#nO BC WHY IS THIS NEARLY 3K WORDS

[monsterfuker3000]

You Call the Shots, Babe ༺♡༻

Hi kittens, mommy’s had a rough one and that’s why it’s been since October since I published anything lol. My now-ex boyfriend broke up with me and it thrust me head first into my man-hating era and I couldn’t write to save my life. I’m not happy with this fic but I had to publish SOMETHING bc it’s been rotting in my WIP folder forever. Enjoy, my stinkies 🩷

WARNINGS: p in v sex, perv!Leon, unprotected sex, mentions of male masturbation, a lil bit of footjob action/very light CBT, Leon is a two pump chump I’m sorry, creampie as always, uhhh you degrade him and stuff but he’s Leon so he gets off to that, idk RE2R Leon strikes me as a panty thief who would get off on being told he’s a pervert so that’s what I wrote lol

Word count: 3k words of Leon being a perv

“Leon?” you called.

“Yes?”

“Why do you have my fucking panties?”

Movie night with Leon was always unnecessarily complicated. It very nearly felt like it took him hours to get settled; he needed the right snacks for the two of you, the right drinks, the right comfy clothes, the right movie. If he put much more effort into every movie night, it would start to feel like a date. Not that he’d mind that.

You, however, seemed like you would mind. He had tried like hell to hint to you that he wanted something more than friendship; brushing his hand against yours whenever he could, resting his hand at the small of your back in a manner that was much more than friendly, letting his gazes linger a bit longer than they needed to. But you? Dear, distant, unmovable you? Never once reciprocated his affections. Leon was desperate for you.

That’s why the movie nights came about; they were the closest Leon could get to a date night, and by God did he push the envelope. He’d spend every movie night with an arm around your shoulder, both of you under the same blanket. He’d behave himself, keep his hand a where they belonged, but all the while he’d have to try like hell to conceal the hard-on he’d be sporting every time. He felt pathetic, jerking off to the thought of you every night after you’d leave. That’s when he started stealing your panties.

It started out with just one pair he’d seen discarded on top of your hamper in your room, too careless to hide it before he came over. He’d snuck them into his pocket, vowing to himself they he would return them the next time he was at your place. Only he didn’t return them, and he did do it again.

He jumped at every chance to spend time at your place instead of his, sneaking another pair from you nearly every time. You had to be wondering where they kept going, but as long as his operation was still going off without a hitch, he was going to keep stealing them.

Then came the hitch.

You had come over for the aforementioned movie night, barging in after work without knocking like you owned the place, not that Leon minded.

“Lee!” You whined, “It’s cold out! How come you have to live so far from where I work?” You continued your lament as you kicked off your shoes by the door and walked further into the apartment toward the kitchen. Leon poked his head out from the doorway, pointing to his bedroom door.

“Go grab one of my hoodies or something if you’re cold, I’m making popcorn, so help yourself!” He busied himself with the popcorn once again as he heard you turn and walk toward his room, thanking him as you walked away.

“Leon?” you called.

“Yes?”

“Why do you have my fucking panties?”

His heart immediately dropped into his stomach, remembering just how many pairs of your used panties were tucked away in his drawer. The volume and variety would have been impressive if he didn’t feel downright creepy.

He slunk towards his room like a child expecting to be scolded, and his face reddened when he stepped into the doorway. You had your arms crossed, one of his favorite pairs of your panties dangling from one finger

It was a little baby-pink number; cotton, his favorite, with delicate lace around waistband that he couldn’t get enough of. Memories flashed through his head of just what perverted things he’d done with the scraps of cloth spilling out of the drawer you’d apparently yanked open.

He loved to jerk off with them wrapped around his cock, eyes closed and head falling back, sometimes with another pair pressed to his nose to inhale your scent. The worst thing he did, however, embarrassed even him; he loved to jerk off directly into the crotch of your panties, imagining that the reason they were covered in his cum was because it had spilled out of you. This was his favorite of all of his dirty fantasies about you, and imagining that the panties in his hand were soiled because you’d finally let him fuck you would often make him have to touch himself a second time.

“I saw these sticking out of your drawer, and I thought they looked familiar,” you said flatly.

He forced himself to return to the present at your words, fidgeting a bit to try to hide the half-chub that refused to go down even in the face of such profound shame. You cocked an eyebrow, looking all too relaxed given the situation the two of you were in.

“I asked you a question, Leon,” you reminded him. “Why do you have so many pairs of my panties? And I know theyre mine, don’t try to tell me they aren’t,’ you added, effectively crushing to death the only chance at redemption he thought he might have.

“Um, well. . .” He trailed off immediately, completely unable to tear his eyes away from the panties swinging from your hand, not sure how he was going to get out of this one. “I don’t- I. . . It’s beacuse-“

“I know why you have them,” you cut him off, his eyes finally snapping up to meet yours before the embarrassment made him duck away again. “It’s because youre a fucking pervert.”

His heart dropped; this was it. You were disgusted with him, you were going to leave his apartment and never come back, you were going to tell everyone you knew that he was a disgusting panty thief, never to be trusted. However, there was no hiding the full-blown hard-on he was now sporting, thanks to the insult. His face reddened more, if that was even possible. Your eyes flicked down to his crotch, and the scowl you’d been wearing slowly turned into a smirk.

“I’m so sorry, I-“ he began, but you cut him off yet again.

“You’re not sorry you did it,” you salked toward him. “You’re sorry you got caught.’ You were right on the money, as usual, but before Leon could even try to get a word in edgewise, you spoke again. “I think you need to be punished.”

What?

His confusion must have been clear on his face, because you continued.

“What, cat got your tongue?” You teased. “Take your pants off, Leon,” you said. It very obviously wasnt a request.

This felt like a trap to Leon, but he figured things couldn’t get any worse, and so help him he was going to do whatever you asked of him in the hopes it might smooth things over. He cleared his throat, reaching for the drawstring of his sweatpants as you began to slowly circle around him. He felt very much like a cornered animal.

“O-okay,” he finally spoke, albeit haltingly as he slowly pulled at the tie on his pants.

“Tell me, Lee, what have you been doing with all the panties you’ve been stealing, hm? Be specific. And hurry up with your pants, I don’t like waiting when im already impatient.”

God, what were you going to do to him? He tried like hell not to very his hopes up, but he hoped to God this was going to end well for him.

“W-well,” he began, sliding his pants off as he spoke, nervous but still eager to find out what was going to happen next. “I mean, I jack off with them. . .” He trailed off, clearly not wanting to be any more forthcoming than that. He chanced a look at your face again, hoping what little he told you was sufficient, but of course not.

“Tell me more, Lee. And look at me when you do it,” you added. He swallowed hard, fighting to keep his eyes on you while he spoke.

“I wrap them around. . . Around my cock and I, well, I jack off with them, ‘nd then I. . .” He trailed off yet again, cheeks burning bright red, afraid to try your patience but far too embarrassed to get it all out at once. He took a deep breath. “And I like to. . . To finish in the crotch,’ he finally finished.

“Why?” You asked simply. He wasnt prepared to answer that one. He cleared his throat again, and mumbled something, turning away. “Come again?” You asked. He huffed out a breath and looked back up at you, tears very nearly welling up in his eyes from the humiliation but still hard as a rock.

“I said I like to imagine theyre filled with my cum because you put them back on after I fucked you!” He nearly yelled, frustrated with the interrogation. A few embarrassed tears he hadn’t even noticed finally spilled from his eyes and he wiped them away roughly with his sleeve, knowing he had no right to cry.

“I figured,” you replied flatly. How were you staying so calm about this? You’d just found out your best friend had been stealing your panties for the past few months! Leon opened his mouth to ask you just this, but you moved lighting-quick, stuffing the panties into his open mouth and covering it with your hand, swatting away hips hands when he instinctively reached up to push you away.

Holy shit. You just stuffed your panties in his mouth.

“Kneel,” you told him, and his knees were on the floor without a second’s hesitation, placing his hands down on the tops of his thighs. You walked around him, adding the instruction to be careful not to spit them out, and he could hear you once again digging around in the drawer behind him. you gasped behind him, reaching out from behind him to range another pair inches from his nose before snatching it back.

“Leon, these are my favorite!” You cried indignantly. “I’ve been looking for them forever, you pervert,’ you added. God, there was that word again. It absolutely shouldn’t have made his cock twitch in his boxers, but it did anyway. “Hands behind your back,” you instructed him, and he obeyed, wondering what you had in mind. His eyes widened when he felt you twist that second pair of panties around his wrists, essentially improvising a pair of handcuffs. You walked around him again to stand in front of him, and he looked up at you expectantly, tears long-dried. “Try not to rip those, I like them,” you said simply, before sitting on his bed and pressing your socked foot to his crotch without another warning.

He cried out as best he could with a mouthful of your panties, nearly doubling over from the sensation. You were pressing harder than should have been pleasurable, but between how wound up you had him and how long he’d wanted you to touch his cock, he was still in heaven. As you slid your foot up his cock, he wished with everything in him that he didn’t still have his boxers on; that he could feel the friction and not just the pressure, delicious as it was. You leaned back, surveying your work, all the while still working your foot up and down his cock.

“You like that, Leon?” You teased, propped up on your hands. Of course he liked that. Of course you knew he liked that, but how could you not tease him like this?

Your curled your toes gently over the head of his cock, squeezing a bit with your toes. He was sensitive, so fucking sensitive, and he bucked up into your touch with another muffled cry.

“Ah-ah,” you admonished him. “I didn’t say you could move.”

Leon whined again at this, worried you were going to stop touching him, but far too afraid of that prospect to do anything about it.

Instead of withdrawing your foot Ike he expected, you pressed the ball of your foot against his cock, hard. You meant this as a punishment, of course, but poor Leon was so very on edge that he came in his boxers, shaking as he dampened the crotch of them along with your foot.

“Leon. . .” You sighed with a deep frown, one that would have made his heart clench had all his blood not been allocated elsewhere. “You really are a pervert,” you scolded. God, there was that word again. Leon knew at this point that this was all a game, but he couldn’t help the way that word made him feel. Pathetic. Dirty. Unbelievably horny.

You stood, looming over him as he looked up at you with wide eyes.

“I was worried about the rest of my plans for you, but it looks like youre still hard,” you remarked, nudging his overly sensitive cock with your foot and pulling a surprised yelp from him. To his shock, you unbuttoned your pants and slid them off along with your panties all in one go. The way his eyes flicked over to the panties you discarded to the side wasnt lost on you.

“Don’t be greedy, Leon. You have more than enough,” you teased. You knelt on the ground in front of him, pushing against his chest and knocking him off balance to sit flat on the floor with his back to his dresser, hands still bound behind him with your panties. You straddled him, hovering over his cock so close that he could feel the heat and wetness of your pussy. He didn’t dare move after what happened last time.

You decided to grant him just a little relief, using your hand to slide his cock shallowly through your folds, Upand down, up and down. His head hit the dresser behind him with a thunk, a deep groan tearing itself from his throat. Then finally, fucking finally, you slid down onto his cock, taking him to the hilt.

He tore his eyes away from the ceiling, and they nearly popped out of his head as he took in the sight in front of him. His cock had completely disappeared inside of you, your clit resting against his pelvis. He was mesmerized for just a moment before you lifted your hips and slammed them back down, earning another muffled shout from him as his head hit the dresser again.

You began a brutal pace right off the bat, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with your moans; yours were completely unbridled, his were still dampened by the panties he absolutely wasnt spitting out.

You reached up to place a hand against his cheek, patting it softly before pulling your hand back and delivering an earnest slap. It took him by surprise and he bucked into you again, but you seemed to let that transgression slide. You squeezed his cheeks with one hand, forcing him to look at you.

“Fucking disgusting, Leon. I should spit in your face for stealing and doing such nasty shit with my things,” you said through gritted teeth, hips still rolling against him. God, he was going to cum way too soon again. Sweat rolled down the side of his face with the effort he was exerting trying to hold off his orgasm.

“‘M gonna cum,” you moaned, and it was like he saw the light at the end of the tunnel. “You wanna cum in me Leon? You wanna fill me up with your cum? Of course you do, you fucking sicko,” and Leon knew he had just seconds.

Finally, with a last, particularly strong roll of your hips, you came. As your pussy pulsed around him, Leon came as well, filling you with his cum and thrusting up into you in earnest now, though he was too fucked-out to notice and correct himself.

As soon as your breathing evened a bit, you stood abruptly, the friction against Leon’s softening cock startling him along with the overstimulation. You hooked the panties in his mouth with your finger to yank them out and he choked a bit, his mouth dry. He was speechless as you shook out the slightly damp panties and slid them on with a snap of the waistband.

You bent over in front of him, showing him that the thin gusset of the panties was wet enough with his spit that it had gone slightly translucent. He could see your pussy lips through the wet fabric, and nearly passed out when he watched the wet patch spread as his cum began to spill out of you and onto the panties, just like he’d jacked off to so many times. If he wasn’t so mindful of not wanting to rip the panties that were still wrapped around his wrists, he probably would have pulled you toward him to fill you up with even more of his cum.

You walked around behind him to untangle him and free his arms. As soon as you did though, his hair stood on end remembering what he’d been caught with earlier. He whirled around, still on his knees to look up at you with big, pleading blue eyes.

“I’m so, so sorry, I know it’s gross that I was taking your panties-“

“Leon,” you interrupted him. “Why do you think my used panties were always on the top of my hamper? No girl would leave her panties visible like that if she knows someone is coming over. I wanted you to find them.” You turned and walked out toward the kitchen before turning back to him and seeing his jaw practically on the ground again. “You might wanna check on your popcorn, Lee.”

I’m on twelve Vicodins smoking on Scooby-Doo dick

[zippiedippievippie]

TBOSAS Ao3 Masterlist

Inspired by Sawyer!! (Whose masterlist of amazing fics is available here!!)

These summaries are literally terrible forgive me

Seeds That Bleed

Treech and Lamina growing up together in District 7, spans across ten years

Enemies to friends to lovers type beat

Me inventing District Seven lore bc why not

Treemina warning 🚨 🚨 i am who i am 🤞

Egregiously long oneshot, 16.9k words

Coven In My Oven

The most painful fluffy oneshot to ever exist don’t read this

Treemina warning 🚨🚨

Treech thinks he bewitched his girlfriend into liking him with real witchcraft

Treech is a disaster and Lamina is wonderfully functional

Teeny tiny oneshot, 1.3k words

Ghost Lights On The Water

Because Treech, Coral, Reaper, Mizzen, and Wovey didn’t die in Reaper’s morgue, they become stuck in a brutal cycle of watching each year’s Hunger Games

References to the 74th and 75th Games

Inspired by this Tumblr ask

Oneshot, 8k words

Salt For All The Cuts

Treech is nearly blind. He was born with eyes that didn’t work, and yet he can always see red things

Basically Treech’s struggles with his faulty eyes and the way he gets through life from birth through the Games

Treemina be warned

Oneshot, 3k words

Where Your Eyes Naturally Drift

Treech, Lamina, and the stark differences in their upbringings, ideal, psyches

“Treech came into the world with his eyes pointed towards the sky while Lamina was born with her face in the dirt.”

Parallels galore

Treemina be warned

Oneshot, 4k words

Til Death Do Us Part

A deep dive into the harsh atmosphere of the Capitol’s Academy and all the varying perspectives on the morals of the Hunger Games told from a place of privilege

Character study/my interpretation of each mentor from the Tenth Hunger Games

Current mentor list: Juno Phipps, Iphigenia Moss, Vipsania Sickle, Persephone Price, Pup Harrington, Domitia Whimsiwick, Festus Creed

Multi-chapter, currently at 73k words

Big Brawls And Yule Balls

Treech and Lamina are childhood friends turned strangers who reunite at the Yule Ball

Harry Potter AU!!

Treech leaves this fic with a crush methinks

Part 2 will eventually be published we’ll see heehee

Oneshot, 5k words

Two Vines Entwined

Treech and Lamina’s journey from the Reaping through the Tenth Hunger Games

Primarily Treech and Lamina friendship with the tiniest bit of romantic undertones if you squint

My first tbosas fic so it’s kinda bad 🫣

Long oneshot, 13k words

[hot-soop]

WIP list

hahahahaha kill me it’s so much worse than i thought 💀

gang - i have 25 (TWENTY FUCKIN FIVE) works in progress. i started writing for this fandom 2 years ago and i’ve only posted 6 fics in that time oh god. please can everyone kick me up the arse until i finish this shit

unstuck - doctor!yoongi x idiot!reader. based on that very real time i got superglue in my eye and the doctor who treated me at the hospital was a dude i had matched with on hinge. equal parts horrifying and hilarious. 3k written.

there’s no name you can call me - reader/jk/tae. idolverse. really bad, 15k written. needs an entire upheaval if it is ever to see the light of day. honestly will prob just take it to pieces like a written off car and use the scraps for my other WIPs 😬

unnamed tae smut - pwp, 1k written. slight dom vibes

codependent - model!jimin x fem reader. hairdresser au. >1k written. jimin wants to dye his hair soft lilac but he’s only just had it dyed green, hairdresser is perpetually annoyed w him but in a flirtatious way?!

unnamed soulmates(?)!au. fantasy?? - dream sequences where you play out a whole life w/ ur soulmate (joon) but can’t actually meet in this reality. find ways to get messages to each other within dreams? like 150 words written lmao i cannot worldbuild life sux

could you stay - yoongi x reader. f2l. 5k written. forgot i still had this for a while and jess shouted at me and went looking through google docs to check for herself lmao

unnamed hobi fuckboi fic - 54 words written lsdlfkdkgjjss honestly i got bored of it almost immediately. hobi’s character is the hardest for me to get right? idk maybe i need to find a diff trope for him, something nicer. perceived fuckboi??? like unreliable narrator maybe?

sugar fix - yoongi x reader. 90s sex line fic! 1.5k written. absolute nonsense but some of it is quite funny. meetcute at work while talking dirty to horny randos on the phone

unnamed joon sexting fic - established ldr. can’t seem to find the right time to sext bc of time differences, oh no, oh dear, they’re so horny whatever will they do? 1.5k written

carnival fic - yoongi x reader but could change to yoonmin? yoongi is mute, tae the tarot reader seems to know everything yoongi thinks but he’s just making it up and yoongi goes along with it. it’s fun, it’s silly. i’ve got 2k

crossroads - jk x reader. reader is a crossroads demon and jungkook is a total idiot! 1k written

clusters - namjoon x reader. soulmate au, set out of body. everyone in a soul cluster has their soulmate, but namjoon doesn’t, until your soul comes into existence, nearly 50 lifetimes late. 4k written

tattooist jimin x reader. got bored of this immediately and forgot the plot i came up with before i wrote it down. 800 words written that are okay but maybe it could just be a smut oneshot

airport barista hobi x frequent flyer reader. 197 words 😭 hobi why do i struggle when u r so sweet

namjoon x reader. f2l. namjoon wants to go on a road trip but he obv can’t drive, so you, an idiot. volunteer. 700ish words.

tae x reader. college au. lovers to strangers. 5.8k written

seokjin x reader. diner au. e2l (lite). 1.2k written

virtual strangers au - jimin x reader are rival tumblr people. they hate each other but don’t know each others faces. jimin has a big fat crush on this woman who works at the pet shop and he keeps buying cat litter even though he doesn’t have one a cat. anyway. his crush and his tumblr nemesis are one and the same! ha! 1k written

yoonmin fic - jimin is having therapy for anxiety & yoongi runs a cat cafe. 1k written

winterbreak - yoongi x reader. college au. established fwb with one sided feelings. yoongi leaves and spends a year abroad. v angsty. they keep falling back together & hurting each other. based on that song by muna. 5k written

1970s namgi hitman fic - can’t remember where i was going with this, need to reread my notes. was based on that shoot for joons photofolio in the motel. 1.5k written

seokjin’s yarn barn - alpaca farmer!seokjin x knitting enthusiast!yoongi. absolute crack. quite funny. 1.3k written

reader x hobi meetcute on a train. >1k written

spermageddon - namjin fic for lauren. absolute insanity. namjin work at a sperm bank and namjoon breaks things. 1k written

yoongi collab - yoongi x reader musician au. fwb & unrequited feelings. angst heavy 1.4k

➾ feel free to ask about any of these. god. how did it get so out of hand?

[baeshijima]

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫!𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐲/𝐧

A/N : oMG YOO ITS BEEN WAY TOO LONG SINCE I LAST POSTED ANY STREAMER CONTENT KSLDFS (ಥ _ ಥ) BUT IM BACK !!! AND WITH OUR BELOVED GIGACHAD, ARATAKI NUMERO UNO ITTO ヾ(⌐■_■)ノ♪

masterlist

wE’RE BACK TO STREAMER AU AFTER 6387562507349750TREYURET034 YEARS

 AND WITH STREAMER ITTO ??!?!?!?"!$"£%^ 

pog.

poggers

poggies

pogu—

ahem

anywho 👩‍🦯

our one and oni gigachad of gigachads, ARATAK1TTO, here would most definitely make a top tier streamer

i mean it

nO BC HE’D BE SUCH A FUN AND ENTERTAINING MULTI STREAMER ????

