#s.p.e.c.t.r.e. au

[bitchycatwizard]

Oyeah, I had forgotten that you made this picture

It was together with the Hellsing Manga one of the inspirations of on of my fics in the Spectre Au

#DannyMay prompt #17: Childhood.

A not-so-imaginary friend (click the image).

[bitchycatwizard]

The SPECTRE AU- Frozen Heart.

Danny Phantom and the Red Huntress was on a mission somewhere in the state of New Jersey.

A truck filled with Fenton weapons had been highjacked before they had reached their buyers.

Considering the location the buyers could were must likely to be people working for LexCorp, Cadmus or a GiW safehouse. Vlad or the MasterBlasters would just pick up the delivery with their own people.

The weapons worried them both because according to the offical documents the cargo was only protective clothes and armour.

But in the in the internal Fenton Database the cargo would have been marked as F-clothes and F-armour (F-Fenton) but instead it was marked with a Project name and number which the details on the computer had then been deleted.

This only happened when the Project was truly messed up.

When even the Fentons realised (to a degree) that what they had created was messed up, that was bad.

They had found the truck turned upside down on one of the minor roads to the north west, checking the cargo the steel crate that should have been welded there had been ripped out, indicating superstrength.

We found the driver facedown a few hundred feet from the truck, dead, very cold to the touch and soaking wet, even though it had not rained for 2days.

They started looking around the truck for clues and they found footprints, heavy and large, custom?, made of metal considering the tracks on the soul. 

Red Huntress started following the Footprints as Danny stayed in the truck trying to feel the energy (if there was any) from the weapon, and while it was faint there was something that was very differnt to ‘standard’ ectoplasm or background radiation.

Red Huntress returned after a few minutes saying that the tracks lead to a river.

The thief propably escaped on a boat.

Danny: -I have the scent of the weapon.

They start flying, to the river, the scent or ‘voice’ goes to the south, they follow.

Valerie: -Do you have any clue what the weapon or whatever can be?

Danny is silent for a few moments.

Danny: -The best I have is some sort of enhancement.

Valerie: -Enhancement?

Danny nods.

Danny: -The Ectoplasm in the container should not be felt this much if it was the normal kid. It’s thicker, more concentrated. None of the fenton weapons I know would be able to use it. It would overload almost instantly.

Valerie ponders this.

Danny: -But it’s more than that.

Valerie looks at him.

Danny: -The machine that is in the crate, it’s custom. Whoever bought it must have paid premium. For a very specific purpose.

Ectoplasm that concentrated, it is very volatile.

Valerie ponders, something hits her.

Valerie: -Phantom..... HOW concentrated is it?

Danny looks like he really does not want to answer.

Valerie: -Danny.... she says more softly.

Danny: -..........20.

Valerie: - 20? 

She does not understand.

Danny: ‘sigh’ - Atleast 20 times as concentrated.

Valeries eyes are now very big, the she silently looks forward and increases her speed to just over half the speed of sound.

Danny silently follows.

Less then half an hour later they stop because the trail goes into a waterpump station that leads into a sewer.

The stench of the sewer is 77% there to even kill a ghost, luckily Valeries costume protects her.

They fly into so many forks in the road but Danny never even hesitates, left, left, right, straight, right, right, left.

They enter a corridor, and passes through a looked door that Danny Phase open.

And they enter, some sort of lab.

Everything is in dark blue light and colder then what you would expect.

 Lab Equipment covers the tables, High-tech guns- pistols, mini guns, something that looks like a missile launcher combined with a chonky assult rifle.

Large containers that seem to hold........ exo-suits? They are at the moment not lit so it’s hard to see who it could belong to.

While really interesting, they don’t see the package.

So they continue searching, room by room, storage- chemicals, storage -scrap metal, room filled with machines used for smithing.

And finally a large room that ones might have been used to store large amount of water incase of drought.

And there in the middle of it was a steel crate with the Fentonworks logo.

On the ground in front of it was several tools that have been used to start open the crate, on of the edged side had been ripped to a third of.

Seeing part of a machne that seemed to be softly pulsing.

The feeling of Ectoplasm was now very heavy putting both of the on edge.

Valerie had her gun out loaded and ready looking around for the thief Danny’s hand were glowing but the content of the crate  dulled his senses somewhat.

The sound of metal foot on rusted iron walkway was heard above them.

Valerie and Danny both flung themself to the side as energybeams started raining down.

Danny and Valerie aimed there own energybeams at the walkway, it hit and the person firing at them fell to the earth,loosing the energy weapon he was firing in his left hand but manages to hold the one in his right, landing on his feet was one of Gotham citiy’s more infamous citizens.

