You are engaged to James Bond. One day, after he gets back from a mission, he finds the apartment the two of you live in ransacked. After finding you unconscious but alive, some shocking news comes to light as to why this happened.
•Titles are all lyrics from the song ‘No Time To Die’ by Billie Eilish
Note: Any warnings for chapters will be at the top along with word counts and summaries.
A/N: So, I went a bit further with this request. But, I did stick with the main theme of the request, I chose to make it a bit more angstier.
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“Bond? Bond!”
Two voices call his name, but he pays attention to neither. He’s focused on one thing, one goal: getting to you.
At this point, nothing else matters. It doesn’t matter that your father, his boss, doesn’t approve. It doesn’t matter that Gareth Mallory is most likely in the room with you. It doesn’t matter that Bond knows you’re not awake yet. The voices calling for him to stop don’t matter.
All he knows is that you were gravely injured and he just needed to see you. He wanted to prove to himself that you would be fine; to quell the voices in his mind saying that you may not make it through this.
“James,” he hears before a hand is gripping his sleeve and dragging him to a stop. When he turns around, he’s almost ready to push, more like punch, whoever did. However, when he sees Moneypenny, he restrains himself.
Not many people know of the relationship the two of you have. Though, Moneypenny is one. The other being Q and, more recently, a difficult discovery made by your father. It was one thing with him finding out, it was another with him finding out when you are also a double-o. Even worse when there was an emotionally explosive reaction, well explosive in your terms, from your father right before you were sent on a mission. Then to take it a step further, an argument just before you left that didn’t end on the best of terms.
All of that didn’t matter. You were hurt. James wanted to see you. No. He needs to see you. He needs to know that, if you don’t pull through this, that you and him don’t leave off in the way you last did. No, all that mattered was the fact that Moneypenny was now keeping him from achieving his goal. No matter the cost.
“What?” he says with a sharp, annoyed tone. It’s his immediate response. He doesn’t think; the emotions running through him at the moment is taking away his ability to calm himself first.
Though, she doesn’t flinch. If anything, her expression grows more sympathetic and worried.
“Mallory is in there,” she says quietly, leaning in as if it were a secret.
“You don’t think I know that?” Bond can’t help but scoff. “It’s not like he doesn’t know-“
“I know, James, but…” she trails off, her eyes focusing on something past his shoulder.
Confusion fills Bond as he watches Moneypenny’s eye flicker back to his before looking elsewhere, her hand dropping from his sleeve. He’s about to ask what was going on as Q goes to say something until he heard a new voice from behind him.
“007,” M speaks, causing Bond to turn around while Q and Moneypenny freeze. The man looks tired. That’s just on top of the worried expression. There’s a glint of something in his eyes. If Bond didn’t know any better, he’d say it was almost like a look of defeat. Did something go wrong?
Before he could think of anything more, Mallory continued.
“I’ll give the two of you some time,” he says, an unidentifiable lilt to his voice. Still, that shocked the secret agent as he watched M walk down the hallway, the opposite way from your room.
“Well, that was…” Moneypenny starts.
“Unexpected. I know,” Bond finishes, staring off in the direction M had disappeared to. “Especially since the last time we talked, his feelings toward me were…”
Moneypenny huffs out a small laugh. “You trying to think of a better word than loathing?”
He grinned a bit at that, giving a small nod. Though, it disappeared almost as quickly as it appeared as his attention was now on the door that led to where you were.
Nothing else mattered. His thoughts disappeared yet again as all he could think about was seeing you.
Before he could do anything, though, he felt a hand on his arm. This time it wasn’t pulling him to a stop, it was a reassuring touch. Moneypenny was giving him comfort and reassurance now rather than trying to keep him from going to see you.
“Fix it,” is all she mutters before she turns away, walking in the same direction as Mallory did.
Now, there was nothing holding him back. He could see you.
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You couldn’t help but stop the giggle that bubbled up from inside of you at James’ impatience. He was walking you backwards into your apartment after having practically kicked open your door. Currently, his attention was solely on giving the skin of your neck the warmth of his lips and tongue. Your fingers were carding through his hair as both of his hands were pulling you closer to him by your back.
Though you enjoyed it, you could feel him trailing back up. Your heart raced just a little faster as his lips finally met yours. The kiss was desperate. He had just gotten back from a mission. Although he’s been back since the day before, the most that you were able to do was send the other longing looks. Were it not for your father, who is also your boss, the two of you most likely would have done a bit more before this moment.
The fact that you knew your father would disapprove, though, kept the two of you from doing anything too public. On the odd occasion, you and James would go out. Every time the two of you were sent on missions together, to your father’s dismay, the two of you took advantage of the moment.
Since James had gotten back from his latest mission, he had been too occupied with tying up some loose ends. Those loose ends thankfully could easily be done from HQ, but it meant that he was busy.
So, now, the two of you were finally back together. This was going to be the only moment that you would have. You were to be sent out on your mission the following day.
When James went to trail kisses down your neck, confusion filled you as he suddenly froze. Then, he pulled away, straightening. You saw his eyes trained on something behind you. Before you could fully turn around, though, James gave away what it was.
“S-sir,” he said. You knew he was trying to sound like he wasn’t affected, but the slight stumble gave it away.
It was your father. Your father who had a rather stern expression as his eyes met yours.
You knew what was about to come. When he had seen how James and you started to get closer, he warned you to not get tangled up with him. Every time he sent you on a mission with James, you knew your father would have rathered sent someone else. Still, not only did you and James work well with each other, but you and James were the only two who’s schedules seemed to line up with the others.
There was even the one time where he found out how you and James went out to a bar once in a while. This was before you and James realized your feelings for the other.
Although you knew your father’s intentions were directed towards the fact that he didn’t want you getting hurt by James, it irritated you to no end. The amount of times it seemed like he would steer you away from him like you were a child. It didn’t matter. James had proven himself to you. It’s not like you didn’t just give in like so many others had for him. You waited until he could truly prove that he was serious about how he felt for you.
So, now, as you meet his hard gaze without wavering, you’re ready for whatever he’s about to say. It’s not like you're a child anymore. You’re an adult now. Not only that, but you’ve technically been at MI6 longer than he has. He doesn’t have total authority over you.
“Why are you here?” you ask your father. It’s an accusatory statement. You knew he was most likely trying to catch you in the act and this was your way of saying he can’t lie his way around it.
He breathes in deeply before saying, “I wanted to prove myself wrong. That doesn’t seem to be the case.”
“I’m not a child anymore,” you say without any hesitation.
You can feel James’ gaze shift over to you. Though you know he might be impressed with how you’re dealing with this, it’s equal parts confusion and searching. He wants to speak up, you know he does, but you shoot him a small look telling him not to. Before you turn your full attention on your father again, you catch his small nod.
When it comes to your father, he’s almost shocked that you dared speak to him that way.
“You’re not in full control of my life, dad.”
“Yet you’re both my agents. And since you are, I actually do have some control,” your father retorts. His brows are furrowed in anger. Though his voice doesn’t convey just how much, you know he’s practically seething. “This ends now. Otherwise I’ll have to take disciplinary action-“
“You wouldn’t,” you cut him off, irritation growing to a fever pitch.
Instead of replying right away, your father crosses the room to stand in front of you, his hands going into his pockets. A smug sort of look crosses his face before leaning a little closer to murmur, “You know I would,” before waking in between you and James and leaving your flat. You didn’t miss the little look that he gave James as he passed by.
It wasn’t until your father left and you had stood nearly frozen in your spot for a few moments before you saw James move towards you. You knew he was watching you the whole time. The feeling of him watching was always something that was warm and familiar. Now, though, it only seemed to make your frustration grow.
The fact that you knew he just wanted to comfort you as he grazed a gentle hand along your arm made you feel guilty as your anger grew. It wasn’t because of him. No, it could never be because of him. You loved him too damn much to ever be truly mad at him. Especially since this was nothing that he did. This was just because of your own decisions that went against what your father wanted. If you had wanted to, you could have shut James down long ago. Though, you found that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.
You felt James take a step closer. Though, before he could press his own body to yours, you find yourself saying a soft, “Don’t.”
He freezes. When your eyes meet his, his handsome features are twisted in confusion but at the same time understanding. He knew just as well as you how your father felt.
“Are you alright?” His question was a genuine one. He knew how you and your father didn’t often argue. When you did, though, it often laid heavily on you until you were able to sort it out. Even if the arguments weren’t entirely huge and seemed to be less important than they were.
James always helped you during those times in the past. Though, now, instead of feeling relief from his soothing tone, his question just added on to the anger. All to the point where you thought that, if it weren’t for him, you wouldn’t be in this position. That took you off guard. It wasn’t his fault. You made the decision. You had the choice to reject him. Yet, you didn’t.
“Honestly, James,” you say, unable to meet his eyes, “no, I’m not.”
There was an edge to your tone. One that sent a look of shock over his expression for a split second. He took a step away as he realized just how serious you were being. Not that he never took you seriously, but he wasn’t exactly expecting this.
Though you appreciated his backing off, you hated it at the same time. Your thoughts were torn between two things. One being the love you had for James, but also the love for your father. Not only that, but how much you were suddenly chiding yourself for ever going against your dad. Now, because you did exactly that, you don’t know if you’ve lost that attachment.
You had no idea how this process of thinking suddenly came about. All you knew was that you were even more irritated with the fact that James was still even in your flat. The feeling of him watching you was making you feel both frustrated but also comforted.
In the end, your frustration won. The worst part was that it won over just as James spoke once again.
“What are you thinking?”
The question is innocent. You knew what he was trying to do. He had done it countless times before, especially when you were struggling after a mission. It was his way to help you through whatever was troubling you. Now, though, it was only an opening for all of the frustration to be let out.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Confusion crossed James’s face. There was a small flicker of something else as well; a small flicker of his own frustration. Even still, he acted like the feeling was non-existent. Yet, he couldn’t keep it fully out of his tone.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
You couldn’t keep your intrusive thoughts to yourself any longer. It didn’t matter that you didn’t believe it.
“What I mean is that, had I actually listened to my father, I would not be in this position.”
James said nothing. The only thing he had to do was show the small furrow of his brow that told you of the hurt, confusion, and frustration he was feeling. Not only that, but the small glisten in his eyes would’ve given it away anyways.
Before he could try and say anything, though, you continued. “James, if I had never given in… Maybe I would be happier without having to hide this from him.”
“Really?” James replies, the frustration that was once hiding now coming up. “You’re blaming me when this was your decision?”
“Yet you were the one who never gave up.”
You always knew you got to him whenever he scoffed before whatever he was about to say. It either meant that he was going to dismiss it or would say something that was going to hurt. You were both afraid and strangely hopeful for whatever was about to come.
“Well I’m sorry I ever attempted to make you smile. You know, if you just once went against Mallory, more than just what you made me believe we had, maybe then you would actually see how happy you could be.”
“Maybe you should actually follow the rules for once. You’ll see that there’s more than just blind obedience like you think there isn’t. Maybe then you’ll see that it’s because of you that I am so unhappy!”
You don’t know where that came from. It wasn’t true. It was the furthest from the truth. Ever since you started this relationship with James, you had never felt happier. Yet, your loyalty to your father always managed to shake up all of those foundations. You hated how that was the case. Most of all, you hated the reaction it caused from James.
His expression was a mix of sadness, anger, shock and confusion. Though, that wasn’t what you hated the most. What you hated the most was how he woundedly said, “Well, I’ll leave you to be happy again,” before leaving with only a small glance over his shoulder.
