with Elliot was a good idea. Best sex I’ve had in six months,” you say finally - and a little groggily - against the warm skin of his neck. 

You hear James laugh quietly and press a kiss to your hair. “I’ve missed you, sweet girl. More than you know.” 

You return his kiss with one of your own to the juncture of his neck and shoulder, then raise your head to meet his eyes. “Then don’t let me go again,” you reply. It’s half an order, half a plea. 

James cradles your face in his hands, like you’re the one thing he’s waited his entire life to hold. “I lived six months without you. I don’t intend on ever doing it again.” 

It’s a promise that he seals with a kiss.

[hazelsmirrorball]

CUPIDS FOURTEEN LOVE STORIES MASTERLIST

Since I love Valentine’s Day so much I decided to to a little Valentine’s Day series as a gift from me to you. Enjoy <3

Valentines Number One Hater

Jason Todd x Fem! Reader

Jason hates Valentine's Day with a burning passion. When he decides to take out his trash he bumps into his next door neighbor, Y/n. Y/n is obsessed with Valentines and is attempting to go on a nice valentines day but her plans don’t go as planned when she gets stuck in the elevator with her neighbor.

Late Night Talking

Timothée Chalamet x Fem!Reader

Timothee decides to have a cozy night in for Valentine’s Day with his lovely girlfriend

The Anonymous Red Velvet Cupcakes Bak er

Theodore Nott x Reader

Y/n loves red velvet cupcakes, so to win her heart someone anonymously tries to make her family’s secret recipe

Hogwarts Elementary

Modern Marauders! X Fem! Reader

It's Valentine's Day in Hogwarts Elementary and James decides it's a good idea to play secret admire with one of the teachers.

Lover, James Potter Version

James Potter x Fem! Reader

you’re madly in love with James Potter and you’ll make everyone know that you’ll love him forever.

Midnight Grapes 

Conrad Fisher x Fem! Reader

Y/n wants love so she decides that the best thing she could do is eat grapes on New Years Eve.

The Better Robin, the better lover.

Batbros x Batsis

It’s Valentine’s Day, and the Batbros are fighting over who is most likely to get a flower arrangement.

The Cupid Trap

dick Grayson x spider!girl reader

In which Jason Todd tries to settle his hopeless romantic best friend on a date with his brother.

Holidate

JJ Maybank x Kook! Reader 

Y/n lies to her parents to make them accept her boyfriend, JJ.

Valentine

Regulus Black x Fem! Reader 

Regulus asked Y/n to be his Valentines 

Roses

Lorenzo Berkshire x Reader

Lorenzo get anonymous flowers for Valentine’s Day.

Galentines

 Fem! Reader x Mauraders! Era girlies 

the girls decide that they should do a picnic for their annual galentines celebration. 

Battle of the Valentines

Remus Lupin x Fem! Reader, James Potter x Fem! Reader, Sirius Black x Fem! Reader. 

The marauders all have a crush on their best friend, Y/n. They all want to ask her to be their valentine, the better one will win her heart.

[Regular Masterlist]

[cleo-fox]

Come Back, Be Here

Summary: Conrad has been away on a job for two months. Perhaps the welcome home will make up for it.

Pairing: James Conrad x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, p in v sex, fluffy sex.

Series: A Girl Back Home (I don’t have a masterlist for this yet, but this is what I’m calling this series). Technically, this is preceded by Wildest Dreams, but it can be read on its own as well.

A/N: Once again, I got carried away. Curse this man and his ridiculous biceps!

Conrad has been away on a job for two months.

You knew you would miss him, but you didn’t realize you would feel it in so many places—in the empty space next to you in bed, the shaving cream he’d left in your bathroom, the absence of his favorite cereal in your grocery cart. You sleep in his sweatshirt like surrounding yourself with a physical reminder of him will ease the ache in your heart. 

You wonder if having a girl back home feels equally strange to him. He has a photo of you in his wallet, a candid black and white with “I love you” scrawled in your handwriting on the back. The night before he left, you tried hiding a love letter in the billfold, with the idea that he’d find it while he was gone and think of you. It was the most romantic idea you’d had in the course of your relationship…and he found it almost immediately.

“What’s this?” he’d asked, holding up the letter with a quietly amused sort of expression that made you miss him already.

You sighed. “How did you already find that?”

He raised his eyebrows, like you were being silly. “It was hard not to notice.”

“How? It’s a piece of paper.”

“It completely changes the look and feel of the entire wallet.”

You couldn’t tell if he was being serious or just teasing you. “Well, it was supposed to be a romantic surprise.”

He’d smiled fondly and tucked the note back in the billfold. “I’ll read it later, then. The moment I start missing you.”

(He will tell you later that he read it as soon as the plane took off and that fact makes you want to hold him tighter than ever).

You’d gathered that this assignment is much like the last job—the one that has sent him to your doorstep late at night with his heart in his hands and confessions on his lips. You have his itinerary—or as much as he could give you, anyway. He’d said he’d call when he could—and he does. The line is crackly and you can hear a strange humming that reminds you a little bit of crickets, but just a little bit off. The calls don’t show up on your phone bill—it’s a new technology, he’d said. Something with satellites. Technically, it wasn’t supposed to be used for personal calls, but he’d told them he wouldn’t take the job unless they made an exception.

He’d told you that casually over breakfast, like it was an incidental detail. You knew better, though—you knew it meant that he loved you.

You don’t ask too many questions when he calls. You tell him about your day, what you made for dinner, the progress of the squirrel that has been trying to get into the bird feeder.

He doesn’t talk about what he’s doing—he speaks in anecdotes that could happen anywhere. Something funny that Weaver said, a story Brooks had told him. You could almost believe he was away on a regular business trip from these conversations—sometimes you try to imagine him in a suit in some shitty hotel a few hours away, living off of stale drip coffee and mediocre takeaway.

He always ends his calls the same way: “I love you. Speak soon.”

You’d told him there was no such thing as safe and you know that’s true, but it feels different when you’re the girl back home.

He wasn’t quite sure when he’d be coming back. In theory, it wouldn’t be longer than three months; in practice, you don’t really know. You’re bracing yourself for a longer timeframe in the hope that you’ll be pleasantly surprised instead of crushingly disappointed.

