james-field

Hamilton High School Sports AU

-Alexander is a volley ball and track person.
-it helps him take out aggression by hitting the ball smack down onto the other team’s floor.
-running helps him push himself which he loves .
-John Laurens is a swimmer and baseball player.
-amazing at batting, not so good in the field.
-Lafayette is a cheerleader (for Hercules only).
-he’s so freaking cheerful all the time Jesus Christ the other cheerleaders are angry at how peppy he is.
-he smiles during arguements with the others and laughs when the other cheer teams insult him.
-Hercules walks up like “you talking bullcrap about my cheetleader?”
-they back off immediately.
-Thomas Jefferson is in track and basketball.
-Hamilton and Jefferson run against each other and then get super hot and sweaty afterwards.
- “shit Thomas looks hot” “oh no im gay” “damn” “HEY THOMAS ILL RACE YOU DEFINITELY NOT BECAUSE I THINK YOURE HOT WHEN YOU FINISH”.
-they fight over the court because practice times get mixed up.
-Alex spikes the ball at Thomas.
-Thomas chucks the basketball at them when they’ve been going back and forth with no mistakes.
-or he puts the volley ball somewhere really high up.
-Hercules is in field events and football
-PEGGY THE SOCCER PLAYER AND CHEERLEADER HELL YESSSSSSSSS!
-eliza is a volley ball gal and damn she is so good at saving the ball from hitting the floor.
-her and hammy exchange tips and practice together on weekends.
-Thomas gets jealous and tries to learn how to play once.
-ONCE.
-he got caught by Alex and was made fun of it for the rest of eternity.
-Angelica would SO be a basketball player like damn.
-she would school all the boys including Thomas.
-Aaron Burr does track but he never does sprinting because he prefers to pace himself and is always slow and it pisses Alexander off SO. F#CKING. MUCH.
-George Washingmachine is the ref for almost everything. Super fair and nice as well.
-King George is the other ref and is a huge d!ck. Super unfair. Nobody likes him.
-Lafayette wanted to do almost all the sports but Washingmachine had to tell him to tone it down because he was just such a cinnamon roll and didn’t realize he would break down from stress and exhaustion.
-James dabbles in some field events but mostly doesn’t do a lot because of his asthma.
-An amazing tutor for people that want to do sports and excersize tho.
- “Just breath and relax.”
- holds a yoga class outside of school. Aaron, Eliza, and Thomas all attend.
-Maria is the best and most beautiful softball player this world has ever seen and damn right she dabbles in hockey and swimming.
-she and John talk about swimming techniques all the time.
-she also teaches Lafayette how to play hockey without falling or looking like a doof.
-Hercules secretly watches and giggles when his bf makes a shot in and cheers about it for the next 2 minutes.
-Hamilton gets excited after his school wins the track regionals or something
-he kisses Thomas like a lot and then quickly runs away but Thomas catches up
- “we should win more often, I could use more of that hamilton~”
- they all go to the gym together or get ice cream together and talk about cheat days, Washingmachine and how nice he is, King George and how much of an @ss he is, and Charles Lee who is a stubborn piece of crap.

Add more if you like!!!!

