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Stina’s James Bond fics

Homesick - domestic fluff about the meaning of home, and Bond finding one again. 00Q. 925 words

Addison

those hands get the best of me - Addison & Q have been close friends for years. When Bond crosses her path again, things go wrong… Angsty hurt/comfort, getting-back-together story. 7,400 words

Let my heart be your shelter - Set a few months later. James and Addison are happily back together, but a lovely date ends quite badly… Angst w/ a happy ending feat. Nomi cameo & a bit of banter. 2,500 words

Cures for Insomnia - Bond’s been having trouble sleeping. Q helps. Getting together fic w/ a bit of smut & guest appearance from Kincade. 2,600 words

On communication, relationships, and moving in. And lamps. - Bond and Q's developing relationship follows an interesting path. They don’t know what they’re doing, but they got the spirit. Fluffy crack fic. 2,600 words

hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone

how the most dangerous thing is to love - James Bond/Q. 5 times Q unintentionally hurt James by triggering memories of Vesper, and one time it was a comfort (the being mean to Bond fic). 5,300 words

how you will heal and you'll rise above - James Bond/Q. The Bond POV version of the above fic - now with more angst! 5,700 words

it's more courageous to overcome - James Bond/Q. Coda to the 5+1’s: comfort snuggles <3 500 words

cats cats cats

Catastrophe - James Bond/Q, MI6 shenanigans fluff. Q has to bring his cats to work & one gets loose, Bond makes it a mission to retrieve it. 3,200 words

Meow Wow Cat Café - Bond has finally convinced Q to go on a date with him.  It doesn't go as planned, and Bond has to acquiesce to Q's wishes to  cement a second chance. Light fluff! 1,600 words

Wintersong - Bond/Q. Sad, angsty Christmas fic based on Wintersong by Sarah McLachlan, BUT with a happy ending. 2,200 words

I could lie, say I like it like that - Bond and Q have been hooking up on occasion, but it isn't anything more, right? Featuring a bit of angst at the MI6 winter party, and a happy ending. 4,300 words.

Medicine

you’ve got a second chance, you could go home - James Bond/Q. Unrepentant angst set post-Spectre, absolutely disregarding NTTD. Q goes to take care of Bond, no-one really has a good time, feelings are hurt. 1,800 words

you’ve got a warm heart - James Bond/Q. The fix-it that was demanded. Bond takes care of Q. This time it goes better. 5,400 words

Fall Warmth - James Bond/Q fluff. Q had plans for the weekend, but they get derailed. Established relationship, 800 words

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Fics for fandoms I don’t have a proper masterlist for!

Red Hood / Batman:

Fear of Falling - Jason leaves his long-term girlfriend, trying to do what he thinks he has to. When something happens to her, he’s drawn back in. Angst with a happy ending <3 6,200 words

put you back together - Jason Todd transferred to Mercedes’s school after moving in with Bruce, and they became fast friends. Then Jason died. What happens when he comes back? pt. 2 - 9,500 words

Thaw - Jason struggles with dark thoughts on what's supposed to be a bright, hopeful day, but Mercy helps him through. New Years day. 1,000 words

OFMD:

Violet - The one where I gave Lucius a sister, feat. Lucius, Pete and Jim, 2,400 words

OTHER:

#100 Crackfic! - Hot mess crack fic, bonne appetite. I have a weakness for traumatized, violent, protective characters, and we thought, what if we threw them together… feat. geraskier, 00Q, Wolverine, Deadpool, Jason Todd, gentlebeard, Jim Jiminez, 900 words

As always, you can find all my fics on AO3.

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Of The Sea

"Killian?" A voice spoke in disbelief. Emma watched as confusion spread over Hook's features, replacing his smirk, as he turned around to face the owner of the voice. Emma stepped to the side to also see who it was.

The woman had blood red hair. It was long and tresses of it cascaded down her back. Her eyes were sky blue and currently welled with tears. She had one hand cupped over her mouth and she was staring directly at Hook.

"Oh my God," She continued slowly bring her hand away from her face. "It is you."

Emma was about to ask either Hook or the woman who she was, when he spoke.

Emma turned to him. He was staring at the woman as though he was seeing a ghost. At his words, the woman had just smiled and started walking towards them. Hook slowly started to smile back at her and a tear fell down his cheek. She stopped walking when she was only a couple of feet or so away and opened her arms inviting an embrace.

