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imabeautifulbutterfly · 3 years ago

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Late - Part Two

Summary: Dr. Myrica and Bond find themselves in another tricky situation

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

I hope everyone is having a fantastic week and will be having a splendid weekend coming up. This was written, when a very lovely mutual @valeriegreyy asked for a sequel. I am happy to provide it. I hope it’s everything you wished for.

Thank you to the lovely @mrskenobi19 and @firstofficerwiggles for being beta readers.

Love oo

Warnings: Innuendo, unwanted flirting, dead bodies (slight description: slit throat, gunshot), canon-typical violence, fluff, kissing, angst, I think that’s all of it, if I missed any warnings please let me know.

Thank you all for always letting me know how much you love these stories. I hope you all have an amazing day and a wonderful weekend.

Feel free to drop some love, a comment and/or a reblog, it’s always appreciated. If you would like to be tagged on any future Bond fic, Star Wars fic, or any future writings, let me know. Love oo.

AO3 Link | Words: 6,012 | Part One

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“Dr. Myrica?”

“Yes” I looked up from my laptop to see my assistant standing there holding a vase of flowers. I hid the smirk that was threatening to break through, it had to be James, he was out on assignment, but he said he’d be home soon.

“You have a delivery” he advised with a cheeky grin on his lips as he stepped closer to my desk, the flowers were gorgeous, there were a dozen yellow tulips my favourite, sprinkled throughout with anemone and forsythia, both indicating anticipation. I couldn’t hold back my smile anymore, clearly this was classic James.

“Who are they from?” Like I even had to ask.

“Richard, Richard Ingwa. Here’s the card” Davis handed me the little white card, I did my best to hide the shock on my face, the smile falling away. I guess James wasn’t going to be home as soon as I thought, ‘Can’t wait for our evening together,’ ugh, now my tulips were tainted by this man.

“Why is this man sending me flowers?”

“Maybe he thinks you’ll like them”

“Maybe he thinks he’ll get into my pants”

“Want me to send them back?”

I looked from the card to Davis, shaking my head ‘no,’ “No, let’s not. Seeing as how he’s supposed to be here for our meeting in an hour. Why do we have to put up with that man? I mean honestly can’t we get a contract with another physicist? Someone who doesn’t make my skin crawl?”

“I just don’t understand why you hate him so much, he’s charming” Davis smirked, “handsome, and the way he fills out those pants, lord of mercy” Davis fanned himself.

“Then you date him, I am quite happy with my man, thank you”

“You know if you put the two …”

“Stop!” I held up my hand, “I don’t … no!”

“I’m just saying”

“Please don’t ruin James with the ideas of Richard being anywhere near him”

“Speaking of James” Davis leaned against my desk, “where is the man?”

“Business trip”

“He works for a bank right?”

“Yeah, he deals with acquisitions and mergers, you know hostile takeovers type stuff”

“So where is he?”

“Right now?” I looked at my watch, “Probably back at the hotel sleeping” I hoped that was the case, and hopefully he was there alone. I did my best not to think of what he had to do for MI6, it was easier that way.

“That must be difficult for you guys”

I shrugged, “No different than if he were an airline pilot or a doctor working odd hours, it’s just a matter of prioritizing our time when we are together. Anyways … please take these flowers and put them on your desk, so that way Dr. Ingwa can see them when he comes in”

“Well if you’re not going to make a move on him, then I will.”

“Go with my blessings” I smirked at Davis, no matter what I couldn’t help the gut feeling I had, something wasn’t right about this Dr. Ingwa, too overly chatty and too flirty for my taste, not to mention there was something about him that reminded me of Jonathan. A cold shiver ran down my spine thinking of my deceased ex. James, wherever you are, you better be safe. Well as safe as possible.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Bond was anything but safe at the moment, all he wanted was to have been home with you, to feel your legs tangled with his, to hear your snores that could wake the dead, but brought him a sense of peace and warmth every time. Instead, he was tied to a stupid table, as a mad man went on and on explaining his plan, laying out his every detail. Why were bad guys so bad at being bad guys? If he ever got the chance, he’d never explain anything to anyone, because that's how you ended up dead.

Either way at least the man was distracted enough, he hadn’t seen James fiddling with his straps, he just needed one more minute of distraction, and then he could be done with this man and back to you. To your waiting arms, that wiped out everything about his assignment.

Every time he came back he reassured you that how he used to acquire information was not his go to method anymore. He made a point to keep himself for you, only you got to touch him, and right now he just wanted to feel your hands carding through his hair, not this maniac’s voice echoing through the room.

“Well Mr. Bond, any last words?”

“Just one”

“Oh?” The man leered at Bond, closing the distance between the two.

“Myrica” Bond’s hand was free as he reached up grabbing the collar of the man hovering over him, his forehead connected with the man’s nose, breaking it. The blood trickled down the man’s face as shock and disorientation took hold of him. Bond freed himself with a speed that surprised himself, disposing of the man that had threatened the future he had with you. He destroyed the facility as he made his way out of the compound, ignoring the pain that radiated through his body. He only needed to get home to you. That’s all that mattered, if what this man was saying was true, you were in just as much danger as he had been not mere moments ago.

The explosions behind him closed in as he looked around for an escape out of this madness, there among the smoke was his exit, a Kaman helicopter, it would do for now till he found a way back to you from the middle of nowhere.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“I’m sorry, but you’re wrong Dr. Myrica”

“Explain to me how you think I’m wrong, I’ve done the calculations myself”

“You are completely forgetting the boosters that need to be detached, that in itself will affect the speed and incline of the shuttle.”

“You are forgetting we solved that particular problem by having reusable boosters, hence the refuel in space”

“You’re wonderful” Richard stated as his eyes held wonder in his eyes.

“Thank you, but let’s focus on the reason you are here”

“I say we focus on this over dinner”

I let out a long sigh, “How many times will I have to tell you I’m not interested?”

“You will be”

“No. I won’t”

“What does this man have that I don’t?”

“You mean besides manners?”

“You’re quite feisty and loyal for someone who has been betrayed more times than a Royal”

“Excuse me?” My eyes locked with his, was he talking about Jonathan?

“I heard a rumour that your previous boyfriend was less than stellar, so maybe your taste in men is worse than you think”

I pressed the button under my desk for my assistant. I've only had to use it a handful of times. It was an emergency button that told him to come rescue me, either from a boring meeting or from something that made me feel unsafe. “Dr. Ingwa, I have no idea what you are referring to…”

There was a knock on the door as Davis opened the door, “Dr. Myrica?”

“Yes, Davis”

“You have a phone call, Doctor, it’s pretty urgent”

“Thank you, Davis. Dr. Ingwa, I’m sorry but we have to cut this meeting short.”

“That’s okay, love, we’ll meet again” Richard stood winking at me, “Like I said, I can’t wait for our evening together”

“We may need to reschedule that particular test launch”

“Whenever you decide, I’ll be ready and waiting” Richard adjusted his belt on his pants drawing attention to his lower half, I looked elsewhere, as a smirk appeared on his lips. He grabbed his coat, bowing his head once and headed out of the room. “Davis,” he nodded to him too, smirking as he walked out.

Davis walked in closing the door behind him, “Okay, I get it now, the man’s a creeper.”

“Thank you, Davis. Honestly I don’t trust him.”

“You're going to do a background search on him”

“I think it might be a good idea, I know HR would have done it, but there’s something not quite right with this man, and the sooner I can alleviate my own concerns the better.”

Davis nodded at my resolve, “Would you like a cup of Earl Grey?”

“Yes, please, that would be lovely. Thank you” Davis turned and headed out, “Davis…”

“Yes, doctor?” He turned back to look at me, his hand on the door knob.

“Has James called?”

“No. Not yet.”

“He’s probably busy” I offered a soft smile, “Thanks” once he left and closed the door, I let out a shaky breath, I wanted to feel James’ arms around me, he had been gone for two weeks now, and I missed him. I picked up my phone, absentmindedly dialing the number that had been burned into my mind since I started this job.

“How may I direct your call?”

“Orbital”

“One minute”

“How can I be of assistance?” Moneypenny’s voice came through strong and confident.

“Hello Moneypenny, it’s Dr. Myrica”

“Ahhh Doctor, it’s been a minute, how are things going?”

“Good, how are you?”

“Fine, thank you. How may I be of assistance?”

“I have a request”

“Of course”

“Background search on a Richard Ingwa, physicist, has been hired by SpaceX to put real world application to my mathematical equations.”

