#quantumofsolace

[Main characters: James Bond x Reader (See author’s note!)

Plot: After losing connection with Bond, the reader and Eve are left to pick up the pieces of a challenging puzzle...

[A/N: After an incredibly eventful year it is finally here! The next addition to Bond’s New Flatmate! I don’t know who is still reading but yikes I have a lot of Kudos and comments I wish I could get through! I am so sorry if I haven’t been able to respond to them, from now on I will be on it and I love to see people finding humour in this story! No Jonathan in this chapter but a lot more action to come and watching the reader’s mind at work! I also apologise for the amount of promises made in terms of updates and time, a lot has happened since then but I’ll try and upload when I can! I’ve not given up on this story just yet!]

Link to the full chapter (On AO3):

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18790765/chapters/82223395

[Recap:] “I don’t think someone from the MI6 would tip Longwell. Bond was very discreet about this.” “Well I think you can hazard a guess as to who did though.” Eve turned the laptop around. You see a photograph of Jonathan standing with Madeleine at a bar in Geneva. There were many photos of them in different places, you knew these were taken while you were at the hotel, injured. “Looks like they’ve been having a lot of meetings and a couple of weeks prior, Madeleine was seen with Longwell in the Bahamas. I’m sorry Y/N.” “Don’t be. There’s uh - nothing to be sorry about.” You shrugged, staring into the laptop. “I need surveillance on Dr. Duck and Jonathan in the past three weeks and their whereabouts right now.” “You mean Swann?” “Now’s not the time. We need to track them. I’ll take Jonathan, you get the other one.” You opened a new surveillance tab to focus on Jonathan’s current movements. He was last seen in Geneva, as you expected, five hours ago yet there has been no update. Previously, you saw Jonathan also following Bond’s movements yet something didn't feel right, especially with his meeting with Madeleine. As the pinging got louder, Eve’s last few sentences struck you. If Longwell knew someone in the MI6 was onto him, the movements had to be organised. James’ suspension after the leak, Madeline seeing Jonathan for inside information while James stalked Longwell. “It’s a trap. We need to call Bond now! He has to call this off!” You frantically pushed through the files, trying to find a way to call Bond. Eventually, you found a pager somewhere in the things you stole from Q branch. You switched it on, flashing for Bond to turn on his earpiece. After a few seconds of flashing, you heard a voice. “Hello?” James’ voice appeared through the transmitter beside you. “ Bond abort mission! It’s a trap! Operation foxtrot is a trap!” “What do you-” The ear piece was cut.

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[7 Years ago:]

A little light from the lamp shone in your small bedroom in central Oxford. You remain snuggled in the warmth of your blanket, knowing fully well you had assignments to complete and a dissertation but you shoved it aside. Not today. Especially not after you overworked yourself and with the man lying beside you, staring at his laptop, shirtless with messy dark locks, typing away...Oh and it got worse. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. He worked through the keys incredibly fast and it became incredibly annoying. But then you realise...you fell asleep two hours ago. It was only 2 am! “I swear to god if you don’t type somewhere else-” Q, who you remembered under a completely different name at the time, sat up in the bed, focusing heavily on the laptop placed comfortably on his legs. “No can do, I’ve got this assignment due later and I’ve completely forgotten to start it.” It had been quite a few months since you started your casual fling, and that’s all it was - at first. Except he was starting to grow on you in other ways. In front of everyone he was this tech savvy, focused academic but you saw him in a completely different light. That was it. You were prepared to leave the bed and sleep elsewhere when a hand stopped you. This man caught you by surprise as his eyes were on you, not caring that his laptop was left upside down. “Look, I’m off! I’m getting off now. I was never doing any assignments to begin with. Just sending a couple of emails. I finished my assignments weeks before, remember?” Nerd. You thought. “Don’t let me stop you. Dungeons and Dragons super fans can be very dangerous when kept waiting.” You answered. Slowly to sink back into the bed. “Y/N! You are-” He scolded, prepared to fight back but you already had the covers over you. “I don’t even play D&D.” “Sure you don’t.” You mumbled. “I was doing something else!” “Mhm.” You answered with a smirk, knowing Q was on the defense. “And what was that?” “Well I might not let you see now that you’ve tried to-”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“What have you done?” You asked. He only smiled, jumping from the bed, struggling to put on his shirt. As you expected, it was back to front. That made you laugh slightly. He opened the door and the smell of fries filled the room. Suddenly, you launched the blankets from your body. “Oh my god, is that what I think it is?” Q presented the bag proudly, joining you on the bed. “I tried ordering pizza from Paolo’s but somehow he knew your special.” “Dirty fries, no he didn’t!” You snatched the bag with excitement. Q stopped you, holding your hand, staring down at your chest with a small smirk. “Hey! My eyes are up here.” You snapped, clicking your fingers in front of him. “Sorry! Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” He leaned in to share a soft and tender kiss with you.

