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eirenical · 2 months
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For the WIP Title Ask:
I’m very curious about the Mysterious Lotus Casebook dual cultivation fic.
And good luck with class prep and starting the new semester! I hope it goes as smoothly/painlessly as possible!
Thanks for ask, @bbcphile! :D
[For anyone else who would like to ask, you can find the WiP list here.]
So, this fic grew out of this post. I watched episode 13 and I saw this go down:
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And I said, "well, OK THEN. IS THAT WHAT WE'RE CALLING IT." XD
And visions of Dual cultivation danced in my head. Of course, once I'd finished the show, I realized that saving Li Lianhua, if that was in the cards at all, was going to be much more complicated than dual cultivation, because he and A-Fei and Fang Duobing basically did that more than once and it didn't save him.
So I don't know that I'll ever finish this one, but I DID write the sex/dual cultivation that would have come right after the confrontation in the snake cave, so how about a little snippet of the lead-in to that? ;D
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Armed with a bottle of special oil he'd gotten from Yao Mo and more determination than desire, Di Feisheng pushed open the door to the small cottage.  Li Xiangyi didn't even look up as the door clattered open, the absolute picture of nonchalance and disinterest.
And it was a lie.
Li Lianhua might not care if he lived or died.  Li Lianhua might not care where he lived, who he met, or what he owed.  Li Lianhua might be waiting to die.  But underneath all of that, Li Xiangyi couldn't help but take notice when Di Feisheng entered a room.  Li XIangyi's every sense followed him as he moved, tracked him as he paced closer in the small confines of the cottage.  Li Xiangyi remembered.  Li Xiangyi knew him for the threat he carried.  Li Xiangyi knew a fellow predator when he was sniffing down his neck.
And it was Li XIangyi who supplied the words uttered in Li Lianhua's utterly disinterested tones: "Di-mengzhu… what are you doing."
Di Feisheng worried at the distended meridian beneath his teeth for just one moment more before shifting to nibble at the collarbone just beside it.  And as the muscles beneath his hands tensed, prelude to a shift that would send an elbow flying back into his stomach, he stepped back out of reach.  "Li Xiangyi, Li Xiangyi… what do you think I'm doing?"
Li Xiangyi huffed out a breath and shook his disordered robes back into some semblance of order before turning back to poke at the pot in front of him.  "If you're that hungry that my neck looks appealing, I'm pleased to inform you that dinner is almost ready.  Go back outside and wait for it."
Di Feisheng turned and did as requested—he walked away.  As far as the door, anyway.  And only to drive the locking bolts home.
As the bolts slid into place, Li Xiangyi tensed again, this time rewarding him with a glance in his direction.  When Di Feisheng did nothing but cross his arms and lean back against the locked door, Li Xiangyi sighed and put down his spoon.
"Di-mengzhu.  I have done as you asked all day with no objections.  But I, for one, do not have the stamina I once did.  I am tired.  I am hungry.  I am done playing games with you."
Di Feisheng uncrossed his arms, leaving them to hang loosely at his sides.  He smiled.  "But I am nowhere near done playing with you."
Before Li Xiangyi had a chance to even take in a surprised breath, Di Feisheng was across the room, fist raised.  In spite of his protestations, Li Xiangyi dodged the blow, slid around behind him and made a break for the door.  Di Feisheng turned with him, a well placed wave of qi accelerating his journey until he had Li Xiangyi pressed against the door, hands trapped against his chest where they could do no harm.  Di Feisheng pressed into him harder, leaning down to take another delicate nibble at his exposed neck.
This time, that elbow did fly—and would have hit Di Feisheng right in the solar plexus had he not stepped back quickly enough.  But that last provocation had done the trick.  Li Xiangyi was taking him seriously now, putting as much of himself into the fight as he dared.  Di Feisheng stayed one step ahead of him, darting in for little nips and pinches and a lick that nearly had Li Xiangyi's knee connecting with his groin.  He could feel it, the way that blocked qi was trying to break free, to respond, to answer his attacks in kind… but it had nowhere to go.  No channel to follow.  But if Yao Mo was right… then maybe they could fix that.
