BondLock Is Go

[ladyfeets-deactivated20211019]

[harry-watson]

this was inevitable

[love-in-mind-palace]

James Bond AU.

[mylastvow]

@multifandom-madnesss

[love-y-o-u-3000]

Freebatch - James Bond AU

I apologise for the awful quality of these manips.

[freakinfreeman]

Ben C for Bond-villain! Martin for Bond!!!

[atlinmerrick]

Reblogging for @221b-hound FOR REASONS.

[youcantsaymylastname]

If people thought Mycroft and Sherlock fought the most as brothers they had not seen Quentin and Sherlock fight.

Sherlock was tired of constantly bickering with Q about Bond. If Q wanted to be with someone who lied for a living… so be it.

[spectralarchers]

BONDLOCK ☼ If somebody’s got the mindset to talk normally to criminal masterminds, it’s Bond. (for isthisrubble).

[thequartermasterholmes]

An edit I made about where Q thinks that Sherlock really is dead and had to find out through the horrible stories in the newspaper.

[kumawind]

Hi bro! #BondLock

[watsonsdick]

Bondlock - AU

"Your brother is such an annoying dick"

"Funny. That’s what his boyfriend always says"

[drgrlfriend]

Sir Edwin stood at parade rest, his eyes on the stark figure of Mycroft Holmes silhouetted against the pale winter sky.  The man was gazing out the window at a scrubby patch of garden below, his voice and countenance pensive.

"As my colleague is fond of remarking," Holmes mused, "This country sometimes needs a blunt instrument.  Equally, it sometimes needs a dagger — a scalpel wielded with precision and without remorse."

Holmes twisted, gazing through the glass wall at the conference in progress.  “There will always come a time when we need Sherlock Holmes.”

"If this is some expression of familial sentiment," Sir Edwin began, his voice raising in question on that last word, so foreign to everything he thought he knew about this man.

Mycroft sighed audibly.  “Don’t be absurd.”  He pivoted sharply, his cold gaze locked on Sir Edwin.  “I am not given to outbursts of brotherly compassion.”

That forbidding gaze dropped for just a moment before Mycroft raised his eyebrows in mocking inquiry.  “You know what happened to the other one.”

Sir Edwin fought to keep the grimace off his face, turning back to the window.  He had thought it a rumor, carefully cultivated by the enigmatic elder Holmes to strike fear in the hearts of those who might betray him, but if it were actually true…

Another brother, young and brilliant, separated from his siblings by both age and inclination.  A mind capable of perceiving patterns in the chaos — mathematical genius exceeding even that of his mother — isolation pulling that genius inexorably toward the intricacies of computer code and networks.  And then underneath it all, the hubris of a Holmes — small violations turning to blatant transgressions until no power, foreign or domestic, was safe from the meddling of a single insolent child.

There one day, gone the next.  Killed, exiled, imprisoned — no one knew for certain except the man who stood in front of Sir Edwin now.

Sir Edwin had heard one particularly compelling story, that the child had been subsumed into the great system of British government, his talent turned to defending the security of the nation rather than eroding it, his name replaced with a single letter.  “Some horses run better in a harness,” the gossip had said with a significant lift of his eyebrow, and Sir Edwin had snorted at the implication.  Sir Edwin’s clearance was the highest in the land.  If another Holmes were within the British government, he of all people would know about it.  

Wouldn’t he?

[estherlune]

AU Bondlock: The villain and his sniper, the spy and his quartermaster.

#I don’t know what I’m doing anymore

[bondlockisgo]

Genre: Slash | Bondlock | Action/Adventure Pairing: 007/Q Rating: R Status: Complete Chapter: 13/13 A/N: This story is re-writing and integrating of both Skyfall, and the BBC Sherlock episode, 'Reichenbach Falls' (2.03). Out of necessity, the time-frames are somewhat altered, and some plot elements have been changed. Summary: MI6 has been compromised, at least one agent inside suspected of working for the criminal mastermind James Moriarty. Bond's assignment is simple: find the mole and resolve the situation. The only catch is that the mission requires something Bond doesn't have in abundance: computer skills. With all of Q-Branch under suspicion he must turn to outside sources, and Mycroft Holmes thinks he has the perfect solution: his youngest brother.