happy post-reunion things:
  • about ten seconds after they kiss in the field, james basically collapses with exhaustion. thomas manages to persuade the plantation owner to let him watch over james for a few days while he recovers. he alternates his time between watching james, and putting the finishing touches on the escape plan he’s been working on since being sent to savannah, but never had any incentive to actually put any effort into. he would either suffer in the plantation, or suffer somewhere else. at least at the plantation he had something to do. now, however, he has james again - and despite not knowing the exact details, the scars and bruises prove that peter lied when he claimed james and miranda would be taken care of, if thomas just agreed not to make trouble at the plantation. whatever pain james has suffered to exhaust him so completely - physically and emotionally -  is more than enough for a lifetime. thomas is determined to see to it that he suffers no more.
  • james wakes up a few times, never for very long. more than once, he clearly thinks he’s still asleep. one time he sleepily calls thomas ‘my lord’, and thomas kisses his hand and tells him it’s alright, my lieutenant, that everything is going to be alright now that they are together, because he will make it so.
  • of course, they escape. that’s not important. what is important is what comes after
  • thomas occasionally catches james staring at him, and just gives a little smile that says ‘i know, i can’t believe it either’
  • james is a LOT happier to say ‘i love you’. before he was cautious, he was sensible, and the worst happened anyway. and he spent ten years thinking that thomas had died not knowing all the things that he did, all the things that he was, that made james fall in love with him. he’s never going to make that mistake again
  • they trade stories of their various scars. james tells thomas about flint. when he starts telling him about the maria alayne, thomas freezes, and for a moment james’ heart sinks. ‘I never knew who it was that killed my father,’ he says. james can’t look at him. he’s remembering a thought he had, not long after waking up properly in thomas’ bed at the plantation. how did you get here? he’s remembering the small but persistent thought that has been tormenting him since then - what if thomas had been on that ship? what if he had missed him? if he had just been a few weeks earlier, would he have found thomas sooner? before miranda’s death? before the war? what pain could he have prevented if he had just been faster, smarter, better - but then thomas tells him how peter had him transferred from bethlem to savannah. how he had been ready to give up - how being freed from the chains and the torture of bethlem had saved his life. how that had only been possible because of alfred hamilton’s death. ‘You saved me,’ thomas says, and he kisses james. ‘even if you did not know it at the time.’

LIOPLEURODON TEETH

Just as the Pterosaurs are not ‘flying Dinosaurs’, Plesiosaurs and the other marine reptiles are not ‘swimming Dinosaurs’. One of the short-necked Plesiosaurs, or Pliosaurs, Liopleurodon had a skull length of some 5 feet (1.5m) and an overall length in excess of 33 feet (10m). With those huge jaws and long teeth Liopleurodon would have been one of the top predators in the Late Jurassic oceans that covered much of Europe at that time.

I Won’t Say I’m In Love - James x Reader

Request: JAMES FICS WHERE HES REALLY FUCKING COCKY 

Word count: 1,4k

Originally posted by marauderseraimagines


The sun had set just as the Gryffindor Quidditch practice ended, the April twilight making the air cool rapidly as you sat in the bleachers with Remus. Usually, Sirius sat there with you too, but a member of the team was sick, so he’d filled in to help the team practice, meaning he was down in the pitch with James.

They were packing up the equipment, and your gaze had wandered to the head of curly dark hair down below, an inadvertent smile on your lips.

“Who you thinking of?” Remus asked, a very teasing look in his eyes as he caught your glance.

“What? No one!” you replied, heat rising to your cheeks as you realized he’d caught you staring at James. “Just had my head in the clouds,” you tried, your voice more confident than you were.

He chuckled at your reaction, before examining you intently.

“So what’s the deal with you and Prongs, lately?” he asked, trying to be laid back but the curiosity seeping into his voice.

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anonymous asked:

Jily Muggle au! where they meet on a plane and james has a son and lily completely adores them both and in the end lily thinks she'll lose them because they're family and she's just someone they met on a plane but jily gets becomes a couple.

Thank you for the prompt, I had so much fun writing this! I took a few liberties so I hope you don’t mind – it’s definitely longer than I initially intended; over 2k, whoops…

Perhaps It’s Fate

Lily was stuffing her laptop back into her bag, when movement on the periphery of her vision caught her attention. 

Something silvery and silky-looking fluttered onto the floor. 

Lily glanced up; the man who’d gone through the security check before her was shouldering his bulging backpack again and took his son’s hand with a cheerful “Come along then, Harry!”

“Sir?” Lily called after him.

He continued walking, unable to hear her over the din of the airport.

