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※ℬ𝓊𝓃𝑔𝑜𝓊 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓎 𝒟𝑜𝑔𝓈

ɴsғᴡ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ[ᴊᴏᴜɴᴏ sᴀɪɢɪᴋᴜ x ᴅᴏᴍ ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇ ɪᴛ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ. ɴᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇss ᴍᴇ.[ғʏᴏᴅᴏʀ ᴅᴏsᴛᴏᴇᴠsᴋʏ x sᴜʙ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] sғᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ɴsғᴡ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴇᴛᴄʜᴏᴜ. ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ?[ᴅᴀᴢᴀɪ ᴏsᴀᴍᴜ x ᴅᴏᴍ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ɪ’ᴍ ᴀ ᴅɪsᴇᴀsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ʀɪᴅ ᴏғ.[ғʏᴏᴅᴏʀ ᴅᴏsᴛᴏᴇᴠsᴋʏ x ᴅᴏᴍ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ? ʟᴇᴛ’s ʀᴇsᴛᴀʀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ.[ғʏᴏᴅᴏʀ ᴅᴏsᴛᴏᴇᴠsᴋʏ x ᴅᴏᴍ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ʙᴇ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ. ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪs sᴛɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴀғᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟ.[ʙsᴅ x sᴜʙ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

sғᴡ ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ[ᴅᴀᴢᴀɪ ᴏsᴀᴍᴜ x ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] sᴜɢᴀʀ ʀᴜsʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴs[ʀᴀɴᴘᴏ ᴇᴅᴏɢᴀᴡᴀ x ʀɪᴄʜ ᴋɪᴛsᴜɴᴇ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ғɪʀsᴛ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀɴɢᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs[ᴀᴅᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ, ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ[ʀᴀɴᴘᴏ ᴇᴅᴏɢᴀᴡᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ’ᴠᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍʏ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ᴡɪɴ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ[ʀᴀɴᴘᴏ ᴇᴅᴏɢᴀᴡᴀ x ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴀʀʀɪɴɢ ʙᴇɢɪɴ![ʀᴀɴᴘᴏ ᴇᴅᴏɢᴀᴡᴀ x ʀɪᴄʜ ᴋɪᴛsᴜɴᴇ ᴍᴀʟᴇʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)ʏᴏsᴀɴᴏ ᴀᴋɪᴋᴏ)]

※𝒥𝑜𝒿𝑜'𝓈 ℬ𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒜𝒹𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒

ɴsғᴡ sᴀʏ ɪᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴀᴍᴏʀᴇ.[ɢɪᴏʀɴᴏ ɢɪᴏᴠᴀɴɴᴀ x ᴅᴏᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ.[ᴍɪsᴛᴀ ɢᴜɪᴅᴏ x ᴅᴏᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] sғᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏs[ᴀʙʙᴀᴄᴄʜɪᴏ ʟᴇᴏɴᴇ x ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ɪ'ʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ʀɪᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ[ᴛʀɪsʜ ᴜɴᴀ x ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ.[ɢɪᴏʀɴᴏ ɢɪᴏᴠᴀɴɴᴀ x ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ᴏᴠᴇʀɢʀᴏᴡɴ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ[ɢɪᴏʀɴᴏ ɢɪᴏᴠᴀɴɴᴀ x ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ʏɪᴘᴇᴇ[ᴛɪᴢɪᴀɴᴏ x ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x sǫᴜᴀʟᴏ]

※ℒ𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓂/𝒱𝒾𝓇𝒶𝓁 ℋ𝒾𝓉

※ℳ𝑜𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓎 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝒶𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓉

sғᴡ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏғ ᴜs ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ᴊᴀᴍᴇs [ᴍᴏʀɪᴀʀᴛʏ x ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ᴡɪᴘ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ sɪsᴛᴇʀ~ [ ᴍᴏʀ ɪᴀʀᴛʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ!] ᴡɪᴘ

※𝒪𝒷𝑒𝓎 𝓂𝑒! 𝒮𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓌𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓉𝑒?

im gonna read all oF THESE

Daniel Craig Character Masterlist

Dinner Discussions (Benoit Blanc x reader)

Peaceful Nights (Benoit Blanc x reader)

Forensics (Benoit Blanc x reader)

About Time (Benoit Blanc x reader)

Warm (Benoit Blanc x reader)*

Stabbed (Benoit Blanc x reader)

Home Made (Benoit Blanc x reader)

Nice (Benoit Blanc x reader)

Forest Dancing (Benoit Blanc x reader)

A-Z Fluff

A-Z NSFW

Swimming Questions (James Bond x reader)

Glass of Scotch (James Bond x reader)

Seven Months (James Bond x reader)

Never (James Bond x reader)

Trauma (James Bond x reader)

Masquerade Ball (James Bond x reader)

The Best In The Buisness (James Bond x reader)

Same Thing (James Bond x reader)

House (James Bond x reader)

Hidden Gems (James Bond x reader)

To Kill or Not to Kill (James Bond x reader)

Know You (Alex West x reader)

James Bond with S.H.I.E.L.D. agent S/O

(this isn't really set during any of the movies but I am using Judi's M in here and Daniel's James Bond, so I guess its before Skyfall)

- You met each other two ways. Either on a mission or MI-6 visiting the Triskelion and Helicarrier.

- When he first saw you, let's just say he was mildly surprised. You were deputy director along with Maria Hill. He made sure to leave an impression with you (no, not his fingerprint) so that the next time you see him, he might be able to get to know you better.

- From the first time he saw you, he knew that he won't be having any hookups with you, in fact, he was mildly intimidated by you. You reminded him of Q, always in front of a computer and giving orders to the interns and other agents.

- When he was going on a tour around the Helicarrier the next day, he was even more surprised when he saw you fighting in the training room.

"y/n really is something. They are one of the best agents we have around here." Fury said when he saw 007 and M looking at you.

- It was a bit difficult for him to invite you to a date somewhere since he didn't see you all too much, but when he did get a few minutes with you, he made sure to get your phone number.

- After Mi-6 left S.H.I.E.L.D., you didn't hear from him for a few weeks. But suddenly you got a text from him.

_____________________________________________________________

This is Bond. James Bond from a few weeks ago. I was wondering if you are going to be in England anytime soon. If so, would you like to meet up?

Hello Bond. I am going to be in Chelsea for a mission in about a week. I will be free on (random date).

_____________________________________________________________

- After going on a date with him a few times, even having them on facetime due to you being in America, he finally invited you to MI-6 to show you around.

- Q and Moneypenny had been hearing about you from James for a while (since he came back from America), and were very surprised that he actually had a relationship that he committed to instead of a bunch of one-night stands.

- Moneypenny was very glad that she had someone to gossip about James with. Q was a bit scared around you since you were a high authoritative figure in S.H.I.E.L.D., but nonetheless was very kind and showed you a bunch of memes he made of James.

- A few years after dating, he proposed to you. It was during a mission in Cuba where both of you were partnered even though you were from two different agencies (M and Fury knew that he was going to propose and did it on purpose.).

- You and James had a very small wedding with only a few friends of yours and his attended but were still immensely happy to be together.

- He was there for you and you were there for him, every step of the way.

☁︎𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨!☁︎

Hello everyone! I'm Blue and in this blog i will write stories,scenarios and head canons of characters from my favourites anime x (gn!/fm!)reader!