Every single part of you was screaming to run after him, but your brain won over. Your mission was soon and trying to work things out now might make it worse rather than better. So, you let him go, no matter how much it hurt you to do so. You didn’t know if this would be the last time you would see him in your home; you didn’t know if your father truly would live up to his word. In the end, you knew that, if you were going to try and deal with this, it would have to wait until you get back. Only then will you really let yourself realize what this all entails.
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That night from before your mission was irrelevant as Bond walked into your room. The sight of all of your injuries and the beeping of the monitor only worked to make it so that night never happened. All he knew was that your left arm was in a cast, your head was wrapped in bandages that slanted down to nearly cover your nearly entirely swollen left eye. Whatever else there was on the list of injuries, he didn’t know. It was just the knowledge that you were alive that was currently keeping him together.
A few more moments went by until he realized that he hadn’t moved. All he had been doing was scanning for the worst of your injuries. That and letting relief flood him when he saw that you were guaranteed to be alright.
Slowly, he finally took a few hesitant steps forward. Each step felt heavy despite how desperately he wanted to get to you. A part of him was feeling almost as if this really was his fault. That it may have been the argument from before you left that distracted you and kept you from escaping this fate.
It felt like he had taken years for him to get to the side of your bed. He slid into the chair that he assumed Mallory must’ve been using.
James let his eyes roam over your face, taking in the small areas of skin that weren't covered by bandages or bruises. He wasted no time to search for your hand with his without looking away from your face. As he intertwined his fingers with yours, he brought his other hand to lightly brush along your jaw; one of the few parts of your face that escaped without much harm.
“I…” James starts but trails off. He knows you’re not conscious. Still, though, he feels the need to say something, anything, that may help. With that, though, he didn’t know what to say exactly. He wanted to apologize, to say how much he wanted you to wake up, to ask for you to listen to him apologize for how this was his fault. None of that seemed right. Yet, it all seemed right.
Instead of saying anything, he instead brought both of his hands to cover your one as he leaned forward, letting his head rest against your arm. His want to say something left him as he felt your warm hand in his. The knowledge that it was warm and that you were here and breathing made him just glad that he still had you.
James stayed like this for so long that he no longer knew how much time passed. He made no movement, no adjustments. All he did was pay attention to the way your chest rose and fell with each breath, the way it would slightly nudge your arm to the side each time. It sent relief through him. Maybe you didn’t suffer from any cracked or broken ribs with how deep your breathing is.
As each moment passed, he was expecting someone to walk in. Well, besides the staff. He was expecting Mallory to walk in. Or even Q or Moneypenny. It was just him and you. And he was growing tired of the silence.
“I…” he started yet again, trying to finish whatever thought he tried to get out when he first got here. He still didn’t really know what to say. But he’d figure it out as he went.
He had to say something, anything.
“You know,” he said after a deep breath, only lifting his head slightly, “until I met you, I never knew I could truly care for anyone else.”
Now, James fully lifted his head, his eyes searching your face. Although he knew you most likely couldn’t hear any of this, he didn’t care.
So, he continued through the tightening of his throat and fought to keep his voice even. “I’ve never wanted anything so much my entire life.”
Yet again, he dropped his head back to your arm. He was trying his best to keep the tears at bay as he gently squeezed your hand. It was more of a gesture to comfort himself more than anything.
To his surprise, your hand squeezed his gently in return. As he felt your fingers move to intertwine with his, he snapped his head up seeing your eyes (one partially closed from the swelling) look at him.
“That’s not very professional,” you lightly teased. Although your voice was quiet and hoarse, James still smiled and lightly chuckled, his thumb lightly brushing over your knuckles. “You look worse for wear.”
James laughed. “The pot calling the kettle black,” he slightly teased back. He could only imagine how he looked right now. He knew his hair was a mess from running his hands through it when he first learned of your condition. His tie had been discarded, part of his shirt was untucked from rushing to the hospital, and his eyes must be red from his unshed tears.
Despite the teasing air, James’ smile dropped as he surveyed your visible injuries. He still felt guilty and as if this was because of him.
“Hey,” he heard you call softly, bringing his attention back to your eyes. “This isn’t your fault,” you nearly whisper.
He nods slowly, muttering, “I know,” as he couldn’t help but smile at the fact that you knew. You could always read him so well when no one else could.
“Has anyone told you?”
“No.”
You squeeze his hand, a silent question for him to look at you again. When he does, you continue. “It was a train. I was chasing the target when he threw a C4 and it blew just as a train was passing by. I only just managed to take cover behind a support before it could crush me.”
“And nothing distracted you?”
Although he wanted you to say no, a twisted part of him wanted you to say yes. He wanted to take the blame for this. He wanted you to blame him for it. What he oddly wanted was for you to push him away like you had wanted before even with the fact that he never wanted to live a day without you.
When you looked at him now, he knew you knew what he meant.
You shook your head. “Not during that moment. I was thinking about it during my downtime before the chase happened.”
James yet again nodded. It made him feel better, sure, but he dreaded the fact that you had been thinking about it. Did you solidify your decision? Did you change your mind?
“While I was thinking,” you started, breaking him from his thoughts, “I came to a conclusion.”
“What was that?”
He was brimming with hope and dread all mixed together. There was no telling where this was going. It didn’t matter that you hadn’t removed your hand from his. It could be because you were preparing to say goodbye for good and not a sign he’d much rather.
“That I was wrong. That I love you too much.”
“You shouldn’t. Y-your father said-”
“I don’t care, James,” you said firmly. There was no doubt in your voice. Only surety. “I realized that I had been living under his rules for far too long. He had control over my life until now. Now, I’m making this decision. For me. For you. For us.”
Nothing else matters anymore. Nothing else matters other than him pushing himself from the chair to press his lips to yours, careful not to hurt you. When you pulled his head down with your good arm, though, he knew you meant it. Nothing else mattered except for the fact that he was with you and nothing was keeping the two of you apart any longer.
Summary: The success of this mission is vital. It's up to you and James Bond to see it through. Even if things are going wrong.
W/C: 8.4k😳
Warnings: cannon typical violence, implications and innuendos, blood, extensive injuries, character trapped underground, angst
A/N: Welcome to the longest oneshot I've ever written. This was originally supposed to be like... 3k tops. Guess you can say I got carried away. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
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“This is a top priority mission,” Mallory says through your’s and Bond’s coms. “Your objective is to infiltrate the laboratory and capture the head scientist, Serafin Traczyk, and destroy the facility.”
As M finishes his initial briefing, you click the mag into your P226 and tuck it into the holster. You check your AR33 and the ammo as you glance over at Bond. He’s doing a similar routine to yours as Mallory continues on about the specifics of the mission.
There’s a certain air around this mission. Part of it is satisfaction for you. You’ve spent the better part of three months trying to track down Serafin Traczyk, a Polish scientist that has been creating a toxic gas that would go unnoticed on any detector in the world. He had been getting funding from an outside source that you were still trying to track down.
Now, you can finally take action against this. Even without knowing who was backing Traczyk, this would at least keep his work away from the wrong hands.
Although, as Bond’s eyes meet yours, there’s something else you can’t quite put your finger on. Well, there’s definitely excitement for what’s to happen after the mission but this is more somber. You have no idea what could be causing it but it’s there.
“Q will guide you through the rest,” M says as you and Bond finish your preparations. “Good luck to the both of you.”
“Thank you, sir,” you say before the com clicks off.
Bond turns towards where Q is set up. “Where are we entering from, Q?”
The man glances over for a moment before waving you and Bond over to his monitors. “There’s a weak spot in the structure here,” he zooms in on the area, “it’s the only blind spot from any cameras on the outside of the facility. Blowing out that wall will lead you into a position with plenty of cover and easy access to the rest of the building. There’s a mark on the wall that should be the perfect placement.”
You nod. “Any idea how many we’re up against?”
“Initial scans showed about fifty armed guards positioned all throughout the lab. I can’t speak for inside the lab itself as it’s locked down tight and blocks out all of our scanners.”
“Lovely,” you hear Bond mutter.
You chuckle and nudge his elbow with yours. “You scared?” you tease lightly.
He smirks almost smugly as he straightens his stance. To most it would be an intimidating pose that would strike fear into those who oppose him. For you, you had to hide the way it made you warm up. You couldn’t let the hitch in your breath be noticed when Q was just right there.
“Don’t worry, darling,” he starts in an equally teasing tone, “I’ll be minding your six. So I’ll have plenty of time to escape.”
The wink he sends along with that once again forces you to push back the reaction that it causes. There’s a mission to deal with in a few moments and here he is flirting with you. So, instead, you roll your eyes with a small shake of your head to put on a show for Q.
Well, it’s not an unusual thing. Even before you and Bond were ever… involved, the two of you always interacted like this. You’d tease and flirt and everyone was convinced, partially from your reactions to the other, that nothing was going on. Little did they know that there was, in fact, more going on. A lot more than they think.
“Right,” Q says, clapping his hands together as he stands, “now for the tech. It’s nothing too special for this one. Merely just the detonator for the wall and the explosives to position throughout the facility. At this point, the worry of cameras of any sort is completely irrelevant.”
Bond smirks at the man as you both follow. You know he wants to say some sort of remark but he refrains. Surprisingly.
“Q,” you start as you lean against the desk beside him and sounding like you have a genuine question, “you sure you wanna trust any of that to 007?”
You catch Bond’s eye, flashing him a cheeky smirk as Q is facing away. There’s a glint of amusement in his blue eyes but makes no sort of retort. All he does is give you that sly look before turning his attention over to Q. Silently, you were thankful that his back was facing you and Bond.
Man, you were in for it if you made it out of this mission unscathed.
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“Come here,” Bond says as he grabs your wrist, pulling you to the side where no one can see you.
There’s not much warning before he’s pulling you into him, his hands resting on your hips as your hands land on his chest. His blue eyes never leave yours as they soften, his hands drifting up your back. There’s a tense little glint in his eyes and you know that this is different than it was just moments ago.
At this moment, he’s not 007. He’s not the Bond everyone knows him to be; the handsome secret agent who can charm his way into any woman’s heart. No, this is James. Your James. The James that was a true romantic no matter how much he denied it. The James that would spend every spare moment he could with you when you were both in London or on missions together. The James that had asked you to join him on a trip to the Bahamas after this mission was over.
As your eyes settled on his, you knew that the task at hand was now being met with seriousness. Well, not saying the two of you weren’t taking it seriously before, but the teasing and joking was now out the window. The possibly fatal consequences are now being considered.
“Are you alright?” you ask softly, drawing small patterns on his chest.
He nods. “Are you?”
“We’ve been preparing for a while, James. It’ll be alright.”
He smirks a little as you move one hand to cup the side of his neck. His nose nuzzles yours as he pulls you as close as possible. It’s an unnamable comfort in a time such as this. Even with the fact that you both had tactical gear blocking your ability to get as close as you really want to be.
“Then I can have you all to myself,” he mutters before kissing you.
You lean into it, relishing the way his lips slot with yours. Though, you cut it short to tease, “You sure it isn’t the other way around?”
James chuckles, a devilish grin curling his lips. “You can have it whatever way you want.”
Your giggle is cut short as he kisses you again. This time, though, he deepens it, taking the single step forward and pressing you against the wall.
For a few moments longer, you indulge him. That is, until his hands begin to roam.
“James,” you mumble into the kiss, your tone mock disapproving.
He only hums as his lips trail from yours down to your jaw. You can’t help the laugh that escapes you.
“James. Not here. Not now.”
The groan he lets out along with how his shoulders sag makes you laugh even more.
Then, he brings his head up to meet your gaze. “I want this mission to be over already.”
-
You poked your head out from the bush just enough to get a look. Thankfully, no one was in sight. There were two cameras but, just as Q had said, they were pointing away from the area.
“Clear,” you whisper as you signal to move forward.