Lily muttered a curse and hastily grabbed the rest of her items off the tray, stuffed them in her hand bag, then struggled a moment to slip on her heels. 

She scooped up the silvery cloth and hurried after the man and his son – as much as one could hurry in a pencil skirt.

“Sir?” she called again, straining to pick him out in the crowd. Noticing the unmistakable messy black hair, she pursed her lips in determination. She chased after him, her heels clicking decisively against the polished tile floor.

“Excuse me, sir, I think you dropped this.”

The man finally halted and turned, looking quizzically at Lily. The boy holding his hand – five, maybe six years old – gasped. He broke free of his father’s hold and ran over to Lily.

“My Invisibility Cloak!”

Lily’s lips twitched, a single eyebrow arched. Invisibility Cloak?

The father gave her a sheepish shrug and mussed his hair.

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Beauty and the Beast Ch. 4

Originally posted by magicalseasonsofthewitch

Requested by: @yourtropegirl

Special thanks: @imoutofmyvulcanmind for being my idea bouncer and helping me slog through this story.

Star Trek AU -  Leonard x Reader - 2,679 word(s) - maybe a little angsty?

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You woke up early once again after an unrestful nights sleep, you felt guilty for last night. You shouldn’t have invaded his privacy like that. What were you thinking? You sighed as you made your way to the window and peered outside, it had finally stopped snowing. You were glad for a reason to get out of there for the day.


“Thank goodness” you say quietly “I need to go check on Quinto”

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Celebs who share your Sun/Moon Combination: Pisces

Pisces Sun, Aries Moon: Rihanna, Steve Jobs, Ansel Elgort, Eva Longoria, Daniel Craig, Chuck Norris, Gabriel García Márquez
Pisces Sun, Taurus Moon: Billy Crystal, Thomas Jane, Jerry Lewis
Pisces Sun, Gemini Moon: Jessica Biel, Lauren Graham, Olivia Wilde
Pisces Sun, Cancer Moon: Kurt Cobain, Drew Barrymore, Emily Blunt
Pisces Sun, Leo Moon: Chris Martin, Eva Mendes, Dakota Fanning
Pisces Sun, Virgo Moon: Crystal Melbourne (that’s just me), Lou Reed, Jack Kerouac, Kat Von D, Johnny Knoxville
Pisces Sun, Libra Moon: Lupita Nyong'o, Justin Bieber, James Van Der Beek
Pisces Sun, Scorpio Moon: Laura Prepon, Elizabeth Taylor, Adam Levine, Johnny Cash, John Steinbeck
Pisces Sun, Sagittarius Moon: Jensen Ackles, Hozier, Einstein, Ellen Page
Pisces Sun, Cap Moon: Anaïs Nin, G.Washington, Jennifer L.Hewitt, Bon Jovi
Pisces Sun, Aquarius Moon: Bruce Willis, Carrie Underwood, Sasha Grey
Pisces Sun, Pisces Moon: Kesha, Cindy Crawford, Rachel Weisz, James Blunt, Helen Fielding, Jhene Aiko

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Helpless

GUYSSS. It’s my fanficiversary! A year ago today, I posted my first fic over on A03 (The Stables) and it has been such a positive and wonderful journey. I have met so many amazing people and got to share so much Outlander joy all around!

So, in honor, I’m giving you this really strange Outlander/Hamilton crossover. But if you don’t know/like Hamilton, never fear! Just think of it as an AU where after Jamie gets flogged at 19, he flees to Revolutionary America and meets a daughter of a wealthy man and falls in love. And for all my Hamilton lovers out there, you’ll notice some of Lin’s famous lines! And this is a one-shot! It won’t be continued. Yes, it’s kinda random and strange. I wasn’t gonna publish it, but why the hell not ;)

Thank you all so much for supporting my fics and giving me such encouragement! *hugs* 


The air was cool and crisp as Jamie stepped off the boat at last. The journey had been most arduous, with his Godfather not even knowing if he would survive the first week of the voyage as his stomach refused to keep down any sustenance.