I would LOVE have request from you guys!

Bungo stray dogs:

ᴬʳᵐᵉᵈ ᵈᵉᵗᵉᶜᵗⁱᵛᵉ ᵃᵍᵉⁿᶜʸ

➼Osamu Dazai

➼Doppo Kunikida

➼Akiko Yosano

➼Edogawa Ranpo

➼Nakajima Atsushi

ᴾᵒʳᵗ ᵐᵃᶠⁱᵃ

➼Nakahara Chuuya

➼Akutagawa Ryūnosuke

➼Michizō Tachihara

➼Gin Akutagawa

➼Oda Sakunosuke

ᵀʰᵉ ᵍᵘⁱˡᵈ

➼Edgar Allan Poe

➼ Lucy Montgomery

➼ Mark Twain

ᴰᵉᶜᵃʸ ᵒᶠ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡˢ

➼Fyodor Dostoevskij

➼Nikolai Gogol'

➼Sigma

ʰᵘⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵒᵍˢ

➼Saigiku Jouno

➼Suehiro Tecchou

Moriarty the patriot:

ᴹᵒʳⁱᵃʳᵗʸ ˢⁱᵈᵉ

➻William James Moriarty

➻Albert James Moriarty

➻Louis James Moriarty

➻James Bond/Irene (please specify in which arc)

➻Sebastian Moran

➻Fred Porlok (only sfw)

ˢʰᵉʳˡᵒᶜᵏ ˢⁱᵈᵉ

➻Sherlock Holmes

➻John H. Watson

➻Mycroft Holmes

Vanitas no carte:

ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿˢ

➸Vanitas

➸Roland

➸Oliver

➸Jean-Jaques Chastel

ᵛᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ

➸Noè Archiviste

➸Jeanne

➸Dominique de Sade

➸Jean-Jaques

➸Chloe D'apchier

I probably forgot some characters- if so, just ask and I'll see what I can do!

✎I will write: sfw, nsfw, fluff, dark content and angst✎

!!The only thing i ask is that please be polite when you write me request! (kindness will be returned<3) !!

…..𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓼𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓽

I'll be posting a lot of these because the heart wants what it wants.

Hold Your Breath and Count to Ten

Summary: The success of this mission is vital. It's up to you and James Bond to see it through. Even if things are going wrong.

W/C: 8.4k😳

Warnings: cannon typical violence, implications and innuendos, blood, extensive injuries, character trapped underground, angst

A/N: Welcome to the longest oneshot I've ever written. This was originally supposed to be like... 3k tops. Guess you can say I got carried away. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

- - -

“This is a top priority mission,” Mallory says through your’s and Bond’s coms. “Your objective is to infiltrate the laboratory and capture the head scientist, Serafin Traczyk, and destroy the facility.”

As M finishes his initial briefing, you click the mag into your P226 and tuck it into the holster. You check your AR33 and the ammo as you glance over at Bond. He’s doing a similar routine to yours as Mallory continues on about the specifics of the mission.

There’s a certain air around this mission. Part of it is satisfaction for you. You’ve spent the better part of three months trying to track down Serafin Traczyk, a Polish scientist that has been creating a toxic gas that would go unnoticed on any detector in the world. He had been getting funding from an outside source that you were still trying to track down.

Now, you can finally take action against this. Even without knowing who was backing Traczyk, this would at least keep his work away from the wrong hands.

Although, as Bond’s eyes meet yours, there’s something else you can’t quite put your finger on. Well, there’s definitely excitement for what’s to happen after the mission but this is more somber. You have no idea what could be causing it but it’s there.

“Q will guide you through the rest,” M says as you and Bond finish your preparations. “Good luck to the both of you.”

“Thank you, sir,” you say before the com clicks off.

Bond turns towards where Q is set up. “Where are we entering from, Q?”

The man glances over for a moment before waving you and Bond over to his monitors. “There’s a weak spot in the structure here,” he zooms in on the area, “it’s the only blind spot from any cameras on the outside of the facility. Blowing out that wall will lead you into a position with plenty of cover and easy access to the rest of the building. There’s a mark on the wall that should be the perfect placement.”

You nod. “Any idea how many we’re up against?”

“Initial scans showed about fifty armed guards positioned all throughout the lab. I can’t speak for inside the lab itself as it’s locked down tight and blocks out all of our scanners.”

“Lovely,” you hear Bond mutter.

You chuckle and nudge his elbow with yours. “You scared?” you tease lightly.

He smirks almost smugly as he straightens his stance. To most it would be an intimidating pose that would strike fear into those who oppose him. For you, you had to hide the way it made you warm up. You couldn’t let the hitch in your breath be noticed when Q was just right there.

“Don’t worry, darling,” he starts in an equally teasing tone, “I’ll be minding your six. So I’ll have plenty of time to escape.”

The wink he sends along with that once again forces you to push back the reaction that it causes. There’s a mission to deal with in a few moments and here he is flirting with you. So, instead, you roll your eyes with a small shake of your head to put on a show for Q.

Well, it’s not an unusual thing. Even before you and Bond were ever… involved, the two of you always interacted like this. You’d tease and flirt and everyone was convinced, partially from your reactions to the other, that nothing was going on. Little did they know that there was, in fact, more going on. A lot more than they think.

“Right,” Q says, clapping his hands together as he stands, “now for the tech. It’s nothing too special for this one. Merely just the detonator for the wall and the explosives to position throughout the facility. At this point, the worry of cameras of any sort is completely irrelevant.”

Bond smirks at the man as you both follow. You know he wants to say some sort of remark but he refrains. Surprisingly.

“Q,” you start as you lean against the desk beside him and sounding like you have a genuine question, “you sure you wanna trust any of that to 007?”

You catch Bond’s eye, flashing him a cheeky smirk as Q is facing away. There’s a glint of amusement in his blue eyes but makes no sort of retort. All he does is give you that sly look before turning his attention over to Q. Silently, you were thankful that his back was facing you and Bond.

Man, you were in for it if you made it out of this mission unscathed.

-

“Come here,” Bond says as he grabs your wrist, pulling you to the side where no one can see you.

There’s not much warning before he’s pulling you into him, his hands resting on your hips as your hands land on his chest. His blue eyes never leave yours as they soften, his hands drifting up your back. There’s a tense little glint in his eyes and you know that this is different than it was just moments ago.

At this moment, he’s not 007. He’s not the Bond everyone knows him to be; the handsome secret agent who can charm his way into any woman’s heart. No, this is James. Your James. The James that was a true romantic no matter how much he denied it. The James that would spend every spare moment he could with you when you were both in London or on missions together. The James that had asked you to join him on a trip to the Bahamas after this mission was over.

As your eyes settled on his, you knew that the task at hand was now being met with seriousness. Well, not saying the two of you weren’t taking it seriously before, but the teasing and joking was now out the window. The possibly fatal consequences are now being considered.

“Are you alright?” you ask softly, drawing small patterns on his chest.

He nods. “Are you?”

“We’ve been preparing for a while, James. It’ll be alright.”

He smirks a little as you move one hand to cup the side of his neck. His nose nuzzles yours as he pulls you as close as possible. It’s an unnamable comfort in a time such as this. Even with the fact that you both had tactical gear blocking your ability to get as close as you really want to be.

