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astrabond · 2 years

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new tricks // james bond x ftm OC

a/n: the world needs more trans character fics !!! trans joy my beloved. this is 100% me projecting. feel free to leave opinions!!

warnings: no sex, just …heavy petting ? oc was made to wear feminine clothing for a mission

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"Hmm?" The other man hummed, and that was when he felt a hand gently brush the shoulder of his dress off, followed by tutting. "I'm going to kill him." Shivers ran down his spine as Bond unclamped the bra that held padding to his chest. He nearly screamed when he felt lips against his back. Still kissing up and down his spine, he pushed off the other strap of the dress, letting that fall forward and the bra fall to the floor.

On instinct he immediately covered his chest up with his arms. He wasn't too confident in the scars that adorned his chest, disrupting the smooth planes of his skin. They were bumpy and jagged and purpling against his pale complexion. Another tut from James, his lips now ghosting across the back of his neck, moving across his now exposed shoulders. He shivered again as the agent pushed his arms away from his chest.

"You look so much better like this. Magnificent." His nose bumped his jaw and he felt like he could cry for a whole new reason now, feeling the older man's lips trail across his neck as he was pulled back into his bare chest. A rough hand moved up from where it had settled on his side, moving up to hold his chest back, settling over his peck. "God." James followed that comment by a curse under his breath. "A work of art." His skin was rapidly heating up under his touch, the room felt a lot hotter all of a sudden.

"Bond." His voice was weak and barely there as he breathed out, relaxing against the other man, succumbing to his embrace.

And in seconds, any sensible thought about James' reputation and supposed sexuality was gone.

Because their lips connected. It was quick, with clashing teeth and a smirk. Bond's bright blue eyes stared into his as he was swiftly spun around, though the others hand immediately made its way back to his chest. "You okay?" His voice had a mischievous glint in it, and that reflected in the way his smirk widened at the blushing mess he was holding onto.

"Mhm." Was all he could manage out, his eyes wide and his cheeks a flaring red.

"Hmm, now let this old dog learn some new tricks." He hummed, his face finding its way into the crook of his neck.

He felt weightless as he was practically pushed back onto the bed so he was laying down, the silk still covering his hips and thighs as James leant over him. "You are a work of fucking art." He murmured, simply staring down at him. Xander covered his face with his hands, his cheeks crimson out of pure embarrassment of his coworker seeing him so exposed.

James' fingers began tracing the puffy red lines on his chest, back and forth, back and forth. All the while he reminded him he was stunning, a work of art. Compliments flew off his tongue in a way Xander never expected, because this time, they were directed at him.

"My handsome boy." The nickname rolled off his tongue like warm honey as his head dipped down to make contact with the scars, kissing along them. “A masterpiece.” His lips were feather-light along the pink scars and he spent several minutes mumbling praises as he made sure he kissed every single inch. He tried not to think about how many times the man had whispered similar things to countless other people, but he allowed himself to sink into the bliss. The false reality where they were together. And that was made a whole lot easier when their lips connected again, Xander’s hands coming up to grasp his bicep and jaw.

"Look at you. Like a fucking angel. Laid out for me." He mumbled against his lips, the kiss momentarily pausing as Bond kissed his chin, then his nose. "You should be in a museum, you were carved by the most expert hands. Look at you, a fucking perfect work of art." Tears dribbled out the corners of his eyes. No one in his life, pre or post, had ever spoken to him the way Bond had. "Shhh, shhhh." His cheeks were pink and flushed as tears rolled down towards his hairline. "I've got you." An arm wrapped around his back and he was pulled up to his chest.

#james bond x oc #james bond x ftm oc #james bond fanfic #fanfiction #no relationship just hot boy summer #m/m fanfic #idiots in love #ftm character #trans character #fanfic #astrabond #oneshot #james bond oneshot #ftm body worship #soft love

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femboykyo · 4 months

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Guess what this boi got for Christmas?!!! I'm gonna read all of them in a day!

#moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #yuukuko no moriarty #albert james moriarty #louis james moriarty #sherlock holmes #mtp #ynm #james bonde #sebastian moran #sherliam x oc #sherliam x male oc #sherliam

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crewman-penelope · 3 months

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From one Botanist to another - Part 8

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8 - A lovely surprise

Morningstar didn't let you go. But he gave you time to get to know him.