Stopped at some soft stuff because that’s always the best way to hook you in for the chaos later. To read more check out the link below!

Link to the rest of the chapter on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18790765/chapters/82223395

Plot; You’ve just left work and without any taxis or buses available, you decide to walk home. Boy did you make the wrong decision…

[Y/N - Your Name]

[Word Count - ]

[Warnings - Terrible writing. That’s all I can think of?]

[A/N; Hope you enjoy this one shot! It won’t be posted on Instagram so I guess you can say it’s more of an exclusive piece? If you’ve heard the song ‘Make it Rain’ by Ed Sheeran, you’d understand the point of the title. I hope you enjoy this! The next part to the Bond’s new flatmate series will be up soon.]

[Instagram; @Daniels.Craig]

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You had just finished work at the MI6 and you were in a hurry to reach home by any means necessary. It was dark, late and quite cold. To make matters worse, the streets of London were quiet - so quiet that you realised there weren’t any taxis around to come and pick you up straight away. You sighed heavily and pulled out your phone when you started to feel a slight drizzle from above land on your nose and noticed it patting down on your screen. Great. You cursed as you made a quicker attempt to call for a taxi only to find that the rain had become more intense and with that, you shoved your phone into your pocket, looking around. ‘A fifteen minute walk, it can’t be that bad. Could do with a walk anyway.’ What a lie indeed. A few minutes into the walk and the force of the rain upon you had gotten stronger, curse the fact that you were wearing a hoodie, considering the fact that London’s weather was absolutely ridiculous. You tried your best to make it around another road, when you couldn’t move any longer. Your hair was absolutely drenched, you were shivering and felt the chatters of your teeth going at a constant pace, your hands wrapped around your arms for warmth, yet none of this was working. Your legs even came to the point where they started to feel numb from the freezing weather. You were definitely going to get the cold at this rate.

The moment you stopped, that’s when you felt the sudden warmth of a larger, long overcoat wrap around your shoulders. Just the feeling of the fabric itself made your shivers slow down and your core feel as though you were sat in front of the nice warm fireplace at home. Wait. Whose coat was it? You slowly turned around to find a gentleman dressed in a perfectly fitted tailored, Tom Ford suit stood with his hands in his pockets and a small smirk. None other than your friend James Bond. Well, when you’re talking friends, you didn’t know what you were. You had become very close as of late but still saw each other as friends, miraculously. Though there were a few flirtatious gestures between the both of you, which was truly remarkable. The tension was there. There were moments where you just wanted him to just sweep you off your feet, and of course it sounded cliché but what else could you say? You two found yourself so close to finally making moves that the tension was definitely there between the two of you. It had been brewing for months.

“Hello.” He said softly, his suit now taking up a lot of rain as his hair too was now damp.

You were caught up with his smile, even in the dark something about it made your heart rush, for a moment you stared at him in silence without having said a word before you realised you had his coat on. “James you didn’t have to,” You tried to take off his coat when he moved his hands on your shoulders to stop you from taking it off. “No. Please. I insist. You look good in it.” He winked.

“I uh-” God, you stuttered ridiculously didn’t you? You just didn’t know what to say around a man like him, having you blush instantly from the moment you looked up at him, “What about your suit? You know your suit can’t be ruined, it's more expensive than what I’m wearing.”

“Y/N. Don’t worry so much. I’ve got plenty more suits at home and besides, I don’t like this one anyway.” He chuckled and offered you his arm. You took it without having to even think about it as he walked with you down the street. “So where are we heading?”