After several minutes of trading blows, Di Feisheng corralled Li Xiangyi against the wall, the thrill of the chase leaving them both panting.  He leaned forward, mouth opening for another delicate lick, but before he could get anywhere near that tempting neck, Li Xiangyi was surging forwards, into his personal space, eyes blazing with more fire than he'd seen in them since their reunion.  He had just enough time to register what was happening before Li Xiangyi's mouth sealed over his own, one hand breaking free to tangle in his hair.
Caught off guard, Di Feisheng staggered backwards, knees hitting the edge of the small bed and unbalancing him further.  He landed hard on his back, Li Xiangyi straddling his legs and taking full advantage of his disorientation for the moment it lasted.
Yesssssssss.
His hands found his way into Li Xiangyi's hair, returning the favor of his none-too-gentle tugs as he guided their mouths into better alignment.  Li Xiangyi was a whirlwind above him, days of frustration lending strength to his arms and a bite to his kisses and if Di Feisheng had had any idea that sex could be like *this,* he'd have tried it years ago.
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eyecicles · 4 months
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16?
16. a tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate
How L smiles at Light here:
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horrocious · 1 month
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for the character ask game, 7 and 12 for Tennant?
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I personally love the way that so much of the fandom immediately fell in love with her and crowned her Lesbian Goddess. everyone loves her and they're right to do so.
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1. she is in like, her late thirties at the youngest. to be fair I feel that way about a lot of the characters but she reads much more as a seductive smoky-voiced classy older woman than like...
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25? c'mon.
2. she 100% had a tragic sapphic romance when one of her scams went wrong. when nobody's looking she 100% stares up at the moon and wistfully wonders if her estranged lover is also looking at it
3. I also believe she doles out all kinds of morally dubious "worldly wisdom" to the younger arcanists in the suitcase. this usually ends up with her getting chased out of the room by Dikke.
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samanthahirr · 9 months
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Kingsman & Robin Hood AU (Hartwin)
Inspired by a Writer Bingo card meme called “Why I Didn’t Write It,” here’s my most-beloved story idea I never wrote:
Picture if you will a mashup of Taron Egerton’s films Kingsman (2014) & Robin Hood (2018), in which younger-son-of-an-earl Eggsy meets King Harry on the Third Crusade (round about 1190 A.D.). Obliged to keep this brash young lordling from getting killed, Harry tolerates Eggsy’s presence in his council meetings and gives Eggsy much-needed advice to listen and learn before weighing in on matters of war and politics. Eggsy quickly comes to worship Harry, and as Eggsy matures into a noble and intelligent young man, Harry becomes enamored with him. The two begin a passionate affair, which Harry’s chief advisor Merlin disapproves of (Harry can’t afford to show such partiality for one earl’s family over the other earls’ without unbalancing the carefully calibrated politics of his court).
Eggsy falls in battle and is captured, and while the war front moves on, Harry arranges to covertly pay Eggsy’s ransom. Fearing Harry’s inevitable distraction should Eggsy turn out physically or psychologically damaged by his time in captivity, Merlin insists Eggsy be sent straight home to England with no reunion. Harry dispatches Merlin to deliver the ransom and escort Eggsy to England, where Merlin must wrangle the growing dissent over this war among Harry’s court. Harry gives Merlin a love letter to deliver to Eggsy on their voyage back to England. Eggsy arrives home brokenhearted over his separation from Harry, and is surprised by news that his older brother has died in the intervening two years, making Eggsy the new heir. Eggsy resents his father’s overprotective control and efforts to keep his sole remaining heir home on the family estate. After a few months, Eggsy convinces the earl to let him go attend the court, as his older brother had done.