I SWEAR, ONE MOMENT HE’D BE KO-ING IN VALORANT OR APEX, THEN HE’D BE DOING 50 POKÉMON TCG BOX OPENINGS TO TRY AND GET CHANDELURE/GENGAR VMAX, THEN HE’D BE OUT VLOGGING WHILE BEATLE HUNTING SHIRTLESS

at this point it’s just a talent of his that his community have just,,,, had no choice but to accept their weird but loveable strimmer

i won’t lie, itto is just chaos incarnate

the physical representation of the elmo hellfire gif

the type to have that super obnoxious, yet cute and contagious laugh that sounds more like a wheeze but gets covered up by the loud slapping of his hand on his keyboard bc he missed the actual desk space if he’s not choking

probably leaned so far back once that he just fell off his spinny gamer chair and nearly knocked the desk over

ngl, there have been multiple petitions hosted by his community

one of which being :

pls give our questionable strimmer software funds so he can afford 3 new monitors, a keyboard, a mouse, endless lollipops, and life support to help him survive in his own room <33

he snacks and eats sm on stream that it would be weird if he doesn’t eat abt 10 mins after the last thing he ate

mf probably has a hexbug collection too

but speaking of community, he’s one of those streamers that everyone just,,, knows even without ever watching him

well, it’s purely for all his chaotic moments that went viral and got turned into a meme

which is literally every waking moment he records himself

also just gets KAPPA’d and OMEGALUL’d and UNLUCKYYYYYYYY 99.5% of the time he streams <//3

. . .

itto sweetie ur doing great, i swear

:’)

and another thing that really stands out with his community is that they’re not just ??? a community ???

like

they’re literally all bros

one big diverse, confused, wholesome family of bros

bros before hoes—

he also just calls everyone “bro”, “dude”, “man”, “buddy”, “pal” and “homie”

unironically calls his friends “babe” too

when voice chatting on streams he’s caused more misunderstandings than u can imagine :’)

unlike the other two streamers i have posted abt (albedo — whose community is just the epitome of wholesome — and childe — whose community is just the literal spawn of the devil), itto’s community just has this super warm and comfortable, yet chaotic vibe ??

idk how to explain it

u gotta be there in the discord server especially to know what i mean

all the times they voice chat, have a big watch party of an anime/movie/series, have a massive and stupidly competitve game night (probably pkmn tcg online or who can get the biggest in agar.io or smth)

but real talk, there have been so many instances where they all hype each other up to do dumb shit, as well as help one another through their lowest days that it honestly just takes the top spot as the number one community KJHSLJ

PLS THEY’RE ALL SO OPEN WITH EACH OTHER ???? BC ITTO’S COMMUNITY REALLY IS JUST ONE BIG FAMILY AT THIS POINT 😭🖐

definitely played doki doki literature club once bc his chat said that it was a super cute and fun game and he was down bc wow, cute girls and a fun dating sim? count him in!

that was until he actually got into it

there are many… many clips of him freaking out 

they all went viral, as expected—

“iF yOu LoVe Me leT me goOoOOOOOOooOo~~~”

beatboxes 74.2% of the time he’s on stream

but this big ole puppy has lots n lots of plushies !!! i just know he does !!!!

one of his favs is this bull plushie that he always has on him just to rest his head :(

lots of fanarts of him with the bull as his lil mascot 

so much so that it’s now his actual mascot 😭

he also has one of those little chomper thingies that u attach to ur charger as a gift from one of his viewers !!!

it’s a smol cow one (≧︶≦)

probably has quite a few pets !!

maybe like,,, 3 dogs, 1 cat, a couple of hamsters, maybe some ferrets,

and a goat

mans probably lives on a farm with horses and 10 cows or smth

wouldn’t be surprised

it’s probably why he’s broke tbh

nOW ONTO HIM BEING WHIPPED FOR U AS A GENSHIN STREAMER ?!?

well

it all started on this one, fateful day 

he was doing a pokémon tcg box opening and rambling abt his authentic hexbug collection (u know, as u do) when a viewer sent in a tts :

“hey boss !! (that’s what they call him when doing a tts ;-;) have u tried the game: genshin impact yet?”

and that folks is the beginning of him spiralling down the hell known as genshin <33

now

after finishing up his pkmn unboxing, he searched up the game and downloaded it !!

truthfully, he has heard of it, but it didn’t really interest him all that much at first

in other words, he’s only gonna give it a try bc his chat wanted him too (when he asked if they reallyyyy wanted him to play it and they all spammed yes, he gave in JHJKS)

while waiting for the download to finish, he began just going through the official website to see the characters

by this point, it would be around the 1.3 update, so the lantern rite festival would be the ongoing event in-game !!

so he’s going through the mondstadt character list:

“alright, not bad! this diluc guy looks like batman with his dark clothes, so that’s pretty cool! kaeya looks suspicious tho. could never be me.”

also thought fischl looked super cool too

he thought albedo was a cat until he saw diona, who was an actual cat of sorts

now thinks albedo looks like a puppy

then he gets onto the liyue characters:

“WOAH! WHO’S THIS?! XIAO? MAN DOES HE LOOK AWESOME, AHAHAHA!”

so yeah

he’s part of xiao nation now :’))

but then he noticed his chat spamming similar things

“wait where’s (y/n)???? they left out my beloved adepti ARATAKISOB”

“(y/n) modCheck”

“zhongli’s righthand adepti has perished ;-;”

“liyue’s nuke where KEKL”

and itto just sat there, being the confused bby he is like:

“(y/n)? who dat? 🤨”

and his chat went W I L D

next thing he knows, he has an influx of tts screamers, ppl spamming words of affection for u, others tryna send pics of u in-game + links of ur official art—

it seems his chat are all part of (y/n) nation (and rightfully so wink wonk—)

he managed to get hold of one of the links to ur official art promoting the 1.3 update and. . .

oh my

u hear the sound of that?

that’s the sound of itto’s jaw positively dropping to the floor and his heart stopping.

it was so quiet on his end that his chat had thought he died or smth 🤡

tho, that wouldn’t be all that far from the truth bc hOLY ???? IS IT POSSIBLE FOR A CHARACTER TO LOOK SO BADASS AND STUNNING AND SO FREAKING LOVEABLE N ADORABLE AT THE SAME TIME ?????”!”!£?$£$£^%&

itto be running laps rn

heart pumping, mind spinning, and a big goofy grin to top it all off

MISSION: convert mr aratak1tto from xiao nation to (y/n) nation has been a success !!

so when he realises that ur gonna be released in this current new update after xiao banner (in place of keqing bc as much as i love her, she’s a standard banner so i can easily replace her with ur release :’)), he’s now super pumped and impatient for the game to finish downloading

his chat get a front row view of him going through ur character demo, trailer, previews, art, and then him tapping his monitor screens in hopes it’ll speed up

they approve of their strimmer’s actions. 100000000000/10 !!

and once it does download? he’s right on it 🐥

until he realises he won’t see you until he finishes the prologue with mondstadt

and that xiao’s banner is still ongoing so he can’t even get u

f in the chat for aratak1tto sir 😔💔

but he forgot abt all that once the game displays it’s immaculate graphics

mans is hypnotised by dvalin roar and venti disappearing

NO BUT ONCE HE UNLOCKS WISHES HE’S SO CLUELESS

“luck? why would i need luck? i’m the luckiest man alive! just you all watch and see the greatness that is arataki itto—” *starts choking or smth as usual*

thought he was god when he got noelle in his first 10 pull until someone told him everyone gets her in their first multi on beginner <//3

n e who he did another multi on beginner and got another noelle

noelle gang rise—

no but i can actually see him as a noelle main pls 😭

but anyway he goes through the prologue, ranking up, screaming while fighting slimes and hilichurls, screaming while running from mitachurls, abyss mages, whopperflowers and ruin guards, screams while tryna steal the holy lyre der himmel, then just goes spin to win with noelle 25/8

shield mitachurls his beloathed until he remembers he has amber <//3

contrary to popular belief within his community, he actually completed the prologue quicker than they thought

and by that i mean within abt 4 hours or so

they all think he just wanted to meet u as soon as possible HKJHSDKL

bUT NOW HE’S IN LIYUE !! 

makes his way through the region to liyue harbour, only to discover more enemies to go on his beloathed list, which incurs more shouting on end and free entertainment for his chat :’))

enter: liyue harbour ~~

and w o w

the visuals are just ??? so cool ???

he was told by his chat to complete the liyue archon quest, and he would’ve sighed if it weren’t for the fact they told him u would be introduced in the first act

h a

itto is positively whipped and he hasn’t actually met u SKDJF

by now he’s built up a good amount of primos from his time in mond, and his chat told him to save for now since there was still about ten days left of xiao’s banner

so he did just that and witnessed rex lapis dying 💀

speechless

just sat there, gaping at his screen

man </3

fast forward some more and he’s screaming while running through the milelith bc he doesn’t speak sneak, just sprint

found childe weird when he first saw him and heard his name ngl JSHDKJ

then found him even weirder when he found out it was tartaglia bc it sounds too much like the pasta he ate literally an hour ago

but now he’s on a mission to find the five adepti with the sigil of permission !!

first meets moon carver while attacking the milelith with his spin to win tactic, then xiao who he practically fanboys over before shouting at the ruin hunter in the forest, then mountain shaper where he has a field day pretending to be an adepti messenger, and finally cloud retainer in which he complains abt not having enough ingredients to cook everything

and now is the time everyone’s been waiting for

ur introductory time :’))

after he finds the four, another quest pops up telling him to head back to liyue harbour, to which he finds a bit suspicious bc shouldn’t he be looking for u since ur the last one ?

but his chat reassure him so he proceeds

and lo and behold ur there waiting for him at the bridge

he didn’t even realise u were there until the screen went black bc he was too busy sprinting and gliding to notice HKJLSD

but once he realised what was happening he let out the biggest gasp

he let out an even bigger one when u looked at him his character

safe to say he’s now ur biggest and most devoted fanboy despite u not even saying a word yet <33

definitely takes so many screenshots to commemorate ur first meeting so he can look at it every anniversary 

he goes through ur dialogue and omg ur voice is so nice, and so is ur smile, and— wait no don’t leave already !!

D:

salt. and betrayal

anywhoodles he’s in love with u and now ur both official

who says? well, his community said so :/

also lowkey falls in love with zhongli and beidou but like,,,

who doesn’t ???

but timeskip of abt another few hours and it’s 1 am but he doesn’t care bc he’s a mAN and will power through to the end and his chat are both here for it and are ✨ concerned ✨

zhongli hinted abt u more than a few times, esp when at the guizhong ballista

ngl, a lot of ppl have so many theories and speculations that u two have/had smth going on, esp with zhongli’s voiceover abt u in his profile

itto may or may not have attacked zhongli’s model when searching for the broken parts a couple of times bc of it

but ye he awed at the osial fight but also shouted at the fatui until he started screaming bc of the speed buff xiao gave him

but anyway let’s just skip past that and go straight into ur banner bc this has somehow dragged on long enough at 2.2k words and i’m abt to cry bc of it but it’s okay—

bUT YES !! IT’S NOW TIME FOR UR BANNER

he’s so excited and has been waiting for this day since,,, well,,, ten days ago

itto became an ar 49 player with all the all nighters he spent grinding and exploring

but anywho, he has all ur mats ready and prepared for when u come home to him ~

his community both revelled in and pitied his introduction to artifact farming

they know what it felt like to get pummeled by rng but his reactions were too entertaining :’))

he actually got xiao somehow within 40 pulls, so now he has a lvl 80 dps xiao bc he’s not at ar 50 yet 💔

but rn he’s prepared for u as much as his ar 49 ass can so u better appreciate his efforts and external crisis

okokok sO

banner change

ur here

he cries at how amazing and cool u look in ur splash art bc 

“KSDJFHDKJGHDFJLKG ??@?!$£’?”

^^^^ his actual reaction

anyway, he hypes himself up and chat spams his (Y/N)NumeroUNO emote for good luck ><

one multi in. barbara.

telling himself it’s alright since he has no pity anyway

two multis in. the bell and another barbara.

telling himself it’s (not) alright since he only had 10 pity

three multis in. rainslasher.

telling himself it’s alright since he only had 20 pity

four multis in. gOLd no it’s purple. 

he got bennet

it’s alright, he’ll take bennett constellations but hahahsjhfds where are u?

five multis in. a fischl.

u know what? he’ll take that too bc fischl pog but no seriously where are u pls come home soon preferably now?

six multis in. dragon’s bane, barbara, and sacrificial fragments.

okay haha funny joke,,, now (y/n) pls come home—

seven multis in. barbara.

okay i take it back this isn’t funny anymore pls come home ;-;

eight multis in. ningguang and the bell™.

internally crying and externally screeching

nine multis in. if he doesn’t get u here he will—

keqing.

. . .

oH SHIT UR IN THIS MULTI TOO WTFJSDHOS

bro’s fallen off his spinny gamer chair again bc u appeared on the very last one <//3

he’s crying, chat’s crying, his lil mascot’s soaking up his tears, and ur the cause of it all ehe

no but as soon as he looks up and sees u on his screen he just has a big dumb grin on his face that he’s (kinda) forgotten abt the suffering u just put him through

now he’s on ur profile thingy and admiring u in all ur glory :’)

levels u up so fast and just,,, runs and jumps around with u in  his party of noelle, xiao, and bennett

ur party is called the ARATAKI GANG and he’s never been prouder

his fav voice overs are favourite food + when the sun is out + good morning + birthday (when he has his birthday, that is,,,)

did he set u as his profile icon?

pshhh, of course he did

did he change his signature to be related to u?

yuh-uh he did :

“me and (y/n) finish each other’s sandwiches o(≧▽≦*)o”

he was very proud of himself for coming up with that

did he change his in-game name?

hAH! obviously !!

“(y/n)’s ( •̀ .̫ •́ )✧”

he also made sure to put u into all of his socials in any way he could

pfp? done. bio? EZ. display name? hah! child’s play

anything else?

well, he pulled for ur weapon with funds provided by his community bc they pitied him 

[jeonqkooks]

fool me once | jjk

You never expect anything from Jungkook, but somehow he always manages to let you down.

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: fuckboy au, fwb au, smut, angst

warnings: multiple (2) sex scenes, protected sex, breast play, clit smacking, the smut is for angsty purposes tbh, one-sided pining, jk is an asshole (srsly, this jk does not deserve any rights)

word count: approx. 3k | moodboard

note: inspired by the song ‘birthday’ by maisie peters bc i listened to it on repeat for days when i was going thru a shitty fling a few years back ;; again, this isn’t as edited as i’d like but it iz what it iz

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

“My birthday is on Saturday.”

You don’t know why you’re telling him, especially since you’re almost positive that he doesn’t care. Jungkook is deep inside of you for the third time in the last seven days, and you’re telling him about your birthday. It feels… wrong.

“Oh yeah?” his mouth lets go of your pert nipple with a pop before switching to the other one. “Want me to take you out, huh, kitten?”

When he bites down on your breast, you rasp out a moan in lieu of an answer. You resent him every time he acts like this, like he could ever want you the way you want him—the way you’ve always wanted him. That’s just how he is, selfish and casually cruel. You’ve grown accustomed to it and the wound that his indifference never fails to deliver to your heart; you doubt he’ll even remember what he said when the moment has passed.

“Okay, I’ll take you out,” Jungkook says carelessly, tongue still focused on working your nipple.

It’s hard to concentrate when he’s sucking your tit into his mouth and his dick is sliding in and out of your slick cunt. The hard thrusts of his hips against yours nearly overshadow the ache that you can feel closing in on your chest. Your moans fill the space of your dorm room while he takes up the space in your head.

Every time you convince yourself that you need to cut him out of your life, he always manages to weasel his way back into your bed and leaves you feeling so dizzy with desire that you wonder why you ever wanted him gone in the first place.  

“You don’t mean that,” you say between moans, looking away and trying to keep the dejection from your voice.

“I’m serious,” Jungkook grunts as you tighten unexpectedly around him, your release approaching despite the way your heart sinks. He grabs your face and forces your gaze back on him. “My treat. Consider it a thank you for—ah, fuck—for always being so good to me.”

When you only stare at him, mouth open in a breathless moan from how he’s drilling you, he suddenly pulls out and leans back to look down at you, laid bare and spread out underneath him, brows knitted together in frustration as you reach for his arm to tug him closer again.

“You gonna let me take you out?” Jungkook takes his throbbing member and smacks it sharply against your clit a few times, making you yelp while your battered core begs for something to clench around. “It’s the least I can do for my kitten, hmm? Always such a good girl for me.”

“Yes, okay!” you whine, knowing you’ll regret this decision but right now you’re only desperate to feel him in you. “Please, Jungkook, just… I was so close!”

He smirks and waits for one more torturous moment before guiding his swollen tip to where you need him most, but he doesn’t push in just yet—he wants to see you weak for him again. He drives his hips forward to rub himself along the length of your slit, coating him in more of your wetness to help ease his way back in.

“Jungkook,” you breathe out when his tip teases your entrance and he kneads one of your breasts in his hand. “Just–please, just fuck m–”

“Do you love me?”

The question makes you freeze in your tracks, your eyes widening and lips parting in surprise while he hovers over you. 

He knows it, you know he knows it, but he’s never brought it up so directly before and you’ve always thought that for all anybody cares there actually is an ounce of decency in him, that he’s chosen to ignore your feelings for him to save you from embarrassment.

You’ve never hated him more than you do in this moment. The yes you utter (out of desperation or maybe you just want to see how he would react to your confession, who knows?) is barely a whisper, but the boastful look in his eyes is enough to tell you that he heard you. Jungkook plunges into you in one swift thrust, effectively making you forget all about the humiliation that will certainly set in once he leaves.

“That’s right,” he murmurs, but the sound of his voice in your ear is quickly eclipsed by the slaps of his skin against yours and the wet noises of him driving in and out of you. “You’re mine. You’ll always be mine, hmm?”

Heartache takes a backseat as you try to focus on the pleasure that’s about to wash over your body. “Yeah,” you agree dazedly to encourage him to keep fucking you, but it’s true, you both know it. It’s not long before you’re crying out and your velvety walls squeeze his cock like you never want him to stray from you.

It triggers his own release, the feeling of you pulsating around him, so warm and tight. “Mine, all mine...” he keeps chanting as he continues to fuck into you and draws out both your highs as long as possible. You pull him down for a kiss, to shut him up and stop him from reminding you of the fact.

When Jungkook slips away from you, you lean back against the pillows lazily, too tired to carry yourself to the bathroom to clean up. With heavy eyes and an even heavier heart, you watch him roam around the room for his previously discarded clothings.

He never stays longer than he needs to catch his breath. There’s no sense of urgency in his movements whenever he picks up his clothes and puts them back on; he doesn’t need an excuse to go—he just does. You know he never regrets sleeping with anyone. Why would he? He got what he wanted, and that’s all that matters. Maybe he’ll swing by another floor to fool around with someone else even though he was inside of you just minutes ago. It wouldn’t be the first time it’s happened anyway.

“See you Saturday. Wear something nice.”

With that, he throws you a wink and walks away. You can’t see the door from your position on the bed, but you hear it open and you hear it click shut. Jungkook leaves, like he always does. 

Saturday rolls around soon enough, though you’ve spent the last few days trying to kill the inkling of hope that keeps willing itself to spark alive within your chest.

If it were months ago, when you were still naive enough to think that your feelings might someday be reciprocated, you would have gotten all dolled up for him. Maybe you would’ve even gone out and bought a new dress just so he could treat you to a pleasant dinner. Back then, you would’ve believed anything he said.

Now, you’re only dressed in a simple fit—a pleated skirt and a knit sweater—perhaps not what Jungkook envisioned when he told you to dress nicely but it does the job, because you haven’t exactly been counting on him to actually show up anyway. He’s Jeon Jungkook, you can never really count on him for anything.

And you’d be right not to trust him. It’s 9:47PM, nearly two hours after he said he would pick you up.  You half expected him to cancel this morning or late afternoon at most, to ditch you for a frat party and shoot a meaningless and generic Happy birthday text, or a cheeky I’ll make it up to you later with a winky face to emphasize his intent. But your phone never vibrates with any message from him, not once.

Calling to ask if he’s coming is not an option you’d consider. You don’t think you can handle the embarrassment when he picks up and throws you a lame excuse, fully aware that he’s standing you up today of all days. No, you suppose you’ll just brush it off with a casual No big deal, I didn’t feel like going out anyway when he mentions it later—if he even remembers to.

When did you become this pathetic? You’re sitting alone in your room on your birthday, waiting on a boy who has done nothing but constantly stomp on your pride and self-esteem since you met him but miserably yearning for him nonetheless. 

The worst thing is, you know Jungkook will never give you what you want. Maybe it’s because it just isn’t in his nature to be a decent guy, to be a caring partner whose world revolves only around one person; or maybe it’s because he just doesn’t want to be, for you or for anyone. Either way, it doesn’t matter. The bottom line is he has this hold on you that you can never quite understand and can never quite get rid of. Does that make you a masochist, knowing all of this and even banking on worse behavior from him, but still choosing to ignore the red flags glaring at you in the face? Probably, because you keep letting him in no matter how many times your head begs you not to. Your heart is the only casualty after all.

There are so many questions you want to demand from him. Why do you have to keep toying with me? Doesn’t it make you uncomfortable knowing how I feel about you, that I want more than just sex with you? Does it boost your ego to hurt me like this? But he’ll never answer them, so you don’t ask. Jungkook only comes back to you because it’s convenient.

When you decide that if you stare at the wall for even a minute longer, it’ll somehow crack open under the sheer weight of your gaze, you pick up your phone to distract yourself from the gravity of your shitty sob story. You don’t make it very far going through your social media feed before something catches your eye and you have to scroll back up again.

There’s a photo that one of your mutual friends posted a few minutes ago that has your chest constricting. It looks like a house party, or just a bunch of people gathering to pregame before hitting a club later. Jungkook is there—you should’ve known—with a tipsy smile playing on his lips, a red solo cup hanging from one hand while his other one is settled on some girl’s thigh.

You bite the inside of your cheek when you feel a familiar burn behind your eyes. Setting your phone on the bed and taking off your shoes to lay down on the mattress, you try to concentrate on your breathing for a few minutes. You can cry, it’s not like anyone is gonna see you. But you anticipated this move on his part, didn’t you? He doesn’t deserve any of your tears and yet, you still want to waste them on him anyhow. It makes you feel even more wretched knowing that you’re here while he’s out there getting sloshed with another girl around him, and you’re probably the furthest thing from his mind.

There's an earthquake in the center of your chest and it doesn’t stop shaking. It makes your ribcage want to cave in and slice into your heart; you reckon that would feel better than you do right now. 

You never expect anything from Jungkook, but somehow he always manages to let you down.

Of course he would show up when you replied no to his text asking if he could come over. Your birthday was a few days ago and the topic hasn’t come up since. The fact that it hasn’t resurfaced by now means it never will again.

He doesn’t like it when you reject him but loves when he does it to you.

The second that you opened the door, he was already on you. With a hand on your waist and another holding the back of your neck, Jungkook brings his face close to yours until you could feel his breath fanning your lips. Only when you don’t make a move to push him off does he finally press his mouth to yours. He never forces you into doing something you don’t want to, you’ll give him that.

“You keep doing this to me because you know I’m in love with you,” you say after he pulls away.

“Is that such a bad thing?” 

It’s not his problem that you love him, it’s yours. He always makes this crystal clear.

He leaves a trail of kisses along your jawline down to your neck and across your collarbone, knowing that the way your breath hitches isn’t because of his touch. He doesn’t press for an answer when you meet his question with silence, and you’re once again reminded that it’s because he doesn’t care. He never has and never will.

If there’s one thing that you should’ve expected when it comes to Jungkook, it’s that your resolve is practically non-existent. It chips away when he rubs the spot on the small of your back that he knows you like and it crumbles when he takes off your shirt and doesn’t immediately aim for your breasts but instead kisses you again before his lips descend any further. You’re in mere pieces by the time he lays you down on the bed and takes his place between your thighs, not a single article of clothing to shield you from his lustful eyes as he fucks you.

“Oh kitten, ah fuck…” he drawls, hips quickening the pace that they pound into you. “You always take me so well…”

You can’t help the cries that spill from your lips nor the way your own hips push back against him in blind and pure bliss. 

“Love you, kitten,” Jungkook coos as the pads of his fingers rub against your clit, and the stimulation has you moaning out expletives like a broken record. “Always so good to me. For me.”

You don’t like how he’s able to elicit such responses from you when he keeps breaking you down on a daily basis, but you don’t hate how good he makes your body feel either. 

His cock drives into the deepest places inside of you while his words pluck at every single one of your heartstrings. Love you, kitten… Maybe it’s the heat of the moment, or maybe he knows that’s how he gets you to keep letting him in again and again. It’s not the first time he’s said it, but you’re certain there will never come a day when those words are sincere.

Nevertheless, you clench around him involuntarily and Jungkook knows these simple yet magical syllables will work on you every time. So he repeats them, over and over, until your eyes are glassy with tears from overwhelming pleasure and from the sting that his voice delivers to your heart. They overflow when your orgasm strikes like a tidal wave, making you sob out his name brokenly.

He wipes away the tears on your face with a cocky smirk. “That good, huh?” 

You don’t say anything, you just let him continue to fuck into you until he finally explodes into the condom. If there’s one thing that you’ve noticed in the past few weeks, it’s that you’ve gotten a lot quieter during sex with Jungkook. Sure, he still has you crying out and shouting his name into the enclosed space of your dorm room, but you used to be more vocal than just that.

You would whisper into his ear how good he was making you feel, how he was the only person who could ever bring you this much pleasure. You would say that you were his—only his—when he asked you to. It’s not untrue, but parts of you were saying it in hopes that it would stroke his ego and if you repeated those sentiments enough, maybe he would finally start to notice you.

As he pulls out of you and goes to throw the used condom in the trash can in the corner of the room, he leaves you empty in more ways than one. You expect him to do what he always does—get dressed and get out.

Instead, Jungkook returns to bed, laying down next to you and propping himself up on an elbow so he can look at you properly. You pull the covers up to your chest, suddenly wary of his presence but still hoping—always hoping.

He smiles at you, softer than you’ve ever seen him. A hand comes up to brush your hair away from your face. It almost burns you how tender his touch is because it means that he is capable of this, just never when he’s with you.

He leans down and presses his lips to yours, sickeningly saccharine. He’s never kissed you like this before, but you’re not stupid, you know why he’s doing it now. You know it and yet, you welcome the taste of his tongue in your mouth anyway. His intentions rain down like acid on your skin but at least his lips are sweet.

“You’re still mine,” he whispers, “aren’t you, kitten?”

You’re stunned at how you’re already willing to give in to him when just a few hours ago, you were adamant on finally telling him no. But alas, he always gets his way with you.

You don’t say anything. You don’t need to, not really. Your sharp intake of breath speaks volumes, and Jungkook has the audacity to smirk before he kisses you again. He gets up from the bed and turns to shoot you a wink.

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice...

— all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating or modifying is not permitted by any means.