But here he was. The colonies. The new world.

And though he knew this would be the best thing to happen to him, he still held Scotland and its people dear to his heart. The reason he could afford the ship to bring him to New York. The people had passed a plate around, his people, moved to kindness at his story.

Outlawed in Scotland, he no longer had a future there. Flogged near to death and forced to either hide or flee. Though, his heart still throbbed for home, his fingertips tingled with excitement that the war fought in America. He knew it was the only way to rise up. He could make it in America, he knew it.

He was a trained soldier with a hatred for the British as much as any angry colonist. Perhaps, even more. As he stepped his first step off the boat, he remembered his now past and he put a foot into his future. In New York, he could be a new man.


Jamie had never experienced such heat in his life as the war raged on around him. Thousands of soldiers were dying in the sweltering humidity as the had little to eat or drink. After Jamie had impressed General Washington with stealing British cannons with Murtagh and a few other Scots, he had commissioned him to write his correspondents and fight with him.

Congress tells our army to attack yet supplies us with little food and many shops were now only accepting British money. The outlook was abysmal. The only hope was that France continued to support their efforts of rebellion.

“Fraser! There ye are, we’re going to ball tonight! Dress in yer finest coat,” Duncan roared with laughter as Rupert pretended to twirl around like a top. Jamie shook his head in amusement. As much as they got on his last nerve, it was nice to have fellow Scots fighting along side him. It made the place seem less foreign and more his own.

“A ball, ye say? What are we? A bunch of dandies?”

Rupert slammed his mug on the table in objection at this. “No dandies! Rebels! And who knows, Jamie lad, ye may just meet a fine woman to warm yer bed.”

Duncan made kissing noises as Rupert made obscene gestures. Jamie’s cheeks reddened and he turned before they could tease him once more. He had let it slip one night deep into drink that he hadn’t lain with a woman and ever since, they have pushed trollop after trollop into his lap to entice him.

But Jamie still remembered his father’s voice in the back of his head to only sow his seed where he was willing to take responsibly. And he wasn’t going to take a chance of getting a whore with child.

Murtagh came over and slapped him on the shoulder as they walked back to Washington’s tent.

“Ye should go lad and I’ll be by your side. Even if ye don’t wish to touch the ladies, ye can always have a wee peek.”

His godfather’s beard grew as a wry smile stretched his face and his bushy eyebrows rose in suggestion. Jamie reached over and patted his shoulder.

Perhaps, it wouldn’t be such a bad evening after all.


The fiddler danced around in circle while playing his instrument as couples twirled around in hypnotic circles to the tune. It was another hot night, where the rebels out numbered the ladies by a lot, but Jamie was content to sit back and watch his fellow soldiers have some fun.

He was enjoying watching Murtagh woo a fine lady when a tap on his shoulder got his attention. He turned to see a pretty lass of fine breading, if her clothes were any indication.

“Excuse me, soldier,” she dipped in curtsy and he bowed formally in return, the stiff uniform constricting his movements. “James Fraser, miss. At your service.”

She nodded her head impatiently as she looked him over, her gaze lingering at his worn shoes and dirty shirt. He shrugged his shoulders self-consciously.

“Louise de Rohan, sir. I’m sorry to trouble you, but my friend wants to meet you.”

They were a very wealthy family as he recalled, but Jamie’s mind was already turning as to how to politely decline whatever woman it was. As much as his cock hardened at the thought of a pretty young lass in his arms, he couldn’t break his father’s promise.

But she grabbed him by the elbow and turned him to the corner where the most beautiful woman he had ever seen was standing, clutching her skirts as she gazed at him.

And suddenly he was helpless to her gaze. A force unknown to him propelled his feet to walk towards her. She was even more bonnie the closer he got, the blue silk of her dress illuminating her skin in the most beautiful way.