At court, Eggsy falls in with his dead brother’s friend group of other young lords, and he quickly realizes that they are French sympathizers and potential traitors to the crown. Eggsy tries to take this information to Merlin, but Merlin won’t grant him an audience, paranoid that rumors of Harry’s partiality for Eggsy may yet follow them home from the war. So Eggsy resolves to spy on these men himself in order to protect Harry’s interests. Using the intel he overhears, Eggsy poses as a bandit to rob couriers carrying messages between the upstart English lords and the French prince, and he intercepts a shipment of French gold intended to hire mercenary assassins. Eggsy’s bandit persona gains notoriety and becomes known as Robin Hood. Meanwhile, Merlin sees Eggsy badmouthing Harry’s policies right along with that group of dissenting lordlings at the court and thinks worse and worse of Eggsy.
After a year of separation, news comes that the King is returning to England, and Eggsy learns of a plan to ambush and assassinate Harry on his way to court. Eggsy rushes to warn Harry in the guise of his bandit persona. “Robin Hood” waylays Harry in a rainstorm at night, Harry tries to get the upper hand before recognizing his Eggsy, and the reunited lovers kiss desperately in the rain….
And the remaining plot becomes a confused mess of action, passion, mistrust, feigned betrayals, assassins, and (hand wave) a happily ever after.
As much as I adore this sprawling epic of a story, I can’t properly define it…because it feels like three separate genres, and the tones and pacing don’t match up. It’s a sweeping war-time romance in the first half, and then it’s a political intrigue plot in the second half, not to mention the whole vigilante action story that has to live up to the myth of Robin Hood! I’ve imagined multiple different endings for this epic, and none of them feel right…and I think that’s because I don’t know which genre’s conventions to use to determine a satisfying ending.
This confusion plus the daunting amount of historical research I would have to do to tell this tale believably (ugh, noooo) means I’m never going to write this story. But it sure is fun to imagine the love, the battles, the pining, the spying, and the grand passion of it all!
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remyfire · 4 months
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3, 26 or 39 for hawkahy
Mayhaps even all three as little a treat
AAAA I could only do one and still make it quick, BUT! I hope you enjoy all the same! 26.) Coming while wearing underwear/pants
The moment Hawkeye has Mulcahy backed up against the wall inside the chaplain's tent, he can feel how fast the man's breathing against him. He's clearly still not used to this. Not all that surprising, really, if he's been wrestling his own lack of awareness of his own nature rather than clear and obvious temptation for all these years. But as Hawk leans to peek through the window and make sure no one's coming, Mulcahy's shaky hands find the front of his bathrobe and grips it into white-knuckling fists as though this is the one point of contact that'll hold him together.
"It's okay," Hawk whispers, a faint bitter flavor on his tongue. He can't look at the ethereal priest. He can't touch his skin. He can't kiss him. There's barbed wire strewn beneath Mulcahy's skull, laced through neural pathways, around lobes. His very own personal crown of thorns, tucked right under the surface. "It's all right, I promise. Hey, hey." When Mulcahy buries his face in Hawk's shoulder, he fights every urge inside of him to break the unspoken rules and kiss his head, but memories of the last time he'd tried and how Mulcahy flinched away left scars that are still swollen red. "It's good. Right?"
"Hawkeye," Mulcahy breathes back, the tickle of hot air melting his neck, dripping desire down his spine. "Please, I-I... Yes, yes, please."
It's the best he's going to get today. Hawkeye bites his bottom lip as he slips his hand between them, palms over Mulcahy's cock trapped beneath his fatigues. It's got to hurt him when Hawk works him over like this, he's sure of it, but the muffled groans against his robe's fabric suggest otherwise. Maybe he's still just so sensitive that anything is good. From what little Hawkeye's gotten out of him, he can barely manage to touch himself without guilt ravaging his soul.