— taglist: @hrts4kook @mwitsmejk

[altairs-little-world]

Hi~~ May I request a scenario where the reader has been avoiding Kohaku due to the fact that they (the reader) are kinda unsure if he returns their feelings, so Kohaku actively tries to seek them out to figure out whats wrong :) (The reader hasn't confessed or anything, but they're afraid of their own feelings getting in the way or whatevaaa) So ya! maybe a teeny weeny bit of angst :D! Personalitywise maybe a somewhat quiet and reserved, but also kind and helpful reader? Hmmm yeah i think that's about it! No pressure and take your time~

-🐏

Kohaku Oukawa x GN!reader - Confrontation

Characters: Kohaku Oukawa 

Genres: Angst (it’s like. Very little. Teeny, even.), Fluff

Smaller “tags”: Kohaku POV(? Like it’s third person but focused on Kohaku), confessions, overthinking, someone tell me how to write Kohaku please orz, GN!reader

TW: None!

Word Count: 1628

A/N: This was actually the first request I received, thank you 🐏 anon! Sorry for taking so long (ノ_<。) It’s still a lil’ hard for me to write one-off scenarios without going mad on the backstory /sobbing/ This used to be… 2-3k words? Then it was cut down bc I think the backstory might’ve been unnecessary, and then I had a looong time of going back and forth on whether I wanted to keep the backstory- and finally settled on ~1.5k words orz 

I’m not sure if I wrote Kohaku’s character properly either?? A little confused on how to go about this boy, sorry if I mischaracterized him! The title is kinda weird too… At time of posting, it’s nearly 12 am and my brain is sneepy, I can’t think of anything better for now, sorry! orz

Please, enjoy!

KOHAKU OUKAWA ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

It’s been weeks. Close to two months now, where he barely had the chance to speak to you or even see you. Kohaku was going to go mad. 

He had taken every chance he could think of to interact with you - eating at the cafe where you worked as a part-timer (he had picked you up from the entrance of this very cafe to go play several times), visiting your favourite shops (both of you frequented sweet shops, often together instead of alone), even near-spam texting you and sending pictures of the scenery around him (he missed going to the park with you, where you’d worry and fuss over him whenever he climbed a tree). 

Yet he was met with no results. Every time he tried to reach you, you turned away, leaving him to grasp blindly at the space you left behind in his heart. Why? Were you sick of him tagging alongside you all the time? Had he wronged you in an unforgivable way? 

Kohaku seemed cold and aloof at times, but he truly cared for the people around him, cared about what they thought of him, including you - or maybe especially you, with how much he enjoyed hanging out with you, making you laugh, hearing you ramble on in that hushed voice of yours when you both came across something interesting. He missed you. 

And what would he, Kohaku Oukawa, do when he missed someone? That’s right - seek them out to no end (A first time, but this was apparently what he did).  

And perseverance is rewarded. 

“Wait!” 

He finally, finally manages to catch you one day, quite literally too. Kohaku had reached out and grabbed your arm the moment he saw you again, your body already turning away in an attempt to escape, but his hold on your arm was firm and unyielding. 

“Why? Why are ya running away from me?” Words pour out of him, afraid that you might go before he hears an answer, a conclusion, an explanation for your actions. His grip on your arm tightens in his panic, making you wince slightly. He doesn’t notice, desperation clouding his mind. “Please, talk to me. Did I do something wrong?”

You hurriedly land your other hand over his, trying to loosen the pink-haired boy’s grasp, prying his fingers away. “Kohaku, let go!” 

Lavender eyes widened with shock and remorse, and your arm was suddenly free. His gaze left you, teeth nibbling away at the inside of his mouth. He couldn’t look at you. How could he have done that? He hurt you. You had every right to hate him, run away, lash out… 

Kohaku blinks when his hovering hand is held, fingers wrapping around his palm. Then after a moment, another hand follows, surrounding his hand and heart with warmth. He stares at your collapsed hands for a moment, before lifting his head. This time, you were the one avoiding his eyes, choosing to fix your gaze on your hands as he’d done earlier. 

“... I’m sorry.” 

He also didn't expect to hear that. 

What were you sorry for? Why were you sorry? He was the one who should apologize, not you. But his mouth refused to open, throat still constricting with guilt. 

“I’m sorry,” You repeat, voice so soft the Kohaku would have missed it if not for his yearning to simply hear you for the past weeks. “I shouldn’t have… I…” 

Were you looking for an excuse to make him feel better? Kohaku would rather have the cold, hard truth. If you were truly sick and tired of him, he would accept it. At least, that was how he hoped he would react. 

“Do ya hate me?” A straightforward question - he hated beating around the bush. 

“What-?” Your teary eyes finally meet his - you were close to crying. But why? Why, why, why? He wants to hold you, to comfort you in the only way he knew, learnt from his younger years on the internet. But the male couldn’t bring himself to tear his hand away from yours, so instead, he reaches up with his other hand while you shake your head furiously. “No, no, never - I don’t hate you. Not at all-!” 

You fall silent when he makes contact with the side of your head, awkwardly stroking and messing up your hair. Kohaku’s heart practically melts when you let out a small sob and nuzzle your head further into his palm, closing your eyes as you did so. He had missed you so, so much. And it didn’t look like you had avoided him because you hated him - a relief, but why had you been avoiding him, then? 

“I…” It’s only when your mouth moves again that he realises he had spoken his latter thoughts out loud. You lifted your head away from his touch, much to his disappointment, but your hands stayed firmly around his. The male feels little taps on his hand, from your fidgeting thumbs. Were you nervous? Scared? Why? 

He had so many questions, but no answers. Not yet, at least. 

Kohaku awaits your response, bringing his other hand to join your already-linked hands, eyes fixed on you and you alone. Something bubbled in his chest, an unfamiliar feeling, but he ignores it, deeming your answer of more importance at this moment. 

“I…You.” 

“Hah? I can’t hear ya. A little louder?” He wonders why your face has become a shade of light pink like his hair, colour becoming more intense with every passing second. “... Hello?” 

“I like you!” 

“Eh?” 

Did he hear you wrongly? He must’ve. There was no way- How- And him, him of all people? 

Mind still reeling from your confession, he nearly misses your following words. “I’m sorry.” You say, looking down. That only confuses the pink-haired boy even further. What were you apologizing for, now? For avoiding him? For having just confessed? For liking him? 

Something blooms in his chest. Kohaku quickly pries his hand out of your grasp, instead engulfing you in a hug. He finally releases the breath he’d been holding ever since weeks ago, tense shoulders sagging as he holds you close. 

“Don’t apologize. Ya got nothin’ to say sorry for,” His voice is nearly muffled in your shoulder, but he was close enough that you could hear him anyway. A long sigh is dragged out from him, fingers curling around the back of your clothes. “Ya seriously avoided me for so long because ya liked me? What kind of backwards logic-” 

He cuts himself off with another sigh. Kohaku was just so relieved, so happy, so satisfied right now, being able to hold you like this without you pushing him away. He never knew he needed this, but he never wants to stop hugging you now. 

“Sorry… I- Just forget what I said,” Your forehead rested on his shoulder, voice wavering, nearly pleading with your next words. “...Can we still be friends?” 

Friends? Kohaku didn’t think that was the next step after one confessed to another. Was he missing something here… Oh. He was so caught up with everything happening at once that he forgot the most important, and possibly most embarrassing part. 

“I, um, I like ya too. Like, a lot,” His voice lowers to a mumble, almost embarrassed to say the words he had only read in his comics. The male wasn’t one to express his affections so blatantly, whether with words or actions - but with you here, already in his arms, perhaps he could show some weakness. 

“...Really?” He feels slightly hurt at the disbelief in your soft voice, pulling back to grip your shoulders and look you dead in the eyes, violets staring into you. 

“When have I eva’ lied?” 

Your gaze shied away from his, blinking off to his left instead as you gave an answer. “...Never?” 

“That’s right. So do ya think I’m lying now, of all times?” Kohaku tilts his head to the left to catch your eye again, voice dropping to a shaky whisper as his brows furrow. The male’s hands leave your shoulders, finding your limp hands again to cup them and hold them up as if he were praying to you. “Ya know me better than anyone, I would think. If ya don’t know if I’m lyin’ or not right now, who would?”

You were his friend, his confidant, his respite, his… Everything, basically. This feeling in his chest was close to overwhelming him at this point - a first, he thinks. Or maybe not. Maybe he had always felt this way around you, but was too utterly distracted by your presence and how much joy it brought him that he had never realized. 

He was happy to have you around. He was happy to have you. You made him happy. 

Such simple logic, and Kohaku had never noticed until he was deprived of your company for a month or so. Sigh, how stupid he was, Kohaku now realized. He should know to cherish you more. To cherish the ones he loved more. 

“If that’s the case, then… What does make us?” 

“I think... Lovers?” He couldn’t stop himself from the sheepish grin spreading across his face, saying that word, even more so when he sees your face turning into various shades of pink again. His face right now probably matched his hair too, a whole palette of cherry-blossom pink displayed for your eyes only. 

He watched intently as several emotions flashed across your face at once - surprise, bewilderment, embarrassment, and finally, settling on joy. The smile he had wished to even catch a glimpse of in the past month was in front of him, cheekbones hiding a sliver of your eyes. 

“Lovers, then.” 

Kohaku swore he’d never felt more like a giddy, honey-drunk bee than that very moment.

“But seriously, don’t ya go avoiding me like that again! Ya scared me…” 

[pollyna]

00Q fic masterlist

Hi, so just one thing the masterlist has this order: ratings, from the fic with less words to the one with more, AU and eventual MCD will be add in my own notes.

Oh, and the series will have their section at the end, there i will indicate the number of fic and the rating for single work. All of them have their link to ao3, if you have other suggestions on what i could add sent me a dm!

This is an on going work because I'm going to read and add until I'll read about them. Now containing fic on or after No Time To Die, they're marked with the name of the movie and spoiler.

i will add comments under the summary, that are in italics.

A special thank you goes to my cat who destroyed half of the room while I was working on this and then promptly fell asleep on that same mess.

I had to cut a part of the masterlist away bc tumblr wasn't working: the series section is here.

General audience.

wounds are the documents of the body bywintervioleteye (hawkguyed) (300 words)

There are plenty of marks on Bond’s body, the bruises and scars there an ever-changing road map of where he’s been.

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the scar fic i was waiting for.

Nothing Like You by Renata Lord (snowlight) (388 words)

Twenty years after National Gallery, Q greets a new 007.

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he isn't a replacement and Q would really like you to remember that. And that James is beautiful as the first day he saw him.

Just a kiss by homosociallyyours (1,2k)

Two tender little 00q kissing vignettes. Nothing sexy, really, but if you want something short and sweet with a dose of doting/care-taking, here you go.

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tender kisses are the best kiss and i need so many more fic like this one

A Very Bond Christmas by Deastar (1,2k)

“I’m always here,” Bond says, smiling. “Not when you’re on mandatory medical leave,” Q shoots back. “If they won’t let you shoot things or blow things up, you’re never here. So again, Bond, what are you doing here?”

Bond produces a small, wrapped box from behind his back, covered in green paper with a gold ribbon. “Brought you a gift.”

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Bond brings Q gifts that aren't tecnically gifts but who's looking inside the horse mouth? not us.

Skyfall Revisited by mimosa (Error305_Proxy) (1,5k)

Bond doesn’t go back to Skyfall for nearly two years. When he finally goes back again, it’s with Q by his side.

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post-Skyfall. Sometimes is important to remember that a house is just a house.

All's Fair in Love and Scrabble by astudyinfic (1,8k)

Q keeps a Scrabble board in his office as decoration and amusement on late nights. But one day, someone decides to play against him. And he thinks they may be trying to tell him something.

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I was missing this v important fic and i didn't even knew. fluff everywhere!

the sheer lack of professionalism by scioscribe (1,9k)

Q rolled his eyes. “Oh, there are just bloody wheels within wheels to it, aren’t there, this kidnapping business? Really, you should give it up. You’re not cut out for it. Think about it, your first time out, and you pinch a national intelligence treasure and ask his MI6 boyfriend for ransom. It isn’t very promising, is it?”

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this one is honestly hilarious!

the game by orphan_account (2,7k)

Q and Bond's flirting gets a bit ridiculous.

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James should buy Eve a very nice dinner, yep. They're both so ridiculous oh god.

lay me down to sleep by rikacain (3k)

Written for the 00Q Summer Exchange.

It’s a symbiotic relationship, Q insists whenever he wants to be a smarmy little arse and a poetic one to boot, we both benefit from it. You get a good night’s sleep and I get some company and a roof over my head.

James has nightmares and Q is the solution.

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AU. Q is something and James has more nighmares one can count with his finger. They make it work. non-linear narrative, bittersweet.

Love and Other Hazardous Materials by luchia (3,5k)

"This is just getting ridiculous," M says when he finds Q trying to put motorized circular saw blades into a briefcase.

(Or, Q and James Bond love their jobs so very, very much.)

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sometimes M asks himelf why and then let them do what they want anyway

006 and the great double-oh catastrophe of 2012 by lincesque (3,9k) MI6 requires all their double-oh agents to attend a mandatory meet and mingle with each other once per year. This year, everyone's talking about the new Quartermaster. 007 doesn't take it well. 006 really didn't sign up for this. -

pre-slash but soft soft soft, James is a damn sottone for Q and he's jelaous too. Alec needs vacation honestly.

Five Times James Bond Was Where He Shouldn't Have Been (and One Time Q Was Exactly Where He Needed to Be) by theheadgirl (4,3k)

Five drabbles in which 007 shows up somewhere he has absolutely no business being, for one reason or another, and one in which his quartermaster happens to be in the right place at the right time. Warning for kidnapping and weirdness, but no explicit violence. Mild spoilers for Skyfall.

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James Bond shouldn't be there but he is anyway. And he's a fucking pain in the ass until he isn't anymore (for Q's sake)

Searching for Answers by VerdigrisSoup (5,6k)

Q gets tired of people always expecting him to be their tech support, so technologically illiterate Bond decides it's time to learn on his own. Of course, not without terrorizing Q just a little bit.

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this one is actually the fucking cuttest thing i ever read. i'm a sucker for them working to help eachother to be better. shamless fluff.

He Shot Me Down Bang Bang by wanderlust (whatwasdead) (8,7k)

Q is thirty two when he thinks about his life. How he was never enough. How he was never loved. Q is thirty two when all he can do is watch. - Bond is forty-seven when he sees them again. There is Vesper and Mathis and M. He needs to hear what they have to say. Bond is forty-seven when he returns back to the living.

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Q is 32, Bond is 47 and numbers are just numbers.

Teen and Up Audiences.

Not Too Early or Too Late by unrequainted (835 words) Q turns to Bond who, in the waning hours of morning, had succumbed to sleep.

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leaving your bed to work is hard, but knowing you can go back in and cuddle all your tiredness away? just fucking awsome.

a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last by calciseptine (1,4k)

Living with Q is not as difficult as James initially thought it might be.

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here to the first of a long list of Q gives James a room and they end up domestics in the first week of living together!

gadget, trinket, doodad, device by scioscribe (1,9k)

If Bond wants a shoehorn that can also pick locks, it's Q's job to give it to him. (Well, actually it's not, but for some reason he keeps getting talked into it anyway. Also, he's been making a genuinely excessive number of things that explode.)

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James asks, Q creates, things go scaboom sometimes and Eve is a blessing in every sense of the word.

Five Times Bond Ruined Q's Dates And That One Time He Didn't by xLoveMx (2,3k) It’s been a few weeks since Bond’s been reinstated, and yet he still hasn’t made an attempt to move out and well, Q hasn’t asked him to, either.

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No time to die spoiler-ish: james comes back and make impossibile for Q to date anyone. and they were flatmatessss

Wooing Rituals of the James Bond Variety by Elenothar (2,5k)

In which Q keeps finding cups of tea and snacks around his work station, James Bond is possibly the most regular visitor Q Branch has ever had, and it takes a ridiculously long time for them to get around to actually doing something about it each other.

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from the tag of the author: denial isn't only a river in Egypt. (Post-Skyfall)

Day Seventeen: Spooning (AKA "I've Had a Bad Day Again") by a_xmasmurder (2,7k)

Bond had a bad day, Q has a bad day, and then there's teleshopping and a couch.

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bad days are hard but together they can be less heavy.

The Present by beaubete (3k) At first he mistakes it for a part of his kit, the cheery red wrapping some sort of Q-Branch joke.

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best plot twist ever and honestly, honestly, it made my heart ache bc of it. sometimes i want to hug James Bond and pat his hair but damn. Luckly Q is there to do it for me.

Spook Me Once, Shame On You by VerdigrisSoup (3,1k)

If there was a dictionary entry under “Q’s relationships,” the definition would most definitely have been the single word ironic.

Or the one where James Bond loves horror films, and Q is the biggest scaredy-cat around. Of course, he'd never tell James that.

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Q doesn't love horrors but he loves to cuddle but he should learn to talk a lil bit more. A lot of domestic!

till human voices wake us by FlyMeAway, WreckAndRule (3,1k)

Determination and devotion to the cause will not do now, once you're overly aware of your own heartbeat.

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a special thank u to the author's hubby who translated this from hebrew!

Bond's specialty is resurrection and, as the author said, they just wanted and excuse to have Q sit in a shirtless Bond lap. Mild gore warning.

Upon Remembering by secondstar (3,3k)

Surrounded by faces he no longer recognizes, Bond finds solace in Q's voice.

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SPECTRE fix-it, temporaty amnesia, everyone is trying to do their best and, apparently Q's cardigan are unforgettable

a pox on all your machines by scioscribe (3,5k)

“You’re an expert at the challenging, though. I have handled—personally, mind you—three double-O agents, and not one of them has been the exasperation that you so continuously prove. You don’t think. Someone who doesn’t think doesn’t deserve hot water.”Or, the one where Q controls the universe with technology and Bond is trying to avoid complications (like falling for the voice in his head).

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spoiler: James does not, in fact, avoids complications because he dives right in the middle of them

the last time you'll say no by dragon_rider (4,1k)

Summary:“Let’s have dinner,” Q says.

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reversed role but no worries at the end James catch up with it. he just need a little time.

A is for Arrogance by winterhill (4,4k)

Q is fucking marvellous on a good day, and Bond wants to learn how to use a computer. Or, Q is an arrogant little shit most of the time, but Bond’s noticed he’s not quite so confident after Silva. Spoilers for Skyfall.

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sometimes healing takes the most unexpected roads but takes you exactly where you were supposed to be.

A Most Peculiar Way by beaubete (4,9k)

Astronaut Bond becomes attached to the voice on the other end of the line--with two hundred thirty thousand miles between them.

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AU. they fell in love with almost 400.000 km between them and they aren't even breathing the same air. Q is the voice in James's ear and he isn't alone even when he is. Slowbuild, lil angst, lots of laugh and the softest way to just give up to feelings.

No One Thrills Me (Like You Do) by RayShippouUchiha (5,2k)

“Nonsense,” Moneypenny waved a dismissive hand in his direction, “I’ve already got it arranged. Friday, one o’clock. I’ve put it into your schedule and, hopefully, it’ll be a nice, casual lunch date with the possibility of dinner later. I’ll send a car around because I won’t have you late or lost on the Tube. Again.”

Q thought of protesting, reminded himself of just who he was talking to, and quickly deflated.“Fine,” he finally grumbled. “But when it ends in disaster I’m free for the rest of the weekend. No meddling allowed for at least a week.”

“Deal.” Moneypenny thankfully agreed.

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Eve tries to set up Q for a blind date. Or maybe not.

This is where we begin (you know how it'll end) by nerakrose (5,5 k)

In which a prank is played, Bond and Q share an office and too much alcohol is consumed. Also, demons.Completes

AU: magic/accidental marriage on my trope bingo card.

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AU. it's starts as a prank but nor James nor Q are particularly concerned about what the paper says. Maybe the did all reverse but honestly it's them we're readig about!

dynamite (for the matchbox in your head) by beili (5,6k)

“We are trying to save your life,” Q says, finally, looking up at Bond. “You’re dying, James.”

Bond turns the thought over and over, and doesn’t know how he feels about it. He’s definitely not surprised that Death is knocking on his door again. He certainly flirted with her long enough.

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SPECTRE fix-it: i'm starting to love all this fix-it because they are all giving matter to the only thing the movie ignored. so kudos and this one is particularly emotional and there's the best happy ending.

Remember Me by Jen (ConsultingWriters) (5,6k)

Bond has lost his memory. Q has lost his love.

"What have I forgotten?” Bond asked; Q watched him, trying to find the James he knew.

“Nothing that you won’t work out on your own, if it’s really important,” Q said carefully, before returning every fraction of his attention to the computer in front of him.

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amnesia fic folks, it's hurt a little bit.

Employee Relations, Friendly Workplace and Team Building: A Guide to Successful Relationships in the MI6 by Rosslyn (5,9k)

Because even MI6 isn’t exempt from British administrative features and its assorted exercises.

“Ah, bollocks. It says that all departmental heads have to attend or their annual budget won’t get approved. Can they do that?"

R finally sets down the iron and pats Q on the shoulder. “If they can make the Double Os take lessons in health and safety,” she says ominously, “They can do whatever the fuck they want."

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300% crack and the most beautiful around AHAH i don't think they will try to do something like that ever again. Even Mallory can't anymore. Eve is there for 0.2 seconds and she is just the best of them

Mr. MI6 by beaubete (5,9k)

Working at Morrell Museum, Q's seen a lot of strange things, but that's nothing compared to the suspicious man who keeps visiting.

Museum!AU - Q and Eve work at the strangest little museum in London.

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AU. museum of oddities and Mr. MI6 really likes Q okay? different first meeting, Eve is a goodess.

Favours by dhampir72 (6,1k)

James Bond never looks at Q unless he wants something.

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the pining is hard in this one (on both sides). Fix-it post SPECTRE of sort.

So If You Give by TheCatOnTheMoon (6,1k)

Bond gives Q things because of reasons. Q thinks that Bond completely misses the point.

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shh, courting rituals are a little weird sometimes (5+1)

christmas isn't christmas (until it happens in your heart and/or people are suitably traumatised) by skylights (6,2k)

Because Alec is a slippery bastard, he’s gone by the time Q is done playing Holiday-Conscious Branch Manager with Mallory and Q doesn’t have anyone within his immediate vicinity that he can yell at without feeling guilty.

Which means, of course, he ends up calling Bond.

“Not a good time, Q,” Bond says the moment he picks up and Q checks himself for a second, wondering if Bond has somehow gotten himself embroiled in some matter of international security since they last saw each other at breakfast. “And if this is about Alec, I really don’t want to talk about it at the moment.”

“Well tough, because that’s precisely why I’m calling.”

- Alec is the fuking worst and the fucking best person ever existed, at the same time. And it's Christmas!

The Bonds from London by BootsnBlossoms (6,2k)

“I should sleep on the couch,” Bond murmured.

“Don’t be a bloody idiot,” Q snorted unattractively. Bond, amused, filed away this propensity for sleepy swearing as something to remember. “What is it? That’s a text alert, not a perimeter alarm. Nightmare, then? Damn you double-ohs and your issues, I swear to god.” He lifted his arm in invitation.

“Q, I don’t think —”

“The window’s open and I’m cold,” Q insisted.Bond sat on the edge of the bed and finished the last finger of his drink with a quick swallow. He had no idea if Q was hinting that they needed to keep up their pretense due to the open window, or if he really was just cold. Either way, Bond wasn’t a man to deny himself what small pleasures he could take from this wretched life, so he slid under the covers and tugged Q on top of him until their legs were tangled and Q’s head rested on his shoulder.

But as Q dropped back into sleep, Bond stayed awake, correcting himself. Having everything he wanted, in his grasp and completely out of reach, wasn’t a small pleasure at all. It was torture.

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fake/pretend relationship for the sake of the mission AND there was only one bed. do the math!

Of Cats and Mortgages by SvengoolieCat (6,4k)

“He did my job for me, killing his master,” Bond said. “He got around his feet and tripped him down a flight of stairs. Leaving him to get blown up with the rest of them seemed a churlish way to repay him.”

The cat chirruped agreeably, and washed a paw. Despite being brought from south Ireland in a bag, the feline looked well-cared for.“

You brought me a cat. A murder cat, owned by your villain du jour.”In which Q is brought offerings of murder cats, keeps losing his pens to a certain kleptomaniacal agent, and is generally oblivious to/confused by Bond's attempts at catching his attention.

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courting by gifting a killer cat? James Bond edition

you light my way in the dark by knoxoursavior (6,5k)

Q sees things others don't, sees his every thought and feeling embodied by flowers.

- Q sees flowers around him and around people and James learns another language.

