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[mare--noctis]

God this was so much fun! I hope you enjoy the covers as much as I enjoy the series.

shaking the sheets by @thestalwartheart on AO3.

Until next time,

K. E. Birch

Mare Noctis Studios

( @boketto-fernweh )

RIP my search history :(

[ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm]

the new knives out movie gave me qbond nostalgia

[qsomedia]

Taken from  Homoeroticism on Screen: The Best Ships Never Sailed on QSO Media. Extracts written by AC.

[randomingoftherandomness]

[Fic] Tesco Liminal - 00q, Conrad x Duke of Oxford; Rated G

A/N: My eternal thanks to @stebeee for listening to me vomit fic ideas x

Tags: Crossover, AU, Established Relationship, Alternate Universe - Not Related

[Edit 26/7/19: Have just been informed that Matthew Vaughn did a trailer breakdown for Empire magazine and he confirms that Conrad and the Duke are actually Father and Son. Have now added the 'Not Related' tag]

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DO NOT REPOST

@colourr-ing @genderqueernerd @andwebegin

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Bond endures two bony stabs of an elbow to his side before he looks up from reading the labels of the yoghurt cups. “What?” He says, not a little miffed when he sees Q craning his neck to look out to the other aisle.

“Bond, did you see?”

“See what?”

Q whirls around and frowns. Eyes burning with a driven intensity that has Bond cued in to the gravitas of the here and now. Grabbing the yoghurts, he shoves them back onto the shelf, tugging Bond along behind him as he scurries across the brightly lit Tesco floor, and round to the cereal section. Bond bites back the long-suffering sigh that bubbles up within him; long since learned that when his lover gets it within his head to do something, there really isn’t any stopping him.

“Do you see him? The young man with the brown hair in the well-tailored coat?” Bond tilts his head for a better look, picking up a box of instant Quaker oats, he nods, keeping tabs on said man. He isn’t sure where Q is going with this, or what he must’ve seen to cause his deep interest, but Bond is willing to ride this one out. Their dinner plans can wait.

The man in question is contemplating jams, pale lashes curtaining his eyes, lips twisted in thought as he rocks the jars in his hands. Bond reckons that he is probably far more athletic in build under that coat - vintage? - but it is the way he turns at the call of a smooth familiar voice that has Bond freezing up.

“Conrad, what about these?”

M strides past them, shoes falling on the floor in rhythmic beats. The top buttons of his shirt is undone, tie gone. There is a relaxed quality to his smile, and when the man looks up from his jams and a smile graces his plush lips, there is a bright and almost fond light in his blue eyes.

Q wraps a deceptively soft hand around his wrist and pulls him to a corner. Together, they pretend to consider the merits between Peaches and Cream, and Blueberries and Cream while unsureptiously spying on what looks like their boss and his… Boyfriend? Lover? The way M rakes his eyes over his Conrad’s face is anything but familial.

They look on as M steps closer to the man, smiling as they lean into each other, head bent close. Bond can’t help but be charmed by the way M’s hand lingers on the younger man’s waist, body language clear with familairity and ease. Q seems to have come to the same conclusion that this was clearly as private a moment a couple could have in a place like Tescos at three in the morning.

He’s struck by a realisation, in that moment, turning to Q; the way M looks at his Conrad, is more than a little, exactly like the way he looks at Q. Bond has to stifle the urge to laugh then. Feeling like a voyeur, he slides a hand over Q’s shoulder, steering him back to the milk.

“Come on. There’s nothing to see here,” He murmurs, pressing a brief kiss to the side of his head. Q, to his credit, doesn’t disagree.

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“Mallory,” Conrad’s eyes twinkle with mischief and teasing. “Your men are horrible at spycraft.”

He sighs, bagging their groceries and loading them back into the trolley. Bond and Q will be too professional to bring this little discovery of theirs up in the office, but he does feel disconcerted that they would be bumping into each other in a Tesco of all places.

“Mallory?”

Conrad’s touch on the back of his hand is light. “Not everyone can be Kingsmen, you know?” He chuckles, slipping their palms together. Conrad smiles, and gives the trolley a push.

“I’m sure that if you talked to Harry, he’d open up a slot for you without question,” Conrad says.

M laughs then, walking in step with him into the rain drenched asphalt of the deserted parking lot. He doesn’t have quite the heart to tell him that Harry has been asking him about it at least once a year over a glass of Whiskey since their trainee days.

[dlanadhz]

Leave a Message: Chapter 16

Author: DLanaDHZ Beta: @jessicamdawn Rating: T for mild violence and injury and references to torture later on Fandom: James Bond (Craig Films) Pairing: 00Q, QBond Chapters: 16/17 Word Count: 46,227 Additional Tags: Civilian Q, Mutual Pining, Crash Course in Espionage Summary:

The answering machine was just there for appearances, and yet the blinking number on it was still there, and for some reason James couldn’t ignore it. In his solitary life, James never expected to connect with anyone, not at work and especially not with a civilian who was a complete stranger. But Q might be the connection he really needs, in more ways than one.

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[mare--noctis]

What's been happening at Mare Noctis Studios lately?

Well,

Quite a bit, actually. None of it writing my own stories but I digress...

In order:

An Exercise in Worthless by @glassedplanets

Andante, Andante by @treetart

Draco Malfoy, It's Your Lucky Day by @faith2wood

Kiss Him, You Idiot by @boketto-fernweh / @mare--noctis

tête-à-tête by @/Mlle_Heloise

Castiel Novak's Office, This Is Dean by @valleydean

House of Cards by @/sugamins

Match Fit by @ravenclawsquill

Paragon by @/bloodyway2411

Mental by @sara-holmes-blog

Ulysses by @girlbookwrm

(if I got your tag wrong, or you would like to be removed, please send a message)

^ my last two braincells bickering over making a new cover vs writing my own stories

[mare--noctis]

y'all..... this story.....

Interrupting your regularly scheduled McDanno posting to bring you the latest from Mare Noctis Studios:

the right hook by @thestalwartheart on AO3

I had so much fun creating this, it was nice to take a break from my own work for an hour or two. Mac, you are just so cool and I wish I had your knack for characterisation and your understanding of pacing the quiet moments in a story. Thank you for writing this and I hope this cover is just a small reflection of my admiration for you.

Until next time,

K. E. Birch

Mare Noctis Studios

( @boketto-fernweh )

[mare--noctis]

like a catherine wheel by @thestalwartheart

vae tibi et omnibus quae me sentire fecisti

Its not what I promised, but rather something else entirely.

Until next time,

Mare Noctis Studios

(K. E. Birch)