Emma had been watching this with some curiosity, but suddenly something inside her flared up. Something was not right.

Hook made one step towards her, before Emma grabbed his arm and yanked him back. He turned to her confused and focused on her as though only just realising she was there.

"Something's wrong." Emma hissed under her breath. But Hook just looked at her without really seeing, with dazed look in his eyes. Emma squeezed his arm where she was holding it. "It's a trick."

"I-" He began to say, but the woman cut him off.

"Killian." She beckoned with a hand reaching towards him. Hook looked at her and then at Emma. But the vacant look never left his eyes. He shook her off in a violent motion, throwing Emma's balance off and causing her to land on the sand. Hook took one slow step towards the woman, then another.

Emma felt the full force of her instincts, screaming at her to stop this. She scrabbled to her feet and used her momentum to knock Hook onto the ground, before he could reach her. Emma wasted no time unsheathing her sword and darted toward the woman ready to strike. The woman didn't seem to even notice Emma's advance she was still staring at Hook, reaching for him. Emma swung her sword at her, but it met no resistance. The image of the woman was smoke and after the swipe the rest of her faded into the air. All that was left was a purple glowing light, that seemed to pulse like a beating heart.

Emma raised her sword to it, in no way underestimating it. If there was one thing Neverland had taught her, it was that the most beautiful or harmless looking things, were the most deadly. It seemed to make a fizzing or hissing sound, then it speedily fled back into the dense jungle.

Emma sighed and turned back to Hook. He was half sitting on the ground, staring at the place the light had vanished; but to her relief, his eyes seemed clear of the daze.

"Told you it was a trick." Emma said as she starting to slide her sword back into its sheaf. But her light smile slipped as she saw more closely the look on his face. She remembered the way he had called the woman mother, before her fight instincts had kicked in.

"Hey, you okay?" She asked hesitantly. He looked at her and then away, before he started to get up and began dusting the sand off of himself.

"Let's get back to the ship." He said, turning away from her and starting to walk. But Emma stayed where she was, arms crossed.

"So that was your mother, huh?"

He stopped walking and slowly turned back to her.

"Very observant of you, Swan." He said without looking at her, clearly very much not wanting this conversation to continue.

"You looked shocked to see her." Emma stated. Then he brought his eyes up to meet hers.

"I was, because she's dead. Died when I was a boy."

"Oh." Emma said and could think of nothing else to say. Hook now didn't break her gaze, something of an intensity flared in his eyes.

"But that's the funny thing. For a second, just a second, I entertained the idea that she could somehow be alive." He paused and huffed out a bark of laughter. "But that's the thing with hope. Once you let an ounce in, it worms its way to the heart of your being. And anything you daren't ever think thoughts of hope for..." He trailed off looking down again. "It's late, lass." He continued again softly.  "Come, let's go back to the ship."

"Okay." Emma breathed in response and she fell in step behind him. She was still taking in his admission. She ran over what he had said in her head. It had almost seemed like he had been... No, that couldn't be it. The Pirate definitely had not been talking about her, about letting hope for something in. No, she surely had that wrong. He didn't care for her, she was just imagining it. She was wrong, there were two things Neverland had taught her. It made the imagination run wild.

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Read with Imagination

I look up and see him squinting at me.

"What?" I say. "It's a completely fine plan."

"It's a terrible plan." He replies instantly.

"You always think my plans are terrible." I say, shaking my head.

"Yes, and I'm usually right on that, aren't I?" He says with a glowing smile. I just role my eyes.

"Yeah, well I can only fail so many times, I've just prepared myself for the coming success. I've gotten all the failures out of the way."

"If you say so." He said still with a teasing glint in his eyes. Now it's my turn to squint.

"Hey, come on. I've worked so hard on this. I've thought everything over, like ten times, there's no way anything can go wrong." I state confidently.

"Never say never." He says jumping down from the tree.

"I didn't say never." Then I turn to him and he gives me a shit eating grin. "I hate you."

"No you don't." He says, already heading down the hill.

"Oh yeah?" I say, staying where I am and putting my hands on my hips. He stops walking and spins around.

"You like me." He says, raising an eyebrow and pointing at me in a casually accusatory fashion.

"Do I?" I say attempted to raise my own eyebrow. But it doesn't quite work, as I can tell from his widening smirk. I scowl at him. "I hate you." I repeat.

