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Aidan Turner Imagines 💔  •I make clean imagines of Aidan Turner or his characters •💔 means I'm not taking requests •❤ means I am taking requests #Aidanturnerimagines

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| IMAGINE for @aproudmexican | "No! Stop!" You scream as Mola Ram whips Indiana Jones, your boyfriend. Tears stream down your cheeks as you watch, helpless. Two Thugee foot-soldiers hold you, keeping you in place. "That's enough! Stop whipping him!" You cry. Mola Ram stops and looks at you. Indiana pants and winces in pain. "That's not the worst of what's to come." Mola Ram says. He snaps and three soldiers come and surround Indiana. One of them is carrying a grotesque skull. "What are you doing?!" You exclaim. "Hold him steady." Mola commands, ignoring you. The soldiers grip Indiana’s head, holding his jaw open and covering his eyes. Indiana struggles against them. "Stop resisting or we'll murder your girlfriend." Mola hisses as he grabs the skull from one of his soldiers. Indiana stops immediately. "This is the Blood of Kali. It'll make you do whatever I want." Mola exclaims. "No!" You scream. Indiana starts to protest as much as he can, trying to shy away from Mola. Mola laughs as he forces Indiana to drink the poison. "No, no, no! I will kill you! I will kill you!" You shout at him angrily. He looks at you, an evil smile on his face. "No, it's more like he is going to kill you." He says, pointing between Indiana and you.
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| IMAGINE for @aproudmexican |  You walk across the black sand beach, the wind tugging at your hair. It's empty which is exactly how you like it. You need peace and quiet to think through your racing thoughts. Your boyfriend, Nick Morton, was cursed by the ancient Egyptian princess, Ahmanet. He was possessed by the spirit of Set and harnessed all of his power. Then Nick disappeared. You haven't seen him since and you don't know what to think. You don't know if he's okay. You don't know how he's handling these new, strange and dangerous powers. The past couple of weeks have been the weirdest of your life. You sigh and run your hand through your hair, which is a mass of tangles. You sit down at the shore and pull your knees to your chest, looking out at the horizon. You sigh again and close your eyes, lifting your face up to the cloudy sky. "Y/N." Someone says from behind you. You jump to your feet and whirl around. Your breath leaves you in a rush at the sight of him standing there, right before you. "Nick." You whisper with relief.
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| IMAGINE for @katieross2018 "Hey, kid, where are you going?" Chris Evans, your dad, asks, looking up from the first Avengers movie script he's reading. You stop in the trailer and look at him. "Oh, I'm going to go watch the filming. Today they're shooting the scene where Black Widow visits Loki in the holding cell on the helicarrier. It’s going to be amazing!” You say. Chris laughs and shakes his head. "Look at you, my little nerd." He grins. "I take after my father." You wink. "All right, you have fun. Be safe." He says. You go to him and kiss his cheek. "Thanks, dad. I love you." You say. "I love you too." He returns. You leave the trailer and start the trek to the warehouse. Your mom and dad had you when they were both 17. Both sides of your grandparents were so angry at Chris and your mom that they forced them to separate. You lived with your mom, and your grandparents, who made sure you rarely saw your dad. One and a half years after you were born, your mom was killed in a car accident. Chris and your maternal grandparents fought in court over who had the right to raise you. Chris, being your dad, won.
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| IMAGINE for @hepburnmercuryfan | "Are you sure this is such a good idea, Y/N?" Killian asks unsurely as you lead him down the dock. "Of course it is, Killian. My brother has to meet you one day. It's better sooner than later." You reply. "I've heard of your brother Jack. He's famous among these seas." He states. You look at him and roll your eyes. "And so is Captain Hook. You have nothing to worry about. He'll love you." You say. Killian sighs. "If you say so, love." He mutters. You kiss him softly. "I say so." You whisper. Killian and you are in love. You're taking him to meet your older brother, Captain Jack Sparrow, for the first time. While you don't want to admit it to Killian, you're beyond scared. You're not really sure how Jack is going to react. He's always been overprotective of you. Perhaps a little too overprotective.
