#pirates!00q

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Pirates!00Q |Pirate!00Q by iamnotoneofthem.

- James! This is madness! - This is politics, kitten. - - - - Jack! What are you doing?! - It's Captain Sparrow, for you , James! And what are you doing!? - It's Captain Bond, for you!

[shipimpala]

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star One without a permanent scar And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out ther x

Q is the prince of England. Bond is a pirate. They fall in love (and Q wants to leave his country and escape with his lover).

- Q...Love, you are a prince... - I don't care about that anymore, James. - Kitten.. - If I can not be with you in England...We can be together in your kingdom, on sea. - Yes...Yes, we can.

[blauerkeks]

It's about time I fill again. I love pirate!00q so here you go! Warning: People get shot, but no major characters die.

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The ship they have been following for a few hours by now finally seemed to slow down, its crew running around shouting orders James couldn’t hear with the wind blowing into their sail. As far as he knew, they had no canons, and nothing to defend themselves with, so they must not have seen them yet.

Q put down the spy-glass and handed it back to James. His face was turned away from the captain, focused on the ship and the ocean around them. On several occasions before, Q had seen the trap when the rest of the crew had not. Without him, they would be long dead by now. Drowned, sunken on the salty ground of the endless sea, or hanged back on land.

By now, the crew waited for his judgement. The excitement of another attack was visible in all of James’ crew’s eyes, their movements, the grips around their guns and knives full of anticipation. James had to admit he was just as happy that they found a ship; it meant they got new food, clothes, weapons, maybe even gold, and he could gift Q something new.

Last time, it was a necklace, the time before a bunch of flowers the ship’s captain had found.

“Do you think it’s safe?” Eve behind them asked, her voice sticking out from the mass of men whispering.

They had found her swimming in the water even though her legs were bound together. She had been there for a few days after the crew of the ship she had been on threw her off, believing a woman on board brought bad luck. Instead of letting herself sink and become a mermaid, after the legends, she decided to swim. James never had been one for fairy tales, so he let her on.

He didn’t regret that decision. He had never seen a woman who was such a good shot.

“Q?” James turned his head to his treasure and waited for him to speak up. Behind the glasses he wore, Q’s eyes were fixed on the ship for a few moments longer, before he returned James’ gaze.

“It’s safe,” he responded, and gave a light smirk. “We can go.”

The crew immediately began to move. All guns were checked, everyone got knives. They had the command to not leave behind anyone or take prisoners, which was why they were armed heavily. Even though Q said it’s safe, they couldn’t know if the crew was more than they seemed.

Quickly, they exchanged the fake flag they made with their black one, and then it began.

Entering a ship from another was easier than it seemed; capturing was just as effortless. James gave a few warning shots from his gun, the message surrender or die conveyed through their flag. Just as expected, the other crew took what little weapons they had and tried to shoot back, but missed.

“Capture!” James shouted as his crew.

In a matter of a few minutes, they were on board of the other ship. It was a massacre. James had long ago stopped caring about the victims of their hunts. He used his gun like an expert, and only took a knife when it was necessary. The crew of the ship they captured dropped like flies.

He turned around to look at Q on the other ship, just like always waiting behind, but he wasn’t there. James frowned and shouted to Tanner if he knew where Q was, but one of the men tackled him and wrestled the gun out of his grip. The attack had been unexpected, so before James could react, he had the barrel of his own gun pressed to his forehead.

“You dirty pirate!” The man hissed, trembling finger at the trigger. James froze, and saw Tanner do the same from the corner of his eyes. The loyalty to their captain was high; no one dared coming closer and risk him getting shot. “Thinking you can come and shoot us all, ye fucking bastard!”

“That’s what we do,” James murmured, careful not to move too much. The last thing he wanted was startling the man into shooting. “No reason to get insulting.”

With the backside of the gun, the man hit James across his head. For a few moments, James saw nothing but blackness and stars, his vision blurry when everything slowly came back into focus. It was only then that he realised the man wasn’t on him anymore, and that Tanner was helping him up on his feet.

The man was lying on the ground now, and above him stood Q, gun in his hand and head tilted as if to analyse the situation. It wasn’t the first time he held a gun in his hand, but it was the first time he aimed at a living target.

