#alpha!james

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I fear the omegaverse has claimed me as well (I wrote the first chapter of an omegaverse Jegulus fic in one sitting)

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Omegaverse Sparrington

Omega!Jack x Alpha!James.

What if... Barbossa and Jack were a couple in search of the Aztec treasure, however, Barbossa's greed was bigger and more powerful, believing that his bond with Jack was a weakness, so he turns the entire crew against him and they abandon him on the island breaking the bond that almost kills him.

Jack manages to leave the island as he can, arriving in Port Royal meeting James, an alpha who was about to become a Commodore and who was currently rejected by beta! Elizabeth.

Here begins the journey of these two: the recovery of the Black Pearl, misunderstandings, Davy Jones, adventure, anguish, reunions, disappointments and more. With a happy ending for both of them.

[randomoutsiders]

alpha!james having respectfully waited for your consent to mark you for the first time and one day you just run into his office with this excited smile telling him that you're ready

"You are?" He beams with a grin, standing from his position behind the table. "Alright, then, I'm coming, puppy. Go get ready for me, yeah? I have a few calls to make and I'll be right there."

[randomoutsiders]

having thoughts on an alpha!hp character w a hufflepuff!reader being too shy to admit she’s in heat but she needs it so bad (i can’t think of a character tbh i’m a whore for the whole cast. i want the whole crew 😳)

James' lip juts out with a frown as you peer up at him with desperate optics. "Y'want me to take care of you?"

Your head bobs abashedly.

"Alright, angel, on the bed, now. I've got you."

[blauerkeks]

I hope you're feeling better now love :*

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The noise of someone sobbing echoed from the walls.

A muffled, barely audible voice spoke, but the words could not be understood over the crying. It had to be two persons at least, but James suspected there were more. The whole extent of this went over his head; someone had kidnapped Q, they found him, but now Q couldn't stop crying and no one could get a word out of him.

Finding out what happened was none of his business. Trying to get information out of the Omega not his priority. He had one, one thing that drove him crazy, that led his steps until he was in front of the hospital room Q was sitting inside, and that was calming him down.

Putting his gun back into his pocket, he gently pushed the door open, giving Q several seconds of time to realise who it was before he dared to enter. Sinking down on the ground, James took his gun and put it on the ground, followed by his hands, flat, palms on the cold floor. The kidnapper had been an Alpha. It was foolish to believe Q would let him close, but James hoped.

This feeling inside him wouldn't let him go.

"I'm James Bond, agent from MI6," he informed the nurse sitting at Q's bed, a Beta with her face only inches away from Q's, too close. "I have to ask you to leave."

"I doubt that is a good idea, you're an Al-"

James growled and bared his teeth, glaring at her until she flinched backwards and nearly fell off the bed. "I asked you to leave. I'd appreciate it if you would do as I said and fuck off."

He had never seen someone run away so quickly. She threw the door closed with a loud bang, the noise of her heels on the floor fading the further she ran away. Only when James could not hear her anymore, he turned his attention back to Q's form on the bed, careful not to make eye-contact so he wouldn't frighten him.

No one knew what they did to him. Q's past lay in the shadows, unknown, hidden, only the old M had known and she took that secret to the grave. James wanted to know, but knew that he had no right; he would wait, even if it would take years to get close enough.

The urge to take Q into his arms was stronger than ever. It had accompanied him ever since he first saw Q collapse crying, curled up in the corner of the shower cabin with his clothes soaked and wet, and not left.

The feeling was new, foreign, but James was a man of actions, not of hours spent thinking. He acted, just like he did now, stood up and walked over to the bed as slowly as he could. Q was frightened, he was scared, and the sight of him hurt James more than every bullet he took.

"Do you want to go home?" He asked, sitting down next to him on the bed. There were inches between them, more than enough space, but he felt himself lean in regardless, arms coming to wrap around the Omega's body. "I can order a cab for you, fill the papers out, just say a word-"

Instead of replying, Q threw himself into James' arms.

Surprised, James tightened his grip around him and moved him closer until he had the Omega in his lap. This wasn't how he imagined to have the Quartermaster in his lap - he wasn't without sin - for the first time, but he did not complain, not now.

He pressed a kiss on the top of Q's hair and brushed his hand up and down his back. If he wanted, he could have trailed down his spine, feel every single bone and muscle shift under his fingers, a beautiful body which shook under his hands in a tremor.

He could appreciate his beauty even in a situation like this, with Q's eyes swollen and red, his nose in an odd shape from being broken too often, with his lips bloody and a large cut across his forehead. Even now that he was in so much pain, James felt the softness of his curls as he ran his fingers through them.