You were embarrassed to say it in front of him, but you spoke anyway, soaking up in James’ coat. “Well I’m supposed to be walking home, it just happens to be that it started raining and - you can see how terrible this sounds.”

“Why didn’t you just get a taxi? Isn’t there one usually around on the lanes?”

You shook your head watching your feet make it to the floor before the raindrops did, “There wasn’t any out today and you know how impatient I can be when it comes to waiting.”

You two laughed as James kindly volunteered to escort you back to your flat. The chemistry was there. You two could talk to each other for hours about the most random situations and it would still be interesting because none of it had felt awkward no matter how close you wanted to be to him. When you made the final stop outside the flat, you let go of James’ arms smiling. “Thank you. Honestly.”

[Main Characters; James Bond X Reader (+2 Children)]

Plot; James finds himself in an absolutely shocking predicament. On his night off, he accidentally volunteers to take care of your two children, aged 3 and 5. When he thinks its going to be an easy task, it turns out to become one hell of a serious mission…

[Y/N - Your Name]

[Charlie - Your oldest son, 5 years]

[Andrew - Your youngest son, 3 years]

[Word Count; 2494]

[Warnings? Chaotic children. That’s as hardcore stuff for me.]

[A/N; I thought it would be funny to do something like this. Hope you all enjoy this!]

[IG; @Daniels.Craig]

Today was not your day. You weren’t ready to deal with the catastrophe that was your job. On a day that you were supposed to be spending time with kids, once they returned from school, you had received that unfortunate call that you had to come back to work and do overtime. Overtime. The worst thing that could be given to anyone who was a single parent. There was only one person you were glad to have in your life at that moment and that was indeed James Bond. You two had been friends for quite some time and it had gotten to the point where you were able to confide in him whenever you had a problem. He was an exceptional listener. Not really towards his employer but only for you he would close his mouth and open his ears. Shocking isn’t it? Almost a year ago, you left the MI6 for the sake of the safety of your children and realising how much time had been taken away from you spending time with them. Now, you were working a full time job and had more time on your hands - well - sometimes. At least it wasn’t as bad as working within the MI6. James hadn’t lived far from where you lived with your children. In fact, it was a twenty minute drive away, which wasn’t too bad considering your relationship with him wasn’t going to become distant at this rate. As you rushed and gathered your things for work, you realised that something was missing. There was just something odd about the way you prepared for work. It was then you saw Charlie walking around the house and realised - you had forgotten to call a babysitter to watch the boys!

See? Today wasn’t your day. You couldn’t slump on the couch at this rate and to call for a babysitter to come around quickly, you would have to wait for them which meant you were going to be late. The part of town you lived in was also busy, so both of you were bound to be even more late than imagined. This was a dreadful time for you.

“Charlie! Where’s my phone!” You panicked, once you rushed around looking for it. You heard it buzzing constantly but couldn’t find it, until you realised it was hidden in the toy car pyramid that both boys had been building. It had to be work, it must’ve been. You should’ve checked in early. That was the only way to know you were able to accept the overtime. You picked up the phone with a panting voice and answered, “Hello?”

“Y/N. Its James. Is everything alright?” He asked.

Just as you explained what had happened, Bond now had to come up with an answer on how to help you with your problems. Boy did he regret coming up with this sort of answer. He had told you, “I can take care of the boys if you want.” Behind the phone, he squeezed his eyes and bit his bottom lip in regret. James Bond working with kids? What the hell was he thinking?!

“Oh no James. You could never do that. That’s too much trouble. You don’t even get along with children!”

“Of course I do. Its not trouble at all. Don’t stress it. I’ll stop by and watch the boys until you get back. Its only a few hours anyway. Right?” His panic was incredible. Absolutely fascinating. James Bond didn’t panic at anything at all. Except he now found his weakness. Taking care of children. “Oh James! Thank you so much! I don’t know how to repay you honestly-”

“Its fine Y/N. You don’t have to repay me at all. I’m in the car now, I can come round and take care of Christopher and Alex, it is no problem at all.” He smiled. His mind didn’t agree with him though. It thought of him as an idiot who couldn’t even think for himself.