You both started simple. Spending time in the garden, followed by small gestures of adoration.

Fresh picked flowers at your bedside. Your favourite desserts. Kissing your knuckles.

Eventually, you became more comfortable around Lyutsifer. Still found the name .... weird. The more time you spent with him, the farer away seemed your days in the old laboratories of the MI6. Sharing a room with, even the bed, felt safe. His soft snore at night were your lullaby.

You looked forward to breakfast with him, sharing tea with him, while the taste of the garden honey treats your tongue.

Try my new mixture, Lupine. I used more Marigold with this one ...

One could speak of a golden cage - alas this cage was a whole island, with harsh cliffs and dark waterline, wild spots of forest and a Puffin sanctuary to watch.

A month went away, then another ...

"You need something to do, Lupine.", Lyutsifer told you one morning, as you steered honey into your tea.

"Agree, Morningstar."

You watched him curiously. The man in front of you were no stranger any more. Not only the view of him. His small as strong appearance, his clear-cut wardrobe, the well coiffed hair. But more importantly, the scent of him.

Earth and flower, salt heavy air and hand sanitiser.

The shimmer of his storm-blue eye, when he was watching you. His scarred face lighten up, when you join him in his father's garden. His cheering smile, a smile only for you.

Today, his smile was particular wide and the glimmer in his eyes nearly childish.

"Morningstar? What have you done?"

"Nothing!", he said with a chuckle. "It's just a little surprise for you."

He sat his cup away and rose from his cushion, correcting his robe by that.

You looked at the hand he offered you.

"Come, Lupine. Let me show you."

The touch of his hand was welcoming, his skin dry and warm. He leaded you through the facility in his usual firm step. Guards and servants rushing out his way.

Finally, he entered a room with you and stepped aside, so you could have a look around.

White walls and metal shelves. Steal sideboards and tables, carefully decorated with plants, the hum of a Ventilator system in the air.

You walked to the work bench, observing the different accessories. This microbiology laboratory was perfectly equipped. From Bunsen burner to the microscope, autoclave sterilisation and centrifuges, to the incubator.

"What...Morningstar?" You turned to him, excitement rushing through your veins.

Lyutsifer stepped closer to you. His face was a facade of confidence, but his thumbs were fiddling.

"I thought I should put your intellect to good use.", he said. "There is a wild fungus causing trouble in my herb garden. I think you should start with that ..."

Is eyes wandered to the work bench.

Following his glance, you became aware of the Petri dishes.

You breathed out in relief. Morningstar gave you the best present. To feel useful.

You turned back to him and reached out. Cupping gently his face, the touch of braille and dry paper, your mouth found his warm, lush lips.

The kiss was gentle as adoring, welcomed and sloppily answered. You paused shortly to mutter a thank you, realising then, that you are thanking him already, and leaned in again. This time, his hand found its way to your waist. Pressing you at him, Morningstar answered greedily. Wanting. Longing. Like you needed it.

You needed it.

Taglist: @lokis-tardis-companion19 @infinitegalahad @koshi-sama @daughterofthesilmaril @cynic-station @ladyl0wkey @elliotmalek @ellen-the-wise @villainworshiper @cuckoo-on-a-string

#safin sunday #rami malek #lyutsifer safin #james bond #lyutsifer safin x oc #lyutsifer safin x reader #lyutsifer safin imagination #lyutsifer safin fanfiction #rami malek fandom #james bond fandom #safin x reader #from one Botanist to another #from one Botanist to another 8 #rami malek character #rami malek fanfiction

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bewaretheidiotsofmarch · 9 months

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Here's a silly meme of my oc, Saville and Safin🤲🏼💓

a rare moment

The name of my oc is a play on an alternate spelling of my own last name

#lyutsifer safin #safin #no time to die #james bond fanart #james bond oc #oc x canon #lyutsifer safin art #bond oc #daniel craig bond #genderfluid oc #queer oc #marion saville

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defiant-art · 1 year

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my james bond self insert yay!!!! this is mr. oscar leporid aka rabbit’s foot :3 he’s a spectre agent sent to kill james bond (particularly sean connery’s portrayal) but they ended up falling in love and it turns into this whole thing like the genghis khan miike snow music video lol

selfship taglist! <3 @garden-of-seraphim @aliendater @feeniehutjrs @eventiiide @sunstar-of-the-north @gideongrovel @sweettoothselfships

let me know if u want to be added or removed!!

