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melis-ash · 4 months
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Sweet 00Swann family
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drswannbond · 9 months
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what he says: i’m fine (i don’t know her at all)
what he means: i do know that for what felt like five minutes of my life i wanted everything with you. and it's not because i didn't trust... it was just that feeling. i know i've come here to find out who gave you the poison but i'm not going to leave here without you knowing that i have loved you. and i will love you. and i do not regret a single moment of my life that led me to you... except when i put you on that train.
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luminiferocity · 9 months
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Firsts and Lasts
Love is awful. It's awful. It's painful. It's frightening... And love isn’t something that weak people do. Being a romantic takes a hell of a lot of hope. When you find somebody that you love, it feels like hope.
- The Priest's wedding speech (in full here), Fleabag
Inspired by @thestalwartheart 's First and Last Impressions as told through the language of flowers.
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captsharonstark · 1 year
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James Bond and Madeleine Swann in Spectre vs No Time To Die.
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blindmanbaldwin · 10 months
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I had a dream of the open water
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I was swimming away out to sea
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so deep I could never touch bottom
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what a fool I used to be
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thestalwartheart · 1 year
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Rating: Teen & Up Audiences Warnings: None Relationships: James Bond/Q, James Bond/Madeleine Swann Word Count: 1,270 Summary:
A wedding and a present. Features unrequited James/Q and James/Madeleine.
Read below or on AO3.
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It’s a perfect summer afternoon when James Bond marries Madeleine Swann in an English country garden. It’s a small wedding because neither of them have many friends in the living world, and trustworthy espionage circles are always small. Throughout the ceremony, Q can feel the sun burning the back of his neck. The heavy scent of jasmine tickles his nose.
“Do you, James—”
“I do.”
The celebrant sighs with faux irritation. “You might let me finish, Mr Bond.”
Bond winks at Madeleine, and the other guests laugh good-naturedly. Q manages a thin smile. He wouldn’t bother at all, but he seems to have ended up sitting in the front row in prime position to be photographed behind the happy couple.
And, Christ, they are happy. Q doesn’t think he’s seen two people happier or more beautiful. Admittedly, he doesn’t get out to many weddings, but no one at this one can stop talking about how lovely Bond and Dr Swann look together. Even during the ceremony, the praise moves around the crowd in a hush. Everything is gorgeous, they whisper. So pretty. Charmant. Magnifique. A perfect day for two perfect-looking people.
Q should not be here. The only reason he’s here is because he’d been reliably informed (or sternly warned, depending on who one asked) that he would break Bond’s heart if he missed it.
The intel seems decidedly dodgy. As Q watches Bond sweep Madeleine into a kiss for the ages, he knows the man’s heart is impervious to any fractures today.
That belief only strengthens when he catches Bond and Dr Swann making the rounds during the cocktail hour. Q watches them move amongst the crowd in a united front, accepting drinks and charming the metaphorical pants off everyone. There’s one particular couple they very nearly charm the literal pants off of if Q can draw any conclusions from all the touching, smiling, and slightly too-loud laughter.
As for himself, he loiters at the edges of the party. That means he’s the last in a line of people, but both Bond and Dr Swann look delighted to see him. Bond even goes so far as to say it.
“Q. They always do say to leave the best for last.”
“Congratulations, 007. Dr Swann,” he says with a smile, sidestepping Bond’s compliment. “It was a beautiful ceremony. Just lovely.”
He directs the latter to the new bride since he very much doubts that James Bond has been knee-deep in floral arrangements and seating charts in the last few months. Though, who knows, really? Bond might have replaced his hours at the gun range for examining fabric samples. One had to have a hobby after all, and when killing and resurrection were out, well…
“Q, please,” Dr Swann demurs.
“Right, yes. Madeleine. My apologies.” He raises his glass to her. “You look utterly enchanting. Your dress…I mean, my goodness. You’ve rendered us all speechless.”
He’s surprised to find there isn’t a hint of bitterness in that compliment. In her understated, figure-hugging silk gown, she looks exquisite and radiant in the way all happy brides are.
Bond hums. “How come she gets to first name basis within a year, and I’m still 007?”
Ah, and there’s the bitterness. You weren’t always, comes the ill-advised thought. You know it and I know it.
Q clears his throat.
“I’m afraid it’s only people who don’t make a point of destroying my equipment who get to first name basis.” Q turns to Dr Swann. “Has he been treating the car well?”
“Perfectly.” She aims a smile at him that travels and ends in a soft look at Bond. Q isn’t sure how much more he can take of this. “He’s been ever so responsible.”
“You’re sure you’ve married the right man? That seems completely incongruous with his personality.”
She laughs. “It does, doesn’t it? And yet, he’s been very good.”
They’ve become momentarily distracted, as is the custom of newlyweds everywhere. Q looks away while they kiss, twisting his fingers around his glass of bubbly. He’s never quite gotten the hang of delicate champagne flutes like this. They always seem far too breakable, the stems especially. All afternoon he’s been expecting his to snap.