Bond was a few paces behind you as you creeped out from the brush. Each of your steps were strategically placed to ensure no noise was made as you found the mark on the wall that Q told you about. Hopefully he was right about being the perfect placement zone.
Holding up your fist, Bond turns and crouches, scanning the tree line as you set everything up.
“Think anyone’s on the other side of that wall?” Bond asks quietly.
You shrug. “Intel says that this is a storage room. If there is anyone in there, they shouldn’t be armed.”
Honestly, that fact didn’t matter much. It was more of a way to help distract a little from the bigger task at hand. Create one small area of positivity to calm yourself before it all goes down. A clearer head makes for a more successful mission.
“Got it yet?” Bond asks a little impatiently.
“Give me a moment,” you grunt a little as you fiddle with the device. “I never understand why Q-Branch has to make these things so bloody complicated.”
Bond huffs a laugh as you finally finish setting it up. “There. Clear the blast radius.”
Both of you move to either side of the explosive, the trigger held in your palm. You look to Bond who gives you a nod of confirmation.
“Knock knock,” you say just before pressing the trigger.
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“Leaving all the fun to me?” you tease after taking down yet another pair of guards.
“Told you I’m watching your six,” Bond retorts with forced irritation. “They just all happen to be in front of you.”
You turn to him for a split second with a cheeky grin. “You must be jealous.”
He scoffs as you turn back to your objective. The sound of three shots coming from behind you.
Turning, you see a guard laying on the ground. Glancing at Bond, he gives you a certain look that says I told you so. You huff a laugh before you go back to pushing forward.
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“M, we’ve planted the detonators through the building but there’s no sign of Dr. Traczyk.”
“You have to find him. Our man on the inside said he was there just moments before you breached the facility. Split up and find him. We can’t afford to lose him.”
“Yessir,” you mutter as you look at Bond. “You get all of these people out. I’ll go find the doctor.”
He takes a glance at the other scientists that are on the ground. They were all trembling with fear from the way you and 007 had taken out the guards. The lockdown alarm had already been set off before you arrived at the main lab.
You see as a glint of something flashes in his eyes. “They can make their way out on their own. I’m coming with you.”
You shake your head. “James, they’ll be captured again if you don’t help them,” you say firmly. “We came here to capture Dr. Traczyk and destroy this facility but these are innocent people who were forced into this.”
Bond is still reluctant to leave you. You know he wants to help you. In all honesty, you want him to come with you. However, in this circumstance, you know you’re right. He knows you’re right. Yet you know why he’s hesitant. If you were in his position, you would be as well.
“James,” you start, more softly this time as you take a step closer to him, “I’ll be fine. I think I know exactly where this man is and I need these people safe. They can help us in the end and we’ve taken out the majority of the guards.”
Bond takes the last step of distance between the two of you. His expression is hard and set as he says, “We can extract them after. I don’t want to-“
“No,” you cut him off. “This is my mission, Bond. I’ll be fine. Plus, I’ve dealt with worse than a mad scientist,” you say with a light chuckle, attempting to lighten the mood.
You see the battle he’s going through. It’s sweet that he’s so concerned about you but it’s your job. It’s his job. The two of you know how dangerous it can be but this mission has, so far, left you with only a single small scrape to your cheek. You knew that it wouldn’t get much worse than that.
When you see that he still isn’t letting up, you lean up, one of your hands cupping the hinge of his jaw as your lips press to his. Bond immediately returns it but pulls away after a few seconds.
As he pulls away, you can see the fight has dulled. You know he’s accepted whatever your plan. He still might not necessarily like it, but you know he won’t fight it any more.
“Plus,” you say quietly, your lips still inches away from his, “I don’t want you in here in case I bring down this building a little too early,” you tease.
He huffs a laugh. “You’re insufferable.”
You smile as you begin to walk backwards out of the lab and into the winding hallways. “The pot calling the kettle black.”
-
Your head was pounding. The only sound you could hear was that of the ringing in your ears as you struggled to regain focus.
There was no way you could’ve expected that. With other people down here, you didn’t expect them to risk an explosion of that kind.
Now, until the ringing in your ears dies down, you only have one sense you can rely on. You have to keep your eyes sharp. It’ll be the only way you can survive this and you know your objective is not much further. Yet, you have a nagging feeling in your gut. What it was, you weren’t sure. What you were sure about was that you were going to ignore it as you shot down three guards that came around the corner.
The only outside source you could now rely on was Bond and Q over your coms. Any tech that was used to scan the building did not detect this: a lower level of the laboratory that was hidden due to an underground train tube. So, scans never ran further as there were no obvious passages down to this place.
“Y/N, we’ve done the proper scans,” Q’s voice comes in faintly through your earpiece.
“Marvellous. What am I looking at?”
There’s a pause on the other end as you continue to take down many more guards than you had all thought there was. You swore that there were, at least, two times more of them down here.
“Q, what am I up against?” you say impatiently as you continue moving down the hall.
“Get out of there. Now,” comes Bond’s voice. His tone is stern and genuinely serious as he says it.
That feeling from before was starting to creep up again with that. There’s something they aren’t telling you but you’ll be damned if you don’t finish this mission. Too much was riding on it.
“No. I’m almost there,” you reply followed by two shots as you round another corner.
“Please,” Bond practically pleads, “get out of there. It’s not worth it.”
You huff, a hint of irritation in it. “I’m not going to. I’ve gotten too far to back out now. So, unless there’s a reason you need me out, I’m staying.”
“You’re in danger!” Q chimes in now.
You roll your eyes as the frustration begins to build. “It would be much appreciated if you say what from.”
“I’m ordering you to get out, Y/N. It’s a trap,” Bond says firmly.
The nerve of this man. “I don’t care. I already said no, Bond. I’m too far in now and, if I remember correctly, this is my mission. So, unless you relay the exact reason as to why I need to abort this mission, I suggest you quit blathering and let me do my job.”
As you round into yet another hallway, you notice that it’s shockingly empty. Though, it’s the last hallway that you haven’t checked. There’s only one door and it’s cracked open just the slightest bit.
Slowly, you approach. You have no clue what’s inside and belatedly realise how there’s no voices coming from your earpiece. Did Bond finally give up? Though Q was also trying to convince you to retreat and he has gone silent as well.
In the end, you chalked it up to them giving up. It didn’t matter that you knew it wasn’t like them. It didn’t matter that the uneasy feeling was now coming back with a vengeance that made you slightly nauseous.
Ignoring it all, you move closer. You were able to peer into the room from the crack.
Wait. This doesn’t make sense. It’s just a closet. How the-
Then, you see a glint of something attached to the doorframe. You’re able to turn and get just far enough that the blast alone wouldn’t kill you. Even with that, though, it didn’t mean you escaped entirely.
The blast’s force pushes you into the wall, effectively winding you as your back slams against it. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t keep your head from suffering the same fate.
Your vision goes black as you feel yourself land against your side. Something cracks but you’re too dazed to be able to place exactly what it was. You couldn’t tell if it was a rib or your arm but that didn’t matter right now. What mattered was the fact that you weren’t sure how much damage that explosion caused and that you were desperately trying to breathe properly again.
Air finally floods your lungs as you cough fiercely. Your vision comes back and is a little blurry but it’s clear enough to make out your surroundings. The grogginess and metallic taste in your mouth goes unnoticed as you can’t be anything but sharp as a tack in your predicament.
The fact that there were two different blasts in close proximity was not good for the situation you were in. You didn’t know if it compromised any of the supports. If it did, you were in much more trouble and any injury of yours would be irrelevant.
Looking around, you thankfully can’t see any kind of collapse. Well, not in your immediate proximity.
As you peer a little further towards the closet, you can see sparks and something metal. A specific type of metal not commonly used for structures. Well, not this sort of structure.
That’s when it dawns on you. The train. This was what Bond had meant.
There’s no more time to just stay where you are on the ground. You have no idea how much time you have until escape is no option. You need to get yourself off the floor and run.
Agony shoots through your arm up into your shoulder as you push yourself up. Well, that at least clears one thing up. You now know that it was, thankfully, not your ribs that you heard crack.
You couldn’t focus on that. There’s no time to survey the extent of your injuries. Not now.
“Bon-“ you start but get cut off as you start harshly coughing again.
It lasts a few moments, the ability to take in air is difficult as your lungs feel as if they’re on fire. Pain wracks your body as your muscles constrict from the force of them. How long did you initially go without air?
“Bond,” you start again, your voice hoarse and grumbly. “Q, you all… need,” another cough, “to clear out of the area. Now.”
There’s some crackling before any voices begin to cut through. The blast must’ve disrupted the signal.
“-at’s going on?” you hear Bond’s voice finally come through. You can’t describe the way it sends such relief through you. Though, you can’t dwell on it. There’s a much more pressing matter at hand.
“Explosions,” you say, trying to limit your words to keep as much air flow as possible, “two. Train could… collapse lab.”
You can hear as Bond and Q continue to say a few things. You know both of them are trying to tell you to get out but your attention isn’t on them. All you’re trying to do is ignore the pain as you slowly push yourself from the floor.
“Y/N,” you hear Bond’s voice, no, James’s voice. You can hear the concern and panic in his tone. This is the man, not the agent, that you’ve fallen for and you know he’s making that blatant. “Q says there’s a train coming. You need to make it to the lab. I can help you from there.”
“No,” you say as firmly as you can, “No. You need to get away. I can’t… I won’t be able to live with the fact that you got hurt from this.”
He’s silent for a moment. And, when he speaks, you know exactly what he’s going to say. He knows why you’re telling him to get out rather than agreeing to meet him where he’s waiting. “I’m coming to get you. Is anything bleeding?”
“No, James, get out of here. If anything happens, you can chase down Traczyk.”
“Y/N-“
Just as you’re finally pushing yourself onto one knee, that’s when you hear it. The clacking against the rails couldn’t be mistaken for anything else.
“James, you need to go now,” you say, pushing yourself up into a run.
You don’t hear him reply. The crashing of the train behind you made sure you wouldn’t as you managed to get away from the main area. Even still, you could hear the way the ceiling was collapsing.
You didn’t stop to look but you never even got the chance. Not when another explosion went off just as you got part way up the stairs.
There was no way to tell where it came from. You didn’t know whether it was in front of you or behind you. All you knew was that the heat was close and debris was scraping your face before your vision suddenly went dark.
-
Everything was dark. You were expecting to feel something pinning you to the stairs below you, but there wasn’t much. If there was something it could be pushed off easily.
At least, that’s what you thought.
As soon as you began to try and push yourself up, you ended up shouting in pain and dropping back to the steps below you. Your whole body felt as if it were on fire. There wasn’t a single part of you that didn’t ache in some way.
You tried to take in a deep breath but you couldn’t. All you inhaled was dust and your ribs screamed in protest. So, you thought to yourself, didn’t dodge that one.
One thing that you’re considering as a positive is the fact that your arms are free. It didn’t matter if one of them was possibly broken. You’ll use it if you have to no matter how much pain it causes. If it gets you out alive, that’s what you’ll do.
For now, with your free hand, you feel around the pocket of your combat trousers that contains your light. However, you pause as you feel something wet and sticky just above your belt.
Oh. Not good.
By the way it feels, you should be able to manage until you get yourself out of here. That is, until your hand hits something and causes you to grunt in pain from the shift. Feeling around more, each touch just as painful as the last, you realise it’s a piece of rebar.
In the end, you breathe out a sigh of relief when you determine it isn’t stuck and not far enough in to be an issue. The worst it did was take a small chunk out of you and would make for an ugly scar. It just thankfully wasn’t piercing you the way you were fearing.
So, as you continue to your original goal, you grab the flashlight to view your surroundings the best you can.