“SpaceX would have done their own background search, correct?”

“Yes, but there is something about this man I do not trust, he made an implication to the man I knew as Jonathan. He didn’t outright state it, but as far as I understood from 007 that incident and the knowledge of Jonathan had been marked as the highest clearance possible.”

“That is troubling, is Ingwa, spelt I-N-G-W-A, or with an E?”

“With an I”

“I will assign an analyst to get together a profile as soon as possible, I will also bring this to the attention of M and 007”

“I thought … “

“You thought?”

“Nothing. Thank you, Moneypenny”

“Eve”

“Thank you, Eve”

“Anytime, Dr. Myrica”

I hung up the phone looking at the cell phone. How was she going to bring it to the attention of James, if he was on assignment? Did he come back? If he did, why hadn’t he contacted me? Was he injured? Where was he? Did he lie to me? Was that what Richard was insinuating, that I had been betrayed by James?

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Bond was finally able to relax, he was at the safe house, only a few more hours, and he’d be by your side, he’d protect you. Keep you safe.

“Eve, get me home”

“We are, it’s just going to take a matter of time”

“She doesn’t have it”

“I know”

“What do you mean?”

“She had us do a background search on Richard Ingwa”

“He’s there?”

“He’s working with her”

“Eve, I have to get to her, I need to …”

“I know. Trust me, I know. We have agents watching her, she’s protected. Hold on…”

Bond paced back and forth, this is ridiculous, he needed to get out of here, maybe if he called Felix, he’d be able to get him home sooner.

“Okay, I have an extraction point for you, 5.9 kms from where you are, there will be someone waiting there in 50 minutes, if you miss this…”

“I know. Thank you.” Bond hung up the phone, he had to leave, and he had to leave now, even at full speed running he’d just make it.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“Dr. Myrica?”

I looked up from my laptop, there was still several hours of work I had to do, so I wasn’t heading out any time soon. There, leaning against the door was Richard, he licked his lips when my eyes locked with him. There was a feeling of complete disgust that began to pool in my stomach.

“Dr. Ingwa, what can I do for you? I have a lot of work to get through” I drew my attention back to my laptop.

“I’m here to ask you to reconsider our dinner”

“Where’s my assistant?”

“Don’t know” his voice was nonchalant and with an attitude that showed he clearly didn’t care he was overstepping. “Back to the subject at hand,” He stepped closer, “let me take you to dinner, you’ve been cooped up in this office all day. You need some fresh air, some entertainment and a reprieve from the monogamy … I'm sorry, I meant monotony.”

When I looked up, I hadn’t realized how close Richard had got, there was a grin that unsettled me on his face, not to mention he was practically leaning over the desk, I pulled back.

“Dr. Ingwa, I do not appreciate how close you are, please back up”

“Richard”

“Dr. Ingwa” my annoyance was radiating through.

“Why are you being so difficult? I can provide you with anything you wish”

“Except for the ability to leave me alone”

“Clever. Tell me, my dear, do you think that James is the only one that …”

“Excuse me?”

“I said, do you think that your boyfriend …”

“No, you said James, and I’m quite sure I never mentioned his name”

“Are you sure about that?” He leaned in even more, his eyes roaming all over me. I stood making sure to keep the chair between the two of us.

I glanced past him to see movement, “Davis!”

“Yes, Dr. Myrica?” He walked in shocked to see Richard standing in front of my desk, “Dr. Ingwa, I’m sorry I didn’t see you come in”

“That’s okay Davis, Dr. Ingwa was just leaving. Would you mind escorting him outside the building.”

“Of course, Dr. Myrica, I was just on my way out, so it’ll be no trouble.”

“Thank you, Davis. Goodbye, Dr. Ingwa”

“Sweetheart, you don’t know what you’ve done”

“Correction, I believe it is you who hasn’t realized what he’s done. Thank you for all your help Dr. Ingwa, but I do believe your contract will be rescinded as of this moment.”

He stood his full height, his brows furrowing, “You can’t do that” his tone dripped with anger.

“Actually, I can. It was my decision whether we were going to finalize your contract or not. Again, thank you for your effort, but your services are no longer required.”

“Dr. Ingwa, if you’ll follow me” Davis motioned with his hand, directing him to the door of my office.

“You’ll regret this” was all Richard let out, as Davis closed the door behind them. I let out a breath, finally able to relax. This man was out of my life for good. I sat at my computer sending off an email to the head of HR and security, revoking Dr. Ingwa’s status.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“As soon as I land, I need that equipment Q”

“I understand, James. I don’t understand what he wants with her?”

“Her skills”

“Her math skills?”

“Not only that, she has access to all of the research, as the head mathematician she needs to be able to look at every piece of research, making sure the numbers work. She’d be able to help them catch up on ten years of research.”

“I see”

“The first group to Mars, will have control over any ground breaking research, they’d be able to control the pricing on any demands.”

“It always boils down to money, doesn’t it”

“Unfortunately”

“Your equipment will be ready for you at the designated rendezvous”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

I headed down to the garage, it was a long day and frankly I just wanted to rest, soak in a bath, drink some scotch, maybe order some Chinese and just relax. Every time I met with that man, my whole body reacted, it was like being under constant stress, like my body knew something before my brain did. Thankfully, after today, I wouldn’t have to deal with him ever again.

It was quiet as I left the elevator heading to the garage door, which was odd, there usually were at least two guards per garage floor. As I headed to the security desk, I noticed the agents were gone. Before Jonathan something like that wouldn’t have phased me, but now … I stopped, looking around the area, trying to see if maybe there had been an emergency they were called to, when my eyes noticed drag marks on the ground leading away from their chairs. I clutched my bag closer to my body, trying to walk as quietly and softly following the marks. They led to the storage closet, my hand reached forward, shaking as I turned the knob, there on the ground with her throat slit was the security agent that was positioned at the garage entrance for my floor, the other agent lay beside her a gunshot to the heart. My hand covered my mouth, this couldn’t be happening again. Dear God, not again.

I closed the door, grabbed my phone, and tried calling James, but it wouldn’t connect. Damn it! I tried calling Eve, same thing, it kept trying to connect but no matter what it couldn’t dial. Crap! I looked at my phone, No Service, what’s the point of having a phone if it doesn’t bloody work! Dalek hells! Okay, just breathe. What would James tell me to do?

‘Stay out of the way’

‘I can help’

‘I think you’ve proven that you can’t’

Okay that’s not helping. Forget what he would tell me, what would he do? ‘Deal with these pests’, okay for that he would have to know who these pests were. He would have to go somewhere he could actually monitor these people or persons, whoever they were. Control Room.

I headed out of the hallway, and walked as though I had forgotten something back in my office, I took the elevator back upstairs. There were cameras everywhere, they would be watching me too. Why did I have to work late? Why did I send Davis home? Okay, breathe. Think what would James do?

Take out the cameras, that’s easy there’s an electrical junction box on each floor, it’s meant to keep security to each floor, a flaw I thought was clearly overlooked, but then it was also genius. I could seal off the floor, lock it down, turn off the cameras, and keep myself safe on that floor. I got off four floors above mine, I went to the junction box, pulling out the fuses, initiating a floor lockdown. I kept the fuses with me, and the override key, which would allow me to open any door on the floor.

I opened the door to the stairwell and headed down to the next floor doing the same thing, and the floor after that, until I ended up on my floor, thankfully the entrance to the stairwell was hidden from the camera angle, and whoever designed to have the electrical junction box beside the stairwell was my hero, at the moment. I pulled the fuses and took the override keys.

Okay, I was able to lock down four floors. Now I needed to find out who this person was; I headed to the main floor security desk, it wouldn’t be able to provide me all the information I needed, but it would allow me to understand what was going on. I would have to hack into the system, to try and gain some control, maybe I’d be able to raise the alarm.

- - - - - - - - - - -

Bond arrived on the roof of the SpaceX building, he had been able to tap into the feed of the security system, all floors between the 18th and 15th were lockdown, that would probably be where you were; from what he could see on the cams there were was a team of twenty that had taken over the building. There in the control room was Ingwa and another man that looked familiar to him, the man failed to acquire you with the help of Jonathan, he failed to kill Bond who he knew would have stopped him. Now his only chance was to keep you locked up, hidden away, until he acquired what he needed. To be the first one to Mars, to use the resources of Mars to line his own pocket, to control the progress of human development.

The man was delusional clearly, but a mad delusional man was the one thing that was not needed in this equation, especially one that held so many degrees, from what Moneypenny had discovered.