“Then I can have you all to myself,” he mutters before kissing you.

You lean into it, relishing the way his lips slot with yours. Though, you cut it short to tease, “You sure it isn’t the other way around?”

James chuckles, a devilish grin curling his lips. “You can have it whatever way you want.”

Your giggle is cut short as he kisses you again. This time, though, he deepens it, taking the single step forward and pressing you against the wall.

For a few moments longer, you indulge him. That is, until his hands begin to roam.

“James,” you mumble into the kiss, your tone mock disapproving.

He only hums as his lips trail from yours down to your jaw. You can’t help the laugh that escapes you.

“James. Not here. Not now.”

The groan he lets out along with how his shoulders sag makes you laugh even more.

Then, he brings his head up to meet your gaze. “I want this mission to be over already.”

-

You poked your head out from the bush just enough to get a look. Thankfully, no one was in sight. There were two cameras but, just as Q had said, they were pointing away from the area.

“Clear,” you whisper as you signal to move forward.

Bond was a few paces behind you as you creeped out from the brush. Each of your steps were strategically placed to ensure no noise was made as you found the mark on the wall that Q told you about. Hopefully he was right about being the perfect placement zone.

Holding up your fist, Bond turns and crouches, scanning the tree line as you set everything up.

“Think anyone’s on the other side of that wall?” Bond asks quietly.

You shrug. “Intel says that this is a storage room. If there is anyone in there, they shouldn’t be armed.”

Honestly, that fact didn’t matter much. It was more of a way to help distract a little from the bigger task at hand. Create one small area of positivity to calm yourself before it all goes down. A clearer head makes for a more successful mission.

“Got it yet?” Bond asks a little impatiently.

“Give me a moment,” you grunt a little as you fiddle with the device. “I never understand why Q-Branch has to make these things so bloody complicated.”

Bond huffs a laugh as you finally finish setting it up. “There. Clear the blast radius.”

Both of you move to either side of the explosive, the trigger held in your palm. You look to Bond who gives you a nod of confirmation.

“Knock knock,” you say just before pressing the trigger.

-

“Leaving all the fun to me?” you tease after taking down yet another pair of guards.

“Told you I’m watching your six,” Bond retorts with forced irritation. “They just all happen to be in front of you.”

You turn to him for a split second with a cheeky grin. “You must be jealous.”

He scoffs as you turn back to your objective. The sound of three shots coming from behind you.

Turning, you see a guard laying on the ground. Glancing at Bond, he gives you a certain look that says I told you so. You huff a laugh before you go back to pushing forward.

-

“M, we’ve planted the detonators through the building but there’s no sign of Dr. Traczyk.”

“You have to find him. Our man on the inside said he was there just moments before you breached the facility. Split up and find him. We can’t afford to lose him.”

“Yessir,” you mutter as you look at Bond. “You get all of these people out. I’ll go find the doctor.”

He takes a glance at the other scientists that are on the ground. They were all trembling with fear from the way you and 007 had taken out the guards. The lockdown alarm had already been set off before you arrived at the main lab.

You see as a glint of something flashes in his eyes. “They can make their way out on their own. I’m coming with you.”

You shake your head. “James, they’ll be captured again if you don’t help them,” you say firmly. “We came here to capture Dr. Traczyk and destroy this facility but these are innocent people who were forced into this.”

Bond is still reluctant to leave you. You know he wants to help you. In all honesty, you want him to come with you. However, in this circumstance, you know you’re right. He knows you’re right. Yet you know why he’s hesitant. If you were in his position, you would be as well.

“James,” you start, more softly this time as you take a step closer to him, “I’ll be fine. I think I know exactly where this man is and I need these people safe. They can help us in the end and we’ve taken out the majority of the guards.”

Bond takes the last step of distance between the two of you. His expression is hard and set as he says, “We can extract them after. I don’t want to-“

“No,” you cut him off. “This is my mission, Bond. I’ll be fine. Plus, I’ve dealt with worse than a mad scientist,” you say with a light chuckle, attempting to lighten the mood.

You see the battle he’s going through. It’s sweet that he’s so concerned about you but it’s your job. It’s his job. The two of you know how dangerous it can be but this mission has, so far, left you with only a single small scrape to your cheek. You knew that it wouldn’t get much worse than that.

When you see that he still isn’t letting up, you lean up, one of your hands cupping the hinge of his jaw as your lips press to his. Bond immediately returns it but pulls away after a few seconds.

As he pulls away, you can see the fight has dulled. You know he’s accepted whatever your plan. He still might not necessarily like it, but you know he won’t fight it any more.

“Plus,” you say quietly, your lips still inches away from his, “I don’t want you in here in case I bring down this building a little too early,” you tease.

He huffs a laugh. “You’re insufferable.”

You smile as you begin to walk backwards out of the lab and into the winding hallways. “The pot calling the kettle black.”

-

Your head was pounding. The only sound you could hear was that of the ringing in your ears as you struggled to regain focus.

There was no way you could’ve expected that. With other people down here, you didn’t expect them to risk an explosion of that kind.

Now, until the ringing in your ears dies down, you only have one sense you can rely on. You have to keep your eyes sharp. It’ll be the only way you can survive this and you know your objective is not much further. Yet, you have a nagging feeling in your gut. What it was, you weren’t sure. What you were sure about was that you were going to ignore it as you shot down three guards that came around the corner.

The only outside source you could now rely on was Bond and Q over your coms. Any tech that was used to scan the building did not detect this: a lower level of the laboratory that was hidden due to an underground train tube. So, scans never ran further as there were no obvious passages down to this place.

“Y/N, we’ve done the proper scans,” Q’s voice comes in faintly through your earpiece.

“Marvellous. What am I looking at?”

There’s a pause on the other end as you continue to take down many more guards than you had all thought there was. You swore that there were, at least, two times more of them down here.

“Q, what am I up against?” you say impatiently as you continue moving down the hall.

“Get out of there. Now,” comes Bond’s voice. His tone is stern and genuinely serious as he says it.

That feeling from before was starting to creep up again with that. There’s something they aren’t telling you but you’ll be damned if you don’t finish this mission. Too much was riding on it.

“No. I’m almost there,” you reply followed by two shots as you round another corner.

“Please,” Bond practically pleads, “get out of there. It’s not worth it.”

You huff, a hint of irritation in it. “I’m not going to. I’ve gotten too far to back out now. So, unless there’s a reason you need me out, I’m staying.”

“You’re in danger!” Q chimes in now.

You roll your eyes as the frustration begins to build. “It would be much appreciated if you say what from.”

“I’m ordering you to get out, Y/N. It’s a trap,” Bond says firmly.

The nerve of this man. “I don’t care. I already said no, Bond. I’m too far in now and, if I remember correctly, this is my mission. So, unless you relay the exact reason as to why I need to abort this mission, I suggest you quit blathering and let me do my job.”

As you round into yet another hallway, you notice that it’s shockingly empty. Though, it’s the last hallway that you haven’t checked. There’s only one door and it’s cracked open just the slightest bit.

Slowly, you approach. You have no clue what’s inside and belatedly realise how there’s no voices coming from your earpiece. Did Bond finally give up? Though Q was also trying to convince you to retreat and he has gone silent as well.