First, you see that you were right about not having much on top of you. It was just a smaller concrete slab that most likely came off the wall that wasn’t as damaged. Though, it was most likely the cause for your damaged ribs. The rebar had come from a piece of the ceiling that had luckily shielded you from the worst of the collapse as it was lodged between the lower wall to the one directly beside you.
From the position you were in on the stairs, you determined that the last explosion had come from behind you as you’re further up the stairs than you were before. You had never been so grateful for the force of a blast until now.
With the cement still on top of you, you weren’t able to see what the damage was like behind you. Injured ribs aside, it wouldn’t allow you to twist around to be able to look.
You didn’t know when or how, but your earpiece was no longer with you. That meant no communication with Q or M… or James. Then, your mind starts to race.
Had he heard the explosion happen? If he did, was he thinking the worst or is he trying to get to you? You don’t know. All you know at this moment is that you have to get out of this area before it completely collapses. That and the fact that you should’ve listened to Q and James. They told you it was a trap and you still didn’t listen even when it was obvious.
The stairs don’t twist for another two dozen metres or so. If you can just get a bit further up you can guarantee your safety for another few minutes at least. Maybe you could make your way up far enough to possibly gain a radio from one of the guards you took down. Then you could contact anyone but, more specifically, a certain someone.
There was no other option. It’s gonna be hell trying to push yourself free but a few moments of agony is better than dying by this.
So, taking in as deep a breath as you can through the dust, you hold it in as you plant your elbows and knees and push. You scream both in agony and effort as the concrete slowly lifts. It’s almost too much but you can’t afford to stop now. With a final breath, you push with all the strength you can muster. Relief fills you as the rubble falls to the side meaning you’re free.
Breathing immediately becomes easier but now is not the time to rest and catch your breath. Not when you can now see how your legs were centimetres away from being crushed.
The entire underground facility is no longer accessible. The supports had completely caved in on the entrance. You wouldn’t be surprised if everything on the other side suffered the same fate.
Good. You didn’t want to deal with that place for any longer anyways. Too many hallways for your liking.
Now, all you need to do is get up the…
Dust falling from above you cuts your musings short. Flashing the light to the source, you see a crack in the giant slab that had protected you until now. The cracks are getting larger and fast.
You were just able to painfully get up and start running as soon as you heard the cracks turn into the breaking of the cement.
-
Thank god for emergency frequencies, you think to yourself as you pick up a radio from one of the dead guards on the stairs. You consider yourself lucky that they all had one. Well, it was more like you were lucky that this specific guard had one.
You had just managed to escape the last of the falling debris. However, one stray piece had knocked into your left knee as it fell right in front of you. There was no way to tell if it was actually broken but it rendered your leg useless for the time being. It had to have at the very least cracked the bone.
So, you had been crawling your way up the stairs until you reached the last guard you had taken down on these steps. There was no way you were going to get out of here on your own now. This situation now called for backup so you can just finish this bloody mission.
You take in a large breath before speaking into the radio. There was only one frequency that you could use right now. Well, it was more like there was only one that you could remember at the moment through all the chaos you’ve endured.
How is he going to react? You didn’t know but you did know that, if you didn’t do this now, then you’d be wasting precious seconds.
“James,” you say quietly. It’s all you can manage. Between the amount of dust you’ve inhaled and how much you’ve exerted yourself, there’s not much left in you to be able to speak clearer.
The other end is silent. Though, you aren’t surprised. You probably wouldn’t have heard your first call either. It was barely audible even in your own ears.
Now, clearing your dry throat, you try again a little louder and firmer, “James, are you there?”
“Where are you?”
You can’t help the weak laugh that leaves you. It’s just like him to get straight to the point. Though, you wish that this was something he would’ve eased a bit into.
“How’s it looking from up top?”
“Y/N, I’m not playing this game. Where. Are. You?”
You shift a bit, grunting in pain before answering, “Just getting my steps in. Stairs really help.”
There’s a pause on the other end. You can hear muffled voices and when James speaks again, he’s quieter than before.
“Are you hurt?”
You sigh. You know you can’t dance around this any longer. It didn’t matter how much you didn’t want to admit that you made a mistake. If you didn’t tell him, then you won’t make it out alive.
“Nothing too serious. I’m stuck on the stairs. I had to crawl to get to this radio.”
“Anything bleeding?”
You scoff which causes you to wince. Your ribs must be worse than you thought.
“Just a bleeding heart, darling,” you tease.
You’re trying to distract yourself; to distract him. Though, those attempts may be making matters worse rather than better.
“Don’t,” you hear him say firmly, almost as if it was pained. It makes your stomach twist with remorse as it comes out almost pleadingly on top of it all.
“Are you the one coming down?” you ask, finally dropping the teasing. You don’t think you can handle hearing the way James sounded like that again.
“Yes. I never left the laboratory.”
“James,” you start, ready to voice your disapproval but don’t finish your thought as a sound draws your attention. It’s not a good one. “James?”
“What?”
“Hurry.”
-
Pieces of the cement around you were beginning to crack and fall as you heard another train passing by. You remember seeing there were two separate tunnels and you weren’t sure which one this was in. All you knew is that, if James didn’t get to you on time, you wouldn’t be able to escape this time.
Right now, all you could do was watch the cracks grow bigger; the dust that falls more and more; the way small pieces begin to loosen and fall as it moves up the wall.
In any other situation, you’d be more afraid of watching this all happen. The only reason you’re not is the knowledge that James is coming. You had given him directions to the hidden stairwell that led to you. Why you weren’t worried was because he was still up there. He’s close so it shouldn’t take him long to get here.
However, the adrenaline is beginning to wear off. The amount of sheer pain your body is in is now flooding every part of your body. On top of that, you’re downright exhausted from your efforts.
You just want to sleep. It would help you forget the pain but you know you can’t. At least, not before James finds you. It may seem tempting but you know that, especially with how you definitely have a concussion, you can’t afford to. The longer you stay awake, the better your chances are of surviving. Plus, you want to be able to tell James that you’re sorry.
Then, you’re reminded of one of your injuries as your head begins to spin more and your vision becomes hazy. You bring your hand to cover the gash on your left hip. How badly has it been bleeding? You hadn’t been able to check once you were free of the debris. Plus, you have no clue how long you had initially been out for.
You don’t know how long you’ve been down here. Was it hours? Or has it only been mere minutes? How long has it been since you heard the telltale rumble of another train coming through? How long has it been that you have been listening to both the ringing in your ears and the sound of breaking cement?
Then, something draws your attention away from that and breaks your train of thought.
Through the ringing in your ears and haze of your mind, you swear you can hear footsteps. At first, you thought that it was just you imagining things as you fought to keep your eyes open. When you tilt your head towards the stairs, though, you find you weren’t imagining it. You can see his light.
It’s not much longer until you see James come around the corner.
When he sees you, he rushes over to your side. “Let’s get you out of here,” he says, wasting no time, positioning your good arm over his shoulder.
The feeling of him doing that, the way his body presses against yours as he helps you to stand, it gives you a sense of comfort like no other. You know now that you’re going to be alright. You can’t help but think that, had the situation not been as pressing, he would’ve kissed you before helping you up.
You find yourself losing your ability to keep your eyes open in this comfort. Everything around you is hardly processed and you can only vaguely hear the way the stairway is collapsing behind you. You know James is saying something to you but you couldn’t repeat the words no matter how hard you tried.
The fact that you’ve made it outside of the lab isn’t registered. Not until James is carefully setting you down against a tree.
He puts pressure against your bleeding side, causing you to groan. You can just make out the apologetic look he gives you.
Then, you remember something.
“Detonator,” you push out, your voice weak.
James’ eyes don’t leave the area that he’s putting pressure on as he shakes his head saying, “That’s not important.”
“James,” you say as sternly as you can. This was part of your mission whether you caught Traczyk or not. You wanted to leave this with the knowledge that you were at least able to complete one part of your objective.
His eyes raise to meet yours. You have no idea what kind of expression you’re making but, by the way he sighs, you know he understands.
“Left upper pocket… press it.”
He nods and follows your directions. You hardly register the explosion that goes off in the background. Even so, relief fills you with just the knowledge that it worked.
“Helicopter will be here soon,” you hear James say softly.
You faintly feel one of his hands cupping your chin, comforting you immensely as you lean into it the best you can. It brings back the powerful urge to let your eyes close again. Maybe if you just close them for a couple of minutes in the safety of his touch…
“No,” you hear James say. “You just need to stay awake for a little longer.”
If it weren’t for the fact that your mind was so hazy, you would’ve thought he was panicking. It couldn’t be what you heard, though. James Bond never panicked over anything and you wouldn’t ever begin to think it would begin with you.
“It’s just for a few moments,” you say, your body starting to sag as the pain recedes to the back of your mind.
You can hear James saying something else. You didn’t hear any of it except for one thing. Though, you thought you were just imagining him saying those words. There’s no way he actually said them. No, it was just your imagination trying to comfort you as you slowly lose the fight of staying awake.
It didn’t matter if you tried to open your eyes now. You couldn’t even if you wanted to. So, you slowly drift off, the pain no longer felt.
-
There’s voices as you come to. You have no clue what they’re saying. It all sounds muffled and distant as you keep your eyes closed. You aren’t sure you can open them anyways.
Slowly, the voices become more clear. You can make out two people for sure. Q and Moneypenny. The way they’re speaking, you’re not sure if they’re relaying information to one another or if they’re speaking to someone else. Could they be talking to M? You know it can’t be James. You had both agreed to keep whatever’s going on between the two of you from everyone else. If he was here it would be when no one else was in the room.
However, their voices are too sombre in tone to be talking with M. They must just be talking about something else to the other.
That still isn’t right, though. You can just make out a third voice in the room. This one is quieter and you can’t quite make out who it is. You know it’s someone you know but you can’t quite place it. Well, that is until you start focusing on other things.
You notice how your whole body aches. The pain that you had felt from before was subdued and there was a quiet, constant ringing in your ears. Your left arm, the one you had landed on, was in a cast and was resting across your middle. From what you could tell, it had broken something in your forearm and, thankfully, it wasn’t your elbow.
On top of all that, there’s a dull throbbing in your left hip. That’s when you remember how you were before ending up here. You remember how James had been putting pressure against it, reassuring you that the two of you would be extracted soon… saying something else that you were still sure was your imagination.
Then, there’s one thing that you’re able to feel that you’re both surprised but happy about. A something that tells you who the third person in the room is; a something that, when you squeeze your hand around his, makes him pause. You know he does. You don’t have to see him to know. You can simply tell by the feel of his hand in yours.
Despite that, you now want to open your eyes. It doesn’t matter how groggy you feel and how heavy your eyelids are, you just want to see him. You want to see that he’s alright and prove to him that you are as well.
At first, your vision is a little blurry as you squint from the light. Though, when it clears up, you see James sitting beside your bed. His eyes are red as the cool blue irises peer at you.
There’s thankfully no sign of any other injuries than what you already knew of. It makes you breathe a small, relieved sigh, doing your best not to aggravate your ribs.
“Hi,” you whisper. Between the dryness of your throat and how hoarse it feels, that was the best you could manage. It didn’t matter to James as he seemed to relax as he intertwined his fingers with yours.
You turn your gaze over to where Eve and Q are standing off to the side.
Before you can mention anything or worry, they’re offering reassuring smiles as James squeezes your hand gently. It brings your attention back to him as he says, “Don’t worry. They figured it out long ago.”
You lightly chuckle and you hate the fact that, even though you tried to avoid it, it still made you wince.
“Why am I not surprised,” you say, glancing back over at the two.
They smile and Eve teases, “You’ve never been good at hiding things.” She glances over at James. “Neither of you are.”
