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    'It’s a job to you, all of this, isn’t it? You’ve become bloody good at it, over the years – taking control, satisfying, teasing. But it’s all meaningless. You’re just going through the motions.'
     

    Written from a prompt by the lovely catsteaandtentacles.

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    01 Jan 2018

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    "Please," says Q loftily even as he turns at the sound of the front door opening, a rain-bedraggled couple already heading for a table not too far from Bond's. "As flattered as I am to hear that you're already anticipating another cup, you shouldn't presume so much, Mr. Bond. Cyanide is expensive these days, you know, and on the contrary, I actually have it on good authority that our coffee is good enough to die for, if not to die from."

    (Or the one where Death owns a coffeeshop on the corner and Bond has been cultivating the surprisingly useful habit of Not Dying. A love story, of sorts.)

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    23 Dec 2017

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    Fourteen years. Fourteen Valentine’s Days.
    [A series of vignettes]

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    19 Dec 2017

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    As tempting as it would be to walk off with Madeleine Swann into the sunset and never look back, Bond isn't ready to retire quite so early. Not with all the reasons he has to stay.

    A fix-it, of sorts, for the somewhat unsatisfying ending of Spectre.

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    15 Dec 2017

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    “I should sleep on the couch,” Bond murmured.

    “Don’t be a bloody idiot,” Q snorted unattractively. Bond, amused, filed away this propensity for sleepy swearing as something to remember. “What is it? That’s a text alert, not a perimeter alarm. Nightmare, then? Damn you double-ohs and your issues, I swear to god.” He lifted his arm in invitation.

    “Q, I don’t think —”

    “The window’s open and I’m cold,” Q insisted.

    Bond sat on the edge of the bed and finished the last finger of his drink with a quick swallow. He had no idea if Q was hinting that they needed to keep up their pretense due to the open window, or if he really was just cold. Either way, Bond wasn’t a man to deny himself what small pleasures he could take from this wretched life, so he slid under the covers and tugged Q on top of him until their legs were tangled and Q’s head rested on his shoulder.

    But as Q dropped back into sleep, Bond stayed awake, correcting himself. Having everything he wanted, in his grasp and completely out of reach, wasn’t a small pleasure at all. It was torture.

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    08 Dec 2017