It didn't seem to help much. James lay down on his back and pulled Q on top of him, then turned on his side to let him close. As it was a bit complicated to move them without letting go, it took him a few attempts, but thankfully Q let him without protest.

The sobbing had stopped by now. Q was silent, deadly so, and buried his face in James' neck, trying to burrow in his side, disappear, hide. Knowing the sentiment, James pulled the blanket over him until the only thing visible of Q's body was his hair. He looked small, fragile. Omegas tended to be that way, but it was unusual of Q to do nothing against this image. No harsh words, no insults, no showing off with gadgets or his intelligence.

It hurt to see him this way.

James slipped his hands underneath the blanket and petted Q's hair while brushing his hand up and down his back, always staying above his shirt. The scent of another Alpha lingered on his skin, faint, but it was there, just enough for James to cuddle closer so he could cover it with his own.

He had the feeling Q would prefer that.

"I'm sorry," Q mumbled, breaking the silence. "I... I know that I-I'm n-not the best person to be around right now..."

"Don't worry about it, Q. That doesn't matter right now." James kissed his hair again, burying his nose in the mess of curls to inhale deeply. Something warm, content boiled at the bottom of his belly, filling him with ease he always had associated with the young Omega in his arms. "All you have to worry about is surviving my cooking skills."

"What do you mean?" Q asked quietly enough for James to nearly not hear him, as he spoke against his neck.

"I will take care of you." James explained and gently made him look up, fingers under his chin. "You don't have to go through this alone."

James wasn't known for sentiment. But the smile slowly spreading out across Q's face, the hesistant sparkle of hope in his eyes was enough to make him forget about the pain of his past.

[blauerkeks]

Part one

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It was a normal day except for that it wasn’t, it never was. Q was a curious little thing; he had his routines and quirks, and he was stubborn when it came to breaking them or giving some up, which was inevitable since they both had to change in order to live together peacefully.

At first, it was hard; Q isolated himself, only came out every now and then to get tea, to get something to eat after three days of starving himself or to crash on the couch. There was a king-sized bed yet he refused to sleep in the same as James’ for the first few days. When it became too much for James and he decided he grew tired of this game, he gripped Q and kissed him before asking him, once again, to share a bed with him.

This time, it had, strangely, worked.

All the time since he had left Vesper for Q, James had the feeling that it would come blow up into his face at one point in his life; one couldn’t leave a woman like Vesper without there being some kind of catch, some kind of problem connected to the action. He expected her to come and insult them, to call and try to convince James that this was a horrible idea and that he would regret it, but nothing happened and, after a few more weeks since the almost-wedding, he found himself hoping that she’d let them be.

That wasn’t the case.

One day, Q left the flat because he wanted to go and get some new tea in this shop an hour away from their home. He said he’d take a cab because it was quicker and he didn’t want James to have to get up from the couch where he was sprawled out lazily. Until now, Q had been lying on top of him, his head resting on the Alpha’s chest; but now that he was leaving, grabbing his coat on the way to the door and saying he wouldn’t be gone for too long, the couch seemed more uncomfortable than it had been before, and he let out a long breath staring at the ceiling.

After one hour, he began to get bored and tried to make himself some food, but he ended up getting outside and stared at the door, waiting for Q to come back. Every other Alpha would probably laugh at him for behaving like that, but he wasn’t going to tell anyone.

So he lay back down on the couch and stared at the door which was right next to the TV which he turned on to have an excuse would Q come back, and an excuse for himself. Not everyone believed that the Omega had a certain kind of power over the Alpha, since the common belief was that James as the Alpha held all the power.

He snorted. They obviously haven’t met an Omega like Q.

After two and a half, James grew suspicious. Last time Q had gone and taken the cab, it had only taken two hours, almost exact to the point. He sat up and turned the TV off, staring at the wall. His instincts told him that something wasn’t right, that he had to go and search for his mate. Even after they had gone through the bonding-time in which James hadn’t been able to let Q out of his sight for longer than a few minutes without getting worried and protective, he still felt uncomfortable letting the Omega out alone. Outside, it was a dangerous world; inside, he could protect him from everything.

When ten minutes passed, James got up and reached out to his jacket, determined to search for Q. But he didn’t get that far.

The moment he stepped out of the door and into the corridor of the apartment complex, pain shot through his body and made him gasp, stumbling backwards and against the wall. It felt like someone had punched him in the back and had sent him flying to the ground, quickly followed by a kick to the side – James felt it all, and opened his eyes again, looking around, but there was no one. Either he was imagining things or...