His heart pounded in his chest like a hammer as he stood in front of her. Gulping, he nervously tapped his fingers against his leg as his mind went blank at her dizzying gaze.

She smiled at him with a set of beautiful white teeth, her whiskey eyes lighting up as she curtsied. “Claire Beauchamp. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Her eyes reminded him of home and the dram he would have with his father after an evening working in the fields.

“James Fraser, at your service, milady,” he said as he watched her face flush with pleasure as he bent down and kissed her hand.

“Thank you for all your service.”

She smiled kindly at him and she rubbed the sides of her dress. His eyes locked on hers and he felt the power pulsing between them. Unlike he had ever felt.

“If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it.”

And as he gazed at her ivory skin and curly hair, he knew that was the future before him.


He wrote her day and night. Sometimes when he was alone in his patch of grass as the war raged on or sometimes he would write her when the the other soldiers were taking pleasure with women and drink. He wished he could see her face as she read the love letters in front of the fire. A stunning smile would break out on her rose-pedaled lips and her eyes would glisten with happiness.

He would win this war for her. He would bring her pride. The desire to die on the battlefield in glory left him as he thought of her face, his now heart. Jamie no longer wanted to die. He wanted to live.

Lambert Beauchamp stared at him a long while as he twirled his glass around in a hypnotic fashion. The dark browns furrowed in thought and Jamie wished he knew what was happening in his mind.

“My niece is quite taken with you.”

Jamie cleared his throat as he rubbed his sweaty hands on his pants. How could this wealthy and powerful man want his beloved niece to be married to a poor immigrant? But he did have some fame from stealing the British cannons and being Washington’s right hand man. And he had his words and there was nothing that his mind couldn’t do.

Jamie stood, placed his glass down on the table and began.

“Sir, I may not have money or a family name here, but I do have a few things. I have my mind and my honor and my ambition. And I swear to you, I will bring you niece pride and love. And I will cherish her all my days.”

The man’s eyes appeared black in the firelight and he looked down for a moment. Jamie tapped his finger against his legs anxiously as he waited.

Lambert put his own glass down and crossed the room to him. He looked into Jamie’s eyes and reached for his hand.

“Be true.”


A week had gone by since he had gained the blessing to marry his Claire. But his mind was troubled that he couldn’t provide for her. He lived a soldier’s life and could die at any moment.

But as he voiced his worried to her, she dismissed them.

“Claire, I don’t have a dollar to my name! All I have is Washington’s favor and a troop to command. Are ye sure about this…about me?”

She smiled and took his hand in hers as they walked through the vast gardens of her Uncle’s estate. A place he would take her from and instead bring her to a little place in Harlem. Shame flooded through him as he pictured her in such a shabby place.

“You have love also, right?”

Her voice brought him out of his gloom and he smiled at her and brushed his hand across her cheek. “Aye, aye I have that.”

She brought her face close to his, so close his heart raced and he began to sweat through his thick navy coat. “Then, that will be enough.”

And she kissed him.


The church was stuffy as Jamie waited by the priest at the front. The organ played in the background as the crowd waited for the bridal procession to start. He saw his friends in the crowd and for a moment, he took pleasure in the fact that he could give them fun for one evening and not war. Even if it wasn’t out of his pocket.

A drop of swear rolled down his temple as he waited. A hand reached from behind him and held out a small handkerchief.

Turning slightly, Jamie gratefully smiled at Murtagh as he stood as his best man. He blotted his forehead discreetly and saw some of Claire’s relatives cringe in disgust. His eyes glanced at the floor in embarrassment, wishing they could have married in secret.

Her family hated him for the most part, aside from her Uncle. They whispered about how he had no noble family, how Claire was disgracing herself by marrying a poor soldier. A Scottish immigrant who came from nothing, they said. If only he could tell them he was once a Laird. To see their faces shocked and humbled. But he couldn’t. Not without having to explain why he wasn’t currently fulfilling his role. And the idea of him being an outlaw would surely make things worse.

