#James bond Fanfiction

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Summary: Bond has to make a decision about someone he loves. 

A/N: Hello lovelies,

Oh my dear lovelies, oh sweethearts. I AM SO SORRY for going dark.

As some of you may have read from my last announcement, things got a bit hectic when my mom was in the hospital. It was a scary and crazy experience, she basically became paralyzed from her chest down. I’m talking about an extremely active woman who was on her feet working 10-12 hour days to not being able to move at all. 

We had to rush her to emerge and find out she had contracted some rare bacteria that affected her spine. Needless to say she was in the hospital for a month, and finally was discharged about three weeks ago and is now staying at my brothers. Which is great for her since he has a bungalow and makes it easier for her to move around as she’s learning to walk again. However, that does mean we have to travel a bit to visit her and take care of her when my brother and his family can’t. 

Anyway ... long story short, too late. I am back, I am going to try to catch up on some of our lovely stories. I also have a special surprise for you guys, which I’ll upload sometime this week. I’m currently working on Crosshair’s section of the Gym Membership and then SOTF, the Reunion and Upside Down, and I’m also going to be working on a one-off request that I received. Keep your eyes peeled for those. 

Thank you all for sticking around, for sending me love, and for checking up on me, you have all been super amazing and wonderful. 

A special thanks to @firstofficerwiggles​ and @ulchabhangorm​ for being my beta readers. Love oo.

Italics - flashback

Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping, blindfolded, smoking, prisoners, cages, feelings of mistrust, bleeding, injury, I think that’s it, if I miss anything please let me know. 

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The blindfold covering Bond’s eyes finally started to slip down after hours of the corrosive material rubbing against his eyelids, but if this little irritant put him off from his mission, he shouldn’t’ve been able to call himself a double O. 

It been more than three hours, closing on four, since he’d gotten into the first vehicle and the fabric was placed on his eyes. Since then, he’d been moved to two subsequent vehicles, each more uncomfortable then the one previous.

They were travelling across increasingly bumpier roads, from the cobble stones they started out on, to the rural roads he deduced they were currently on. With each bump he felt the rough material scrape across his skin, there was no doubt his eyelids would be rubbed raw by the end of the journey. 

Despite the increasing discomfort, he focused his attention on what was happening around him. 

As the car began to slow down, he expected a gentle stop, of course that was before his whole body shifted forward violently. He would’ve hit the seat in front of him, if he hadn’t engaged his core muscles doing his best to remain upright as the driver slammed on the brakes. He shifted himself back against the seat, as another vehicle slowly approached them.

The car that had been stifling since he’d been shifted into it, finally received a breath of fresh air, as he felt a rush of wind blow across his face and hair when the door flung open. 

Someone grabbed his arm with force, shifting him forcibly from his seat. This wasn’t his first clandestine meeting he attended, yet every time they always decided to yank the blindfolded person from a vehicle; come to think of it, he was guilty of that as well. There was an inherent expectation that the one blindfolded wouldn’t fall, and would be able to follow the silent instructions. 

Maybe just for fun, the next time he was going to fall to the ground just to throw them off, and chuckle at hearing them become all flustered. 

There was an eerie silence that seemed to hang in the air as he got out of the car, it wasn’t necessarily threatening or dangerous per se, but a seemingly tense atmosphere between the two drivers themselves, maybe an affair of the heart, or simply rivals for one thing or other. He concluded he was being transferred to yet another vehicle, as his guide pushed him forward, hopefully this would be the last vehicle transfer before arriving at his destination. 

His guide kicked his left foot, trying to push it up onto a ledge, he didn’t need much prodding as he stepped up doing his best to gain some form of balance, when he was shoved into the seat. There was no doubt it was an older truck, the cracked leather seats felt as though thousands of tiny pins were poking his butt as he shifted to find a somewhat comfortable spot. 

It didn’t take long to get them on the road again, the further they drove on, the more he was able to determine their heading. The bumps in the road had started to appear less and less, instead it became increasingly dusty from what he could gather as he breathed in more dust from the air vents. The noise from the city vanished completely and replaced by the sound of trees rustling in the breeze and birds squawking from above. As far as he could tell, they hadn’t passed another vehicle in the past thirty minutes, which could only mean they were in an even more isolated area then they had been previously.

The truck shifted gears as it began to slow down, the driver turning ever so gently before he decided to slam on the brakes, lurching him forward once again. He was seriously thinking about talking to whoever taught these guys how to drive. He was trying to brace himself before hitting the dash, only to be pushed back this time into his seat by his guide’s forearm; he wasn’t sure but there was a high probability he would have a bruise on his chest later. At least he could say there was some concern about his safety, relatively speaking.

The relative peace that had surrounded him was now replaced by the sound of various footsteps rushing towards the truck, when the door flung open.

“Get out!” The voice demanded without any further explanation or care. Either from the person’s lack of English or simply they didn’t wish to expand more than the two words because of the unbearable heat beating down against them, the breeze that he had enjoyed was now a distant memory. It hadn’t been so bad in the truck as they drove on their way, but now that it was idle, the lack of breeze, the humidity, and the sun bearing down on them started to feel stifling.  

Though he still couldn’t see much as he moved out of the truck, he was able to see something through the fabric covering his eyes, from the small opening provided by the shift of the blindfold. It was mostly outlines of objects, shapes that provided a hint as to what he was seeing against the bright sun and bluish-grey sky. 

He took in a deep breath, there was a hint of salt in the air brushing against his tongue as he licked his lips; so they’d been travelling closer to the sea. Possibly the Pacific Ocean side as the air wasn’t as salty compared to the Atlantic. The thickness from the rustling of the trees was no mistake they were somewhere dense, either near the border of the forest, or just on the edges of an abandoned village. 

The humidity surrounding him, simply reaffirmed his suspicions, it was thick and suffocating. They had driven closer to the coastline.

Someone grabbed his arm pushing him foward, he could hear sounds of people moving around him, out of his and his guide’s way. Not completely disappearing simply moving off to the side, as they whispered among themselves. He could feel eyes analyzing and scrutinizing his every move, waiting for an opportunity to strike, despite his hands still being restrained. 

As he walked along, his foot bounced off the corner of a box he estimated as best he could from the sound and movement of what he hit. His theory was confirmed as his guide shoved him down onto the seat. He adjusted himself as best he could, as someone cut the zip-ties binding his hands, seconds after his wrists felt sweet relief, his blindfold was yanked off without any concern. 

It took him a few seconds to adjust to the brightness, probably could’ve been worse if his blindfold hadn’t slipped, allowing his eyes to adjust even just a little.

“Bienvenido Señor Bond” the thick Spanish accent coming from the heavyset woman sitting in front of him. The structure in front of him, if he could call it that, provided enough shade for her and her table, leaving the rest of her people and Bond to experience the full heat of the sun. The air was filled with the smell of the cheap cigars she was smoking, the smell flowing over and encapsulating him, making him want to eliminate whoever invented those foul-smelling cheap cigars as he held back the bile that was rising.

He left off a light cough, doing his best to be his most charming self possible, “I’m grateful for the meeting Señora, it’s truly a pleasure to be in front of so much beauty ”

“A great pleasure as well, Señor Bond, I understand you are looking for information” she took a long drag from her cigar, the ashes flicking off in the breeze and creating more of the nasty smell. 

Bond nodded “As a gratitude for giving me the opportunity for this meeting” he motioned to the man beside him who had been carrying his bag, the same man he met in the city before they started off on the long voyage to the middle of nowhere, he must have been in the vehicles with him each time he transferred or travelled ahead of him, “a small fee to show my appreciation for the inconvenience this has caused you.” 