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| IMAGINE for @hepburnmercuryfan |  You walk through the forest of Neverland with Hook. Emma, Mary Margaret, Regina, Neal, and David are in front of you, clearing the path. "So Neverland..." Hook starts. You look at him and smile. "A bit of a creepy place if you ask me. Some psycho freak teen kidnapping children is not my idea of a good time." You answer. Hook chuckles. "I'd agree with you there, lass." He replies, staring into your eyes. You smile and look away. You're David's twin sister. You met Hook when David asked you to come along to Neverland to save your sweet great-nephew, Henry. You and the rapscallion pirate hit it off immediately, much to David's chagrin. David steps off to the side and waits for Hook and you to pass. "Come along, Y/N." David grabs your arm and quickly pulls you along. "David, what are you doing?" You ask, trying not to trip. "I don't like you walking with Hook." He whispers lowly. "Why not?" You question. "I don't trust him. He's flirty and dangerous. I don't want you near him, do you understand me? I don't even want you to talk to him." He states. You rip your arm from his grasp angrily. Both of you stop walking. Emma, Neal, Regina, and Hook pass by, glancing at you. Mary Margaret stops. "Is everything all right?" She asks worriedly. "Yes, Mary Margaret, everything is fine." You grumble. "Snow, could you leave us alone for a little bit?" David asks. "Of course." She answers, her eyebrows drawn. She follows after the rest of the group.
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| IMAGINE for @tresefitzgibbons | You’re walking down a long white hallway, your foot steps echoing. “Newt? Where are you? Newt?” You call softly for your best friend and crush. He appears at the end of the hall. You stop and sigh with relief. “Oh, good, you had me worried.” You laugh. Suddenly two figures appear beside him. WCKD. “Newt, look out!” You scream. He does nothing when they grab him. “Newt!” You scream. You move to run to him, but it’s like your feet are cemented into the ground. “What’s going on?! Why can’t I move?!” You shriek, trying to move your legs. It’s like your lower half is completely frozen. WCKD starts to drag Newt into a room and finally he snaps out of. He struggles against them. He looks at you. “Y/N, run! Run!” He screams. “I can’t!” You cry. They pull him into a room. “Newt!” You scream. “Run, Y/N!” You hear him shout. Then you hear a gunshot that echoes throughout the hall. “Newt.” You gasp in horror. You crumble to your knees and lean forward, your face in your hands. “Newt!” You sob. “No, please, please, please, Newt. No!” You scream loudly, tears streaming down your face.
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| IMAGINE for @kawaiicandy122 |  You’re putting the final touches on the set, making sure everything is perfectly placed, set, and ready to go. "Y/N, we good?" The director asks. You take a step back and then move forward to slightly turn an item. "Okay, yeah. Now we're good." You answer. Adam Driver comes into the warehouse. "Hey, Y/N." He smiles at you and waves. You smile and wave back. While you usually don't make friends with the actors who act on your sets, Adam is a different story. You two met a couple of years ago on a different movie set and hit it off. You've been friends ever since and you have worked on all of his movies. For the next four hours, as Adam is being filmed, you're working off to the side, busy sketching your next sets in your notepad. "Okay, that's a wrap for that scene. Guys, go get dinner and then we'll do another scene." The director announces. Adam walks over to you. "Good job, Adam. You were really good." You say, setting your stuff down. "Really? I thought it was okay. I don't know...” He admits. You start walking together. "What do you mean?" You ask. "I felt like my performance could have been...better." He answers. "Really? I thought it was really good." You state. He smiles at you. "Thanks, Y/N." He says. You walk to the food tent, get your food, and then sit down at a table together. Half way through dinner, these loud booms sound. You freeze, your fork midway to your mouth. You look at Adam whose eyes are wide and alert. Someone runs in the tent. "There are fireworks outside!" They announce. People start piling outside to get a look at them. You watch Adam the more the fireworks sound. He looks at his food, his face ashen. Beads of sweat settle on his brow. Adam has told you of his struggles with PTSD from the war. You've just never seen it in person. [Cont. in comments]

| IMAGINE for @Vfox123 |  You sit at your desk, going over data to see if you missed any vital information. You're a data analyst at the Olduvai Research Station on Mars. The station is on lock down and being quarantined. You don't know why but you are trying to figure it out. The only team that is allowed in or out of the station is the newly arrived Rapid Response Tactical Squad. You haven't met any of them yet but you're already guessing they're going to be arrogant jerks. The door to the room opens and in walks Doctor Samantha Grimm, your best friend, and a really hot guy all decked out in gear. You turn in your chair to face them fully. "Y/N, I'd like you to meet my brother, John." She says, gesturing to the cute guy. You can't stop your eyes from widening. "This is your brother?" You ask incredulously. "Yes. He's one of the members of the Rapid Response Tactical Squad." She explains. She turns to John. "This is one of my dearest friends, Doctor Y/N L/N. She's our data analyst." She says. John steps forward and shakes your hand. "It's a pleasure, Doctor L/N. Anyone that's a friend of my sister's is a friend of mine." He smiles. You smile back with ease. "Please just call me Y/N." You say. "Only if you'll call me John." He replies. "Understood." You nod. You like him. Being on Mars you don't really meet a lot of decent guys. Most of them are just sly pigs. But John actually seems pretty decent. [Cont. in comments]

| IMAGINE for @deanogorman_fanpage |  You sit on a balcony above Imladris teaching your son, Locien, how to play the harp. The warm, setting sun shines down at you and glistens off of the waterfall. It's absolutely beautiful. Locien's fingers fumble across the strings causing a horrible clash of notes. You wince. "Daro, daro, daro [Stop, stop, stop]." You murmur, gently pulling his hands away from the instrument. "This is hopeless. I am never going to understand this." Locien says defeatedly. You frown and cup his little face. "Ionneg [My son], you just started to learn. You cannot expect to be an expert after only a few lessons." You tell him. He looks up at you with his big, beautiful brown eyes just like his father's. "But I want to play like you." He says. You laugh. "And you will, but with time and lots of practice. If you give up now, you are not going to be able to play at all." You state. He pulls back his shoulders and gives you a nod. "I am ready." He says seriously. You smile at him as he starts to play again.