#mr. leporid #james bond #007 #oc #self insert oc #self insert #art #my art #fanart #drawing #digital art #selfship #artists on tumblr #self ship #selfshipping #selfship art #oc x canon #original character

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hammerbacks · 26 days

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Summary: James hates honeytrap ops, but can't work out what's suddenly changed his mind.

Part 18 of warm water.

#james bond #007 #j x k #fic: warm water #oc: kate llewelyn #ocappreciation #ocfairygodmother #sami writes stuff #dalts!bond is the most cynical of the lot about his job #by a country mile #therefore the most likely to pack it all in at the drop of a hat as well #would he know what to do with himself afterwards? absolutely not

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crooked-empire · 11 months

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I'm late by one day, but the 5th of June was Bond's birthday :D Happy Birthday my scrunkle!

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pickledpascal · 1 year

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Daniel Craig Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Series:

The Missing Link

Secret Weapon

ONE-SHOTS:

Achilles' Heel

Biological? I Barely Know Her!

Elle, Why Are You Up?

Support Local Business Women!

Dish Switch

Love Ya, Bye!

Stacy's Dad

Love Language

Researched

Red Carpet Realness

Do You Feel Bonita?

Speculation

Love Through The Years

Clear Air, Clear Lungs

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moonartemisia · 1 year

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Another BondWorth oc × Canon art!

Characters: James Bonde (Moriarty the Patriot) & my oc Stephanie Cris Hemsworth

#anime / manga #moriarty the patriot #yuumori #yuukoku no moriarty #yuumori oc #ocs #moriarty the patriot oc #james bond #james bond moriarty the patriot #ynm james bond #oc x cc #oc x canon #moriarty the patriot james bond #james bonde #yuumori james bond #mtp james bond #yumejoshi

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blankdblank · 11 months

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Protego Pt 14 - Dreams

Masterlist here

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Nymphadora Tonks, it was a good thing that they had gotten the place when they did as a baby arrived out of the cosmos. Good news for the exiled older brother who had a proposal on his own mind after the elopement ceremony one day when they were a bit older and he had more to offer as a prospective husband, one more tiny relative to be at their own ceremony years off.

This year would be a rather tame interval year, between the impossible exams, but for Jewels and Lily it would be a year to try and up efforts to rebuild the bond with Petunia that got scuffed in their acceptance into Hogwarts without her. Good progress was being made of translation on notes found on the books, scrapbooks and notes photographed found to be in Parseltongue Jewels translated with ease with use of a charm that would read the chicken scratch language aloud. Mostly useless so far, but progress on tips they would hand over to others who were aimed at fighting Riddle to the bitter end.

Snape being the one to later on decide to be the main channel of that information, but for now he was still puzzled at why his friend had asked permission to date Sirius. Lily hadn’t asked what he thought prior to plans to date a seventh year named Nigel. A boy who would test the truth to the pact the entire school set the year prior to keep James from doing anything harmful to another student.

But now since day one, seeing that after supper Sirius simply walked straight down to the Slytherin dorm with his other relatives, James was trying to act like a changed person. Pretending he didn’t want to hex other students, but the proof was right there, in his eyes. That same glare and deep coldness that seeped from those dark eyes.

“Lily did you want to go? I’m getting a special pass for a night out I can take two guests.”

“You told me about it in your letter, you know I don’t like mystery movies.” Lily replied flatly as she poured over a notebook to work out the right technique for a gift for her favorite professor who had connections in the Ministry and could help her get into the Auror Program if she missed the mark a bit.

“But, it’s my first-,” Jewels squeaked in a deflated tone to the turn of her sister away to show her notebook to her boyfriend to get his tips on the spell. Right off the chair in the study hall she turned to rise up on her feet to make her way to someone else. “Mermaid day,” she whispered to herself at the reminder left in her planner on why Sirius had his first free period booked today.

“Tuesday, five o’clock.” Jewels said with a smile luring one across her dripping wet boyfriend’s face as he toweled off on the edge of Black Lake, visibly nibbled on after trying yet again to find the proper guilty pleasure snack a Kelpie would want after that peanut butter fiasco years prior.

“What is happening Tuesday?” Sirius asked and she poked him in the belly.

“My premier, Fuzzy face.” Smiling wider in a sway on her feet out of glee.