What Friends are For by thisisforyou (6,6k)

For the prompt on the kinkmeme: "Q gets a boyfriend that Bond doesn’t like for some unknown reason, and he starts to understand why when he sees things at work that give him the impression that Q’s boyfriend is abusive (physically, mentally, etc). And Bond gets possessive as hell. Then they end up together at the end."

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warning: discussion of domestic abuse. it's not really detail but better to know.

James does what he has to to make sure Q's safe. his gratitude is just a plus.

Requiem for the Deathless by nagapdragon (6,8k)

It's MI6's best kept secret, the reason why the Double-0s never seem to die. An enchanted pot of ink that ties one person's life to another, keeping one safe so long as the other survives. One person to protect, the most trusted person in a Double-0's life, and they cannot die.

James Bond doesn't know who his is, and he doesn't want to know.

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AU. bit odd but i loved it. tattoes, immortals 00s, Q's family and Bond not knowing until almost the end. it's more melancholic than angst, still it hurts lol

Sleeping With James Bond by dhampir72 (6,9k)

What it’s like to sleep with James Bond.

(Or alternatively: five reasons why James Bond is one of the worst bed partners in the history of the world and the one reason Q keeps him around anyway.)

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James Bond is a terrible bedmate, but Q doesn't see the point in stopping sleeping with him (5+1: sharing a bed, cuddling and snuggling!!!!!)

Leading Edge by Batsutousai (7,2k)

All fae-born were raised on stories of how cruel dragon-borns were, how they had no care for anyone outside themselves and their greed, that they would sell their own mother's soul to the devil before allowing themselves to be hurt. They were told that all dragon-borns were to be killed on sight, and taught spells that would do just that, if ever given the chance.

It would be just Q's luck that one of his agents was dragon-born.

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AU. I could have read 500k of this au and i'm not kidding. It's written so well and i'm all in for them, in every form.

A Season for Giving by dhampir72 (8,4k)

Q had never been the sort of person to look forward to the holidays, having spent most of his past Christmases alone. But this year was different. He had a wreath on his door and fairy lights in the window and James Bond in his bed.He also somehow found himself being auctioned off for charity at the annual MI6 holiday party.

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Christmas is stupid but James loves celebrating it even when isn't there with Q. There's an auction for charity at the annual MI6 holiday part and everything could happen! (secret relationship, established relationship, Eve is everything and everywhere)

Bitter Brew by pikachumaniac (10,2k) The first time James Bond makes Q tea, he botches it rather badly.In which James makes tea and Q does not drink it, for various reasons.

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Where Bond doesn't know how to make a decent tea and trust is the base of their love. It isn't the most comfortable road to follow but James wouldn't go back for anything in his life bc Q is at the end of it.

Handle With Care by winterhill (10,6k)

It’s not exactly a secret that Bond and Q are dating. Most people in the agency give Bond the shovel talk; everyone who doesn’t gives Q the “are you sure you know what you’re doing?” talk. Q and Bond ignore them all and have a lovely time, right up until an exploding pen explodes.

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everyone is concerned about Q and it goes okay until Q does something but him&James talk through it even if everyone never gave them a chance. hurt/comfort.

the hand i want to hold forever (is yours) by dhampir72 (16,3k)

Q noticed, of course he noticed. It was hard to ignore the daily pain and numbness that kept him from holding onto cups of tea and buttoning his shirts and typing lines of code. Of course he noticed, but he tried not to. He tried not to because it couldn't be, it just couldn't.

It couldn't be his hands.

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Medical conditions and procedures, so if it's not your thing skip it! I cried one or two tears but it full of domestic fluff and comfort and begin stubborn but having a good partner who will be there for you, doesn't matter what's going to happen.

Sigh No More by dhampir72 (20,2k)

Bond wants nothing more than for someone, just once, to be waiting for him at the airport when he returns home.

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I swear on God my heart hurt so fucking much while i was reading this, because James wants something so simple and normal that honestly idk Q pls take a blanket and protect him from the world. Slowburn, developing trust, h/c, airports and for the love of god kiss already!

Curtains by winterhill (20,3k)

Indulgent domesticity. No real plot to speak of, just Bond and Q moving in together as friends after Q is targeted and his place burnt down, and slowly progressing to being a couple.

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20k of domestic 00Q? hell yeah. from moving in together to falling in love the step is surprisingly short

Let Love In by dhampir72 (21,4k)

They're still learning that love is more of a journey and less of a destination. [A series of interconnected vignettes]. -

the finale is bittersweet at best but it's James Bond life we're talking about, so it's pretty fitting. Loved all the 15 chapters.

the queen of spades by magneticwave (21,5k)

Technically Q's name and personal details are classified and beyond the purview of field agents, but he's worked for Q branch for ten years and had gone by his actual name for eight of them. His identity is as much of a "secret" as his ineptitude at filing financial reports.

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the importance, or the rather the lack, of a name. In this case Q's.

perspicuity by dhampir72 (26,9k)

Bond and Q are trapped in a lift. Awkward, under normal circumstances, for certain.

Unbearable when Q has been poisoned and his life hangs in the balance.

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karma is a little bitch and Bond should stop feeling guilt for every single thing that happens. (first kiss and first date)

Mélomanie by dhampir72 (40,6k)

After Skyfall, Bond moves into a new flat and falls in love with the music upstairs. [With Audio] -

slowbuilt and honestly hell will freeze faster than this two will realise they are made for each other. it broke my heart a dozen of times and the music is just the best. James falls in love twice and lose everything again but not really, this time.

Ordinary Numbers by BootsnBlossoms, Kryptaria (44,1k)

More than anything, Mike Taylor wanted to be ordinary. Being a genius, he learned early in life, meant people expected too much. A career at the MI6 Help Desk seemed the perfect way to guarantee a lifetime of obscurity, until he got a very unusual tech support call.

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AU. One of the best au i have read so far. i loved every single word of this!

Mature.

Gratitude by orphan_account (499 words)

Put a pairing (or OT3) and an emotion in my ask and I’ll write you a ficlet for those concepts; I had 00Q and gratitude. Bond rescues Q when he's made use of as bait. -

shooting anxiety down is difficult but not being alone helps.

Russian Roulette by epistolic (2,1k)

There is something dangerous inside of Q.

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Q is dangerous and James wants him in his bed as bad as he wants to date him

The World We View by bankrobbery, melfice (2,7k)

"If you were a woman he would want you."

He hopes that, if he were a woman, he might have better taste.

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what happens when people assume everyone is heterosexual and nagging thoughts bring in gender issues. But, in the end, Q gets more than he hoped for so he's happy.

Out of Sight by epistolic (2,7k)

"I can't keep doing this," Q says. "I can’t shag you one week and watch you getting shot at in the next. I just can't do it."

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exactly how a fic with this summary could have been. perfect work, extra-emotional in less than 3k. stupid boys and too many feelings.

five years isn't so long by scioscribe (3,4k)

Bond says television gives him a headache, but sometimes Q finds him at it anyway, usually when Q’s been tucked away for the morning in this room of unapologetically bright computer screens. Bond’s eyes are always a little glassy and his hands are always buried knuckle-deep into one of the sofa cushions. Q kisses him to make his mouth soften, at least, and he says, “You don’t have to do that.”

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post-Skyfall but could have been post-SPECTRE and still retable. Startigìng over when James breaks down and it's forever, because even twenty years wouldn't be enough. Q makes a decision and they both learn how to live all over again.

Static Electricity by epistolic (3,5k)

The only person that Bond needs saving from is himself.

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where's the lie. [minor character(s) dead, only canonical death tho.]

A Precise Geometry by thistle_verse (4,7k)

It’s different; beyond the giving and receiving of an orgasm, it shouldn’t work, and yet he finds himself coming back again and again, folding himself into the impossibility of Q’s limbs and breathing in the ever present scent of bergamot and ozone that clings to the surprising warmth of Q’s body. It isn’t the same, but it suits him, and he craves it, this more precise geometry. - James wants Q, what they have, so much but it's difficult to understand why or how for him. but still he wants to never leave.

A Mountain That Has Been Moved by bankrobbery, melfice (5,1k)

There is something strangely threatening about the realization that he finds James Bond attractive.

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it's all about realizing you're falling for someone. Even when that someone is 007.

disambiguation of destruction by orphan_account (5,2k) It should be simple, but they’ve constructed it into something entirely impossible and Bond’s in love with his Quartermaster. -

a kiss to Sandro Botticelli and his art because it made this fic so so good.

slow hands killer by paxlux (7,2k)

Après moi, le déluge. (There is nothing gentle about Bond. There is nothing gentle about Q.)

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there's nothing gentle about them and yet maybe something is there.

Gift Giving by BC_Brynn (10,4k)

They keep looking out for each other.

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because someone has to.

A Promising Career In Espionage by DictionaryWrites (18k)

Q is a hacker, and in all truth, legality aside, he just wants to keep getting on with his work. Unfortunately, he steps too near the toes of certain players in a game he’s never had to care about before. Written for the 00Q Reverse Bang.

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AU. a bit of an odd au, mostly pre-slash, different Skyfall setting and a really really strange Bond (for a very good reason). i would have liked to read more of this universe!

[note: for whom doesn't remember, like myself, Severine is the Bond Girl in Skyfall. she dies because of Silva.]

Mister Kiss Kiss Bang Bang by sorion (31,5k)

Despite Bond making a kind of running joke out of Q’s “exploding pen” remark by requesting one at every opportunity… it was Q who mentioned it first. The reason behind it is quite simple. They both like to blow shit up. And then they realise that that's not the only thing they have in common.

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almost rated E, this two have a libido that doesn't end lol sex a part they like to make think go scaboom and it's always better when they are together to make it happen. getting together!

Smoke and Gunpowder by Mistflyer1102 (33,5k) They were an unlikely pair, and while many doubted such a relationship would work, they never did care much about what other people thought. -

no one belives they can be something but they never were predictable, right?

Lay It Down by dhampir72 (81k)

Bond and Q agreed: their relationship was nothing more than physical. Until it suddenly isn't.(Or alternatively: The one in which Q gets sick, Bond takes care of him, and the truth comes out.)

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they're idiots in love for 81k and honestly it's embarassing how Eve knew all along and Q&James are the last one to get what they are. Mandatory sick-fic with developing a relationship that was established for months.

Explicit.

Seek a Newer World by indigostohelit (2,4k)

It's a bright cold day in London, and the sun is blazing through the frozen atmosphere. It's a bright cold day in London, and the city is steel and stone and brick, sunset-deep and dusky. It's a bright cold day in London, and the pigeons dip and soar and turn through the same patch of sky, again and again.

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it's a story about stories people should listen to. Canonical Charcater Death.

Something You Needed by Provocatrixxx (2,6k)

Despite having seen Bond in various states of dress and undress while running him on missions, Q has never seen Bond dressed down for the weekend. The thick jumper that he is sporting clings beautifully over his shoulder-blades and the muscles of his upper back before tapering in at the waist to showcase his jean-clad arse. The jeans themselves are well cut and obviously expensive, denim wrapped tightly around Bond’s impressively tight arse and clinging perfectly to his upper thighs as he walks. Objectively, Q knew that Bond was in good shape, but something in the cut of the jeans changes his figure from merely magnificent to utterly mesmerising. Pure PWP. There’s a reason MI6 does not allow casual Fridays.

- self-indulgent porn where the porn is James Bond in casual clothes. Poor Q.

A Laying On of Hands by fandomfan (5,6k) James has never had a thing for hands before Q. - self-indulgent porn on Ben Whishaw's hand, because he has great hands, reading what the author wrote! James has a lil of hand and finger kink and boy if he gets of on them. quiet literally. why i read this idk but it's nicely written so????? sometimes my brain is a v weird place, yep.

Wheelhouse by recrudescence (6k)

The one where Bond really, really isn't used to sleeping with people who don't tragically die soon afterward.

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Bond has as much to learn about sharing a bed as me but at least he has Q to pratice with lol and they're in Jordan.

Crush by stereobone (6,4k)

All Bond has to do is look at his wrists and he knows—he could break Q in half.

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James ends up with a cane and he thinks he makes him look distinguish and he goes all gentleman-y on Q, because the second time around he asks only for dinner. And, more importantly, he could break Q easly or they could both break. Or they might not.

Synchronicity by stereobone (7,6k)

It goes on like that for months, and then Q realizes that James Bond is "hanging out" at his flat.

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apparently James moves in with Q and neither of them noticed this small detail.

By No Ordinary Means of Communication by laughtershock (7,9k)

Q can’t help but wonder how, exactly, his life has come to this.(The one where Bond discovers post-it notes, Q discovers how not to talk about feelings, and together, they fight crime make things far more complicated than necessary.)

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hilarious and with actual post-it in the fic! the author was just a genius in this one!

Temeraire by professorfangirl (lizeckhart) (8,8k)

"At Bond’s age anything like love was trapped and walled away, a scorpion under a glass; what he felt now was like the fire at Skyfall, filtered through icewater light. And yet it was there, it was possible: one more reckless leap, one more deadshot fall, one more defiance of loss. It was there, waiting in the way Q’s eyes lingered on him, the intelligent desire in their depths, patient, saying, 'we have almost all the time in the world'."

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Sometimes James has to remember he's not just a machine and Q likes him very much so, they just have to find a common ground. (Someone put this in a 00JAQ collection, that i presum is the james x alec x q? alec is not here, so no worries.)

A Moderate Self-Awareness by JPlash (9,5k)

Q is surprised. Q has not known him very long, and this is maybe James’ favourite thing about him: he persists in being surprised.

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Shame on James because he doesn't talk basque how do you dare. The way the author wrote about female M is v good and honestly sometimes Q needs to put a shoes in his mouth and chew until he doesn't realise what he said. James is there to stay.

[post-SPECTRE fix-it]

Fidelity by marlowe_tops (9,8k)

In which Bond develops a preference for sleeping on Q's couch rather than in his own bed, and Q is rather more warm-hearted than M when it comes to throwing him out.

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in which Bond is feeling lonley, Q as a good couch and they make sex and then love. M isn't particularly amused, even if he's not in the fic.

James Can Bake, and Other Surprises by badwolfbadwolf (10,1k) Q works too much. James tries to remedy this. By baking. And taking him on vacation. -

James Bond knows everything and he really needs to take his husband on a loooong vacation. Second honeymoon is coming!

Ashes Over Dust by Brokenpitchpipe (11,2k) “What are you doing?”

Q swallows. “Either I’m wrong and you’ll never find out, or I’m right and you’ll forgive me.” Mallory sighs, sending static in his ear. “Are you going to get yourself killed?”

“Wasn’t planning on it, but if you insist.”

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Post-NTTD so spoiler! this one is a hanahaki fic, the author had put the link on the wiki page if you want to know what you're going to read so you can decide if it isn't your cup of tea!

I loved and ached with Q all the way down the 11k because it was a split of a second in both instance. Agnst with happy ending.

Mondays by MaggieMay (14,5k)

Bond is a honey-trap, and Q has never enjoyed feeling sticky. It occurs to him more than once that shagging it out of his system might be the best medicine: he’s fairly sure Bond wouldn’t be too difficult to convince, if the man’s reputation’s to be believed. Where Bond is concerned, Q has learned quickly that rumours about him do tend to be founded in truth. -

fuck mondays and fuck Bond to! for the last quiet literally :) but no worries, the fucking is mutual and there are feelings in the middle.

Brights Lights by vala (valinorean) (14,9k)

Bond is a kickass double-oh agent who may be flirting with the new Quartermaster a little. He goes to sleep and wakes up in a different world where he is the owner of a quaint little coffee shop, and his favourite regular is a graduate student working on his thesis who is always there because of the free Wi-Fi. James may be in love with him a little. Then he goes to sleep again and he's back in MI6 working with the snarky Q, and he thinks he's going crazy because he isn't sure which is real anymore.

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James Bond ends up living two lifes and Q is in both of them. Pretty much the all fic is awsome, expecially what the could happen after the end.

What A Difference A Day Makes by Fightyourdragon (18,5k)

Q is slowly getting used to his life being unpredictable now that he works for MI6, but being stuck in a repeating day with James Bond is rather more unpredictable that he expected. Especially since Bond is stupidly attractive and unexpectedly funny and okay, possibly- just possibly- he's managed to develop a slight crush on the man. Where 'slight' is defined as 'epic.' -

RomANTIC COMEDY OH MY GOOD THIS WAS SO SO SO SO SO SO GOOD I LOVED IT SO MUCH. it did good to my mood to.

The Business of Killing by Aoidos (20,6k) Bond's past comes back to haunt him, and Q is there to pick up the pieces. -

MI6 policy on PTSD is put it under the rug until the rug is too small, then change the rug. it's a topic not very common in ff and i loved how the author wrote it. not a walk in a park but so v worth it.

Grace Period by junetangerine (culuyetille) (22,6k)

In retrospect, the whole thing was a series of extremely poor decisions on Q’s part, none of which he regretted in the slightest. Or, AU in which IT-techie!Q is chatted up by one James Bond and doesn’t have the heart to tell him that he’s also MI6.

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AU: they met when Q isn't Q yet, over tea at Tesco. It almost sounds the beginning of a rom com. bc it totally it.

The Courtship of Mr. Bond by marlowe_tops (29,6k)

In which Bond is a retired naval commander with too much house, Q is a mechanical engineer with too many sisters, and they have lengthy conversations about decorum, bonnet-ribbons and philosophy in Regency England.~

“I just thought you might go pay a visit," his mother suggested.

“Me?” Q asked, aghast. “Pay a visit?”

“He must be starved for proper gentleman company, now that he’s settled in so far from London--”

“I am far from proper gentleman company.”

“--and perhaps if you befriended him he could introduce you to some nice heiresses.”

“Heiresses?” Q repeated, baffled and horrified. “What in the world would I do with heiresses?”

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AU. generally i check the notes only to be sure there's nothing triggering/to sad in so i didn't realized it was a freaking pride and prejudice!au until the second half of the second chapter. i screamed a little, because jesus it's very very good and very very realistic. and Tanner is in it!!!!!!! they don't say, in the fic, but i'd would have loved to know what commander Bond did during the war.

Mercenary by BootsnBlossoms, Kryptaria (66k)

Five years ago, Commander James Bond of Her Majesty's Royal Navy left England in disgrace, escaping a court martial -- and what should have been a promising career in MI6 with Alec Trevelyan, his oldest friend. He becomes a mercenary, selling his military expertise to the highest bidder, though not once does he act against England or her interests.

Now, new intelligence has possibly located Bond in the United States, and Alec is tasked with the mission to bring him back to MI6. But to do so will require a very unique type of field operative -- one Bond will never suspect.

Enter Aidan Green, codename Q.

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AU. mercenary!Bond and almost agent!Q because (female) M wants Bond back? HELL YES. Alec Trevelyan is in this too and honestly he knows his shit. Different setting pre-Skyfall.

Slow Dancing In A Burning Room by feelslikefire (66,2k)

What followed was the most bizarre courtship Q had ever—well, heard of, certainly. He didn’t have much to compare it to, but Moneypenny confirmed that normal people didn’t flirt like this. Not that he was normal. Not that any of them were.Or: Q has a past, a cat, and a dangerous new boyfriend. Two of these things keep him up nights, the other pees in a box.

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Q has a past and a family who goes behind MI6 and James would like to know who he has to kill before Q gets hurt. [tattoos, Bond is a little shady but we love him anyway]

Quriosity by dr_girlfriend ( 79,9k)

COMPLETE! Bond finds himself increasingly curious about his enigmatic Quartermaster.

Excerpt:

"Your prior hotel is no longer secure, I will direct you to a new location. Your luggage has already been transferred. A field agent and medic from the Diréction Générale de la Sécurité d'État will be waiting at the side entrance. I have cleared them both personally." In contrast to his crisp dry English, Q's pronunciation of the French words was fluid and flawless, the throaty tone of the fricatives sending a surprising jolt of awareness straight to Bond's cock — all the more remarkable given his degree of blood loss.

"You're wasted on Q-branch, you have the voice for a phone-sex call-in line." The words slipped out of Bond's mouth without forethought, although he had plenty of time to think in the sudden pause that came afterward and stretched on for endless moments. Bond hadn't realized until now how Q was always there, with an immediate reply. In all their banter Q had never before been at a loss for words. Ever.

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James says something he shouldn't over the com and then he tries to make it better because he wants to know Q for real. (friends to lovers, slow burn)

there's a second instalment to this one, but i have yet to read it.

Not Rated.

listening whispers (tis the fairy lady of shalott) by clairedearing (1,3k)

Vesper Lynd dies, and then wakes up.

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00Q is mentioned here, but it's more from Vesper's POV. She wakes up from the dead and she's there with James even if he doesn't know. it's short but a very beautiful fic.

When Morning Fades (And You're Not Here) by GiveUpResistance (1,9k)

"They kicked me out of HQ about an hour ago. Something about me not leaving the building for the last thirteen days. And it's your own fault when you find I've drunk all of your good scotch.”James Bond's voicemail service seems to be untimed and unlimited, which is (debatably) fortunate for Q. After all, there's a lot that needs to be said to the dead.

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rambling confession to your voicemail bc you aren't here to listen to me.

feels like insomnia (woah) by skylights (4,1k)

Q, on the other hand, is having significantly less trouble with coming to terms as to how he currently has a slightly drunk double-oh agent standing in his flat at arse-o’-clock in the morning. Without waiting for a reply, Q starts the vacuum up again and starts to clean the patch of carpet next to Bond’s feet. The vacuum nozzle bumps against Bond’s patent leather shoes a few times and Q grunts, a clear sign that Bond should move.

Bond moves.

(or, that fic where Q has insomnia and Bond tries to be helpful)

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silly fic that doesn't go nowhere in particular but Q as 99 problems and, for once, James Bond is not one of them.

[tossawary]

I need to know more about “SVSSS - Baby Brother Liu Qingge” bc I love tiny and very deadly baby LQG

I have a 3k-ish Shang Qinghua POV that was supposed to be the introduction to this fic concept! So... ah... baby Liu Qingge does not appear in this, but you can see the setup for how an 8yo-ish Liu Qingge was supposed to be introduced. My hope is that this will someday become a "Shang Qinghua and Shen Jiu go on a mission with Baby Brother Liu Qingge" one shot.

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Shang Qinghua didn't really have the words to describe what it was like having Proud Immortal Demon Way's characters finally come into his second life.

He didn't have the words to describe a lot of his transmigration experience, honestly! His words had described a lot of this world already, haha, hadn't they? Sometimes a person just had to put up with it and keep going.

And then excuse himself later to go scream into a pillow! Many times!

At first, life was just him in a body that didn't fit and strange memories that slipped between his fingers like sand. His memories of a past life had settled eventually, the System finally came fully online, and his relationship with his second family was fully fucked forever. That was fine, though! That was fine! With some unsolicited prodding from his System, he left to go seek his fortune soon enough and he never had to talk to his character's birth parents or siblings again.

But Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky had never said much of anything about Shang Qinghua’s family or home village, besides saying that the man had dreamed of more than his mediocre origins, so everything had been unfamiliar and original and real. Getting to Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, which he had described in great detail, was a real headfuck. There were no words for the experience of recognizing things that he’d written in another life.

He saw the glistening rainbow bridge and the intimidating sect entrance and the majestic meeting hall on Qiong Ding, and he nearly screamed. He definitely squawked. His vision got really fuzzy for a minute there and he had to sit down on the ground before he fell over. What the fuck?! What the fuck?! He’d made a world! The System had really made a world out of his web-novel! He was really stuck in Proud Immortal Demon Way!

There were upsides and downsides to joining Cang Qiong Mountain Sect. Downsides included: the hard training, the harder workload, the dangerous missions, the disrespect towards An Ding Peak, and being surrounded by arrogant and foolish teenagers looking to look down on someone. It was really something else to look some of them in the eye and think, "Bro, I don’t know your name, but you kind of owe your existence to me. Could you stop being such a fucking asshole about leaving your chores for me to do?! Respect your father!"

Upsides included: actually becoming a cultivator (pretty cool, even though the work of cultivation sucked more often than not), better living accommodations and food, and actually getting to see some of the cooler places, plants, monsters, and magic that were a part of his world. Sure, carting a monster corpse brought in by Bai Zhan Peak to Xi Jiao Peak for butchering was smelly and heavy and altogether miserable, but seeing an impossible animal was still kind of incredible. If this unwilling Shang Qinghua could stop being pushed around and stepped on long enough to appreciate the upsides, he’d really appreciate it!