That earns a laugh from everyone in the room as you smile. You’re glad that you have these three. They always have been able to make you feel better in the worst of times. They were the ones you could truly trust.
As the laughter dies down, you can’t help but think of the mission as you stare off into the distance. Your smile fell as you thought of how you didn’t know if they had been able to find your initial target or if he had disappeared again. It had been months of you chasing down leads to find the man before he could fulfill his plan.
You hated to bring down the mood, but you had to know.
“Traczyk,” you mutter before meeting the eyes of the other three, “did you find him?”
Q nods as he takes a step forward. “Our satellite imaging, along with our contact, tracked him from the moment he escaped to where he was staying. We moved in on him a couple of days after we extracted you and Bond.”
“Good,” you say as you nod your head, your gaze turning to where James firmly held your hand in his. It was almost as if he was using it as a lifeline and, if you were being honest, so were you. “How long, exactly?”
“Four days,” Eve speaks up.
“Serafin Traczyk was captured two days ago,” Q adds on.
You nod, your eyes not leaving yours and James’ hands. You’re not really surprised about how long it had been since that day. The combination of the exertion your body went through and your concussion made that an inevitability.
James begins to trace his thumb over your knuckles, sending another immense wave of comfort through you. Though, you’re not sure exactly whether it’s for your comfort or for his but you enjoy the feeling anyways.
Glancing at him, you find that he’s already watching you. You can see his jaw working as if he wants to say something, but he doesn’t. He stays silent as he watches you, his eyes searching your face. There’s an almost desperate glint in his eyes.
Eve clearing her throat draws your attention over to her before you can read too much into it. “We’ll give the two of you some time,” she says, practically dragging Q out of the room with her.
If it weren’t for your ribs, you would’ve laughed. Instead, you smile with a small shake of your head before turning back to James.
You can’t help but feel guilty as you look at him now. There’s no way for you to know exactly how much pain and worry you’ve caused him. So many things happened and it was all because you didn’t listen to him. Had you just listened-
“I’m sorry,” you say quietly, looking down at your joined hands. You can’t bring yourself to look at him right now. Not when the amount of guilt you feel is piling as high as it is now.
A moment passes before he asks, “For what?”
“None of this would’ve happened if I had just listened to you. You told me it was a trap but I didn’t listen.”
“Hey,” he says gently, his free hand coming up to tip your chin up with a finger so your eyes would meet his. “You have nothing to apologize to me for.”
“But I do. James, I could’ve gotten you killed when you came to get me. Then, I completely ignored you when you told me to stay awake which… well, I have no idea how you’ve felt since then.”
He’s silent for a moment, his eyes never leaving yours. There’s something there; some sort of glint in his cool blue eyes. However, you have no clue what it is. It’s something you’ve seen before, especially in the last few months, but you’ve never been able to decipher it.
James takes in a small breath and he seems to hold it. It’s almost as if he’s in the same situation you were in, trapped beneath a collapsing building and only one person had the ability to help you escape.
Then, “You really don’t know that I’d die for you, do you?”
You’re shocked by his words, your jaw dropping open just the slightest bit. This was not something you had expected out of him. Sure, the two of you had been involved for a while now, however, you didn’t know that he was this serious. By the way he looks at you, you know he’s not joking. He means it. You won’t deny the warmth that spreads through you at the confession.
Plus, it only confirmed one suspicion you had.
“You have no clue the lengths I would go to to keep you safe… That should’ve been me down there,” he starts again when you don’t say anything, looking back down to where your hand is in his. “You should’ve been the one that was safe. I should be the one in your place.” Another pause before, “When we scanned the facility and found the bomb and the incoming train, I should’ve just told you. I should’ve just gone to you immediately when we knew.”
You can see the way he clenches his jaw. It’s as if he’s holding back a storm. Whether he’s holding back emotions or words, you’re not sure. Even so, it’s time for him to learn something as well.
“Why do you think I went down there and told you to stay away?”
By the way his eyes dart up to yours, you can tell he wasn’t necessarily expecting that. He may have confessed something to you but you have a feeling he wasn’t expecting for you to return it.
“I wanted to keep you safe, James. It may have been my mission but that wasn’t the worry that was ruling my decisions. Even if you had told me, I would’ve still ended up here. You didn’t know where the stairwell was, either.”
The two of you go silent. James watches you, searching for everything and nothing at the same time. If you knew what he was thinking, you would know that he’s taking in every detail of your face. It didn’t matter if it was marred by small cuts and bruises. He was taking in everything, thankful that you were still here.
If he could do the same with you, he would’ve known how you were doing the same. He would’ve known how your heart was about to burst with all that you were learning. Do you wish that you could’ve done this in a much happier setting? Yes. Would you change it? No.
Minutes of this go by. You don’t know what to say next as you admire everything about him. In the end, it didn’t matter.
“You should’ve let me come with you,” he says in a near whisper.
“And you should’ve chosen a better time to tell me that you love me,” you say with a slight tease in your tone.
His solemn countenance quickly brightens as he grins. You weren’t sure if it was because he didn’t think you had heard it, but you knew the change in subject was welcomed as he chuckled lightly. Though, his smile fades again.
“I needed you to know. You had lost so much blood and you were fading so quickly-“
“Hey,” you say lightly, cutting him off with a gentle squeeze to his hand before he can dwell in the moment, “it’s over now. I’m here and I’m just glad that I wasn’t imagining it. Maybe, next time, don’t say it when I’m suffering from blood loss and a fresh concussion.”
James smirks as he gets out of his seat, moving to lean over you while not letting his hand be removed from yours. You bring them to rest on your chest as his free hand delicately brushed over your cheek.
“I have loved you,” he starts slowly, his thumb tracing circles over the apple of your cheek. You get lost in his eyes as he speaks and you can feel your heart threatening to beat its way out of your chest. “And I will always love you,” he finishes quietly.
You smile as you whisper, “I love you too, James.”
He smiles as he stays just like this for a few moments. It’s almost as if he’s looking at something rare with the way he’s looking at you now. Everything is irrelevant at this moment except for the two of you. You wish, despite your condition, that you could stay in this moment forever. There’s no threats looming over the two of you, no danger of a mission. Just the blue eyes of James as he moves to nuzzle his nose gently with yours.
“Can we finally go on that vacation now,” he asks, causing you to laugh no matter how hard you try to contain it.
He gives a look of apology as you wince from the pain but you smile at him, reassuring him that you’re alright.
“As long as you’re okay with waiting a few days longer.”
He smirks just before he begins to press gentle kisses to your face. His hand slips from yours as he lays his hand over the wound on your left hip, covering it as if he can heal it by his touch as his lips finally meet yours.
It’s in this moment, as your hand slips into his short hair and how his body almost seems to shield yours, that you know you’re safe. He’s always made you feel safe. You’ve never had to hold your breath to find out. This man, not the agent, is the man you love and there’s nothing you would change about anything if you could do it all again.
Summary: You had always known that your own arrogance was going to be your downfall. Now you’re caught in a cat-and-mouse game that neither you or your opponent are willing to lose.
Summary: Bond and fem!reader finally deal with the crush they each have on each other
A/N: Hello lovelies,
Okay, so please be kind this is my first Bond fic. Thank you @mrskenobi19 and @firstofficerwiggles for being beta readers for this. I hope this brings honour to the man we all know and love. Bond, James Bond. Couldn’t resist. Hehehehe.
Thank you all for showing my work so much love, I really don’t know how to show my appreciation except by giving you guys more stories. So I hope you know that everything I post is to show my love for all of you. LOVE OO.
Warning: awkward flirting, kissing, fluff, mentions of torture, death, I think that’s it, if I miss any warnings please let me know.
KNIGHT FOR A DAY (PART TWO)
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Summary: You are just a bartender, doing your best with the three jobs you juggle to pay for rent and to live. Though you look forward to the nights when he comes in. He’ll have a bandage on his bicep, stitches on his eyebrow - he’ll be battered somehow. You know his crazy stories and his familiar flirting banter and the extensive tip he leaves when he does. However, what you don’t know, is his name. And that just might be the thing that kills you in more ways than one.
Content Warning: canon related violence, alcohol mention, gun mention
Author’s Note: oh hey look who’s not dead, it’s me!
You’re in the middle of serving a whiskey sour, pairing it with a smile when you see him out of the corner of your eye.
He’s come in at least four times a month. Never the same day or the same time. But always when you’re there, which you haven’t failed to notice. The man slides in an empty seat far from everyone else, so he can have you to himself. Which you’re not opposed to. He hasn’t even spoken a word but you’ve already started his martini - shaken, not stirred. “See, I knew you were fond of me.” He teases, pulling his jacket off and tucking it under him.
Summary: Request - Hi can you write a request about Maverick x a shy pilot reader and make it fluffy. Like Maverick pulls reader out of her shell?
A/N: Kinda made this a shy pilot because she’s crushing on him not because she’s shy in general. Also turned out way more angsty than I was planning but it’s still super fluffy! Hope you still enjoy :)
Pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x Y/N (2022 Version)
Word Count: 3.7k +
He knew from the moment he spotted you in the back of the classroom on that very first day he was a goner. Physically, you were perfect. Your hair framed your face perfectly, your eyes reflected the sunshine in a way he’d never seen, your smile was truly infectious, you were perfect in all the right placed.
Mentally, you were a challenge for him. You were shy. So quiet. He couldn’t seem to get through to you either. You were close. So damn close to taking that next step. But it’s like you were afraid. You were scared to fail. You were an exceptional pilot. Right on par with Hangman. You were good enough to block him out and take him down. You were able to prove that you were the best of the literal best. But something was stopping you.
You were never afraid to challenge your classmates. He got a kick out of it when you’d snap back at Hangman with the venom dripping in your voice. You were beyond intimidating when you needed to be. You didn’t need to talk shit because your flying proved how good you really were. You knew you were good. You knew you were great. You also knew your limits. You knew you needed to become exceptional. There was something more for you to give. You just had to find it first.
But Pete, Maverick, Mitchell? Maverick terrified you, in the best way. He was a legend. Literally never lost. Almost had five live air kills… you could go on and on about him. Ad to find out he was your instructor for the next six or so weeks? You knew you were toast. Absolute toast. Then you actually laid eyes on the Captain, and you wish you could’ve just exploded right there on the spot. He was handsome. So, fucking handsome. You locked eyes with him for only seconds on that first day of class before your turned away. You didn’t look back to him at all that class. Too terrified you’d make a damn fool of yourself.
So, you kept it short with him. Quick ‘Yes’s and No’s’. You’d often just take his corrections without fighting back. It confused him. You were so damn different with him than anybody else. You’d even warmed up to Cyclone, the Admiral for God’s sake. He saw you walking, talking, and laughing with him on your way to lunch one day. He didn’t have a clue as to why you were so shy around him. Why you’d rather run in the opposite direction than have to pass him in the hallway. It’d only been two weeks and it was driving him mad. He needed to talk with you. Was it something he did?
He would he decided. At the end of your next classroom session. One way or another he’d get some answers out of you. He needed to know if he did something wrong. It was gnawing at the back of his head.
“Birdie, if you don’t mind. Stay back for a second?” You looked at Bob who just shrugged, unsure of what your instructor could have wanted. You packed up slowly letting everybody trickle out before walking towards the front of the classroom.
Birdie. Your callsign. You had a love and hate relationship with it. You’d always joked that you felt like a bird in the sky. Your friends just started calling you Birdie and it stuck. You kind of wished you had a more fun story to tell other than that. But alas, you didn’t. It was simple. Cute. Basic. Kind of like you. You’d never seen yourself as anything but ordinary. Just Y/N. Good at her job Y/N.