Bond looked over the edge of the building, your office was eight feet below, he could sneak you out, no one the wiser, then take out the men one by one, if only the windows weren’t pressure sensitive, he could scale down right now.

“Q, are you in?”

“You know this isn’t as easy as it looks” Q responded on his ear piece.

“Well whenever you decide to put down your cup of tea and actually get to work…”

“How do you know I’m drinking tea?”

“Because you're always drinking tea”

“Touché”

“Are you in?”

“Yes, I’m in. The pressure sensors are off, you are free to perform your daring rescue”

“Thank you” Bond leaned over the edge, letting the descending rope down the side of the building, he took a moment to steady himself as he proceeded to scale down the edge. After this you both needed a vacation, he steadied himself against the window, using the laser on his watch to cut open a section allowing him in; he guided himself in as quietly as possible. He pulled out his gun, moving silently towards your office. The floor was dark, no one was here, leave it to you to work late and get stuck in the building. If he was here when he said he was going to be then you wouldn’t have stayed, you would have left at a reasonable hour. Bond reached your assistant’s desk, when he saw a picture of you and your assistant at an office gala. You looked absolutely gorgeous. He picked up the picture examining the man beside you, that … that was the same man that was with Ingwa in the control room.

Were they holding him hostage? Using him to get you to succumb to his wants?

Bond put the picture down and stepped into your office, your laptop was gone, your bag and jacket were gone too. If you weren’t here, where were you? What would you do? You’d try and take these idiots on, on your own. Which wouldn’t help anything because then that would mean you were dealing with them alone, you could be injured, or worse killed, or … he shook his musings out of his head, he needed to focus. Where would you be? You’d want as much information as you could acquire, either for yourself or to help out whoever was coming to rescue you.

He exited out of your office.

“Q” Bond’s voice was low, the last thing he needed was to alert anyone to his presence as he continued searching the floor.

“007”

“What’s on this floor?”

“Offices mostly, there is a security desk on the floor, in fact every floor has their own security desk.”

“Where”

“Down the hall to your right, door marked Security”

“On it”

With each step heading closer towards you, Bond’s heart began to beat faster, he could hear his blood pounding in his ears. He was going to get to you, and you were going to be safe, that’s all that mattered. Bond’s hand was on the doorknob, when he felt cold steel against the back of his neck.

“Your move”

“Sweetheart?” Bond turned his head carefully at your voice.

“James?” I couldn’t believe it, was it James? He turned to face me, there were his cerulean eyes. James didn’t wait; he wrapped his arms around me pulling me in close, I wrapped my arms around his shoulder, his nose pressed into the crook of my neck.

“You’re okay”

“You’re here”

“Of course, I’m here”

“Yeah, I’m okay”

“Did they hurt you?”

“How did you get here?” we were having two different conversations but we still were able to follow our train of thoughts

“It took a helicopter, my legs, a beat up old car, a military aircraft, and a parachute”

“No, I’ve been able to seal off four floors. They haven’t hurt me” I closed my eyes, breathing in James scent.

Bond couldn’t believe it you were here, and you were okay, you weren’t injured. He pulled back to look at you, you didn’t have any bruises or cut up lip like last time. Bond pulled you into a kiss, he needed to feel your lips against his, to ground him.

“Let’s get you out of here” Bond pulled you back into a hug, you nodded against his shoulder.

“What do they want?”

“You”

I looked at James, my eyes widened, “What? Why?”

“Your access, your knowledge, everything”

“Who is it?”

“That doctor you didn’t trust”

“Ingwa”

“Yeah”

“I have to show you something” I pulled James into the security room, “I have been able to tap into the feed, and hack into the system, there’s something no one knows about this building”

“Okay, why do I feel like I’m not going to like where this is going”

“Because you won’t, in the sub basement of this building is our testing facility, for the boosters. Now in it of themselves …”

“They’re just rockets”

“Exactly, they’ll eventually burn out like fireworks, but the issue is what we use to refuel the boosters”

“What is it?”

“Chlorine Trifluoride, it’s often used as a component in rocket fuels, but our batch has more than the average, it’s specially made, because we reuse our boosters.”

“You’re telling me we’re standing on top of a giant bomb?”

“No …” I looked at James wincing, “I’m telling you, if they know it’s here and how to apply it properly, they could create a bomb that could easily flatten ten city blocks of London.”

Bond rubbed his face, “Okay, where is this stuff?”

“It’s in the research labs in the sub basements, the good news is I’ve been able to change the security protocols to the lab and have been able to keep them out so far.”

“Bad news?”

“It’s only a matter of time, before they break through my encryptions.”

“Q, have you been hearing this?” Bond spoke into his earpiece

“I have”

“Do you think you can help keep them at bay?”

“I can try. Can you connect me to Dr. Myrica?”

“Hold on,” Bond reached into his pocket pulling out an extra earpiece, “Q wants to talk to you, I’m going to head down and start eliminating these men.”

“Here” I grabbed the override keys, “These are the extra sets, red is for the 18th floor, blue for the 17, yellow 16, and orange for this floor. These are also the sub basement keys.”

“Thank you” Bond placed a kiss on my forehead.

As he began to pull away, I grabbed his shirt, pulling him into a deep kiss. “Come back to me” I demanded when I pulled away.

“Always” Bond’s hand cupped your cheek, before he pulled himself away.

“Dr. Myrica?”

“Yes, Q”

“I need you to do exactly as I say”

“Understood, I’m ready”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“12 down, I’m nearing the control room, how many are still in the room itself?”

“3” I answered, Q was busy keeping them out from the sub basement codes, “Dr. Ingwa, and two henchmen, not to mention my assistant Davis, I think he’s being held hostage”

“Okay, meaning I have five to take care of”

“Yes but two are down in the sub basements trying to break in”

“I know you have a gun, but I do not want you to confront them, understood?”

“Yes. James there’s a confession I need to make”

“Now?”

“Yes”

“Okay” Bond moved through the floor, trying to find these men.

“I don’t have a gun”

“Then what did you …”

“A stapler”

“Clever”

“There should be one coming around the corner in front of you in six seconds”

Right on time, there was the henchman in front of him, he took him down easily enough. Maybe he should get you to work for MI6 after this, be his personal analyst, after all you worked well together, in all aspects of your lives.

“Next one in two corridors, standing guard by the end of the control room hallway” Bond’s silencer barely made a noise as he took down the second henchman, “The third one is standing in front of the door to the control room.”

“Taken care of, sweetheart”

“Noticed”

“007 I need you in the sub basement”

“Kind of busy at the moment Q”

“They’re only five minutes away from breaking in, Bond”

Bond left the control room door and headed for the sub basement, a bomb took priority over information any given day of the week, not to mention a hostage no matter how valuable they may be to you.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

I watched as Ingwa and his henchmen were talking, Davis looked from the three of them back to the control, maybe there’d be a way to communicate with him.

“Q do you think I can set up a patch in order to communicate with Davis?”

“I suppose, but why would you want to?”

“See if maybe he can help us”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea”

“Why not? I know Davis, he’s …”

“He’s not tied down”

“What?”

“Look at him, he’s not tied down, no one has a gun to his head, he doesn’t even look scared.”

“It could be an act, he could be trying to appear tougher than he is”

“I’m sorry Dr. Myrica, but I don’t think that’s the case”

At that moment, Davis stood and walked over to Ingwa, his hand resting on his shoulder, Ingwa turned, placing a kiss on Davis’ lips. My mouth dropped as they continued talking with the other henchmen.

“Told you”

Just as I was about to say something, James smashed down the door taking out the remaining men. I looked away, I didn’t need to see that … my chest felt like it was tightening, why couldn't I breathe, what was wrong with me?

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Bond sat beside your hospital bed, when he came back to the room, after taking out the men who hurt you, he had found you passed out on the floor.

“From what we can tell, she had a panic attack” M’s voice filled your room, Bond nodded, he knew what probably gave you the panic attack, he should’ve shot out the camera, told Q to turn off the camera, so you wouldn’t have seen …

He was pulled from his musings when you shifted, “Sweetheart?” Bond reached up, brushing your hair off your forehead.

“I’ll leave you to it, 007. Please find me after, we will need a full debrief”

“Mallory” I called out, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Dr. Myrica, welcome back. I will need your full debrief as well”

“Yes, sir”

Bond was at a loss, he looked from you to Mallory, back to you, “What?”

“That’s my cue” Mallory didn’t wait, he didn’t need to be part of this conversation.

“James”

“No, what’s going on?” Bond’s eyes narrowed, “Do you work for MI6?”