It is a very long kiss.
From the other side of the garden, over Bond’s shoulder, Moneypenny sends him a sympathetic look and makes a show of pouring him a shot of one lethal spirit or another. Tequila, most likely. Never in his life has Q longed quite so much for the taste of strong alcohol followed by a blackout.
He returns to earth when he hears Dr Swann address him again. “I’ll give you two a moment. I need to talk to the photographer.”
“Ah, of course. I’ll let you—”
But Madeleine has swanned off (Q pardons himself for the pun), and Bond suddenly has a hand on his arm. It feels as warm as the sunburn on the back of his neck. Warmer, even. And terribly familiar.
“Thank you for coming,” says Bond with quiet solemnity. “I know it’s hard for you to get away these days.”
“Oh, nonsense. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” Fortunately, just as Q is on the edge of saying anything more sentimental, he remembers why he’d waited to catch up with Bond in the first place. He reaches into his pocket. “Here. Thought I’d best not leave this with the other gifts.”
He holds out a little black box, and Bond takes it, his lips already curling in a smile. Somewhere in a tree nearby, a pair of robins sing.
“Is this what I think it is?” Bond doesn’t wait for an answer. With barely-suppressed excitement, he opens the lid to reveal a fountain pen — an engraved dark blue and silver Montegrappa.
Q tries not to grimace as Bond reads the description. In hindsight, Yours, Q, may have been a little on the nose.
If Bond thinks so, he doesn’t show it. When he looks up, those bright blue eyes are filled with cheeky wonder, the sort he used to aim at Q over blink-and-you’ll-miss-it weaponry and hacking jobs that shredded the software systems of rogue governments.
“Does it do anything?” Bond asks.
“It writes a lovely letter. If that doesn’t attract enough attention, try twisting the nib ninety degrees and clicking down twice.” More seriously, Q continues. “I do hope you won’t need it for a purpose beyond letter writing, but on the off-chance you do…if there’s anything you need, anything at all...”
He trails off. No ending to that sentence seems quite right. Call me seems too trite, and he doesn’t actually want Bond calling for the odd favour, not when the mere thought of the man has Q feeling like glass about to shatter. I’ll be here really is far too on the nose. Of course he will. Q will forever be in England, in London, at MI6. Bond will not. I’ll provide it is shockingly redundant. Bond has always known Q would give him whatever he asked.
After a moment, Bond looks over at Madeleine. His thumb repeatedly strokes over the pen's engraving. Q suspects he's completely unaware he's even doing it.
“I think I have everything I need.”
All of a sudden, Q can taste salt and phlegm. He swallows it, hoping his useless, mundane, selfish heartache isn’t audible.
“Yes. Yes, I suppose you do. Excuse me.”
On the way to the bar, Q downs his glass of champagne in one gulp and looks directly into the sun. When Moneypenny asks if he’s all right, he pretends that’s why his eyes are watering.
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patrice-bergerons · 1 year
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I'm awake at 4am thanks to COVID so let me give you the Spectre fix it idea I just had as I was falling asleep.
So I've read a bunch of fics premised on the idea that Bond doesn't really love Madeleine at the end of Spectre and/or doesn't really mean what he tells her at the end of NTTD and while I enjoyed my share of these stories, I want to go the other way.
I want a spectre fix it in which Bond is just as 'in love' with Madeleine at the end of Sprectre as he is in canon but they thru very amicable means realise what they are doing is less about love and a lot more about running away from their pasts and their lives.
It starts when Bond goes to Q to get the Aston Martin and finds Q exhausted and cranky. He makes a quip like ‘I knew I was your fave 00 but didn't think me leaving would cost you that much sleep’, at which point Q snaps. Says, 'you think the whole world turns around you, don't you, you prick' and Bond realises in an instant that (a) he fucked up and (b) something is wrong. He is right--Tanner in fact had a medical emergency the night before (I'm thinking small heart attack? something serious enough to scare everyone and have a recovery period but be recoverable from) and the last thing he said before he lost consciousness was 'not a word of this to Bond.'
Bond was always Tanner's favourite too you see and so few 00s make it to retirement, he did not want Bond worrying about him or delaying his well deserved retirement on his acct. Bond coaxes this info out of Q though and of course the moment he knows he cancels his plans.
Madeleine is extremely supportive of this and the story is one where the two of them - with the most time on their hands - quickly integrate into the Tanner family's support system, taking the kids to football practice and the zoo, cooking and baking and distracting. In the process Bond also realises just how much Q and Eve (and even M) are struggling in the aftermath of the Denbigh mess, having been chased and shot at and with no ability to take time off to recover when they have an inquiry on their hands. So they start cooking and baking for them too. Bond whose retirement from MI6 was not quite finalised yet decides to stick around for a bit longer so he can help clean up the mess and testify in front of the parliamentary committee.
This is a found family fic more than anything I think, one where Bond realises he has not been there for friends who risked life and limb for him and wants to do better, and one in which he faces the demons he was trying to run away from as well such as the fact that Blofeld is his foster brother who killed the one man who cared for Bond.
