#♤ ▋▎L̶I̶C̶E̶N̶C̶E̶ ̶T̶O̶ ̶K̶I̶L̶L̶;「interactions bond」

[insidemyblood]

@dontstoptrying​ asked: 💬 for james || send me 💬, and i’ll use a line from a sentence meme i’ve reblogged to make a starter for you

     “Nice hotel. Shame it’s a front for international smugglers.”

[insidemyblood]

Sometimes missions that seemed to start out as a search for information on isolated incidents turned into situations of high-risk connected to a bigger web. It was during those cases, when more than one Double-O agent received a debrief. 008 was the man supposed to be meeting with 0013 and sitting in the very stool James occupied, a man far more patient and cautious than Bond, and now he was dead. The mere thought made Bond's blood boil. When the Agent 007 heard the news, he volunteered to take over his duties. He wanted revenge.

“Double-O-Eight is down,” he announced the news with a solemn voice and without any rodeos. “Your target could be connected to the man responsible for his death.”

@insidemyblood​​ / v: 0013.

𝟶𝟶𝟷𝟹 𝑠𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑟, and to untrained eyes, appeared to be nursing a drink – a whiskey, simple and warm on this cold winter’s evening. Yet it was not pleasure she was here for, but business, following a trail and collecting information and intel from lose-lipped scientists in the employ of some very powerful people. 

And judging by the gentleman sat at the end of the bar, she wasn’t alone. Strange, she thinks; 00-agents generally aren’t in the same place at the same time. Surely, his presence was not mere coincidence. With a sigh, she moves towards where he is sat.

“Don’t tell me M sent you,” she murmurs into her glass.

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@mathiiildeswann​ asked: 💬 (for James) || send me 💬, and i’ll use a line from a sentence meme i’ve reblogged to make a starter for you

       ❛   it was my duty to fight for what I love.  ❜

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👌 but you won’t catch her admitting it to james

send me 👌 if your muse would bang mine || @dontstoptrying

       "In that case, I guess we'll always have Istanbul."

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👌 👌 👌 @ James. Bucky too, probably.

send me 👌 if your muse would bang mine || @spectresdaughter

Barnes:

Bucky feels immensely flattered, to a point where he could almost blush and he doesn't know what to say. Madeleine is such a beautiful woman, had he been younger, he'd be soaring about asking the prettiest gal out.

Bond:

       "I'm all yours."

// ooc: The two guys named James, what a wonderful thing XD

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@disasterdeals​​ asked: ❛ come back to bed. ❜ [vesper > bond] || 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

James was standing barefoot, getting a glimpse of the Grand Canal in the distance through half-drawn shutters and of his newly found life with Vesper. He never went too ahead of himself but a part of him was already wondering where the stream would take them next. The possibilities seemed endless and he smiled to himself at the thought.

Some old habits die hard and as it was his custom, James had been up by the time the first rays of sun filtered through the curtains. The view inside the room was as magnificent as the one outside when James first opened his eyes: the way some locks of dark hair fell so gracefully over her face, her breathing slow but steady as she slept seemingly peacefully, the skin of her shoulders exposed and still bathed in sunlight from the day before. He had to be careful not to wake her up.

Six months they'd been together and there was something he'd been itching to ask her. After pondering about it several times in his mind, James came to the conclusion that there was no such thing as the right time and he resolved to ask her his question as soon as possible. Having lost the track of time, he had missed the moment she had woken up. James turned around at the sound of her voice and headed back to the bed beside her, leaning forward to kiss her cheek gently. He was relaxed, but more than anything he was blissful. 

“I was simply admiring the view, it’s a beautiful day outside,“ he whispered.

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@dontstoptrying​​ asked: “Merry Christmas! Let’s get wasted.” || CHRISTMAS / HOLIDAY STARTERS

The Double-O-Seven had started his personal celebration early, while surprisingly, he filled out all his reports.  People had started leaving the MI6 offices early to meet friends, family, or loved ones, no doubt. James's date was a bottle of Macallan Fine Oak, already half empty by the time Moneypenny came to find him.

Year after year, James tried at all costs to be sent abroad for missions during the Christmas holidays. Nevertheless, M had suggested for him to take two weeks off after he returned from Luxembourg, perhaps as an act of good spirit, but to James it was an excruciating call. His flat in Chelsea was the complete opposite of what a home should be for Christmas, it was empty, cold and dark. Not that it bothered him in the least any other day of the year but that night was different.

“I thought you’d be at home by now,” he commented, putting his drink down. He stood up and grabbed a second glass for her. ”What are you doing here?” Is not that he didn’t appreciate her company, his question was made out of shock. The agent never took her for the type to spend such a day at the office. He guessed he didn’t know that much about her after all. “Merry Christmas,” James said with a tight-lipped smile, handing her a glass of the same scotch he was drinking.

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@ciachose​​ asked: 💬 for james for rem || send me 💬, and i’ll use a line from a sentence meme i’ve reblogged to make a starter for you

       “ We need a distraction. You go left, I’ll go right, meet you in the middle. “

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Trying to chase the others would be a futile effort when instinct told James they were going to be back. The shooting had been nothing but a mere distraction and had only delayed whatever plans they had for the woman in front of him. She was the key of it all.

They were no more than local professionals but their orders and money came from a larger and more dangerous organization, one James had been chasing for months. A careful oiled machinery that left no traces or loose ends, it had been luck that he had run into an old friend who gave him a tip about a contact on the FBI working on a case that sounded a lot like what the British agent was looking for.

"Well, they certainly seemed to know you," James remarked, putting his Walther PPK back safely inside its holster, his icy blue eyes staring at her. "You need to get that checked," he said in reference to her lip, "but it's no longer safe here."