It was interesting and infuriating to log the differences between what he’d imagined, what he’d written, and what the System had created. What sort of author described every single object in every single room? Who had time for that? Who wanted to read that? The System had filled in all the living details of An Ding Peak - the Leisure Houses, the training grounds, the storehouses, the warehouses, the kitchens, the lesson halls, the leisure gardens, the farming fields, the livestock fields, the stables, the cart lot, the water supply, the sewage systems, and so on - so that people could actually live here. Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky as an author had done many things worthy of complaint and criticism, but wasting his readers’ time with sewage systems was not one of them!

The System had also filled in all the little details and decorations - the paintings on the walls of sect history, the detailing on the rooftops supposedly offering protections from dream demons, the chipped and faded paint of old storehouses that disciples would be tasked with replacing, the statues in the fields to scare off scavengers, the carvings on the doors meant to reduce resentful energy, the childish etchings of bored students the surface of the lesson hall desks, the old bench where the An Ding Peak Lord liked to sit and eat flatcakes - so that it really seemed like people had built this place and maintained it and added to it for generations.

Shang Qinghua had his quibbles here and there. Sometimes the System had made choices that he objected to! He would have done it differently if it had asked him, the author, to contribute. He really felt as though the System should have asked him to clarify the plot holes and the gaps in detail, instead of choosing precedence randomly or building off random implications taken way too literally.

Sometimes he found out that the System had built things out of throwaway lines that Shang Qinghua himself had completely forgotten about. It turned out that Ku Xing Peak made a lot of purification tools and containment vessels because Airplane had offhandedly mentioned that this was their specialty, and now Shang Qinghua had to cart around delicate ceramics to be sold to city merchants or other cultivation sects. He never would have dared to write that if he’d known that it would one day in another life be his job to do things like take inventory and chase down signatures for successful deliveries.

Places, items, and creatures were one thing, but logging the differences between the people he met and the characters he’d created was something else. At first it was okay, because he was surrounded by nameless An Ding Peak nobodies - his fellow disciples, their teachers, the hardworking managers and merchants, even the peak lord - none of them had ever mattered in Proud Immortal Demon Way. If Airplane had been the one to name any of them, he didn’t recognize the names or remember them.

Then he met Yue Qingyuan.

Wow, it was a worse headfuck than first arriving at Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, when Shang Qinghua finally realized that this was the young version of one of his actual characters. It took him a minute. As a lowly outer disciple, Shang Qinghua hadn’t received “Qinghua” as a name yet (his name was Houhua, not that anyone ever used it) and the future Yue Qingyuan was still called Yue Qi.

Shang Qinghua was fourteen at the time. Yue Qingyuan must have been around the same age, so he didn’t strike the tall and handsome figure of the sect leader Airplane had described. The boy was broad, but actually a little short. He had freckles. He had acne.

But he also had a warm smile that seemed to go all the way to his eyes when he offered to give Shang Qinghua directions to the right office on Qiong Ding. He had a steady hand when he helped Shang Qinghua up, after the An Ding disciple had suddenly tripped over nothing upon being introduced. Yue Qingyuan - Yue Qi - walked him to the right office and did his best to make small talk, friendly and kind even though Shang Qinghua was having difficulty stringing more than a few words together in his shock.

Even then, it was obvious that the boy was developing the calm surety and the social charm that would make him a greatly admired sect leader someday! It was all Shang Qinghua could do not to blurt out: “Holy shit, you’re REAL?!” Which would be closely followed by: “Hey, is Shen Qingqiu really real too?!” And then maybe closely followed by: “FUCK!!!”

As the years went by, Shang Qinghua met more of Proud Immortal Demon Way’s characters, and it was weird every time. None of them were exactly like he was expecting. He kept expecting… well… he kept expecting them to look like the fanart, like flawless character models, more or less. Instead, he kept getting… people.

Wei Qingwei, head disciple of the sword-focused Wan Jian Peak, was also shorter than he was expecting, kind of stout, with a wide face and a wider smile. Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky had apparently had the man crack a few jokes upon his rare appearances in the web-novel, usually during tense situations, as he was reminded by the System upon thinking to himself: “Why is this guy LIKE THIS?!” So, because of just a few lines, the real Wei Qingwei had a relentless sense of humor and loved telling jokes.

Upon their first meeting, when Shang Qinghua was fifteen and had been sent over to help renovate some Wan Jian dormitories, fifteen-year-old Wei Qingwei had pretended to fumble a sword and, using a packet of dye and a sleight of hand, made it look like he’d accidentally cut off his own hand at the wrist. Of course Shang Qinghua had screamed and panicked! Anyone would panic! But Wei Qingwei had laughed at him and said, “Got you! Shang-Shidi, the sword wasn’t even unsheathed!” Asshole!

Qi Qingqi, the head disciple of Xian Shu Peak, was much taller than he was expecting. Apparently Airplane had once described a group of some of the peak lords by saying something like: “Each one of them was like a giant to young Luo Binghe.” That group had included Qi Qingqi. The System apparently had taken that to mean that Qi Qingqi was of a height with the likes of Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu. Shang Qinghua discovered this adaptational choice when he was almost sixteen, when this giraffe-like girl came to An Ding Peak to complain about an order someone along the pipeline had dropped completely, and he accidentally found himself (still waiting on a really good growth spurt) eye-level with Qi Qingqi’s chest.

Airplane had apparently once said in Proud Immortal Demon Way that Qian Cao Peak Lord Mu Qingfang appeared a little older than his colleagues, by which he’d probably meant that the man was just tired or something, but this head disciple Mu Qingfang appeared to have ten years on all the other head disciples. Which was good! Shang Qinghua approved of their future head healer not being a teenager and having more training!

On the bad side of things, Airplane had also once said in Proud Immortal Demon Way that the Zui Xian Peak Lord Zhang Qingyan liked his drink too much. This was the peak specializing in alcohol, so it had seemed to make sense! It was supposed to be funny, if anything! Well, at sixteen, Shang Qinghua found out that the System had focused too much on the “too much” part of that statement and now the head disciple of Zui Xian Peak was pretty clearly a budding alcoholic. (Sometimes a cultivator’s constitution and ability to “cure” themselves just… made a person drink more. A lot more.) Which was… not good.

At seventeen, Shang Qinghua met Mobei-Jun.

He didn’t know where to get started with Mobei-Jun.

Somehow he’d… forgotten that Mobei-Jun had been originally based on Airplane’s idea of “the perfect man” and not the super pretty, muscular but slim-waisted protagonist type? The real Mobei-Jun was… tall… and big… and thick. Mobei-Jun’s intimidating features were… more striking than pretty. The first time Shang Qinghua had come back to his Leisure House and found this spoiled brat of an ice demon napping shirtless on his bed, and gotten an eyeful of all that heavy muscle and chest hair, he’d nearly knocked himself out on the doorframe trying to turn away before he had a heart attack.

Mobei-Jun really was going to be the death of him, holy shit.

Especially because this ice demon really was a spoiled brat! Airplane had described this character as being arrogant and apathetic, so now Shang Qinghua had to deal with a Mobei-Jun who took long baths and then carelessly dripped water all over the floor and all over fresh sheets! Who ate all of Shang Qinghua’s cooking and ungratefully only demanded more food, sprawled over furniture not really fit for someone of his size, and then watched Shang Qinghua like a fat tiger! Ahhh, this demon really was lucky he was handsome!

Mobei-Jun was also kind of violent, and mean, which was… well, it sucked.

Back to the sect that Shang Qinghua was now actively betraying, however, as far as he could see, there was still one future peak lord missing.

It wasn’t Shen Qingqiu, who Shang Qinghua had thought would be the last one to show up. Shen Qingqiu had shown up and had been advancing through the ranks of Qing Jing Peak before Shang Qinghua had even met Mobei-Jun, which meant that Yue Qingyuan had finally stopped looking like someone had torn out his soul. (Shang Qinghua had been forced to grit his teeth every time that someone mentioned how privileged that Yue Qingyuan was to have been granted that year of secluded cultivation in the Lingxi Caves at such a young age.)

No, of all the peak lords, it was Liu Qingge who Shang Qinghua had yet to meet.

After meeting Mobei-Jun and becoming an inner disciple, the System had given Shang Qinghua three years to make it to head disciple, probably because the deadline for a new generation of peak lords to ascend was fast approaching. He was working hard to achieve that! Not only did he have to sabotage the current favorite, but he had to make sure all his own training, missions, work, and research were as close to flawless as he could get it! All while keeping an intruding ice demon happy! He wasn’t totally sure that he was going to make it at this rate, even though he’d been here for years.

So it was a little concerning that Liu Qingge hadn't shown up yet. There was so much left to do. A world-state that had yet to be established. Liu Qingge had work to do here!

Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu still had to develop a hatred for each other as disciples that would extend to everyone believing that Shen Qingqiu had murdered Liu Qingge as peak lords, after all. Granted, all Liu Qingge really had to do was beat everyone else on Bai Zhan Peak up to obtain the position, and it wasn’t exactly hard to get Shen Qingqiu to develop a lifelong grudge, but the guy was still cutting it pretty close.

It was possible that Liu Qingge was already on Bai Zhan Peak and making good progress, but that he was just so solitary and focused on searching out the next big battle that Shang Qinghua had just never had the opportunity to meet him. Shang Qinghua did his best to avoid Bai Zhan Peak most of the time, honestly! He was curious about where Liu Qingge was, about what the man looked like, but he didn’t let himself sweat at not seeing the future war god, when he already had so many things to sweat about. The System had taken care of bringing in everyone else, so Shang Qinghua was sure that Liu Qingge would follow sooner or later.

Shang Qinghua’s first sign that something was wrong was that, on the day that Liu Qingge finally announced his existence by beating up everyone on Bai Zhan Peak, everyone was saying things like, “I can’t believe some kid managed to topple all of Bai Zhan like that!”

He… may or may not have ignored this sign.

To be fair to this poor writer-turned-disciple, though, he’d been up all night finishing some paperwork catastrophe the An Ding Peak Lord had thrown at him to fix, as some kind of “test” of his logistics skills. Upon hearing the latest gossip, Shang Qinghua thought, “Oh, finally?” And then his overtired brain collapsed from the effort of thinking two words together in a sentence, and all he could manage from there was to feel the intense need to go to bed at a maximum, static-y volume. No words. No more thinky thoughts. Just the need for speedy sleep.

He stumbled through the rest of his day and then passed out for 18 hours straight. In hindsight, this would have been the time when the gossip was at its hottest. He missed all of it.

When he woke up, everyone was still dealing with the aftermath of what had happened on Bai Zhan Peak, but the conversation had shifted more towards replacing Qian Cao Peak’s depleted supplies and the repairs to Bai Zhan’s training grounds. Liu Qingge was the name on everyone’s lips, still, but everyone knew the basic information now. Now, everyone was just exclaiming over and over again how unbelievably young (and pretty) he was to have bested every other disciple on the sect battle-focused peak. This didn't seem too strange.

The System probably would have based the War God's appearance on his sister, Liu Mingyan, a strong contender for the most beautiful woman in all of Proud Immortal Demon Way. Liu Qingge apparently being a very pretty boy fell neatly into line with all the other character design surprises that Shang Qinghua had gotten smacked with so far.

If Airplane had known that he'd be transmigrating into his novel, maybe there would have been even more handsome men! And everyone would have lived happily ever after and nothing bad would have happened ever, probably, but also there might be more sexy guys too.

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TBC

[jinkicake]

Heeeyyyyyy! I was the one who asked for the cat passing comfort with Seijoh Karasuno and Kamomedai pls!

Hi~~~ Pls let me know if you want me to try and write more for any of these (like Karasuno's isn't as long as the others bc I found it so hard to write)!!! Sigh, I've never cried while writing something before but,, I did sob while writing these LMFAO so they might be bad and poorly edited,,, senior pet owner tingz :PPPP Anyway~ (also it was my first time writing with Kamomedai so... I hope they are in character...)

WC- 3k

Kamomedai

“(Y/N), I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.” Hirugami quietly starts, slowly opening the classroom door in a calming manner. “I heard everything,” The middle blocker nearly cringes but ultimately contains his composure, how the hell is he supposed to lighten the situation. “I’m really sorry. Are you okay?”

One look into your tearful expression and frazzled state tells Hirugami everything, of course, you’re not okay.

“It’s alright, Hirugami, really.” You offer him a wobbly smile, one that does you more harm than good as a sob crawls its way up your throat. Quickly, you try to wipe a tear off of your cheek before swallowing tightly and trying again. “You should get to practice.”

Hirugami wants to desperately run his hand through his hair and express his frustrations but, he remains calm for you and for the situation. Why can’t you just express your feelings with him?

“Hirugami! (Y/N)! We have practice, let’s go!” Hoshiumi’s voice rings throughout the classroom, abruptly stopping when he notices your tearful expression. “Oh no. Hirugami how could you reject (Y/N)!” Hoshiumi complains, groaning out loud, at the confession scene and his friend’s lack of taste.

“It’s not that, that’s not what’s happening here.” Hirugami tries to explain, gesturing generously with his hands in order to keep his ace at bay.

“I’m just dealing with something personal.” You quietly whisper and finally gather your things off of your desk.

“(Y/N),” Hirugami attempts to stop you, placing his arm out in front of you so that you can’t get past the door.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You nearly choke, your flustered state getting the best of you. You feel like you might melt to the floor any second now, you’re so overwhelmed and your teammates are not making it any easier. “Please let me go to practice.”

Hirugami hesitantly lifts his arm up, watching you as you flee from the classroom and out into the hallway. It’s so silent and tense in the room, he all but sighs.

“I got it mixed up, didn’t I?” Hoshiumi asks, lightly scratching his head as he closes his eyes in thought. “(Y/N) rejected you, didn’t they?”

“No, it was not a confession scene.” Hirugami clarifies as he grabs his bag and walks out into the hallway, after you.

“What was it then?” Hoshiumi can’t help but get nosy, he’s curious and might explode if he doesn’t find out what exactly happened.

“I don’t really think it is my place to tell you. I’m not even supposed to know.” This time, Hirugami sighs loudly and his eyebrows furrow in worry. He’s not even sure why he is so distraught over this, if it’s because of you or the situation you’re in. “Apparently, their cat has to be put down.” His voice is so quiet, it’s almost a whisper. Not even Hoshiumi has anything to say right away.

“That’s really upsetting, (Y/N) always talks about that old hag.” Hoshiumi somberly stares ahead of him, his worry growing just as quickly as his teammates. “They don’t want to talk about it?”

“I guess not.” Hirugami frowns and stubbornly acknowledges your will.

“Then we just have to be there for them! Give (Y/N) support like they give us!” Hoshiumi lightly taps his cheeks, bracing his game face. “Subtly show support while acting as normal as possible.”

Hirugami wants to sigh, that’s easier said than done.

“Come on, let’s go out to eat!” Hoshiumi announces as he steps in front of your path the minute practice is over, he crosses his arms over his chest to ensure that you don’t get away from him.

“I’m not really in the mood,” You sigh and shift the strap of your bag higher up on your shoulder. “you and Hirugami go.”

“(Y/N), we need you to babysit,” Suwa calls from the supply closet, busying himself with a mindless task. As a second-year it was only natural for Suwa to put you in charge of the other second years, specifically the most animated ones.

“I’m tired!"

“If those two get in trouble then it’s on you,”

“Fine, fine. Where are we going?” You bitterly blink back tears of frustration that have welled up in your eyes and try to remain calm, in reality, all you want to do is go home and sleep. The mere thought of your warm bed waiting for you is enough to have you sniffling in irritation. At your question, Hoshiumi gives you a supportive pat on the back as his head tilts up in thought.

“Let’s just go to a convenience store!”

“And have a picnic?” You ask sarcastically but Hoshiumi’s eyes light up, the idea clearly resonates with him.

“Yes! Let’s go! Let’s go!” The shorter second year grabs his close friend by the arm and pulls the three of you close together. “Hirugami, let’s go!”

The walk to the convenience store isn’t long, if anything, Hoshiumi fills up the silence with endless chatter. Rants rest on his lips as he recalls events from earlier in the day, he’s all too consumed with his words to even notice you and Hirugami trailing a few paces behind him.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Hirugami asks lowly, dipping his head to ensure that you can hear him. “Talk to me, (Y/N).”

“I’m fine,” You quietly murmur back, biting down on your tongue and hoping that if you say the lie enough that you’ll start to believe it.

“I know that you aren’t,” Hirugami continues to push, his head tilts back as he stares up at the night sky and not at the frustrated look on your face.

“What do you want me to say, Hirugami?” You finally snap, your anger boiling beneath the surface, your voice is loud enough that it even catches Hoshiumi’s attention.

“What?”

“I have to lose someone special to me, important to me? That I’ll never see again? Do you really think that I am okay? What kind of stupid question is that?!” You spit, voice raising in octaves as your nerve ends begin to fry.

“(Y/N),” Hoshiumi tries to gently rest his hand over yours but you snap your wrist away before he gets the chance.

“No, I am not okay, Hirugami. Stop pushing me about it.” Your water eyes do nothing to help your case and you bitterly try to push them away with the heel of your palm.

“Don’t forget that we are here for you!” Hoshiumi declares, his voice holding that same serious tone that you only hear during matches. “Just tell us. We want to be here for you.”

His words only make your defenses crack even further and when Hirugami opens his arms, you just about lose it. When one of your closest friends offers a hug, who are you to deny it? Even Hirugami hums in thought.

“We’ll always be with you, (Y/N). Don’t go quiet on us.”

Karasuno

“(Y/N),” Sugawara quietly gasps as he enters the gym early one morning. The last thing the setter expected to see was you, bawling your eyes out, just as the sun was beginning to rise. “what’s wrong?”

You push your tears away with your palms before finally looking up to meet your friend’s worried gaze, his doe eyes only making you feel more anxious.

“Nothing, I mean,” You suck in a harsh breath and try to keep the tears at bay, but to no avail. “my cat has to be put down.”

Sugawara can only watch with an aching heart as you curl in on yourself, bringing your knees to your chest as you sob into your hands.

“Sorry, I was trying to stay calm but I just found out and,” You’re unable to speak as another sob wracks your body, Sugawara is by your side before you can even blink. He gently places one of his hands on your band, softly rubbing circles into your skin while trying to calm you down. “I think I am just going to skip practice.”

“No one would blame you,” Your friend gently coos, momentarily making eye contact with a first-year who had just entered the gym. Tsukishima, followed by Yamaguchi, only makes a face at the scene before him as he enters the locker room. Yamaguchi offers the two of you a sympathetic smile and then follows his friend. “people are starting to enter the gym, do you want to leave?”

All you can do is nod.

“Is there anything I can do to help? Or the rest of the team, any of us can help.” Sugawara gently leads you to your shared classroom, offering you tissues from his bag as he does so. “Daichi and Asahi will do anything for you, you know this.” The playfulness in his words makes you softly smile.

“I’ll let you know if I can think of anything.” You reassure him and Sugawara grabs his hand in yours before offering a heartfelt squeeze.

“Can I tell them what’s going on, the team?” Sugawara is surprised by your tight nod and your verbal acceptance.

“I think, if I’m going to be absent from practice the next couple of days then it’s only fair.”

“Hmm, alright,”

The next you saw of any of your team members was until later in the day. Much to your surprise, you were practically tackled by a short first year as he desperately clung to your arm as a supportive gesture.

“(Y/N)! I hear what happened, I’m so sorry,” Hinata pouts, his hair visibly deflating under his sympathy. “I love your cat! You always take the best pictures of them!”

“Oh, thanks, Hinata.” Your smile turns wobbly as you face the first year and you glance up at the ceiling to try and hold back any tears.

“Do you want me to go with you to the vet? Or we can hang out after school to get your mind off of it?”

“Hinata, I really appreciate it, but aren’t you only procrastinate to find a way to get out of doing your homework.” You tease him and gently flick his forehead, to which the younger player’s nose scrunches up in denial.

“No, of course not! Tsukishima is going to help me study!” Hinata almost screeches, desperate to get you to believe him.

“Is he really?” Your disbelief must be apparent on your face, judging by the dejected sigh from Hinata you must’ve caught him right in the lie.

“No."

The rest of the day followed as normal, it was as if nothing had changed but you still had that impending feeling of dread clouded over you.

Well, your day wasn’t completely normal. Even your shyer first years had come up to speak with you, Kageyama and Tsukishima had even gone as far as to mutter their condolences without so much of a hint of sarcasm.

It seemed as if you were still surrounded by the same level of chaos that you were already accustomed to. Except, Nishinoya and Tanaka’s screams in your ear were much quieter than normal.

Your entire team knew something was going on and were all going to support you through it.

Seijoh

“(Y/N)?” Kindaichi gently calls out your name, poking his head around the corner when he hears your quiet sobs. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He timidly tries to reach out to you but is too unafraid to say the wrong thing or do the wrong thing to upset you even more.

Kindaichi has no idea of what to do when someone is crying.

“Obviously not.” Kunimi sneers and judgmentally glares at his friend, his overall face softens when he looks back at you. “(Y/N)?”

“I heard my poor manager’s sobs from a mile away! Baby, what’s wrong?” Oikawa pushes past his underclassmen dramatically, skillfully dodging a hit from Iwaizumi when the pet name leaves his lips. The setter sits right next to you on the bench and wraps his arms around your shoulders before pulling you into his chest, the warmth of his chest melts all of your resistance away and you can’t help but sob into his chest.

It’s a few minutes before you can pull yourself together, to even form a coherent sentence.

Iwaizumi sits on the other side of you and gently rubs your back while the two first years had run to find their other upperclassmen.

“My cat,” You start out, trying your best to swallow the sob in your throat. Even as tears well up in your eyes you try to push through it, just to get it out. “she has to be put down.” Although your voice is soft and just barely above a whisper, it still echos in the empty hallway.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N).” Iwaizumi speaks up and nearly flicks off Oikawa when he notices his captain tearing up. “You know we’re always here for you whenever you need it.”

“Always, always!” Oikawa sobs, finally breaking as he wraps his arms around you even tighter. He practically squeezes the life out of you and refuses to let you go.

And as much as Iwaizumi loves to tease Oikawa for being so sensitive, as the cancer he is, he can’t help but appreciate the sympathy he is able to deliver.

“We’ll be there any day that you need it.”

Iwaizumi and Oikawa are, they follow through with their words, and even rope in Matsukawa and Hanamaki. The other third years don’t even have to be asked when the situation is explained to them, they’re there before Oikawa can even notice it.

“Be graceful.” Oikawa lowly warns with a brightly fake smile, narrowing his eyes at his friends. “We have to be helpful to our manager.”

“Obviously, dumbass.” Iwaizumi spits out and pushes past him to ring your doorbell, patiently waiting for you to answer your door.

“Iwaizumi?” You furrow your brows as you open the door wide enough for just your face to be seen, the wider it grows the more people come into your view. “What are you all doing here?”

“Moral support!” Oikawa pouts as he offers you a hug, one that you gratefully accept. Matsukawa places his hand on Oikawa’s shoulders and leans in just enough for the setter to hear what he has to say.

“Real graceful.” After he pats his shoulder, Matsukawa enters your house with his other friends trailing behind him.

“Do you want something to eat?” Hanamaki offers as he quickly finds himself in your kitchen. “You’ve eaten lately, right?”

“Umm, sorta?” You have to drag Oikawa further into your home and blink away the fresh tears pooling in your eyes once you notice just how quiet it is. “it’s fine.”

“Here, here, they’ll make you something~” Oikawa coos and pushes you onto your couch before sitting down right beside you. Hanamaki has to bite back the insult that is simmering on his tongue.

“As much as I hate to admit it, he’s the best at comfort.” Iwaizumi whispers quietly, trying to keep his glare in front of him and not on his best friend. “Let him do his thing.”

“His thing? You mean sympathy?” Matsukawa nearly rolls his eyes and goes down to sit beside you on the couch.

“I’m sure she loved you very very much, (Y/N)! You always had so many stories about her and so much history together!” Oikawa tries to reassure you and places his hands over the tops of your own. “You can tell me more stories, oh, or let’s name a holiday after her!”

“So good at comfort.” Hanamaki coughs and ducks the moment Iwaizumi swings at him, almost fighting back with the spoon in his hand.