His hands shook slightly and he felt a little ill. He hoped that his face wasn’t green.

But then the music changed and he looked up to see Claire walking towards him. She took his breath away and he would never forget the sight of her walking towards him. Her form was encased in ivory and blue and a pattern of flowers that matched the ones woven in her hair.

She clutched her Uncle’s arm as she carefully made sure not to step on her dress. But then her face looked up and her eyes met his own.

Jamie knew he would never forget the way she looked at him and the way her expression cut through him like glass.

It seemed to take an eternity and no time at all for her to reach him. Suddenly, her hand was being held out to him in a gesture as old as time and he accepted the gift for what it was.

The ceremony went by in a blur. He heard himself making vows and Claire making hers. Though, they spoke through their eyes the whole time. There was no crowd, no war. Just them frozen in their own eternity.


Taking a deep breath, Jamie slowly closed the door to their bridal chamber. Claire’s aunt had a lake house that she lent them for their brief honeymoon. Only a few days of peace before he would be back in the war.

It was a strange thing. To feel so alive in this moment but know he could not live to see the next week.

A groan broke his train of thought. He turned to see Claire removing her shoes and sighing with relief. The wee things dropped to the ground in a thud. He gulped at the sight of her ankle, so bonnie wrapped in a pure white stocking.

She looked up and smiled at his expression. He had told her that he was a virgin like her, but he still trembled with nervousness and excitement at the thought of sharing a bed with her.

But there was enough time for that later. Now, was time for talking and just being with each other without someone watching. They hadn’t been alone very much in their two-month courtship with him being off with Washington and her Uncle’s strict rules for visitation.

He had snuck into her room a few times, climbing up her balcony like he was Romeo. That was fitting because she was most certainly his sun. Speaking of, his sun was currently pouring whiskey into a few glasses and remained eye contact as she walked over to hand it to him. The heat of her hand sparking against his own.

His breath came in a strangled gasp and she smiled coyly at him and sipped her whiskey. His hand tightened on hers and kissed it gently.

His pulled her gently to the bed to sit on the edge next to him. “Tell me about your family,” she breathed, so close to his mouth.

His mouth was dry and his cock throbbed, but he wet his lips and managed a decent answer.

“How many generations back?”


They had spent hours talking. The night was black and the candles burned low all around them, casting them in a warm, soft glow. They had shed layers as the night went on. First her overskirts and then his boots. Then, came her ribbon and his waist coat.

Now, all that was between them was a corset, shirt, shift and a kilt. And yet it was too much. He forced himself to stop staring at her as her collarbones beckoned to him and the graceful curve of her neck begged him for kisses. He wanted, badly.

But as saw her fight back a yawn after he came back from a trip to the camber pot, he felt that perhaps she would like to sleep and get on with their other business later.

“Are ye tired lass?” He said as he stood in front of her and gently grabbed her hand, brushing his fingertips across the soft skin. “Should we go to bed now?”

Jamie thought he saw a brief flash of nerves across her face before she stood, toe to toe to him.

“Yes, Jamie, I want to go to bed.”

And then her mouth was on his and he forgot everything but the live flame in his arms.


The heat between them was as sweltering as the air outside. He felt a slight breeze glide over his overheated, naked back from the open window.

A strange power had overtaken his being as his hips pumped rhythmically against his gasping wife. The first time had been fast and she had bled, but after that, they took time to explore and learn.

A drop of sweat fell from his chest onto hers and he watched, fascinated as it rolled down the curve of her breast and onto the flat plane of her stomach. A queer, amazing feeling came over him as he thought that he could have already put a bairn into that quivering belly.

Claire whimpered against him and pushed her hips up into his, encouraging him, guiding him. He thought she wouldn’t be docile in bed, but he had no way of predicting her enthusiasm for his love.

