“So which one’s yours?” Harry hears just as he starts patting the soil down. Leaning back enough so Harry can see his face, the man smiles and throws a helpful glance over at the children chasing each other to their right.
“None,” Harry answers. “Too young for kids.” He holds the man’s gaze, tries to make the once over he gives him look natural and fails but Harry figures that no harm’s been done when he notices the man’s sudden interest in the stretch of his jeans from where he’d been trying to find a comfortable position to kneel down in for the passed hour. There’s dirt tickling Harry’s nose when he suddenly finds a gloved hand shoved in his face.
“Peter.” He smiles. The pliant soil on their gloves make the handshake feel odd, but the heat Harry can feel coming from Peter’s hand gives it some familiarity.
“Harry,” he barely gets out before Peter’s wetting his lips and grinning heartily.
Natural history of the quadrupeds; skeleton of a monkey, engraving in the 200-and-some-volume Methodical Encyclopedia by Order of Subject Matter, a 50-year-long re-edit of Diderot's Encyclopédie that began in 1782. The Getty Research Institute
watched too many period drama so, how about Q being a bit like Emma
(as in, taking care of a sick relative in a poor little town) and one
day learning he is to marry the newcomer Lord (aka Bond). Their first
meeting perhaps? Or the evening just after the wedding where they get
to learn to know each other? Basically just all the fluff of two
people finding despite never have met they will have a good life
together. Thank you lovelies ! – anon
you enjoy! Jen.
brushed himself down once again, and straightened slightly, ready to
meet the man he was apparently going to spend the rest of his life
with, feeling extremely self-conscious and a little bit resentful;
however, there was no other options. Q needed to marry, and James
Bond was the best option.
door creaked open.
At least he was absolutely
Q replied, after a long look at him, trying to take him in; Lord Bond
seemed to be doing the same, both giving each other a once-over, the
person they were going to spend the rest of their lives with. “I’m
had a warm voice, and warmer handshake; an odd formality, but one Q
quite liked. “It’s… it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
smile was dazzling. “And you, Q.”
there was something dimly awkward about it all. They were going to be
married in a few days’ time. It made things a bit odd.
tell me about yourself,” Bond asked warmly, as Q floundered a bit,
reasonably sure he was cultivating a very pink blush. “I work for
His Majesty’s Secret Service.”
raised an eyebrow slightly. “In what capacity?”
would be telling,” Bond smiled. “I can tell you after we’re
married, but I’m afraid it’s illegal before that.”
Q noted. “Well… I work as a blacksmith, mostly. I tend to work
with munitions, the army and navy occasionally consult me on things,
or I just sell on… I mean I was bored, I’m looking after my
mother usually, she… well, I need to be able to care for her but I
can’t really when I’m not working, I don’t have the money, so I
need to work but I need to care for her, so I…”
Bond said gently, somehow avoiding condescension. “In which case,
I’m glad we’re marrying sooner rather than later – I look
forward to meeting her. I’m sure I can find a doctor from London to
consult with, as well.”
smile was in no way forced. “That would be… well, that would be
brilliant, yes, if you don’t mind. I don’t want to take advantage
of you though, I mean, it’s difficult to, when we’re, I mean
marrying in the first place, looks like I’m just social climbing
which I sort-of have and I know that’s not really fair and why on
earth are you marrying me in the first place??”
starkness of the statement hit Q with ridiculous force, making his
heart break a little. “Not any more, you’re not,” he said, with
an encouraging smile, unsure of how to respond. “Erm. You’re… I
mean you’re very handsome, I can imagine you, I mean I’m
not exactly, I’m truly probably not the best of choices…”
reached out to him, took his hand, kissed the top of it.
was making him feel giddy, making words fly out of him, and honest to
god he had never felt so awkward in his entire life.
look forward to our lives together,” Bond said softly.
threw caution to the wind, and leaned in, pressing a soft and very
tentative kiss to Bond’s lips. “Me too,” he replied, just about
stopping his voice from squeaking. “Me too.”