*: ･ﾟ✧ interrogation starters // accepting — @insidemyblood​ asked: “ do you remember anything unusual? ”

It all happened so fast. One minute she was leaving her apartment building, the other she was being punched in the face and shots had been fired everywhere - but not from her gun. The one time she leaves her house without it, something like this happens. Was she really never allowed to ler her guard down? The redhead was already paranoid enough. This was just pilling up with the rest of the bad days she had, and it wasn’t even on the job this one time. Now this stranger was here asking questions ( not the she’s complaining, he’s definitely a sight for sore eyes ), while Victoria is trying to figure out how the heck her bottom lip is bleeding so much. She really couldn’t believe a punch would have done such damage.

“My life is already unusual enough but no—” Victoria replied, shaking her head. “I made sure I wasn’t being followed when I arrived earlier and I hadn’t seen any of them before." 

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@theresastargirl asked: 💬 || send me 💬, and i’ll use a line from a sentence meme i’ve reblogged to make a starter for you (open for mutuals I’ve never interacted with)

       “After today, you have to assume they’re watching you.”

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“Are those facts or are those feelings?” bond

NEW AMSTERDAM STARTERS || @lannisqueen

The stakes at table five were high. James had retired already but lingered around the roulette tables, observing with a drink in hand.

"You see, it's a common mistake to think the odds of winning with a red or black bet is 50%, the odds are against you at all times, there's only one thing that matters," he explained with a smug grin.

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❝ Explain it to me then. I can be a good listener. ❞

@insidemyblood​​ gets a lyric starter from tereza  [ SC ]

❝ You don’t know what it’s like, you don’t have a clue… ❞

breaking the law - judas priest.

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celiastjms​:

A dead end. It’s something about his tone of voice, about how he uses the words that doesn’t sit right with her—- “ You got lost? ” she plays dumb, because how else would she interprete his response. “ If you did then a tour is definitely necessary. ” Celia jokes, unpromptedly taking his arm, hand resting on his bicep when she leads him off. “ You almost sound like you need to be elsewhere? ” she questions, making sure she sounds just the right amount of upset about that.

His boldness—- and she can’t deny she is impressed by that, of giving her his actual name. Not even a cover, no his actual name. Granted she is grateful because that allowed them to go digging through his past. Quite the interesting file… what wasn’t concealed at least. An MI6 agent, they weren’t fucking around. She is curious how much he already knew. Had he seen through her cover? Did he know who she was? “ Because, ” she continues, leading him down the street “ I was thinking nothing rushes us? And we have all day? ” she turns towards him, a hopeful expression adorning her features “ Although if you do have plans I will adjust the tour I had planned for us… ”

“ Yeah, should have taken a cab but I felt like walking all the way here, ” he responds with all the calm in the world, continuing in his role as the lost foreigner. Lying has become a second nature to Bond, otherwise he wouldn’t be so good at his job. “ All those films don't do the city any justice, “ James expresses with admiration, removing his sunglasses and putting them away. The view to the horizon of the sea and the other side is nothing more and nothing less than one of the most recognizable urban paintings in the world: the huge skyscrapers of New York. “ Oh, most definitely, ” he remarks and smiles once she takes his arm with such liberty and familiarity.

“ Me? I could be all yours for the day but I was afraid someone in your position must have important things to do, other places to be, some jealous boyfriend even... ” he quips with class and charm, keeping an observant eye at her reaction. James couldn't help but notice a certain man at the gala. At first, the British agent had thought he was just another one of her clients, but judging the way he looked at her and after interacting with some other guests, James found out the man was her fiance. Son of one of the two most important heads of the families of the night, heir to a considerable fortune and a potential target if he was as involved in the business with Saramaga.

“ The full tour is more than fine for me, if there is nothing else on your agenda. I'd hate to waste such a lovely opportunity since I’m guessing being a tour guide for lost accountants is not part of your job. "

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thenameisq​:

Perhaps it’s his fairly solitary existence, the fact that more often than not he’s consumed by coding across a screen or the fact that he finds it conducive to his thought process but more often than not Q finds himself complaining aloud, whether directed at a piece of tech that isn’t cooperating or to the emptiness of the room. But like other such instances he’d presumed that his words were falling on only his own ears, having missed the double oh’s silent entrance. 

With his back still turned to Bond he looks over the top top of his laptop. “No? And what word would you rather I use? Arrogant, wreck-less?” At last he turns to look at the other man, his shoulders still tense but his expression slowly relaxing. His eyes move to the keys and it’s his turn to push his lips, “Yes, I’m sure the keys to a no longer functioning car is going to drastically reduce the bill and put M at ease.” His tone is dripping with sarcasm as he nonetheless takes the keys. 

“Have you considered a career in demolition. You seem highly effective within the confines of it’s definition.” 

James tilted his head, weighing the new options to describe him, the words sounded more accurate now, he wasn't going to deny that, they went considerably well with his reputation. He nodded in agreement and took a little pen from Q's desk, examining it carefully as it looked familiar.

Bond laughed shortly. "It's not all lost, it's just... wet, extremely wet," he remarked amusedly. "If it's worth that much, can't you just get it back and fix it?" James questioned, ice blue eyes staring back at the younger man, not entirely sure if he was trying to be serious or merely teasing Q further. They had the contacts and resources to bring whatever had been salvaged back to London, discreetly, but then he guessed scrap wasn't worth that much for the department.

"I think I'm doing just fine in my line of work but I'll keep it in mind for my next undercover mission," he said with good humour. Maybe if the other went out more often, he'd stop being so judgmental about the frailty of property when guns and explosives were involved.

"How is he doing?" The agent finally asked referring to M and the crisis inside the agency, as the double-o-seven hadn't quite reported back yet. The mission had been completed but he felt like doing something else before returning for duty. "Is there anything new going around these tunnels?"