#jack linden

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Warnings: Possible smut to come, Minors DNI. 18+

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“Sav.”

He growls low in his throat. 

“Jack. Long time no see.”

“Don’t play with me, girl. You know the rules of my pack.”

“What rules? You can’t control me.” I shoot back, my hair raising on the back of my neck. “You’re no longer in Burr’s pack. You’re in mine. Most of all..you are mine.” Jack snarls, his hackles raising. 

“Angie’s not going to like this.” I warn. 

“Angie’s not going to like me.”

I back up, my retractable nails sliding out. I’ve known Jack to be an asshole my whole life, and I’ve seen him kill thousands of other pack members by Roper’s command. 

He scares the shit out of me, Angie had said once. 

Jack continues to stalk towards me. His eyes have that hazel glow, and his face darkens as I refuse to obey the fucking alpha influence he’s trying to put me under with. 

I’ve already had a shit life. I won’t let a goddamn alpha take it away from me. 

“Back the fuck up.” I growl at Jack, feeling the transformation of my lupine form ripple through my body. 

“I think not.” 

I shudder, feeling my bones crack and shift. “Funny that you think I’ll prance after you like a bitch in heat, Jack.” I spat, feeling my fangs prick up. Jack’s eyes narrow. I catch a sharp whiff of his scent, leather, mixed with pine and a hint of oak whiskey.

 I’m ready to sink my teeth into that throat of his. Like he never heard about how Roper’s right-hand man, his second alpha in command, Corcoran, had taken my sister against her will. My own mother sold her to him. I watched my sister be dragged away by Frisk, one of Roper’s men, screaming for my mother to stop. I watched the cold-hearted bitch stand there, uselessly. 

My blood thrums with the finish of my transformation. I hear Jack murmur my name. 

I rear my head, and lunge. 

HOLY FUCK FUCKING OF FUCKS

I have written the very first chapter of the very first piece of fanfiction for the first time.

Please, I know it probably is written very poorly in ways, and I don't have very good confidence in what I wrote wtf also it was like 12:00 am when I wrote this and I had a random burst of energy so, please dont be mean.

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Aside from Loki and any real life base characters which one of Mr. Hiddleston characters do you wish would be real? If so what would your dynamic with them be? Bonus if Loki is included how do you think that would go?

Ah, see that is hard because I would pick Henry V, my true love.

Other than him… I would love to save Sir Thomas from his horrible life. Show him that the world has more to offer.

But I think I have to go with Jonathan Pine in his Jack Linden mode. Just have a completely primal time with him, only to find out that the lovely and noble Jonathan was inside. 🥰

Loki would just be fun! You would never know what to expect and it would be the most wonderful challenge trying to keep up. He is another that I would love to show that they deserve love and warmth and respect.

What about you?

Warning: 18+; vaginal penetration; oral sex

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

Preview:

There’s a fine line between love and lust. Sometimes, it takes one distinct pace of your heartbeat. That fast-paced beating, sometimes it would choke you to death. A cold sensation permeates throughout you, your throat goes dry, a little shake on your fingers. You try to control everything but fail. These sensations can tell you that you’re in love, but most of the time it’s the other one.

You live in a small town in Devonshire. Everyone knows everyone. Especially you, who was working in the local pub. Working in the pub was like working at a hotel’s front desk: you were one of the eyes and ears of the town. You hear who got into a neighborly fight with who, you see someone’s wife kissing someone’s husband in the dark corners of the pub. Thus, when a mysterious man showed up, everyone knew about it within 24 hours. In less than 48 hours, you see the unfamiliar face walk into your pub and make a beeline to the bar, to where you were always located. The man sat at the end of the counter, where it’s dimly lit by a single, yellow light.

“So, you’re the new guy?” You started as you poured him a glass of scotch.

He looked up, and amidst the dark atmosphere of the pub, you could barely see his steely profile as the yellow lights behind you illuminated him. His tight lip went tighter as he grunted.

“You know?” He asked in a low voice.

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