The man, loomed over them as he stepped closer, as tall and broad as he was, the man barely made a sound as he gently placed the bag in front of her. 

She eyed Bond, not saying anything as she took an even longer drag of her cigar, she motioned to one of her subordinates to open the case revealing it full of money.

“American?” She asked as the smoke exhaled through her mouth and nose.

“Of course”

She took another puff “What is the information?”

“Several days ago, a man travelled through the area with a backpack”

“There are many men who travel through this area with backpacks, Señor”

“Of course, however, I believe he is a guest of your wonderful facilities, currently” he motioned towards the rundown prisons, well what appeared to be prisons. They were mere barriers out in the open, simply branches tied together with rope, to form cages to keep the unwanted contained. 

She simply shrugged, “Perhaps, perhaps not.” She motioned with her cigar towards Bond, “Do you have a picture of this man?”

Without a word he pulled out a 4 x 6 picture of the man from his pocket. One of the requirements of meeting her was no technology was allowed. No cell phone. No laptop. No tablet. Nothing that could connect him to the outside world. 

Despite the oddity, it didn’t really matter to him why she was being extremely cautious, all he cared about was the reason he was there. He passed the picture to her aide who was waiting to receive the image, she leaned over taking a long look at the picture, taking another drag nodding slowly in agreement.

“You are correct, Señor Bond, this man is indeed one of our guests of our, as you say, wonderful facilities.”

Bond couldn’t help smirk at this fool’s misfortune, frankly he could care less about the predicament he found himself in, “I hope he’s enjoying his stay then, what I’m more interested in, is the backpack this man had with him.”

She hummed as she took another drag, the smoke flaring out of her nostrils, “Was there something special in this backpack?” Her eyes narrowed as she took in the man sitting in front of her, “If there was something my men overlooked…” her eyes narrowing on two men who were standing off to the side, as her anger flared along with her nostrils towards her men, “I would be very disappointed.”

James knew better than to show his hand, after all it wasn’t anything that was obvious to the untrained eye, “Not in the least, the backpack is in fact mine. The man stole it from me, and I simply wish to reclaim it back.”

Another hum from the woman followed his statement, as she took a final drag of her cigar, putting it out on an overfilled ashtray.

“Why so much money to simply retrieve what was stolen?”

“There is a copy of a book that was given to me by my late wife, it was the last gift she gave me before she passed away; it means the world if I was able to get it back.”

She called over one of her men, whispering to him, careful to not let her conversation be overheard. Within seconds the man brought the dull beige backpack, still intact, at least from what Bond could tell.

“Would you mind if I confirm it’s contents, I would hate for anything to be missing or for the book to have been lost”

She motioned for him to stand, as her men surrounded Bond from all areas, their eyes watching his every move. He opened it fully, the clothes neatly stacked on top, a dog eared book of ‘How to Kill a Mockingbird’ sitting there, along with a toiletry bag, he opened it seeing a razor, toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, and shaving cream. 

“As you can see there is nothing special in this bag, except for the book. This was the book she left me before …” his hand caressed the book tenderly, before he zipped up the bag, looking as undisturbed as before, retaking his seat on the crate. 

“It appears so” her voice was weary.

“Thank you for retrieving my belongings, I would like to compensate you of course, for your troubles.” He put his hands inside his pockets, pulling out two stacks of a hundred American dollars placing them on the table in front of her, “There’s about $20,000 here, as a personal thank you.”

“Señor Bond you are quite good at making friends” she smirked as she slowly picked up the bundles, “Ernesto will take you back to the village. If you ever need my services again, I am more than happy to help.”

“Señora” Bond bowed, giving her his whimsical smile, as he followed Ernesto back to the truck, he sat down the backpack in between his legs, as he was blindfolded once again for the long journey back. 

- - - - - - - - - - - 

The book lay beside Q’s laptop as it’s front pastedown was peeled back, leaving only the indent of a microchip in its wake.

“Q, is the information compromised or not?” Mallory was annoyed as the youngish technician appeared to be taking his time with providing answers that he desperately needed.

“Don’t worry” Bond intervened, “Q’s probably confirming for the third time before he gives us any answers. You know how annoyingly diligent he can be.”

Q focused his attention back on the computer screen doing his best to ignore the comments; however he knew no amount of rechecking would change the answer that laid before him. He leaned back after reading the information for the third time, “Only one identity was compromised”

“Why aren’t you more concerned!” Mallory’s patience was at an end.

“Because it was compromised two weeks ago”

Silence filled the room, as the weight of what was discovered sunk in; the identity of their undercover agent was already revealed, the chances they were still alive were remote if even possible. 

Mallory leaned against the desk, his head hanging low between his shoulders. He’d prided himself on doing all he could for his agents, there would always be deaths in this field that was inevitable, but he always wanted to make sure they knew they weren’t alone. They had support, backup, as much as he was able to offer. 

“Who was it?” Mallory mumbled out as his eyes closed tightly, trying his best to squeeze out the shame and guilt he felt. No one realized there'd been a breach, until it was too late, and then finding out who breached their network, how it was breached took even more time. He failed them, and nearly had others killed. 

Q glanced from Mallory to Bond, a heaviness rested in his chest, the next words he was about to utter would change his friend’s life forever. He focused back on the computer, maybe he was wrong, maybe it was a different person with a similar name and same date of birth, who just happened to have taken over the same undercover name. After all he’s made mistakes before, this could just be one of those unfortunate blunders, it would be better to keep this between Mallory and himself, “Maybe we should …” Q was about to say ‘discuss this in private,’ when Bond cleared his throat.

“Q … say it” James wanted to be wrong, he wanted the name that popped into his head, the moment Q said an identity had been leaked, to be different from the name Q was getting ready to say. 

“007 …”

“Q. Say. It.” James’ voice was tense, his eyes focused on Q’s, taking notice of every twitch, the number of blinks, even every bead of sweat on Q’s face, it all told him a story. Told him to expect the worse. 

Q took the time to focus on Bond’s demeanour, there was no way around it. He wanted to know and no amount of coaxing or trying to pull the old ‘need to know’ routine would stop him. If he didn’t provide him with the information, he’d just break into his computer later and look for it himself, and the last thing Bond needed was a charge of treason. He let out a deep sigh, closing his eyes trying to calm the unpleasant dreary sensation in his heart. He nibbled on his bottom lip, hoping the numbing sensation would make it easier to say what he needed to, “It’s J, 007.”

“When did J …”

“J was recalled to active duty a year ago, specifically for this assignment.”

James could feel his heart racing, his blood pumping faster, he could feel beads of sweat being to form and climbing its way down his spine. 

The sun was breaking in through the window as James watched you sleep, he couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face, as you scrunched your nose, trying to remove whatever irritated you, mumbling in your sleep. He’d been up for almost an hour, after he had the same nightmare yet again. He knew he should’ve woken you up, whenever he had the dream of your death, it was only you that could ease the pain in his heart; however this time just watching you sleep, peacefully, calmed his heart. It was a sense of peace and tranquility that filled him just lying there beside you. He did his best to memorize every millimetre of your face, wanting to make sure he didn’t miss a single freckle or blemish on your face. In that moment, as he lay beside you, he knew. Truthfully, he had known since the moment you walked into his life, but in that moment he knew he wasn’t going to run away from what he felt, he wasn’t going to tiptoe around the issue anymore. You were the one. You were the missing piece of his life. In that moment, he wanted to wake you up, and ask you to marry him. 