In the end, you chalked it up to them giving up. It didn’t matter that you knew it wasn’t like them. It didn’t matter that the uneasy feeling was now coming back with a vengeance that made you slightly nauseous.

Ignoring it all, you move closer. You were able to peer into the room from the crack.

Wait. This doesn’t make sense. It’s just a closet. How the-

Then, you see a glint of something attached to the doorframe. You’re able to turn and get just far enough that the blast alone wouldn’t kill you. Even with that, though, it didn’t mean you escaped entirely.

The blast’s force pushes you into the wall, effectively winding you as your back slams against it. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t keep your head from suffering the same fate.

Your vision goes black as you feel yourself land against your side. Something cracks but you’re too dazed to be able to place exactly what it was. You couldn’t tell if it was a rib or your arm but that didn’t matter right now. What mattered was the fact that you weren’t sure how much damage that explosion caused and that you were desperately trying to breathe properly again.

Air finally floods your lungs as you cough fiercely. Your vision comes back and is a little blurry but it’s clear enough to make out your surroundings. The grogginess and metallic taste in your mouth goes unnoticed as you can’t be anything but sharp as a tack in your predicament.

The fact that there were two different blasts in close proximity was not good for the situation you were in. You didn’t know if it compromised any of the supports. If it did, you were in much more trouble and any injury of yours would be irrelevant.

Looking around, you thankfully can’t see any kind of collapse. Well, not in your immediate proximity.

As you peer a little further towards the closet, you can see sparks and something metal. A specific type of metal not commonly used for structures. Well, not this sort of structure.

That’s when it dawns on you. The train. This was what Bond had meant.

There’s no more time to just stay where you are on the ground. You have no idea how much time you have until escape is no option. You need to get yourself off the floor and run.

Agony shoots through your arm up into your shoulder as you push yourself up. Well, that at least clears one thing up. You now know that it was, thankfully, not your ribs that you heard crack.

You couldn’t focus on that. There’s no time to survey the extent of your injuries. Not now.

“Bon-“ you start but get cut off as you start harshly coughing again.

It lasts a few moments, the ability to take in air is difficult as your lungs feel as if they’re on fire. Pain wracks your body as your muscles constrict from the force of them. How long did you initially go without air?

“Bond,” you start again, your voice hoarse and grumbly. “Q, you all… need,” another cough, “to clear out of the area. Now.”

There’s some crackling before any voices begin to cut through. The blast must’ve disrupted the signal.

“-at’s going on?” you hear Bond’s voice finally come through. You can’t describe the way it sends such relief through you. Though, you can’t dwell on it. There’s a much more pressing matter at hand.

“Explosions,” you say, trying to limit your words to keep as much air flow as possible, “two. Train could… collapse lab.”

You can hear as Bond and Q continue to say a few things. You know both of them are trying to tell you to get out but your attention isn’t on them. All you’re trying to do is ignore the pain as you slowly push yourself from the floor.

“Y/N,” you hear Bond’s voice, no, James’s voice. You can hear the concern and panic in his tone. This is the man, not the agent, that you’ve fallen for and you know he’s making that blatant. “Q says there’s a train coming. You need to make it to the lab. I can help you from there.”

“No,” you say as firmly as you can, “No. You need to get away. I can’t… I won’t be able to live with the fact that you got hurt from this.”

He’s silent for a moment. And, when he speaks, you know exactly what he’s going to say. He knows why you’re telling him to get out rather than agreeing to meet him where he’s waiting. “I’m coming to get you. Is anything bleeding?”

“No, James, get out of here. If anything happens, you can chase down Traczyk.”

“Y/N-“

Just as you’re finally pushing yourself onto one knee, that’s when you hear it. The clacking against the rails couldn’t be mistaken for anything else.

“James, you need to go now,” you say, pushing yourself up into a run.

You don’t hear him reply. The crashing of the train behind you made sure you wouldn’t as you managed to get away from the main area. Even still, you could hear the way the ceiling was collapsing.

You didn’t stop to look but you never even got the chance. Not when another explosion went off just as you got part way up the stairs.

There was no way to tell where it came from. You didn’t know whether it was in front of you or behind you. All you knew was that the heat was close and debris was scraping your face before your vision suddenly went dark.

-

Everything was dark. You were expecting to feel something pinning you to the stairs below you, but there wasn’t much. If there was something it could be pushed off easily.

At least, that’s what you thought.

As soon as you began to try and push yourself up, you ended up shouting in pain and dropping back to the steps below you. Your whole body felt as if it were on fire. There wasn’t a single part of you that didn’t ache in some way.

You tried to take in a deep breath but you couldn’t. All you inhaled was dust and your ribs screamed in protest. So, you thought to yourself, didn’t dodge that one.

One thing that you’re considering as a positive is the fact that your arms are free. It didn’t matter if one of them was possibly broken. You’ll use it if you have to no matter how much pain it causes. If it gets you out alive, that’s what you’ll do.

For now, with your free hand, you feel around the pocket of your combat trousers that contains your light. However, you pause as you feel something wet and sticky just above your belt.

Oh. Not good.

By the way it feels, you should be able to manage until you get yourself out of here. That is, until your hand hits something and causes you to grunt in pain from the shift. Feeling around more, each touch just as painful as the last, you realise it’s a piece of rebar.

In the end, you breathe out a sigh of relief when you determine it isn’t stuck and not far enough in to be an issue. The worst it did was take a small chunk out of you and would make for an ugly scar. It just thankfully wasn’t piercing you the way you were fearing.

So, as you continue to your original goal, you grab the flashlight to view your surroundings the best you can.

First, you see that you were right about not having much on top of you. It was just a smaller concrete slab that most likely came off the wall that wasn’t as damaged. Though, it was most likely the cause for your damaged ribs. The rebar had come from a piece of the ceiling that had luckily shielded you from the worst of the collapse as it was lodged between the lower wall to the one directly beside you.

From the position you were in on the stairs, you determined that the last explosion had come from behind you as you’re further up the stairs than you were before. You had never been so grateful for the force of a blast until now.

With the cement still on top of you, you weren’t able to see what the damage was like behind you. Injured ribs aside, it wouldn’t allow you to twist around to be able to look.

You didn’t know when or how, but your earpiece was no longer with you. That meant no communication with Q or M… or James. Then, your mind starts to race.

Had he heard the explosion happen? If he did, was he thinking the worst or is he trying to get to you? You don’t know. All you know at this moment is that you have to get out of this area before it completely collapses. That and the fact that you should’ve listened to Q and James. They told you it was a trap and you still didn’t listen even when it was obvious.

The stairs don’t twist for another two dozen metres or so. If you can just get a bit further up you can guarantee your safety for another few minutes at least. Maybe you could make your way up far enough to possibly gain a radio from one of the guards you took down. Then you could contact anyone but, more specifically, a certain someone.

There was no other option. It’s gonna be hell trying to push yourself free but a few moments of agony is better than dying by this.

So, taking in as deep a breath as you can through the dust, you hold it in as you plant your elbows and knees and push. You scream both in agony and effort as the concrete slowly lifts. It’s almost too much but you can’t afford to stop now. With a final breath, you push with all the strength you can muster. Relief fills you as the rubble falls to the side meaning you’re free.