“We would really appreciate if you’d stop threatening our captain. It makes you look like a fool.” Q tutted. “I don’t know what you thought would happen.” Before the other could respond, Q pressed the trigger, and shot him in the head.

The ship was silent. With only the crew of James’ ship alive now, they could properly stare, and wonder. Q has never been for violence. He said he wasn’t overly fond of the whole pirate thing either, but as long as he only had to navigate and analyse, he was fine with everything. He accepted the gifts James ripped off corpses’ necks, and he kissed him even after James killed twenty of men for a little bit of food.

To see him in action was...

“I cannot see the appeal,” Q said, putting the gun down again. He rubbed his hands on his trousers and then turned around, blinking as he saw the glares. “You bilge rats, stop staring at me. Avast, check the boxes for food!”

Life came back into the crew. They all hurried away, even Eve who was standing with her mouth wide open. James was just as shocked, but also slightly aroused.

He tugged Q close and let him feel the light bulge in James’ trousers, all while kissing down his neck.

“Becoming a real pirate, are we, lad?” He asked Q, breathing against his neck.

“Ay,” Q mumbled and tilted his head to the side for better access. “Maybe. Don’t expect too much, though. I cannot stand you using pirate slang and you know it.”

“There are exceptions for everything,” James said against his neck and then tugged on his arm. “Let’s go to my quarters.”

“Impatient, are we? Let’s go. Smartly.”

James grinned, and pulled him along.

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Pirates!00Q |Pirate!00Q by iamnotoneofthem.

Now I see it in your movements tonight, If we should ever do this right, I'm never gonna let you down, Oh I'll never let you down, We'll keep it on the down low And I'll keep you around so I'll know, That I'll never let you down, I'll never let you down x

Bond is a bad pirate. Jack sends him a very unusual gift ... Naughty servant. Very sarcastic and sassy servant who is a prince.(Q really doesn't like being a prince, so he disguised himself as a servant to see the ships on a sea.).This is a very bad situation. James knows he's in trouble. Love trouble... - So...What we got here? A little kitten. What's your name? - You have no idea with who you talk! - To my new servant. - Don't you dare touch me, bloody pirate! - - - - My love...so you... - James...Yes...Yes, I'm a prince. I was trying to told you that 3 weeks ago but you didn't listen me a then..you and me... - I just told you that I love you and you told me that you are a prince, Q! - And I love you too, James! I'm so sorry...This does not change anything, I want to be with you. - I'm in love with a prince. I need alcohol...

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My posts.Captain Bond is a bad pirate. Q is a slave. Oh, this is really complicated situation.

- Master... - Captain Bond, kitten. - I..Captain.. - You can call me James, love.

[blauerkeks]

Part one Part two

Based on the photosets by shipimpala

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For a boy who had been trying to spit on James the moment he came inside the cabin and introduced himself, Q was strangely cooperative. He was thin and hardly needed food, he insisted every time James would come back inside and shove food to his chest with the command to eat, and was silently staring on the ground.

James had to admit that he found himself falling for the boy, and he had no idea what to do with that information. The last two times he had loved, the women died; one on their wedding day, shot and the cause for James to turn his back to the government and become a pirate, the other drowned in the ocean because of her betrayal.

The memory still hurt, like salty water poured into fresh, burning wounds made by a knife, but there was something new, light keeping the pain away.

Hope, he realised weeks after they brought the boy on their ship, a few days before allowing him to walk around on deck and leave the cabin. He resembled a beautiful mermaid standing there, looking at the water with a dreamy expression on his face, nothing left of the hatred and frustration he had so proudly shown in the first days after they kidnapped and tied him to that chair. He was beautiful, and he was James’.

It had been some time since he had been able to call something his, leaving him unsure whether to act and indulge in the freshly found emotions making his heart of stone beat rapidly inside his chest every time he lay an eye on the boy, or to hide them and allow himself the joy of bringing himself to orgasm with the thought of the boy lying underneath him. As far as James knew, the boy hated him, and probably wouldn’t be too keen on being asked out by the captain of a pirate ship.

It was a nice ship, without doubt, but most likely not enough to woo a boy with.