“That is fantastic,” his eyes sweeping over her face after his quick peck he left on her cheek to not get her absolutely soaked in a hug.

“Did you want to go? I get a special pass and Flitwick has to go, but I can have two guests.”

“And we’re going with Lily then? So I can color coordinate?” the sudden drop of her excitement had him, Remus and Regulus move closer, Sirius being the one to put his hands on her arms in support. “Please tell me she didn’t pick a fight, not at your news.”

“She doesn’t like mysteries.” Jewels replied weakly.

“What about Petunia?” Remus asked and she looked at him. “She like mysteries? You said you got her that historical thriller set last year for her birthday. She is your sister they don’t have a Muggle ban for celebratory events.”

That had her face light up again and she asked, “How would I even ask her?”

“Floo network,” they said together. The boys scrambled into their clothes that would be spotted with water stains so they could guide the again giggling girl to sneak through the tunnel underneath the Whomping Willow and hurry to Hog’s Head Inn, where they knew the keep would help them.

“Alberforth, Mr Alberforth!” they boys panted and had the brother to their Headmaster look them and the notable girl between them over. “Can we borrow your fireplace?”

“I am inclined to normally refuse, however you have piqued my interest, why do you need my fireplace?”

“I’m an actress,” she spoke up and his eyes focused on her, “I got a special pass on Tuesday and my sister here doesn’t want to go, so they said your fireplace could help me invite my other sister, who is studying at a Muggle University.”

“Ah, take it you haven’t used a fireplace to communicate before then?”

“No,” she said plainly and he nodded his head to the side, and took her back to the fireplace in his own private study to get a proper fire going.

“Now you put your face in the flames.” She blinked up at him and he chuckled, “No heat or burns, give you my word.” Kneeling on a cushion on the edge of the flames she settled and tentatively did as he said, stating the address and then poked her head into the flames.

A face, sudden out of the corner of her eye Petunia inside the library, parked in a seat beside the fireplace she always chose, looked up at thinking she saw a face. Not any face but her youngest sister’s, and sure enough in a fire that wasn’t there before flickering in an otherworldly red color she saw Jewels smiling up at her. In a whisper the flame began to speak, “Petunia, now you haven’t gone mad, I didn’t have time for a letter. But I wanted to say my first film is premiering on Tuesday at five, did you want to come? I can have two guests. It’s a mystery.”

“If, if you would want me there,” she said and let out a breath, “I could use a night out. Terrible exam Monday,” and Jewels smiled wider. “What are you and Lily wearing? I would hate to stick out and spoil the party.”

“Oh, Lily said she doesn’t want to go see a mystery, doesn’t like them.”

“But it’s your film,” Petunia said in a lower tone matching her sister’s.

“She’s working on an extra project to impress her favorite professor, some back up plan to win her points towards his next connection in the job field she wants.

“The police work,” Petunia said and Jewels nodded.

“Sirius said he would come, you could meet. Told him all about you.”

“Alright,” she said with a creeping grin of her own, “I suppose over winter you both could have a dinner with me and Vernon. What sort of clothing does one wear to a Witch film premier?”

“Well I’m wearing the purple dress Mummy bought me last year. Gladrags in Hogsmeade doesn’t exactly have a formal section or anything.” She accented with a chuckle Petunia shared with her.

“I would suppose not. I will wear my silver one then Mummy bought me for the same party.”

Contradictory, a low dipping purple thick strapped dress that hugged at the top to flair out in the knee length skirt in a layered deep violet color like a flower, would mix with the strapless floor length dress. Black and deep silver that would bleed out lighter in shades of silver over the layered panel skirt to mimic a flower of a different breed. Heels to match would be paired with small accenting hair pieces Jewels would design and magic up for them to match the look and make for a special night for the sisters and Sirius, who was glad to be going in support. Wearing his black to green ombre velvet dress suit embroidered in a color changing flowery pattern with a rose in his lapel to match the flower theme.

The night went absolutely lovely, and while nervous Petunia was warmly welcomed as the fellow dark haired sister they surprisingly to her heard so much about over the years. Never a minute aside from a few blips of confusion over terms used where she felt absolutely at odds with these people. On top of which she got to put faces to names in meeting Minerva and Flitwick who had been named in ample letters before.

The big shiny bow to the evening were the slew of photographs taken, many of which Jewels would copy and send to her sister when they published, same as the ones she would try to give to Lily but find later abandoned when jealousy struck in having missed the event.