“(Y/N), it was her time and that’s okay, you know that right?” Matsukawa asks you, staring intently at the side of your face as you numbly stare ahead. All you can muster is a weak nod as you feel your throat tighten up and tears stubbornly pinching at the corner of your eyes. “She loved you very much and will be okay, she’s doing better now.”

“I understand, Matsukawa.” You shakily whisper and are unable to swallow the sob in your throat. “It’s just hard without her.”

“I know, (Y/N).”

Oikawa whimpers quietly beside you and pulls you into his chest as he tries to hide his teary expression from your view.

“We will make a beautiful garden for her! Or, or name a street after her!” The captain can’t stop himself from trying to help come up with a comforting memorial, something to help you grieve.

“Whatever it is that you pick (Y/N),” Iwaizumi finally comes into view and pushes an ice cream sandwich to you as an offer. “we’ll be here to help support you. Forever how long you need.”

“Always, (Y/N)!” Hanamaki yells from your kitchen as Matsukawa gently tugs on your sweater.

“For now,” Iwaizumi pauses before taking a seat on your floor. “why don’t you tell us some of your favorite memories while Hanamaki finishes cooking what he thinks to be your favorite dish.”

“It is their favorite! They told me themselves!” Hanamaki retorts back, defending himself as Matsukawa lifts his hand in a gesture meaning he can vouch.

“Or tell us funny stories about her.” Oikawa sniffles, smoothly wiping the tear off of his cheek. “Or we can watch your favorite tv show? Or we can go get your favorite snacks like a little trip down to the convenience store?”

“Whatever it is, (Y/N), we’ll do it.” Iwaizumi tells you firmly, looking you deep enough in the eye for you to know that he means every word of it.

@kiwibirdmother

[dylanxmin]

covered in you ∣ J.JK

while your boyfriend having a casual play date with his mates, you decided to go horny.

pairing; jeon jungkook x reader 

genre; smut, porn without plot(bc why not)

rating; m

warnings; teasing, slapping(face;), curse words, biting, light dom/sub tones, dom!jk, sub!reader, handjob, oral(m), cum eating, choking(on dick), drooling, sloppy blowjob, face fucking(:), exhibitionism?, and sorry unedited:(,, 

word count; 3k+

a/n; well, yeah.. im little bit turned on by jungkook and basically throwing my eagerness on here. i have no idea about games but here 7 pages long filth for you, lol. i need to make a whole masterlist for sudden!jk thirst bc i always end up writing sloppy smut out of nowhere lol. so hope y’all gonna love this, and feedbacks always, always appreciated. love y’all ♡

It was silent, beside the rhythmed ticks of the clock, hanging lightly on the wall. An annoying reminder for you how many minutes had passed alone on the couch, staring at the screen that vibrates low voices, loud as humming, but enough to tingle behind your head. Warm brown couch almost captured your body as you were sitting on the same spot for more than two hours now. Figures of the body almost printed flawlessly on the wide cushion. Finger tapping at your chin simultaneously with every beat of the clock. You sit there, completely still, annoyed, and highly bored. Weather is now gleaming dark, lightened by the skinny street light. It was different from the moment you placed yourself on the couch. With that, a groan left your throat, how much time had passed got your dander up as you eyed the black door. Tongue licking the base of your lip, curling it between your teeth to nib. Soft sigh left your nostrils when you decided to wait no more. Now, it was time to put up a show. 

Of course it wasn’t just because you were annoyed, bored or equally got horny out of nowhere. Well, there is always a little chance of it but there is no need to discuss it. 

‘‘No, hyung NO!’’ respectfully discombobulated grunt find you when the hand grabbed the knob of the door. Voice flushing a biten smile at your face, grunt continued, equal a wail. ‘‘Not there of course. ‘M at top. Yeah, yeah, c’mere. I’m waitin’ ’’ cute, desperate whines hurries you further to crush the door right away but with a shaky breath, you let the brisk rousing slip away and turn the knob as humanly as you can. Furious tappings, thin sounds rising, mixing with the boy’s grunts as breaking the silence. 

You taken aback. 

For a full three minutes you stayed still only to watch, observe the familiar movements of the boy, back muscles excrescently visible under the black tee. And yeah, you stared at them in awe. Freakingly heart stopping act of him that he does unintentionally. Though, it did not stop you from having dark, soaked panties. Shaking the head right to the left to gather the senses back nearly helped you as you closed the door. Not forcing yourself to be quiet as under the headphones you knew he won’t hear a thing, still without knowing why, you tiptoed to get him. Biting the beaming smile, you knelt beside his ridiculously priced game chair. Too oblivious to the action going on right beside him, the dark haired boy grunts once again. Adding another drip to your stomach to gather your arousal as he kicked the table lightly, but it was enough for you. Aggressive enough to hitch your breath. 

‘‘I swear to-GOD TAEHYUNG STOP TROLLING THE GAME FOR FUCK SAKE!’’ 

A sharp greed stirring to your spin when the thick vein throbbed visibly on his neck, and stayed there for the good usage of your cravings. Guess seeing your boyfriend furious over a game is a turn on now. You refuse to be the only one who feels that. There must be more freaks like you. Because it was hot. Staying still as you knelt beside him, just a little bit behind of his chair, it was getting hard not to act obviously. As every passing minute increased the charming desperation, you tried to pressure it back with a brush of your legs. Not much, but it worked enough until the inhuman growl decided to leave his throat. Fuck, what was that again. It sounded beautiful, impelling. As you fucking whimpered loud enough for your ears. Nipples brushing the fabric, as they freed from the tight grip of your bra after the first moment you had that nailing urge. They almost irked back, burning hot behind your tee. And the highly focused boy startled with the touch of your fingers touching timidly at his arm. 

‘‘Huh,’’ soft breath mixing under the air, he opened his mouth once, closed, and opened once again but couldn’t utter a voice as focus gathered on the monitor. As angry voice reached you by the headphones, you understood why he couldn’t focus on you. ‘I said boss you fucker-JK what the hell are you doing?’ If you kneeling beside him, darting your eyes on him isn’t enough for him to focus on you, then you would gladly do more. Jimin could suck his own dick as he just ruined the moment you were about to play. Thrill spilling inside, you licked your lips. It sounded like a challenge. 

And you accepted. 

You giggled at yourself after passing over by his legs to curl into the space left behind his legs. Rather than expected, below the desk wasn’t that suffocating as you thought. Lighted fairly, air semi-fresh, you could hang in here. Well, hornyness weighed more than a good space to stay. It caused no harm, too. 

When you looked up after the restless shift of your boyfriend, you witnessed the firm head shake. Even though you love to play the oblivious, you knew what it meant. It was ‘no’, a severe one. 

Yet, it was a little too late for that. 

You already take this as a challenge and you had no intention to stop now. And by tearing his eyes away from you to land it on the monitor did not help you. Only increased the silly jealousy as you leaned a bit to lift his tee. Tail of the black fabric welcomed the fingers who’s about to pat the tanned skin, light as much, soft as much as they could. Right after fingertips meeting with his muscled stomach, they tighten, scoff blurting out of him as a reflex. Too bad that he can’t do anything about making you stop, as that would mean they could and probably would lose the game and they all will blame him. And Jungkook, never, ever lost a game. Or caused a lost. Also too bad for him as you knew him too deep. 

‘JK come to the mid.’ as the request didn’t get the expected return, the same voice echoed once again. Angry this time. ‘Kook you on?’

It took a minute for him to heal himself from the teasing touch you gifted. Darkness lightened by the blue, pink, and shade of the soft yellow, falls onto his face. His façade edged even more with the shades contouring his features, he looked god ish. Knot appeared between his brows after feeling the nails digging, tracing a track down until they reached to his crotch. Dick stayed half hard. Giggling you eyed him, caring his stomach until his muscles eased back. Contrary to the curses you heard through his headphone, you leaned till the tip of your nose brushed his velvety skin on the stomach. Choked breath coming out of him as you started to put soft, caring kisses all the way above the head of his sport short. From left to right, you kissed, wetted with each lick you gave as he tightened his muscles on the thighs. 

‘‘F-fuck,’’ he hushed out, too afraid to be heared by his friends because how the hell he could explain this. Exactly, he couldn’t. Murmuring satisfiedly, tongue trailed all the way up, stopped licking when you reached below the belly-button of him. Rather choose to circle your tongue around it, carefully slow. As no one needed to rush anything. 

‘You yelled at me but who is trolling NOW JUNGKOOK!’ 

You had to cover your mouth to prevent your laugh from going out. It was semi funny and semi exciting as the idea of your friends understanding what you were doing and how much you were affecting him. It was harmless to fantasies, but you had no idea how you would feel if it turned real. Still, it was rousing. 

‘‘FUCK. O-okay, okay.’’ the captured boy hissed out, fighting with the urge to kick you aside. Both because he didn’t know how you would react, and also, it was feeling good. Your fingers, tongue, lips felt amazing. Warm against his skin. So he didn't intend to lose it so quickly. ‘‘ ‘M just a bit confused. M okay, let’s get it.’’ 

Yeah, let’s get it. 

Fingers digging in theirs and yours one of the favorite spots of him after his doe looking eyes, and easily scrunched nose. His thighs. Thick, built, smooth thighs that you adored so damn much. Hiking up the cloth up, you resist the need of biting them down. Slowed circles were much better at first, and he was already tensed as one of his knees smacked high only to meet with the hardwood. It’s play time so you could take as much as time you want. Plus, he was kinda tied down by the chair so you could use this for the good usage. 

‘‘Ah. Nuh, no, not him hyung. FUCK!’’ Jungkook’s guttural cry left his lungs as the soft circles left their place to wet kisses, and then a harsh bite right on his inner thigh. Hard enough to leave a mark, but light, too, as the mark almost disappeared right away. Sloppy, wet licks tried to heal the bruise immediately, as you worked on him. His moans hit the very needy spot, made you clench around nothing to drip even more. Poor core pulsed, pulsed, pulsed until you couldn’t take more and spilled out a weak mewl. It reflected all the desperation you had, and the gamer couldn’t control his mouth before spitting a brutal slut right at your direction. Nails digging deeper on his thighs, you like the way how that word rolled out from his plushed lips. Attacking right into your spine. Yes, yes, yes, yes, was all you could think. You were a slut, indeed. But, of course, his teammates had no idea about what was going on here, as an offended shriek filled the room right after what Jungkook said. 

‘DID YOU JUST CALLED ME A SLUT?’ you could recognize Jimin’s extra thickened voice, and you giggled while putting now less soft kisses all over his thigh. ‘JUNGKOOK SPEAK. NOW’ and you bite his flesh once again, right when he was about to answer the man on the line. 

‘‘N-Ahhhh! No, no.’’ his fingers curled around your hair immediately, out of conscious. He locked his gaze on you after tilting your head a little back. Expression hardened, his jaw twitched. ‘‘I was talking with the slut that almost killed me.’’ you sobbed as the wave of hunger hit you on the right spot, after his hand left you with a semi slap on your cheek. It wasn’t enough, it didn’t even blushed the skin but you choked anyway. More, more, more of that slap is all you need at the moment. You knew that for sure. 

And you will earn those by the work of your mouth, tongue, and palm. As much as help you can get to reach the euphoria you want at the heat of the moment. 

To soothe the now reddened flesh inside of his thigh, you licked once, twice and once again. Every touch of the warm, wet muscle earned another squirm by the boy who tried very hard to focus on the game. Though, it was obvious that he was failing because voices rising from the headphones gave the clue of how he sucked at keeping a clear game. No lie, you like the effect you had on him. Has him hissing with a jerk of his knee, brought claps to the back of your head. Like you just win a prize. 

It seemed a bit like that. 

‘‘No.’’ Jungkook pleaded, eyes not on you but the shake of his head was, indeed, for you. As your fingertips hooked under the waistband of his short, cold tips of your fingers startled him as he was burning, flesh blooming hot. To his dismay, you felt a little rebellious today. Ready to take the risk of getting the kick, as you shoved his short down, forcefully. His clothed parts unfolded slowly. However, the kick never landed, the only reaction was him holding his ass a bit high to help you on making him naked. Muscles straining, his shaft meets with air. Hanging above his legs, all the stimulation had him angry red. Precum glistening on the tip, ready to spill all over his thighs, on the chair. 

You gulped. ‘‘Fuck,’’ now it was your turn to curse, as his dick never failed to surprise you. While waiting hard, thick, and crimson. Mouth watering view went straight to your core to poke the arousal now begin to drip. Wetting your lips to match them with your mouth and his tip, meager grab of your palm meets with his dick. It has Jungkook cursing more, an aggressive fist dropped on the wooden desk. He thrusts once out of habit, but immediately stays still. The boy’s face blooming scarlet, it was enough for you to gather your courage to dive in. As his body was craving you without any doubt. 

‘‘Mid-ahhh!’’ 

Full fist squeezed around the base of his shaft has the gamer crying out loud. It made your breath hitch. Jungkook speechless. Loaded dire placed on your stomach, yet it wasn’t unpleasant. Rather, hair stands on the edge, chest writhe in need. It was too pleasant. Too dreamy. A gasping view. 

But you couldn’t hold back, and leaned in. Wet tongue touches the base of his head, you blow air after moistening the place good. It could have been twitched without your tight firm, rather, he moaned. Then freezed. Momentarily joy died in his stomach as he remembered his friends were on the other side of the line. Eyes shut tight, he waited for them to yell or accuse him for something unmistakably obvious. You giggled at his fear, as he opened one eye below the furrowed brows. Carefully as afraid to make a sudden move. Unlike his terror, nothing happens. The other two boys continue to play without saying anything, but Jungkook finds it suspicious. Even though he was relieved. 

Not for so long though, as now the tongue starts to circle around the head of his cock. Small whimpers held back by him but you were bolder to spill them. Feeling hot, heavy between your lips, you like to suck him so much. Maybe too much as Jungkook pushed his hips high. So you continued, now almost half of him in your mouth. It was hard for you to take him at once, as the boy had the biggest one you ever laid on eye. Thick, also. Palm isn’t enough to cover him fully, when you dared. So you take your time while his nostrils breathe heavily. Precum becomes one with the salvia around his cock, you whined happily at the taste. It was always pleasant. Always tasty. 

Nails digging in the naked skin, you bobbed your head down. Throat stretching well around his stabbing tip. But you had no mercy on yourself or shame while diving deeper. Tip of your nose almost touches his pubes, a strangled hum broke out by the throat. And it has his dick twitch deep down in your throat. Which another broken moan rises from you as he was equally horny as much as you. Fingers ached to find your pulsing clit, but you stopped yourself before even daring as this was about him. And only him. Rather than touching your pussy, you grabbed his waist. Shape of his body always turned you on, same as now. You mewled while moving after adjusting your breath. 

Jungkook bites down his lips, too afraid to make another voice, challenge his change. Instead, he grabbed tight his mouse, almost crashing it. Ball of longing crawling onto his chest, stomach, all over his body while you keep the work of your mouth, tongue so good. It was stirring, heart stopping for both of you. Every swirl of your tongue, every hollow move of your cheeks drive him closer. Little by little, he felt the nudging delight getting closer and closer. And if you could, you would come undone, too, as the whole thing was too affecting. 

‘‘Stay.’’ hand grabbing the back of your head, you freezed cock so deep in your throat. As the command was too sudden, a slap found your stretched cheek after you swallowed out of habit. 

‘‘Hnngg,’’ you protest but do not dare to move, knowing it would be fatal. For you and the poor throat. Tongue waiting below his dick, feeling the pulse of his thick vein, you stayed there. Even though you practised many times breathing from your nose while mouth full, after long minutes, it was getting slightly disturbing. Not uncomfortable but unachievable for you. Butterflies burning one by one from the fire rising by your chest, you wait one, two, three minutes more until Jungkook shifts his hips. Only to choke you even more with his cock, rough beg of a moan stealing by your lungs, you wrenched under his hold. 

Hands finding the support by his waist, you let him move his dick in your throat. Not that you had much of a choice. Muffled noises leaving your chest, his thrust was hard enough to try your gag reflex. 

Eyes getting teary, you were drooling even more every time your nose hit his stomach. Wet sounds gurgled with every pressure of his cock, tears now mixed by tears on your chin. Creating a pool on his thighs and the dark leather. But you never tried to go back, stayed there like a good girl he wanted, let him use you face for a quick fuck. It was satisfying for both of you. 

His abs clenched, unclench as a warning. He was about to cum, and it had you whine even louder. You wanted to taste him, gulp down everything he gifts you, and lick him clean. Strong, hot hunger raised with every push as you were going to eat his cum like your last meal. Because it tasted like that. Delicious, salty, and warm all around your tongue, teeth. You clenched around nothing once again and held your position as Jungkook started to cum with a heavy groan. 

‘‘Fuck, fuck, FUCK!’’ no one mattered, as he was bursting white deep down on your hot, drooling throat. Thrill clouded his mind as he moaned loud, hard, and obvious while spurting, adding a new color to your throat. 

Jungkook continued to cum, dripping thick and hot. And you swallowed every one of them, eagerly, messily. Slurping, licking him clean when he dropped by his high. When every inch of his dick gleamed glossy, and cleared from his cum, you were satisfied when taken you head back after his big grip let you. You smiled ear to ear as the tired bliss beamed his face. It never stopped being fluttering when he looked so proud of you. Heavy breaths of yours cut harshly when headphones almost vibrate with the intense scream. 

‘IF YOU DONE FUCKING GOD KNOWS WHERE OF Y/N, CAN YOU FUCKING GO BACK TO THE GAME, YOU FUCKING FUCK!’ 

Jimin’s voice had you two freeze, but after Teahyung started to laugh loud, almost wheezing, Jungkook and you joined him. But Jimin didn’t. As they were losing the game. And he was competitive as much as Jungkook. But right now, your boyfriend had something distracting. So he chuckled before landing an eye on you and smirked. 

‘‘Sorry, but I need to reward my girl.’’ he cocked a brow, hand moving to close the game. ‘‘As you all heard, she did a pretty good job. Right, baby?’’ 

Between Taehyung’s laughs and Jimin’s curses, your heart fluttered at the praise. It was all you needed, all you wanted from him. You watched him carefully while he put his headphones on the desk, corner of the lip curling high. A finger pointed at you, you wait for his word. 

‘‘Now, be a good girl, and turn your ass over here.’’ you cooed at his demand, wiggled your ass and presented him. Panties already soaked, you were needy as always. And he was feeding you good with his filthy words. ‘‘I’m gonna fuck you so good, so hard that you will afraid even to knock my door again when I’m playing.’’ 

With a harsh smack landing on your cheek, you were sure of that. ‘‘Yes, please.’’ 

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budding romance // george weasley

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a/n: um UR TOO NICE!!! thank you so much!!! I do not mind in the slightest, so I hope you like it hehe! um i also love hufflepuffs so much they are like the best house (coming from a ravenclaw) my sister is a hufflepuff and like three of my good friends are hufflepuffs so y’all are the best and i have a major soft spot for u. 

i’ve always found something about botany and plants incredibly romantic, so if this just sounds like a fanfiction for plants, you know why lol. I also made George a bit soft in this so i hope you don’t mind that either <3 n e ways, i hope you enjoy this! thanks for requesting! also sorry this took so long :( i had a bit of a hard time finding a solid idea but i think it worked out :) like, reblog, or leave any feedback if you’d like!

summary: George needs a tutor for Herbology, but has no plans on learning.

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The back of your neck was particularly warm, and you hadn’t decided if it was because of the blazing sun shining through the Herbology classroom glass ceiling, or the fact that George Weasley was staring at the back of your head.

Your delicate fingers traced the back of the Dittany plant, feeling the bumps and lines of the veins that trailed to the stem. You wrote down some observations in your worn notebook, before glancing back at the plant. You picked up a pair of garden scissors, prepared to cut the plant at the stem.

“George Weasley is looking over here,” your friend whispered to you, casting a glance over her shoulder.

“I know, he does it often,” you replied, using a pair of tweezers to pull apart the Dittany.

“Do you think he needs something?” she asked, returning back to her own plant.

“I just figured he was copying what I was doing,” you wiped a bit of moisture off of your hand and onto your apron, taking the opportunity to look over your shoulder.

George’s eyes met yours, and his face flushed with an embarrassed blush. You offered him a kind smile, your eyes falling down to his mangled Dittany plant. You looked back up to his eyes, this time sympathetically smiling at him.

You returned to your own plant, jotting down a few more notes in the stained journal next to you.

Herbology was a strong suit of yours, you had always found it relaxing and simple. The plants offered so much to people, and all you had to do was understand how to care for them properly.

After your eventual dismissal, you rubbed the back of your neck and felt a sunburn, cursing yourself for not bringing some sort of sunscreen in your bag.

You heard an awkward cough from behind you, followed by a weak “hello”. You turned to face the noise and was a little surprised to see the tall redhead it came from.

“Hello,” you said kindly, closing your bag.

“Hi,” he repeated, and you waited for him to continue.

An awkward amount of time passed before he realized he had already said hello.

“Oh, right, um” he coughed again, clearing his throat, “well, I just wanted to introduce myself.”

He paused, holding his hand out for you to shake.

“I know who you are, George,” you replied before he had the chance, smiling at his sentiment, “we’ve gone to school together for 6 years.”

“Yeah, I just usually say it formally,” he retracted his hand after he held onto yours for what he felt was too long, “you know, with an identical brother and all.”

You nodded your head, still smiling at the nervous boy.

“Well, I wanted to ask you something,” he said, his hands gripping the leather straps of his bag nervously.

“In addition to the introduction?” you said, trying to make him less nervous.

He laughed lightly, shifting from one leg to the other.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind,” you pushed a piece of hair behind your ear, finding it impossible to wipe the smile off your face.

“I was wondering, since you seem so good at it, if you would help me out in Herbology?” he spoke fast, and you nearly missed what he said.

“Oh,” you were surprised by his question. He and his brother had a bit of a reputation at this school, and tutoring didn’t seem to align with it.

“I get if you can’t or something, I know you must be busy with your own studies,” he began, but you waved your hands, cutting him off.

“No, no, I don’t mind,” your smile widened as he let out a relieved breath of air, his chest deflating.

“So you’ll tutor me?” he asked, a crooked smile dawning upon his lips.

“Yeah, I don’t see why not,” you replied easily, nodding your head.

There were many reasons not to tutor George, you found later. For one, you fell in love with him. Not that you could be blamed, he was incredibly charming and adorable. The other reason was that he actually had very little interest in the plants, and his efforts seemed more geared towards you.

You had asked Professor Sprout if you and George could meet in the Herbology room every Wednesday after her classes. She was skeptical, but she trusted you and allowed you access as long as you promised to keep George in line.

This particular Wednesday seemed no different than the others, besides the growing crush you had formed on George. You waited for him at a stool by the door, a textbook open in front of you, along with your Herbology journal, a few quills, your apron, your gardening equipment, and a dying Dittany plant you planned on showing George how to save. You had been waiting for a while, but George was usually late. You had pulled some Arithmancy homework from your bag and worked on it in the meantime.

“Sorry!” George burst through the door of the greenhouse, a book falling from his fumbling hands, “Sorry, I got caught up with Fred, I’m sorry I’m late.”

More and more apologies flooded from his mouth, like they did most days, as he made his way to the stool next to you.

“It’s alright,” you put away your homework and pulled your textbook to rest on the table between the two of you.

You stood from your stool and began putting on your apron, and moved over to the cabinet with the spare aprons. You got one for George and his hands fumbled behind his back, his focus on you. He watched the side of your face as you peered into the textbook, your fingers tracing the words as you read. You lightly tapped it, pointing it out to George.

“We’ll start here,” you said, sitting back down in your stool.

Your wand hovered over a watering jug on the table, and you cast the Aguamenti charm. Water poured from your wand, filling the jug.

George watched you, nervously turning his fingers over in his lap. He glanced down, noticing the habit, and smoothed his hands over his legs. He brought his hands to his hair and raked them through the red locks, rolling his shoulders back, trying to relax in your presence. He never was able to, and he knew this, but it didn’t stop him from trying.

George couldn’t care any less than he already did about Herbology. He thought it was boring and useless. Not many of his pranks required extensive knowledge about plants, and when they did, the plants were already in use. But, when he saw you from across the room, your glasses teetering on the edge of your nose, your fingers tracing over the lettering in the textbook, hair falling into your face, and that wonderfully sweet smile etched onto your beautiful face, he had to talk to you.

