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The latest episode of one of my favourite podcasts. Fascinating how much of Fleming's own life is interwoven into the books.

#podcast recs #great podcast #james bond #ian Flemming #history #Spotify

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Daniel Craig I dare you to bring this haircut back for Knives Out 3

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I really like these, so much 00Q inspo. I mean, one interpretation of canon is already Soulmates destined to kill each other.

- too hot to cuddle "Get away, from me James! You're like a one man sauna. Uh, let me breathe!"

- Lovers to enemies - James shags around on Q and Q takes revenge

- Then there's too many beds - James seduces Q, brings him back to the family delux room (only one left in The hotel) where Q is like Goldilocks testing the beds (too soft, too hard..) until James gives up and goes back to the bar.

REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS

Too many beds

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss

Really nice guy who hates only you

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class

Divorce of convenience

Too much communication

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)

Dating your enemy’s sibling

Lovers to enemies

Hate at first sight

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead

Fake amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other

Strangers to enemies

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

Too hot to cuddle

Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground

Nursing home au

#writing prompt #fanfic #00Q #so much potential

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Daniel Craig

#daniel craig #black and white portrait

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Daniel Craig and Rian Johnson 2023

#daniel craig #rian johnson #knives out #glass onion

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CASINO ROYALE 2006

Teaser trailer image

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Naomie Harris

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Please tell me we are all reading this? Oh, the slooooow burn is delicious agony and the ust is so powerful I had to restart my phone but it is glorious

Chapter 11 of Let Me Count the Ways is up on AO3!

In this chapter, the year ends with the Q Ball — and an offer.

Full summary below the cut…

Let Me Count the Ways by luminiferocity Chapters: 11/20 Fandom: James Bond (Craig Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James Bond/Q Characters: James Bond, Q (James Bond), Eve Moneypenny, Bill Tanner, M | Gareth Mallory, Madeleine Swann, Mathilde (James Bond) Additional Tags: No Time to Die (2021) Fix-It, Canon-Typical Violence, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, and they were HOUSEMATES, James Bond's Tendency to Run, Q Backstory (James Bond), BAMF Q (James Bond), James Bond Is A Menace, Q is a Little Shit, Bond is Delighted, M | Gareth Mallory is So Done

Summary:

“I bet you can’t name five things that make me an attractive option.” Q cocks his head, as if considering Bond. “We can’t all seduce our way to as long a trail of broken lovers as you. Even at your advanced age.”

Q thinks Bond is incapable of actually being offended, hence why he feels safe to throw aspersions his way. Indeed, Bond’s eyes register surprise, then they crinkle in amusement.

“I bet you I can name six.”

“Hmm?”

“Six reasons why our dear Quartermaster is a catch. Number one, you’re incredibly charming.”

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Or, what if Bond crashes Q’s date that night and never bloody leaves. A slow burn following NTTD and beyond, including Bond and Q discovering what they want in life and how to be the kind of people that can hold onto it.

#q playing hard to get #bond flirting is as natural as breathing but making a friend is painfully hard #not the only painfully hard thing

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Bond's grey suit

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Especially love the ones of Ben and Judy. Both titans of their art, but with such proud Grandmother and grandson vibes

the gang ❤️

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💘 for 00Q please an thank you! 🥰

Hi Bishy! Thank you for sending in a kiss prompt! This one was so fun to write.

You can read it below or on AO3. Summary:

In the middle of a mission, Bond makes a play for time.

hostiles.

“Forgive me for this.”

That is all the warning Q gets. He doesn’t have time to process it properly before he’s slammed against the wall of the hotel corridor and—

Kissed would not be the word. Mauled. Devoured, perhaps.

Bond’s hands are rough and calloused at his jaw, his knuckles slightly swollen from a fight the night previous. His mouth is rough, demanding. And there’s tongue. It really ought not to be as knee-weakening as it is, yet Q sags against the wall, undone. He kisses back with a bite to Bond’s lip. Grabs the side of his thick, sinewy neck and holds on for dear life. His thumb digs so hard into the gap above Bond’s clavicle that he’s sure there’ll be a bruise later. No matter. Q’s whole mouth will be a bruise.

Bond presses him closer in towards the wall and makes a delightful sound in the back of his throat as he kisses down Q’s neck.

Over his pulse, Bond whispers, “Sit rep,” and Q’s skin breaks out in goosebumps.

It takes a moment. The hotel’s lights are too bright for a man who has been lost behind his eyelids, wrapped up in other things.

He runs his lip around the rim of Bond’s ear. “Two hostiles. Three and nine o’clock. They’ll be on us in, oh, twenty seconds?”

Bond huffs. Goosebumps, again—more, somehow. “Best get ready then.”

But instead of pulling away, he pulls Q in by his chin, and this time the kiss is more velvet than violence. He runs his tongue over Q’s swollen, slick bottom lip while Q counts down the seconds in his head. Twenty, nineteen, eighteen. He can feel the shadow of the hostiles now, but even Q knows a few trade secrets: he cannot give himself or Bond away too early. The element of surprise is all.

Instead — twelve, eleven, ten — he pulls Bond in by his tie and licks into his mouth one last time. If this is to be it, Q is going to get his money’s worth.

He spares a split second’s apology for the taxpayer.

At T minus eight seconds, Bond makes another gratifying sound.

At T minus six seconds, Q feels heat lick up the base of his spine. Heat he can do nothing about. They are out of time.

At T minus four seconds, the adrenaline kicks in. His fist clenches, wobbles around Bond’s four-in-hand. Bond pulls away, kisses Q’s knuckles (in some warped way, it is reassuring), then turns to make violent, efficient use of his own hands.

It must hurt terribly, but when there are two bodies limp on the floor, Bond only turns to Q and smiles. He’s hard. Q can see the outline of his cock through the gap in his blood-stained blazer. His pants are dove grey; it’s not difficult to miss.

This time it’s Q who takes the initiative. Bond hits the opposite wall with a happy thud, and Q kisses away the quip on his tongue.

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