"No, I think you just wish you do. Which is silly, because I'm amazing, there is really nothing not to like." He says grinning.

"Are you now?" I counter.

"You know, asking questions back to me rather than answering, is answering, so you really shouldn't bother." He says with a shrug. My lips quirk, before I can say,

"How so?" He just kind of sighs and his head swings downwards; before he lifts it back up again and answers.

"Okay, well if you really didn't think what I was saying was true, you would call it out right. But, avoiding with questions, proves that you do think it's true and are trying not to tell me that you agree; because you don't want me to know, you like me." He finishes smirking.

"If I didn't want you to know I like you, then I think I would just say no to anything you said straight away."

"Ah, no you wouldn't, because you like me, so you don't want to be mean to me."

"Who says because I like you, I wouldn't want to be mean to you. I did say I hate you, that's pretty mean." I argue.

"So you do like me?" He says with another eyebrow quirk.

"I didn't say that." I say, a little too quickly.

"Oh, so you imply, that if you liked me, you'd have no qualms about being mean to me, and then give an example of being mean to me."

"Oh so now, I must love my enemies, because being mean to anyone surely means I must like them."

"You don't have any enemies, plus I'm a lot more attractive than them, and, it's completely different."

"Oh, is it?"

"Back to questions again." He answers grinning.

I sigh. This boy will be the death of me.

"Come on its late, we've got to get back. This plan won't happen by itself."

"Sure, change the subject, that does 't prove my point more or anything." He says sarcastically. I shove him in the shoulder as I walk past him. I turn back smiling, and regret it instantly when I see his face.

"No. No don't." I say.

"You asked for it." He says and starts stepping slowly towards me. I start stepping slowly back, to match his steps. But he has always been quicker than me. He scoops me up and swings me around. I can't stop shrieking and laughing. The world is a carrousels of colours. Eventually he puts me down.

Were standing pretty close. I'm still a little dizzy, so I don't mind his hands on my back; for support and remaining upright reasons. There is a slight breeze picking up, and a bit of my hair, blows into my face. I go to remove it, but his hand is already there gently brushing it away. I look at him. His eyes look pretty, the sun's low rays highlight flecks in them; the colour of them more vibrant than I remember. Or maybe it's that I haven't really seen them up this close before. He must notice my staring, because his eyebrow raises for the dozenth time today.

"I hate you." I say almost as a sigh. At that he just smiles, before saying,

"I like you too."

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Ha, ha, ha. I'm evil.

Read my one-shot. ;)

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Yes, so I wrote a poem. Its a little long and partly in Old English, I have been reading too much Shakespeare, yeah so, well I like it. :)

  Free Me

  Cold rubies and hot sapphire gems,

Gleam and glow in the low sun's light.

Are they cut roughly? This light makes

Liars of the eyes, and pray, I cannot tell.

For would I, had I honest word, hastily

And rushed, barking to split my mind

And spill its contents, to any who would listen.

Even the wood of a Elm could lend a limb,

To hear my tale glisten. For wood cannot

Slink away, it must endure and hark-

My, every, word- rooted to the spot

That it did choose to sprout from...

Or rather, with age and nature's hand,

Hath been made a noble, humble, honest

Gentleman. And didst these now modest

Groves, come to liken my voice to that

Of sweetness, rather than grim pollutants,

Polluting the air that we share to breathe?

These gentle creatures and me seem to

Have more in common, than in contrast.

Doth not the wood hath sweet nectar,

Flowing through its veins like blood?

Doth not the wood sail upward in stature,

As the affliction of time doth affect it?

Doth not it cry, whence it is cut, bleeding

tears as though bleeding blood?

Oh, I fear I know this pain.

Thither she comes for me, rakes my

Soul and bids me to the custody of

Boyish cries. For shame. Yet, tis not

My flesh I feel, in this heated hurting.

More like a shadow of what is corporeal.

When held against paper, that pure stark

White gives hints to the blackness hiding within.

The depths that few delve, myself being the

Foremost of the few. But yet I delve, I find

Myself drowning. There is no air, my

Wooden brethren must take my share.

Another debt is owed. Yet they can repay

Me in thanks, that is, if tis not me who

Should repay them. Do I owe them?

My brothers, take me in your verdant

Embrace and tear me from my pain.

Rip away the sins and with your hands

Mark me clean. I pray you, you must,

It is cold where my mind wanders.

