Bond, James Bond

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[ultimate-007]

[dontstoptrying]

tempusfugit007​:

“Caught wind of your mission before I left. Had Q keep me in the loop.” He murmurs to her, making an effort to shield her with his body so she doesn’t have to look all around.

The smell of the blood is actually starting to make him a bit nauseous which surprises him. He may have gone a little overboard on her behalf. But… Seeing the gratitude in her tired eyes makes it worth it. He isn’t sure what kind of position she would have been in if he hadn’t shown up in time.

His own mission was also completed sloppily. His assigned handler at the time had much to say about his actions but Bond was already on a plane before M could get involved. They can try to suspend him for this, surely, but he doubts it will stick for long.

It’s after a few steps that he frowns deeper, pausing to look her leg over again. “Can I carry you?” He asks, not wanting her to strain herself but preferring to give her a choice in the matter. “It’s just a bit of a walk to the car.”

Despite with her pain, Eve couldn’t help but smile a bit at that. She knew he cared, of course, she wasn’t an idiot, but hearing confirmation was still unexpected. With anyone else it might have felt insulting, patronising even, to know they’d been keeping tabs on her from afar. But she knew Bond well enough that he had plenty of faith in her. 

She dreaded to think what sort of chaos he’d left M and Q in by coming here, but she wasn’t exactly going to chastise him when he was the reason she was walking out in one piece. Well, limping really, but still a lot better than she’d feared things would go.

“Thank you for doing that,” she said softly, wincing again as she put too much weight on her leg. She could barely tell where exactly the pain was coming from at this point, with how bruised she felt.

She stopped when he paused, eager for the break from walking. His offer made her sigh in frustration. Her immediate instinct was to be stubborn and tell him she could make the walk, but even just briefly putting weight on her leg again snapped her out of it. “Please,” she conceded, “if you don’t mind.”

[tempusfugit007]

“I don’t. It’s why I asked.” He replies smoothly, picking her up in the same motion. His grip is firm but gentle as he is mindful of what wounds he can see. “And we’re dark so no one is watching. I’m sure I’ll get a lashing once we’re home.”

His tone becomes more relaxed the more he is reassured that she is safe in his arms.

“Be my gun if need be, please.” He asks politely, as he recognizes he’s the most vulnerable in terms of position at the moment. 

He picks up the pace now, trying to hurry to the safety of the stolen vehicle he nabbed on the way here. The further they get out of the building the more carnage is left in their wake, as it was Bond’s own doing on the way to get in.

The timeline of his entrance can be seen in how clean each body is and how horribly sloppy he gets the closer he was to her.

[tempusfugit007]

❛ i wasn’t there for you when you needed me, and i’m sorry. ❜

"S'alright." He slurs softly in the dark from his spot in the corner. He's not sure when he started drinking or even what day it is. All he knows is that he's out of cigarettes and has a headache.

"There something you wanted?"

@dontstoptrying

[tempusfugit007]

❛ bullet wounds don’t just miraculously heal overnight. ❜

"Not with that attitude." He grunts, roughly tugging a bottle of scotch out of the cupboard with his functioning arm. The other one is bound to his chest with a makeshift sling of his own devising.

He missed his debrief last night having taken the red-eye flight home and has been hiding down in the MI6 provided barracks.

@dontstoptrying

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  enemies  to  lovers?  slow  burns?  say  no  more.  various  sentence  starters  for  all  your  hero  x  villain  ship  needs.  )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ you can’t do this for me. i won’t let you. ❜

❛ it’s not for you. it’s not a favor. it’s the cruelest thing i could do. ❜

❛ i warn you. i’ll break your heart. ❜

❛ i know you better than you know yourself. ❜

❛ i’m replaceable. you’re not. ❜

❛ i hope to be the one you break your rules for. ❜

❛ why am i so fascinated by you? ❜

❛ when i watch the world burn, all i think about is you. ❜

❛ your hands are scarred from murder, and yet i trust them completely. ❜

❛ whatever you do. you’re still my family. ❜

❛ we could be the greatest team the world has ever seen. ❜

❛ how many times are we going to keep meeting like this? ❜

❛ i just wish i could protect you from everything. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ sleep. i’ll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you. ❜

