Queering the Characters Day
I already posted my head canons about all our favourite Bond characters last year. This year I decided to write a little drabble based on the hcs of Mallory and R!
The door to Mallory’s office closed softly and as he looked up, he saw R standing in the doorway, arms crossed and a determined expression on their face.
Usually this was one of M’s favourite people to visit his office. Though admittedly any person visiting him this late into the evening either was a pleasant surprise or brought news of catastrophe.
But today, M would rather have the PM barge through his door than have R stand there, showing all the tell-tale signs of a forth-coming talk.
The two of them had gotten into a bit of a tiff yesterday and the young boffin had left his house in a huff.
For a few moments, both of them were quiet, simply looking at each other, until R broke the eye-contact by checking her watch.
“We had reservations at 8.”
Mallory looked down as well, avoiding the gaze that was once again on him. He pretended to fiddle with a few papers for a moment. Then tried to swallow the growing lump in his throat silently. Though he was not successful and for a moment it seemed like the sound filled out the entire room.
“I-” He took another deep breath. “I wasn’t sure if you still wanted me there.”
R sighed and within a single moment all of their resolve to be mad at this ridiculous man went right out the window.
“Oh, Gareth.” She walked around the table and leaned against the edge right next to where his hands were clutching a sheet of paper.
“Just because we fought, doesn’t mean-“ They gathered his hands in theirs and made sure to look him right in the eye for this part. “Doesn’t mean, I don’t love you anymore. Alright?”
Mallory held their gave for one, two, three, four, all of five seconds, as if trying to determined how honest they were being, before all the tension seemed to leave his body. Clearly happy with what he saw, he nodded.
“I love you too,” he added quietly.
It was hardly the first time he had said it, but it still send a shive down R’s spine.
In the early days, admitting even the tiniest silver of a feeling had already send Gareth down a dark spiral. To him feelings were weaknesses, that could be exploited and used against him. Not just by his enemies but by the ones he loved as well.
R swore if she ever got her hands on Mallory’s wife, the woman was as good as dead.