I do not like the cold, and lest I should

Catch it, or my death, you owe me your

Warmth. Oh. Am I not vexed? Quite simply

Befuddled, might I be. Trees hold no warmth,

How rash for me to think so. No, no, the

Blood in their veins is warm. That I know

Is a truth. The sun cannot make a liar of my

Heart, for it sees no light of day. Yet. Must I then

Split them? Half them and bathe in the tepid

Liquid, that follow my vicious act? Quelling

My desire, my need? But oh, how have

Such thoughts invaded the sanctuary, that is the

Blessed thoughts, that home in my mind, for my

Brothers? I have done them wrong, I have.

Blood is thicker, and so stains my mind more

Than that where there are no ties. But my

Pain becomes me. Is there no cure?

Cruel mind, leading to hope then turning it

False. Ripping it away so I fall, having given

Up my balance to reach for it. These gems

Laugh at me. Look how the light merrily

Flickers over them, revealing their zealous

Joviality. They would not laugh, had they known

Me. Maybe they do and yet they laugh still,

Undeterred by my valid pain. Fie, treasures!

You hath rotted in your birthing time, the

Earth ground you counter and you have

Gained malicious judgement, not the wisdom

You are owed. I pity you. Maybe the answer

Lies with my good brothers, they have yet

To scorn me and prove my hailing wrong.

I would ask the wood, if my tongue weren't

Wrong- another disservice- for I do not

Speak Elm, or bush, or flower. I wish that

I had a wish, to wish I could. And wish

I would. Ah the life of my brothers.

It would be a simple life, something

I would happily wish upon myself.

If only the wish bearer could be paid

In these dreadful gems. She could

Rescue me and free my tortured soul.

But is not the wish bearer a twinkling,

When the sun is sleeping and the moon

Glistens? It is not night yet, but I feel

The weight of the moon is about to

Tip over. Soon its waiting will be paid.

Oh lucky moon. It cannot be so simple,

So easy? Yet why can it not?

I will wait then. Time will trickle

For me, as it does for all waiting men.

But like the moon, may I be paid and join

The Elm. A truer brother, and we shall share

Our rooted freedom, our swaying peace.

I await the glittering filled sky. I await,

I await, for it to call me home.

   ~ By Auream Lucem

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Just imagine if...

bloodymischa:

Tamara and Greg were torturing Emma instead of Regina.

Hook doesn’t like seeing people being tortured as long as their name isn’t Rumplestiltskin. But he doesn’t care about Regina, so he has no reason to save her.

But what if Emma was this person? I swear to God, he wouldn’t even hestitate. He’d get her out of there in a heartbeat. I don’t even know why I’m so sure about this. I just know that he’d save her. Undoubtedly.

(So I wrote something. Be warned its like 2:00AM for me, so this likely makes little sense :P)

It was almost dawn. Killian walked in confident strides towards Marina. It was still very dark, but he knew it would be only be moments before light spilled across the sky. Tainting its darkness with the ever so prominent colours of the rising sun. But in the moments before the inevitable coming of dawn, the wanning night seemed darker. It seemed blacker, as if it was pouring its final bit of strength into these last moments. It’s pointless battle with day, nearly lost, but it was as though it knew and didn’t care. It was still going to give everything it had, despite the knowledge of the eternal constant outcome, it would lose. Truly the darkest part of the night was just before dawn.

Killian entered the abandon building, which had quickly become the lair, of the odd pair he was to meet. He had left them a couple of days ago, when there interests had ceased to coincide. Now the man Greg had contacted him and told him that  they were back on the same page. Killian didn’t trust them; but then those who could get things done, could rarely be trusted anyway. As Killian saw it now, as long as there interested were indeed aligned, as long as the wretched Crocodile’s luck would run out, he didn’t care for the means to the end of that vile demon, he only cared for the end.

When the man had contacted him, he had specified a time. It had been later then what he had previously observed them to start their strange practises in this place, so instantly suspicions had arisen in him. Killian had calculated carefully and decided to call him on it. But the man had been unresponsive, stating something along the lines of ‘it doesn’t concern you’. Killian had agreed that it likely didn’t and convinced Greg that he full well intended to show up at his original specified time, but he really didn’t.