I propped myself up, pulling myself out of my grogginess, “Um…” I cleared my throat, “long story short? Yes.”

“Why didn’t…”

“I signed a non-disclosure agreement, it was a condition of working with MI6.”

“Which is why you had access to Moneypenny”

I nodded, “I applied to be an agent a long time ago, but … well as you can imagine I’m not good in high pressure situations, or being able to read people well. What I am good at is finding out information.”

“So you’re not a mathematician?”

“No, I am. The job with SpaceX is legit, but the other side of that particular coin, is to report to MI6 with any potential issues, people who want to subvert the program, who want to use the discoveries made to lord over the public. The things that are being discovered could have devastating consequences for the public-at-large. With my position, I had access to all the research, everything that could be an issue …” I motioned to myself.

“You were responsible for”

I nodded, “I’m sorry, I never told you; I wanted to. I asked M numerous times to let you in, but he said if you knew …”

“I’d ask to be reassigned to work with you”

“Yup,” I nodded, “that’s exactly what he said” I smirked. “I understand if this is too much, if you feel you can’t…”

Bond didn’t wait, he closed the distance between the two of you, crashing his lips against you, “Are you kidding?” He mumbled against your lips, “I love you.”

I pulled back to look at him, a smile appearing on my lips, “You what?”

“I love you”

I pulled him back in, wrapping my arms around him, pulling him down with me, “I love you, too” I mumbled against his lips. James rested his head against mine. “After Jonathan, I didn’t think I could trust someone truly, I thought the next time, I’d be able to tell - - only to be deceived by Davis.”

“I’m sorry you had to see what happened to Davis”

“Thank you for coming back for me, for always being there for me.”

“I’ll always come back for you”

“Do you promise?”

“I promise”

Bond looked into your eyes, ever present not to hurt you, as he hovered over you. This is where he needed to be, with you, not chasing the next bad guy half way around the world, not stuck in some ridiculous scenario that he wasn’t quite sure he’d be able to escape to make it back to you. This is why double 0’s never formed attachments to one person, the ever clear and real danger of not making it back eventually would affect their decisions, their reaction times in the field. The moment you entered his life, the moment you looked up at him with those eyes of yours that screamed they needed comfort and safety, he realized his heart was hooked. He needed to make it back to you each and every time and that meant a decision that he needed to discuss with you. It had been an idea that was formulating in the back of his head ever since that moron wouldn’t shut up when he was tied to the table, but now that idea was becoming a more finalized plan. A plan that he needed you on board with, as he looked into your eyes, as his hands trailed along your face, he just needed you, and nothing else, his lips crashed on yours once again, the feeling of you beneath him, your lips pressed against his, each time felt like the first time for him, each time his world made sense, each time you pushed away the bad thoughts, the painful memories, the phantom pains of his previous tortures, he shifted himself above you, deepening the kiss, taking all the moments he could get for now, until you probably had to go in for a full debrief. He pulled slightly back, his lips grazing along yours, “I have a brilliant idea” he began as his lips trailed along your jaw

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, you me, we quit our jobs, sail around the world and spend all of our time naked” He shifted looking in my eyes a cheeky grin on his lips.

“I think that’s a brilliant idea”

“Really?” I nodded, his lips crashed against mine. In that moment we both knew what was going to be our future, for the first time in a long time, I finally felt complete, I felt my heart was in the hands of a man, I could trust completely.

Bond looked at you knowing this was it for him, he had you by his side, he’d wake up beside you for the rest of his days, he didn’t care about anything else, this was the plan and it was going to be all he could have ever wanted.

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cursed child broadway, feb. 23, 2020

third time seeing cc in three months for one reason: my sister is, in her words, “in love with joey labrasca” (karl). she thinks he’s absolutely perfect. this past week i’ve endured her talking about how hot he is. i mean, i’ve gotten quite a bit of good lily luna material for my fics now, but at what expense? did i need to know that joey’s (very mild) acne made him look handsomer? did i need to know about how deep his eyes are? did I?

i teased her about what she’d do if he wasn’t on, and she said she’d be so upset.

we get to the theatre, i look at the cast…and james romney was karl.

my sister was shocked. the love of her life, who most likely has forgotten about her existence, wasn’t there for what looks to be our final time seeing the year 2 cast. she was devastated.

we also got to see antoinette robinson as hermione and tom patrick stephens as ron! and sarita amani nash was myrtle!! and kimberly dodson as polly!!

james!karl was great and i will bombard my sister with as much james romney content as i can in order to piss her off further :)

patrick du laney was the sorting hat and aaron bartz was the station master. we actually saw aaron walking into the theatre as we waited outside for part 2. he definitely has the draco swagger.

anyway let’s get to the good stuff!

~james snyder as harry! great as usual. i don’t think he did much differently than last time, or if he did it wasn’t very noticeable.

~diane davis as ginny – same w james. i think she held on to albus longer when they hug in godric’s hollow this time?

~jonno roberts as draco: okay this guy singlehandedly inspired me to start a fic back in december (that has…….yet to be finished………) with how his draco and bubba’s scorpius behaved and this was no exception. idk whether his mic got caught on something or if he was really bringing it all out, but when he shoves scorpius’s head against his desk in the dark world, he GROWLED the “you do NOT use her name in vain” line ???? i’ve never heard him say it like that, it’s usually more of a hiss. idk how to describe how he said it other than “growl.” almost like an animal.

then when he said “do it safely, i can’t lose you too” he’s looking directly at scorpius. it’s different from how i’m used to seeing him and closer how i picture him saying it; usually he’s looking away, like he’s afraid of showing vulnerability to scorpius. but here, with him looking directly at him, and said with so much emotion and love, even in such a dark place…oOOF

he refused to let go of scorpius when they met again in godric’s hollow. my heart…..always one arm around scorpius’s shoulders, or one hand on his chest, as scorpius clings on to him.

~kimberly!polly SMILED and giggled when she stepped in blood? “oh, potter, i’ve got blood on my shoe!” *delighted* and then as the staircase rolled away, she turned on her stomach to gaze down at scorpius, grinning flirtatiously. this is my second time seeing her as polly, but from what i remember, katherine!polly wasn’t as sadistic in the dark au as she was. i personally prefer kimberly!polly.

~sarita!myrtle!! like w kimberly!polly this is my second time seeing sarita!myrtle and i don’t really remember much about lauren!myrtle to compare, but sarita!myrtle was hilarious. she got a round of applause just for appearing. “girls….*turns around, stares directly @ albus* AND BOYS” *albus turns around, confused, as if she’s talking to someone behind him* UGHHH she’s so good and she’ll absolutely kill it as (main) polly, i can feel it.

~this was my first time seeing jack pravda as young harry! his voice is deeper than zell’s, and he was so adorably confused in the graveyard scene. “why are there so many flowers?”

~antoinette!hermione was a lot less playful than jenny!hermione. she does try for comedic effect, but she’s a bit more serious overall. she was so scary in the first timeline! when she waves her wand to dismiss the class and she’s standing all alone, she looks out with such a distant, despairing expression, then composes herself immediately.

~tom!ron was very funny! again, my issue with ron in cc comes down to how he was written. he may have been relegated to shitty comic relief (why……is one of the first things he says……a fart joke…..?), but it’s up to the actors do what they can to flesh out some semblance of a likeable character from the bs that the script gave us. and tom!ron was great!! he’s not as…dopey? dorky? as matt!ron, who’s very funny but a bit—childish? i guess? tom!ron feels more like an adult who still has a childish sense of humor, if that makes sense.

~ROMIONE. watching a new take on romione was like falling in love w romione all over again. tom/antoinette was a very loving pair. jenny/matt tease each other a lot more, but tom/antoinette are more tactile. their kiss was so sweet

~there’s hardly any love for sara farb’s delphi for some reason. i’m not sure why; her shift from delphi diggory to delphi riddle is so chilling. delphi diggory has a high pitched voice and is really goofy around albus. scorpius absolutely hates her lmao. as soon as she switches, her voice drops to a low growl and she’s downright terrifying. i’m sad to see her go!