Two months and three days after he left, the sound of the lock coming undone wakes you in the middle of the night.

Right away, you know it’s him. And even though you were dead asleep mere moments ago, you’re on your feet immediately, running down the hall in the dark, heart full of hope.

The sight of him is like a feast in a famine and your eyes rake over his frame with a fervor. He’s barely locked the door behind him when you throw your arms around him, burying your face against his neck.

“I didn’t want to wake you,” he says, which you both know is a lie. It’s been two long and lonely months—you couldn’t sleep through this and he’d be hard pressed to let you. 

“I missed you,” you say. You tip your head up and he meets you halfway, drawing you into a kiss that feels like home. His mouth is warm on yours and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him as close as you can.

It’s a minute later when he pulls back, eyes hooded. “I missed you, too.” He catches sight of his sweatshirt and grins, tugging at the hem. “Though I must admit, I didn’t realize I’d be relinquishing my possessions when I left.”

You arch an eyebrow. “Don’t you think it suits me?”

He hums, his hands sneaking up beneath the hem to squeeze your waist. “You know I prefer you in other clothes.”

“What other clothes?”

“Absolutely no clothes.”

“Your preferred outfit is the absence of an outfit? Doesn’t really make sense,” you say, barely suppressing the shiver that runs up your spine.

“Jet lag,” he says, pulling you flush against him, his grip firm on your hips.

“Should we go to bed then?”

He kisses you sweetly on the lips. “I’ve been waiting two months to hear you say that.”

Your capacity to tease him is limited in the best of circumstances, but after so long without him, it may as well be nonexistent. You lead him into the bedroom and the two of you descend to the bed in a tangle of limbs, his cock pressing hard and heavy against your belly. He fits his hips against yours and it feels so right, it’s almost as if he never left.

“God, I missed you,” he breathes against your lips as he rocks his hips against you. “I missed this.”

“James.” You say his name like a prayer as you fumble with his belt buckle. “I need you.”

And in truth, it’s not even that you need sex so much as you need to feel him. Safe. Home. Yours.

“You need me?” he asks with a bit of a playful smirk, even as he tugs your sleep shorts down and off your hips.

You nod, unbuckling his belt. “Right here, right now.” 

His smile is sharp as you free his cock. You run your hand up and down his length and a low, pleased sound rumbles in his chest as you line him up at your entrance. He pushes inside you immediately, groaning as his hips slide into place, flush against yours.

He rests his forehead against yours, his eyes fluttering shut. “Have I mentioned how much I missed you?”

“I don’t mind hearing about it again,” you say, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“I thought about you every day,” he says. “Every night.”

“Did you think about this?”

He groans. “Constantly.”

His mouth is back on yours as his hips begin moving in short, shallow thrusts, like he can’t bear to be parted from you for even a moment. There’s something graceful about the way he moves on top of you, body rolling like waves on the sea. You pull yourself even closer, your arms winding around his neck. 

He’s holding back and you don’t want him to. You want him to take you hard and fast, until the ache of his absence is little more than a memory. 

“James.” You think he hears the desperation into your voice because he shifts his hips and hits that angle that makes you see stars, his fingers slipping between the two of you to circle your clit. Your head lolls back onto the pillow as you whimper. It’s been so long and the relief of him finally easing the ache inside of you is almost too much.

He grits his teeth, head tipping back just slightly. “Fuck. I love this. I love you.”

A tingling pressure is building in your hips, your muscles clenching tighter and tighter around his cock.

Conrad groans. “God, yes, that’s it, that’s so good, darling, that’s so fucking good—”

You mouth his name like it’s a magic word that will cause the tension inside you to finally snap like a rubber band and take you to bliss.

And suddenly, it does, with all the rush and roar of a river dam bursting. Two months of a longing, aching need finally reaching its spectacular conclusion. You surrender to the tide, letting it pull you under as you cry out over and over again.

He keeps going as your orgasm moves through you in waves, his thrusts growing more frantic as the rippling shocks of your pleasure drag him closer to his breaking point.

“I’m sorry, darling, I’m not going to last.” He’s panting, hips stuttering in their rhythm as he sucks in a shaky anticipatory breath.

“Come for me,” you breathe and his face contorts in ecstasy and a low, perfect groan falls from his lips as he empties himself inside you. You barely have a moment to appreciate the transcendent expression on his face before his mouth covers yours and he kisses you so slowly and deeply it makes your toes curl.

It’s a minute or two before he stills, savoring the afterglow and the feeling of you underneath him.

“I love you.” He breathes the words against your lips, like they’re a secret only for you to know. It’s not the first time he’s said this, but it feels just as new, just as thrilling nonetheless.

“I love you, too.” You press a kiss against his lips. “And I’m so glad you’re home.”

[asgards-princess-of-mischief]

Last Updated: 2024-04-05

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite James Conrad stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

✑ Combat Lessons￨Prt. II￨Prt. III by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "Imagine [your father, hiring] Captain James Conrad,… to train you [in combat]."

✑ Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: "Imagine you and James Conrad [constantly arguing] until you [getting] stranded on an uncharted island where you have to rely on each other to survive. Suddenly, grudges are forgotten, romantic things are said, and you realize you [might not] hate each other after all..."

✑ Bind Me by lady-rose-moon • 18+ • 〔E᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "When you see that your husband is troubled by his time on Skull Island, you suggest doing something entertaining."

✑ Caught in a Love Web by screw-real-life-i-pick-fandoms • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: After rescuing you from one of Skull Islands' giant spiders, James finally finds the courage to tell you everything he wanted to say months ago.

✑ Dancing in the Rain by sserpente • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: "Imagine, [while] stranded on [Skull] Island, convincing Captain James Conrad to dance [with you] in the rain...."

✑ Dangerous Paradise by holdmytesseract • 14+ • 〔E᜶M〕 •

Summary: "As a journalist, you join a expedition to a mysterious island called 'Skull Island' - which turns out to be a literal death trap. But with all the danger you are facing, there is at least one good thing... The incredibly hot tracker of the team, Captain James Conrad..."

✑ Don't Touch That by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "As a botanist for MONARCH, you can spy potentially deadly vegetation a mile away. Unfortunately, James Conrad cannot, and the thinly veiled sexual tension between… you is about to explode."