All the gold, all the jewels and the emeralds they found wasn’t worth the shy smiles Q would give when a pirate tried to joke with him, the way his curls danced in the wind blowing, how his arse looked in nothing but a far too big shirt James gave him after his own clothes became too sweaty to wear.

He felt like a sappy idiot, like a monster taking something pure and innocent and pouring blood all over it. But on the other hand waiting became an agony, and the agony pain, leaving James with no other option but to try and make Q agree to completely, and fully, become his.

Flirting on sea was harder than it would be on land, given the constant danger of the navy finding and attacking them, and the duties of a captain. When the occasion arose and James found the time to flirt with Q, the boy seemed to be too confused to properly reply and would misread the signs, think James was onto something.

Which he was, yes, but not the way Q thought he was.

He wanted something more innocent than just sex, wanted more and he was determined to get it. Giving a sigh, James went to shrug off his shirt, feeling dried sweat and dirt cling to his skin. In one word, he felt disgusting.

The ship was in calm waters, meaning the pirates could finally wash themselves a bit. With the sun shining down on them since yesterday, the water had the right temperature, yet no one was in the water but James, who dove head first down and went back up to the surface.

A form, not too far away from him, too jumped into the water, but took longer to get back up. James carefully swam closer, curious about who it was; when he lay his eyes on Q there in the water, smiling up at the clear, blue sky, he couldn’t believe his luck.

No ships were nearby, no duties keeping him from finally taking what he wanted.

He swam closer, approaching from behind, and wrapped his arms around Q’s waist, resting his head on his chin. It was easy keeping the two of them up at once by simply moving his legs, trying not to let them brush Q’s as not to scare him.

Q jumped and blinked, turning his head a bit so he could look at the person behind him. He seemed to relax a bit upon seeing that it was James and not another pirate, or an overly affectionate octopus. “You didn’t have to surprise me like that, captain,” he muttered, looking a little amused.

The way Q said the word ‘captain’, with a complete lack of respect and his sharp accent, sent a shiver down James’ spine, made him tighten his grip around Q’s waist and pull him closer.

“I hope you don’t mind,” James muttered, pressing a kiss to Q’s shoulder. “But I find myself not capable of resisting you for any longer.”

“And you deemed this moment the best for saying that?” Q asked, giving an amused, yet shy chuckle, making James smirk. He was like a baby shark, capable of biting, but far too adorable for one to think he would. “You could have been an octopus.”

“My arms aren’t tentacles.”

Q huffed. “I wouldn’t have guessed that.”

James rolled his eyes and leant in, sucking a mark to Q’s neck. He hadn’t protested; with new hope flaring up inside James, filling him with warmth, he bit into Q’s neck again, making yet a new, more visible mark right over Q’s pulse point.

“Say a word and I’ll stop,” James muttered, nosing up Q’s neck and pressing a kiss to his nose. He made a mental note to doing that more often when he could feel Q shiver a bit, figuring it was a sensitive spot of his. “Say nothing and I’ll promise to be yours just as you’re mine.”

Shuffling a bit, Q turned around in his arms, wrapping his own around James’ neck and his legs around his waist. Arousal rushed hot, warm into James’ brain, but he could keep it under control, didn’t want to scare Q already before it begun.

“Nothing,” Q whispered teasingly, making James chuckle.

“You’re an idiot.”

“You love it.”

[shipimpala]

James is a pirate. Q is his lover... Part 10 | My posts pirates!00Q x

Pirate!00Q by iamnotoneofthem.

Feeling lips move against his palm, he let his hand drop again, staring into those green eyes in interest. The boy was beautiful, delicate and soft; and now he was his. “What do you want from me?” “First your name.” The boy blinked, gritting his teeth. “None of your business, pirate.” James gave an amused snort and patted his head like one would with a pet, obviously anything but threatened. “Tell me your name or you won’t get anything to eat this week. You’re thin enough already, we wouldn’t want you to starve.”

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Q is the Lord of Dragons. Captain Bond is a bad pirate… who kidnapped Q and his dragons. Also, they fall in love. My posts.

- So what now, Captain Bond ? You tell me that you love me ... and I am still your prisoner. - I love you, my love. I really do. Q... You're free, but please...stay with me. - I'm not going anywhere, James. I like this ship... My dragons too.

Story by iamnotoneofthem