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No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day
You can choose what stays and what fades away
And I'd do anything to make you stay
No light, no light
Tell me what you want me to say
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james : i need no one and the last thing i want is someone needing me
q : and yet , here we are
Empty Chambers
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"With his right thumb, he made the cylinder spin again before clasping the gun back together and pressing the barrel against his temple.
A game.
He had been sceptical at first. For surely that was a stupid game. His stomach would always quiver whenever his friends would pretend to play it – because more often than not, they were only pretending.
Now, now, things had changed. He had learnt how to appreciate the subtleties of it. The odds, the hazards."
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On one of those nights again, Alec plays Russian roulette.
007 fest: 31 days of fic recs
— day 3: come a lily, come a lilac by @senatorgana
“Do you make it a general rule to ignore your customers, or am I just special?” The man asks, and gosh, Q’s never seen eyes that blue before. Like a Great Forget-Me-Not, and Q has never before appreciated how aptly named those little flowers are. The man gives him a knowing smile, and Q realizes he’s been staring a hair too long. “Oh - well - Most people just pick what they think is prettiest. It doesn’t require a lot of input from me.” The man walks up to Q, leaning against the counter between them. “Well then, what can I do to get your input?”
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A normal morning in Q'house.
Might looks a bit wired, need more practise on Photoshop.
The original picture was from London Spy, which BROKEN MY HEART.
part 2/2 of a commission i did a few weeks ago for the dear @timetospy in the spirit of ongoing 007 july fest! it was a pleasure working for you, darling, and you were an angel when dealing with my late schedule <3
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
New OOq fic here
“Doing alright?”
“Quite insistent today, 007,” he smirked, actively trying to suppress the surge of annoyance that was growing in him. They had agreed that whatever would happen to them, it would never have any repercussions on their work, but Q was finding it increasingly difficult to be discarded like a dysfunctional toy and then have to undergo fake sympathy at 2AM. He lifted his eyes up to Bond’s level, challenging him bitterly, before realising that his interlocutor’s look was directed towards his wrist and more precisely on his left hand that was clenching it. The gesture had been unvoluntary, just born out of temporary comfort from Q’s side, but now he regretted how obvious it was.