Praise and compliments on the successful film had offers to have her and Bernadette film a couple more this summer. Along with news of a play they would head this winter break they’d been sent scripts of early. Word was picking up of a talented set of starlets on the rise to lead their generation. And more than Jewels had hoped for already her hard work showed proof of paying off some and room to expand on that growth in decades to come.

Already she could see herself in her gold and silver years with a long career behind her, Sirius still supportive as ever, having been at her side in every step of the way. She could see it now, and even in a few months together with just kisses and cuddles to have shared in times stolen alone without noticing it she had felt a new ache to dream of a question she hoped he might ask her to name their future together. Their future and so many possibilities of what could come of it.

“You should give him a gift too,” Lily said in a week of trying to make up and make herself feel better for avoiding the premier. “He let us both into the Slug Club. Asks us for dinners, just in case you change your mind on the stage one day.” The thought stung, that her sister assumed she might ever just give up when Lily hadn’t lifted a finger to so much as look into any of her plays or films. All the same she made a pocket watch that would sing a song only he can hear with a topaz bird on the front of it to pair oddly with Lily’s choice of a lily petal that turned into a fish Slughorn would name Francis. Gifts from two of his most talented Slug Club students he found most intriguing on their own and together.

Winter break didn’t show signs of the stage being accepted more than it had been same as come summer time the roles had been the new focus, enabling a certain empathy free ungovernable teen to come and pick up the deflated mood of the fiery haired sister who again felt left behind.

Already James had wanted to help in what the rest of his former group of inseparable friends had going on, something aided by a talk to Albus who had extended a place within a secret Order now able to make use of tips the group felt James capable of passing on without getting too much in their own plans. Eventually pulling Lily and her hopes of spare efforts towards her Auror dreams into the fold and danger. Much to the regret of her sister who aimed to keep her safe from this war somehow.

Summer didn’t do any better for either of the duo. Now Lily had dumped her boyfriend in the last week of it to spontaneously be deeply entrenched in a relationship with the somehow ‘matured’ James. The boy who always got what he wanted one way or another now had Lily Evans on his arm so enamored by him and all he swore to do to end this terrible war she was threatened by. He aimed so high that he could use the sun to block view of nothing to hide there was no way he could pull it off alone as he claimed, and Lily, blinded by her own lack of insight into how things worked felt her own dream in helping him was achievable that much easier.

Head Boy, Remus sat staring at his badge that would match the female counterpart of Head Girl Pandora, who had become very close to the blonde dorm mate of Regulus, Barty, Severus and Sirius down in Slytherin who kept muttering about Nargles and other unknown creatures. A title that came with a much needed special apartment Remus would share with her and enable him to get out of the Gryffindor dorm and study hard on his own NEWT aspirations. And to be honest, the night he knew Lily would creep in to murder James he did not want to be witness to it, knowing fully the veil would drop and his game would eventually end. He did not want to be there when James lost his nerve and began hexing people again for no reason or little reason at all.

Two days at a Muggle spa a weekend trip away to bond with Jewels was recalled by Petunia as she sat with her boyfriend Vernon in talks of finances over a future place to live. Already he was bonding with her parents and now her youngest sister, proving he’d be tolerant at least of the actress and odd boyfriend of hers, just leaving Lily as the wild card in the bunch with her new guy.

Petunia’s two year degree was up soon and his as well, with a good job lined up in the works. So now was the time to plan for the next step in her life while trying not to focus on worries she had started to pick up on for her younger sisters making their new lives without their parents to guide them like they did her. That was the drawback of being the only non-Witch child, Mr and Mrs Evans knew her world and how to help her, but not the two special girls who had been sent off to a new one.

She was planning, and to be honest if her children turned out to be Witches too she couldn’t be certain if she would be able to send them away. Sure now they would have aunts who had connections in that world, but she couldn’t imagine not being able to help her children grow and thrive all on her own. And still since that letter from when she was a child and was refused permission to attend Hogwarts she doubted she could learn about enough to be useful. She didn’t want to lose her sisters again by having non-magical children and not encouraging them to want to explore the world she didn’t feel welcomed in.

Glittering skin, more than usual and random flashes of nausea and light headedness for a few weeks now had Jewels a bit concerned for if she’d picked up a bug like some of the cast had in her second film that was shot near to a desert in Egypt. But she’d never thought she’d just collapse in the middle of her Magical Creatures class and have to be carried to the Hospital Wing.