❛ you know, they’re going to use the things you love against you. ❜

❛ truth is, i didn’t expect to get this attached to you. ❜

❛ you frustrate me incredibly. ❜

❛ love me like my demons do. ❜

❛ thinking of you is a poison i drink often. ❜

❛ please don’t make me do this. ❜

❛ don’t do anything stupid until i get back. ❜

❛ you protect what you love. ❜

❛ my heart scares you and a gun doesn’t? ❜

❛ you bandaged my wound with one hand, and held a knife in the other. ❜

❛ you save everyone, but who saves you? ❜

❛ you kill me and you accomplish nothing. your world as you know it will end. ❜

❛ all we do together is make love or fight. ❜

❛ i love the way your eyes light up when someone says ‘it might be dangerous’. ❜

❛ when is a monster not a monster? when you love it. ❜

❛ it’s pathetic really, how much i hope it’s me and you in the end. ❜

❛ you were right. you break everything you touch. ❜

❛ i would destroy myself to fix you. ❜

❛ i’m not going to kill you. you don’t deserve that. ❜

❛ that’s how you want me, isn’t it? desperate, jealous, and willing to kill for you. ❜

❛ i’m sorry you’re afraid of being alone. ❜

❛ they made you into a weapon, and told you to find peace. ❜

❛ i wasn’t there for you when you needed me, and i’m sorry. ❜

❛ ‘all right’ is not a term anyone would use to describe you. ❜

❛ just like old times, huh? ❜

❛ then we fight. together. ❜

❛ oh, i’ve missed this! ❜

❛ i know you. you’re me. ❜

❛ i’ve seen who you are under the mask. ❜

❛ i should kill you. why can’t i kill you?! ❜

❛ i don’t know what i’d do if they hurt you. and that terrifies me. ❜

❛ the world doesn’t need someone like you. the world needs you. ❜

❛ bullet wounds don’t just miraculously heal overnight. ❜

❛ you were fighting to survive. i was fighting to win. ❜

❛ i wasn’t a person to you, i was a weapon, and you needed me to work. ❜

❛ you’re pulling your punches. ❜

❛ i wish things were difference between us. ❜

❛ don’t scare me like that. i thought i lost you. ❜

❛ don’t you die on me. ❜

❛ you’re so bad at this. it’s cute. ❜

❛ they don’t know you like i know you. ❜

❛ i broke my rules for you. doesn’t that mean anything? ❜

❛ do you think i’d let anything happen to you? ❜

❛ if i told you about the darkness within me, would you still look at me as you are right now? ❜

[thenameisq]

@tempusfugit007​

Espionage, it’s not the field of work for the faint of heart, each day brings with it an unrivaled chaos. It’s days that overlap each other and never find an end, and it’s living with the realities of the world that the general masses never see, realities that keep you up late into the night. But as a whole they make a difference, they protect the innocent and subdue the wicked. 

Day had come and gone only to bring with it another and though Q branch was located within one of the lowest levels of the building Q found himself atop the roof, the suit he’d come to work in yesterday still worn on his back, his eyes touched lightly with a shade of red due to lack of sleep. But the sun was rising, bringing with it a new day, the soft hue illuminating his tired features as he brings his cigarette up to take a drag from it, a habit few know he possesses.

 His exhale is reminiscent of a sigh as he night seems to float away with it. It’s just then as he watches the vapor float away that he realizes he isn’t alone. His green eyes find Bond’s blue and he swallows. “007.” He nodded a soft greeting delivered with a tired tone. 

[tempusfugit007]

“Q.” Bond greets as equally soft and tired. He mimics the Quartermaster’s stance as he leans against the railing. Pulling his flask out of his hidden pocket, he takes a swig of it and sets it in between them.