So here he was strolling into the building well before he was expected, wondering what secretive activities he would find Greg and Tamara doing. When suddenly a painfully familiar scream rung through the building. It was Emma. How he knew, he wasn’t interiorly sure, nor did he care, he just knew it was her. Killian broke into jog as he rounded the corner and froze at what he saw.

Emma was strapped onto the awful table. Her golden tresses billowing around her. Small wires connecting her to a the strange machine that made a soft buzzing noise. He wasn’t entirely sure what it did exactly, as he had been there to observe its affects on Regina, but he knew it was made to cause pain. Her scream had confirmed that. Why were they torturing her? What had she done?

Greg and Tamara where yet to see Killian, their backs were facing him, but if they turned they surely would. Killian had one thought, I have to get her out of there. Greg started talking and his voice drifted to Killian. Killian was standing in the doorway into the room. The room itself had another section inside it, accessible by a currently open door, and visible through a window.

“I’m sorry but that was the wrong answer. Care to try again?” Greg asked, his gentle politeness at odds with the horrific atmosphere.

“Go to Hell.” He heard Emma spit at them.

“Magic is unholy, Emma. So if anyone’s going to Hell, it will be you.” Tamara said turning a knob on the machine, causing Emma to convulse and cry out in pain. But this only lasted a few seconds as Killian’s fist collided with Tamara’s face, with enough force to make it hurt his hand, but luckily enough force to knock her out cold. Killian cursed under his breath at the pain and shock his one good hand in an attempt to assuage it. But that didn’t last long because Greg lunged at him and tried to pin him to the wall. But he was sloppy at best and Killian who had years of fighting experience, easily manoeuvred out of the way. But he unfortunately didn’t miss one of the man’s fists that managed to land on his jaw. Killian quickly countered, with another powerful punch of him own straight to Greg’s stomach. He crippled over in pain and Killian, wasting no time, slammed the flat edge of his hook down onto his temple. Greg fell to the ground. Killian’s eyes did a quick sweep over him, making sure he was unconscious, before moving towards the machine and turning the knob back.

The buzzing of the machine returned to a low hum and Killian finally turned to look at her again. Her body was coated in a sheen of sweat and her breathing was laboured. Killian moved towards her and started unclipping the wires hastily, followed by undoing all the restraints.

“Hook?” Emma choked out, but then started to cough. Killian made a shushing noise as he finished his work, but stubborn lass as she was didn’t listen. ” What are you doing?” He couldn’t help but look up and smirk at her.

“Isn’t it obvious, darling? I’m rescuing you?” He cast his eyes back down, focusing on the final restraint around her left wrist.

“Why?” She asked weakly, her voice sounded dry and raspy. Her left wrist was free and he watched as she slowly sat up into a sitting position.

“Would you prefer the alternative?” He asked gesturing to the straps he had just freed her from. Rather than answer she just glared at him in response, causing him to fight a smile that was trying to make itself known. He couldn’t however stop the smirk. God how he had missed this, Swan’s stubbornness, her constant need to challenge him. He had forgotten how alive she made him feel. He shook his head and then added, “Now come, we have to leave, love. I’d really rather not be around when those two wake up.”

She hesitated for a second but then nodded. She then slid off the bench she had been sitting on, onto the floor, attempting to stand up. Except she wobbled and fell straight into him. He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face.

“Miss me much Swan?” He chuckled into her ear.

“Shut up Hook, I was just dizzy.” She said pushing away from him and striding off towards the door.  She stopped, turning back to him when he didn’t immediately follow. “Well, are you coming or not?” She huffed impatiently. Killian smirked at her. She was really beautiful when she was angry and he was tempted to tell her just that, were it not for the fact that she would likely yell at him, which would probably wake up Greg and Tamara. That was something he definitely didn’t want to happen, so he held his tongue.

“Aye lass.” He replied instead with a nod and then followed her out of the room.

Killian and Emma made their way out of the building. Light had flooded sky, drowning it in pink and orange hues. Dawn had come, bringing with it a new day, new possibilities. Killian didn’t know what was going to happen now, but looking at the strong women walking beside him, he felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Hope. Hope for something new, for something to look forward to. Hope for a second chance, a new beginning. A shot at being something more than what he had become, and Emma was the reason why.

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CTL New Chapter Coming Soonish

Okay just hit 2,000 words and finished the first part of the chapter. I'm laughing evilly now. When you read it you might understand.

Well, if you do understand you'll wish you didn't. I have things planned that may kill all my readers. :]