~WILL CARLYON. is it possible to fall in love with the portrayal of a character in a handful of scenes? he’s got like five lines total but oh my god. one thing a lot of people note about nicholas!albus is the way he’s so obviously a fourteen-year-old child. will’s james sirius potter is SUCH a thirteen-year-old in the opening scene…it’s somewhat disconcerting watching this very-obviously-twenty-something-year-old man flap his arms going “WATCH OUTTT FOR THE THESTTRRAAAAAAALS” but it works? it’s believable?? he’s so close with lily luna. this is my third time seeing him and every time he pretends to pounce on her and hug her during the thestral line i fall in love?? ginny scolds him and he is sheepish, but he won’t stop making the troll face at albus. “SLITHERING SLYTHERIN STOP WITH YOUR DITHERING” *smacks albus*

~yeah i promised jsp content and i’m fucking delivering

~he’s sO excited watching albus get sorted. when the hat goes “SLYTHERIN” he’s absolutely shocked. he’s confused. he just stares at albus, confused, until yann (jonathan gordon, who once again gives us a delightfully dislikable yann) says some shit and james just turns to him and swats his hand at him. he genuinely looked ready to fight yann. i couldn’t tell but i think he tells him to stop?? it was hard to hear but his mouth definitely moved, i think to tell yann to cut it out.

~the scene with the students eavesdropping on mcgonagall’s meeting with the parents. oh my god i don’t think he did anything that much differently than last time but i need to talk about this because i didn’t do it justice in my last recap.

~they sit on the stairs (iirc) top to bottom craig, yann, karl, rose, james. i’m gonna ignore craig, yann, and karl since there are some serious family feels going on w rose and james

~jsp and rose begin the scene smiling, snickering as they hear that albus and scorpius fucked up. “ahaha they got into deep shit” but then when they learn that they wrote rose and hugo (??whom??) out of time and then killed harry, their faces fall. james’s eyes become vacant, far-off as he learns what happened to his brother. his breathing becomes heavier and faster until he’s a few breaths from hyperventilating. he leans his forehead against the stairwell/banister and shakes his head, mouthing/whispering “no…no…”

~nadia brown’s rose is such a little shit but she’s so good in this scene. when she learns that she didn’t exist in the new timeline, she grabs james’s shoulder and he grabs her hand. they don’t let go for the rest of the scene.

~i’m like half convinced that will got the part because of his amazingly expressive eyebrows. i think my sister calls it “back row acting?” his eyebrows can probably be seen from the back row. after the mcgonagall scene is over he sits on the stairs, raising one eyebrow at rose and hermione, then goes back to reading the scroll.

~i didn’t mean for this to become a will carlyon fan account but he deserves it. according to nicholas he’s the biggest potterhead in the cast. he’s a ravenclaw. he can sing. he’s so fucking valid and i’m so glad he’s staying for year 3. he’s got two followers on youtube and one of them is me. please guys like no one talks about him and i’ll fill this niche. same with the lovely sarita. she’s so kind and so beautiful and so talented she can sing so well and she gives everything during wand dance listen i spent the beginning of this thing making fun of my sister for liking joey so much but sarita……..

~cc nyc said straight girl/lesbian solidarity

~anyway…

~nicholas podany as albus. so. Many. Tears. i didn’t realize this before but his whole body trembles when he cries?? i first noticed this when he and harry were in the slytherin common room. i was like “are his pajamas vibrating?? is this an optical illusion (they’re striped pajamas)???” no, his whole body was shaking with suppressed crying. once i noticed i couldn’t un-notice and this continued for the rest of the show.

~bubba weiler’s scorpius didn’t seem much different from usual? i could go on about him but….that’s what my unfinished fic is for……one day……….

~okay so this is where i elaborate on the scorbus moments that made me want to YEET myself off the roof of the theatre (if you had to make sense of my typos on discord: i am Sorry)

~the slytherin dorm scene: scorpius tickles albus to wake him up. he then makes himself comfortable on albus’s bed and won’t stop rubbing and patting his thigh.

~in addition to being austistic, bubba!scorp is bisexual (jon case would be proud) and here is PROOF: to flirt, bubba!scorpius leans against objects, sprawls his body out, plays with his hair, etc all extremely cheesy, greasy, suave moves. he blows a kiss to polly as he’s sprawled across the stairs. when he ROLLS down the stairs (looked painful…) to see rose at the end, he plays with his hair, shoots her a finger gun (further proof he’s bi), and lowers his voice. but the comparison i need to highlight is THIS: when he says rose smells like bread, (1) he leans against the suitcases, trying to look suave, and (2) his face is instant regret. he silently bends back and mouths “WHAT WHY BREAD?? WHAT??? WHY???” and now…when he delivers his “ENGORGIMPRESSED” line to albus, he (1) leans against the sink, (2) grins, lowering his voice, and when the pun doesn’t land, (3) his face immediately falls, instant regret, the literal definition of “oH MY GOD WHAT WHY DID I JUST SAY THAT” the same expression he had when rose wasn’t impressed. coincidence? i think NOT. he’s trying so hard to flirt but he has no idea how to interact w people im --

~delphi in the church: when the adults have all surrounded delphi with their magic in the center of the stage, albus, ginny, and scorpius are huddled together. scorpius is behind albus, clutching his shoulder and hand. albus breaks free for “SHE’S A MURDERER I’VE SEEN HER MURDER” (an underappreciated line imo) and scorpius just watches him, clearly wanting to help but not knowing how

~the final hug. my initial, endorphin-fueled reaction was, verbatim: “THE FUNAL HUG NSCWR SEEN IR LAST SO LLNG NEVER SAW NICJ HUG HIM BACK NOSES ALMOST TOYCHONF.” not even this is enough to convey my reaction to the final hug, but i’ll try my best to transcribe it.

scorpius: runs up the stairs, grabs albus into a hug

albus: stunned for a moment, then wraps his arms around scorpius’s shoulders and hugs him back, burying his face into the crook of scorpius’s neck. this is the first time i’ve seen him hug back, at least so fiercely. they stand there for a good 3-5 seconds, then albus says, quietly, “what’s this? i thought we didn’t hug.”

scorpius, pulling back but still close to albus: “i wasn’t sure whether we should…” *looks up at albus, literal inches from his face* “in this new version of us…” *more gazing into each other’s eyes for a few seconds*

albus: “well…you better ask rose if it’s the right thing to do…” he sounded unsure? not as playful as before?

scorpius: *stares at albus for a few seconds* “a..aaha………..yeah right!”

he turns around and runs down the stairs. albus goes “i’ll see you at dinner!” and scorpius turns around, smiles at him, and walks off, albus grinning and gazing so lovingly as he departs i’m gonna c r y

i can’t think of anything else to say about the show itself? but my sister has given me a lot of material so i’m gonna talk about what went on with her because it’s relevant to our stage door interactions.

as we ate, she described how she would rewrite cc. she has valid and absolutely invalid suggestions. she would keep the father/son issues, make scorbus canon, remove or rewrite rose, and rewrite delphi’s backstory (valid). she would remove the sorting hat and the dark timeline (not valid).

during the intermission between acts 3 and 4, we started looking through the playbill and she started gossiping/venting about how much she hates the people in her school’s theatre (valid, since they’re bullying assholes). i brought up a meme i sent her that i saw on twitter about how no high school theatre guys can sing, act, dance, and not be sexist. somehow this discussion went back to nicholas podany? she was like, “i’ve been listening to his songs and deep blue is a low-key bop.” i asked if she heard his most recent song, telling myself. she hadn’t and she immediately went to soundcloud to listen to it. her reaction was PRICELESS. she absolutely adored it. she was dancing in her seat, going “okay this is actually really good??” like ofc it is? i don’t recommend bad songs? she tried to replay it but then her data ran out and the lyric theatre wifi is shit so she got very upset. then the lights turned off and she reluctantly took out her earbuds.

there was a little girl (around 6-7ish, i’d say) in the very first row dressed as hermione for part one--complete with a doll and a broom. for part two she was wearing a hedwig costume that looked homemade! she was very adorable, and bubba waved hello to her when he came for the curtain call.

stage door:

~sarita came out first! we told her that this was our third time at the show and second time seeing her. i congratulated her on being cast as polly and she was so happy! dare i say…..loml

~tom and antoinette were so happy to have been the first cover romione we saw! tom was like “ah, you saw the best ron (himself)!” we were in front of a man from the uk who had seen the london show five times, and he and tom struck up a conversation about where they were from.