“Fuck,” he growled out and ran down the stairs, knocking down one of his neighbours in the process. He couldn’t be arsed to stop and help her up again as it would be polite to and just shouted a ‘Sorry’ as he passed a few people and got to his car, taking his phone out at the same time. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

James dialled Q’s number without thinking about it; his hands flew over the keys, pressed the buttons he knew by heart and then turned it on speaker. The roaring of his engine nearly was loud enough to cover the noises made by his phone, the endless tooting.

“The person you have called is temp-“

James turned the phone off again and let out a string of curses, looking around, trying to ignore the pain he was in because someone hurt Q. It had happened only one time before; James had been out and Q stupid enough to burn his fingers making tea, which the Alpha had felt as if he had been the one who got hurt. It wasn’t any different this time; he could feel Q’s pain, felt his bones give in under the attacks of whoever dared to touch him, felt him tremble and cry for help.

There was a fire burning inside James’ veins, and it made him ignore all the traffic laws and drive as fast as he could, letting his instincts (and the tracker he had put into Q when the Omega had crashed after days of being awake) lead him to a security camera-free area in the North of London. He could see three men gathered around a figure lying on the ground, kicking and shouting insults at him.

“Hey!” James screamed loudly as he got out of the car and ran towards them, managing to tackle one as the others ran away. He punched him in the face and knocked him out before going to Q, cupping the Omega’s bloody and swollen face. “Q? Q, wake up, Q.... Q...”

The Omega didn’t react. He just lay there limp in James’ arms, his eyes closed, pulse weak.

James somehow managed to call the ambulance and keep on shaking Q, trying to wake him up but it was to no avail. As Q stopped breathing, James felt tears stream down his face and didn’t care that the doctors saw, didn’t let them take Q out of his arms until they said it was urgent.

Hours later, after he made sure that Q was fine and that he was breathing again, he took place next to his bed and refused to let anyone but the nurses in as his phone rang; he took it out and looked at the screen, anger making him snarl.

‘I hope you see what you get for leaving me, my dear. – Vesper’

[blauerkeks]

Here you go love. I hope you didn't have to wait for too long :)

Part one Part two Part three

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It was a few weeks later that, surprisingly, Q made the first step to getting closer. Until then he had always handled his heats alone – that meant he had taken his self-made suppressants and was on birth control, leaving his body unable to get into heat and everyone happy.

Or so they thought.

Things between them were progressing faintly well. Q was more comfortable around him and would sleep in the same bed as James every now and then; not every night, much to James’ disappointment and sadness, but at least once a week when both of them were home or right after one of James’ missions. He’d cuddle into James after a few moments of hesitation and then would fall asleep after an hour; James still couldn’t believe that he was this lucky, that he could hold Q in his arms, inhale his scent and hold him close.

He was without doubt the luckiest man, the luckiest Alpha, alive, but there always was a tingle of fear at the back of his mind because he never was lucky. It just didn’t seem to be possible; Vesper died, his parents died, M died, everyone he loved, every time he thought he was content and happy the people he cared for died.

This time, it wasn’t any different, and yet it was.

Q and him had have an argument. It happened with every couple and yet James always felt bad and as if he was the one who was to blame; Q had snarled at him and had locked himself in the bedroom after shouting insults and all kinds of accusations at James’ head, making the agent feel like a scapegoat and an idiot at the same time.

In rage, he had ripped his clothes off and had gotten out in his wolf form, breaking a tree in the park until he was calm again. He hadn’t been angry at Q, but himself; however, his body would give off the same scent in both situations and he didn’t want Q to think he was angry because of him. The argument was something which could happen to everyone, he didn’t want to destroy it by being angry without having a reason.

He returned and took a shower, then lay down on the ground in one of the empty rooms in their far too big flat, taking his pillow and blanket with him. In his Navy time, he had slept on worse, and while it was cold and less comfortable than the bed he shared with Q, it had to work.

It was half past ten as he closed his eyes and forced himself to fall asleep, and half past one as he was woken up by a strong, deep scent hit him and made his eyes snap open.

In the few seconds it took him to realise where it came from and what was going on, he had gone through all the languages he knew to curse quietly, got up and had went to open the door, careful to keep it between himself and the shaking form of Q on the ground as not to scare him.

He had gone into heat.