“Keep flat, dear,” Madame Pomfrey said, hand on her shoulder as she stirred. “I heard you had a fright in Kettleburn’s class.”

Jewels shook her head, “No, it was that smell, burnt corn, I think I picked up a bug in the desert.” On the side of the bed she settled and listened intently to all the given symptoms, even noting them down on a sheet and asking more questions.

“To narrow things down, I would like to test one thing, and this stays between us, is there any chance, any physical chance you might be pregnant?” Jewels’ pulse quickened, “There are a good deal of medicines that in cases of pregnancy could be harmful, not just to a child, but to you.”

“Once,” she whispered, “We did, just the once. In Egypt when filming wrapped, he planned a nice dinner inside one of the pyramids.”

Madame Pomfrey moved her hand to lay it over the girl’s, “We’ll test for that first, and after dig from there if it is negative.”

Blue, the crystal band snapped around Jewels’ wrist changed colors and was the first step of confirmation. To be followed by a series of crystal pads laid across her bared belly to project a colorful blob with a heartbeat a small enchanted crystal recorded the sound she could play back whenever she cared to same as a projection of the image. Now she just had to tell people, Sirius, her sister, friends, professors, sure enough the whole school would know.

“There she is,” Regulus said smiling at the slightly pale teen who came up to them inside an empty hall they often plotted in.

Remus asked at her complexion, “Sneak out or did you get let out? Look a bit pale.”

“By the tree,” she said pushing a hand weakly into Sirius’ side jolting his brows up.

“Okay,” he murmured moving to go along.

“We don’t get to know?” Alastor chuckled teasingly.

“I have to, tree first.” She murmured and led the one away from the chuckling group who kept watch of the entire numb footed stroll to the unimportant pine tree where Sirius turned to face her. “You took me to the pyramids,” she said and a wide enamored smile at the memory eased across his face.

“I remember, I’ll never forget.” And in a moment something dawned across his expression, “Did that, you fainted,” sharply he drew in a breath and asked in a mix of fear and excitement, “Are we having a baby?”

“I know we, tried not to.”

The drop of her eyes to the ground halted in his lean in to tilt her chin up and have her look at him through the glide of his hand across her cheek, “This is all I could have dreamed of.” His head cocked to the side a moment, “Granted I wanted to be making 40k a year and have you well off in your own career first, couple dogs or cats perhaps, but we can do this. I can talk to your parents, we can talk to mine.”

“Why?” she asked in an uncertain squeak. “You could do anything.”

“So can you,” he said lovingly, “And I’d love to share every bend and break along the road if you’d keep me by your side. We can plan it all out, graduate, settle a place to stay and make our own for our baby. Will you keep me?”

“I will.” She said and he moved in to engulf her in an excited hug.

“We’ll plan it all out,” he said as he drew back to see her sniffle and reach up to wipe her cheek. “You don’t have to be afraid we’ll plan everything, we have time.”

“I just realized,” she squeaked, “I still don’t know my birth mother’s name, and now,” he shook his head.

“We’ll dig again. Harder. Our baby is going to know who their grandmother is. I will make certain of it.” He said and she nodded making him grin again and ask, “Can we go tell my brother or did you want to finish planning first before we share?”

“We can tell him,” wider his smile spread and he took a step back.

“Ooh,” he said and dug his enchanted pouch out of his pocket that held his belongings to find while the group learned about the startling but exciting news accentuated by the presentation of a ring box to Jewels that had her jaw drop. “I didn’t know what you liked so if you don’t like it consider it a stand in for the one we can get on the big day.”

A bit giggle worthy in size the firefly ring reached from one knuckle to the next. The face of gold to meet the upper part of the body made of five lines of small square emeralds between golden stripes shaped like a pentagon. That topped a shield shaped moonstone lower half of the body secured by simple golden prongs while tanzanite strips made out the four golden bordered wings of the firefly he said would glow in moon and starlight. Large and art deco in style the ring had her crash into his chest for the unique ring she loved that would be proof of the foundation of plans to come.