✑ I've Got You by lov3nerdstuff • 16+ • 〔E᜶C〕 •

Summary: "Imagine being on Skull Island... and Conrad shines a flashlight out into the darkness, only [to see] several pairs of eyes to [staring] back... The second you try to bolt… he [pulls] you against his firm chest, and [whispers in your ear not to move a muscle]."

✑ Keep Me Safe by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔E᜶C〕 •

Summary: "You run into a tent for safety after being chased by a massive insect-like creature while collecting flora samples from Skull Island. The tent belongs to James Conrad."

✑ Let's Stay Together by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "MONARCH has finally allowed James to return home to London after the fiasco on Skull Island. He finds you at home and remembers what he had been missing [while] he [was] gone."

✑ Lost and Found by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: After disappearing on a mission over five years ago, James is more than a little surprised to find you, his wife, alive and living with the locals on Skull Island.

✑ Nauseous by simplyrochellemari • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "You and James have [a] history [of] working together on cases, and your constant banter quickly takes a turn when you both get placed on the same assignment to Skull Island, and both of your lives are threatened."

✑ Not a Fever by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "You're quarantined in the laboratory with James Conrad as you try to determine what the effects of the pollen he was exposed to are."

✑ Rest by hopelessromanticspoonie • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Conrad knows exactly what buttons to push to get you to come to bed."

✑ Uncharted Teritory by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "Imagine [being on an expedition] with James Conrad. [When] he finds you bathing under a waterfall, he [plans] on chiding you for leaving the camp alone, [however] when he [sees you're] naked [it gets] harder and harder [for him] to focus."

✑ Unexpected, But Loved All the Same by merakiaes • 〔M᜶F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "James comes home from Skull Island and is greeted with a surprise he was not expecting."

✑ Use Me by ladycamillewrites • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: You help your husband let off some steam...

✑ Wildest Dreams by cleo-fox • 18+ • 〔M᜶E〕 •

Summary: It's nearing ten o'clock at night and James Conrad is standing on your doorstep.

✑ You Deserve Better￨Prt. II by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔F᜶C〕 •

Summary: When all the plans you'd made for today go down the drain, the last person you expected shows up at your door to try turning the night around.

✑ Abs by tomhiddleston-is-mischief • 〔F〕 •

✑ Admiration￨Prt. II by jewels2876 •

✑ Adventure by goddessofmischief • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Be Careful Now by justauthoring • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Best Hiders, the by jewels2876 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Brilliance of a Blanket Fort by hopelessromanticspoonie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Dear Daddy… by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Every One of Your Scars by lady-rose-moon • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Family Camping Trip by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Indescribable by justauthoring • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ It's Okay to Be Afraid by justauthoring • 〔F᜶C〕 •

✑ Just Like That￨Prt. II by jewels2876 • 〔F〕 •

✑ Just Passing Through by goddessofmischief • 〔F〕 •

✑ Just this Once by sserpente • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

✑ Motivation by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ No Lizards in the House! by ladyfluff • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ No More by justauthoring • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Operation Sheets by hopelessromanticspoonie • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Promise Me by ladyfluff • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Promises by hopelessromanticspoonie • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Rain by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Smiling Down at You by justauthoring • 〔A〕 •

✑ Waiting by hopelessromanticspoonie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Dates w/ James Conrad… by tomhiddleston-is-mischief • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ James Conrad as a Father… by thepilotanon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Having James Conrad as a Significant Others…￨Prt. II • by thepilotanon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

See Also: Navigation || James Conrad Master Index

Authors: @cleo-fox || @goddessofmischief || @holdmytesseract || @hopelessromanticspoonie || @jewels2876 || @just-the-hiddles || @justauthoring || @lady-rose-moon || @ladycamillewrites || @ladyfluff || @lov3nerdstuff || @merakiaes || @muddyorbsblr || @screw-real-life-i-pick-fandoms || @simplyrochellemari || @sserpente || @thepilotanon || @tomhiddleston-is-mischief ||

[jannavaire]

Johnathan, Robert, Loki, I mean most of them.. I'm saying yes, a thousand times, yes 🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

Tom Hiddleston Characters: How They Would Propose (To You)

(Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or images. This is just a fun listicle, not designed to offend anyone. As always, please feel free to leave comments and/or constructive criticism below. Thank you, and without any further ado, please enjoy!)

Characters in this list: Will Ransome, King Henry V, Prince Loki Odinson, Loki of Asgard and Jotunheim, Bill Hazeldine, Coriolanus, Jonathan Pine, Robert Laing, Magnus Martinsson, Oakley, Thomas Sharpe, James Conrad, and Jaguar Villain! Tom Hiddleston.

Also, my sincerest apologies - they all turned into mini-fics.

Will Ransome from The Essex Serpent

Reverend Will would propose to you after a Sunday roast dinner, after your family invited him to your home. You were helping to clear the table with the rest of the ladies in your family when Will coughed to announce his presence. At once, everyone cleared the dining room, leaving you alone with the vicar.

"A word please?" He politely called you by name, his hands clasped in front of him. Will sat you down in one of the empty chairs. Gods how he wanted to reach out and tuck one of your stray hairs behind your ear in that very moment, one of the intimate things that he longed to do with you. Intimate things that would be proper in the eyes of God if you were his lawfully wedded wife. He did not sit down, and gently began talking to you. "For some time, I have been charmed by you. Not just your looks, that is not to say that you are not a lovely woman. You are most lovely, but I have also been charmed by your kindness, your humility, and your…virtue."

Will knelt before you, looking up with the most earnest gaze. "If you will bestow upon me the fortune of being your husband, then in return I shall do everything to keep you safe and comfortable.  I shall speak to your father, and we will be wedded in holy matrimony. You and I shall walk together upon this path of life, and I have no doubt that a virtuous woman like you will aid me in carrying out what the Lord decrees of us. My sweetest, please say that you will marry me."

Henry V from The Hollow Crown

With Henry, there was not much of a proposal to begin with. The marriage between you and the King of England was arranged by your father and his men, along with the king and his men. Still, Henry coaxed your father into having at least one private audience with you before the wedding ceremonies, so that he may properly court you as any suitor would. 

