Can I just say for everyone making fics on AO3 with mixed media, you cannot host your images on discord because the links are only valid for 7 days best. Discord does not host image links indefinitely anymore and they break super quickly
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iwa and oikawa competing every year to see who wishes suga a happy birthday first... oikawa complains about iwa having an unfair advantage when iwa moves back to japan and he and suga start living together.
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What is harry and fleur up to thooo their chemistry and work still on fire? Some more rivalry even though they are dating?
hi anon i wrote this super quick for you. it's only 1.1k because i don't have the time to write anything more :( hope you like it!
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"Harry," Mitch says with a knock on the door. "Fleur is here."
Harry's at his desk, working through some paperwork left over from the last mission. They're simply reports to detail the plans carried out and the measures they had to take that weren't in the plan, for future missions. He looks up at the tall man leaning against the door and nods. "Send her in."
Mitch hesitates and slowly pushes himself back into an upright position. "Listen. Can we not have a repeat of last time?"
Harry rubs his index finger against his lower lip. "I can't guarantee what happens whenever she's here."
"She's your girlfriend. Maybe you should be nicer to her."
Harry stands from his chair and adjusts his hair, chuckling. "I don't see any reason to be nice to her when she's threatening to kill me all the time. Send her in. We won’t make too much noise.”
As Harry waits for her to enter, he thinks back to the last time she was here. They argued about how Harry continued to steal missions from under her even though she’d done the same thing. It went on for at least an hour and Harry could hear the doors in the office shut firmly to block out the noise. In the end, Harry had grabbed Fleur’s jacket and forced her to listen and understand that as long as she’d be taking his missions, he’d be taking hers. The government’s inability to assign cases correctly was neither of their faults. Fleur calmed down, kissed him, and told him she’d made reservations for dinner.
He knows he's in for it when she walks in, head to toe in dark colors as usual, eyes narrowed angrily. “You,” she growls. “Sit your ass down. We need to talk.”
Harry places a hand on his chest, frowning. “Not even a kiss from my favorite girl?”
She ignores him and throws down a folder on his desk, white papers with ink on them spilling out. “What the hell is this?”
He looks at them calmly. “Plans for our mission.”
They’ve been assigned the same mission. Lotus and Falcon are set to work together for the next month or so. Harry and Fleur are losing their minds.
“This,” Fleur hisses, leaning in, “is not what we agreed on. And you went to our boss with this? Without talking to me?”
“I didn’t think I needed to. Nothing’s really changed. Just a few things here and there…”
“The entire thing is different! I don’t care that you changed some things, Harry. I’m pissed that you did it without asking me.”
“But,” Harry says, taking a seat and reaching for the papers, “as you can tell, everything works out pretty well. No loose ends.”
“We won’t be worried about loose ends if we’re both dead!” Fleur growls, slamming her palms on the desk. “You cannot take all these risks and expect to just be lucky in the end. That’s not how things work. You need to be deliberate! Precise!”
“This is the most precise we’ll get.”
“What about what we talked about? We had everything laid out. Why did you change your mind?”
“I didn’t like some things,” Harry says, leaning back in his seat. “You look beautiful today, by the way. It’s your hair. Bit curlier than usual, isn't it? Did you do something new?”
“Shut up,” Fleur says. “Answer my question.”
Harry sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Okay, look. The plan wasn’t bad. I liked it. But it didn’t feel right to me. And to be fair, it’s your fault for talking to me about mission plans while we were making out. I’d say anything at that point.”
Fleur’s eyebrows shoot up. “So you kept agreeing with me to get me to shut up? Fuck’s sake.”
“Don’t act like you wouldn’t do the same. Telling me you’d give me a mission when I asked mid-sex just to pretend it never happened.”
“You asked mid-sex! Who the fuck does that?” she hisses, walking around the desk towards him. “But this is no excuse for going behind my back and talking to our boss before talking to me! Why don’t you just carry out this mission yourself?” She suddenly laughs. “Oh right! Because I have the weapons, not you!”
Harry watches her as she yells. When she’s done, he says, “Are you finished?”
Fleur’s eyes blaze with anger. She hates to be silenced or belittled. In the blink of an eye, she’s removed the knife from her belt, holding it against his neck. “Yes,” she growls, tracing down the column of his throat. “You have something to say?”
Harry’s green eyes contrast her dark ones though his aren’t filled with anger. He sits calmly in his chair, watching her, waiting for her next move.
There's a tense silence.
Finally, with narrowed eyes, Fleur removes her knife and tucks it back into her belt. Her voice is quiet, but deadly. “I will not agree to those plans. Withdraw them and we’ll come up with something better.”
Harry’s eyebrows raise, still waiting.
Fleur’s jaw flexes. “I will not apologize for nearly cutting your throat out. I should have.”
“Right,” he muses, grabbing her wrist. He pulls her into his lap with a quick motion and captures her between the desk and his chest. “I’d care if I weren’t so turned on right now.”
“You’re sick,” Fleur tells him, letting him guide her head down.
He kisses her softly, smiling. “Aren’t I?”
“Withdraw the plans,” she murmurs against his mouth, looping her arms around him. “Listen to me. I know you want to.”
He kisses her one more time, holding the back of her neck. “You’re so cute when you’re angry at me.”
“Did you not hear a word I said?”
“I did.”
“And?” She pulls back and drags her hands down his chest. Her tight leather pants are warm around his hips.
“And I will not withdraw the plans.”
Betrayal flashes over her face and Harry smiles and tilts his head back when she pushes him away and angrily gets off his lap.
“You’re going to regret this, you dick,” she growls. “I’m going to make you wish you never fucked with me.”
She slips out of his grasp before he can try to grab and corner her again. “Fleur, come on. Don’t be like that. Look over my notes again…” He quickly gets up and walks after her, but she’s too quick, already out the door. “Fleur, just listen to me--” The door slams in his face. “You fucking--”
He sighs and runs a hand over his face.
When he returns back to his desk, Mitch opens the door and peeks in. “Hey. Everything okay?”