“M wanted me to look for you. I told’m you went home,” He murmurs, not wanting to break the peace of the early morning. He had flown a redeye just hours before, not wanting to linger once his task was completed. Hell, he hadn’t expected to bump into anyone upon his arrival, but it seems M has been keeping a closer eye on him as of late. Bond had been trying to avoid a briefing.

He inhales, enjoying the smell of Q’s cigarette and the cool air.

He had been worried, as he always is. James can’t help but have a soft spot for the Quartermaster after the man proved to be ride or die several times. If a trigger had to be pulled on his behalf, he’s almost certain Q would.

He massages his hands now, staring out at the city and taking note of the injuries that have room to complain now that the adrenaline has faded. The last mission was rough.

“Y’alright?” He asks, eyes darting to the side to gauge the man.

@thenameisq

[daphneg121]

[tempusfugit007]

“What makes you think this is my first time?”

"Minx." He snorts with a smirk as his back meets hers. They're surrounded of course which is a normal day for him. What isn't is that everyone here has a sword and he's the only one (apparently) not educated in the art.

@dontstoptrying

[tempusfugit007]

"We aren't alone here."

"Oh wonderful." Bond murmurs under his breath as he shifts himself slightly closer to her.

"Please tell me it's at least human."

@rapxir

[freckledlibertymemesarchived]

JAMES BOND: SKYFALL SENTENCE STARTERS.

“I want to meet your employer.” “Be careful what you wish for.” “_______ sent you after me, knowing you’re not ready, knowing you would likely die.” “You’re scared.” “You put on a good show.” “They’re controlling you. They’re not protecting you.” “That tattoo on your wrist…I know what it is.” “Are you taking me hostage?” “Age is no guarantee of efficiency.” “See what ________ has done to you?” “Where the hell have you been?!” “What are you expecting, a bloody apology?” “You know the rules of the game. You’ve been playing it long enough.” “Take the bloody shot!” “I know when a woman is afraid and pretending not to be.” “Youth is not a guarantee of innovation.” “Well ________ never tied me to a chair.” “I see you’re trying to remember your training.” “Are you sure this is about ________?” “What’s the regulation to cover this?” “First time for everything.” “What makes you think this is my first time?” “Your knees must be killing you.” “Try and stop me, you jumped up little shit.” “It’s about ________, and you…and me.” “What do you know about fear?” “I like you better without your weapon.” “Who doesn’t appreciate the occasional twist?” “What was it you said you did for a living again?” “Open this door right now.” “Every now and then a trigger has to be pulled.” “I think that’s a bloody waste of good scotch.”

[rpmemes-galore]

creepy and kooky, mysterious and spooky … sentence starters

“We aren’t alone here.”

“Its eyes keep following me.”

“I think this place is haunted.”

“Something just touched me…”

“Is that you flickering the lights?”

“That sounds like… children laughing.” 

“I’m not imagining it, there was a face!”

“Is it just me, or do those look like eyes?”

“I swear, there was someone watching us!”

“No, that looks like blood. Why is there blood?”

“The branches look like they’re reaching for us… “ 

“I don’t think we should stay here. It doesn’t feel safe.”

“Oh my god, this is like something out of a horror movie.”

“Take it from me, you should sleep with the light on here.”

“I’ll pay you $20 bucks if you spend the night here, alone.”

“That chair just moved… oh my god, that chair just moved!”

“He’s right there. Can’t you see him? He’s right behind you.”

“Don’t worry, it was just some old story. I’m sure it’s not real.”

“And they say on a night like tonight, you can still hear her singing…”

“No one else is supposed to be here tonight… so, why am I hearing crying?”

“Haha, that was really funny, knocking on the walls like — what do you mean that wasn’t you?”