'My dearest lady," Henry began as soon as he was alone with you in his study while your father and his men stood vigil outside. "Lower thy veil, and let me behold your face." He reached forward and removed the hood of your cloak, smiling as he beheld your beauty for the first time. "Cheeks rosier than the flowers that bloom in springtime. Your lips and eyes are so enticing, they call to me like sirens. Yours is a face that I shall never tire of seeing.

I confess to you, my lady, that words are not my greatest strength. Were it so easy that I could simply strap on armor or fire an arrow into a target or vault into my saddle for a wife, I should quickly vault for a wife. Alas, tis not so. For a woman's heart is truly one of the most difficult conquests to embark upon. Nevertheless, tis a conquest that I shall duly pursue if you can deign to love me.

If you can love such a man as me, someone whose words are not their strongest suit and someone whose fidelity to you is true, then take me. Take a soldier, and in taking a soldier, you will take a king." Henry knelt before you and offered you his hand. "Sweetest of all maidens, canst thou love me?"

Prince Loki Odinson of Asgard

"I have called you to discuss a matter of great importance, my lady." Loki enunciated the formal title at the end in an attempt to conceal the butterflies in his stomach. He summoned you to the palace gardens at the house before twilight, when the sky would be decorated with streaks of orange and pink. You walked alongside him through the bushes and the groves of flowers. Loki clasped his hands behind her back, walking as if he ruled every inch of earth on which he stepped. 

He continued, "Yes, tis true that Thor, my brother, is the one whom my father has decreed to ascend the throne of Asgard," The younger prince of Asgard looked forward with a solemn expression while you listened with intrigue. "But he is incompetent." Loki turned to you. "He is idiotic and brash. You know as well as I do that he does not encompass the values of a king.

"Was he not the one who wished to invade Jotunheim alone, my prince?" You stopped in your tracks, just as the sun began setting into the horizon behind you.

"Yes, he was. It was all his idea, my lady." Loki did not bother to include his role in instigating Thor, it would not help him in this moment whatsoever. If he delayed this moment any further, he was convinced the words would be stuck in his throat, forever unable to escape. "You are one of the few people with whom I can share these thoughts, my lady." He sighed, his gaze fixated upon you and your beauty. "It is why I have called you here. In the coming future, I will need to protect Asgard from my brother's foolishness. And for that I should like to have a worthy companion by my side."

Loki conjured a shining dagger with a gold hilt out of thin air and promptly fell to one knee before you. The hilt of the dagger was engraved with the words, 'Min hærr, duonningen av mitt hjerte' (My beloved, Queen of my heart) Still on bended knee, Loki looked up at you with an expression of innocence that you never knew existed within him - wide eyes, baited breath, a meek expression. As if all his life were being wagered on a single thing right now. 

"I wish to make you my wife," Loki declared, his lips trembling. "Should you accept, I will bring my proposal to your family, and then we will be wed with due ceremony. And if you decide otherwise, then I shall…" he swallowed, "I shall respect your choice."

Loki of Asgard and Jotunheim from the Marvel Cinematic Universe

"This looks like something stolen from the Graham Norton Show." You raised an eyebrow when Loki handed you an orange and purple card.

"It's a scavenger hunt." Loki said with a twinkle in his eye. "Every clue leads you to the next one."

"I know how a scavenger hunt works, Loki." You rolled your eyes and flipped over the card. "Was this your idea, or is this some ridiculous team-bonding activity put together by Steve Rogers?"

"No. You see,…I have some errands to do, but at the same time, I have an obligatory excursion with the Lady Valkyrie."

You crossed your arms. "So why the scavenger hunt?"

Loki brightly answered. "Well, it makes the errands all the more fun!"

"Alright, but you owe me, Loki." 

"Good girl." The God of Mischief kissed you not the cheek and disappeared into thin air.

You glanced down and saw that the first card, which told you to pick up six cupcakes ordered under Loki's name. The cupcakes were from a specific café….that just so happened to be the place where you and Loki had your first date, which was set up by a far-too-enthusiastic Thor. The moment you got there, a waiter brought you a "complimentary" cupcake of your favorite flavor…along with another orange and purple card. 

The second card took you to the library, on the pretext of picking up a book that was on hold for Loki. There, the librarian handed you the book - Divine Comedy by Dante - and another book that you recognized. It was Pride and Prejudice, one of the first pieces of "Midgardian literature" that you introduced to Loki, a book that you were all too happy to fangirl over. But inside the book was - yes- another orange and purple card. 

The third card sent you to pick up Loki's dry-cleaning. (Really, Loki? Dry cleaning?) At the dry-cleaners, the person at the register handed you a transparent garment bag containing a black tuxedo with a ruffled white shirt. And then you were given a second garment bag with an emerald green gown embellished with diamonds. You couldn't help but stare a few moments at the pretty, expensive-looking gown. Before the person at the register could hand you another card, you made a mental note to ask Loki about the gown and whom it was for. You guessed it was probably for himself for the times he was feeling fabulous. Actually, Loki also liked to wear absolutely nothing when he was feeling his most fabulous…but that didn't matter right now.

The fourth card took you to the park where Loki confessed his love for you for the first time, on the pretext of picking up Loki's forgotten jacket and buying a bouquet of white flowers.

The fifth card took you across the city just to get a particular bottle of liquor that Loki had liked. Okay, now this guy was having a little too much fun with you right now. 

You were relieved when the sixth card, given to you by the liquor store clerk, led you back to the Avengers compound, to the same room where you began this entire scavenger hunt. You huffed a little, setting the box of cupcakes, the books, the two garment bags, Loki's jacket, the flowers, and liquor gently on a table. "Loki? Loki, where are you?"

Loki stood in the middle of the Avengers' common room, wearing polished gold armor over a black and green leather tunic with long, dark trousers. His hair was combed perfectly in place, and his hands clasped behind his back. He stood surrounded by a few candles and fairy lights hanging against the curtains.

"Okay, I need answers…" You sighed, already tired from running around all afternoon. "Loki, I got your things, just tell me what the gown is for and the…the liquor and the…Are you throwing a party or something?"

"I'm getting married."