There are days where Hawkeye wants to swim all the way back to some Catholic school where little Johnny Mulcahy was taught to fear any sense of joy, pleasure, experience, delight, and give a dozen nuns a piece of his mind. If they love a man who overturned tables and chased people with a whip so much, then they'd adore Hawkeye Pierce.
But today is different. Today's the other kind of day, the one where Hawkeye wants to make Mulcahy feel so tenderly held and loved on that he forgets the sound of his own name. He forgets whatever they fucking did to him. He forgets everything but Hawkeye.
As Hawk gently grinds the heel of his palm along Mulcahy's hardness, the groans shift into such lovely musical moans that he's almost certain no one else has ever gotten to hear. He drinks them up, his heart racing, his eyes gazing unseeingly through the window. "That's it... C'mon, d'you know how good you're doing?"
A sweet whimper hums against him like silk on skin.
What he wouldn't give to drop to his knees and put his mouth on him instead, really make him see stars. It's not fair that he's had his face fucked and his brain wiped clean a thousand times over and he can't even use what he learned on the very man he's so hungry for. Hungry to hold. To fall asleep with.
Getting too deep here, fella.
When he starts to pick up speed, press a little firmer, something shifts him, and it takes him a moment to realize what it was. Mulcahy's moving his hips, grinding against his palm, and it's so shocking that Hawk freezes in place. Mulcahy huffs, pulls his bathrobe harder, bucks forward one more time before he starts to lean away, but Hawk pushes him firmer against the wall, keeps him there. "No, no, that's good," he coaxes, keeping his voice low and sweet. It takes a long second, but with a shaky breath against him, Mulcahy begins moving once more. Participating. Chasing his pleasure.
It's the first time he's joined in, and it nearly makes Hawkeye dizzy with how the blood rushes straight south.
They work together, Hawkeye providing just enough pressure, Mulcahy providing the pace and the angle, and though he knows he's flirting with danger, he can't stop himself from cupping the back of Mulcahy's head. Like he found a button, the moans pick up in astonishing volume, and Hawk squeezes his eyes shut, takes a chance on faith alone that no one's going to suddenly head this way and need this man who should belong to everyone more than he belongs to Hawkeye, who Hawk is going to have all the same.
And when Mulcahy breaks, his voice cracks on a raw, "Hawkeye—" and nothing could stop him from pulling him tight against his chest, holding him close.
There is no heaven and yet Hawkeye suddenly understands why there are people who believe in it, because it's difficult to imagine this sense of flying and hope and pure delight being something that one rarely gets to receive. He grins, nuzzles Mulcahy's hair. "God. Perfect. That was so good. Hey, how, how are you?"
Sometimes Mulcahy needs to cry. Sometimes he needs to pull away. Very rarely, he'll strike a coy joke, the kind that make Hawkeye burst out laughing from sheer relief. But this time, Mulcahy tips his head up to meet his eyes, takes a deep breath, then bobs up and presses his mouth to Hawkeye's chin.
They pause. Stare. Mulcahy clears his throat. "I-I don't think I aimed that quite where I—"
Hawkeye cups his face in both hands and crushes him into the wall with a breathless kiss, and God help him, but Mulcahy holds him right back.
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eemamminy-art · 5 months
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for how hot: aymeric
Aymeric as a man:
Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD HAVE MERCY
Aymeric as a woman:
Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD HAVE MERCY
I like Aymeric a lot but I see him in the game and I am just like :) but when I see him in fanart as a woman or imagine him that way I am like, there she is!! The angel of Ishgard!!!!!!!!!! Halone's chosen herself!!!!
hope this helps ghdsjgjds
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dancinbutterfly · 1 year
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idk if you are actually doing the 🌹thing but... a lil bouquet for you xoxo 🌹🌹🌹
Baby you know i am. That's FOUR. That means I get to post FOUR LINES.
Kids like this don't make themselves. He narrows his eyes and looks at the man who could probably have him disappeared a dozen ways with nothing but a text and weighs his options. He can feel Morpheus is still shaking, decides 'fuck it' and chooses violence. "You can call me Hob, and all you need to know is your son calls me daddy too."