Eve had warned James about the function of suppressants which were self-made and how they lacked a certain kind of chemical which made it impossible for the body to get used to them. James didn’t understand how that could be a bad thing, but apparently after a certain time they wouldn’t work anymore. That seemed to have happened now.

Carefully, he reached out to Q and put a hand on his shoulder, not even surprised as Q flinched and was about to move away from him. James held him and helped him sit up, ignoring the tiny puddle which had formed under Q. He didn’t know how long he had been lying here, but it couldn’t have been long or the puddle would be bigger.

“Q?”

The young Omega looked up at him and let out a whimper, tears streaming down his face. He sniffed and lifted his hands, wiping over his face, but it didn’t seem to work because the tears kept on streaming and dropping down his chin. Every instinct inside James screamed at him, wanted him to calm his Omega down and take care of him, but he had to be careful.

He’d lie would he say that this wasn’t affecting him, but he could keep himself under control. Thankfully, he had put trousers on which were wide enough to hide his semi-erection triggered by the concentrated scent of pheromones and an Omega – his Omega – in heat this close to him. Q’s skin was like fire as he touched it in order to scoop him up, carrying him into the bathroom where he ran a cold bath and gently put him into it, holding onto Q’s hand as he clung to him.

“I’m s-sorry I-I s-shouldn’t h-have insulted y-you,” Q sobbed out, stuttering because of the cold and probably because he was a hormonal mess too.

It would be so easy to take him now.

Just take him out of the tub, carry him to the bed and fuck him senseless for three days or more, depending on how long Q had been suppressing his heats, how much his body had have to suffer due to the medicaments. It would be so bloody easy, and Q wouldn’t be able to blame him – it would destroy everything James had worked for so far, and it would put a distance between them nothing could pass.

He was better than this. Better than taking an Omega without having his consent first, without knowing whether he’d be alright with it or not. He wasn’t a creature, a beast, despise what everyone thought of him, and he wasn’t going to try and take something from Q he wasn’t comfortable giving.

Reaching out, he gently combed through Q’s hair and gave him a weak smile.

“It’s alright, Q,” he mumbled. “Let’s get you through this first and then we can talk. It’s all fine. I won’t do anything to you, I won’t touch you or rape you.”

“It’s not rape in he-“

“Shush,” James shook his head and lifted Q up, giving him some of his old trousers which could be thrown away and a towel to sit on. He carried him to the kitchen and put the towel down on a chair before he helped Q get comfortable and settled, starting to prepare food for the young Omega. Being in heat was exhausting; being in heat and not getting any relief even more. “How does Chinese sound to you?”

Q just stared at him blankly through lust-blown eyes, disbelief written across his features. He couldn’t believe how an Alpha could be so calm and controlled when his Omega was in heat – and honestly?

James couldn’t either, but for Q, he’d do everything. Even be close to him in a time like this.

[blauerkeks]

3 I love your Omegaverse/Shifterverse piece, and if you ever feel like continuing it I'd do cartwheels of joy and elation. ((Hmm, this convo seems familiar. I wonder if we've had it once before.))

(Also: „Please continue the one with PTSD!q please <3)

Mmh losttoysintheattic, I wonder I wonder. Something about a kitten and a leopard, maybe?)

Part one

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Everything got better, after a while. Or at least people said that it did, but James wasn’t sure about it. Because if everything was supposed to get better, then why did Q still react to him as if he was afraid?

Afraid of his own Alpha, terrified at the thought of being touched.

James still did not know why. Q refused to talk about it, left the room when asked, shouted at James whenever he tried to insist on a conversation.

Regardless of how often James showed Q that he loved him, that he could never hurt him or do whatever those bastards of his past had done, Q seemed to be unable to trust him. And while James tried to convince himself that he wasn’t hurt, nor getting desperate being so close, returning from a mission to find the scent of Q’s heat lingering in the air and not being able to do anything, he knew that he was.

Hurt.

It was an atrocious, frightful, horrifying and ugly feeling, creeping up at James in the night when he slept on the couch and Q in their bed, the door locked and secured with so many protective mechanism that it almost was ridiculous.

But then it was Q, and James could never insult Q by calling his behaviour ludicrous or anything alike.

Getting up from the couch, James knocked on the door of their bedroom, waiting for the almost inaudible click made by the locks as Q opened the door. The younger man looked sleepy, hair a messy mop on his head, James’ shirt far too big on his slender frame.

“Mmh?”, Q asked, blinking the fatigue away.

“I forgot my pillow inside”, James responded, moving into the room as Q stepped backwards, holding the door and watching every single step the agent took.