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| IMAGINE for @aproudmexican | You wake up to Bucky thrashing in bed. You sit up, sleep quickly vanishing. Your bedroom is completely dark and noiseless, except for Bucky, your husband, groaning. “No, no, no, no, no.” He cries, his voice cracking. He deals with nightmares a lot lately, thanks to PTSD. You lean over him. “Hey, hey, Bucky. It’s okay.” You soothe, lightly touching his bare shoulder. His eyes fly open. “Get away from me!” He screams, sitting up in bed and grabbing your throat with his metal hand. He slams you against the bed, choking you with his metallic arm. Your eyes widen in surprise and then in horror as you can’t breathe. Bucky leans over you, seething. His eyes look so strange. Dazed. “Bucky...it’s...me. Your...wife.” You choke out. Your vision starts going into a tunnel and tears burn in your eyes. You’re dying. Your own beloved husband, who treats you like an angel, is killing you and he doesn’t even know it. [Cont. in comments]

| IMAGINE for @Vfox123 | You exit your ship that’s in the hangar at Starkiller Base. You lowly whistle when you take in the size of it. You knew it was big but you never imagined it is this big. You shake your head. Your father, the Supreme Leader Snoke, sent you here to help his apprentice, Kylo Ren, deal with the Resistance. Two First Order Stormtroopers come up to stand beside you. “Boys, it’s so sweet you want to escort me to my quarters right now, but I’m perfectly capable of handling it myself.” You tell them. A flirtatious smile creeps on your lips. You reach your hands out and cusp each of their masked faces, smiling sweetly at them. “Though if you’d like to escort me a little later tonight, that’d be fine too. A girl can get lost in this big base when she’s by herself.” You smirk. They look at one another. You flip your hair and stride right past them. You are notoriously known as being a major flirt. “Whatever you need to do to get the boys to come to your every beck and call.” You chuckle lowly. Some use the Force, others use their power and strength. You use your naturally given ‘talent’. You grin to yourself.
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| IMAGINE for @NickJonasLAfan | You absentmindedly hear your doorbell ringing. You roll over in bed and pull your pillow over your eyes, groaning. You sniff, your nose stuffy. You woke up early this morning with a bad cold. It came out of nowhere. Your doorbell rings again. You sigh deeply and drag yourself out of bed. You comb your fingers through your hair and make your way to the front door. You pull it open, squinting at the sun, and then your eyes widen in surprise. Luke, your boyfriend is standing there with a concerned look on his face. “Luke, what are you doing here?” You ask. He moves into your house and then shuts the door. He crosses his arms. He doesn’t look happy. “Why haven’t you been answering my texts and calls? I’ve been so worried about you! I thought something had happened to you.” He states. You wince. “Ah, Luke, I’m sorry, I put my phone on silent last night before I went to bed and I totally forgot about it.” You answer. He cocks his head. “Are you sick?” He asks. You nod. “Yeah, I woke up with a cold this morning.” You sigh. “Oh, honey.” He whispers, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “You need to go back to bed. I’ll go make you some nice hot tea and soup.” He says, gently leading you back to your bedroom as if you’re made of glass. Once you’re back in bed, Luke tucks you in. “I’ll be right back, okay?” He says, before kissing your forehead. “No, Luke! Don’t kiss me! I’m going to get you sick!” You exclaim, moving away from him. He waves a hand in the air. “Oh, I’ll be fine.” He protests.
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