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in-my-loki-feels · 21 days
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🍄🖍️🤔❤️!
Thank you for the ask! ❤️ 🍄Describe your wip /one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___” Overexcited puppy + short-tempered god = Match made in chaos (This one was harder than I thought😂)
🖍Post Any sentence from your wip: “I suppose I missed my brother," he said, then glanced away with a wet laugh and added, “Perhaps that’s true of all Lokis.”
🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet? Cowboy Lokius! But that's too easy of an answer because I won't shut up about it, so instead let's saaaay....something involving Loki in a collar? I honestly can't stop thinking of Loki on his knees in a collar (not necessarily a time collar) and would love to explore that more. There's just something about the flavor of someone incredibly powerful giving up control to the person they trust the most. *chef's kiss*
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faemytho · 2 months
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abyss for the character bingo? 👀
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okay might as well get the blorbo im most unhinged about out of the way
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itstimetodrew · 1 month
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5, 12, and 21 for Drew?
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5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?
Everyone wants to know the songs!! Side question I'll make, in general I believe that the vibes for the band Phoenix are right up Drew's alley. Alternative synth-pop French band. They even have a song called Trying To Be Cool!!
12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?
That he'd like Phoenix sjgf ummmmmm I've written a fic that touches on some backstory stuff I made up. I like the idea that at his fancy LaRousse home he met Roselia as a Budew in the greenhouse they had. So they had plenty of time to bond and practice and for her to evolve even before he could start competing in contests. He will be the 18 year old with 10 years experience that all companies desire.
21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?
I don't write much because I hate having to pin down and stick to a dynamic between two characters or a backstory. I am one of those people where I have 394 blorbo universes in my head that are equally valid! But they aren't very expansive. So that intimidates me from writing a lot about characters like Drew because I feel pressured to choose one path to develop really well. Scary! Because I think he has so much potential in different directions...like an eevee 🥺 I wanna write something about him and Absol one day...itstimetodrew multiverse perhaps.
But overall I just love writing about his internal view of things! He's a character that keeps to himself but is very perceptive. And I'm the writer that loves to spend paragraph upon paragraph on inner thoughts and backstory between snippets of dialogue hehe
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eirenical · 2 months
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WIP Title Game
Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
I was tagged by both @miss-ingno and @bbcphile and I haven't done this in a while so there ARE actually new things to add. ^_^ Also, classes start tomorrow so I could use a little distraction. Because I keep trying to find last minute things for myself to do instead of chilling out and relaxing and I need to stop doing that. O_o;;;
(These are alphabetical except for the newest categories (and thus fic) being at the top.)
Mysterious Lotus Casebook:
storytelling au (otherwise known in some circles as the "the donghai battle WAS a hatefuck" fic) ;D
JLQ dual cultivation noncon
dual cultivation (answered)
South Wind Knows:
drunk fic
DMBJ:
Laire fic heiping smut outtake
piaopiao fic
Time Swap AU
Wu Xie behind the Door AU
Xiaoge buried in cats fic
Composite Events II
___ birthday fic (name removed to preserve anonymity)
Jaded 2
Dollhouse HeiPing prequel thoughts
Granting You a Dreamlike Life
Awards Show Aftermath
brothel au thoughts
Chapter 3 – The Floating Life
Fusheng lives BUT AT WHAT COST
LFS Mei Gao Mei fic
Nightmare Art
Retribution
Soul of the City
threesome fic
Guardian
Amnesia
baiyubai inspired fic
elenothar birthday fic 2021 (…………..oops? XD)
lighthouse keeper fic_cowrite (elenothar)
Mirror Mirror
Shen Wei college fic 01
Shen Wei noncon
Thermos Commercial fic thoughts
The Kinge’s Avatar
Ye Xiu noncon
Hair the musical
AlgeaIII_
Les Miserables
Muet14
The Untamed
Legacies Found
Tagging: @elenothar, @fixaidea, @jadedbirch, @zoi-no-miko, @difeisheng, @laireshi, @enechelon, @buriedbybooks, @thearchivist-theprime, @slangerogkatter, @kingesstropolis, @lizardrosen, omg I have totally forgotten who is writing things these days. OTZ If you follow me and you see this and you want to do it, please consider yourself tagged and come tag me back so I can see what you're working on! ;D
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eyecicles · 2 months
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7 for L and 20 for B? :)