Breathing immediately becomes easier but now is not the time to rest and catch your breath. Not when you can now see how your legs were centimetres away from being crushed.

The entire underground facility is no longer accessible. The supports had completely caved in on the entrance. You wouldn’t be surprised if everything on the other side suffered the same fate.

Good. You didn’t want to deal with that place for any longer anyways. Too many hallways for your liking.

Now, all you need to do is get up the…

Dust falling from above you cuts your musings short. Flashing the light to the source, you see a crack in the giant slab that had protected you until now. The cracks are getting larger and fast.

You were just able to painfully get up and start running as soon as you heard the cracks turn into the breaking of the cement.

-

Thank god for emergency frequencies, you think to yourself as you pick up a radio from one of the dead guards on the stairs. You consider yourself lucky that they all had one. Well, it was more like you were lucky that this specific guard had one.

You had just managed to escape the last of the falling debris. However, one stray piece had knocked into your left knee as it fell right in front of you. There was no way to tell if it was actually broken but it rendered your leg useless for the time being. It had to have at the very least cracked the bone.

So, you had been crawling your way up the stairs until you reached the last guard you had taken down on these steps. There was no way you were going to get out of here on your own now. This situation now called for backup so you can just finish this bloody mission.

You take in a large breath before speaking into the radio. There was only one frequency that you could use right now. Well, it was more like there was only one that you could remember at the moment through all the chaos you’ve endured.

How is he going to react? You didn’t know but you did know that, if you didn’t do this now, then you’d be wasting precious seconds.

“James,” you say quietly. It’s all you can manage. Between the amount of dust you’ve inhaled and how much you’ve exerted yourself, there’s not much left in you to be able to speak clearer.

The other end is silent. Though, you aren’t surprised. You probably wouldn’t have heard your first call either. It was barely audible even in your own ears.

Now, clearing your dry throat, you try again a little louder and firmer, “James, are you there?”

“Where are you?”

You can’t help the weak laugh that leaves you. It’s just like him to get straight to the point. Though, you wish that this was something he would’ve eased a bit into.

“How’s it looking from up top?”

“Y/N, I’m not playing this game. Where. Are. You?”

You shift a bit, grunting in pain before answering, “Just getting my steps in. Stairs really help.”

There’s a pause on the other end. You can hear muffled voices and when James speaks again, he’s quieter than before.

“Are you hurt?”

You sigh. You know you can’t dance around this any longer. It didn’t matter how much you didn’t want to admit that you made a mistake. If you didn’t tell him, then you won’t make it out alive.

“Nothing too serious. I’m stuck on the stairs. I had to crawl to get to this radio.”

“Anything bleeding?”

You scoff which causes you to wince. Your ribs must be worse than you thought.

“Just a bleeding heart, darling,” you tease.

You’re trying to distract yourself; to distract him. Though, those attempts may be making matters worse rather than better.

“Don’t,” you hear him say firmly, almost as if it was pained. It makes your stomach twist with remorse as it comes out almost pleadingly on top of it all.

“Are you the one coming down?” you ask, finally dropping the teasing. You don’t think you can handle hearing the way James sounded like that again.

“Yes. I never left the laboratory.”

“James,” you start, ready to voice your disapproval but don’t finish your thought as a sound draws your attention. It’s not a good one. “James?”

“What?”

“Hurry.”

-

Pieces of the cement around you were beginning to crack and fall as you heard another train passing by. You remember seeing there were two separate tunnels and you weren’t sure which one this was in. All you knew is that, if James didn’t get to you on time, you wouldn’t be able to escape this time.

Right now, all you could do was watch the cracks grow bigger; the dust that falls more and more; the way small pieces begin to loosen and fall as it moves up the wall.

In any other situation, you’d be more afraid of watching this all happen. The only reason you’re not is the knowledge that James is coming. You had given him directions to the hidden stairwell that led to you. Why you weren’t worried was because he was still up there. He’s close so it shouldn’t take him long to get here.

However, the adrenaline is beginning to wear off. The amount of sheer pain your body is in is now flooding every part of your body. On top of that, you’re downright exhausted from your efforts.

You just want to sleep. It would help you forget the pain but you know you can’t. At least, not before James finds you. It may seem tempting but you know that, especially with how you definitely have a concussion, you can’t afford to. The longer you stay awake, the better your chances are of surviving. Plus, you want to be able to tell James that you’re sorry.

Then, you’re reminded of one of your injuries as your head begins to spin more and your vision becomes hazy. You bring your hand to cover the gash on your left hip. How badly has it been bleeding? You hadn’t been able to check once you were free of the debris. Plus, you have no clue how long you had initially been out for.

You don’t know how long you’ve been down here. Was it hours? Or has it only been mere minutes? How long has it been since you heard the telltale rumble of another train coming through? How long has it been that you have been listening to both the ringing in your ears and the sound of breaking cement?

Then, something draws your attention away from that and breaks your train of thought.

Through the ringing in your ears and haze of your mind, you swear you can hear footsteps. At first, you thought that it was just you imagining things as you fought to keep your eyes open. When you tilt your head towards the stairs, though, you find you weren’t imagining it. You can see his light.

It’s not much longer until you see James come around the corner.

When he sees you, he rushes over to your side. “Let’s get you out of here,” he says, wasting no time, positioning your good arm over his shoulder.

The feeling of him doing that, the way his body presses against yours as he helps you to stand, it gives you a sense of comfort like no other. You know now that you’re going to be alright. You can’t help but think that, had the situation not been as pressing, he would’ve kissed you before helping you up.

You find yourself losing your ability to keep your eyes open in this comfort. Everything around you is hardly processed and you can only vaguely hear the way the stairway is collapsing behind you. You know James is saying something to you but you couldn’t repeat the words no matter how hard you tried.

The fact that you’ve made it outside of the lab isn’t registered. Not until James is carefully setting you down against a tree.

He puts pressure against your bleeding side, causing you to groan. You can just make out the apologetic look he gives you.

Then, you remember something.

“Detonator,” you push out, your voice weak.

James’ eyes don’t leave the area that he’s putting pressure on as he shakes his head saying, “That’s not important.”

“James,” you say as sternly as you can. This was part of your mission whether you caught Traczyk or not. You wanted to leave this with the knowledge that you were at least able to complete one part of your objective.

His eyes raise to meet yours. You have no idea what kind of expression you’re making but, by the way he sighs, you know he understands.

“Left upper pocket… press it.”

He nods and follows your directions. You hardly register the explosion that goes off in the background. Even so, relief fills you with just the knowledge that it worked.

“Helicopter will be here soon,” you hear James say softly.

You faintly feel one of his hands cupping your chin, comforting you immensely as you lean into it the best you can. It brings back the powerful urge to let your eyes close again. Maybe if you just close them for a couple of minutes in the safety of his touch…

“No,” you hear James say. “You just need to stay awake for a little longer.”

If it weren’t for the fact that your mind was so hazy, you would’ve thought he was panicking. It couldn’t be what you heard, though. James Bond never panicked over anything and you wouldn’t ever begin to think it would begin with you.

“It’s just for a few moments,” you say, your body starting to sag as the pain recedes to the back of your mind.