“Captain.” You let out a shaky breath. He made you nervous. So damn nervous. People of authority always did. And then he looked like that on top of it? Forget it. You were a goner. It wasn’t right to be thinking such unsavory thoughts about your damn instructor in your head. It made you act like a fucking weirdo in front of him. Case and point. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes.
“Good job up there today. Four for four.” You looked up from where you standing just quickly enough to see him staring right at you. Why’d he have to be so handsome? It was an unfair game that was suddenly being played against you.
“Thank you.” A small smile crept to your face hearing the compliment. It felt good. A small praise from the man giving you a small bit of confidence to look up to him but give him no more.
He nodded walking down to you, standing across from you. Your heart rate picked up quickly feeling his presence right there. Right in front of you. Oh, how you’ve avoided this situation masterfully. Now look where you were. Stuck alone in the classroom with him right there in front of you. What could possibly go wrong?
He waited until you looked at him to continue. He knew curiosity would get the better of you sooner or later. He was right. After thirty seconds of silence, you looked up.
He smiled seeing your doe-eyed expression. He shouldn’t feel this way about you. He shouldn’t want to brush the strand of hair that fell out of your bun away from your face. He shouldn’t want to run a hand along your back. He shouldn’t want to fucking kiss you senseless. But he wanted it. He wanted it all and more. So much more. What the hell was wrong with him? You were so young. So lively. Had so much to look forward too. Hell, you even had a shot of becoming an admiral if you had the drive to do it.
“Sir?” You asked, waiting on his question. His reason for holding you back.
He hummed delaying a second, “Everything alright?”
Nodding quickly your head turned up to him again, “Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”
He shrugged looking away for a moment. Giving you a second of reprieve from his gaze. Everything about the man was commanding. Everything, “No reason. You just seem to be a bit fidgety?”
What the hell was he going on about? You weren’t acting any different than you had been prior, “I do?” Of course, you were fucking fidgety. He was less than a foot from you not having a damn clue what he was doing to you. You could smell him. He smelled better than you imagined. Leather, oil, and cedar all mixed together. Way too good for a day instructing on base.
“Did I do something?” He spit it out. Well, it was out in the open now. It’s not like he could take it back. It sounded so terribly insecure when he spoke it out loud.
You shook your head, “No, not at all Captain.” Your heart started racing as he gave you a once over.
“Then what is it Lieutenant?” He asked with all the calmness in the world.
Your head was swimming. Swimming with thousands, millions of thoughts, “Sir?” Play dumb. That was always the easiest route to go.
“Why can’t you look me in the eye Y/N?” Why’d he have to use your name like that? It got your dumb hear racing faster than even you were used to.
Your eyes snapped to his. That was not the question you were expecting, “You… Authority makes me nervous.” You spoke quietly deciding to keep your eyes locked in on his. Not letting his statement completely reign true.
He grinned a wicked look before a much more innocent one came to face, you didn’t miss it though, “I make you nervous?”
You said nothing at first, nodding quickly in agreement instead, “Authority.” It was merely a whisper.
Mav’s face cracked into a simper while he studied your features, “There’s nothing to be nervous about.”
You didn’t move your head, but your eyes moved to look to him, “I suppose that’s easier said than realized.” You admitted.
He stepped forward. Probably crossing a line, he shouldn’t have. But he couldn’t stand it. Why were you comfortable with everybody else but him, “What can I do then?”
You cocked your head to the side, “What do you mean Mav?” You asked so softly he thought his knees were going to buckle right then and there. You said his name so sweetly it took him off guard. He really should just let you go. This was a bad idea. He shouldn’t be pressing you like this. He knew better than to. But he didn’t want to. He wanted to press on. Dig a little deeper. See you a little bit better. He was intrigued.
“Is there anything I can do to make you less nervous?”
You laughed softly. Get ugly? Stop looking like that? Stop being so hot in a flight suit? Stop being my flight instructor? “Afraid not Captain.” You sat back on the desk knowing this was likely not going to be over soon.
He took a seat next to you, “Why not?”
You shrugged, “It’s the authority thing. Call it trauma.” You joked.
He smiled along with you, “So, say I wasn’t your instructor…”
Cutting him off quickly you felt your blood run cold, “You’re not going to kick me off the squadron are you?” your panicked look made him feel awful
He shook his head quickly, “No, no never. It’s a hypothetical.”
You sighed softly, “Sorry.” You felt an overwhelming amount of embarrassment consume you. You’d worked so hard to get to where you are that even a little bit of an inkling of a threat sent you into overthinking mode. You weren’t proud of it by any means. It was something you were working on.
“It’s fine.” He smiled feeling your tension just radiate off your body. He seemed to pick up on anything relating to you. Again, he had to wonder. What the hell was wrong with him?
“Would you be as nervous around me if I wasn’t your instructor?” He quirked up a brow all too curious to hear your answer.
You laughed softly, “Yes, I would.” It was starting to become easier to talk to him. But he still intimidated the hell out of you. You hadn’t a clue how to navigate your superior being hot as hell. Normally they were old dudes who had kids your age. Not Maverick.
He huffed in almost frustration. He appreciated thar you were being honest with him, but he wasn’t sure what it was about him, “But why?”
You shrugged, “Still an authority, Captain.”
He placed a hand a little too close to yours, “You seemed just fine with Cyclone earlier.” He leaned in almost challenging you. He loved talking to you, but this conversation had gone of for too long now. Curiosity was literally killing the cat.
You nodded along with him, “Well yeah, that’s different.”
He looked at you incredulously, “How?”
It slipped out before you really meant to say it, “He’s married.” And then it was out there. It didn’t take Pete long to put two and two together. You were basically screaming that he was off limits and that Pete wasn’t. You didn’t mean to all but admit it but here you were. Heart hammering in your chest.
“I mean. He’s established. He’s not my direct authority. You know what I mean?” Even you didn’t know what you meant. You were caught red handed. Hand in the cookie jar. Damn. It is what it is now.
Mav shook his head with a lopsided grin, “I think I know exactly what you mean Y/N.” He also knew you’d never outright admit it either. He realized just how damn weird the whole thing was for you as well. He was your superior. You couldn’t cross that line either. Not unless you knew for sure that it was alright. The game the both of you were playing was dangerous. Very dangerous.
Thick tension hung in the air. You hadn’t a clue what to say to your instructor after accidentally telling him the real reason he made you so nervous. Not outright spilling the truth but putting making it rather obvious in your wake instead.
“I should get going.” You stood from the table you were sitting on.
He mimicked your actions, “Should you?”
Nodding your head you gave him a flash of a smile, “Yeah, long day tomorrow. You said so yourself.” Raising your eyebrows, you knew you had him there.
His otherworldly smile lit up his face. God, he was so handsome. That just wasn’t fair.
“Sleep well Y/N. See you in the morning.”
“You too Pete.” You weren’t sure why you used his first name, but it felt right. Felt like a step you wanted to take for yourself.
You didn’t catch the furious blush that rose to his cheeks at that. He knew he needed to pull back immediately, or he’d get himself, or you, in trouble. He couldn’t be blushing around Cyclone when you came around. He’d just have to ignore it. He could do that. Or so he thought he could.
You landed without victory. With Rooster shooting you down for the second time that afternoon. You’d pulled your helmet off without much thought and just sat there. Thinking. You were fine yesterday. What the hell happened today? You’d been shot down five times. Twice by Hangman, twice by Rooster and once by Phoenix. You weren’t even close to shooting them down.
You were too eager with the controller making dumb rookie mistakes. Mistakes that’d have you shot down in an instant up in the air. All of them were able to see it and exploit it. A bad day. That’s all it was. It didn’t make you a bad pilot. Not in the slightest. You had to remember that. Drop today and remember how good you really were.
“Are you going to come down Lieutenant?” That voice broke you from the thoughts that were seemingly tormenting you in the cockpit. The ones that kept seeming to tell you that you weren’t good enough. You might’ve been the best at your home base but not here. No. You were average amongst the best.
Your eyes snapped open. Pete? What was he doing down there? He hardly came out here after training, “Yeah.” You answered quickly, “Just thinking.” You knew you needed an excuse. No matter how lame it may be. But it wasn’t a lie. You really were just thinking.
He didn’t say a word as you came down the ladder. When you got a good look at him he almost looked, angry? His lips were drawn in a thin line. He had a hard time looking at you. Eyebrows stitched too close together.
“What the hell was that?” His normally chipper tone had vanished. He sounded too much like an instructor now. He didn’t even sound live Maverick. No, a drill sergeant instead. He noticed your expression change as you realized this wasn’t going to be a fun conversation.
He felt bad doing such a 180 on you like that. But he had to, for your sake. That’s how his brain made decisions anyway
“I’m not sure sir… I… I.” You stammered trying to come up with something. He’d already made you nervous and now this? You were a blubbering mess. Sure to look like the little baby you so desperately tried to avoid being.
“Not a single kill today Lieutenant?” His voice stayed icy as you stood there forward like he was a drill Sargant. It suddenly felt like you were back in basic training all over again.
“No, Captain.” It sounded weak. Because you felt weak. You didn’t feel like you were good enough. Like all those kills you got against Hangman and Rooster prior to this day was just all just luck. Straight luck. Rationally, you knew better. You knew how good of pilot you were. You wouldn’t be good enough to get here. But your own mind was playing tricks on you. Planting seeds that should’ve never been dug.
He pressed further not seeing that we was begging to push you past your breaking point. Further and further than even you would have expected from him. Your head was already coming down too hard on yourself. His words only seemed to dig that dagger in a little further.
“What’s the problem then Lieutenant?” He stepped closer, challenging you. You weren’t in the right headspace for this. Not in the slightest.
You shook your head slowly, “I don’t know Mav.” Looking down at your boots you couldn’t bear to look up to him. You were just trying to hold back the tears at this point.
“You don’t know?” He sounded patronizing as if he was talking to a toddler.
“I…” Your voice was too shaky, so you stopped. Collect yourself. You could do this. You’ve done this hundreds of times before.
He must’ve not noticed the tears that were threatening to spill over as you looked up at him finally, “I can’t put somebody on a team
Your heart ran cold, feeling as though it was shattering into a million pieces right then and there, “You don’t think I know that sir?” Your voice nearly broke as it wobbled through the sentence
He’d certainly noticed it then. He usually knew how hard he could push. He could usually push you a whole lot harder, but he’d gone too far today. He knew when he finally looked back over at your tearful expression and heard the nervousness radiate off you.
“It’s okay.” The words come out so fast he was sure you were getting whiplash from his back and forth. One moment he was nearly flirting with you then the next he scolding you. He didn’t mean it. Not a bit of it. He didn’t even like being an asshole to Hangman, although it was fun sometimes. Being one to you made him feel awful.
You shook your head, “I’ll do better tomorrow. I don’t know…”
He cut you off by placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. He hadn’t noticed how wound up about the day you had already been. He didn’t mean to push you further. He was just trying to distance himself.
This was the opposite of distancing himself though, “It’s fine Y/N. Go home. Read a book or watch some TV. Come back tomorrow. You’ll be okay.”
You looked at his hand on his shoulder before looking at him, giving him a curt nod, “Sure. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You turned to walk away, brushing the tears away from your eyes, “You shouldn’t pick me.” It was so quiet you weren’t sure if he heard it as you were walking back to the locker room.
He grabbed your arm suddenly, not forcefully by any means, “Don’t say that. Why would you say that?” He genuinely felt awful for pressing now with you already clearly having a very difficult time.
You looked down almost ashamed to admit it to him, “Because… because I’m not good enough sir.” You were supposed to be the best of the best, but you hardly felt like it today. You were getting your ass handed to you left and right. Hangman was laying it on thick today too. He did that whenever he got the chance.