7. What is something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?
I love it when fanartists exaggerate L's features. Especially his eyes or posture, haha. And it might sound, uh, weird, but I also like it when artists let him be gross.
20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?
Oh, good question. I think B and Ryuk could have a lot of fun together... Ryuk is also one of the only characters that not only wouldn't mind how fucked up he is, but would likely even appreciate it.
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tickfleato · 8 months
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i would like to see Scoby 3-D
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highly uncommon scobyface
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samanthahirr · 11 months
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‘Call Me Darling, I Come Running’ , please
Dearest anon, thanks for this ask for the WIP Game! YES, I am so excited to share about my latest 00Q fic, which is very nearly ready for posting!
I've been playing around with cover art, so here's a sneak peek:
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Call Me Darling, I Come Running
Summary: On a quiet night off in London, Bond receives a mysterious text to come to Q’s aid. But just what kind of trouble is Q in? And why does he require Bond to pose as his boyfriend?
Here's an excerpt:
Q opens his front door, very-much alive and just a touch wild-eyed, still wearing the same jumper he'd worn in the office that morning. “Oh, James, did you not get my text?” he says loudly for the benefit of someone else.
Hand hovering near his holster, James pushes past Q into the front room…where a young woman sits on a sofa, looking teary and anxious. Not an obvious, immediate threat, but he doesn’t like the way she looks James up and down, measuring him for something. “Did I?” James asks, turning back to Q. “I’m sorry, darling. I must’ve forgot to turn my mobile back on after my meeting. I see you have a guest; I’ll just drop this off, leave you two to catch up—”
Q pulls him into a kiss, one hand on the back of James’s head to hold him still, and James instinctively tightens his grip on the takeaway bag to counteract his surprise. His senses, already on high alert, zero in on soft lips, light stubble, and the scents of orange and bergamot. Even as he’s impressed by Q’s boldness and how directly he’s illustrating the degree of intimacy he expects from James’s role this evening, James can’t help enjoying the intimacy of the moment.
Q pulls back and smiles at him, an open and earnest expression that erases the creases of exhaustion Q’s worn of late. Not that James has been paying attention to the quartermaster’s looks—of course not. He’s merely observant, that’s all.
“No no,” Q says, hand stroking down James’s cheek to land on James’s chest, the gesture familiar, comfortable. “You’re here now. I’d like to introduce you to someone.”
I'll call this my WIP Wednesday post for @mi6-cafe, just a few hours early! And the story itself is complete and Brit-picked, just a few final edits to make. Thanks again for the ask, anon!
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remyfire · 8 months
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ooooohhhh Remy!!!!!!!! 🎲 for beejhawk, if the spirit so moves you???
AAAAA bless you, I was starting to wonder if just no one wanted this meme!! You get! A kiss in greeting!!
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Kiss Roulette
It turns out that you can actually get used to anything in ways that you never expected could possibly be true. Hawk got used to the loudness of Boston as a resident. He got used to sleeping through bickering roommates in a little tent in Korea. He's even gotten used to the rhythm of running a medical practice again—family, something that lets him sleep easier through the night with every month that ticks by.
Honestly, the most unexpected thing that's finally become comfortable is how he feels in those rare weekends when he's in close proximity to Beej.