~nadia brown was so happy to see us! she didn’t remember us lmao but she’s so friendly

~edward james hyland (amos/dumbledore) was…politically campaigning?? the people in front of us were from vermont and he was like “ah…vermont…do you support bernie??” just like that. they were caught off guard but i think they gave an affirmative answer, and he was like “and if he doesn’t get the nomination…?” they were still caught off guard and he just went “you’ll vote blue, right…? cause it’s the right thing to do….?” idk i’m firmly liberal but i thought this was a weird place to get political but okay

~EVERYONE was telling nicholas podany about how much they love telling myself. he was telling the people in front of us about how it was mastered/mixed by solange’s producer(?) and my sister and i exchanged :0 looks. she was getting shy, but i was like “tell him! he’ll love to talk about it, i guarantee it!” because even though i produce 0 content, i *am* an artist and i *do* know that we artists love validation

~so he came to us and she started talking about his songs! we’re fortunate that it was a more rock-y song so we’re…able to sound like we know what we’re talking about lmao. growing up our mom would play us classical music (check out beethoven’s wig yo) and our dad would play us the ramones. one of my earliest memories was arguing with my sister (probably around 4 at the time) about the lyrics to “i wanna be sedated” ahh… (she was correct btw)

~(don’t argue with me the ramones may not be poets but they’re valid)

~i was right! he was SO excited to talk to us!! my sister complimented the song and the production. she said “i ADORE your new song!! it’s a high key bop!” and he broke into the BIGGEST smile. she was like “i’m gonna play it until i hate it” and he said something along the lines of “i was in the studio listening to it nonstop for 8(??) hours i can’t stand it.” he was talking about how he made the song with his “own scorpius” but i forgot who…he said scorpius and my mind blanked lmao. he’s brought this person up before in interviews so i can probably find it. she complimented the fact that it was different from his usual stuff and he told us about how he had a rock band in high school. @nick where tf is your rock content pls deliver

~i actually spoke this time and cut in to tell him about how she was trying to listen to it on repeat but the signal gave out. she was trying to tell me to shut up but it’s my legal duty as the older sister to embarrass her.

me: “I told her about your song during the intermission—”

her: “don’t!”

me: “no, nO, i told her and she was listening and then she ran out of data—”

him: “aaAa noo!”

her: “I listened to it!”

~then i told him that we loved seeing how he played albus and that we’re going to miss him, that we were going to see the cast change show but we couldn’t get tickets (i kindly left off the reason why), and he was so sweet about it *clenches heart* he told us how much he loves being able to experience this, that we’ll be so lucky to have james romney take over, etc etc i kinda wasn’t listening bc I was too emo, but I remember going “…but I don’t want to say goodbye…” and he just. gave me a sad look like “I know.” there was so much pity in his expression. why is he leaving us.

~the uk guy behind us was talking about how he’d seen the london year 3 and 4. nicholas was like “oh, joe and dom? yeah i’ve spoken to joe and dom—wait, no, i haven’t met dom? i know he has an impressive social media presence” and they started talking about how different actors bring different things to albus and how the show allows them to explore different aspects to their characters and he just…wasn’t making any of this any easier for me lmao i’m mourning the loss of nick!albus and it’s not even march

~i feel bad that we weren’t able to speak with fiona reid (petunia/umbridge) because nicholas was talking to us.

~jonno roberts. this was the first time i’ve interacted w him at sd. his draco has made such an impact on me, he’s my favorite actor in the show, and what do i say? what great words come out of my mouth? “hi you were great.” my sister KICKED me with her heeled boots. good thing i’m a lesbian because my doc martens protected my feet from the force of her anger.

~james snyder was enraptured in conversation with the people in front of us and just took our playbills to sign as he spoke with them. then he went “hi,” passed over us to talk to the guy behind us. my sister was like “you were great!”

~tbh sd was kinda messy bc we were at the end of the line and the barrier things didn’t allow for the actors to get enough room to interact with the fans at the back. also jonno was standing there and he’s not a small man.

~saw several male actors leaving sd, waving goodbye at us and just walking away. MOOD. i was exhausted and i wasn’t the one running around on stage!

#ccsquad #cursed child #hp #i see cc

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gffa · 6 years ago

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Scattered Star Wars novels/games thoughts: - As of this writing, I have only an hour left of the Maul: Lockdown audiobook and pretty much everything I said in the previous post holds true--this book just really isn’t meant for me and so a lot of my reactions to it should be taken in that vein as well as it’s based on the audio version and that has a fair amount of my focus. This is a book with a lot of violence and gore, which admittedly has never meshed well with Star Wars for me, largely because I’ve seen one too many fans tout it as more mature and better than anything for kids--which often are the same people who absolutely loathe the prequels, who hate The Clone Wars (and Rebels and Resistance) because it’s just for kids, rather than them. It’s the people who often think that gratuitous violence or rape belong in Star Wars as a matter of course. If it were just people who enjoyed a darker take on Star Wars, that’d be fine! I like things that Star Wars doesn’t really have a lot of--see all the NSFW fic I read, for example!--but it’s the idea that this is better than something hopeful and simple and fairy-tale-like? Nah, I’ll pass on that. It doesn’t help that I feel like it also really misses the point of Maul (a character who a little bit of him goes a long way for me) in that he’s pure badass here, there’s nothing tragic or pathetic about him, but instead he’s practically cool. Like the dark side really did make him more powerful. There’s nothing of how much he suffers for being so full of hate, there’s nothing of how he doesn’t have anything in his life. Honestly, it’s barely even about Maul as a person, you could have changed his name to any other Sith Lord’s name and the story would have worked just as well. Oh, honestly, it doesn’t even have to be a Sith Lord, it could have been a bounty hunter, because the Force is never used. (Ironically, in the last hour of the book, Komari Vosa shows up and the dark side is agonizing to her, in a way that shows how awful the dark side actually is, but nothing of that is ever given to Maul during the story.) Which makes it harder for me to take people’s fear and intimidation of Maul all that seriously, he’s not that scary looking! It’s only when you realize that he has the Force and he’s batshit off his rocker that you realize, oh, shit, that guy is bad news. And, like, what’s the point of a book about Maul if you’re not going to get into the dark side of the Force? Again, the writing isn’t bad and clearly this book’s aims were not for me, as well as it’s a Legends book, even though it came out in 2014, so Maul’s backstory should have been present. But the lack of that makes it much less satisfying for me, on top of how it feels like ~the dark side is cool~. And yet I get why it went there--this is a horror book and while I think the use of Maul in a horror book has potential, it’s more badass horror than heartbreaking, creepy horror. I think I made this comparison before, but it still holds true--there was a post going around before about how a constant stream of angst makes the reader adjust to it, get used to it and so they’re no longer affected by it, like your eyes adjusting to the dark. You need good times to keep them invested and keep the dark from being adjusted to--and this book could really have used that advice. It’s nothing but violence, rage, and gore, to the point that it just washed off me because I got used to it. There’s no personality to Maul beyond that he’s a Sith Lord and even then he wasn’t particularly angry, he never lost control, the most I could say is that he was tempted to use the Force sometimes, but then remembered that Sidious told him not to. There are brief scenes of Sidious and Darth Plagueis and Jabba the Hutt in the story, but given that I care very little about them, it was hard to feel much for the connections to the bigger world. The book is basically one long story about Maul in a shapeshifting space prison where they have fights to the death that they have high-paying gamblers for and it’s all way more complex (and ridiculous) than it needs to be and by the time I got to the end and the reveal of the major villain being a Chiss, I actually had to laugh. It’s just so over the top in a long line of over the top things, that it honestly surprised me that this was a book from 2014, it felt like it was written in 2000, back when all we had was The Phantom Menace. Ultimately, it’s a story that I feel like really didn’t necessarily care about this character or the space fantasy opera, that it wanted to do its own thing and that thing isn’t necessarily bad! I certainly zipped right on through the story because there was a certain smoothness to it in the way that it just rolled along, while so many other books have left me feeling like it’s actively a slog to get through them. (This is where I give a lot of kudos to Jonathan Davis, though. As much as I’m not really fond of the Southern accents he tends to give characters, I REALLY enjoy his reading, especially his female characters not trying too hard to raise the pitch and wind up distracting instead.) I’m not at all sorry I listened to this book, I think there’s an audience for it out there that would enjoy it more, especially if you’re REALLY into Maul and might be willing to pick up on the minor things in it, the way I would for an Obi-Wan book or I did for Anakin with Thrawn: Alliances. And someday I actually do want to try out Death Troopers, I feel like that might work out better for me than this one. Man, I’m probably going to end up just c&p’ing this into a novels reviews post because I pretty much wrote a review, didn’t I? orz

#maul #novels

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bookgrotto · 8 years ago

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Okay, I got tagged in two of those awesome “11 Questions” posts (aaaages ago, oh dear.) and I will cheat a bit and answer them all in one go. Mostly because I probably wouldn’t be able to come up with 22 questions. Or 22 people to tag. Will put most of it under a tag, though... because I know long text posts can be super annoying.