Mr. Freeze.

Standing over 2m tall in a black exo-suit and a dome helmet, completly bald with glowing cold eyes.

He opens fire, with his freeze gun (lol) this time.

The freeze beam is surpisingly fast.

It is aimed at Valerie but Danny flies in and takes the hit, allowing Valerie to fire at Freezes gun as Danny fazes through the ice.

Freezes gun goes flying, Valerie having hit him in his right hand, stomach and chest.

Danny flies and take the freeze gun.

Valerie keeps firing, forcing Mr. Freeze back.

He almost trips but goes low enough to pick up the energy weapon he dropped.

Danny ponders for half a second and decides to try something.

He pushes a bit of his own frreze power into the gun.

The differnce is dramatic.

The gun when fired by Mr.Freeze was a gentle stream.

When fired by Danny it was a Tsunami.

A second or two was enough to fill a third of the room in ice.

Mr.Freeze himself being stuck 4 meters up in the air almost completely covered in ice, only part of his dome and part of his left still functual arm.

He started to desperatly firing the weapon to try and hit them

They flayed a bit trying to avoid being hit, then one of the shots got into the partaly open crate.

Danny saw the crate started smoking, grabbed Valerie and phased through the nearest wall.

2 seconds later, 3 seconds later, 4 seconds later, 5 sec......

BOOM!!

The crate had exploded, Danny held on to Valerie scanning the ceiling in case of collapse.

When everything seemed to have calmed down they whent back into the room with Freeze.

There was not much left of the room.

The stench of Concentrated Ectoplasm was slowly burning away.

Mr. Freeze did not look to well but the ice seemed to have protected him somewhat together with the exo-suit and the angle kept him alive.

But unconscious they dragged him out of the ice, then his head dome fell of.

With his head still inside it.

A few stunned moments later, they start looking into the exo-suit and only find machinery.

They are just stand there looking essentially at a head in fishbowl.

They look at each other.

Valerie: -Call it in?

Danny: -Call it in.

They go back to the main lab area.

Put Freezes head on a table as Valerie calls it in to the others.

Danny looking around, not really wanting to get rid of the gun he considers keeping it as an ace in the hole.

He strolls around ending up in front of the larger unlit weapon containers trying to see whats inside of it since there is no light switch by them.

Then Costantine and the others arrive in a large very glowy green portal.

And the light fills the display case.

And Danny is in awe of what he sees inside of it.

Many tedious hours of catalouging would follow but Danny’s mind never really left what he saw, and he could not wait to take it for a spin.

[cali-holland]

Golden Bullets - Harrison Osterfield Series

“Martini. Shaken, not stirred.”

Harrison Osterfield X Reader, James Bond!AU

*moodboard is mine, pics used are not*

Masterlist   Harrison Osterfield Masterlist

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Series Warnings: sexual themes (no smut!), violence, pretty much anything a james bond movie would have (w/o the sex scenes)

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Harrison Osterfield, Agent 007, was once the best MI6 agent around with the astounding reputation as a womanizer. Between illegal gold smuggling and black market trading of weapons, he finds himself deeper in his latest mission than intended, weaving himself into a web of the criminal organization, S.P.E.C.T.R.E.. At the center of it all is the one woman who’s never fallen for his charms- you, Agent 006, the best MI6 agent, the new assistant director of the program, and his new partner.

Agent 006 Moodboard

Tom Holland as Agent Q Moodboard

Playlist + Extra Moodboard

Series Teaser:

“I don’t need a nanny, M.” Harrison scoffed, shoving his hands in his suit pocket.

“No, you need a handler. You used to be one of my best agents until you got so reckless, but your new partner is my best agent and you will work under her orders.” M said definitively.

“Her?” He questioned, and, as if on cue, you walked through the large oak door.

“Q’s not quite done with the prototype DB10 yet.” You informed M, and Harrison looked between you and the director.

“Agent 007, meet the new assistant director and your new partner, Agent 006, Y/N Y/L/N.” M stated, and you smirked as Harrison’s jaw dropped. He was in for it now.

Prologue

Chapter One: On Her Majesty’s Secret Service

Chapter Two: License to Kill

Chapter Three: All The Time in the World

Chapter Four: Moonlight Trail

Chapter Five: Kiss of Death

Chapter Six: The Spy Who Loves Me 

Epilogue

Series Completed 8/12/20

Sequel series: Golden Hearts

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Extra Things To Know About This Series

[anachronicwriting]

The 007!AU No One Needs (14/?)