You can hear James saying something else. You didn’t hear any of it except for one thing. Though, you thought you were just imagining him saying those words. There’s no way he actually said them. No, it was just your imagination trying to comfort you as you slowly lose the fight of staying awake.

It didn’t matter if you tried to open your eyes now. You couldn’t even if you wanted to. So, you slowly drift off, the pain no longer felt.

-

There’s voices as you come to. You have no clue what they’re saying. It all sounds muffled and distant as you keep your eyes closed. You aren’t sure you can open them anyways.

Slowly, the voices become more clear. You can make out two people for sure. Q and Moneypenny. The way they’re speaking, you’re not sure if they’re relaying information to one another or if they’re speaking to someone else. Could they be talking to M? You know it can’t be James. You had both agreed to keep whatever’s going on between the two of you from everyone else. If he was here it would be when no one else was in the room.

However, their voices are too sombre in tone to be talking with M. They must just be talking about something else to the other.

That still isn’t right, though. You can just make out a third voice in the room. This one is quieter and you can’t quite make out who it is. You know it’s someone you know but you can’t  quite place it. Well, that is until you start focusing on other things.

You notice how your whole body aches. The pain that you had felt from before was subdued and there was a quiet, constant ringing in your ears. Your left arm, the one you had landed on, was in a cast and was resting across your middle. From what you could tell, it had broken something in your forearm and, thankfully, it wasn’t your elbow.

On top of all that, there’s a dull throbbing in your left hip. That’s when you remember how you were before ending up here. You remember how James had been putting pressure against it, reassuring you that the two of you would be extracted soon… saying something else that you were still sure was your imagination.

Then, there’s one thing that you’re able to feel that you’re both surprised but happy about. A something that tells you who the third person in the room is; a something that, when you squeeze your hand around his, makes him pause. You know he does. You don’t have to see him to know. You can simply tell by the feel of his hand in yours.

Despite that, you now want to open your eyes. It doesn’t matter how groggy you feel and how heavy your eyelids are, you just want to see him. You want to see that he’s alright and prove to him that you are as well.

At first, your vision is a little blurry as you squint from the light. Though, when it clears up, you see James sitting beside your bed. His eyes are red as the cool blue irises peer at you.

There’s thankfully no sign of any other injuries than what you already knew of. It makes you breathe a small, relieved sigh, doing your best not to aggravate your ribs.

“Hi,” you whisper. Between the dryness of your throat and how hoarse it feels, that was the best you could manage. It didn’t matter to James as he seemed to relax as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

You turn your gaze over to where Eve and Q are standing off to the side.

Before you can mention anything or worry, they’re offering reassuring smiles as James squeezes your hand gently. It brings your attention back to him as he says, “Don’t worry. They figured it out long ago.”

You lightly chuckle and you hate the fact that, even though you tried to avoid it, it still made you wince.

“Why am I not surprised,” you say, glancing back over at the two.

They smile and Eve teases, “You’ve never been good at hiding things.” She glances over at James. “Neither of you are.”

That earns a laugh from everyone in the room as you smile. You’re glad that you have these three. They always have been able to make you feel better in the worst of times. They were the ones you could truly trust.

As the laughter dies down, you can’t help but think of the mission as you stare off into the distance. Your smile fell as you thought of how you didn’t know if they had been able to find your initial target or if he had disappeared again. It had been months of you chasing down leads to find the man before he could fulfill his plan.

You hated to bring down the mood, but you had to know.

“Traczyk,” you mutter before meeting the eyes of the other three, “did you find him?”

Q nods as he takes a step forward. “Our satellite imaging, along with our contact, tracked him from the moment he escaped to where he was staying. We moved in on him a couple of days after we extracted you and Bond.”

“Good,” you say as you nod your head, your gaze turning to where James firmly held your hand in his. It was almost as if he was using it as a lifeline and, if you were being honest, so were you. “How long, exactly?”

“Four days,” Eve speaks up.

“Serafin Traczyk was captured two days ago,” Q adds on.

You nod, your eyes not leaving yours and James’ hands. You’re not really surprised about how long it had been since that day. The combination of the exertion your body went through and your concussion made that an inevitability.

James begins to trace his thumb over your knuckles, sending another immense wave of comfort through you. Though, you’re not sure exactly whether it’s for your comfort or for his but you enjoy the feeling anyways.

Glancing at him, you find that he’s already watching you. You can see his jaw working as if he wants to say something, but he doesn’t. He stays silent as he watches you, his eyes searching your face. There’s an almost desperate glint in his eyes.

Eve clearing her throat draws your attention over to her before you can read too much into it. “We’ll give the two of you some time,” she says, practically dragging Q out of the room with her.

If it weren’t for your ribs, you would’ve laughed. Instead, you smile with a small shake of your head before turning back to James.

You can’t help but feel guilty as you look at him now. There’s no way for you to know exactly how much pain and worry you’ve caused him. So many things happened and it was all because you didn’t listen to him. Had you just listened-

“I’m sorry,” you say quietly, looking down at your joined hands. You can’t bring yourself to look at him right now. Not when the amount of guilt you feel is piling as high as it is now.

A moment passes before he asks, “For what?”

“None of this would’ve happened if I had just listened to you. You told me it was a trap but I didn’t listen.”

“Hey,” he says gently, his free hand coming up to tip your chin up with a finger so your eyes would meet his. “You have nothing to apologize to me for.”

“But I do. James, I could’ve gotten you killed when you came to get me. Then, I completely ignored you when you told me to stay awake which… well, I have no idea how you’ve felt since then.”

He’s silent for a moment, his eyes never leaving yours. There’s something there; some sort of glint in his cool blue eyes. However, you have no clue what it is. It’s something you’ve seen before, especially in the last few months, but you’ve never been able to decipher it.

James takes in a small breath and he seems to hold it. It’s almost as if he’s in the same situation you were in, trapped beneath a collapsing building and only one person had the ability to help you escape.

Then, “You really don’t know that I’d die for you, do you?”

You’re shocked by his words, your jaw dropping open just the slightest bit. This was not something you had expected out of him. Sure, the two of you had been involved for a while now, however, you didn’t know that he was this serious. By the way he looks at you, you know he’s not joking. He means it. You won’t deny the warmth that spreads through you at the confession.

Plus, it only confirmed one suspicion you had.

“You have no clue the lengths I would go to to keep you safe… That should’ve been me down there,” he starts again when you don’t say anything, looking back down to where your hand is in his. “You should’ve been the one that was safe. I should be the one in your place.” Another pause before, “When we scanned the facility and found the bomb and the incoming train, I should’ve just told you. I should’ve just gone to you immediately when we knew.”

You can see the way he clenches his jaw. It’s as if he’s holding back a storm. Whether he’s holding back emotions or words, you’re not sure. Even so, it’s time for him to learn something as well.

“Why do you think I went down there and told you to stay away?”

By the way his eyes dart up to yours, you can tell he wasn’t necessarily expecting that. He may have confessed something to you but you have a feeling he wasn’t expecting for you to return it.

“I wanted to keep you safe, James. It may have been my mission but that wasn’t the worry that was ruling my decisions. Even if you had told me, I would’ve still ended up here. You didn’t know where the stairwell was, either.”