OR/

The unholy merging of Reichenbach Falls and Skyfall, and their respective dastardly super-villains.

[bondlockisgo]

[bondlockisgo]

Summary: MI6 has been compromised. At least one corrupt agent suspected of working for the criminal mastermind James Moriarty. Bond's assignment is simple: find the mole, extract the relevant information and resolve the situation. The only catch is that the mission requires something Bond doesn't have in abundance: computer skills. With all of Q-Branch under suspicion, he must turn to outside sources, and Mycroft Holmes thinks he has the perfect solution: his youngest brother. Or: the unholy merging of Reichenbach Falls and Skyfall, and their respective dastardly super-villains.

[musaril]

Request by toboldlyboo

[decompositiondance]

Captain Watson and Commander Bond.

Boys, are you not breaking some regulations by doing… that… You know what, never mind, please carry on.

[valeria2067]

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"Can you follow my finger with your eyes, Commander? Don’t move your head, please, Sir."  John watched the Navy Commander’s light-blue eyes track left, then up, then back to the centre. 

Extraordinary. The eyes, not the response. Though this man’s responses, reflexes, and physique were all at the closest to perfect John had seen outside textbooks in med school. They sure as hell beat the norms listed on any RAMC charts. Was the Royal Navy running some kind of eugenics programme in an effort to defeat Al Qaeda?

"I thought Preston was the medic on duty. Dark hair, tall, eyelashes from here to Kazakhstaaa—"

John placed the depressor against the Commander’s tongue and pushed down. “It is her shift, but I was already awake, and she was sleeping so peacefully…”  The patient’s eyebrow rose, and a gleam lit his eyes as John removed the wooden stick. “Or so I understand, Commander.”

"Bond. James Bond." Without taking those incredible eyes off of John, Bond licked his lips slowly. John found his own gaze jumping back and forth between the crystal blue eyes and the full lower lip.

"Is that your type, then, Captain? Tall, dark-haired, with beautiful eyes? Or do you enjoy a bit of variety?"

Without thinking, John licked his own lips. He was rewarded with an even broader grin.

He cleared his throat. “Commander Bond, you may have sustained a concussion. Do you remember anything that happened to you before the explosion at the enemy encampment? Were you….detained…. there for any length of time prior?” The man had certainly been “detained” somewhere, several somewheres, in the past. John ran a hand across a particularly jagged white scar near Bond’s lower right ribs.

"Hang-gliding," Bond offered, nodding toward John’s hand. "Or was that one from parasailing? It all sort of blends together. Bit of an adrenaline addict, I’m afraid. Thrill of the chase. Danger. Breaking rules."

James reached out and laid a hand lightly on the side of John’s left thigh. One finger began to trace slow circles against the back of John’s knee. “I’d wager you have the same weakness for excitement, Captain Watson.”

John closed his hand around Bond’s wrist and tightened his grip until he saw the other man flinch. What John did NOT do, however, was move the trespassing hand away.

"Commander," he said evenly, "may I remind you that you are my patient. You are currently under my care."

"And I outrank you, as well. Mmm. So many rules to break. Or were you planning to break my wrist, instead, Doctor Watson?"

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[spectralarchers]

BONDLOCK ☼ It’s been three years since the fall and a lot of things have changed.

[youcantsaymylastname]

“What now James?” sighed John. John missed Sherlock even more when James jumped at every shadow. There was nothing to worry about anymore. There had not been a peep from Moriarty since Sherlock’s death.

John had no idea why James had reappeared in his life recently except as a way for Mycroft to keep tabs on him.