[bitchycatwizard]

This fic

Or atleast the begining of this fic is what in part inspired the Spectre Au

Imp! I don't know if it was on ao3 or on Tumblr, but I remember a crossover fic with John Constantine related to the Fentons and came over and met cryptid children Jazz and Danny and was the only person who could look them in the eye without fearing for their life so he became their favorite. Do you know it?

Uh I know the one where they're not really related but John becomes their uncle because of that. Uncle John on Ao3

[10kiaoi]

00Q Starter Kit

I was kindly alerted to a few newcomers to the Bloody Big Ship lately so I thought I’d do a post. Feel free to add on your own recs/ tag your friends!

FIC RECS

Mission Fics Ordinary Numbers Mercenary Espionage is a Family Affair Guided By the Beauty of Our Weapons Traceability series Only If For A Night  Fallen Shadow Portrait of a Young Man   and all of Only_1_Truth‘s fics tbh also, Slow Dancing in a Burning Room Quriosity (as recced by @ato-the-bean)

Sick Fics/ Q Whump /Hurt Comfort Lay it Down Not That Bad the hand beneath your head Choice of Poison Affliction The Full Continental series Picking Up The Pieces

Fluff Punch Drunk Love you’ll be the death of me Temeraire These Days, Cupid’s A Sniper 

Soulmates AU Redamancy Evelyn

Humor Wheelhouse The Mating Dance of Wolf and Fox  Employee Relations, Friendly Workplace and Team Building: A Guide to Successful Relationships in the MI6    Dramatic Arts The Battlefield Mr. MI6

Bondlock Red Queen to Overwatch Phaedrus All the King’s Horses Insufferable Bastards

Dark Fics (Watch out for Major Character Death warnings!) Runaway Series no gods are present, no wings no halos In the Dark I Am Stretched On Your Grave    We Are Not Legends Yet Android/AI Aus A Promising Career In Espionage Human Error    the body electric series

NSFW fics a circumstance in your naked dreams Queuing Problems   

Artist List

Brilcrist fishnbacon Eli-lin Kaciart Ingridcy Iron rion Saypeaceazu Skylocked Whimsycatcher Worlds-end430 Also, bjodoodles who is now deactivated but their wonderful works can still be found floating around/ And… myself!

Author List Many thanks to @spiritofcamelot for providing the list!

10moonymhrivertam 1MissMolly Astudyinfic Ayrtonwilbury Beginte blackidyll Boffin1710 BootsnBlossoms BoredPsychopath_JC Brihna Casstea Castillon02 ConsultingWriters E J Morgan FaerieChild Faerieoftara Gwyllion IAmANonnieMouse JaineyBaby Kryptaria Linorien Mistflyer1102 Narukashi666 Only_1_Truth Opalescentgold Rayvanfox Releasetheglitch Rigel99 Sunaddicted SvengoolieCat Thebookworm214 Timetospy Tokyo the Glaive Venstar Vials Zephyrfox

Other Blogs to check out

fy00q Your ultimate resource for Edits, photosets and gifs. Princess Pampuria A rp account of Blofeld’s cat. Her Royal Highness, S.P.E.C.T.R.E’s Second-in-Command‘s social media/recruitment account. MI6 Cafe With weekly/monthly events/challenges and watch parties. If you’re looking for a mission way to participate, here’s the place to look!

Also, can’t forget our 00Q chat! Open 24/7 to all agents. For secure login, use the code “abloodybigship”. Currently still in usage while a new service is being trial run. Will update this link once the move is complete.

00Q chat has been moved to slack! If you’d like to join, please contact @ao3-brihna, @spiritofcamelot or @castillon02. Of course, this isn’t a full list. Do check out the 00q tag on tumblr and on a03 for more goodies. And do report back if you do find something of interest!

[olivierdemangeon]

    James Bond doit se rendre aux Bahamas afin de récupérer deux bombes nucléaires qui ont été volées par le numéro 2 du S.P.E.C.T.R.E. ayant mis un stratagème d’extorsion de fonds international.