First, the questions by @theweirdwaysoftheweylandsreads (Who I just saw tagged me on my birthday without knowing, ha!). Thank you! 1. Ents or Golems?

Ents. Way comfier to sit on, better protection when it cains and the chances of seeing fluffy baby birds is probably higher.

2. Water sprites or forest dryads?

Water sprites. I’ve covered the forest with the Ents. Also, they might know mermaids.

3. Favourite film?

Uh. I’m not like... a film-fan or anything (more of a casual watcher) but I don’t think I can narrow it down to one. It also depends on my mood, since I mostly watch movies when I’m sick. And the more I think of it, the more come to mind (Lord of the Rings, Les Chanson’s d’Amour, A League of Their Own, Practical Magic, several Disney, anime and superhero movies...)

4. Do you read/write fanfiction? And what fandom? I read fanfics for basically every fandom I’m in. Or at least I try, but sometimes there either aren’t any or I don’t like the ones I see (especially in anime fandoms). I used to write a few fics ages ago (for Lost, Naruto, Captain Tsubasa, Kyou Kara Maou and a German tv series called Doctor’s Diary) but I haven’t written anything in probably a decade?

5. Art? yay or Nay and what type?

Yay. I guess?

6. Favourite music genre?

Uh. I’m not a music person. I like music. I appreciate music. But I don’t have some vast collection or anything. I don’t really care about artists (I do get sad about thinking some who died way too young). I don’t have a favorite. I just have favorite songs. And most of those are somehow related to movies/tv shows and stuff like that. If I had to guess, it would probably be pop?

7. Last song you listened to?

Turn! Turn! Turn! (to Everything There Is A Season) by The Byrds was on the radio earlier before I turned it off. (See? I LIKE that song. I’ve listened to it quite often... because of a tv show aka Cold Case. I still had to google the title and artist.)

8. Audiobooks? I use them to fall asleep. Which is also why I only listen to books I’ve already read. Who could fall asleep to a new story? One would need to pay close attention to not miss anything! Sadly, this is also the reason why my collection is still quite small. There are a lot of books I’d love to have as audiobooks, but they simply... don’t exist. Or are just for download. I want them as CDs.

9. Film or tv adaptations of books?

Depends on the book and who does the adaption/how much money will go into it. I mean, in general I would say “TV show!” but then I think of some of the ones currently on TV and go “Let me adjust that a bit.” ... aka I would prefer all books to be adapted into mini-series of 4-12 episodes (per season if it’s a book series) depending on how much one would need to do the story justice. And then let me rent a cinema and watch them on the big screen. 10. Video games?

I don’t own any... except Final Fantasy X-2. So random, I know. I assume that I could get really into them, if I ever started but I don’t think I will.

11. Your worst injury.

Luckily, I’ve never been seriously injured. I did fall down a stone stair case when I was 18 once, though. As in, I slid down the stairs on my shins all the way down to the bottom. I still have a scar, but it could have been way worse.

And now to the question @bibliophilecats came up with! Thank you! 1. Do you listen to music while reading?

Only if I have to aka when I’m in the living room and my mother is listening to music and situations like that. Never when I’m on my own.

2. Do you keep a list of all the books you own?

No. I mean, Goodreads counts I guess? But I don’t have all my books added there.

3. First-person or third-person? Third person. There are of course a few books in first person that I love, but it takes a special kind of author/story to make it work for me.

4. Do you find it easier to identify with a main character of your own sex?

No.

5. If you own an eReader, what do you like most about it (especially if it’s something that is not usually advertised)?

*shifty eyes* I can put my favorite fanfics on it and carry them around.

6. If you own an eReader, how do you decide if you get the physical copy or the ebook?

Sometimes I can get an e-book really cheap and use that opportunity to check if it’s worth starting a series, because just having the first book in a series standing around on the book shelf just looks weird if I don’t like it.

7. If you know you’ll be reading in public, do you try to take an “impressive” book?

No. I’ll take the book I’m currently reading with me. Unless it has an embarassing cover. Why do erotica books for example have those horrible covers?

8. Do you listen to audiobooks? Radio dramas?

Since I already answered the audiobook question above, I will just add that yes, I also listen to Radio dramas (sadly not as often as I’d want to). I just listened to some of the Torchwood ones for example.

9. If you do listen to audiobooks, which is an audiobook everyone should listen to? My favorite audiobooks (because BOTH the story and the voice acting are A+) are: The Fire’s Stone by Tanya Huff (read by Bill Hensel) and Cyteen by C.J. Cherryh (read by Gabra Zackman and Jonathan Davis) Tintenherz/Tintenblut/Tintentod by Cornelia Funke (read by Rainer Strecker) I actually wish Goodreads would allow a seperate ratings for audiobooks, because I think a narrator can make or break a story. (If anyone has listened to the audiobook of a book I have given 3 stars and more to on Goodreads and loved it, please tell me!)

10. If you could decide on the new cover of any one book, which book would you choose and why?

Oh, there are several actually (basically almost every fiction book with real people on the cover)... but I’d probably have to go with the Tony Foster books by Tanya Huff. Every time I rec them to people (which is a lot), I tell them to ignore the new covers, because they’re so generic and nondescript. The old ones were better, but could still use a makeover.

11. Is there a poem you really like? Which one? I like them when I see them... some move me more than others... and then I usually forget the title/author and never see them again. So yes, I like them and respect the people writing them a lot (I have zero talent in that area) but I’m not INTO them. As in, I probably wouldn’t buy a book full of poems (never say never, though.)

Phew, okay that was a lot. Now my questions:

1. If you could bring one (or three if that makes it easier) dead character (book, tv show, movie) back to life, who would it be? (Don’t forget to spoiler tag of course) 2. Do you think there should be age restrictions on books, like there are on movies? 3. If you could change the ending of one book, which one would it be? 4. Do you include books that you don’t own (yet) on your TBR? 5. We had vampires, werewolves, zombies etc. Which fantasy creature do you want to be the next big THING? 6. Was there ever a hyped book that you disliked or simply refused to read because you knew you wouldn’t like it? If yes, which one? 7. What book (series) deserves a bigger fandom (or one to begin with)? 8. What magical creature would you NOT want to run into? 9. Would you buy a second (or third, or fourth...) edition of a book you already own, because you like the cover better? 10. What author (dead or alive) do you want to meet the most? 11. Assuming they’d be well written, which tv show should have a book adaption?

Tagging some people on my dash: @riversrunningfree @just0nemorepage @bookscatsandprettythings @munakatareishi @bookandwords @buttermybooks @beckisbookshelf @bookstacksonstacks @faerielament @happybibliosaurus @jaimedsworld

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defnotv11 · 3 months ago

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Jd fic where it’s inspired by trash (basically cheating on u with groupies, fem reader pls ty!)

𐙚 Never Again - Jonathan Davis x Fem!Reader

Authors note-I found out that he was doing this during the family values tour so I based it off that! This post has gotten deleted so many times and I had to redo all of it multiple times but here we go

Summary: Your boyfriend is finally sober and your very proud and happy! Little did you know he’s coping with it by cheating on you. Takes place in 1998!

warnings: mentions of sex, cussing, Jon being a dick.

In your relationship with Jonathan, he was struggling. Struggling with addiction. His eyes were always red and glassy, and he seemed distant most of the times. You understood that he didn’t mean to be so aloof with you but the drugs had a strong hold on him. He’d even do some hardcore drugs behind your back, knowing how angry you would be if you found out.

Of course, you did all in your power to assist him overcome his addiction. You were hurt to see him in this state. So depressed and mentally exhausted.

Until he actually hurt you.

After Korn had played their last song, they took a moment to say their goodbyes to the crowd. They had just played all in the family with limp bizkit. Still, the audience applauded and tossed objects onto the stage.

As for you, you were sitting backstage waiting for your boyfriend. Happy that the show was over so you could finally see him and have his attention. You continued to patiently wait for him, bouncing your leg up and down slightly. You could still hear the crowd yelling and begging for more.

I looked up I heard footsteps approaching and thought I saw my boyfriend walking towards me, I felt my heart skip a beat in anticipation. However, as the person got closer I realized it was not my boyfriend, it was just Munky. I felt a pang of disappointment wash over me, but quickly tried to hide it with a smile. I was happy to see him, but I couldn't help feeling a little let down at the same time.