"What?!" You gulped, reaching for the nearest couch. "I…what? You're getting married, why didn't you tell me? And…" You felt your head start to spin, preparing yourself for the worst. Whatever happened to all the times he said he loved you? Was he just using you to put together some kind of romantic gesture for someone else, just a tool?! Perhaps this is what you get for letting the God of Mischief into your life. Betrayal. "Well, I hope they make you happy, Loki." You relented, putting your head in your hands.

"She does." 

"Good." You murmured, trying your best not to cry in this moment. That was the last thing you wanted him to see. "Is that gown for her too?"

"Hm-hm. Of course, it'll probably end up on the floor after the engagement party, hehe."

"Loki, I am in no mood for your jokes right now." After a few moments, you looked up. 

"Come on,…have a sense of humor."

"NO!" You yelled, getting up from the couch. "No, I will not have a sense of humor right now! You used me! You used me, and lied to me. You told me to do all of these errands, like picking up dry cleaning, and buying liquor, without telling me that you were going to propose to someone else! You could have at least told me, just so I'd have some kind of closure. But no, you couldn't even think to do that. You told me it was a scavenger hunt, like I wasn't worth knowing the truth.

I...I did this because I care about you, Loki! I care about you like some kind of idiot who actually thought that you might like me the same way that I liked you. That right there, making me like you might just be the worst thing you have ever done me." You took a moment to breathe, and ran your hands through your hair. 

"Ugh…And you made me even pick up her engagement dress! What kind of person makes someone do that?!" You couldn't even think about the words you were spitting out, too busy with the hot tears clouding your vision. 

"The kind of person who knows how good it'll look when you wear it."

"What?!" You were taken aback all of a sudden. 

Loki approached you with a hint of nervousness. "Darling, you are one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I know I'm not easy to be with, that I drive you mad sometimes, and I make you put up with a lot. I...I should've practiced this more." He laughed under his breath. "Why didn't I?" Blinking, he pushed his hair back before continuing. 

"What I'm trying to say is,...my life has never been the same since I met you. You're the most steadfast ally, a wonderful friend, and best of all, you are the most passionate and loyal person I have ever known. I could never imagine my life without you, and I never want to. That's how much I love you."

The God of Mischief fell to one knee, and held up a small emerald ring with a gold band.

"Will you marry me?"

Bil Hazeldine from Suburban Shootout

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise, sweetheart." Bill pulled his father's car into a driveway, and took your hand. "Just close your eyes, alright?"

"Alright…" After a few steps, you could hear Bill opening a door and the sound of a shopkeeper's bell, along with the muted conversations of various patrons. The scents of vanilla and grease reached you almost immediately. 

Bill held you close and whispered that you could open your eyes now.

When you opened your eyes, you laughed a little. "We haven't been here in a while…"

"You remember it?"

"How could I ever forget?" You kissed him on the cheek, and let him find a table for you. 

Bill's proposal began with him taking you to the milkshake diner where the two of you had your first date. After a bit of small talk over a banana split, Bill not-so-discretely excused himself. While you sat at the table with your spoon and checked your phone, Bill made his way to the jukebox with his hands in his jeans' pockets, feeling the small box inside. He'd almost thought about wearing a suit for this occasion, but his mum said it would make you suspicious. And his father suggested hiding the ring inside your ice cream to be more romantic , but Bill was terrified by the idea of you accidentally choking. Yes, keeping the ring with him was a better idea.

Bill took a deep breath and slipped a coin into the jukebox, flipping through the various tracks to find one of the songs you enjoyed. When he found one, he pressed play and called your name. Bill extended his hand out, offering to dance with you. He twirled you, and the two of you swayed in time with the music, smiling all the while. At the end of the song, Bill proudly kissed you on the lips.

He gently said your name, and pushed a bit of hair out of your face. "You're the one I want to dance with to every song…There's just no one like you, no one I could ever dream of that's just as wonderful as you are." Bill reached in his pocket for the small box, and fell to one knee, not caring who might be watching you in the diner. Inside the small box was a 0.3-carat diamond ring with a silver band. "Would you make me the happiest man in the whole world, and marry me?"

Caius Martius Coriolanus from Coriolanus

Coriolanus invited your family to dine with him and his mother one night on the pretext of an important matter concerning two important families of Roman nobility. It was not the first time he'd done such a thing, inviting your family to break bread with him and his mother. He had even visited your father's home before, sharing wine with your father and your brothers from time to time. It was through those meetings that Coriolanus fell more in love with your smile, the way you bit your lip when you were thinking,…and even the way your laugh infected him like a plague. And if there was anything more deadly to him than your simple, unadulterated laughter, then it was your beauty which had him fighting the urge to smile whenever you walked into a room or whenever he heard your voice.

But despite his best efforts, it became quickly aware to everyone in your family how besotted the general was with you. The way his head unintentionally bowed whenever he was in your presence, as if you were the sun and he would go blind if he looked you straight in the eye, never went unnoticed. The fact that you were the only person who could make him laugh, and that the simple mention of your name was enough to make the powerful General and conqueror of Corioles lower his usual barking voice made your family - and anyone else in the general's presence - giggle under their breath.

So when everyone had finished the prima mensa, Coriolanus stood up and raised his cup. "I have called you here tonight, to make a proposition," he declares with the same voice that he would use to speak to the Senate. "An alliance between our families…" The general turned his gaze to you for a moment, and exhaled to calm his racing heart, which only quickened when you looked back up at him. "If you will bestow upon me this honor, I wish to make your daughter…my wife. She is virtuous, and kind,…endowed with a noble background."

He waved for two of the servants of his household to present your mother and father with gifts of imported silk and valuable coins. And for you, the general had his servant gift place a set of golden jewelry - a girdle, five bracelets, and a layered necklace with rubies - in your lap. Underneath the girdle was a small piece of parchment with the words,

"I long to see you wearing these on our wedding night, my lady. Only these."

You turned red, and looked up and the general, politely expressing your thanks. 

"Should you accept," Coriolanus gave you a nod and turned to your family. "We shall make our alliance official in the presence of the gods. Your daughter shall be my wife, and I her husband. I will defend her from harm and protect her, as I have defended Rome time and time again. Your daughter will be cared for, and all I ask for in return, is your fidelity. Pledge to me your allegiance, for I shall need your influence when the time comes for the elections in the Senate.