The two of you go silent. James watches you, searching for everything and nothing at the same time. If you knew what he was thinking, you would know that he’s taking in every detail of your face. It didn’t matter if it was marred by small cuts and bruises. He was taking in everything, thankful that you were still here.

If he could do the same with you, he would’ve known how you were doing the same. He would’ve known how your heart was about to burst with all that you were learning. Do you wish that you could’ve done this in a much happier setting? Yes. Would you change it? No.

Minutes of this go by. You don’t know what to say next as you admire everything about him. In the end, it didn’t matter.

“You should’ve let me come with you,” he says in a near whisper.

“And you should’ve chosen a better time to tell me that you love me,” you say with a slight tease in your tone.

His solemn countenance quickly brightens as he grins. You weren’t sure if it was because he didn’t think you had heard it, but you knew the change in subject was welcomed as he chuckled lightly. Though, his smile fades again.

“I needed you to know. You had lost so much blood and you were fading so quickly-“

“Hey,” you say lightly, cutting him off with a gentle squeeze to his hand before he can dwell in the moment, “it’s over now. I’m here and I’m just glad that I wasn’t imagining it. Maybe, next time, don’t say it when I’m suffering from blood loss and a fresh concussion.”

James smirks as he gets out of his seat, moving to lean over you while not letting his hand be removed from yours. You bring them to rest on your chest as his free hand delicately brushed over your cheek.

“I have loved you,” he starts slowly, his thumb tracing circles over the apple of your cheek. You get lost in his eyes as he speaks and you can feel your heart threatening to beat its way out of your chest. “And I will always love you,” he finishes quietly.

You smile as you whisper, “I love you too, James.”

He smiles as he stays just like this for a few moments. It’s almost as if he’s looking at something rare with the way he’s looking at you now. Everything is irrelevant at this moment except for the two of you. You wish, despite your condition, that you could stay in this moment forever. There’s no threats looming over the two of you, no danger of a mission. Just the blue eyes of James as he moves to nuzzle his nose gently with yours.

“Can we finally go on that vacation now,” he asks, causing you to laugh no matter how hard you try to contain it.

He gives a look of apology as you wince from the pain but you smile at him, reassuring him that you’re alright.

“As long as you’re okay with waiting a few days longer.”

He smirks just before he begins to press gentle kisses to your face. His hand slips from yours as he lays his hand over the wound on your left hip, covering it as if he can heal it by his touch as his lips finally meet yours.

It’s in this moment, as your hand slips into his short hair and how his body almost seems to shield yours, that you know you’re safe. He’s always made you feel safe. You’ve never had to hold your breath to find out. This man, not the agent, is the man you love and there’s nothing you would change about anything if you could do it all again.

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A Few Little Drabbles

Photo by my friend @thereluctantherosrose☺️

So, I know I’m very late to do Valentine’s Day stuff, but this is what I originally wanted to get posted. So, enjoy a couple of little drabbles of Obi-Wan, James Bond and Benoit Blanc😊

Warnings: None I don’t think. Just A LOT of fluff

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Obi-Wan Kenobi

“W-what’s this?” you mutter to yourself as you walk into your apartment. What you were expecting to see was a dark, empty room but that’s not what you see now. Instead, you’re met with a room dimly lit, two wine glasses set up on your coffee table and extra blankets and pillows on and in front of the couch.

Confused, and expecting to see that someone had broken in, you looked around but find nothing. You take a few steps into the room, placing your things on top of the table beside your door.

A fleeting thought came into your mind. Could it be him? It couldn’t be. He was supposed to be gone for another couple of weeks, wasn’t he? Isn’t that what he had told you yesterday?

You were about to pull out your comm to call the guard, but you quickly tuck it back when you hear something. When you look up, disbelief filled you but didn’t keep your smile from spreading your lips.

There he was, Obi-Wan, your Obi-Wan, leaning against the wall across the room. A slightly cheeky smirk was playing on the man’s lips but you can see the way his eyes soften when he sees your reaction.

“Hello there, darling,” he says as you can no longer just stay where you are. You crash into him, nearly knocking him backwards.

“I missed you so much,” you say, the words muffled into his chest.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head as he squeezes you just the slightest bit. “I missed you too,” he whispers into your hair.

You pull back just enough to look at him. He looks even more groomed and put together. Not saying he usually isn’t, but he’s done up just a little more. Then, you remember the set up that’s behind you.

“What’s all of this for?” you ask quietly, bringing your hands up to his chest.

He smirks, that hint of cheekiness from before reappearing. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. This was all here when I showed up. I’m just reaping the benefits.”

You raise an eyebrow at him but can’t keep in the small chuckle that bubbled up. “Insufferable man,” you say fondly as you lean just a little more into him. He quirks an eyebrow at you but you continue before he can say anything, “My insufferable man.”

His smirk grows as he leans in closer. “I’ll always be yours,” he whispers before pressing his lips to yours.

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James Bond

“Glad you could join us,” you hear Bond’s teasing voice over your comms.

You refrain from rolling your eyes, though you’re not really annoyed. Being late was part of the plan. Still, the urge to roll your eyes playfully was there.

“Have you spotted the target?” you ask, ignoring his quip.

You look around to see if you can see James. A small twinge of disappointment fills you when you don’t. So, you busy your mind in looking for the target instead.

“Bond?” you ask when he doesn’t reply. Concern fills you for a brief moment. That is, until you hear his reply.

You hear a small intake of breath from him before he mutters, “You look lovely.”

A small chuckle escapes you. “Of course you can see me. Care to share with the class as to where you are, Mr. Bond?”

“What would you think if I said I was on the moon?”

A huff of laughter left you as you subtly shake your head. “I wouldn’t be surprised.” You ponder for a moment. “I’d also be slightly disappointed that I would miss the opportunity to see you.”

“Well,” he starts, “it’s a good thing I’m not. Nine o’clock.”

There, to your left, is James Bond. He’s leaning against the bar, looking around as he sips from his martini. When his eyes lock with yours, you have to keep yourself from smiling before casually walking over.

You slide into one of the stools that’s a few feet from him. It wasn’t long until you felt the warmth of Bond’s arm brush against yours. Then, he slides something over. A martini of your own.

“Oh. And I believe that’s supposed to be inconspicuous?”

He doesn’t answer, just smirks and nudges the glass the slightest bit closer. And, when you look down again, you see something on top of the napkin.

Surprise fills you and when you look back up to James, a smile curls his lips as he sips from his drink. He doesn’t look at you, just stares ahead as your shock turns into warmth.

You pick up the little candy heart from the napkin. What you read has to make you restrain yourself. The two of you can’t be seen that way, not when the target could be anywhere in this room. That is until you got a rather convenient message from Q saying that your sources have said that the target will no longer be showing up. Yet, by the way James smirks, you feel as though that may not be the story behind this.

James turn towards you, watching you as you put your phone back down. You meet his blue gaze with a raised brow.

“Was there ever really a target?”

He raises a brow as he smirks. “You think this was all a ruse?”

You stand from your chair, placing your hands on his chest as he presses his body to yours. “You should know, James, that you don’t need a ruse,” you say, leaning closer with every word. “Especially not for Valentine’s Day.”

He nuzzles his nose with yours, his crystal blue eyes searching yours as his hands rest on your waist. “Maybe it’s more fun this way.”