“Hey y/n,” He said slightly breathing heavily, sweaty from the show. “Hi..” I said giving him a smile before speaking again. “Have you see Jon..?” My tone had a hint of hope. Oh- uh” He turned a little, his eyes darting around before turning back towards me. “Umm…no I haven’t but I’m sure he’s somewhere.. probably in the dressing room..” He said reassuringly, smiling.

I nodded and stood up from where I was sitting, letting out a muttered 'thanks' as I began to walk away. I couldn't help but feel a bit frustrated and confused as to why my boyfriend hadn't come to find me yet. Normally I’d be the first thing he’d come to after every show. I made my way through the crowded backstage area

I had finally made it to the dressing rooms and felt wave of relief. I saw that all the rooms were open except for one. I couldn't help but feel a bit puzzled, but the thought that he was probably in there filled me with excitement. I reached out and placed my hand on the knob, twisting it gently, only to find that the door was locked.

My heart sank a bit, disappointment and confusion washing over me. Why was the door locked? Was he avoiding me for some reason? I was about to knock on the door until I was caught by a faint moan coming from inside. The sound sent a shiver down my spine and my heart skipped a beat. It was a feminine moan, and it was coming from the dressing room where my boyfriend was supposed to be. I leaned in closer, carefully trying to listen in more, my heart racing and body shaking.

“Fuck, your such a slut…letting me use you, huh?”

I felt my heart stop for a moment as I heard Jonathan's voice coming from inside the dressing room. The shock and disbelief paralyzed me for a few moments as I tried to process what the fuck was going on. The words that I had just heard. His voice was unmistakable, and the vulgar language and the tone left no room for doubt. I couldn't believe what I was hearing and I felt my stomach drop.

I leaned in closer to the door, trying to listen more closely to what was happening inside. Every word that I heard made my heart sink further. I could hear sounds of skin and movement coming from inside, it seemed like they’ve been at it for a while.

I couldn't just stand there any longer, listening to the sounds coming from inside the dressing room. I couldn't just accept what was happening. I took a deep breath and tried to collect myself. I was so overwhelmed with everything right now that I just needed to leave. I walked away from there and I made my way back into the crowd of people and tried getting out. I just wanted to get away. I stumbled upon another dressing room, one that I didn't know existed. Without thinking, I went inside and closed the door behind me.

I leaned against the door, my breathing ragged and my mind racing. The reality of what I had just witnessed was sinking in, and the pain and anger were starting to set in. I felt a lump form in my throat and tears threatening to spill over, but I held them back. For now I just needed a moment to myself to process everything that had just happened and figure out what to do next. I felt sick, almost nauseous.

I leaned against the door completely lost. I couldn’t believe this was happening and it was real. I’ve been there for him pretty much all his life and helped him through everything. I felt anger and betrayal. I was there alone, standing there vulnerably in my tears. What the fuck was wrong with him?

The sudden knock on the door startled me, causing my heart to race again. I had been lost in my thoughts, completely wrapped up in my own world, and the sound brought me back to reality. I was irritated at the interruption, wanting nothing more than to be alone. I stood there for a moment, contemplating whether to ignore the knock or answer the door. But the again, the knocking wouldn’t stop unless I went and answered it.

I took a deep breath before opening the door, preparing myself for whoever was on the other side. As the door swung open, I was met with the sight of Munky standing there, looking a bit sheepish. He gave me a hesitant smile and said, "Hey, I saw you come in here, you …good?” He was quite concerned of my state.

I was a bit taken off-guard at his presence, but I tried to hide my feelings with a nod. "Yeah, I just... needed a minute," I mumbled. Munky seemed to notice my somber mood, his smile faltering slightly. "Is everything okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. I hesitated for a moment before deciding not to burden him with my problems. "Yeah, everything's fine," I lied, hoping he wouldn't press further.

Munky looked at me skeptically, like he knew I was hiding something, but he didn't press the issue. "Alright," he said finally, "just wanted to let ya know we’re heading out." I gave him a small smile, appreciating his concern, but also relieved that he wasn't pushing further. "A-alright.”

I walked out of the dressing room, closing the door behind me with a soft thud. As I turned to walk away, I felt a wave of conflicting emotions wash over me again. Part of me wanted to just find Jonathan and confront him about what I had seen, but another, larger part of me was afraid. I didn’t know why. I decided to take a deep breath and try to calm myself down before making any hasty decisions. I walked aimlessly for a few minutes, my mind still reeling from the earlier events. Suddenly I heard a familiar voice calling my name.

“Y/n? Where were you?? I’ve been trying to look for you.” Jonathan said walking up to me, putting his hand on my waist. His voice was casual, like nothing had happened, but the touch of his hand angered me. I tensed at his touch, I didn’t want to feel it.

“Here only.” I muttered not even looking at him and moving his hand off me. Jonathan seemed caught off guard, though his expression was a little irritated. "Whoa, hey." he said, his voice a little stern. "Why are you acting like this?”

“You had a good time backstage, huh?” The words left my mouth in a sharp, bitter tone. I could see the flash of surprise on Jonathan's face followed by a moment of realization, before his expression hardened. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice guarded. My eyes narrowed as I began to speak bitterly. “Don’t give me that shit.” Jonathan's irritation quickly turned to anger, his eyes narrowing as he snapped back. "Watch your tone," he said, his voice sharp and authoritative. I stepped back from him. “Oh really?”

Jonathan rolled his eyes slightly, clearly not giving a shit. “So what, I fucked her okay? ‘Not a big deal.” I could feel my heart sinking into my stomach as the words stung. He didn't even seem to care or realize the gravity of what he had just said. "Not a big deal?" I repeated, my voice shaky. "You cheated on me and it’s not a “big deal?!” I look at him in disgust which kinda hurt him a little but didn’t change his cold demeanour. “It was a one time thing! Didn’t mean anything.”

I felt my anger and hurt rise up even more. How could he be so calloused about it? "It meant nothing?" I repeated incredulously. "You say that like it's supposed to make me feel better?" He took a step closer to me, trying to salvage the situation. "Look it’s just sex, it didn’t mean anything. I didn’t expect you to get so upset over this-“

“Of course I’m upset! You fucked someone else behind my back, what if I did that to you?!” Jonathan seemed a bit taken back by this, even more than he usually is. "You dont.. you wouldnt do that.. you arent like that..“ he mumbled the last part. He couldn’t imagine you sleeping with someone else.

“Exactly ….I’m not like you.” I muttered coldly. That seemed to tick him off. Jonathan raised a brow, he was definitely surprised by that. His mood now changed to cold and stern as the words left my mouth. He raised a brow, seemingly taken aback by my response. It was clear that my comment had struck a nerve. "“…Oh so you think your better than me now, huh?…Do you really think you're so perfect?" his was voice sharp.

I was suddenly intimidated by him and could feel the nerves and uncertainty building up inside me, knowing that he had the upper hand in this situation. But despite my unease, I tried to maintain a hint of resilience. "Uh..." I mumbled, unsure of what to say next, all I could do was just stand there pathetically in front of him as he was waiting for a damn response from me.

Jonathan stood there, waiting for my response. His cold, stern expression never wavered, making me feel even more uncomfortable and vulnerable."Well?" he prompted, his voice sharp. I fidgeted nervously, unsure of what to say. I knew that whatever I said next would only dig me into a deeper hole. He took a pause for a second before moving closer to you, he spoke almost mockingly. He chuckled a bit. “Yeahhh, thats what i thought.. you arent like that cause you actually can keep your damn legs closed.“ The silent, tense moment between us seemed to last forever, with his gaze fixated on me, waiting for me to speak.

I could feel the hurt and anger welling up inside me, I bit back my impulsive urge to lash out, knowing that any kind of reaction would only give him more satisfaction. Instead, I spoke up harshly. “Fuck you.” Jonathan looked at me angrily and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Excuse me?" he said, a hint of annoyance in his tone. “Yeah, fuck you.” I repeated before continuing, “I fucking trusted and loved you so much and your doing this behind my back? And then your acting as if it’s nothing?!” jonathan chuckled. “..So you’re just gonna leave me cause one time i went ahead and did that?” he sounded very irritated now, obviously not taking you serious, he was still trying to defend himself and he could be so manipulative at times.

Your eyes started feeling a bit watery. You didn’t want to cry in front of him and give him that satisfaction. You just couldn’t believe how careless he was being and how he was being towards you. Not even showing any guilt or shame. This wasn’t the man you fell in love with at all. You just didn’t know what to do. You hated the fact that you still loved him.

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