It took him a week or two of staring at the back of your head before you even noticed him. The first time that beautiful smile was for him, he could only think of you for the rest of the day. Fred was tired of it, honestly, George was desperately infatuated with you. George had worked up the tutoring plan with Fred, with the promise that he wouldn’t actually study anything. “We have a reputation to uphold, Georgie!”

“Okay,” your sweet voice pulled George from his thoughts, and his eyes flickered from your face to your hands on the book, “so this is a Dittany.”

Your hands moved from the book to the dying plant. Its previously green leaves were now brown and wilting. Your fingertips moved over the delicate leaves, to the stems, and you raked your fingers through the dry dirt.

George leaned forward on the table, putting his chin to rest in his palm. He listened to you talk about the plant, describing just about everything there was to know. He wondered how you knew all of this from memory, and admired you even more than he thought possible.

You reached over the table to grab the garden scissors, but they were just out of your grasp. George leaned forwards and picked them up, turning them to you. You hadn’t retracted your hand, so when he pulled them from the table, they slid open and you felt a sharp pain on your fingertip.

You pulled your hand away and nursed it in your lap. A red stain appeared on your apron, and soon it spread as your fingertip was flowing with blood. You heard the scissors clatter on the table and George turned to you, already spouting apologies.

“Shit!” he cursed, his body turning towards you and he slouched to become eye level with you in your seat, “I’m so sorry!”

You whimpered involuntarily, bringing your finger to your mouth to suck away some of the blood. You removed your finger and wiped it on your apron, only for the blood to continue flowing.

George was panicking, he felt absolutely awful.

“Can I see it?” you looked up to see his creased brow and guilt- flooded eyes.

You swallowed hard and nodded, offering him your hand timidly.

He gently placed his hands over yours, they were so large they nearly covered them completely. His hands were warm and calloused on the palms from years of gripping his Beater bat. He brought your hand to him, holding it close to his chest as he looked at the small cut.

“I am so sorry,” he repeated, and he rubbed his thumb soothingly on our palm.

He pulled out his wand and looked at you for wordless permission, which you granted him curiously. He hovered over your finger and mumbled a spell you hadn’t heard before. The broken skin on your finger began to mend together, and the stinging had been replaced with an odd numbness. There was still the remains of blood, but George brought his apron to your finger and wiped it away. He still held your hand, looking at your face.

“How did you know that spell?” you asked, surprised when your voice came out as a whisper.

“You learn a lot when you have siblings like mine,” George responded in a whisper, looking at you sheepishly.

His hand was tightening around yours, and his palm rested against the back of your hand. You wrapped your fingers around his thumb, squeezing it lightly.

“Thank you,” you mumbled.

George’s eyes flickered down to your lips, and it was so fast you had thought you might have imagined it. Your eyes moved to his lips, noticing that his bottom lip was trapped between his teeth.

“Well, it’s the least I could do,” he responded coolly, dropping your hand back into your lap and straightening his tie as if it had become too tight.

You looked down at your aprons, each stained with small drops of your blood.

“Ew,” you said, trying to wipe off the dried red stain, “Sprout will kill me!”

Pulling his wand back out, he placed it on the table.

“Here,” he moved close to you and wrapped his arms around you. You stiffened, breathing in deeply as his mouth was inches away from your ear. You felt him fumbling with the bow that tied your apron, and his hands grazed your lower back.

Soon the bow was untied, and George hovered for a moment, and he couldn’t help but smile as he smelled your wonderful perfume.

Your apron became lose and he pulled back, his hands moving to your neck as he pulled it off. He did the same with his own and laid them both on the table.

“Tergeo,” he said, pointing his wand at the aprons.

Your apron was as good as new, and so was his, all the dirt and blood removed from the cloth.

You swallowed hard, trying to push the moment of intimacy from your brain. You forced a smile at him, thanking him as you took the apron from him.

“You’re a much better student than you let on, George,” you said, holding the apron loosely in your lap.

He made a scoffing noise, but a genuine and flushed smile fell on his face.

Neither of you felt inclined to nurse a dead plant back to life, in fact, you had no idea what to do. George just stared at you, as if he were waiting for something.

“Um-” George spoke at the same time as you, and you closed your lips.

“No, you go ahead,” he said, bowing his head to you slightly.

You laughed and insisted that you weren’t going to say anything important.

“I was just going to ask if you wanted to take a walk around the grounds,” he said, already standing from his stool, “it’s awfully warm in here.”

George was right, the greenhouses seemed to be particularly warm. You thought some fresh air would be nice.

“Not very interested in the Dittany?” you teased, standing from your stool and moving to clear the table.

“Oh no!” George said nervously, hoping he didn’t offend you, “No, its wonderful-”

“I’m only teasing George, I know Herbology can be boring,” you smiled at him and laughed to yourself when you saw him visibly relax.

He was always so nervous around you, no matter how hard you tried to make him comfortable.

The two of you put away all the supplies, cleaning the table off for Professor Sprout. You had used the water left in the watering jug on any dry looking plants. George watched you going around the greenhouse, the sunshine making you seem like you were glowing. You held your hair behind your shoulder, peering into each pot.

“Alright,” you dusted your hands and tucked away your apron, “let’s go.”

George held the door open for you, and you ducked beneath his outstretched arm as you crossed the threshold. You followed his lead as he led you down a hallway.

“So you like Herbology a lot, right?” George asked you, casting a glance down at your side profile.

“Yeah, I do,” you replied.

“There’s a boy in my house, Neville, he’s great at Herbology,” George spoke fondly, his eyes turning to look out the tall windows.

“Sprout has talked about him,” you said, looking at George’s side profile, “says he’s quite talented.”

“Yeah, he’s great,” George said awkwardly, feeling quite uncertain in your presence.

“What’s your favorite class?” you asked, still trying to make some conversation.

George raked his mind, trying to decide if he should make up an answer to sound smart or be honest. He decided to be honest.

“I quite like lunch,” he said, casting a smile down at you.

You giggled, rolling your eyes playfully. He bumped his shoulder against yours, and you giggled even more.

You were eventually able to fall into a comfortable conversation, walking around the castle with ease. His hands tucked themselves into his pockets, and you crossed your arms over your chest. You eventually stopped in the courtyard, and George led you over to a bench under a large tree.

You sat close to each other, and he was painfully aware of the way your leg rubbed against his. He looked down at the spot where your skirt ended and your tights began, a lump forming in his throat. He looked at the side of your face, you seemed wonderfully content. Your eyes scanned the array of plants in front of you, looking at each of the vibrant flowers that were beginning to bloom.

“I really am sorry about your hand,” he said, partly as an excuse to pick up your hand and pretend to look at the healed cut.

Your felt tingles shoot down your arm at the unexpected touch. You looked at the hair that fell over his forehead as he peered down at your hand, holding it delicately.

“Oh, it’s alright,” you said reassuringly, “accidents happen.”

He smiled at your kindness, your eyes meeting. This time, you were sure he was looking at your lips. Your eyes danced around his face, and you felt your lips curling into a smile as he watched them.

“Would you mind if-” he croaked out, but the words seemed to be caught in his throat.

You giggled, and he dropped your hand, his head rolling back as a bought of laughter came from him. He suddenly seemed the most relaxed he had ever been.

Suddenly, when his head came to face yours again, his hands snaked up to hold your cheeks. Your eyes widened, and your smile did too. He brought your face to his, and you had realized what he was going to ask you just a second ago.

His hands were warm, and the callouses felt nice against your soft cheeks. His kiss was soft and gentle, and he waited for you to reciprocate. Your hands traveled up to wrap around his neck, and the second your fingers tangled themselves in his hair, his kiss intensified.

One of his hands traveled down to your neck, and his thumb grazed your jaw. The other slithered to your hair, and he lightly pushed your face even closer to his. Your nose pressed into his cheek and you leaned closer, your shoulder bumping into his. His tongue trailed over your bottom lip, and you sighed, opening your mouth to his.

“Ew! Get a room!”

You heard two voices shouting towards you. You pulled away, much to George’s dismay, who stayed in the same place with his eyes closed.

You looked over George’s shoulder and saw his brother and his friend.

“George,” you nudged him, casting your blushing cheeks and sheepish smile down at your lap, “I think you’re needed.”

George groaned, opening his eyes slowly. His hand was still tangled in your hair, and he slowly removed it. You felt chills as his hand raked over your neck and down your yellow tie, attempting to keep your close.

“What?” he said so poisonously, that your eyes widened.

“Keep it in your pants!” the younger redhead called out, shoving his shoulder against his friends, laughing.

“I swear to-” you heard George mumbled, already moving from his seat next to you and off to his brother.

The smaller redhead shoved his books into Harry’s chest, setting off in a run. Harry laughed loudly as George chased after his younger brother. George pulled his wand from his waistband, pointing it at Ron and easily casting a spell that bound a rope at Ron’s feet. Ron fell to the ground with a thud and George stood over him, smiling evilly.

He looked back at you, watching as you covered an entertained laugh with your hand. His face melted into pure admiration, and he abandoned Ron, leaving him tied up in the grass. George broke out in a jog, determined to hear your sweet laugh.

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Chapter Two: Your Least Favorite Color

Chapter One

a/n chapter two my lovlies!! i rlly wanted to pump this out p fast bc ive been having so much fun with it and i hope you are too!

summary: fred and george tell you their plan for their prank. fluff with a pinch of angst.

word count: 3k

warnings: some touching??? uncomfy situation??

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“Snape’s least favorite color?” I laughed out. “I think you mean, like, any color. I mean has he ever worn anything that isn’t black?”

I was now seated in a small semblance of a circle on the floor of the Gryffindor common room, Fred and George in front of me. It was most definitely past curfew but because tomorrow was Saturday I really didn’t care, the time was the last thing on my mind. The most present thought I had was how the hell Fred and George were going to change the color of all the cauldrons in Snape's room and get away with it. 

“Well, now that you bring it up, I do believe I saw him in robes that looked rather navy instead of black.” George pondered, looking up to the ceiling and tapping his chin as if he was deep in thought. 

“Oh bug off!” I laughed and smacked him on the arm. He looked at his arm with wide eyes, his smile gone. Before I could ask if I was too forceful he was pretending to cry, a little too loud than he should’ve considering it was well past 12 and I am technically trespassing. None of us cared though or even thought to care as we watched George grasp onto his brother’s arms like it was the last thing he would ever do. 

“I-I don’t want to die Freddie.” He whispered. His grip tightened onto his brother as he spoke again. “Freddie, I…” He then let out a loud, fake sob. “There’s so much I haven’t done.” He dropped his head and shook it. I rolled my eyes, how long was he going to keep this up? 

Fred brought his hands up to cradle his brother’s head. “It’s ok George, you can let go, it’s ok.” He looked into his brother’s eyes tearfully, “I’ll help you…”

Before George could react Fred lifted one of his hands and swiftly flicked him on the forehead. George let out a loud groan and spasmed a bit in Fred’s arms, I watched with narrowed eyes as he seized up and shook. 

“You look more like a fish out of water than a dying man,” I said smugly. George rose up and fixed his hair. He looked over to me with a glare and his tongue out. I laughed fully, the situation and everything, as well as some sleep deprivation, catching up on me. I threw my head back, clutched my stomach, and rolled around for what felt like hours. Once I had started I couldn’t stop. 

“I didn’t think it was that funny,” George whispered to Fred. “Maybe we have finally broken her?”

“Maybe…” Was all Fred was able to say back, too caught up with the beautiful girl in front of her to even fully process George's words. 

Finally calming down due to the sharp pain building up in my stomach from laughing so hard, I painfully pushed myself to sit up straight. Leaning on the couch behind me I tried to catch my breath while gripping my stomach. I could feel my face was flushed, my hair was a mess but I couldn’t care. Although the pain that coursed through my body, I was still smiling, looking at the two boys in front of me. Focusing on George I saw that he looked at me with a look of disbelief and amusement, rolling my eyes at him I focussed on Fred ready to be met with the same expression. 

What I was met with nearly made me roll over again. 

The way he looked at me made the rest of the world evaporate. I lost my breath. He smiled at me, but it wasn’t amused or disbelieving like George, he smiled at me with pure content, like watching me writhing around on the floor was the best use of his time. His eyes flickered with something, his usual gleam of mischief no longer evident but what was currently being held I couldn’t decipher. My whole face flushed even more if that was possible, I was praying in my head he didn’t notice it. I diverted my eyes from his gaze, trying to hide my red face as I adjusted into the position I held before I broke out in laughter. 

“Maybe red?” I tried to steer the conversation back to its previous topic, my voice quivered, making me cringe and I hope that the boys didn’t notice or just wrote it off. 

“If we make them red he will know a Gryffindor did it, that’s the equivalent of a murderer leaving a ransom note with his name on it.” George retorted. I sighed, relieved he didn’t say anything. Bringing my gaze up to meet theirs I looked between them, they were both staring at the floor, obviously lost in thought. I brought my gaze to the fire behind them. I pulled my lip in between my teeth trying to focus on a specific color that would make the blood drain from Snape’s face. 

Snape was the head of the Slytherin house, and though that relation, I absolutely despised him. He was terribly rude to Gryffindors for no bloody reason, being that my friends mostly consisted of Gryffindors, he was terribly rude to me as well. He never took points away from me specifically, knowing it would reflect badly on him, but he took the absolute piss out of any Gryffindor around, often even subjected me to long detentions for minor offenses. I have to watch my step around him, even my breathing could set him off, send a nasty glare, or even grade my way. Being a Slytherin though, there was not much I could do about it except accept it, and that made my blood boil under the surface. 

“Perhaps,” I started, my gaze was still trained on the dancing fire behind the boy. “Hot pink would suffice?” 

Lifting my gaze from the fire I glanced between the two. 

“Wicked.” They said in unison. They had these stupid grins on their faces that made me giggle. 

The rest of the night was spent actually completing the plan, or trying to and getting distracted. The day before we leave for Christmas break we would sneak into his room, Fred and George would hide in the back of the room while I waited for Snape to arrive. I would ask him to help me find a book in the library about potion making because “I had really been struggling this past year in his class”. Total lie, I knew what I was doing Snape just hated to give me the grade I deserved. 

Considering Mrs. Pince was on maternity leave he would have no option but to say yes. The boys would hex the cauldrons then run back to the Gryffindor common room where Harry and Ron were ready to provide an alibi. It flowed well, the potions section of the library was in the back and far up, Ron and Harry were more than happy to take the piss out of Snape, and Snape knew that because I was in his house I would never do anything directly against him for fear of being expelled. 

Although I knew there would be no evidence for Snape to use against me I was still quite nervous but the thought of the shit eating grins it would provide the twins gave me enough courage to agree. They always made me happy, it was only fair I do the same for them. 

Once it was mildly solidified in our brains we let the conversation drift, topics from quidditch to the worst animal to transfigure as filled up what should’ve been a quite common room at that hour, and never once did I feel bored.  

-

The feeling of someone shaking my shoulders brought me back to reality. I opened my eyes to a rather bright and blurry mess of red around me, quickly shutting them again I groaned, swatting at my attacker. My lazy attempts fell short never actually hitting anyone. 

“That was lame.” Hermione laughed. 

I opened one eye to glare at her. “Considering I was blind I think they were ferocious.” I shot back. 

She laughed again. “Well I don’t know how late you stayed up, but it’s quarter to 9. Breakfast ends at 10.”

“I have so much time, why must you hurt me ‘Mione?” I huffed running a hand down my face. 

“Because Saturday is blueberry pancake day!” She said half singing. “Also I figured you would want to shower and get ready before we go to Hogsmede.” I groaned again but I knew she was right. I threw my hands over my face and rubbed my eyes before opening them, this time the brightness nor the redness of the room affected me. 

“What would I do without you?” I asked sitting up. Now in a seated position I could see my surroundings. I was laying longways on the couch, a robe sprawled over me like a makeshift blanket. Hermione stood behind me, her hands rested on the armrest that my head was just against.

“Probably dead, due to these two.” I couldn’t see her but I knew she was talking about the twins. I turned my head around and smiled at her. 

Squinting around the common room I could see George curled up in a loveseat by the fireplace, he sat sideways, his head against the back of the chair while his arms hugged one of his legs tightly to his chest, his other leg was thrown over the armrest. I giggled at the sight of him in such an unnatural position, it could not be comfortable with his long limbs. I searched the room for Fred. He wasn't in the other seats by the fireplace or the other couch pushed against the wall. 

My heart plunged into my stomach at the thought that he went up to his dorm, I wasn’t completely sure why it hurt me so much. It made sense for him to have left, but part of me just felt pained at the fact that George stayed and not him. Of course I liked George but not in the way I liked Fred. George was like a brother to me, he was a best friend. Fred was something more than that, not that he knew, I would never admit it to him much less our friends, but that didn’t stop the longing I felt for him, hoping that he felt the same way too. 

Finally I found him and all the doubts I had before were void upon seeing him. He laid on his stomach on the floor next to the couch. One arm under the pillow supporting his head that was facing me and the other thrown across the floor. He didn’t have a blanket on him and his robe wasn’t in sight. His hair was slightly brushed in his face and I had to refrain from leaning down and brushing it out of his eyes. I let out a small laugh realizing he was using the pillow that I threw at George the night before. 

Turning around again to Hermione I spoke again. “You’re completely right.” She rolled her eyes with a smile before exiting the common room muttering something about the work she needed to do that day. 

I stretched and readjusted, pulling my legs to my chest while figuring the best way to get up without disturbing Fred. I balled up the robe that was laid across me, still trying to figure out how to navigate my way out of the common room. 

There was a small space near his arm on the floor, taking it as my best shot to then jump around him. I carefully placed my foot down, making sure not to step on him. Shifting my weight onto that foot I began to move my other leg to go around his back. 

Slowly crouching to get some momentum I jumped, but before my foot could even leave the ground a strong arm grabbed my ankle. Taken by surprise I let out a small shriek before falling onto the couch and then sliding onto the floor. 

I was met with Fred, smirking at me with half lidded eyes. 

“Trying to sneak off with my robe are you?” He said smugly. His voice was deeper and raspier than it usually was and had an immediate effect on my body, my legs weakened and my face burned. I was thanking Merlin I was already sitting and flushed from the fall.

“What are you on about Weasley.” I whisper-yell at him. 

He released my ankle, something I hadn’t even noticed he was still holding until I felt uncharacteristically cold where his touch had been only moments ago. He used his now free hand to point at the balled up robes in my arms. 

“You did not just make me fall on my arse only to accuse me of stealing my robes!” I whisper yelled again, although a tad louder than last time. 

He cocked an eyebrow at me. “Your robes? I wasn’t aware we had joint custody over my clothing Y/L/N, but since you want them so bad I suppose you can keep them, red looks good on you by the way.” He shot me a wink at the end of his remark. His confidence and cockiness just upset me further. Although he was unnervingly annoying I couldn’t help the grin that split onto my face at his own stupidity. 

I rolled my eyes and unbunched the robes to show him the green that adorned them, but once they were unrolled I saw the red fabric. My eyes shot wide open, I could feel my eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. 

“But…” I couldn’t even form a whole sentence, this didn’t make sense. “You hexxed my robes!” I shot at him. It was the only logical conclusion I had come up to that he had planned this. 

The laugh he was holding back erupted from his mouth. His morning voice made it much deeper than his actual laugh. The rings of his laughter normally made my body hot but this was a whole new level. 

He didn’t say anything, just brought his hand up to my collar and tugged. Looking down I saw that I was still wearing my robes. Never took them off. 

I groaned and threw my face into my hands which only made him laugh harder. He peeled my hands away from my face and held them in his much larger ones. “I would never hex your clothes,” I could feel my face heat up at his words, the genuine tone and the lower octave of his voice sent shockwaves through my whole system. “At least not red, I’d make them purple!” He stuck his tongue out at me and I playfully swatted his shoulder. He knew that was my least favorite color. 

I stood up and threw his robes at his face. “See you in the Great Hall.” And with that I grabbed my shoes and walked out as quickly as possible. I could hear him still laughing as I got to the portrait hole but kept going trying to calm down and get the flush off my face, both from our proximity and embarrassment. 

-

I had thrown on my favorite muggle outfit. Going to Hogsmede was a tradition but the excitement was still there which qualified for a little dressing up. It wasn’t anything special, just plain light wash jeans, a white turtleneck and an oversized orange button up I managed to steal from the twins. All pulled together with a little accessorizing I thought I looked rather good. 

Walking out of my dorm and into the Slytherin common room there was an evident pep in my step. I was happy but a fool wouldn’t be. Stepping towards the exit of the common room someone just had to ruin my fun. 

“Not going out with the Weasels again are you Y/L/N?” Draco drawls. Turning I see him snickering with Crabbe and Goyle before standing and waltzing up to me, arrogant as ever. 

“What is it to you Malfoy?” I spit at him. I was not going to let him ruin today. 

“Well you got so pretty today, Weasleys do not know how to appreciate such expensive things, they can’t afford them, how would they know how to? You deserve someone who knows how and can express their appreciation in equally expensive ways.” He laughed out. He lifted his hand to caress my cheek. His touch made me cringe, his hands were cold and his demeanor was uninviting. Everything about him made me recoil. 

I grabbed his wrist and threw his hand down. “I hope you don’t mean someone like yourself Malfoy. I’m not sure how you even know how to use a hand like that, it looks as though it hasn’t done a day of work in its life. Is that something you are really proud of?” I threw my words at him like daggers. Steam rolling off of me. I could see him change under my glare, his confidence shrank and his anger grew, his relaxed expression was soon replaced by his snarl he adorned everywhere Harry was near, his back stiffened and his fists balled up. 

“Never, touch me again Malfoy.” I turned on my heel and stormed out. Before reaching the exit I thought of something though. 

“Future advice,” I turned again so I was facing him. He hadn’t moved and still looked at me venomously as before. He lifted an eyebrow at my comment, urging me to go on. “Money can’t buy consent.” 

His face darkened and I had to turn quickly to stop myself from all out laughing at him. I’m sure that if I stayed I could have watched him have his temper tantrum but frankly I wasn’t interested. My interest laid with the redhead waiting for me at the doors of the Great Hall. The same one who smiled at me as I walked up to him and poured my juice for me when we sat down. Fred Weasley had me totally, inconceivably, and utterly smitten, and I was completely ok with it. The harder I fell the sweeter it would feel when he caught me. 

Or I hoped. 

[camomile-t]

HEY YALL SORRY TO DELAY CHAPTER AGAIN BUT ITS FOR A GOOD REASON THIS TIME!

basically i’m taking an extra few days to write because it is LONG AS HELL. like the longest chapter yet, upwards of 3k words and i’m not even done yet type long.

basically it’s gonna be a big old marcy character study starring:

-gay

-angst

-gay angst

-andri-ass

-gaslight girlboss gatekeep

-exposition

-and a shit tonne of dramatic irony

so yeah! i hope y’all are hyped bc honestly i’m excited writing it. here’s a little extract from the beginning of the chapter for you all :)

SPOILERS FOR CHAP 13

the lemon juice acts as invisible ink. congrats to everyone who guessed! this is the first extract marcy wrote, as well as the first anne and sasha see. enjoy, and i can’t wait for you all to read the full chapter x

Hi journal! It’s me, Marcy! Duh. I found this coral in Newtopia which secretes a fluid nearly chemically identical to lemon juice! It even tastes similar! In hindsight, I probably shouldn’t have tasted it. But look! I can write secret messages now! Fun!

If you’re reading this, you’re either me, a very smart amphibian, or a pretty average human. If you’re me, then hello! Why are you reading this page, it’s boring! If you’re a clever newt, then good on you for experimenting! Isn’t science amazing? And if you’re a human, then stop reading, now. You don’t want to know about this world.

Anyway, I guess I’ll add any secrets that need to be kept to the journal like this. Marcy out!