He felt Mallory’s eyes on him pulling him back to the present, as M looked between Q and himself. He was trying to quell the coldness enveloping him completely, James’ fists clenched by his side as a thousand different scenarios ran through his head. This wasn’t the first time you were in a crunch, but at least then he was by your side. 

You pressed into your side, praying and hoping to stop the bleeding as James provided cover. Things were looking bleak for the both of you, you were down to maybe five rounds, your extra magazine used and spent. Bond had taken one of your pursuers guns but even then, he was running low. 

“Okay, I bought us a few minutes” he rushed out, controlling his breathing as best he could. His eyes glanced over doing his best to assess your situation. “What do you say? Ready to make a run for it?”

You could only chuckle and offer a weak smile as he grabbed your arm, but you knew the chances of both of you making it out were slim, especially with your wound that didn’t want to close. The bullet was still in there, and pressing against your ribs. You grabbed his shirt with all the strength you had left, pulling him towards you, kissing him deeply one last time. 

James was shocked at first but didn’t hesitate as he deepened the kiss, you didn’t have to tell him, he already knew what you were thinking. This was your goodbye kiss, you were going to tell him to run and to leave you there to cover his escape; but there was no way he was going to do that, his hand shifted from the side of your face, he slowly flexed his wrist, popping out the the tiny dart Q had mounted into his watch before the mission,  and pressed it against your neck. 

As you felt the prick in your neck, you pulled back and pressed your hand against your neck, “Wha… wha… whhh…”

James watched as your eyes slowly closed and your head fell against his shoulder, “Sorry love” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Can’t lose you.” He picked you up, and carried you to the extraction point, doing his best to stay ahead of the assailants.

Now wasn’t the time to panic, he needed as much information as he could gather, “Is it possible to contact J? Confirm in some way that J’s still alive?”

“J’s locator is no longer active. Even the communicator I gave is turned off. All the designated escape rendezvous arranged previously haven’t been used. There is one possibility, give me a minute, I’ll check …” Q’s words trailed off into nothingness as he focused his attention back on his computer.

Mallory stood from his position, it was not the time to be wallowing in self-deprecation. 007 looked as though someone punched him in the gut, or ripped out his heart. Not to mention, there was the possibility of an agent out there on their own for the past two weeks, that could very well need his help.

“You know this … J … personally?” Mallory asked keeping his voice low, as he subtly moved 007 away from Q allowing the genius to do his job.

“More or less” Bond responded, although he heard his voice answer Mallory, it didn’t feel like it was him that was actually talking.

“Meaning?”

“She’s my fiancé …” Mallory looked shocked for a second, before he was able to control his features once again; Bond didn’t draw attention to it, nor did he appear to really be paying attention to what he was saying at that moment. 

James looked around the room, making sure everything was perfect. The candles were lit, your favourite meal was on the dining room table, along with your favourite flowers. He was wearing the navy blue suit you loved, it was the one he wore when you first met, you always told him that image always lived in your memory. He felt for the ring box in his breast pocket. The nerves building as the thought of what he was about to do started to sink in. He always swore he’d never get involved with anyone again after Vespa, but you slowly broke down his walls, and pushed your way into his heart, and before he knew it here he was getting ready to propose to you. Now all he had to do was wait till you got home.

Something pulled James back from where his mind went, maybe it was the fact Q had stopped typing, or just having faith that J’d be okay, and there was no need to be lost in what-ifs. He cleared his throat, straightening and adjusting his tie, “Former. My former fiancé from years past.”

You stood on the street, as the rain pelted down soaking your and James’ clothes straight through. Your tears were welling up as your throat ached from the fight the both of you just had, James was doing his best to hold it together, seeing how much in pain you were from something he did. 

“I’m sorry! But you know this job … this life …”

Your fingers clenched around your engagement ring, “You promised me we would leave. We would both walk away from this job, from everything!”

James ran his hands over his face, “You know how difficult it can be …”

“Oh shut up! You claim to love me, you claim to I’m the one you want to be with, but if that was true you wouldn’t hesitate. Just admit James, you simply don’t want to be with me!”

“How can you say that? I’m here fighting to be with you!”

“Then leave! Leave with me!”

“You know I can’t. Not right now.”

“If you don’t leave now, you’ll lose me”

James closed the distance between the two of you, cupping your face in his hands, “Don’t. Don’t do this.”

You didn’t want to walk away, not from him; but if he wasn’t ready to make the commitment you weren’t sure you could wait around until he was ready. You had already waited five years just to be with him, and now just when you thought everything was finally coming together, it was all falling apart. 

Your hand slowly stroke his cheek, you brushed your lips against his pulling him closer. He didn’t wait or hesitate, he reciprocated making sure the kiss was as passionate and intimate, James didn’t want to think this was the final kiss he could ever give you. 

You pulled away, taking his hands in yours, you pulled off the ring and placed it in his hand. “I can’t do this when you’re not ready. I’m sorry.”

That was all you said as you left him standing there, James just watched you walk away, not sure of how to fix this.

Mallory didn’t say much, simply nodding his head. He knew the affairs of the heart all to well, he wasn’t going to pry into Bond’s past no matter how sorely he was tempted, “Are you able to handle this?”

James turned his head and locked eyes with Mallory, “Are you?”

“Very well, 007.”

Both regained their focus and steadied their nerves, Q looked up as he felt their gazes on him, he adjusted his glasses as he reviewed the information, “I triple checked all morgues, hospitals, law enforcement announcements, even underworld bounties, and I can neither confirm nor deny J’s alive … or dead.”

“Pardon me?” Mallory stated as his hand hitched on his waist, his anger needing an outlet. Not only had they been breached, but it appears it was a targeted breach against one particular agent that didn’t seem to have raised any red flags in their assignment. 

Q adjusted his glasses, not bothering to look at the very annoyed and confused expressions that no doubt rested on both of their faces, “If J were dead there would be a report of either an unidentified body, J’s undercover name or J’s real name, and if that wasn’t going to happen, then there would be a police report about a body found or a … piece found. However there’s nothing. There’s still a pretty large bounty on J, 750,000 euros. Which tells me two things, one - J escaped before the identity was revealed. Now how J knew the cover was blown, I couldn’t possibly guess. However, that brings me to number two, as of right now J’s escaped the clutches of whoever put the bounty. Otherwise, it would’ve been removed, not to mention there would be some form of notice on the dark web.”

“Okay that means J’s likely alive, but you said you weren’t sure about J’s death?”

“Well they could have found J and kept the bounty up to keep us thinking J’s alive when that isn’t the case. They could also be torturing J for information …”

Bond held up his hand, “Okay we get.”

“If J’s captured, then there’s nothing we can do.”

The air in the room went frigid, as Bond slowly turned his head to look at Mallory, “There’s always something we can do” his voice was terse as he addressed Mallory.

“I’m sorry 007, but you know the rules better than anyone. Captured and you’re on your own; MI6 will disavow all knowledge regarding your existence and activity. If J’s caught, there’s simply nothing I can do.”

The tension between the two seasoned men started to grow, one due to the power and position he held, limiting his ability to help an agent in need, the second due to his own feelings and sense of duty to the one who had held his heart far longer than anyone else since Vespa. 

Q held up his hand, “Before you two get into a testosterone filled match to decide which of you is bigger, I found something”

“Surprised you didn’t just wait till after” Bond smirked, appreciating the fact he could always tease Q no matter what the situation called for.

“I was tempted, but this is more pressing. I found a … as best I can describe it, some sort of distress code, on a back channel that hasn’t been used for a while.”

