Bond returns to the Queen’s service to find Britain under threat from international arms dealers trying to stir havoc and an enigmatic Quartermaster with more hobbies than James can count. Mysteries abound both on and off mission as his working relationship with Q deepens into something more, and the price of Duty becomes clear.
Getting ready to post the opening chapter or two of this year’s @mi6-cafe ‘s Occult October Challenge (aka sp00qy fest). It’s not quite done, but I have enough written ahead that I already have more than enough for a chapter a day through the end of the month and probably three more to write.
As an aside, last year’s sp00qy fic was my first foray into this fandom, so this is also my one-year anniversary, more or less. It’s been grand! I’m seriously so grateful to be part of such a welcoming and supporting fandom. Thank you @mi6-cafe for all you do to keep us engaged.
From my sp00qy fic, now more than 15k words and a bit more than half-done and due in 14 days (headdesk)
“I’m in,” Q says. “I have eyes on you. Go down this hall and take a right when you can. I saw them enter the third door on the left off that hallway, but there doesn’t seem to be a camera within the room. I can’t see what you’ll be walking into.”
Bond slinks down the hallway, drawing his gun as he turns the corner. “I thought you said you couldn’t hack the internal system,” he whispers.
“I said it might be traceable. It’s a sophisticated system. I can get in, but it’s complex enough I might not be able to erase all traces of my presence. If this is all about to go tits up, though, irregularities in their video access will be the least of our worries.”
That’s true. “I’ll try to make sure this doesn’t go completely to shite.” He can already hear raised voices.
Then he hears a shot.
“Bond!”
“It wasn’t me. I’m not even—”
A second shot — silencer activated — sounds as he gets to the door. Three men came up here. How many are still alive?
“007—”
“Entering now.” Q thankfully goes quiet, though Bond can still hear his fingers tapping at the keyboard.
Twilight AU where Bella is rightly Creeped the Fuck Out by Edward rather than intrigued by him and, hoping to defuse the situation before it becomes a Thing, decides to talk to his “sister” about his behavior
What Bella knows about the fallout: Rosalie is out of school for a couple of days, and upon returning gives Bella a thumbs up from across the lunch room but offers no further explanation. Edward is absent from school for a couple of weeks, even when the rest of the Cullens are all there, and then carefully gives her space from then on out.
What Bella does not know about the fallout: Rosalie “Rapist Eater” Hale tore her surrogate brother’s arm off at the shoulder and beat him around the head with it while yelling “Don’t Stalk Girls” until Emmet and Jasper pulled her off of him and made her give the arm back.
are u ever too stressed to do anything like ur literally so stressed that it has reduced u to someone who stares at the wall for two hours instead of doing the things u need to do that will make u unstressed
Warning: Do not try this at home unless you were born with super Slavic knee strength
THE GUY AT THE END
Ahahah it’s not just knee strength you need, friend. It’s thighs, ass, ankles, calves, you need everything from your waist down to be horrifyingly fit and toned for this.
Also core strength. So include the waist. Everything from the nipples down.
Don’t forget absurd back flexibility
“Ballet is a really hard dance to master.”
Slavic dancing: “Hold my beer.”
My thighs are burning just watching.
I want to wake up to watch this every morning for the rest of my life. What a joy to behold.
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