#bentfics

apples are fucking healthy (sequel to what good would wings be) good omens au, bond/q/moneypenny ot3, rated m, 5k words

"You see, she's a temptation herself. And you can't tempt a temptress." "That doesn't help me." "It wasn't meant to. You're not supposed to do anything." "Anything?" "Not a thing." Q kisses the bewildered expression off Bond's face, though he's been keen to improve it over the years that only Q can really see it. "If she wants you, she'll come and get you." Bond lays back, already lethargic, and lets him take the kiss downwards. Q is such a terrible influence. "And does she want me?" "That's enough secrets for today, Mr. Bond." [In which Bond and Q are an angel and a demon with An Arrangement, respectively, and Moneypenny is the Woman, in all senses of the word.]

"You're twisted," Bond said, honest for once, because heaven help England if this boy ever turned against her.

"Q," Bond says, fighting a smile. Q lets his own spread on his face like a forest fire, wide enough for the both of them. "007."

It's neither of their real names, but they shake on it. They've been playing pretend for a long time.

Er liest die Zeit ab durch die Farbe von Qs Lippen.

"Dear boy, do you want to stop drowning?" He chokes out a yes.