The day started bad when Rooster knocked you out almost immediately. And only got worse on subsequent runs. You were zero for four by the time you went up for the last round of the day. You got in your own damn head. It happened. It happened to everyone. You knew it. Still didn’t make it sting worse when you were on your thousandth pushup for the day.
He shook his head grabbing your hand quickly, “What are you talking about? You’re one of the best pilots I’ve ever worked with. You’re a menace out there Y/N.”
You shook your head, “You’re just saying that because I’m about to cry.” You wanted to believe him. Maybe any other day you’d believe him. It was a no good, very bad day for you.
He only dropped his hand from your arm to bring it to your shoulder once again, giving it a gentle squeeze, “I’m not. I’m really not. Believe it or not.” He sighed collecting his thoughts once more, “I’m sorry. Really. I only come down hard on you because I know you can handle it. But I need you to not think like that. If you do get picked I need your head screwed all the way on. It’s not your run of the mill mission and you know that. You’ve got to be all the way there. All the way present. You hear me?”
He asked. You turned to look at him, “Yeah. I hear you.” Your voice was much more you, much more normal.
He didn’t quite believe you, “You are an exceptional pilot Y/N. The rest of the squad needs you to be. Bad days happen. Don’t let that asshole get to you.”
You smiled for the first time that day. It felt good talking with him. Actually, talking and not being afraid of him. A dramatic shift from that of moments ago, “You got it. Thanks Pete.” You wanted to thank him as a friend. Maybe a potential suitor. Not as a student. Not as a subordinate. But as a person.
He smiled for the first time that day as well. He had a long way yet to go with you, but it was a start. Something. He knew one thing that was sure. He was excited to get this damn mission over with. He didn’t want to be your superior anymore. He wanted to be your co-worker. The person you turned and laughed with whenever the most outrageous orders were given. He wanted to get there, was determined to get there.
“Sure thing, Y/N.” He let his hand fall, “See you at the Hard Deck tonight?” He asked curiously.
“You’re coming?” You’d seen him there the first night. You’d thought he was the most handsome thing in the bar. Hangman did not. Kept giving you shit for giving the ‘old man’ eyes. Whatever. You hadn’t seen him sense though. But he knew you guys went every Thursday. He listened.
“Maybe.”
You smiled once more, “You should. It’d be fun to see you kick Hangman’s ass in trivia.”
He laughed, a genuine one, one he hadn’t felt in quite some time, “How do you know I’m any good at trivia?”
You shrugged, “Have a feeling. See you tonight Pete.” The wink you sent him sent butterflies aflame throughout your body. Where in the hell did that confidence come from?
Pete legs went to jelly for a second as he watched you walk away. That you would. He was sure of it.
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JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN
F + A: the longer that you stay, the ice is melting by @welcome-to-my-multiverse
you have walls built around yourself from the hurt you had experiences in the past. jake breaks them all down.
F: dinner and domesticity by @sehnsuchts-trunken
all you want after a long day at work is to spend time with jake.
F: sunshine by @call-sign-jinx
you're jake's biggest secret in the best way possible.
F + A: abs sans brain by @sometimes-i-write-good
you would think that the amount of time jake spends with his work friends that he'd rather spend date night with you alone
F + A: don't make the same mistake by @agentrose17
jacob seresin is a coward. to save himself the heartbreak, he runs.
F: the doll house by @honeybeedewdrops
jake flew million dollar jets for a living and still couldn't build a barbie dreamhouse
A: a glimpse of us by @call-sign-jinx
jake will forever be haunted by what happened years ago
F + A: who are you? + part 2 by @thewulf
you move to fightertown in hopes of comfort from you aunt penny after you and your fiance break it off. in a sea full of naval aviators, you meet jake.
F: i caught you by @roosterbruiser
jake will always be there to catch you
F + A: mamas (don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys) by @almostgenerallyalways
you and jake have long broken up. he tries to reconnect every holiday season but you choose to ignore him. you can't quite do that when he's at your front door.
F + A: sleepy baby by @discount-shades 𖥻
if i weren't for you therapist, there was no way you'd be out late at night in a bar.
F + A: rescued + part 2 by @topgunslut
you nearly drown by the beach but jake saves you
F: even if you lose it, it will find you by @lovestruckdeans
though you and jake may have gone your seperate ways, you find your way back to each other.
A: what are we? by @andorskenobi
four months of stringing you along and you were tired of it. you give jake an ultimatum.
F + A: perfect storms by @captainamericasmotercycle
jake loves you because you're you. not because you're the admiral's daughter or whatever coyote wants to make you believe.
S: jealousy, jealousy by @seresinsbabe
jealous of him and his coworker, you decide that it was your turn to make jake jealous.
F + A: i see myself with you by @penwieldingdreamer
you meet jake again, this time, he dons a khaki uniform.
F: boyfriend material by @beautifultypewriter
you and jake had a thing. if you were on a bad date, you'd text him and he'd show up, sweeping you away.
F: roadside assistance by @lostdreamr-blog1
your car breaks down in the middle of the road and you have no choice but to call your last resort for help.
F + A: it only feels this raw right now by @teamhappyme
your time with the navy has come to an end while yours with jake is only beginning.
F: sittin' on the dock of the bay by @theloveoftoms
a day on the beach with jake seresin.
F: brave by @arson-tm
you are the only person jake shows his true self to.
F: your carriage awaits, sweets by @lazypeachsoul
jake loved you so much. so much so that he'd willingly carry you home when you're drunk off your mind.
F: coffee for mrs. seresin? by @birdy-bat-writes
jake orders your coffee for you. when your order is called, you're utterly surprised.
BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW
F: pretty in pink by @roostersforevergirl
if rooster wants to join his daughter's tea party, he must dress the part.
F + A: the parent trap by @averagewriter-inthedark
you and rooster crashed and burn. despite the relationship ending, something beautiful bloomed from it. in a mutual agreement, one will grow up with you while the other rooster.
F: hold my hand by @wannabeschyulersister
it's mav and penny's birthday. you somehow find yourself riding a mechanical bull.
F: bradley and the bump by @justmyheart
bradley lets his girl know how much he loves his other girl.
F: beautiful by @eyesthatroll
you can see glimpses of carole in bradley
F: mary's song by @risriswrites
bradley bradshaw is hopelessly in love with his best friend. if only she felt the same.
F: i'm obsessed with you by @simpforrooster
jake can't bear to see rooster pine over you for a single second longer
A: till death? by @cherrycola27
you meant what you said in your wedding vows that you'd love bradley till death do you part.
F: my reward by @susanripper
rooster doesn't know how to tie a tie. now, you can't let that happen can you?
F: picture in my pocket by @worldofheroes
if there's anyone who would understand what you feel, it's rooster
F: a little pinch by @tongue-like-a-razor
it's time for your daughter to have her shots but it seems like rooster is more nervous than she is
A: trainwreck by @callsign-cree
you knew that you and rooster were too good to true. it was time you finally confirmed it.
S: short stack by @spacecaravan
something about you making him breakfast makes rooster insatiable for you.
S: return the favor by @sonofarathorn
being a dad was a good look on bradley.
F: beautiful boy by @aestheticpearl
baby bradshaw has a nightmare, something bradley can relate to too well.
F: i'm goin' for a run by @feralforfrank
rooster wants to say goodbye before going on his run
F: a wedding to remember and a proposal to come by @sehnsuchts-trunken
during mav and penny's wedding, you and rooster realise that maybe a wedding of your own was in the cards.
ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD
F: baby. on. board by @mymamalife
baby on board has his own baby on board
F + A: one beer + just another day in paradise by @lgg5989
having a baby at a young age was not part of yours and bob's plans.
F: do we have to? by @auroradawnwrites
unlike bob, all you want to do is stay home.
JAVY 'COYOTE' MACHADO
F: in which it’s far too cold for your liking, but Javy can think of a few ways to warm up by @spidervee
F: the waiting by @rae-gar-targaryen
javy knows that you're more than capable of doing things yourself but can't he just pamper his pregnant wife in peace?
F: cancelled flights and beignets by @siempre-bucky
javy's flight home is cancelled. you make beignets to cure some of his homesickness.
F: the first 'i love you' by @demxters
you didn't need javy to tell you he loved you for you to know that he did. so when he finally said those three words, you weren't surprised.
NICHOLAS 'GOOSE' BRADSHAW
F: you know why by @thewhiskersonkittens it didn't matter that you had a jerk of an ex, goose proves that he's twice the man he could ever be
I heard the song Gold Rush by Taylor Swift as the backing track on a Tom Cruise Instagram edit. The song then inspired me to write this quick little story! Enjoy babes! xxx
Also if you wouldn’t mind since this story is getting so much love (thank u all for that btw), could you check out some of my other work? That would be greatly appreciated!
(p.s. this is my first time writing a story with Ethan!)
The Sunday air was fresh and warm on your skin as Ethan and you set off to the train station. The sun was rising on the early May morning as Ethan helped you carry your bag to a bench on the loading dock. Normally, you would swat at his hand when he reached for your bag and offered his assistance - due to the fact of always being underestimated as a female agent - but today, with the lack of sleep circulating throughout your body, you let Ethan haul the heavy bags.
When you are sent on a mission to rescue Ethan Hunt from prison, the events that domino will force you to face the ghosts of your past and your guilt tied to Ethan.
This takes place throughout the events of ghost protocol. There will be a change in the story and the events of the mission impossible 2 and 3. Ethan and Julia never got married, a certain amount of information will be changed that will be revealed in the story.
"Y/n you weren't the reason I went to rankov! you were in a coma!"
"What?"
You looked at him in shock, that wasn't possible. You were never in a coma and you never have been. You were just in the infirmary for a day and that was it. Even if you were, it wouldn't erase your fuck up and why Ethan really went to prison. The secretary would've told you. It would've been reflected in your record.
Ethan took another step towards you. "You risked your life to protect the asset...they bombed the warehouse in order to kill two birds with one stone.." he began explaining. "You risked your life but the explosion knocked you out cold...you were unresponsive and bleeding when I found you...and.." he took a breath, "the asset was working with them. She had the IMF fooled and she was ready to have her men kill you.....I....I couldn't let that happen." he watched you.
You stayed quiet, confusion overtaking your features as you desperately tried to recall any semblance of the events Ethan's recounted.
"You were in the infirmary for two months...unconscious....the medics said you were lucky to be alive and recommend benching you...so I told the secretary to bench you." he confessed.
You looked at him and stepped back.
Ethan told him to bench you?
why?
Your silent question went answered by him, "I told him to make something up that you wouldn't fight against....he decided to pull you from IMF and put you on probation....and I signed off on it.." Ethan continued.
Your emotions cycloned within you.
Confusion, frustration, guilt, betrayal.
Ethan got you pulled from the IMF.
Ethan encouraged it.
why?
Because you got hurt?
Because a fucking doctor recommended it?
"I was gonna be your handler but Julia got abducted..." he watched you. "but her kidnappers weren't after Julia....they were after you."
What the fuck?
You watched Ethan, "why....why would they be after me..?"
He took a breath and answered, hesitant, "they assumed we were together. They knew your name and profile...but not face. they abducted Julia thinking she was you and wanted to use you against me for something that happened before Ukraine....and I knew that once they realize Julia's not you...theyd kill her and come after you..." he explained.
"why does it matter? you shouldve let them and gotten Julia back---you shouldve bargained--"
"--I couldn't let another person hurt you." he cut you off.
Waves of shock kept moving over you as each piece of the puzzle was revealed.
"Those Serbians..." you began.
"..They were mercenaries out to get you...I took them down and went to rankov to find out about Hendricks and the person who knew about you."