[dontstoptrying]

@tempusfugit007​ cont. from [x]

he’s immediately under her arm, shifting her weight entirely onto him but allowing her the autonomy to move. he’s just being the support that she needs, hands kept politely onto her clothes and visible.

he shrugs, “i was in the area.”

it had been a fluke that he showed up at all, having been in another country entirely when he found out her situation. he’s sure he’ll get in trouble for going rogue but he is also sure that m will not mind in the slightest as long as she is brought back in one piece.

around them lay the still bodies of her captors, all having deaths that were far too quick but the damage done to them making them unrecognizable. for this case and this case alone, bond doesn’t mind that his suit is covered in blood.

If she wasn’t in quite so much pain she might have laughed at the blatant lie. His case file had, of course, landed on her desk before she’d been sent into the field. Questions about whether he’d bothered completing his file briefly crossed her mind, but that hardly mattered right now. “I’m glad,” she replied, genuinely grateful. Not that she didn’t expect MI6 to send someone else to rescue her - but James had managed to get there first.

“How did you know where to find me?” Probably bullied someone in Q Branch into giving him the location, knowing him, but she needed to talk to keep her mind off the excruciating pain in her left leg. 

She briefly took in the damage James had done but averted her eyes soon after, choosing to focus on him instead. He might be used to that level of butchery, but even without the time behind a desk she wasn’t. Clean and simple was how she preferred it, but what was done was done. “Sorry about the suit,” she added with a weak, but still slightly wry, smile.

[tempusfugit007]

"Caught wind of your mission before I left. Had Q keep me in the loop." He murmurs to her, making an effort to shield her with his body so she doesn't have to look all around.

The smell of the blood is actually starting to make him a bit nauseous which surprises him. He may have gone a little overboard on her behalf. But... Seeing the gratitude in her tired eyes makes it worth it. He isn't sure what kind of position she would have been in if he hadn't shown up in time.

His own mission was also completed sloppily. His assigned handler at the time had much to say about his actions but Bond was already on a plane before M could get involved. They can try to suspend him for this, surely, but he doubts it will stick for long.

It's after a few steps that he frowns deeper, pausing to look her leg over again. "Can I carry you?" He asks, not wanting her to strain herself but preferring to give her a choice in the matter. "It's just a bit of a walk to the car."

[vespering-blog]

“In her final gesture, she kisses Bond’s hands to clear him of guilt, an allusion to the earlier scene in which Bond had kissed hers to do the same for her.”

[dontstoptrying]

❛ Are you okay? Did they hurt you? ❜

“I think I am,” though her smile was less than convincing. That was hardly surprising with how battered and bruised she was. It didn’t feel like there was any permanent damage though, that was what mattered most. She winched slightly as she stood up, finally putting weight on her foot. “I might need a hand though,” she added, shifting her weight again to get rid of the pain.

“Thank you for finding me.” That came with a sincere smile, even through the pain.

[tempusfugit007]

He's immediately under her arm, shifting her weight entirely onto him but allowing her the autonomy to move. He's just being the support that she needs, hands kept politely onto her clothes and visible.

He shrugs, "I was in the area."

It had been a fluke that he showed up at all, having been in another country entirely when he found out her situation. He's sure he'll get in trouble for going rogue but he is also sure that M will not mind in the slightest as long as she is brought back in one piece.

Around them lay the still bodies of her captors, all having deaths that were far too quick but the damage done to them making them unrecognizable. For this case and this case alone, Bond doesn't mind that his suit is covered in blood.

[tempusfugit007]

❛ You’re bleeding. ❜

“You’re observant.” He scoffs in response, rolling his eyes as he untucks his button up. It’s offensive, this wound, as it has soiled the brand new silk he had been given no longer than 24 hours prior.

@dontstoptrying

[lethal-desires]

When Bond says “What makes you think this is my first time?” he meant this; the n number of times he had done the b0ndage and intimidation t@ctics exercise with Q; and the n number of times it turned into something more than just an exercise.

[q-uartermaster]

tempusfugit007​:

“I’m not.” 

James surprises himself as the words fall from his lips with a little bit of venom. Things had indeed ended as expected with Bond’s track record.