[baeshijima]

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫!𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐲/𝐧

MASTERLIST

now, childe as a general streamer,,, he’s a whale in every sense of the word 

…

poggers—

so childe as a streamer in general would be one word ;

✨chaotic✨

he would definitely be a variety streamer, but more so for games !!

especially pvp and/or pve games

competitive meta mf—

probably plays LoL, overwatch, apex legends, valorant and minecraft

don’t question the minecraft 

he likes mining but has a personal vendetta against the creepers bc once they blew up his mansion 

yes, a mansion

ask any of his community and they’ll tell u he spent a full-blown month and a half playing just minecraft to build it, only for it to go down just like that ;-; 

his chat loved it tho <//3

he’s played honkai too !! mainly for the pve and grinding bc he’s a whale but uh,,, shhh

his community,,, his community are just a bunch of trolls at this point i cant even lie

they just KEKW, SADGE & COPIUM spam everything and the newer viewers get intimidated until they realise he deserves them all HJGKJHF

especially when he starts getting annoyed by the game,,, his reactions are too good to pass up on gn

typically when he does mario kart streams 👩‍🦯 that shit’s wild when it happens oh my

when he falls in rainbow road 🤡 

and especially bc he has his webcam on, his viewers just see him internally dying or wanting to scream

also gets passive aggressive 

shit talks everything and everyone when in that mood <//3

for what’s left of his dignity i won’t disclose what happens

definitely gets jebaited a lot too <//3 unfortunately he’s too easy for his chat ;-;

another mf with a massive community except he has a lot of friends (sorry not sorry albedo)

ppl have a love-hate relationship with him tbh; u either love him or hate him

no inbetween

unless u show ur love through bullying him then go off ig

his discord server, twt + yt are also really big too !! also verified on insta 

also !!

he has lots of plushies :(( esp whale plushies from his community bc he’s the biggest whale they know <//3

but if u look at his setup, there’s a mini whale plushie on the top of his main monitor (he has 3), one big one (like,,, up to his chin) behind him, a smol on the top of his chair so u can see it above his head, and just more off screen HKJSDHL

they asked for a room tour once and half of it was just whale plushies

the rest were LED lights + shelves of merch & gifts from his community !!

he even has some fanmail (actual wholesome ones that aren’t cursed) pinned on a board too 🥺

also has an ensuite—

when he was eating on stream one time, his chat was sent into an absolute outrage

u know why?

bc he was eating noodles with a fork

bby ;-;

so sometimes he’ll get sent those beginner chopsticks with the finger guides to help him 👩‍🦯

he’s actually made sure to eat with them on stream tho bc he was sent one with a narwhal on top and he thinks it’s cute JHGJKH

nOW ONTO THIS MAN BEING WHIPPED FOR U AS A GENSHIN STREAMER !!!!

herkekle

now, his (also) AR56 ass has been playing since genshin first came out

an og if u will

this man,,, he’s been in love with u even before the game’s official release 🐥

not only were u in the promotional art and trailers, but he was also one of the beta testers so he got to try out ur character first hand in the early stages !!

and when i say he fell hard for u,

i mean it 

when the game wasn’t released publicly yet, he wasn’t allowed to disclose any information and ngl, it killed him that he couldn’t talk abt u :((

so all he could do was say this upcoming was really nice so far and subtly brag abt u to everyone JHGKJSDFHLK

when the official ads & promotional art were finally released 🥺🥺 when i tell u he immediately went live talking abt the game and u HKGJHFDK

he didn’t care that he streamed at an ungodly hour bc he’s been waiting for the reveal for so long he needs to let everyone know </3

he retweeted everything from their official twt straightaway, made a yt video based off his spontaneous stream promoting the game + pinged his entire server abt it

yes

his nearly 200k server all got pinged abt this one game bc he’s in love with a character from it

and he has no regrets abt it <33

the day the game was available for download, he stREAMED THE ENTIRE DOWNLOAD PROCESS

while he and his chat were waiting, they decided to watch the trailers and character showcases to get a feel for the game, and played some mario kart to pass the time !!

as soon as the game loaded, he threw mario kart behind him and went on 🐥

he typed his name (ajax) for the when he chose aether and literally everyone was appreciating the aesthetics HKJFS

but childe,,, he was waiting for it to be over so he could see u ;-;

he appreciated the aesthetics, fighting mechanics & voice acting a lot tho !!

now he had gotten through all the tutorials, got all the chests he could he was finally in mond

and there u were 🥺 after the dvalin encounter u arrived before kaeya did

and boy did he show u off sm to his viewers HKJHKLF

they knew he was down bad before but now?? they know it’s hopeless to save him and if he ever falls out of love that’s when the world ends

luckily that’ll never happen tho <33

but he took !! so many !! screenshots !!

oh, and did i mention he changed his wallpapers to u? and his twt + discord pfps are also some very aesthetic screenshots of u from that first scene ;-;

he just appreciates u sm okay 🥺

he even clutched his chest where his heart is and sunk down his chair when he heard u speak 😩

his chat just spammed his downbad + y/nlove + SHRIMP emotes and he accepted them all with grace <33

now when he unlocks the wishing feature,,, u already know he’s wishing for u as soon as possible

ur in the standard banner so ur always there which he appreciates but he would’ve wanted u to be limited so he can rub it in ppl’s faces ;-;

and since it was the first release rewards, he had tons of wishes right off the bat !!

he was gonna roll for venti after he gets u bc,,, well does he need a reason??

also he doesn’t do well with archer characters in general ;;; but if ur an archer then ur obv an exception sooo

bUT he got a 5 star in his first 20 pulls !!

tho it was diluc 👩‍🦯

while he was happy bc he got an incredibly meta character right off the bat,

he wasn’t interested in diluc,,, (even now his diluc is barely looked after, and only used for spiral abyss, *sweats*)

the next 5 star he got was around the 60 mark, and he got a weapon,,,

i mean,,, he got the weapon that was most suited for u so that’s smth at least (ˉ▽ˉ；)

after he used all his remaining primos and fates, he finally got u 🥺

he just went “fuck the storyline” and immediately put u in his party and just

admired u as a whole 

went through all the voice lines available, ur character story, ur idle animations (he had a heart attack from u and his chat clipped it) and took many, many screenshots 

his favourite voice lines would have to be the night + about us + (y/n)’s hobbies

and then he equipped u with ur weapon and damnnn did u look so good with it 😩

he changed u to be his avatar, with his signature as :

“(y/n)’s whale <3”

and now the whaling process begins 👩‍🦯

after at least £2k, he got u to c6, along with at least 1 copy of all the standard 5 stars,,

then he went for venti’s banner—

his chat were just too focused on how he’s gonna play u to even think of anything else tbh HKJAH

with ur kit, u were honestly seen to be a dps or even a sub dps if ppl don’t want u on the field all the time

so definitely a perfect character for mr meta strimmer tartaglia (his twitch name btw ;;; childe is just smth he prefers his community to call him as but they also call him ajax too HKJSD) here

so he went through the archon quests with u as his carry and i won’t lie, ur name card is smth he has printed and framed behind him after he got it 🥺

he later finds out ur part of the fatui in the liyue archon quest tho and has to fight u with,,,

well, u ;;;

he finds it hot tho so it’s okay—

i won’t lie tho, his zhongli after he got him is his second strongest after u

he just builds all his characters in the most broken way he can so he can show his viewers that everyone can be a dps in their own right, not just the ones meant to be since there’s no right or wrong in this game !!

but now ur weapon is r5, ur lvl 90 and u have lvl 20 5 star artifacts that make u the most broken (y/n) seen

ppl who co op with him are honestly baffled,,, especially when the feature of them being able to view other players’ character stats become available,,,

u with ur nearly 3k atk,,,

he’s hit over 600k with u tho and he’ll always flex that

no one can top him as a (y/n) main and that’s honestly just a fact at this point 😩

when he saw that the dating sim hangouts was official, his immediate and iconic response was simply ;

“so when will (y/n) become a dateable, huh 🤨”

to this day he’s still waiting to be able to date u in-game <//3

[accursedkaleeshi]

Lyx’al’s Bio

Part 1: Origin

(Part 2: About Her)

TL:DR Grievous meets with the worst kaleesh ever bc he won’t shut up. This guy is running a breeding cult with disturbing implications. Grievous agrees to take one of his daughters, Lyx’al, just to get the poor thing out of there. He & Weyla come up with a plan to sow discord unto this man’s family while slowly essentially stealing people from him. There is eventually payoff. 

[Nearly 3k words. Cult content & abuse implications. & violence]

        Korgag the Unscrupulous, Gopha-darii (Baron of the South) was the owner of half of what was considered the south continent. He owned the land & was constantly trying to get more. He was stymied in his efforts by the Miir-Y’mbotu family whom had rights to the tropical rain forest on northside. His once proud privkliin, the Miir-J’ssket had a long standing feud with them that, though near down to solely him, he carried on with hellacious tenacity. Here is a map! Why do I keep making up words that I will have to keep track of, goddamit.

        Korgag, held off at the Töv Isthmus, made quite a lot of noise about meeting with Khaganate Grievous. Word reached him that he’d met with the Miir-Y’mbotu because one of their prestigious daughters had merely requested it & he would not be left out. That was Weyla. When Grievous got word of this & asked her who the fuck “Korgag the Unscrupulous” was, Weyla’s usually refined, stony expression momentarily morphed into one of utter contempt. “We are always trying to keep Korgag at bay. He has always been a slug too thick for his scales,” she had said. Grievous was relatively surprised, as Weyla usually had no ill words for her fellow kaleesh, even her fuck-up of a brother.

        So, Grievous, again embroiling himself in a situation he probably didn’t need to be in, paid this man a visit. His entire purpose in this was to shut him up to ensure he did not become dangerous. Weyla told him some troubling rumors. If he were not lead through the southside’s moors by what were self-described as Korgag’s men in as few words as possible, he would never have found his estate. Quite opulent at one point clearly, rivaling the Miir-Y’mbotu’s compound, it was now half dilapidated. Much of the land around it was already reclaimed by the swamp.

        By “meet with the Khaganate” Korgag had meant “brag to the Khaganate”, as it was immediately obvious as soon as he opened his mouth how terribly important he thought he was. Weyla’s initial description made immediate sense. It was as if he were trying to sell everything about himself. He was like Danny Devito’s character in Matilda fused with Watto & then wetted down with axe body spray. I can’t unhear the (somewhat racist now that I think about it) Watto voice for this guy.

Korgag not only thought he was better than the Mirr-Y’mbotu, but spoke to Grievous as if they were equals. Not equal as the footing of their people on the bountiful lands of Kalee, equal. Equal in their superiority. “In-charge-man, big hero, you know! Us, who do so much for our, eh, communities.” Grievous didn’t think he’d ever been so insulted by a fellow kaleesh. He just nodded on occasion, thinking inwardly that it sure would be a mystery lost to the fens if no one ever heard from this man again. Sure would be spooky if he came down with sudden not-breathing-syndrome right there in front of his estate. At this point Korgag had led Grievous into the once grand foyer of his degrading home.

“You MUST have one of my daughters, Grievous!” Korgag had exclaimed jubilantly, like he were offering an old friend a glass of bourbon. “We put much, much work into making them appealing, no? Gorgeous. Obedient. Exotic, even? Like their mothers, heh. Nothing second-hand here. Pure, untouched. Mostly.”

Grievous was not looking for more wives. 9 was too many as it was. He most certainly did not want to associate himself with this sludge-scaled greaseball. But-

They looked miserable.

Grievous had looked up to see Korgag’s wives & daughters lined up for inspection eldest to smallest, actual children in line. There were so many they circled the entire perimeter of the large, open hearth room. They were, as promised, strikingly gorgeous. There were colors & patterns Grievous would not see anywhere else. All were tall & thin with capped tusks & something a bit off about them that he could not pinpoint.

Most of all, they all looked anxious, scared, or hollow. This was no longer what he assumed was just a crazy kaleesh living beyond his means. When Weyla had used the word “cult” he had thought it a hyperbole. After all, meddling in the family affairs of other kaleesh was seen as rude & overstepping lanes. These girls stood at attention. No ingdoré, colorful but simple gowns. Silent & obedient. He felt only worry in this room. Grievous couldn’t open his mouth without telling Korgag to please die. In a panicked bid to save at least one of them, he pointed to the grown daughter that looked the most scared.

“Oh eh? Lyx’al?” When Korgag waddled over & yanked the woman forward by the wrist to be presented Grievous had to restrain himself from backhanding the troll. He endured Korgag bragging about his daughter’s specifications as if she were a droid. Foreshadowing that was not later lost on him. The older man went on & on about how Lyx’al’s mother was from a very isolated population in the west that lived at the edge of the plains & the jungle, how their incredibly cryptic pattern helped them blend into just about anything.

Korgag was obsessed with finding the most beautiful kaleesh on the planet. He had been fixated on the striking beauty of one of his mothers, whom had descended from the Miir-Y’mbotu. He, of course, tried to poach daughters from them but they quickly took his measure. He was such a problem that, despite feeling bad that the Miir-J’ssket had all but died out, they exiled him from their communities. Korgag was so incensed by this he started buying up the rest of the small continent that was the South. If they would not share, he would have to take matters into his own hands. Things seem to have spiraled out of control from there.

Korgag used the wealth he extorted from the people living on “his land” to put up dowries on the most exotic looking females he could find. Kaleesh living in isolated populations tended to be more traditional or, if not, couldn’t afford to turn down the dowry. To him, this more than made up for the times he’d been run out of a community for being heinous.

He had this large parcel of land to run his family as he saw fit, away from the prying eyes of the rest of Kalee. This fact alone was enough to make Grievous sure that, on some level, Korgag knew what he was doing was wrong. But he spoke with a confidence that indicated otherwise. Korgag had 26 wives. He joked about overshooting 24, a multiple of holy 8 for luck, so he would have to settle for 32. His sons & older plain daughters worked the land. His “best” sons were the enforcers. His wives had all been conditioned into obedience, whom then conditioned their children. The “good” daughters were not allowed outside & taught only hearth skills. There were a few son-in-laws around that became trapped by debt or were otherwise fresh genes for the pool.

If this wasn’t enough to paint Korgag as unwell, he feverishly collected & traced lineages & pedigrees despite only having a general understanding of how genetics actually worked. He collected scraps of off-world advertisements & worked them into his sense of what was aesthetically pleasing. After all, off-world was by definition exotic. If his daughters could be the most beautiful on Kalee why stop there? He made efforts to make his daughters more attractive on what he thought was a galactic scale. Things like binding their waists & making them walk a certain way on their feet. It was unclear if he had ever surgically modified anyone, which was unheard of on Kalee. It was also unclear exactly where some lines were drawn as far as whom was producing pretty pups with whom & what happened to unpretty pups.

Yeah, this was not a happy family, it was a cult. Taking all things considered next to sacred about kaleeshi families & warping it for personal gain was especially heinous [Law-&-Order-gavel.mp4]. There is an old Kaleeshi proverb “In greed there is no glory; in the end just one’s reflection.” 

Grievous made some of these realizations standing directly in the middle of this entire situation. Korgag had slapped a broad hand on his shoulder & telling him he had good taste. Grievous just nodded, fully prepared to lie to this man’s ancestor’s faces to get this woman away from him & giving him as little as possible for his trouble.

“Just one?” Korgag had said.

Composing himself behind his impenetrable deadpan stare, Grievous said he would accept Lyx’al & accompany her to his compound in Kunbal. He would contact Korgag with further inquiries if she met his expectations. Korgag’s used-car-salesman smile looked like it might falter. Grievous threw down the “I’m General Fucking Grievous” card with his entire title, insinuating Korgag would do well to consider this an investment. A coward, Korgag immediately agreed.

Grievous gave a respectful nod to Lyx’xal’s mother, obvious from their unique patterns. He had taken Lyx’al’s hand as soon as her father had let go of the other &, upon leaving, lead her ahead of him back to his one-man caravan. She took very cautious steps & his brain refused to let him believe this grown woman had never been outside. She stood by while Grievous threw a leg over his very refurbished speeder as if she expected to walk. He was like “girl, no.” He picked her up & sat her in front of him, telling her to hold on.

He did not say much in the day’s travel it took to get back to the Miir-Y’mbotu Estate, where he had come from to get to this stupid meeting. Weyla had come along to visit family & apparently told everyone where he was, as half of her privkliin came to meet him at the door. The other half peeked out of windows. Weyla was like “So how was it?” & Grievous was like “CURSED”.

Lyx’al was scared. Anxious. Nervous. But she always sat up straight & composed. She accepted food with a deep bow & wouldn’t meet anyone’s eyes. Grievous had not said much to her on the way there as he wouldn’t put it past Korgag to have eyes & ears out. Lyx’al said nothing & it was clear she would not speak unless spoken to. She was terrified realizing where she was. The Miir-Y’mbotu had been the villain in her father’s story & thinking she’d been brought here as a sacrifice was apparently not out of the realm of possibility. Weyla invited them to sit down for dinner. Grievous sat Lyx’al next to him & mulled over where to even start.

“This is Lyx’al,” he said.

“Hello, Lyx’al. You are very beautiful,” Weyla had replied.

Lyx’al took a steadying breath & quietly said, “Thank you, mumä,” in a stilted but halting accent. Mumä was an old, formal word used to address your female betters, like madame.

Grievous started to say, “I couldn’t- “

“Leaver her there?” Weyla finished. He nodded grimly. He hesitated a moment knowing he was about to destroy this girl’s entire world view & briefly wondered if it had been his place to taker her from her family.

“First of all. Lyx’al, you do not have to marry me. I just agreed to get your father to shut his mouth.” That definitely did not sound great when he said it out loud.

Lyx’al had always been looking at the ground. Her heavy lids & thick eyelash bristles completely obscuring whatever color was underneath. Her lavender gray eyes turned out to be incredibly large & round when she registered what Grievous had said. Her thick lips parted the most he had seen as she very seriously worked out the words. “You LIED?”

Oof.

“I did...I am going to tell the Miir-Y’mbotu what happened. You are not in trouble,” he made sure to express to her & offered her his hand to hold under the table. She took it halfway through. Lyx’al had no idea how to feel. Clearly the others at the table wore expressions of deep concern & it certainly felt like she was in trouble. Then again, she always felt that way.

“If we thought there was a clean way to do something about him we would have long done it,” Weyla had said once her husband had finished recounting.

“I know there are several things I would like to do about him & none of them are clean,” Grievous growled. Weyla remained sitting straight up with her hands folded politely in front of her but she put her foot on his leg beneath the table.

“Grievous. Hacorka-Kaliil. Do not skew your work & sully your claws with the blood of your fellow Kaleesh, Abhorrent as he is,” she said.

Weyla & Grievous had developed the same views as far inter-kaleesh violence went. Violence & combat was, of course, integral to their culture but they both felt there was a line between thy neighbor & thy enemy. Many kaleesh overstepped this line & many more didn’t like being told who they couldn’t assault. Kalee didn’t have any kind of global justice system. It varied greatly between populations. The people as a whole now looked largely to Grievous for many things & everything broad. Given that they were about to take a long, sharp dive into economic collapse & many of the most influential populations had to be convinced not to go right back to fighting others for a tree at a time, it would not cast a favorable light on the Khaganate’s central theme of kaleeshi unity if he personally raided a man’s compound because he hated the guy.

“You are so wise,” Grievous had sighed as if very impressed. Love your wife hours. 

“And you are the smartest man I have ever met, kahyr. I am sure you could imagine a way this situation takes care of itself,” Weyla had replied. With Weyla having suggested this, he knew she was right, even if all he wanted to do was put a spear through Korgag’s face, a sentiment agreed upon by much of her family.

Subterfuge it is, then. Lyx’al, Weyla, & Grievous bit the bullet & returned to the Miir-J’ssket compound to stage a wedding. They did feel absolutely terrible including Lyx’al in what were essentially plans to undermine the family she had grown up it but she complied. She didn’t have the perspective yet to understand just how horrible it was but she had always known that they lived in constant fear. It was almost unfair to convince her that people in her family would be happier for it. Like tricking a child. Lyx’al did, however, insist they actually be married. It was literally the only thing she was raised for.

They held a small ceremony there to 1) appease Korgag’s ego, 2) keep Korgag as far away from the rest of his family as possible, & 3) to sow some seeds of discontent among some of the more open minded members of the family. This was early in the year of 34 BBY. It was some real sneaky shit that one could probably write an entire novel about.

Over the next several years Grievous would get Bryaru to draft writs of ownership to pieces of land on the islands scattered off the southend’s coast. Korgag could never get ahold of these himself, as they were fiercely defended by native tribes. Grievous actually partially owned them due to his marriage with Weyla & assured the natives to come to him with any problems & he would take care of them. He used these very impressive technical writs of bureaucracy to trade Korgag for daughters, wives, & even sons, for work. If he was going to treat his family like objects, he would lose them like objects.

Korgag was convinced he was winning on all fronts. The Khagenate was getting him more land, which freed up his time to sleaze around for pretty people. What’s more Grievous was taking less desirable bits of his family off his hands & displaying them to a much larger mainland continent. In reality Grievous’ family would receive these people & essentially rehabilitate them, buying their freedom. Who to steal was communicated through Lyx’al’s comms back home. Grievous got long-distance capable comms all the time through his work with the IBC. (Grievous stole shit all the time from IBC, but that’s a different post.)

Until one day in the 26 BBY year when the Kunbal compound received holo-feed from one of Weyla’s cousins. They had gone to investigate the enormous cloud of smoke erupting from the southend’s swamps. Korgag’s rebels came to a head & overthrew the warped cult members. Korgag was lynched from the eaves of his own porch, left to hang as it burned. The survivors were granted refuge by the Miir-Y’mbotu. There was an extensive celebration. It was sorely needed, as Blys’aan hadn’t even been gone half a year yet.

Of course, they didn’t tell the children they were celebrating the murder of a cult leader. It was a new rite for Lyx’al’ma, her first earned title meaning Rebel Duchess. 

[marvels-writings]

Lost (Preview)

Maria Hill Masterlist

Requested by Anon: how about a fic where maria hill is working on a mission in which she has to rescue reader? every single time she's gotten close to getting reader, hydra manages to stay one step ahead of her no matter what. it's been nearly two years without the love of her life and maria has gotten close to reader once again. the twist? hydra gives reader back to maria but only after injecting a highly experimental serum that causes excruciating pain to reader. the only solution is for maria to kill reader bc reader doesn't want to be in pain for the rest of their life. it's up to maria to make the decision.

Word Count: 599

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Quiet filled the room, not the peaceful quiet of mornings everyone is used to. Rather a suffocating one, one reminding you of mistakes, old and new, bringing to light the horrors of your reality. Even if the light from the early day began to seep through the blinds, the silence remained.

The papers scattered around the desk were even worse than the silence. They taunted Maria, showed her how she was always one step behind from finding you. The information always a day too late; you were gone just a few hours before she could find you.

Two years it had been going, two whole years she'd been trying to find you. It had just passed the day Maria lost you. Fury had forced her to take a week off, to try to take her mind off it. Instead, she buried herself in reports, clues, anything to find you.

This time, she thought she might be close. The information was new, blaring at her from the laptop screen in front of her. Rubbing her eyes, she focused on it again, reading the words over and over. It had your name on it, along with others captured in the HYDRA base.

A rare smile turned the corners of her lips at the mere thought of bringing you back. All that had kept her going was you, the memories of you, the pictures, everything she could preserve. Without even that, she would be lost, without you to guide her forwards. The memories were all that was keeping her from losing herself in her loss.

Memories sometimes feel like poison, don't they? Especially when they come in the form of dreams, capturing you in a trance, forcing you to believe an ethereal reality which you can't call your own. Sometimes you can wake up from them, choosing to leave the trance, but the pleasure of staying a few more moments in a treasured dream was too tempting for even Maria to pass up.

She turned in her sleep, her eyes fluttering restlessly as her mind conjured memories she rarely let herself indulge into. The memory is one she didn't remember fully; it just being another day where she got to wake up beside you. Your touch lingering on her skin, your lips ghosting over her neck as you welcomed her into the morning.

A smile adorned her face as she looked at you. You didn't look like the countless pictures she kept, rather the way she always wants to remember you. Cast in golden light, adoration lining your every motion, smiling, free.

Her hand reached up to your face, running across the skin of your cheek. Everything felt so right like she was finally where she belonged. It was like she had been lost for so long, wandering for years until she found her home with you.

Why could she only find her home in a dream?

Why could she only seek solace in the ghost of your touch? Why should she feel cold in the warm rays of sunlight only to feel warm in her memories? Why should she feel lost every single day, just to feel anchored when dreams finally invade her lonely presence?

Opening her eyes, it all faded away into the blank white of the sheets and the dull light of the day. Some light of hope, a few rays of sunlight made their way through the overcast, giving her the slightest glimmer of hope. It convinced her, just for a few minutes, there may be a chance she won't have to seek you in her dreams again.

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