Instead of a dowry give me your loyalty, and I swear that your priceless gem of a daughter will want for nothing for as long as I live. Do I have your word?"

Oakley from Unrelated

"Let's get married." Oakley off-handedly said while the two of you stood outside, leaning against the wall while he smoked a cigarette. 

You raised an eyebrow. "Are you kidding?"

"No." He took another drag of his cigarette and turned to you with his ocean blue eyes and tousled, dirty blond curls. "We should get married."

"Who are you and what have you done with Oakley?" 

"What, you don't think I'm good enough to marry you?" He protested. 

Shaking your head, you laughed. "No, it's not that…"

"Well, then what is it?" Oakley crossed his arms and furrowed his brow at the sight of you laughing. "We have fun together, we make each other laugh,…we look good together, especially when naked-"

That was enough for you to playfully hit him on the shoulder, causing him to chuckle. He continued, "We like each other. We have this great relationship."

"But are you sure this is what you want?" You asked. "Don't you want to explore, try things? Do stuff before you're tied down?"

"Why would I do that? When there's this…beautiful, funny, smart, and sexy girl right there with me, I'm not even looking at anyone else." Oakley simply countered. "I like what we have, and i don't want to let it go. We can travel, explore the world, and I'll do it all with you." There was no sign of hesitation in his voice, but maybe it was just the cigarette fueling his courage. He came closer to you, and looked dead serious. "I don't want what we have to be just something we try for as long as we can, something we leave up to chance. I want forever with you."

"Forever?"

"Forever." Oakley knelt before you, his eyes going from a vivid cyan to a soft, almost pale bag blue. "I don't have a ring but…" He removed his necklace and presented it to you like an offering at an altar, calling your name. "Marry me."

Jonathan Pine from The Night Manager

Jonathan had been working with MI-6 for almost two years, embarking on various mission for them after he gained acclamation for helping to carry out Operation Limpet. He, along with officer Angela Burr, took down the infamous arms dealer Richard Roper once and for all.

Since then, Jonathan found himself a new home in London and got back in touch with you, the one who stole his heart back when he was still working as a night manager. He didn't know how much he truly missed you until you answered his letter, telling him about the twists and turns your life had taken since your last encounter with Pine. After about three weeks of exchanging handwritten letters - simply because they reminded you both of a simpler time and felt more personal - with Jonathan using a pseudonym to protect you, he invited you to visit London for a holiday. 

And those five days you spent in London were some of the best five days of Jonathan's life. He delighted in your innocence, the way you happily took his arm and strolled through the city, randomly surprising him with kisses. Arm in arm, without a care in the world except for each other, enjoying all that life would have to offer…This is how it should be, Jonathan thought to himself as he gazed at the sparkle in your eyes, the color in your cheeks. He listened as you talked about everything you liked about London, everything that disgusted you, and everything you hoped for in the future, simply taking in the opportunity to just be with you. 

After a few moments, you asked him about what he wanted in the future, and all Jonathan had to say was one word.

"You."

You looked up from your cup of tea. "Me?"

He took a breath. "Yes." Jonathan affectionately said your name, and reached for your hand. "I never grew up in a house with both parents, doting on me." He told you about how his life up until joining MI-6 was an abominable quest for order. How his time in the military and working in the hotel business was part of an aim to find a direction in his life, and how little happiness it truly brought him. How alone he felt whenever his life wasn't being threatened. 

Jonathan sighed, not used to telling so much about himself in a single conversation, laying his heart out on the table to be cut into and devoured. "I promised myself that I would find the one person that I could care deeply for, and love them. I promised myself that I would make friends, find a home…a place to belong. Maybe someday become a parent."

You looked upon him lovingly. "That's beautiful, Jonathan."

He raised your hand to his lips and kissed it. "I want all of those things, and I want them with you." Jonathan declared, quiet enough for the two of you to hear. "These past days with you have been…incredible. When I look at you, I see everything that I have wanted, the life that I want to be living five years from now, ten years from now." 

He continued, "You make me believe in a future that's worth building. The way you smile…, the way you look upon me and everyone with stars in your eyes…I want to be the one who keeps that smile on your face, the one who makes you laugh. I want to be the one who kisses you good night, and the first one you see in the morning. I want to be the one you come home to every evening, the shoulder you lean on." 

Jonathan stroked the back of your hand with his calloused thumb. "I know it's soon, but if there is anything that I've learned, it's that when you see something worth keeping in your life, you do everything you can not to let her go. You just do it." He looked into your eyes. "Marry me?"

James Conrad from Kong: Skull Island

It was the third time this week James had a nightmare. After thrashing and groaning, fighting an invisible beast, James found it in himself to call you - his neighbor whom he'd been dating for two years - on the telephone. His forehead and his chest were dripping with sweat, his expression one of agony, when you approached his bed. It was obvious that he had been in a lot of pain. 

James wasn't the type of person who wanted to expound upon the terrors he was feeling; he was a man of action who preferred expressing his emotions nonverbally. So, you respected that and simply talked about mundane things, things about civilian life that would temporarily distract James. As you both fell asleep, you made a mental note to remind James setting another appointment with his therapist, the one MONARCH had prescribed for him.

You woke up to an empty bed. It wasn't unusual for James to go out on an early morning walk to be alone with his thoughts. It was one of the things he'd learned from his therapist when he asked about how to be a better sweetheart to you while recovering from his trauma. You washed your face and brushed your teeth with a heavy heart, hoping it wouldn't be too long before you saw James again. 

While you styled your hair, you heard the door unlock. James walked inside, carrying a bag of breakfast pastries. "Good morning." He greeted you in a low, casual voice. 

"Good morning…" You would've asked if he slept well, but given the events of last night, that question made no sense. "I'm sorry I stayed over."

"No need to apologize." James set the pastries down and placed a kettle on the stove. While the water rose to a boil, James unwrapped the two chocolate croissants he bought, and glanced up to find you standing in the kitchen. You walked up to him slowly, and without missing a beat, James gently kissed you with an arm gently holding your waist. He murmured your name again, his breath warm against your lips. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." 

James gave you a chaste kiss on your forehead before going into his bedroom. "I brought breakfast for us both. Should I make us some eggs?"