You closed your eyes, "and Julia?"
"Julia....she..she knew. before she was taken she knew how I really felt and she told me that it was best if we separated. I wanted her to live her life without any ties back to me so I asked Luther to help me build a new life for her." Ethan watched you.
"how you really felt?" you asked then, each piece of information bringing new questions to the table.
"How I felt about you." Ethan took a step towards you and cupped your cheek.
You looked at him hesitantly, unsure of where this was going, "how....how do you feel about me Ethan..?" you whispered, electricity running through you as soon as he touched your cheek.
"Im...Im fucking crazy about you y/n..." he confessed, your heart stopping at his words. "I knew from the day I met you that you'd be death of me. I knew from the time in Ukraine I loved you and I would do anything to keep you safe. I knew after seeing you in the infirmary I cannot and I dont want to exist in a world where you aren't alive...." his other hand came up to your waist.
"All I could think about in Rankov was how much I missed you and I needed you. I needed to hear you, to see you, to listen to you taunt me and nag me and do all the crazy shit with me. to watch your hair fall into your face and to listen to you rant about the latest thing you've learned and to sparr with you and watch that cocky smile appear on your face whenever you win. You've been with me through everything and you know me better than I know myself and It killed me to be away from you. To not know how you were doing and handling the probation. I knew it would hurt you but I needed to keep you safe because I couldn't see you in that state again..I knew it had to be that way in order to ensure your safety.....when you showed up with Jane I couldn't believe it and all I could think about was how much more beautiful you got since the last time I saw you and how much danger you could be because of this mission...."
"ive just wanted to kiss you since I first saw you but I had to make sure that this mission wouldn't hurt you..I hated playing into your doubts and fears of yourself and your intuition y/n...I had to work in the moment but there's never been a second where I truly doubted you. id trust you with my life..I always will..I just wasn't ready to play with yours..." Ethan looked into your eyes.
You struggled for words, emotional and mesmerized by everything hes said. You felt angry at him but to an extent if the roles were reversed you would've done the same. amongst all the waves in your mind, you asked, "the kiss...in Mumbai..."
Ethan's thumb caressed your cheek, looking over the details of your face. "I could've tested my hunch another way..but I just...it was so hard...I told myself that if It confirms or denies my hunch it'd be worth it but I had to kiss you...it felt like everything ive been doing was worth it...I would've kissed you in Dubai but I had to protect your feelings...I didnt want to overstep my grounds...." his mouth traced your lips. "but then you looked like that in that dress and you moaned when I kissed you and your lips suddenly became so fucking addicting...."
You bit your lower lip, eyes falling half lidded as your mind flashed back to the kiss. So full passion, so full of unsaid confessions. a new addition to the secret language you shared with Ethan.
"Fuck..." he muttered, watching your action. "this is a challenge isn't it?"
You hummed, your hand sliding up his chest and going to rest on the back of his neck.
"y/n.." he warned, "you've always been a fox, yknow that?" he muttered under his breath.
"What do you mean...Ethan..?" you looked up at him. "im just...letting myself go too....its not been easy without you....I hated it.." you admitted.
Ethan met your gaze, before moving forward to capture your lips in his own.
Just like Mumbai, a fire ignited in your chest as you kissed him back eagerly, pulling him to you as if he didnt immediately press you against him. Your lips moved in tandem with his, releasing every emotion and unsaid confession against each other. You stumbled back as he kissed you deeper, falling onto your bed and pulling him with you.
Ethan, ever efficient, didnt break the kiss, moving his hands over your body and tangling his fingers into your hair, kissing you passionately.
You broke apart for air, watching him move ontop of you and kiss your neck, "Ethan.." you called softly, cupping his cheek. He looked at you and turned his head to kiss your palm. "dont leave...please..regardless if you think I might be in danger...even if I am...let me handle it..ill be fine.." you requested softly.
You knew this would disrupt the moment, but before you both went any further you need to make sure he knew.
"Please. I want to be with you..we're team..I want us to stay that way too.." you spoke.
Ethan closed his eyes briefly, "okay..okay...I promise to protect you.." he whispered, kissing your lips.
You kissed him back, content.
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That's it for this series! thank you for reading this far. The story doesn't end here for these two though; follow them through the events of Rogue Nation and see what further secrets Y/n has hidden away ..
Summary: Bruce Wayne is missing, declared dead. The Wayne Manor has been left to ruin, along with everything left inside. You, an upstart, young software engineer who has earned herself quite a wad of cash in her new job, bought the foreclosed manor on a whim, deciding it would be your personal side project to restore the mansion to its former glory.
But there’s more to this eerie, gothic castle than meets the eye.
Warnings: Me and my trifecta of bullshit: emotional constipation, slow burn, and too much swearing.
A/N: Oh god, I’m so sorry for how long this took to get out. I’ve been hit with a really shitty bout of writer’s block. Hopefully this is the beginning of the end of that?
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When you came to, you were on your bed in the master bedroom, with Alfred leaning over your nightstand to put a tray down.
“Oh thank goodness, Miss, you’re awake,” he exclaimed when he saw that your eyes were open, “I’ve made you some tea and a bit of toast.”
You rubbed your temples to clear the massive headache that you had suddenly developed.
“How did I get here?” you mumbled, as last night’s events came rushing at you. You had fainted in the Batcave, so how did you wake up in your bed?
Alfred sighed, and helped you sit up, propping the pillows behind your back.
“That…was all Master Wayne’s doing,” he said, softly, and you blinked in surprise.
Hey there! Can I request a short imagine of Bruce Wayne x reader where he gets injured as Batman and goes to readers apartment for her to patch him up which leads to him confessing his love for her. Also reader already knows he’s batman
Queen of my heart
(not my gif)
Requested: Yup
A/N: I think this is long, also check my masterlist on my blog and please, reblog.
Bruce Wayne met you at one of his parties at the manor, you were in charge of the catering service and he thought that you were nice and pretty, that's it.
From that moment he felt like he wanted to be closer to you, so he tried to make you his friend.
It was weird at first, mostly because he was your employer at that party but after some months of talking, visiting you at work and going out some times it was easy to start a strong friendship.
This man loves your food
You like the real Bruce Wayne, the one who's your friend, a cinnamon roll, the most adorable and goofy man you have ever met. Not the one who pretends to be a ladies man and a jerk, no, that wasn't your favorite version of him.
Alfred was surprised of his boy wanting to be friends with the catering girl, he had never done anything like that before and to be honest the butler believed it was weird and almost asked him if he was okay.
After some time knowing you he was happy for Bruce, the man finally has a friend who truly cares about him.
Anyway, the friendship was awesome and both of you wanted more but never felt like confessing because, why would you ruin something that is already nice and already works?
You tried to talk to him about Batman, just because you thought it was interesting how the bat was trying to take care of Gotham, it was super cool
As expected he tried to change the subject every single time but you never understood the reason why
Brucie likes you so he wasn't planning to tell you about his secret identity. It implied risking you
Something you have always liked is the way he takes care of you every time you go out or do anything together
There was an occasion when you were walking home from work at night and even tho you knew it was dangerous you had the earphones on. After some blocks you saw someone following you and for a moment you prayed to the gods to help you because Gotham is not a very nice city in the nights.
Maybe it had been your prayers or maybe not, but after walking down an alley this creep tried to mug you without knowing that the Batman was watching, just expecting the moment to appear in front of him. And he did, he got rid of the criminal.
"You okay?" He was looking you in the eyes
"Uhm... yeah I guess, nice suit by the way" He chuckled
The chuckle was what made you realized who could be the man under the suit, it al came together: the times when Bruce disappeared at night, the scars and bruises along his arms and face, the dark circles under his eyes.
"You sure you can go home alone?" He put his hand over your shoulder
"Yes, nice to meet you Batsy, bye" As soon as you left him behind you called Bruce and as expected, he didn't answer, so... you went to the manor where Alfred was surprised to see you at that hour but let you in because well, it's you.
It was shocking thinking that your friend could be the Batman and the great ability he had had to hide it.
You tried to calm yourself in order to be able to talk to him, it wasn't easy but it helped you to stay awake while waiting for him in his room.
It was about 04:00 am when he finally arrived and saw you on his bed, waiting.
"Were you going to tell me? I mean, not to pressure you but it would've been nice" You were nervous playing with your own fingers
"I was, but I didn't know how or when... how did you recognize me?" He sited right next to you
"The chuckle, you made that thing with the air you do when yo laugh" He laughed
"I see, listen to me y/n, you are my friend and i didn't want to risk you so that's why I hide it from you, now, I am going to need you to keep the secret" He looked scared but it went away when you held his hand
"Okay" He smiled and let you sleep with him that night, just sleep
Alfred and him dedicated a couple of day to explain to u the implications of wearing the suit, the risks, the reasons behind and the importance
Your friendship remained pretty much the same but now you understand why he was late to every thing you guys did together.
For some reason this situation made you realized that you should tell him you were in love with him
He believed the same, I mean, now you know everything about him, why confessing his love would be weird?
Both of you postponed the lovey dovey words, mostly because of the fear of rejection
At some point he thought that you being younger than him was going to be an obstacle to keep the secret, but you were good at keeping secrets.
The most troubling thing of knowing the secret is that you are worried like everyday.
One night you were almost asleep when you heard a noise coming from your window and the fire escape outside of it.
Ugh, yes, it was Bruce... sorry Batman, and apparently he was bleeding.
"What the hell happened!?" You helped him in
"Nothing important, just something related to Black Mask" He was holding his own arm to stop the bleeding
"Take off the suit" You looked really serious while looking at him
"Jeez y/n, take me out first" You didn't look very happy but concerned
"Bruce, I am serious take it off. I'll go for a first aid kit" He stayed at your bedroom just to struggle taking the suit off "I'm back"
He was staring at you with adoration while you patched him and cleaned the wounds, then he realized you were the queen of his heart, the he had been waiting for all of his life. The one he wanted as the mother of his children, you were the one.
"Y/n" He held your hand
"Okay that's it, let me get rid of the gauze" You smiled and almost left
"Y/n" You turned back to stare at him
"Yes?"
"You are the one" In that moment you felt like your brain had exploded or something because you couldn't answer "Y/n?"
"Yeah, sorry I just... what do you mean"
"I mean... you are the one I've been expecting, the love of my life if you want to call it that way, the woman I want as the mother of my children" The shine of his eyes made the most loving expression you had ever seen on him
"Oh Bruce" your eyes started to tear "You have no idea how much i've been trying to telk you the same words. Every time I see you I feel like i can't breathe, and when you hug me i feel like staying there the rest of my life" By now he was holding you in his bare chest with all of his heart and soul
"I'm glad to hear that, dear. So... wanna take me out on a date?"
"Bruce, we already had a lot of dates, but now... wanna stay and sleep with me?" You hugged him
"Of course, thank you for taking care of me"
"It's okay, I do it because I care about you" He pecked your lips
Request by: @jupit3rmoontarot . Thank you so much for the Cat details!
Summary: Buying you a kitten in hopes to keep you company while he is away, did not seem like a bad idea for Bruce Wayne. But when he finds himself at home, he can’t help but be jealous of the furry little cute feline who has now won your heart. And he is not the only jealous one.
Word Count: 4k+
Genre: Fluff
Author’s Note: My first time writing with cats in the story. And with the little experience I have with them, I did my best. Perhaps that is why this story went in on a surprising direction when it came to content and moments. But nevertheless, I was full in feels writing this. Cause it’s Bale! Bruce Wayne. Hope y’all Enjoy!
With the shortness of breath, rapid heartbeat and pain of excruciating nature coursing through his body, one, single query went through his mind:
When will this goddamn elevator open?
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