With a small shake of your head, you giggle before reciting the words that were on the candy heart. “Kiss me.”

And, without hesitation, he does.

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Benoit Blanc

Detective Benoit Blanc was a busy man. There was never a lack of work for him and you knew that going into this relationship. You knew, no matter how much you wished it to be the opposite, that it would mean there’d be days that he’d miss. Anniversaries, birthdays, Valentine’s Day… you knew it wouldn’t be promised.

This year, though, you find that you can’t let it go like you normally can. You don’t let it get to a point where you nag and complain about it to Benoit, but you know he picks up on your mood before he left this morning. For that reason, you find yourself chiding yourself.

It wasn’t fair of you. He was doing his job which helps so many people in the long run. He finds criminals and puts them away with the skills he has. Things like that are far more important than celebrating something so small that’s known as a day to have an excuse to eat chocolate in the name of love.

You just didn’t want him to feel bad. It would make you feel horrible if you knew he was distracted because of it. He didn’t need to worry about it. Sure, it was hard but it’s not that significant.

Spending Valentines Day alone isn’t new to you. You spent years being single, curling up on the couch with ice cream and chocolate as you watch movies. Were they mainly love stories that made you hyper aware of how alone you were? Sure. But you tended to torture yourself anyways. It doesn’t make it better that you’re still doing the same thing but, this time, your partner isn’t here. It doesn’t make it hurt more. You’ll never admit that it does.

So, you sit on your couch, Benoit’s pillow hugged tightly against you. You’re pretending that tears aren’t silently running down your cheeks. It shouldn’t bother you. It doesn’t bother you when you receive a text from Benoit saying Finishing up as quickly as possible. See you soon, sweetheart. It doesn’t bother you when you know that soon truly means another few hours.

It’s because you know this that you’re surprised to hear a knock on your door. To your knowledge, all of your friends were busy. Benoit was busy. So you assumed it must be some sort of salesman.

When you go to the door, you’re fully prepared to politely decline whatever they were going to sell. Only, when you open the door, your jaw drops in shock when you’re met with those blue eyes that you love so much.

He’s smiling shyly as he holds a bouquet of your favourite flowers, almost like he doesn’t think you’ll accept this.

“Hi, darlin’,” he says as he shifts from foot to foot.

“Benoit,” you say quietly, disbelief still overpowering you. “I- I thought you were supposed to be at work…”

He smiles as he takes a step closer to you. “I was. But then I remembered that I had something more important to do at home,” he says quietly, passing you the flowers as you finally break out of your shock.

For a few moments, he just looks at you, searching your face. Does he think that you’re going to push him away? From his own home, no less?

But that isn’t what he’s thinking. You know it isn’t as he takes a step closer, one hand raising to cup the side of your neck.

You chuckle a little. “Why didn’t you just come inside instead of knocking?”

“Complaining?” he asks with a teasing smirk.

Tipping you head from side to side, you feign pondering as your free hand grips the lapel of Benoit’s coat. “Not unless you don’t say that you’re taking me to a surprise dinner.”

“You know me too well,” he mutters, “so I suggest you get changed and put those flowers in a vase, darlin’. I would like to treat the lady.”

You feel your cheeks begin to heat up as he draws a little closer, the glint in his eye telling you more than he’s saying. Reaching up, you push his glasses up just a little, letting your hand splay through his short hair.

“Thank you, Benoit,” you whisper before pressing a brief kiss to his lips and stepping out of his grasp. You have to keep yourself from laughing at his nearly disappointed expression as you grab a vase.

Still, he follows you with a smile, telling you that this night was going to be one to remember.

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Finally Home

Summary: Bond and fem!reader finally deal with the crush they each have on each other

A/N: Hello lovelies, 

Okay, so please be kind this is my first Bond fic.  Thank you @mrskenobi19 and @firstofficerwiggles for being beta readers for this.  I hope this brings honour to the man we all know and love.  Bond, James Bond.  Couldn’t resist.  Hehehehe. 

Thank you all for showing my work so much love, I really don’t know how to show my appreciation except by giving you guys more stories.  So I hope you know that everything I post is to show my love for all of you.  LOVE OO.

Warning: awkward flirting, kissing, fluff, mentions of torture, death, I think that’s it, if I miss any warnings please let me know.

KNIGHT FOR A DAY (PART TWO)

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I LOVE THIS! Thank you so much!!!!!

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"

This is going in my little library! 🥰🤭😁

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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We need more fanfiction of the following characters/celebs:

Dean Winchester x reader from Supernatural

Charles Xavier x reader from X-Men

Erik Lehnsherr x reader from X-Men

Robbie Turner x reader from Atonement

Beau Arlen x reader from Big Sky

Soldier boy x reader from The Boys

Wolverine x reader from X-Men

James McAvoy x reader

Hugh Jackman x (daughter) reader

Michael Fassbender x reader

Tony Stark x reader, preferably daughter!reader from Marvel-movies

Clint Barton x reader from Marvel-movies

Avengers x reader, any Avenger at all really.

Gellert Grindelwald (Johnny Depp) x reader from Fantastic Beasts

Albus Dumbledore (Jude Law) x reader from Fantastic Beasts

Jack Dawson x reader, Titanic

Legolas x reader from Hobbit-movies and Lord of the Rings-movies

Aragorn x reader from Lord of the Rings-movies

Eomer x reader from Lord of the Rings-movies

Faramir x reader from Lord of the Rings-movies

Castiel x reader from Supernatural

LOTR/Hobbit characters x reader

Charlie Hudson x reader from Hudson & Rex

Lord Asriel x reader from His Dark Materials

Nick Ryan x reader from McLeod's daughters

Richard O'Connell x reader from The Mummy movies

Wade Wilson/Deadpool x reader from Deadpool-movies

Richard Castle x reader from Castle

Drover (Hugh Jackman) x reader from Australia

Ronan Keating x reader

Christian x reader from Moulin Rouge

Aidan Turner x reader and his characters x reader

James Bond (Daniel Craig) x reader

Bucky Barnes x reader

Steve Rogers x reader

Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader from Star Wars prequels and Obi-Wan Kenobi-series

Ewan McGregor x reader

Anakin Skywalker x reader from Star Wars prequels

Hayden Christensen x reader

Owen Grady x reader from Jurassic World

Bucky Barnes x reader from Marvel-movies

Sirius Black x reader from Harry Potter- movies

Cedric Diggory x reader from Harry Potter- movies

Draco Malfoy x reader from Harry Potter-movies

Indiana Jones x reader from Indiana Jones- movies

Cillian Murphy x reader

Tommy Shelby x reader from Peaky Blinders

Harry Goodman x daughter reader from Pokemon Detective Pikachu

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x (daughter) reader from Top Gun/Top Gun: Maverick

Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x (daughter) reader from Top Gun/ Top Gun: Maverick

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader from Top Gun: Maverick

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader from Top Gun: Maverick

Robin Hood/Robin of Loxley (Taron Egerton) x reader from Robin Hood

Rafe McCawley x reader from Pearl Harbor

Daniel "Danny" Walker x reader from Pearl Harbor

Eggsy Unwin x reader from the Kingsman-movies

I'll add here more as I remember more characters/celebs. I prefer character x female reader. The ones in bold need more fanfiction.