And then Tanner is all better and the inquiry is over and Bond finds himself thinking I care a whole lot about Madeleine but do I want to drop all this and go gallivanting around Europe when Tanner's older kid's playing in a cup final the next week and Q is going all out for his birthday party next month? Madeleine for her part gets a top offer from a place in Paris and she knows if she tries she could also find something good in London too but this position was her dream since she was in uni, does she want to drop it for a shot at a life with Bond? Ask him to move to Paris with her?
And the answer is no for both of them, it's bittersweet but not even that much of a real question once they start thinking about it. So they go their separate ways but on the friendliest best of terms and there is always a spot on the table for Madeleine whenever she comes back to London.
I think this is also a verse in which Q had feelings for Bond for a while and the fic ends on a hopeful note for them, not with them together per se but closer now than ever and with an understanding that they have time, to find their feet and to commit to a future.
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swannscroft · 2 years
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ares was the god of war, violence, male virility, and defender of the weak. he had a weakness for goddesses and women. he never bothered to conquer them, he simply made them his own. aphrodite was the goddess of beauty and sexual love. gods, mortals, or anyone else who saw her were enchanted by her beauty and she knew it.
the god of war fell madly in love when he met the goddess of beauty. unlike what he did with his other lovers, he decided to win her over. he bought her gifts and complimented her constantly to gain her love. the two spent a lot of time together until aphrodite fully reciprocated. (x)
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milkwithginseng · 2 years
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I couldn’t forget the Swann part of 00Swann, here’s a quick little sketch study I did of Madeleine from the Matera sequence as reference. 
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danutzcraig007 · 2 years
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They are so cute 🥺
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melis-ash · 9 days
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drswannbond · 6 months
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00Swann in The Guardian!
Today, in the list of things I didn't expect to see when scrolling The Guardian's front page, I give you...
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There are so many things that I love about it:
they picked an illustration that is not a production still, meaning that the writer or the image provider had to deliberately put the film on and freeze it mid-kiss on the best-looking frame (the parted lips!! the purple hues!!) — glad to get validation that it's not just deranged people like me doing this <3
Léa Seydoux is pictured twice in the article — you go girl, keep fighting the good sensual scene fight like the trooper that you are (too bad they had to take BITWC as the second example tho)
don't let our small fandom numbers fool you: 00swann is enough of a recognizible ship in the whole wild world that The Guardian would use them as a header for their sex scene article!!
With that said, shame on the interviewee who is throwing NTTD in the bucket of the films that only use women as sex objets. That may have been true of the James Bond films of decades past, or even for some characters of the CraigBond run like Monica Bellucci's or Gemma Arterton's (after all, you can't have Ms or Moneypennys all the time), but how can you hope to be taken seriously with that sort of comment when NTTD's entire plot is built around the female love interest?
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luminiferocity · 10 months
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Watch our souls fade away, and our bodies crumbling
Don't be afraid, I will take the blow for you
- Hoodoo by Muse
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captsharonstark · 1 year
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“You look…”
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“You look incredible.”
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blindmanbaldwin · 1 year
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“That was the challenge, to create this final chapter [”No Time to Die”]. The key to it really was in bringing Léa Seydoux [Dr. Madeleine Swann] back. This woman is such an incredible actress. She is so truthful, and so real. That’s what made the relationship between them [Swann and Bond] really work, that you really believe this woman. And it’s so moving, her whole portrayal of this character. From the moment she’s in the car and she says ‘I have something to tell you’. And Daniel [Craig] is in his mindset and he shuts her up, ‘I bet you do’. To the last few moments, which are just heartbreaking, when she says ‘But everything’s good now.’ I really think that Léa was so key to making the emotional stakes of this movie so high...was brilliant in creating the opening of this movie when you realize that you’re seeing the backstory of the woman who is the most important woman in the Bond series.”
- James Bond series producer Barbara Broccoli on Léa Seydoux in No Time to Die
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chieftyphoonchaos · 1 year
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Ethan Hunt and Ilsa Faust in Matera on vacation❤️💕🥰
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Ilsa : I have very good news.I am pregnant, you will soon be a father Ethan. Ethan: you make me so happy Ilsa.
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Ilsa : Your Mission, if you choose to accept them.tell the big news to my parents that they are going to be grandparents
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Ethan: I accept the mission, they are against our relationship, but now they will be happy and not make a fuss about it anymore.
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Getting our little princess pregnant….How dare you Ethan Hunt….Die!!!
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Ethan : Ilsa, your parents are beyond reason; we are going to Venice on vacation.
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Ethan : And I will love you, and I do not regret a single moment of my life that led me to you. Except that you have such unreasonably stupid parents :
Ilsa : I Know...I Know Ethan.As long as they don't act reasonable, they won't see their grandchild.
Ethan: I totally agree with you IIsa.
Ilsa We have with our future child "All the time in the world" Ethan.
Ethan: I know...I know ilsa.
😂🤣💕
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