Pt 15

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femboykyo · 4 months

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When I write sad scenes I don't cry often but writing a scene where Juniper could be dying and Sherliam are sad and panicked had me balling like a baby as I wrote it😭😭

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crewman-penelope · 1 year

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The Request

Short drabble, probably more chapters in time, Lyutsifer Safin / reader, 373 Words, fluff with a hint of smut

continuation from The Proposal

The four days work schedule was nice. Nevertheless, you found yourself more often spending time in the research laboratory in your private, free time.

Doctor Safin was always working. Or better .. checking at his workers.

You didn't mind. It felt good to have him around. Somebody, who spoke the same language.

«What are you doing here?» Doctor Safin's rasp voice let your heart skip for a second.

«Why are you sneaking up on me?», you retorted bravely. The cytometer hiding behind your back, you tried not to show your surprise.

«You are not in your duty shift.», the Doctor spoke stiffly.

You shrugged. «I had an idea that don't let me sleep. So I looked it up.”

«At three in the morning? Must be a rather brilliant idea.», he huffed, stepping closer.

«Or utterly nonsens.» You sighed and turned back to the cell copier. «At three in the morning one get a successful outbreak - or the results are humbug. There is no between.»

He chuckled. A sound that did something to your stomach. Was that fear? Or rather excitement?

«Well said.»

The doctor stepped closer, accidentally - accidentally? — caging you between the work bench and his body. Too close.

He leaned in peaking over your shoulder to look at the results the cytometer spat out.

His hand placed on your waist.

Not accidentally.

His reason to be awake at three in the morning.

«Not here. Not here, surounded by death and destruction.», you whispered, staring straight to the laboratory machine. Waiting. Knowing already what he would ask. Or would he order?

The scent of him - the garden as the damp of the facility - hit your nose.

«Will you come to my quarters then? After you finished?»

It was smoothly spoken. Nevertheless, you sense a hint of a plea. Fear of refusal?

Swallowing hard you gave him the pleasured answer. The only answer you could give a man like him.

«Of course... Lyutsifer.»

A heartbeat silence. His shockingly soft mouth at the back of your ear shell.

«I'm glad.» A whisper of relief.

You still stared at the cytometer by the sound of the closed door. Face burning hot. Heart fluttering like a bird in your chest. Feeling alive.

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its-ares · 2 years

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— We‘ll save him

contents: James Bond x Male OC Warnings: Mentions of blood and violence

My first request for the lovely @jiejie-eonni-onee-sama 💕

Alistair groans, his head pounding uncomfortably and something warm is running down his temple. He blinks a few times and gently turns his head back and forth. Alistair looks down to see that his hands and legs are tied to a chair. "What the hell," he murmurs, shaking the ropes. "Hey, anyone hear me?, he yells. The room he is in is almost dark, a window on the other wall lets some light shine into the room.

He shakes the bonds again and scolds himself. Alistair hears footsteps and freezes, before long the door to the room is unlocked. A middle-aged man enters the room. "Hello Sleeping Beauty," he laughs and approaches Alistair. When the older man stands in front of him, he strokes his cheek with his hand. Alistair flinches and the man looks angry. „Why am I here?", asks Alistair and looks more closely at the person opposite. He pulls a face and throws him full of hate "It's all your daddy's fault, you're only here because of him". „But why?" Alistair asks desperately. He wants to say more but the man hits him in the face with his palm. Tears well up in Alistair's eyes. This can't all be true, can it?

"Please, I'm sure we can find a solution. "Please, I'm sure we can find a solution. I can talk to my father, I can...", the man interrupts him and slaps him in the face again. A gush of blood runs from Alistair's nose, he groans and tilts his head back. „Your daddy can't help me anymore. He took everything from me, it's his fault", the kidnapper screams with tears in his eyes. „You're only here because of him, it's all his fault. And now he has to go through the same pain as me”, the man threatened and disappeared from the room

Alistair gets dizzy. It doesn't take long before he falls unconscious. Still unclear why he is here and what his father has to do with it.

Meanwhile in the Office of Alistair‘s Father

With trembling hands, the politican turns the letter back and forth. Tears well up in your eyes and he bangs his fist on the table.

I have your son. You will feel the same pain as me. You should have approved the sanctions against the company. It's your fault that my wife was taken from me. Now I'll take your son from you.

"Ahhh," the father screams and sweeps everything off his desk with one quick movement. He runs your hand through his hair. There's only one way to get your son back. For that he has to go to the man he hates the most. His Son's Boyfriend - James Bond. He grabs the kidnapper's letter and walks quickly out of his office. He goes to his car and makes my effort to notify his bodyguard. As he sits in the car, he murmurs "I'll get you back Alistair". The politican is on his way to his son's apartment where he lives with his Boyfriend. Why does it only have to be a British spy if he couldn't have found a man with a normal job?