He never thought that could be possible. There was something about living on top of that man at the 4077th that kept Hawk an almost constant live wire. He's pretty sure that two years ago, if scientists sat them down, hooked them up to machines, and asked for Hawk to grab BJ's shirt, the frenetic energy burning his veins and making his heart pound could've probably powered the whole Boston subway system. But the distance, being on opposite sides of the country, it's...it's helped. Really. It's better for them.
Well. It's better for the sanctity of BJ's marriage, at least. Not that Hawk would've ever...not that he...
Listen, dreams need to stay in silent nights where they belong, okay? That's what really matters.
But letters are easier, thick envelopes that contain nothing but the most brotherly of affections. Phone calls, for the past year or so, have been calm, not tinged with a manic rush to fill every piece of silence, their voices sometimes completely overlapping and still somehow managing to understand everything the other was saying. And surprisingly, they've had opportunity to meet up at two separate medical conferences, and it's been fine! Better than fine! They can get dinner together and sit shoulder-to-shoulder during lectures and play poker for pennies, and Hawk can sometimes even sleep at night, knowing that BJ is only a floor or five away from him.
He cherishes this. There's...something unfathomably lovely in knowing that they have a lifelong friendship, the kind that's gonna last for the rest of their lives. One day, Hawk'll find time to date again. Maybe he'll be able to have kids after...after some more time to... Well, anyway, maybe he'll be able to go to California sometime and meet Erin for real and give Peg a nice kiss on the cheek, and maybe he'll have someone he can bring with him too, right? And it'll be nice. Better than nice.
Hawkeye is pondering all of this as he buttons his shirt after his shower at their third shared medical conference since they got back from the years he has ground down into a powder and blown out the window. He checks his chin to make sure that where he nicked himself shaving has finally stopped bleeding and isn't visibly irritated. The color of his shirt is nice on him. He's finally used to the silver in his hair, and as he flicks a lock away from his forehead, he wonders if BJ's finally succumbed to Peg's teasing and shaved his mustache, or if he's kept the dashing—
Anyway, Hawk's shirt looks good. Better than good.
There's a knock at the door and Hawkeye takes a deep breath, brushes his sleeve off, and wanders toward the door, cool as a cucumber. The moment he opens it, he grins, instantly caught in the warm rays of BJ Hunnicutt's smile. He's in about as loud of a shirt as he could get away with here as a professional, a sunny madras plaid mixed with pink and golden beams that make him think of what a sunset over California's beaches must feel like. Hawk is so overwhelmed by that platonic fondness that he laughs and reaches to pull him in for a hug.
"Hey!" Hawk exclaims just before he presses a kiss to BJ's soft mouth.
And then his heart explodes in his chest.
Hawkeye immediately pulls back with huge eyes. Stops. Breathes.
It turns out that BJ's cheeks can turn pinker than the lines on his shirt.
"Hi," BJ says very, very softly, his mouth hanging open after the word slips out.
Oh god shit fuck you've gotta be fucking kidding me.
Okay, he can fix this, actually. He's just gotta...
Hawk forces another laugh, and it might've even worked if Beej hadn't spent so many years hearing the real thing. "Wow! God, have you ever been so happy to see a pal, you just—"
BJ shoves Hawk back hard with one hand on his chest, slams the door behind him, then whips Hawkeye around by the wrist to slam back into the wall. Like a hurricane, Beej breaks forward and buries his fingers in Hawk's wet hair just before he kisses him with smoldering intent.
It turns out that you can actually get used to anything. Like the taste of your best friend's tongue. Like the sting in your scalp that makes you groan. Like the heat of tears rushing down your face from something that can only be described as bone-shaking relief.
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eemamminy-art · 5 months
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how hot is that character: Minfillia
Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD HAVE MERCY
(@strawbebbynya also asked)
I like Minfilia :3 I'm not really into her design but I love her as a character! I loved one of her concept art designs that gave her a different outfit..
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I feel like if this was her canon design I would be visually a lot more into her 👀
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