"No need…" You watched James open one of his drawers. "Before I forget, do you want to make an appointment with your therapist?"

"Uh, I will." James returned to the kitchen with a small box in his right hand. "Thanks for reminding me."

"What is that?"

James took a deep breath. "Just something to thank you for last night,…and for everything you've done."

"James, you really didn't have to-"

"No. I've been wanting to do this for a year, it's time." 

Your breath caught in your throat as James opened the box to reveal a small, simple sapphire ring. He began, "I should've done this sooner, and I'm a fool for not doing so." James fell to one knee, and you gasped. "Darling,…Over the years I've known you, you have helped me…become a man again. You've remained by my side as I've made attempts to return to civilian life. You've comforted me during my worst hours, and you have given me something worth living for."

"James…"

"You're someone worth fighting for." He laughs a little. "I love you. And if you let me, I will spend the rest of my life making you feel loved and caring for you in the ways that you have cared for me.

Darling, will you marry me?"

Magnus Martinsson from Wallander

"Marry me." Magnus groaned with relief when you brought him a plate of eggs, some coffee, and an aspirin. He was laying on your couch, hungover after a night out with you and some of his mates from the police station.

You simply rolled your eyes and laughed a little. "Eat your eggs, you'll feel better with some food inside you."

Magnus kept his eyes on you while you both drank coffee, his headache slowly diminishing. "That a yes?"

"No, Magnus." You flatly said. "You had a lot to drink last night. Just…eat your eggs and finish your coffee. I'm not saying yes to a guy that passed out on my couch after throwing up into the bushes outside."

He grimaced. "I did that?…Sorry." Magnus looked down and shoveled a forkful of eggs into his mouth. "Whatever, it was just a question, not like I meant it or anything." He pretended to brush off the matter. "You doing anything else today?"

"Tidying the house. You?"

Magnus closed his eyes for a moment to taste the savory flavor of the eggs. "i have a few things to do at the station for Kurt. Won't take long."

You and Magnus finished breakfast in silence before Magnus thanked you for letting him crash on your couch. "I'll see you soon." He said, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

You almost found it funny, the way he groaned for you to marry him, and chuckled to yourself. For all of his sarcastic quips and his cold exterior, there were times Magnus was an unintentional sweetheart. You'd known him for about seven months, how endearing he was whenever he tried to show off at darts or pool. You thought about the time he brought you soup every night when you had a flu that lasted for a week. And during that one time he showed up late to one of your date nights because of a case, he spent the rest of the evening simply snuggling with you until you fell asleep in each others' arms. It was one of the first times you'd ever seen him smiling so blissfully like a newborn baby.

About a few hours later, you could hear it rain outside, a bolt of thunder rumbling across the sky. While caught up in some trashy television, you heard a knock on the door. 

There was Magnus, standing outside drenched from head to toe. 

"Magnus, what are you-"

"I meant it." He confessed while the raindrops rolled down the sides of his face. "Marry me." He repeated when you asked him what he was talking about. Magnus reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small gold ring with three tiny diamonds. "You're the most perfect person in this entire world. And it's not just because you make the best eggs." He said, making you laugh. "You're stunning, even when you've just woken up. You put up with a lot, and…I can't really say what it is you do to me, but I can't help it. I…I…"

"I love you too, you crazy detective!" You finished.

"So, is that a yes?" Magnus asked again, with a big grin on his face as he presented the ring to you. 

Robert Laing from High-Rise

"We need to talk." Robert broke the silence while the two of you shared a candlelit dinner in your flat. 

All traces of a smile disappeared from your face instantly. Usually nothing good ever followed those four words. 

You put your fork down. "What did you want to talk about?"

Robert looked you in the eye. "I moved to this high-rise to be alone, to be away from people. This…a relationship was the last thing that I wanted." He blinked, looking down at his plate for a moment. Then, he wiped his mouth with a napkin. 

You tensed in your seat, preparing for the worst. God, Robert. If he was trying to break up with you, then he just picked the worst time possible. 

The doctor stood up. "I thought I wasn't built for love…So I tried to be alone as much as I could, avoiding every chance to be attached to someone." He swallowed. "And then you came."

You let out a sigh, assuming that Robert was going to say something awful about your relationship. 

"It was like I couldn't even recognize myself anymore. What you did to me…" Robert called your name and walked over to you. "I cannot go a day without hearing your quippy words…, without seeing you when I come home,…without kissing you. It's more than anything I have felt in years." He confessed, his fingers tracing the back of your chair. "If you were to disappear from my life, it would feel like losing everything I've ever known. And…truthfully, the idea of that terrifies me. Maybe I could live without you,…but I don't know if I would be able to call it living.

"So what are you trying to say?" You murmured.

Robert sighed. "Forgive me, I'm not used to having these conversations."

"It's okay."

"You did it again." The doctor remarked. "You're making me fall in love with you, sweetheart." Robert went to the coat closet where he kept his blazer, and pulled a small box from one of the pockets. He returned to your side. "What I'm trying to say is,…that I'm in love with you. I'm in love not only with you, but with the way that you make me…feel things. The way that you remind me that there's a future ahead of us both. A future that can be much more than just dreary parties and squabbles between the upper floors and lower floors. You make me very happy, darling, and I think that you should know that." 

Robert took a deep breath and fell to one knee, next to your chair with the box opened to reveal a silver ring with a diamond heart. "Would you marry me, and make me an even happier man?"

Thomas Sharpe from Crimson Peak

You were sitting on the swing set in the garden of your family estate, enjoying the mid-morning sun and the gentle breeze. Idly moving your legs back and forth, you played with a small cluster of Baby's Breath in your lap. It was nice to be away from the bustling drama and the incessant gossip, and instead be surrounded by fresh air. 

"My lady." You were awoken from your reverie by a smooth, vaguely familiar baritone that belonged to none other than Thomas Sharpe. He was a guest who'd been staying at an inn near your family's home, having joined your family for supper at least ten times in the past two weeks. In your eyes, he seemed mysterious and yet full of stories to tell, always having an anecdote about a place he'd visited or a trick to show you and your siblings. There was something about him that made you drawn to him as soon as he walked into a room, you were unable to articulate what it was. 