The first night that James woke up unable to tell Madeline what her name was, they knew their relationship had run its course. The damages done in the process of saving her life had been too much pressure for either one of them. Especially when he finally did remember, it was accompanied by a debilitating migraine that prevented the man from eating for a couple days.

He finds himself locking eyes with Q, determined and even in his gaze. “We both knew I would be back I think.”

His eyes trail across Q’s visage respectfully, gauging the boffin’s health. He can see the darkening bruises caused by an uneasy sleep. He’s a little thinner… He was always a beanpole. He notes the slight redness to the tips of Q’s ears and he can’t help but smile with familiarity.

Another blink of his eyes and Q’s face changes, becomes slightly more fuzzy… But he still can tell. He holds that comfort of familiarity close.

I’d know that face anywhere.

“I missed you, Q. Truly.”

And then Bond surprises himself with sincerity bubbling up his throat,

“I’m sorry.”

Q couldn’t decipher how Bond felt about coming back. Even though he said he was better off, Q knew him well enough to see something wasn’t right. There was a glint of melancholy in his eyes and a slight droop in his shoulders, not squared with their usual proudness. He was bothered by something, that was for certain, Q just wasn’t sure of what. 

Q stops breathing when Bond’s eyes finally meet his, and his words catch him off guard. Q didn’t have anything to say to that, and when the agent was looking at him like that he felt as if he could see right through him anyway. 

Bond looked pretty much the same as he did before he left, except the dangerous twinkle in his eyes had been replaced by that wistfulness. But he still looked as strong and beautiful as he always had, and probably always will. 

After Bond says he misses Q, he can feel his stomach tighten into knots. Bugger. Don’t say that, Q thinks to himself. You can’t just waltz in here and say that. But there is a moment of silence, and Q takes a deep, shaky breath.  

I missed you too.

“What are you sorry for? What is there to be sorry about?” He tries but he can’t contain the emotion in his voice. Q’s eyebrows furrow, he grips the edge of his desk and leans into it. Mostly to keep himself standing upright at that point.

[tempusfugit007]

“Everything.” James admits, no longer shifting back and forth, “I shouldn’t have left like I did. Like I always do.”

He takes note of Q’s adjustment in stance, and angles himself closer. His shoes are loud against the concrete as he lithely moves around the desk to stand nearer.

“I’m not retiring.” James declares, almost as if it were a reassurance. MI6 wouldn’t let him if he tried anyway. He wouldn’t even let himself if he could. Now that he has a closer look at Q, he remembers something Madeline had said on their fourth month abroad.

“I’ve been with women before, sure. Pretty nice, but y’know,” She shrugs and sips her martini, “Work. You?”

“I’m open about it.” He replies neutrally, sipping his own and scoping out the scene. 

“Really? Wouldn’t have pictured the infamous James Bond to be bisexual! Your reputation precedes you.” She’s delighted and he can spot some gears turning behind her eyes. He rolls his own.

“Comes with the territory. Doesn’t always make the papers.”

“Go on, tell me more.” She draws a finger along his exposed hand. 

He sighs, conceding as her fingernail catches on a scar on his palm, “There was this one time. In London.”

“The boffin?”

His head snaps up so quickly that even Madeline is surprised by the sheer protective fire in his gaze. She smothers her fear with a small laugh, “Oh come one, he came to fucking Austria just to help you. If that’s not being besotted I don’t know what is...”

He looks away, grumbling a, “Nevermind my story.”

For the rest of the night she would try to goad him for more information on the depth of him and Q’s relationship. And even after she goes to bed, he’ll still be lying awake thinking of him...

Staring at him now, he’s grateful that he’s real. He can faintly smell the Earl Grey and gun oil on him. Adjusting the grip on the package under his arm, he finds himself starting to lean against the desk, his knee starting to hurt.

“I’m sorry for not giving you a proper goodbye, and I’m sorry for not telling you that I was coming back.”