“What does it say?” Mallory was beginning to have doubts about this agent; first, why was only J’s identity that was revealed? Secondly, how did J survive? 

“Need extraction. No response in two weeks. Will go dark. Heima. J out.”

“When was this posted?” James hand clenched by his side, something wasn’t right. Heima referred to their home they were planning on building in Milford Sound, the remotest area of New Zealand.

“Sixteen days ago”

“J already went dark.”

“Question” Mallory couldn’t hold his tongue anymore, “If she was able to escape why didn’t she come back in? Why wait to get an extraction? Why wait to hear back? And why was J’s identity the only one that was leaked?”

Bond turned to look at Mallory, “Are you questioning J’s loyalty?”

“It does raise some concerns” Q offered reluctantly.

“I know J!”

“It bears some consideration, 007” Bond didn’t need to hear this anymore, he grabbed the equipment Q had laid out for his next mission; ignoring Q’s comment.

“Where do you think you’re going, 007?” Mallory was about to stop him but thought better of it.

“Heima” was all James said as he walked out.

Mallory looked at Q waiting for an answer, he simply shrugged, adjusting his glasses, “Did you expect anything less? I mean …” Q motioned with his hand to the door Bond exited, “Really?”

Mallory smirked, running his hand down his face, “Let me know when he finds J.”

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Be Sweet | James Bond x gn!reader

anonymous asked: "Comfortable?" Could you please do a fic where James Bond is being cheeky with the reader when they are on a mission. I read all of your James Bond fics!

summary: Bond can be an asshole sometimes with all his teasing.

tws: swearing

The streets of Bastogne were quiet, now that the hours had dwindled and were getting closer to morning; street lamps were dimly lit and looked like champagne stars that glittered beneath the security of the hotel room.

The sky was black, an almost charcoal colour thanks to the silver speckles hidden behind thick clouds; it seemed like everything had given up for the night, and everything had embrace the sweet caress of sleep at last. But in that hotel room, the bedside table lamp was on, and was encasing the room with a sweet golden colour; buried amongst the soft silver blankets, you were hardly awake as you glared at your partner.

Bond wasn't wearing a shirt, his thick black chest and stomach hair on show, and where he was hunched over, it was easy to see the rolls of flesh on his stomach that were absolutely gorgeous; his usually slicked back black hair was a mess, and he was furiously scribbling away in a notepad.

He never stopped working, even when you had been told in the mission brief that you would need plenty of rest, he didn't stop; you were tempted to distract him and try to get him to sleep, but his devilish good looks pulled you in too much, and you bit your tongue on the matter.

But it didn't take him long to notice the burning glare, and he smiled as he looked at you, running a hand through that messy black hair that was oh so tuggable. Bond could be a teasing, cheeky prick at the best of times, and although you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing, it always got to you; at your lowest and on your worst days, you often thought of the times when he had teased you, and it never failed to make you smile.

He cleared his throat, and sat back in his chair, exposing that soft and easily grabbed stomach, and that nice black hair that coated him so well.

"Comfortable?" Bond asked, tilting his head to the side so that the lamp hit his eyes. The sweet blue becoming speckles and kissed by the sweetest of gold.

You wanted to roll your eyes, but instead you huffed, and grumbled as you fought the urge to go over and sit on his lap; it was a natural instinct at this point, you had done it so many times that you nearly couldn't stop yourself from doing it whenever he was sat like that. Legs spread and an arm hanging over the back of the chair, your breath got caught in your throat for a split second.

"It's cold," you mumbled. "And your incessant scribbling is getting on my wick."

"Well, forgive me," Bond hummed. "But some of us do have a job, you know."

You rolled your eyes, mostly to avoid that precious smirk that had settled on his features for fear that you would completely lose your composure and leave the nice and comfortable hotel bed in favour of sitting on his lap to distract him. "Some of us need to sleep, James."

"You could always come here and convince me to take a break," he purred.

You had to resist his charms, you knew that much, but... but the way that he was looking at you, and the soft purr in his voice, paired with the fact that his soft body was on show and he was gesturing for you to go to him - it was all too much. You couldn't stop yourself from tugging the blanket around your shoulders and going over to him, plopping yourself down on his lap and wrapping the blanket around his shoulders as he held onto your middle so carefully. He smiled, knowing and cunning.

"So, convince me."

You scoffed, shaking your head as you ran your hands down his chest, shivering at how the fine black hairs prickled and tickled your skin, trying not to laugh softly at the sensation. But oh, you were so sweet on him that you simply couldn't resist, melting against him when he started to pepper your neck and jaw in soft and honeyed kisses; he knew just the right spots to turn you into putty in his hands.

Maybe staying up so late wouldn't be so bad after all.

Maybe you could afford to lose a little bit of sleep.

"Come to bed with me," you murmured. "Please."

"We're supposed to be working," he pointed out, grabbing the back of your neck and revelling in how you so eagerly leaned into him and whispered for just one kiss. "Or did you forget?"

"James," you grumbled, not quite low enough to be threatening, not quite soft enough to show just exactly how sweet on him you were.

"Yes?" Bond hummed, gently tracing your jaw. "That's my name, don't wear it out."

You scoffed, shaking your head as you did your best not to roll your eyes and shut him up by kissing him harshly; you just wanted to go to bed, you just wanted to get some rest like they had told you in the mission brief - but Bond, as always, had other ideas and plans when it came to things like that.

"Come to bed," you pleased quietly. "Please."

"You'll have to do better than that, agent," he chuckled, and the closeness between your body and his ensured that the vibrations hit your skin and forced out a breath from the back of your throat.

"I swear, if you don't come to bed and get some sleep, I'm gonna throw you out the window," you grumbled. "How's that?"

"Far from good enough," he ran a hand up your back, feather light touches just to draw out little shivers and soft breaths. "Try again."

"If you come to bed right now," you started, "then I'll make it more than worth your while."

He hummed, but the desperate look in your eyes drew out the sweet spot that he had for you, and he nodded as he smiled. "That's more like it."

#mlem writes #james bond x reader #james bond imagine #james bond fanfiction #james bond #james bond x y/n #james bond x you #pierce brosnan

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

Warnings: mention and use of a wolf whistle, Bond drinks, mention of sexual content

AN: 1923 out there getting me rilled up over older Timothy dalton so we’re writing for young Timothy dalton as bond. 🤷🏻

James put his martini glass down on the end table as I walked into the room. His eyes followed me as I put away the books that had been scattered around the house. Smiling over my shoulder at him, I blushed under his gaze. “Are you sure that you don’t want any help?” James traced the rim of his glass as he watched me. I shook my head.

“I’m alright James.” I ran my hand across his shoulders as I walked behind the couch. He hummed and turned his head, just missing my hand as I smiled at his attempt to kiss it. “I could use your help later though.” I winked at him as I left the room again. I could hear James chuckle to himself as I continued sorting and shelving the books. Putting away the final book, I sighed and left the room to rejoin James.

“Took you long enough.” James teased. I rolled my eyes and wolf whistled at him. James laughed, moving his hand up to his collar and tugging on it. Holding his hand out, he grabbed my wrist when I walked over to him. Tugging gently, james pulled me into his lap. “That’s my sound.” He chuckled. I leaned down and kissed him.

“It is your sound.” I murmured against his lips. James ran his hands down my back. “You’ve used that sound against me any number of times.” I dipped my head to kiss at the exposed flesh of his chest. “And that means that I get to use it against you whenever I want James.” I kissed over his heart and felt his breath hitch. “And when you look as sensuous as this, well…” I kissed him on the lips again. “I can’t help myself.” James chuckled as he kissed me more forcefully. He groped my butt, fingers digging into the flesh as he tried to take control of the situation.

