#bondsgotnothingonme

[dontcxckitup]

@bondsgotnothingonme cont. from (X)

“It’s funny you say that,” She gave him a playful smile as he commented on her being a nurse, in on a joke he didn’t quite understand yet.

“I mean, obviously my bedside manner just comes from spending like, a LOT of time in hospitals.” Perhaps more inside them than outside, a depressing fact. “Used to drive me nuts when nurses were shit at helping. Like, sorry, but I can’t exactly get up and pop to Tesco to get my own food, can I? At least not without it taking an HOUR.” She lined up his food on the tray from earlier, putting uneaten hospital food in a pile on the side to make room.

“But I’m actually a Doctor. Not medical though, obviously. Else I would just diagnose myself with all these chest infections.” The tray was placed on his lap, and Victoria moved backwards carefully to her chair, a small sound of pain escaping her lips as she fell into it unceremoniously.

Watching the young woman was painful. If he had been able to, he would have taken the pain away from her; but unfortunately, that is not how life works. She had to go through it on her own. Still, perhaps being in this room together, talking, eating, helped her a tiny bit, and that alone was enough for him.

He moved into a slight sitting position very slowly, then gave the tray in front of him a glance-over. Gareth looked back up at her. "You can put your feet on my bed if it makes you feel better," he offered with a small smile. "And please...feel free to take anything from the tray you want." It was all he could offer her, unfortunately.

[londonsxbitch]

// Missy: I grew up in this agency, it’s all I know, I was groomed for spyhood from birth. 

  James: My teacher said ‘wanna be a spy’ and I said ‘ohhh, fuck yeah’ //

[thexunpleasantsurprise]

@bondsgotnothingonme gets a (belated) broken james

He’s failed. Again. Bond remembers when he thought stopping would be easy, and yet here he is once again drinking in the pub after a mission. In his defence, it was one that had gone completely wrong and when he’d returned to London he’d found himself in the pub almost entirely instinctively. He hasn’t let James know where he is purely out of shame.

He looks up when he hears someone approaching, his stomach dropping when he realises it’s James rather than a stranger. Q’s smart blood must have tipped him off. He sighs and pushes the half empty glass away from him, not trying to deny what he’s been doing. 

“I’m sorry.” And he really is, even in this state he hates knowing he’s let James down again. “I just really needed a drink.” One had swiftly become a few as soon as he’d sat down at the bar. It’s what always happened.

[lordcarlisle]

"So, when did you find out?" (Bondsgotnothingonme)

“A few days ago,” Harry said, fiddling with his signet ring as he spoke. “I am a detective, James, you must have known that I’d find out eventually.”

( @bondsgotnothingonme )

[percivalofkingsman]

Someone Like Me

It had been three weeks and two days since Lancelot had taken him to the gay scene in London. Percival had visited on a couple of occasions over the years, but they had never been for very long, or were very memorable. Nor did he have a friend to share them with. He was intrigued by James's London and wanted to see more. When he was finished with his paperwork due to a minor extraction in Prague, he knocked on James's office door and waited for an answer. Percival was excited by the interest that Lancelot had taken in him. He had been a Kingsman agent for going on five years but he would not say he had any close friends within the organisation. Harry was a marvelous mentor of a kind who offered him guidance and insight, but not a peer that was close to his age as James was. And no one had ever whisked him into the colour spectacle that was the London drag scene. Gorgeous and toned Queens, some taller than he was in their spiked heels, coiffed hair, colourful makeup. He felt modest in their midst but was deeply fascinated. It was a part of his culture which he knew little to nothing about. James proved to be quite a guide.

[thexunpleasantsurprise]

❛  you don’t trust me.  ❜ @bondsgotnothingonme

Bond’s brow furrows at that. It’s not as simple as not trusting James - of course he does - it’s years of pain that have taught him to be cautious in displaying his trust.

“Don’t be silly,” his voice is quiet; he’s working hard not to make it sound dismissive. “I trust you with my life.” That’s the honest truth. Even if he isn’t ready to talk about everything with James, he trusts the younger man to the ends of the earth. 

He glances down at James’ hand that holds the picture that started this. A photograph of Vesper he had taken shortly before Venice. Something he’d never been able to throw away and had instead tucked into a box at the back of a cupboard. Out of sight, if not out of mind most days. His silence has been taken as distrust, clearly, but he still can’t figure out how to explain the picture to James. How to explain that James doesn’t need to be worried. 

“She’s part of my past.” Present and future, too, in that he will never be able to forget her, but how do you tell someone that?

[lordcarlisle]

"What do you think you're doing to him?" [Bondsgotnothingonme]

( @bondsgotnothingonme )

“How should I know anything about that sort of thing when he’s clamped shut like a clam half the time?”

[lordcarlisle]

☂ (Bondsgotnothingonme)

Send me a ☂ to find my character in a dark alley in the middle of a storm, beaten and bloody || ( @bondsgotnothingonme )

Harry’s breath was coming in ragged inhales as he tried to scrabble his way up into a sitting position. His hands were wet with rain and blood and so they slid off the brick wall as he tried to pull himself up.

A groan left him as he tried not to think of the pain radiating from…well everywhere really. “’elp…” It was more of a whimper than a call for help. Harry was doubled over in pain just before he saw a figure coming toward him through the sheet rain. His attempts to sit had failed him and he slumped onto the cold ground, eyes feeling heavy and his brain feeling so very sluggish.