"Good morning. What brings you here, Baronet?" 

The baronet gave you a smile, and leaned against a tree, watching you enjoy yourself on the swings. "I was speaking to your father and his, erm, associates about a business venture."

"About clay, right? Mining it?"

Thomas nodded. "Precisely, my lady. And you, have you been enjoying your morning?"

You blushed as he took a step closer. "Yes, Baronet."

"No need for such formal titles now, my lady. We're not at a ball, nor are we at supper. ''Thomas' will do." He gently said. "May I share your company for a while, my lady, if it would not be much of a bother for you?"

You allowed him, giving the Baby's Breath to him as a token of affection. No, not a token of affection. Simply a nice gesture that would hopefully give you a place in Thomas's good books. Maybe he might even ask you for a dance at the next ball.

"Will you be attending the ball this Saturday, Bar- I mean, Thomas?"

He nodded, taking a moment to smell the flowers. "You?"

"I will." 

"And have you chosen a gown, my lady?" Thomas decided to humor you a little. He smiled while you sheepishly described the dress that you had your eye on for that special occasion. "Well, I'm sure you will look divine wearing it, my lady. Do you often spend time here in the gardens, all by yourself."

"Yes. I enjoy the flowers, and the breeze. It's beautiful when the weather is pleasant."

"I can imagine, my lady. It's been a long time since I have relaxed in a garden." Thomas places the Baby's breath in his front pocket. "My lady, there is something I wish to know of you."

You stopped swinging, and asked him what it was.

"I would like to know if you would be interested in marrying me." Thomas knelt by your side, looking up at you with eyes that bore the same hue as a cloudless sky. "For some time, my lady, I have admired your numerous charms from afar. And with each passing day, my affections for you have grown stronger. I find myself thinking about you at the most unpropitious times of day." He sighs, "While I may not be a man of great fame or great brawn or of great wealth, I am a man of dignity." Thomas promised you, despite knowing it was a blatant lie. "I will make sure that you lack nothing as my wife. And to treat you with nothing but the compassion and the love that you deserve. All I ask in return, is that you try to find it in your heart to give me even an iota of your affections.

Would you be willing to do that, my lady?"

Jaguar Villain!Tom Hiddleston

Ever since you moved into the flat Mr. Hiddleston bought for you, the most powerful man in London always had a designated town car sent to pick you up from work or school every day. His favorite chauffeur would show up at the same time every weekday, give you a friendly greeting, and drop you off at your flat. And once you got there, you'd be greeted by a doorman that Mr. Hiddleston personally hired to make sure that you reached safely.

Today, however, the chauffeur did not drop you off at your flat. At least, not right away. "Monsieur Hiddleston had something different in mind for today," he said with a small grin, like he knew something was going on. The chauffeur dropped you off at the nail salon for a manicure paid for by your powerful beau. 

After being pampered by the nail technician for about forty-five minutes, you returned to the town car to find a bag in the backseat with the word 'Harrods' on it. "You went shopping?" You asked the chauffeur while he drove you to your flat.

"Non, it was all Monsieur Hiddleston. He was keeping this dress on hold, and asked me to pick it up for you. He would like you to wear it tonight."

You thanked the chauffeur with a smile. Inside the bag was a beautiful Carolina Herrera gown in your favorite color. And right on cue, your phone buzzed with a text from your beau, asking if you liked his gift. As always, you texted back saying that it was perfect. 

The chauffeur dropped you off at your flat, and asked you to be ready by seven-thirty…but not before taking a good look at your manicured nails and saying an early 'congratulations'.

"Gordon owes me a favor," Mr. Hiddleston bragged a little when he arrived in front of your building at seven-thirty sharp. He opened the door of his favorite black Jaguar, and helped you inside the front passenger seat. "You look stunning tonight, darling."

"You look amazing too," you couldn't help but say. It was the truth after all. "When you said Gordon, did you mean…?"

"We're going to the River Restaurant in the Savoy Hotel, darling." He kept one hand on the steering wheel, placing the other one on your knee. "Hungry?"

"Nervous," you sheepishly said.

"I'm here, nothing can harm you." He turned his eyes to the road. "Your fears are far behind you."

The moment you arrived, the host of the restaurant immediately led you both to one of the outdoor terraces, where there was a table for two set up. Mr. Hiddleston pulled the chair for you before sitting down, and a waiter poured both of you some Dom Pérignon. 

"This is beautiful." You gushed, watching the most powerful man in London raise an invisible toast. You clinked your glass against his. 

 He replied with a dramatic flair.  "Nothing compared to you."

"So…what did you to get this favor?" You leaned in and asked him while the waiter placed a charcuterie board for the two of you to share. "This is a seafood place, charcuterie isn't on the menu."

A twinkle in his cerulean eyes, Mr, Hiddleston fed you a piece of cheese. "That's confidential, darling. Just enjoy the night."

"I will."

The two of you made small talk about your day, and about Mr. Hiddleston's upcoming business trip to Paris. You would be going with him of course, Mr. Hiddleston would make sure of that. The waiter refilled your champagne, and your beau discretely gave him a twenty-pound note, whispering that it was time for the main course.

The waiter took about fifteen minutes to bring your elegantly-arranged entrees out onto the terrace. And as he came out, you could hear an orchestra from inside the hotel begin to play "All I Ask of You" from Phantom of the Opera.

"Enjoying yourself?" Mr. Hiddleston leaned forward with a smirk as he noticed you listening to the music.

You admitted this was one of the songs you enjoyed, and said it reminded you of the first time you'd ever heard of the musical. How much you wanted to be Christine in that moment, serenaded with the promise of a life with no more darkness.

"Well there's one more thing I have for you tonight, darling." With a smirk, Mr. Hiddleston reached into the pocket of his blazer, retrieving a small box labeled 'Harry Winston'. He slowly got out of his chair and made his way towards you. 

You gasped, covering your mouth almost immediately. You swore you could feel your heart stop just for a moment when his eyes met yours. It all made sense now: the manicure, the accidental 'congratulations', the gown,…

 "Oh my god…"

Mr. Hiddleston fell to one knee and opened the box, which contained a 1-carat diamond ring with a platinum band. "Love me. It's all I ask of you."

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