“Seems like I’ll have to get used to it then.” He groaned as I ground against him. “Maybe you should do it more often.” Running my fingers through his hair, I hummed happily.

“I guess I should.” James playfully nipped at my lips before wrapping his arms around me. I laid against his chest, running my fingers along the exposed skin there.

“I could get used to this.” James sighed. I looked up at him.

“Where are they sending you next?” I asked softly.

“Colombia I think.” He responded, a distant look in his eye. “Next week. According to Moneypenny anyway. Could be soon.” Sitting up again, I cupped his cheeks. James reached up and held my wrists tightly. Leaning down, I kissed him slowly.

“Then we’ll just have to make the most of the time we have until she calls.” I pulled away slightly. “Won’t we?” James bit my bottom lip before standing up with me in his arms. Growling playfully, he walked to our bedroom with purpose.

#James bond #james Bond x reader #james bond fanfic #james bond fanfiction #James bond imagine #timothy dalton #timothy dalton x reader #Timothy dalton fanfic #Timothy dalton fanfiction #Timothy dalton imagine

[feyre-darling92]

Hello there! May I please have fluffy prompt #5 with James Bond, please? I'm sick with a cold and would love something sweet and wholesome to read.

Thank you!! 🥰🥰

Hii! I hope you're alright and sorry this took me a couple of days. Hope you like it!

"Alright, off to bed" James ordered you when he entered the room and saw you sitting in front of your laptop.

"I am finee" you said for the fifth thime that day, "Also, I need to finish this today" you turned back to the screen in front of you and continue reading the old articles when suddenly a hand pushed the screen shut.

"Are you serious?" you exclaimed annoyed and he crossed his arms against his chest.

"Last warning. Go to bed" he repeated but you didn't made any move. "Now" he added.

"I said I am fine"

"Alright" he sighed and you thought you had won this time but before you could enjoy your victory two arms lifted you.

"James!" you yelled surprised, "Put me down" you laughed.

"Nope" you could hear his smile though you didn't see his face.

"You're insufferable"

"Love you too"

He gently lay you on the bed and wrapped a blanket around you. "Promise you'll rest"

"Only if you stay"

"I will" he raised his hands in defeat and lay next to you.

Placing your head on his chest so you could hear his heartbeat and wrapping his hands around his torso you muttered a "thank you"

"Anything for you, darling" he kissed the crown of your head and you stayed like that for about an hour.

You were sitting in silence when you heard him, "Darling, will you let me go?"

"No"

"And why is that?"

"Because you're my new favourite pillow" you smiled hugging him more tightly.

"Then I guess I don't have a choice"

Laughing at his comment you replied, "No you don't"

#james bond imagine #james bond fanfiction #james bond x you #james bond x reader #feyre darling92 #feyre-darling92 #ask response

[thestalwartheart]

pleasant fountains

Rating: Explicit Relationships: James Bond/Q, James Bond/Felix Leiter, James Bond/Other(s) Characters: James Bond, Q Tags: Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Character Study, brief underage scene Summary

He tries to suck his own first. He’s fifteen, curious, and a colossal idiot. --- James provides, with pleasure. (A character study through fellatio).

Standalone companion piece to country matters.

#00q #james bond #00q fic #james bond fanfiction #you asked for it so you got it!

[nanagoswife]

Hi! I really like your James Bond x reader fics. I want to make a req if it is possible. It's about James Bond who felt guilty for leaving you (mission) after knowing you were pregnant. Thank you!

Of course! Sorry it took me so long to get to this! (And that it’s quite short😅)

Until it hits 800 celebration

Warnings: pregnant reader, guilt, but pretty much fluff

- - -

He couldn’t sleep. Not when he knew what he was missing out on despite how early on it was. However, you had only been able to tell James that you were pregnant in the few scant moments you had together before he had to leave. Again.

The two of you never got to celebrate. You insisted it was fine, that his job was, “the most important. It makes the world better for our future family,” as you so graciously put it.

Still, he couldn’t let the guilt that you were still home without him. Were you trying your best to celebrate on your own? Were you feeling alright? How far along are you? He knows it can’t be long but he still wants to know. You’re the mother of his child now and he should be with you, hugging you tight as you lay together in your shared bed.

He shouldn’t be here, half way across the world instead. The guilt gets so bad that he can’t take it anymore. He at least needs to hear your voice. Most of all, if this was the way he could celebrate with you, then he’ll take it.

“James?” your sweet voice flows through the phone and it instantly makes Bond relax for the first time that evening. “What is it?”

“Just wanted to hear your voice,” he says, relaxing into the pillows.

You chuckle on the other end of the phone, picking up his hidden message. “James, I told you. It’s fine. We still have eight months before this one comes along.”

Sometimes he forgets how well you know him. So, when you guess the actual reason he’s calling, a proud smile spreads across his lips.

“Now,” you start again, breaking him from his silence, “get some rest. You’ll need it.”

“Will you talk to me until I fall asleep?” It’s supposed to be a tease. However, as he says it, he can’t help how genuine he is in asking the question. Still, he knows that, as you let out a soft chuckle, you know exactly what he means. It helps the dwindling feelings of guilt disappear as he listens to you.

“Okay. Let’s make a list of names.”

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@imabeautifulbutterfly @thereluctantherosrose @where-fantasy-meets-reality @vesqermartini @trishxtrix @hollandfangirl @yeehaw-my-guys @obiwannie @rentskenobi @purelyfiction @binanas @gabiszew @dvnnyoceans @catherinemcc1 @strange-old-worlds

#james bond #daniel craig #james bond x reader #james bond x y/n #james bond x you #james bond fic #james bond fanfiction #James bond drabble #james bond imagine

[crewman-penelope]

From one botanist to another - Part 6

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06 Poisoned Garden

You woke up along, startling the moment your mind brought back the memory of the last night.

Patting yourself down, chest and limbs, you checked your body in a flare of panic. Seems all good, though.

There were no brushes, cuts, bond marks, so you assumed he had left you slept in peace.

Safe and sound?

Eventually you realized to be alone in his room.

It was clean but not coldly furnished, grey and blue with a hint of green, shown by small bonsai trees.

Holding the soft silken sheets around your body you wandered around, until you found the entry to the bathroom.

On a chair there laid your clothes, as it looked brushed out, prepared to be used again.

You didn't take much time, but made a cat wash at the huge basin, before dressing up again.

You were still confused - and hungry. Eager to find your host, you walked out of Morningstar's room, chin up, as if you would belong here.

While waking down the corridor you reminded yourself of the fuzzy scenery your brain still had.

Lucifer. What a unusual name..

The bright daylight leaded you to an open entrance you remember. The garden.

Of course

Between the blooming flowers you had not really enjoyed the night before, Morningstar's lean, blue dressed figure walked along, the master of his garden. Looking left and right, checking the bloom, sometimes pointing at a plant, while gardener keenly rushed to their places.

Sunbeam soften Morningstar's bitter visage, giving the whole scenery a dreamy illusion.

Eventually his eyes catched you and he straighten his composure.

“Lupine.” His voice this morning soft and warm as wild honey.

“Mor- Lucifer.”, you answered. Walking closer to stopped at the entrance of the garden. A encouraging nod of him let you go forward.

Bashfully, you stepped closer to confess: “I would like to stay with Lupine - even that I believe you know my real name. I do believe you know a lot of me?”