The pillow lay on the ground, where James had forgotten it earlier. He had have the day off, just being back from a mission which had left him exhausted, tired and exhausted beyond care, and he had just fallen asleep in the bed with Q’s scent rising into his nose, making his nostrils flare and his cock twitch.

He held himself under control.

Every time he held himself under control, and he could imagine Q underneath him, moaning softly as James cherished his body, but he would never make a move on him.

It wouldn’t end well, and he didn’t want to ruin the only chance to have a functioning, maybe even permanent relationship. They weren’t mated – Q could just leave, turn around and never come back, get a new mate or stay unbounded for the rest of his life.

But he stayed. And that counted for James, even when it wasn’t much in another person’s view.

An Alpha and an Omega living together, both not bonded to the other yet together in an almost Beta-ish way. It was one of the most discussed topics at MI6, and everyone seemed to have an opinion.

James’ scent on Q’s body, his shirt and the cologne, kept everyone away. They held hands when entering MI6, and James picked Q up in the evening with a hand on the small of his back, but they still talked. They talked and talked and it made Q uncomfortable, but James couldn’t do anything against it.

Baby steps, one after one, slowly getting Q to trust him.

“I didn’t ask how work was today”, James started, seeing how Q sat down on the bed again, one hand holding the blanket, clinging onto it, his eyes resting on James.

“Tedious”, Q replied, playing with the hem of his shirt, “A minion nearly got our system hacked, and I had a hard time trying to find out what the hell she did. I had to fix what she tried to fix, so to say.”

James gave a low chuckle as he bent down to fetch the pillow, holding it in one hand while the other went through his own short hair. He should maybe cut it soon, it was getting too long.

“Sometimes I wonder how you put up with them.”

Q smiled weakly. He looked so lost on the king-sized bed, vulnerable, small, and it made James want to reach out and hug him, keep him away from any kind of danger or violence, but except for the twitching of his fingers, he didn’t show any of this.

He only walked over to Q, keeping his movements slow and giving the Omega enough time to say stop or make him turn around and leave, and kissed his head, inhaling his scent deeply. “Sleep well, love.”

Q opened his mouth, but closed it immediately again. The flash of something washed over his features, visible to James’ eye for the glimpse of a second it lasted, but it was enough to make him take a few steps backwards and put a bit of distance between them. Something was wrong, and while he didn’t know what it was, he wasn’t going to risk anything.

Q was his priority. The most important person in his life and James would be damned would he cause him any harm, of physical nature or psychological. He understood Q’s demons better than his own, was determined to scare them away and make things okay, but in Q’s time.

No need to rush things, as much as he was keen on getting to the goal as quickly as possible.

He was about to turn around and leave, close the door behind him and get on the uncomfortable couch, trying to at least sleep for five hours without sitting in front of Q’s door, listening for any signs of distress or panic, but Q interrupted him.

“…James?”

Said turned around again, surprised by how Q was looking at him. Eyes wide, almost comically huge. Holding the duvets up to his chest, his hand trembling lightly.

“Yes love?”

Q lowered his glance and cleared his throat, wetting his lips and even chewing on the lower one for a moment, distracting James highly. It was swollen and slightly red, made to be kissed.

“I…”, Q paused, searching for the right words, stuttering as he continued to speak, “I… I know how uncomfortable the couch is, and…the bed is big enough, i-if you want…”

James blinked, completely taken aback by those words. He hadn’t expected them, nor would he ever have imagined Q offering something like that. The agent had thought he would have to gently coax him, get him used to being touched, a slow progress over months, with throwbacks.

Not this. Anything but this.

Being silent for a moment, James finally spoke up again. “Are you sure?”

Q nodded, squirming a bit. “I trust you”, he mumbled, “Just promise that you won’t do anything?”

James approached the bed and nodded, sitting down on the edge. He put the pillow right next to the edge, before laying down next to Q, above the duvets.

“I promise you that I won’t do anything, and that I could never hurt you. You can trust me.”

The Omega nodded again and lifted the duvets for James to get under, curling up once they both were surrounded by its warmth.

Carefully James held his arms open, watching Q fight an inner war, one side winning after a few moments because he moved closer, resting his head on James’ chest. The Alpha loosely wrapped his arms around Q, light enough for the Omega to get out as soon as he would want to.

“Good night, James”, Q mumbled, his eyes falling closed.

“Good night, love.”

Neither of them slept much that night.

Q stayed awake for at least three more hours until he was sure that James wouldn’t do anything before he doze off, and James stared at the ceiling, counting Q’s heartbeat.