“Their names are Charlie and Andrew. I’ve told you that several times.” You paused, with squinted eyes of your own. James nervously laughed it off and said, “I’m joking Y/N! Of course I know their names! I was just - I was just joking with you.”

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The boys were wide awake and watching you as you were preparing for work. The minute Bond arrived, Charlie stopped at the door and looked up at this tall, slightly intimidating man. After all, he was the one who answered the door. He covered his mouth and gasped when he saw those crystal blue eyes glaring at him, yet he had a smile on his face and waved. “Hello. You must be Charlie.” He became silent and ran off with his action figure in fear. Bond wasn’t that scary, right? You were allowed into the family home and surprisingly for young children living inside it, the house was absolutely spotless. You had to thank him once again for volunteering to take care of your children and gave him a quick peck his cheek, to Charlie’s disgust and told the boys that they had to behave around him. You dashed off in a hurry once you kissed Charlie and Andrew goodbye and left Charlie observing the agent. Bond pulled out a flask 500ml flask filled with Johnnie Walker and took a quick sip in front of the curious boy. Charlie just couldn’t stop looking at him on the couch. He just had this menacing look about him. This random man, walking in to take care of him and his brother, something was odd about him. Andrew was already occupied, playing with building blocks on the other side of the front room. Yet Charlie kept his silence and had his eyes on the leather jacket.

“So what business do you have with my mum?” Charlie asked with his arms folded. He was the one to start the conversation after all.

“You’re a very observant little lad aren’t you?” Bond chuckled and sat back, watching Charlie.

“I think it would please you to know that I don’t have any business with your mother at all. We used to work together.”

“Oh please. She kissed your cheek. That’s more than what friends do. I know who you are and what you do.”

“Oh really?” He laughed. “That’s cute. Tell me. Did you get that phrase from some sort of action movie or something?”

“Your name is James Bond. You’re a spy working for the MI6 and have been working there for years. You don’t like children that much because you’re an agent but here we are. Face to face. Why? Because you like my mum and will do anything for your the sake of your ‘friendship.’ I know you don’t like kids because you’re sat over there and don’t even notice how Andrew his hitting himself on the head with one of the building blocks and will bruise any minute now. ”

“Who are you working for?” Bond fired with the answer from the child’s quick deduction. This was both appalling and shocking.

“I’m just smart and watch who my mother’s working with that’s all. And you should really watch Andrew because if he’s hurt, Mum will flip and it’ll- all - be - on - you. Say goodbye to that friendship you so say are taking care of.” Charlie gave a fake smile.

It was surprising for James to see how intelligent the little boy was for a five year old and while Bond had been caught up in trying to outwit a little boy, Andrew had crawled his way to the flask the Bond had and pulled it towards his mouth, attempting to drink the whiskey inside.

“Hey! No! Andrew!” He quickly pulled the flask and now this was the moment he was dreading. Andrew’s big brown eyes began to fill with tears and his lips curved, he made that small whimpering sound and suddenly an outburst of crying before Bond had happened. “Jesus. No! Andrew, don’t cry!” He didn’t listen and continued to cry. “Charlie! How do you silence your brother?” James had to pick up him and carried him around the room.

“He’s a baby. Not a sound machine, James.” The boy folded his arms in front of James once again, this time with his Dr Strange action figure facing him too. Charlie then stood up and smelt the contents of the flask. “This stinks.”

“That’s because its not meant for obnoxious children.”

“Well that was just rude.” Charlie said glaring at him. Bond slowly approached him and snatched the flask from his hand and placed it on a high counter. “You know you can’t hold a kid like that. It hurts their arms. He’ll cry.” Bond didn’t really want to hold Andrew any closer but he did as Charlie watched.

This was the beginning of a very long night. It took a while to silence Andrew and eventually he did. Bond had thrown his leather jacket aside and watched the boys like a hawk as they played together. Charlie then sat across Bond once again, this time with Andrew sat next to him and watched the way he was sat.

“What do you want now?” Bond groaned.

“So you’re an agent...You make money out of shooting people.”

“No. That’s not the premises of my job.”