Morningstar smiled. “I do. I'm fond of your name, so I see no problem with that. You may call me further Morningstar, if you like that better.”

Your finger tangled selfacting into the fabric of his wide sleaves. A anchor to hold on, while looking around.

“It is more beautiful in the morning.”, you stuttered out, unsure how to keep on conversation with your kitnapper.

“Thank you. It is my pride and joy. May I lead you though it? If you feel like it?”

“Yes. Please.”

You longed for an subject you could understand, especially by this still lightly thread.

Morningstar rested a gloved hand on yours. "Hold on then.”

He walked a moment, then stopped to point out a plant.

“Daphne mezereum”

You nodded and automatically started to lecture.

“Ingestion of plant parts leads within a few hours to severe irritation and a burning sensation in the mouth, with swelling of the lips and face, increased salivation, hoarseness and difficulty in swallowing. These symptoms are soon followed by severe abdominal pain, headache, numbness, nausea and bloody diarrhoea...”

You stopped yourself as you realized what you were doing. With burning face you apologized.

Morningstar chuckled. “One cannot resist, right? It is good to hear you know your subject. But I thought not different.”

He pointed to another plant.

“Digitalis. My favourite. The entire plant is toxic. Mortality is rare, except it is forced. I.. In the past I did use this plant to my favour.”

A cold rush caused through your body. He spoke so simple of... murder? Did he really?”

“Brugmansia”, you went on by the next plant. “The most toxic of ornamental plants, containing tropane alkaloids of the type also responsible for the toxicity and deliriant effects of both jimsonweed and the infamous deadly nightshade.

Eating them can include paralysis of smooth muscles, confusion, tachycardia, dry mouth, constipation, tremors, migraine headaches, poor coordination, delusions, visual and auditory hallucinations, mydriasis, rapid onset cycloplegia, and death...”

Morningstar nodded solemn, but rocking on his heel in pressed down excitement. It seemed the dark cherishing of his poisoned garden satisfied him.

Eventually you both paused by a beautifully pink-reddish flower I full bloom, the scent sweet with a hint of bitterness.

“Pieris japonica”, you whispered.

“Most victims of this gorgeous plant are children and pets. Uncomfortable for grown-up, as long their are healthy. The bloom looks so innocent though.”

The moment you spoke up again, your stomach grumbled up. Quickly you placed your free hand on it.

Morningstar showed a shocked impression.

“You must forgive me. I wasn't aware - well, I wasn't thinking.”

He turned to you and reached out. Lifting your chin with his finger he went on: “You must think me a horrible host. Let us go in for a proper breakfast.”

Taglist: @lokis-tardis-companion19 @infinitegalahad @koshi-sama @daughterofthesilmaril @cynic-spirit @ladyl0wkey @elliotmalek @ellen-the-wise @villainworshiper

#safin sunday #lyutsifer safin #rami malek #lyutsifer safin x you #lyutsifer safin x reader #Safin #lyutsifer safin fanfiction #james bond fandom #james bond fanfiction #Lyutsifer Safin imagination #From one botanist to another #From one botanist to another 6

[trash-gobby]

hi <3

I love your headcanons SO MUCH AHHHH. I was wondering if you could do more hcs with Dario from James Bond (my beloved.) like dario with a gf thats as crazy as him. tysmmm <333

Dario W/ Sadistic S/O Headcanons

Summary: As requested, some Dario X SadisticFem!Reader action :D

A/N: These are more on the shorter side, but I hope you still enjoy.

Pairing(s): Dario X Fem!Reader

Characters: Dario, Reader, Franz Sanchez

Link: James Bond Franchise

⚠️ Warnings!: Mild violence, mild sexual content mentioned, masochism, toxic relationships

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✨Dario with someone who has just as much is a mean masochistic streak as him, is a match made in heaven... or maybe hell is more apt. You guys are like two yandere's in love.

✨Knowing he has someone who will kill with him or for him is a massive turn on. Especially if you will torture anyone who messes with him.

✨He finds it really hot that you will partake in torture sessions with him. Interrogations can sometimes even take an almost foreplay-like interaction between the two of you

✨Dario loves that you get just as jealous as he does when someone else tries to flirt with you or steal you from him. You will make sure they suffer for even looking in Dario's direction.

✨When you two are together, you also get the job done. Sanchez loves that instead of you two distracting each other from doing jobs, you work even more effectively.

✨Things definitely get a lot more spicy between the two of you in your intimate life (wink-wonk). Dario doesn't feel like he needs to hold back as much as he does with someone who doesn't share his affinity for pain.

✨He likes when you two fight for dominance in the relationship, both of you love control. He will occasionally let you lead, but will mostly just fight you about it.

#dario x reader #dario #dario license to kill #license to kill dario #license to kill #james bond #james bond fanfiction #james bond dario #dario james bond #fem reader #trash gobby requests

[mindfogger]

mind's 2022 reading round up recs... pt. 1

featuring bad coping skills and over 1000 hours of reading

January: 1,979,541 words read, 132 hours

Most Memorable Read: 

With A Conquering Air by Inexplicfics

Featuring Geralt/Jaskier.

Slow burn romance with a political twist. The whole series is a treat!

Honorable Mentions: 

Pizza And A Movie (Suits, Harvey/Mike, Different First Meeting AU) by Closer

Boiling Point (MCYT, Dark SBI, Sickfic) by SilverWing15

February: 997,938 words read, 67 hours

Most Memorable Fic:

Butterfly Reign by SilentTeyz

Featuring SBI & DSMP Character

Dark and unhealthy family dynamics with a royal flavor. Literally had me up till 4 a.m. crying.

Honorable Mentions:

history has its eyes on you (Naruto, Gen, Reincarnation & Whump) by tasalmalin

you wait and you wonder who’ll take on your odds (Queen’s Gambit, Beth/Benny, Marriage of Convenience AU) by paperclipbitch

March: 1,485,471 words read, 99 hours

Most Memorable Read: 

how fast the evening passes by meridies

Featuring SBI and college dropout Tommy

This just holds a special place in my heart. The family dynamics hit really well and I felt like it was portrayed really realistically and lowkey relatable for me.

Honorable Mentions:

By Wire Wood And Stake (Emerald Duo, Fantasy & Hurt/Comfort) by SilverWing15

from ice to water series [blanket me in snow specifically] (MCYT, Gen, Figure Skating/Olympics AU) by Drhair76 and Plantform

April: 1,770,795 words read, 118 hours

Most Memorable Read:

I’m A Healer, But… by yellowleader

Featuring Dark SBI and baby badass Tommy

I think I’ve read this about 3 or 4 more times since I first read it back in April. The way that Tommy and SBI interact in this and the fact that they have actual animosity and fights between them makes it really good. The twist also hits so good on re-reads.

Honorable Mentions:

By Your Ancient Names (Featuring God!Technoblade and Religious Themes) by Charnel

sleep deprived (SBI, Zombie Apocalypse AU) by micah_is_haunting

May: 1,250,854 words read, 83 hours

Most Memorable Read:

devoted by loosingletters

Star Wars Canon AU with Obikin featuring Religious Themes

I really loved the world building and the angst in this… It all worked together so well. Warning for temp. character death though

Honorable Mentions:

come to the jedi temple in the next ten minutes if you want an asskicking (Star War, Obikin, Canon Divergence) by destiny919

Complication With Optimistic Outcome (The Social Network, Eduardo/Mark, Time Travel) by yagyuzue

June: 1,283,408 words read, 86 hours

Most Memorable Read:

A Hell of His Making by obsidienne

Star Trek, Post-Canon AOS Kirk/Spock

I love all Vulcan culture focused fic and Spock's angst and Jim's insistence is so good in this. I also like the smart!Jim hints in this, it's so good.