His lips pressed against hers, feeling her cries and echoing them with his own. She made a small, breathless noise as he brushed a spot between her legs that one solider had told him about before his wedding.

Jamie froze, thinking that he had been a clumsy dolt and hurt her. Damn, he shouldn’t have listen to that daft man!

But instead of backing away, she wrapped her legs around his hips tightly, squeezing his arse.

“Don’t stop.”


Jamie’s whole body ached. His arm hurt, his back hurt, and he missed his wife. It had been almost two months since he had seen her. The week after their wedding had been bliss, but then he was swept away yet again to the agonies of war.

Claire had wanted to come with him and she stayed close to him for a little while. She used her healing skills on the wounded men and gave Jamie comfort.

But he had sent her back home after a stray bullet had grazed her arm. It left no more than a scratch, but it had left a lot more on Jamie’s heart. When he saw the blood, even no more than a drop, he knew she couldn’t stay here. She was his heart and he couldn’t have her this close to danger.

Claire had fought him, but eventually gave in after he promised to write her twice a day. Once when he first woke and once before he slept. And the promise that he wouldn’t take any unnecessary risks.

But the separation had been too long and he needed his wife. He had begged his generals and commanders to allow him leave and finally he was going home.

Claire had insisted on staying in their little place in Harlem, even after he begged her to stay with her family. But she said it was her home now, her home with him.

His feet dragged and his eyes fought to stay open as he got to the door finally.

But someone beat him to it before he could open it. The light coming from the candles inside made her figure look heavenly, as if something divine had come down from heaven to greet him.

His pain immediately began to ebb, but then disappeared all together when she placed his hand on her swelled belly. And the future was bright again.

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Some of my favourite comedians and their hogwarts houses. 

anonymous asked:

do you have any 00Q fics you could recommend? I've been drawn in deep :o thank you !

Oh boy do I

The Inevitability of Time by dhampir72

9 chapters, 27k, literally made me cry actual tears twice. It’s a soulmate/identifying marks fic and I usually don’t go for those but this one is just perfect and honestly I don’t think I’ll ever recover. Beautifully written.

Chiefly Responsible for Discipline by rsadelle

1 chapter, 6k, hot as hell and full of sin. Did you know a quartermaster’s traditional role involved dealing with discipline? Now you do.

the body electric by 8611

Series, 2 works, 14k, cyborg AU. Wonderful writing and lots of cool cyborg goodness.

Normal by hyphyp

1 chapter, 5k, high demand!Q. Equal parts adorable and hilarious. Q has a lot of interesting ex-partners, but of course he only wants James – though this doesn’t stop James from being wonderfully jealous.

Smoke and Chains by Magnetism_bind

25 chapters, 34k, Q before he was Q. Might not be for everyone so make sure to read the warnings, but basically Q is working for the bad guys and he’s tasked with dealing with James. Lots of sin.

not one will know of the war by 8611

1 chapter, 2k, AI!Q. Really beautifully written but definitely not a happy fic. Lovely imagery and an interesting idea but no happy ending.

The Tragedy of Time by lunicole

1 chapter, 4k, really angsty. Like, no spoilers but this is not a happy fic. At all. Wonderfully written, established relationship, but also not a happy ending and will probably make you cry like it did me.

Playing the Part by corvusTempus

8 chapters, 23k, badass!Q goes on the field with James and it’s funny and exasperating and everything you would expect from having to go anywhere with James Bond. Also they have to pretend to be dating.

Scars, Cords by quigonejinn

1 chapter, 1k, dom!Q struggling to work out just how this works. Hot, kind of funny, some good old fashioned sinning.

an oral history by 8611

1 chapter, 10k, (non-zombie) apocalypse AU. Q is a badass but doesn’t work for MI6, the world ends and he runs into James and Eve on their way up to Skyfall. It’s really cute, kind of gothic, and James is prickly.

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I’ll probably remember a whole load more but I think this will keep you busy for now!