“But you kill people.”

“I have a license to do it though and again that is not the premises of my job..”

“Pft. You can’t get a license to kill.”

“Um. Yes you can because I have one.”

“Prove it.”

“Why would I want to prove it to a five year old boy?”

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[10 minutes later]

“I don’t think you’re even fit to be a babysitter.” Charlie was giving James a hard time. More than what Bond had expected from such a young kid.

“You don’t say.” Bond responded sarcastically as he took another sip of his whiskey.

“Maybe that’s why you’re still in the friendzone then.” Charlie’s response had Bond there. He choked on a bit of his whiskey and glared at the young boy in absolute shock. “What?!”

“I heard that agents know how to make their move but you’re still in the friendzone. That must be a serious problem for you, considering I’m not going to let you move past it.”

“You’re too smart for your own good. You know that?”

“So I’ve been told.”

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Things had taken a turn for the worse when while Andrew was in the kitchen taking sweets from the sweet jar and eating them casually, James had to try and stop him. While that was happening Charlie went through James’ jacket pocket and pulled out his walther.

“Woah! Cool! A real gun! Is it on safety?” Charlie had decided to pretend to be a spy, as Bond chased him around the house after the gun. “Charlie! Give me that back!” He demanded.

“Pew! Pew!” He made gun noises pretending to shoot but in all honesty, the gun wasn’t on safety - which you would’ve killed Bond for. The boy was quick, he moved all around the house and hid in every single small spot there was. “AHAHAHAAH!” He screamed all around the house running as Andrew sat in the kitchen and poured the sweets from the sweet jar all over the floor. It was one of the longest chases that Bond actually ever had to face and an exhausting one indeed. Half an hour later he had gotten his gun back, Andrew couldn’t help himself but pick up an old vase, it was way too heavy for him and before he dropped it, Bond took a dive to the floor and managed to catch it. That was when the boys began running all over the house again, throwing toys around while Bond lay on the floor with a deep sigh. “This is why I don’t have children!” He grunted with a sigh.

Eventually he had to send the two to bed. He was not prepared to take care of the kids any longer. They were absolutely manic! Bond then slumped on the couch and began drinking what was left of his flask and when it was gone, he shoved it back in his coat and leant back with a long winded sigfh. Boy, this is why he didn’t want kids ever.

Just as James flickered his way through different channels, he heard the sound of whimpering from the side of the door. Charlie and Andrew both stood there with toys in their hand looking absolutely tired. More than James had been which was unbelievable. “Boys. What are you doing awake?”

This time, Andrew spoke for the pair and rubbed his eyes. “I can’t sleep…” He said softly.

Charlie was embarrassed to admit it himself as he hugged his Dr Strange action figure. “I..I can’t sleep either.”

Bond began to smile, he had finally had the upper hand against the ‘know it all’ little boy and his sneaky little brother. He then told them, “Alright. You want to join me in watching some television with me?” He asked. He expected the boys to sit across him on a separate couch, instead, Charlie sat comfortably under his arm, while Andrew curled up on his lap. For the first time ever, the two boys were silent and comfortable being near James. He wasn’t used to this.

“You know. You’re not too bad for a spy or a babysitter…” Charlie admitted, making himself comfortable under Bond’s arm. He even made room for his action figure. James smiled to himself quietly for a moment, in relief.

You made it home absolutely knackered. You just couldn’t handle another minute being back at work or being around your boss, who was a complete asshole. You threw your heels off aside and noticed the house was quiet. It was a tip, with lego pieces and action figures everywhere. But it was quiet. “Guys I’m back!” Nothing. “Andrew? Charlie? James?” Nothing again.

Hey all, I’ve been working up a masterlist for the most recent pieces and will keep adding onto them overtime. Hope you enjoy these fics!

Bond’s New Flatmate

(Status: Ongoing)

Chapter One - “Accidents Happen.”

Chapter Two - “Bitterness And Saltiness.”

Chapter Three - “Were you born in a barn?”

Chapter Four - “Duck? Swan? Same thing!”

Chapter Five - “Calm Before the storm...and then the storm.”

Chapter Six - “Hard Headed or very naive?”

One Shots!

What Happened?