Honorable Mentions:

The Bootstrap Paradox(Tenet, Neil/The Protagonist, post-canon... technically) by Vulcanodon

Sigh No More (Skyfall, James Bond/Q, Hurt/Comfort) by dhampir72

#mindspeaks #fic recs #star wars fanfiction #james bond fanfiction #mcyt fanfiction #the social network fanfiction #naruto fanfiction #the witcher fanfiction #suits fanfiction #if any authors want to be tagged or removed just send me a msg!! #2023

[strawwritesfic]

Asexual!Q x Female!Reader: Logical Fallacy [Ch. 18]

Summary: Q’s got one hundred and two problems. His girlfriend is, technically speaking, every single one.

Challenge:  “102 Things A Guy Should Know About Girls” challenge by Miss Chocobo on Lunaescence Archives.

Ratings/Warnings/Tags: T (foul language; sexual references; asexual!Q; sexual!reader; a running gag about sexual harassment; double standard: sexual harassment, female on male; sexual harassment played for comedy; James Bond & Reader friendship; civilian!reader; artist!reader; complicated family relationships; reader has a really big family; miscommunications; MI6 would not behave this way in reality; set post-Skyfall; joking references made to Bond/Q)

Pairings: Q/Female!Reader; James Bond/Eve Moneypenny

Tag List: @imaginesfire; @rory-cakes​

Master List

Rule #18: Don’t say you understand when you don’t. That’s bad.

It didn’t take long to get Bond pulled in. Two days. That was all Q was given to handle the situation on his own. When his time was up, Bond went off. Without his (completely unregulated) bodyguard work, you were left to be dumped at MI6.

This was stressful for all parties involved. No one really wanted an unqualified citizen wandering around the place, but where else could you go? Leaving you to wander the city alone or even just stay at your flat would leave you open to attack, kidnapping, torture.

No one seemed to believe Q when he said he hadn’t told you anything.

He knew that it couldn’t be easy for you either. Not that he'd been able to see much of you. You’d been allowed to send only a brief message to Victoria to let her know you were okay. Other than that? No outside contact. And since there wasn’t anyone to be spared to look after you, you got shoved alone into one of the medical rooms in the cellar.

When Q went to visit you on that third night, he found you sitting eerily calm on the military-style cot there. Eerily, he thought, because your hands were covered in charcoal stains and you didn’t seem to be moving at all.

You looked up as he closed the door behind him, though. He ran a hand self-consciously through his hair. It felt greasy; he was badly in need of a shower. At least you had that luxury available. It would be another sleepless night for Q. No one got to sleep, not at a time like this.

The shadows underneath your eyes told him you hadn’t been sleeping anyway.

“Hey,” you told Q through trembling lips. 

To his knowledge, you hadn’t cried, not once through this entire ordeal. But he’d known you long enough that he could tell when it was close. He tried to smile reassuringly as he sat down next to you, but in his current state of disrepair and guilt, he couldn’t manage even that.

“Hello,” he replied.

“How are things topside?”

“They’re…coming along.”

Silence fell, and in it Q could hear the mosquito-like buzzing of the overhead lights. His exhausted mind buzzed along with it, though at the same time he was hyperaware of the fact that you were sitting right next to him, and that the last time he’d seen you had been nearly forty-eight hours ago.

“What have you been drawing?” 

He reached unthinkingly for your sketchpad, but you snatched it away and shoved it behind your back. 

Q’s eyebrows furrowed. "What’s the matter?”

Your eyes slid away from his and fixed on your bare feet hanging several inches above the tiled floor. “It’s not pretty.”

“Ah.”

Quiet again. He felt his blood rushing through his veins, carrying half-formed thoughts that didn’t help anything. He should say something. This was his fault. But–

“Alton,” you whispered. “I want to go home.”

A rough swallow cleared his throat enough for more words. “I know,” he said in what he hoped was a soothing tone. “We’ll get to go soon. Mr. Bond is an expert in these sorts of situations.”

When you turned back to look at Q, he felt a rush of fear. Your darkened eyes didn’t seem to be looking at him, and your voice cracked at just the wrong place. “I’m scared, Alton.”

Without warning, you pressed yourself against him and began to sob into Q’s shoulder. He didn’t know what to do. You never cried like this. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

But he couldn’t let you go home. He couldn’t let you out. The best he could do was take the short rest period given to him to hug you right back and whisper, “I understand. I know.”

#straw writes #fan fic #reader insert #challenge fic #james bond #skyfall #q #james bond x reader #james bond x you #james bond x y/n #skyfall x reader #skyfall x you #skyfall x y/n #q x reader #q x you #q x y/n #james bond reader insert #james bond fanfiction #skyfall reader insertl #skyfall fanfiction #i was gonna post these two things alternatingly #but i didn't feel like or have the opportunity this week to rewrite the second chapter #sorry

[craig-watson-source]

Emma Watson as Hermione Granger and Daniel Craig as James Bond{BOND LAST MISSION} chapter 001: all over again 

Since our worlds have revealed themselves - until now being tightly locked up. We are doomed to each other - your magic is your weapon, mine is the gun. we are not alone - we have our friends, and we need to keep our enemies even closer and find what we have lost. Everything has changed. 

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[mlmxreader]

Just That Close | James Bond x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: "Been a while since you slept so well" bond/m!reader

summary: Bond doesn’t often let people get close, he doesn’t often actually let them in, but you just might be the exception.

tws: n/a

The light in the bedroom was dim, just shy of getting dark as the television played quietly, the quietness of evening approaching slowly as you snuggled down against the soft pillows; wrapped up in two blankets and a duvet, you could feel Bond sleeping soundly beside you, cuddled into your side as he clung onto you so desperately. He didn’t often allow people to get so close to allow them into his house, maybe with the exception of M and Q, but nobody else; he allowed you, though, after years of building up a tightly knit bond, he had only just started to allow you to get close.

You supposed that it did help that you had been in the SAS for years before even meeting him, and he knew that through your work with E Squadron, you could definitely be trusted; so he didn’t mind falling asleep beside you, he didn’t mind not having his gun under his pillow. It was across the room now, tucked away in the holster that was hung up on the edge of the cupboard.

Slowly, he started to stir when he felt you shift around a bit to get more comfortable, a soft grumble coming from the back of his throat as he pressed himself further into you and sighed heavily, his voice thick with sleep. “What time is it?”

“Five past five,” you replied quietly, “you can go back to sleep if you want, Jimmy, I’ll still be here.”

Bond shook his head, daring to sit upright as he yawned and stretched, the hair on his chest starting to go a little grey here and there, just as his black hair was starting to become streaked and speckled with fine grey hairs, too. He looked amazing, his hair messy and scruffy; he looked so much different to how he usually did. No suit, no neatly styled and combed hair, far from prim and proper, far from a gentleman. He even forgot to shave, and had started to get quite thick scruff along his jaw, which you traced so gently with your fingertip when he looked at you so fondly. 

“Been a while since you slept so well, hasn’t it?”

