#chiefofstafftanner

[jamesbloodybond]

"I-I'm fine, just give me a moment. It's nothing..."

"You're not fine, Tanner," Bond spoke firmly, enunciating every syllable to ensure the chief of staff could hear him amid his panic attack. "I need you to take a few deep breaths for me," He crouched down to where Tanner was and gripped onto his hands. "Inhale for 3 seconds and exhale for 7, can you do that?"

[seven-of-endless-hearts]

Sit It On A Shelf || chiefofstafftanner

She'd seen him, before, in flashes. A few times in detail. Once--and only once--so deep within her realm she watched him wander through the hollow of the lighthouse, glimmering ghost in the wake of fire and smoke and a coffin that was largely for show.

Today he was in her boudoir.

She knew he would be. Where else could he have gone but back to her? She sat on the rat-nibbled cushion in front of her mirror--the only one in her realm that showed her herself--and combed her hair as she watched him wander around all ghost-like and hollow.

His grief was palpable. It tasted like smoke. Fire, then, was his motif; she supposed it was funny that he should feel so cold in the wake of it.

With her hair straightened, she slipped from her chambers and out from her lighthouse and out and out until she found herself in a familiar townhouse.

Upstairs, a man was slowly getting himself dressed on his day off.

Downstairs, Despair pulled open a fridge that was woefully under-stocked. She sighed. It went like this, then: eggs, and beans, and sausage patties, bread in the oven and a pot on the stove top with overripe strawberries bubbling quickly down into thick, sweet jam. A kettle, and a thick porridge, and soon the table was set.

She would push him from her heart, herself, if no-one else would; her lighthouse was her own.

@chiefofstafftanner

[dontcxckitup]

"Focus on my voice, okay?"

@chiefofstafftanner

Focus on his voice? It was easier said than done, because his ears felt as if someone had stuffed cotton into them. He did hear Tanner, but it was more muffled than anything. Mallory sucked in a deep breath, or at least tried to, gripping the other man's arm tightly. This was new. He had never had any kind of attack like this; not in decades, anyway. "I'm...fine..." he eventually breathed out.

[hacker-codeq]

@chiefofstafftanner soulmate au

Ben wanted to keep hold of Bill's hand forever but he was aware enough of his situation to know that the older man definitely knew better what to expect and how to act; even if that meant Ben's hand would be cold again. It was strange to know that, only a few minutes earlier, it wouldn't have bothered him but now the idea was almost painful.

"Coworkers..." Ben mumbled, not happy but something about the way Bill laughed made him smile anyway. It was going to be very hard not to just follow the older man around the office for... the rest of time?

He felt more uncomfortable with his hands free, clasping them in front of himself as they passed strangers; thankfully, only a few glanced at them and soon they were in the lift. Ben leaned back, just slightly, into the offered touch, looking over at Bill with confusion.

"In case I need you..? But you said that this place was safe." He pointed out. "Can't I just be in the same place as you?"

[brooklynislandgirl]

@chiefofstafftanner {{xx}}

Where as Beth might not show teeth when she smiles, there is a spark of light and radiance in her gaze, a welcoming sort of openness extended to him that hints at her delighted surprise. "Mahalo," she thanks him as she accepts the coffee. Another curiosity, she might have expected it to be tea. However, there's a splash of cream to it, and she can already almost taste the sweetness of the sugar. She doesn't know how he could possibly guess how she drinks hers. She inclines her head. "I....uh. I was here to see a friend of mine, inquiring about a few holiday get-togeddahs I was planning on hosting, and I saw your name..."

Yeah, and back home? They call that stalking. Of course she doesn't say this bit out-loud, but Inside Beth cringes at herself.

"I hope I'm not intruding or upsetting you. Jus' mebbe wanted to see how you were getting on. How you've been." Beth doesn't ever forget a patient, but most of the time she doesn't really miss them either, so this is novel for her.

[tealeavesandthorns]

Maria and Tanner Cont from here X

@chiefofstafftanner "I'm fairly certain we've ruled out this being someone at MI6" Tanner started, sounding almost like he was trying to convince himself as well. "I think there might be something so simple that it's waltzed right by us. That's why I wanted some more focused eyes on the situation."

"You don't sound amazingly sure on that." Maria raised a brow at him. Given her history the idea that someone at MI6 might be betraying them and slipping through their fingers made her deeply uncomfortable.

"Are there any more files?" She asked gesturing to the stack. "Anymore email trails? I'm wondering if there's something in there, a similarity to older cases. It's not often that these inside jobs are simply singular. Usually with something like this it's organised. Have you shown this too anyone else yet?"

[dontcxckitup]

starter for @chiefofstafftanner

It was one of those days again where the pile of crap was just adding up hour by hour. It never came day by day, or perhaps even week by week, no – it came all at once, and mostly when really no one needed it. And what better way to escape it all than to go to a bar? A more peaceful one, of course, he couldn’t quite stand the noisy, crowded pubs that seemed to be frequented by half of London at once.

Picking up his glass of cognac, Mallory turned – and froze on the spot. A very familiar face greeted him among the rest of the patrons; apparently he hadn’t been the only one with this idea. He offered his Chief of Staff a small smile, albeit tiredly. “Evening. I didn’t know you’re frequenting the same bar?”

[hacker-codeq]

@chiefofstafftanner royal court AU!

Avoiding people had become a habit since a spell had gone wrong and the promising young court magician had accidentally split his soul from his body and into the form of a familiar. The familiar was a sweet thing and that was the issue - as far as Marcus was concerned, the lazily named 'Benjamin' was nothing but a liability for such a powerful sorcerer.

The king would occasionally visit, as well as a handful of knights when they required a spell, but they were mostly left alone. The sound of a knock against the door brought Ben's attention away from his book. He was so used to Marcus dealing with guests but his human was fast asleep on the floor above so Ben decided to be brave.

Changing into a human form, looking rather like Marcus apart from golden eyes, he went and opened the door. The smile was almost likely a dead giveaway that he was not the famed magician. "Good morning, may I help you, Sir Tanner?" He recognised the knight from the memories of his human.