After 30 minutes he parks in front of the apartment and goes upstairs with quick steps. He rings like a madman. It doesn't take long for the door to open. There he stands, the most arrogant spy in the world. James Bond. "What are you doing here?" James asks in surprise, raising his eyebrow. Alistair's father told him in no uncertain terms that he didn't like him and that he wasn't good enough for his son. To say that the two men hate each other would be an understatement.

"I need your help. It's about Alistair," his father breathes, holding up the letter with a trembling hand. He can't interpret James' expression. The spy opens the door wider and invites him in. The men go into the living room. James takes the letter and reads it. His gaze seems fixed and cold. He crumples up the letter and kicks the table. The spy turns to Alistair's father and says in a cold voice, "We will get him back. And if it's the last thing we do." Both men knew they had to bury their hatchet to find Alistair.

Back at Alistair

Alistair don't know how long he's been sitting in this room, he must have passed out at one point. The pain keeps getting worse. He thinks about his father and about his boyfriend - James. He thinks about how much his father and his boyfriend hate each other. Once the two men stared at each other until one blinked first, three guesses who lost. Alistair chuckles at the thought of the day, but the pounding in his head just got worse and he was sure blood was running down somewhere.

He hangs his head. He hopes his father will get him out of here soon. Tears run down his cheeks. He's tired and in incredible pain, but he's trying his best to stay awake. It doesn't take long for the kidnapper to come back into the room. Alistair gathers his strength and straightens up. "Why am I here? And what does my father have to do with it?” he says in a calm voice. He doesn't want to upset the man any further. His kidnapper laughs humorlessly and pulls a picture out of his pocket.

"This is my wife. Memorize the picture well, it will definitely be the last thing you see,” he says coldly. Alistair swallows. „Your father is responsible for the death of my wife. If he had ordered sanctions against the pharmacy company, my wife would still be alive. But he didn't and now she's gone. And now your father has to go through the same pain as me,” he yelled and took quick steps towards Alistair.

With a hard punch he hits Alistair in the face. The punch is so powerful that he falls off his chair. Alistair groans in pain. Again and again the kidnapper punches and kicks him, he was intoxicated. Alistair begs the man to stop, but that only fuels him further. After the kidnapper slams his head on the ground with full force, Alistair blacks out. He fights with all his might against unconsciousness. As if in a trance, he sees the door open and a person standing there. The kidnapper lets go of him and then a shot is fired.

Alistair‘s head feels heavy and more and more blood is pouring out of him. He sees the person coming toward him through a veil. The person bends down to him and all he sees are blue eyes that look so familiar. Then Alistair falls unconscious.

A constant beeping wakes Alistair. He slowly opens his eyes and blinks a few times. The room he wakes up in is painted white, he turns his head to the left and there is a machine next to the bed that he is hooked up to. „So that woke me up," he thinks and now turns his head to the right. His father is sitting there in the chair.

Tears of relief run down his cheeks. "Dad," Alistair sobbed. His father smiles and whispers, "My boy. Everything will be fine." The politician gets up and walks towards his son, He rests his forehead on Alistair's and murmurs endearing words. After a few minutes, the door opens and the father and son team separates. Alistair looks at the door and exhales audibly. There stands his Boyfriend - James Bond. "James," Alistair breathes, reaching out for him. James walks up to him and grabs his hand. He smiles and says "Hello darling".

James bends down to his Boyfriend and kisses him lovingly. Alistair breaks away from James and looks uncertainly at his father. But he just smiles and looks back and forth between the two. "It’s alright my boy. James and I got along,” reveals his father with a broad grin. The two men can see the question marks in his eyes. James agrees with the politician with a laugh. „Yes darling, your father and I get along better than ever. James has the same big grin on his face as his father. He actually wants to ask how it came about, but decides against it. „Please come here, I need you both," Alistair says exhaustedly and both men follow his wish.

James has sat down on the bed with him and his father is back in his chair. Both have clasped his hands and James softly whispers to him, "It's over. Rest Darling, your father and I are here”. Alistair falls asleep knowing that the two most important men in his life get along and he's back with them.

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