Bond nodded, gently kissing your shoulder as he grumbled. “More than a while…”

You couldn’t help but to smile, moving to straddle his waist so that you could gently rake your hand through his hair, humming softly to yourself before you let your hand drift down to his chest, able to feel his breath hitch when you gently and deftly traced an old scar, but he made no move to stop you until you dared to look at him; with a small smile, Bond dared to steal a lazy kiss. It was a little sloppy, a little slow and a little soft, and you couldn’t help but to smile at how his scruff tickled your skin so wonderfully. You were head over heels for him, and he knew it, he knew it all too well; you broke the kiss, rubbing the tip of your nose against his just to see him smile. 

“Well, Mister Bond, it looks like I have you wrapped around my finger,” you teased, keeping your hands on his chest, able to feel the hairs tickle your palms as you tried not to laugh at the sensation.

“It appears you do, Mister (y/l/n),” he hummed, laying his hand at the back of your neck and humming softly. “What do you plan to do with me now I’m at your mercy?”

You pretended to think about it for a moment, tapping your chin with your finger as you dared to purse your lips, furrowing your brows like you were deep in thought. “Y’know, I’m not quite sure.”

“I’m sure you can think of something,” he mused. “You are a rather clever man, after all.”

“I’m sure I can think of something,” you agreed, licking your lips as your gaze dropped to his mouth for a moment. “But I suppose thinking can wait, don’t you?”

Moving so that he could pin you beneath him, his arms digging into the mattress either side of your head as he pressed his body against yours, Bond gently kissed along your jaw as he smiled, able to tell that his scruff was tickling you. “I suppose it can, Lieutenant - that is, if you don’t want me to see if I can give you a few ideas.”

“I would adore that,” you admitted, raking your hand through his hair and gently tugging it. “You always have the best ideas… you’re probably cleverer than me.”

“Only probably?” He asked, trailing his kisses down to your shoulder. 

“That’s the best you’re getting,” you told him with a laugh. “You might be intelligent, James, but I still kicked your backside at cards.”

“That you did,” he admitted with a nod. “But that was only beginner’s luck.”

“After seven rounds?” You asked, keeping a slightly teasing tone in your voice as you chuckled softly. “Or was it eight?”

Gently biting down on your shoulder, Bond grumbled against your skin. “Don’t rub it in.”

“Promise me something,” you said seriously, the three words causing Bond to pull back so that he could look into your eyes. “Don’t die before I do.”

Bond smiled, shaking his head as he dared to steal a quick kiss. “Of course not. If I did, who else would make sure you don’t go running head first into danger?”

“I…” you swallowed thickly, taking a deep breath as you prepared to actually say the words at last. “James, I think I love you.”

Bond froze, staring at you blankly for a moment, wondering if he should really let you get just that close; he trusted you, without a doubt he would put his life and the entire country in his hands without even hesitating, and he did care for you deeply. But he knew what often happened when he allowed people to get too close, and he wasn’t sure if he could stomach it happening to you, as well.

“You don’t have to say it back,” you told him, shaking your head. “I just wanted to tell you.”

if you liked this fic, REBLOG IT - you SHOULD reblog it; if you don’t wanna reblog, then you’ll get blocked; reblogging is the BARE MINIMUM.

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[stormofsharpthings]

A Midsummer Night's Mission

The long awaited next installment of the MI6 for the Holidays series!

Thank you @celandinebergerac for supporting the @inceptionauction and for waiting too long for me to finish this!

Summary: Q and the rest of MI6 gang are delighted that Eve and Herne are marking their relationship with a formal ceremony! But what sounded like a simple handfasting in the woods on Midsummer's Eve is turning out to be somewhat more...chaotic. And Q is especially affected by the machinations of the fae king and queen, possibly forever!

Rating: Teen and up

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[feyre-darling92]

Request: Can you write a James Bond one with  12 in the sassy and 10 in the angst

@bisexualdisaster531

A/N: This was soo fun to write. Hope you like it!

You hated Bond. For his arrogance, his personality, even that he always got away with what he did.

He didn’t seem to like you too.

You were perfectly fine with that. You didn’t talk, didn’t look at each other, and the best part? You never worked together.

Unfortunately for both of you, this was about to change.

M had called you to his office. 

By the time you saw Bond waiting inside you knew that this wasn’t going to end well. And you were right.

Your mission was relatively easy, although if you knew one thing for sure, that was that this job was never easy.

Everything was fine. The target was located and you had surrounded him.

How you got caught you didn’t know.

What you knew was that now you were both tied in a dark room, guns taken away and no plan to escape.

“You know-” Bond said but you interrupted him. “Really? Can’t you just shut up?”

“I was about to say something, I’m sorry” he said annoyed and you sighed.

“Go on”

“I turned out liking you more than I originally planned” he said starring you with these blue eyes you could get lost in.

You liked him. You really did. And what pissed you off was that you had sworn to hate him. And now you had to admit it? Hell no!

“You don’t look very pleased with this statement” he raised his eyebrows.

“You know what? It sucks! Because I want to hate you but I can’t! Dammit, I can’t! Because you’re so-so-”

“Amazing? Charming? Great person?” he grinned.

“Yeah, you can say that” you blushed.

“Well, in this case” he said and leaned in to kiss you.

And you didn’t resist.

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[thestalwartheart]

Rec List: NTTD Fix-It Fics

Hello friends!

There's an ever growing number of NTTD Fix-Its in the fandom (quite rightly), and @ato-the-bean suggested putting together a rec list for them. For easy maintenance, I put together a spreadsheet. You can find it below.

Feel free to add fics to the list if you’ve written one or read one you loved!

Enjoy 💖

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[nanagoswife]

Oh! You write for James Bond?! I am just getting into the fandom, so how about something where the reader is a new recruit for MI6. Not an agent, but maybe someone who works behind the scenes? And a certain 007 attempts to win her over.

It can be a drabble or headcannons, whatever is easier for you to write.

Thank you! ♥️♥️

Sorry for taking so long to get to this! And like we discussed, I’m changing this to a gender neutral reader!

Warnings: suggestive themes, sass, unedited

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It’s been about two months since you joined MI6. The job was something of a dream for you despite the themes you deal with. Everything from the espionage, the threats, the dealings of agents, all the way to the one thing you shouldn’t be used to. A specific agent making themselves comfortable on the corner of your desk.

“Are you ever not working?” he asks in a lightly teasing tone.

A sigh passes your lips, eyes staying glued to the file in front of you. “Do you ever come here to talk instead of flirt, Mr. Bond?” you retort.

“And why would I do that?”

You hum in mock contemplation. The file in your hands is still all that you look at. “Maybe because not everyone in this office is quick to fall for your so called ‘charm’. Don’t you have better things to do?”

“Not really. Plus, I love a challenge.”

His tone is filled with an unsaid challenge. A tone where, if you didn’t know his drill by now, would’ve had you divert your attention to him. However, you instead scoff, ready to deliver a retort.

“Is that all you see me as? Just a challenge? I didn’t know the great James Bond saw anything as a challenge. Nor did I think he’d look at another as more of an object rather than seeing what’s further down in a person.”

With that, knowing that the agent is wearing a rather smug grin, you stand with the file still in your hand. You shut it, grabbing a few things as he watches.

“As much as I love our little chats, I believe my assistance is needed elsewhere.” You pause, looking at Bond who looks exactly the way you thought, a smug smirk spreading his lips as he looks at you like some sort of prey he’s enjoying chasing down. “Goodbye, 007.”

You begin to walk away until a thought crosses your mind. It makes you pause, thinking over whether this is either stupid or something to throw him off balance, but you decide to say it anyways.

So, you turn and say, “For the record, if you want to win someone over, I suggest maybe asking them to dinner.”

Before you turn away, you see an amused glint in his eyes. Little did you know that, later that day, he’d take that advice seriously.

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