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Anya identity reveal? Yor identity reveal? Loid identify reveal? What about BOND IDENTITY REVEAL? Because what do you mean the DOG CAN SEE THE FUTURE ANYA??? Many people leave this part out when talking about the big moment as if it wasn't completely bonkers. I'm sorry I don't think Loid will survive all of this combined. What do you mean the dog is also part of.. this?? *signals the whole family* absolutely cherry on top moment.
Can you kill me calmly?
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Sean Connery

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Goodboy || James Bond ||
A/n: James is so adorable in this game.
The room still smelled faintly of expensive cologne, gunpowder lingering from earlier in the evening, and your perfume that soaked into the sheets. Rain tapped softly against the windows of the London flat while the city glowed gold beyond the curtains.
You were asleep beside him, tangled in silk sheets, your face half-buried into your pillow. One bare leg was thrown over James’s thigh, warm and soft, your breathing slow and deep. Completely unaware.
Which was unfortunate for him.
Because James Bond had just woken up to death staring him directly in the face.
Very large death.
Very furry death.
Atlas stood on the bed like some ancient guardian beast from mythology, towering over James with heavy paws planted beside his ribs, one paw digging into his side. The massive dog’s head hovered inches from Bond’s face, hot breath washing over his skin while thick drool dangled from his jaw.
James didn’t move, the dog didn’t move either. The only sound was the slow, low rumble vibrating in Atlas’s chest.
Bond had been shot at in Istanbul. Tortured in North Korea. Nearly blown apart in Venice.
None of those moments had prepared him for waking up naked with a military-trained attack dog contemplating murder above him.
Slowly, very slowly, James turned his head toward the nightstand where his watch rested.
Atlas’s eyes followed instantly, as if knowing what the man was trying to do.The dog lifted one enormous paw and smacked the watch clean off the table and it hit the floor with a loud clatter.
James blinked once.
Then Atlas placed that same paw directly over Bond’s wrist.
Possessive.
Warning, its claws digging into his wrist as the dog then lowered his giant head until his nose brushed the side of James’s neck, breathing heavily against his skin. James could practically hear the animal thinking.
Hurt my master and I’ll bury you in the garden.
For the first time in years, James Bond genuinely considered the possibility that this was how he died.
Not in an explosion.
Not in a firefight.
Not while saving the world.
No.
It's gonna wind up ending him being killed naked in bed by a jealous dog named Atlas.
His eyes flicked toward you desperately and of course you remained completely unconscious.
“Darling,” James said carefully, not moving anything except his mouth, “your dog appears to be assessing whether I’m edible.”
Atlas growled.
“Right. Fair enough.”
The dog’s nose grazed his throat again.
James froze so completely he could have passed for a corpse already.
Then your sleepy voice drifted through the room, a hum leaving your lips. “Hmmm...Atlas…”
Immediately the dog’s ears perked.
You didn’t even open your eyes. “Come here, baby…”
And just like that, the monstrous beast hopped off the bed with a happy huff.
The jingling of his collar echoed through the room as he trotted around the side of the bed, tail wagging.
James remained perfectly still for a full five seconds. Then he slowly sat up, staring at the dog in disbelief while Atlas shoved his massive head under your hand affectionately.
You cracked one eye open sleepily. Your hair was a mess, lips swollen from the night before, silk sheets barely covering your curvaceous body as you blinked at him innocently.
“What’s wrong?”
James stared at you in disbelief. “Your dog threatened my life.”
Atlas sneezed.
You frowned softly, still half asleep. “No he didn’t...he's a sweet heart.”
The dog immediately placed his chin on your stomach and stared directly at Bond.
James narrowed his eyes. “He absolutely did...he's absolutely isn't.”
Atlas gave one low warning grumble.
Bond pointed at him. “See? There it is again.”
You just laughed tiredly and pulled Atlas closer. “He’s protective.”
“Protective?” James repeated. “That animal looked at me like I was an intruder in his marriage.”
Atlas’s tail thumped proudly against the mattress.
James sighed deeply, rubbing a hand down his face. “Wonderful. I’m in a relationship with both of you now.” His back hit the matress.
Closeness is its own kind of courage.