    Origine du film : Royaume-Uni Réalisateur : Terence Young Scénaristes : Richard Maibaum, John Hopkins Acteurs : Sean Connery, Claudine Auger, Adolfo Celi, Luciana Paluzzi, Rik Van Nutter, Bernard Lee, Martine Beswick, Desmond Llewelyn, Lois Maxwell, Paul Stassino Musique : John Barry Genre : Action, Aventure, Crime, Espionnage, Thriller Durée : 130 minutes Date de sortie : 17 décembre 1965 (France) Année de production : 1965 Sociétés de production : Eon Productions Distribué par : United Artists Titre français : Opération Tonnerre Notre note : ★★★★☆

    “Thunderball”, ou “Opération Tonnerre��� pour la distribution française, est un film d’action britannique datant de 1965, dirigé par Terence Young, à qui l’on doit également “Dr. No” (1962). Les acteurs principaux sont Sean Connery, qu’on a pu voir dans “Le Nom de la Rose” (1986), Claudine Auger, qu’on a pu voir dans “Flic Story” (1975), Adolfo Celi, qu’on a pu voir dans “Death Sentence” (1968), Luciana Paluzzi, qu’on a pu voir dans “Three Coins in the Fountain” (1954), Rik Van Nutter, qu’on a pu voir dans “Foxbat” (1977). Bernard Lee, Desmond Llewelyn et Lois Maxwell reprennent leur rôle respectif de “M”, “Q” et “Moneypenny”. Ce métrage est le quatrième film dans la série de métrages produite par Eon Productions dédié à James Bond. Il s’agit d’une adaptation du roman du même nom de Ian Fleming. Ce film aurait dû être le premier de la série James Bond, mais des différends juridiques sur les droits d’auteur en décidèrent autrement.

L’histoire proposée par “Thunderball” nous invite à suivre l’agent 007 qui tente de localiser deux bombes nucléaires de l’OTAN volées par le SPECTRE. Cette organisation mafieuse mondiale en demande une rançon de 100 millions de livres sterling (133 millions d’€) en diamants. S’ils n’obtiennent pas satisfaction, ils détruiront une grande ville du Royaume-Uni ou des États-Unis. Les investigations mènent James Bond (Sean Connery) aux Bahamas où il rencontre Emilio Largo (Adolfo Celi), le n°2 du SPECTRE. Soutenu par Felix Leiter (Rik Van Nutter) de la CIA, et Domino Derval (Claudine Auger), la maîtresse de Largo, la recherche de 007 aboutit à une bataille sous-marine contre les hommes de main du SPECTRE.

De mon point de vue, après “Dr. No” (1962), “From Russia with Love” (1963), et “Goldfinger” (1964), “Thunderball” pose de manière quasi-définitive les fondations du film de James Bond. L’agent 007, par l’intermédiaire de Sean Connery, est à la fois séducteur, malin, dynamique dans l’action, tout en étant élégant et décontracté. Les belles femmes défilent comme sur un podium d’un grand courrier un soir de gala, les gadgets sont de plus en plus présents, le dépaysement est au rendez-vous, cette fois, les Bahamas, l’action est rondement menée et l’intrigue est solide. C’est le premier des films de la série des James Bond, qui additionne l’ensemble des éléments constitutifs du concept, là où on avait uniquement pu en voir des parcelles dans les métrages précédents.

Le public de l’époque lui-même en a pris conscience, car le film fut un énorme succès rapportant plus de 141 millions de dollars dans le monde, dépassant les recettes des trois précédents films de la série. Les scènes d’action apparaissent bien évidemment comme obsolètes aujourd’hui, mais pour l’époque, c’était incontestablement ce qui se faisait de mieux. Bien que la plupart des effets spéciaux se voient clairement à l’écran, il faut garder en mémoire que le métrage datant d’il y a 53 ans, est, par conséquent,  plus vieux que votre fidèle serviteur.

Le film se déroulant dans les Caraïbes et qu’une bonne partie des scènes d’action se déroulent sous l’eau, les personnages féminins sont particulièrement mis à leurs avantages. Claudine Auger, qui tient le rôle féminin principal, est une actrice française qui fut première dauphine de Miss Monde en 1958. Luciana Paluzzi, actrice américano-italienne, tient le rôle de l’un des principaux antagonistes de l’histoire. Enfin, Martine Beswick, actrice anglaise et ancien top modèle, joue un rôle de soutien, soit un agent d’appui de la CIA. À elle trois, ces jeunes femmes rivalisent de charme dans des tenues habillées et parfois même déshabillées…

Il reste également la performance de Sean Connery, qui comme je le soulignais offre un James Bond plus relax, nettement plus sûr de lui, accompagnant souvent son action d’un bon mot, n’hésitant pas à jouer avec l’incongruité de la situation. Aussi, bien, à l’aise en costume, en smoking qu’en maillot de bain, l’acteur offre un physique relativement sportif du haut de ses 188 cm. Son personnage va mettre à profit les différents gadgets qui lui ont été confiés. Son Aston Martin DB5 (présentée dans le film précédent, “Golfinger”), réapparaît quelque peu modifiée, avec un canon à eau à l’arrière. Mais l’agent 007 va surtout profiter d’un système de respiration miniature, et d’un émetteur miniature se présentant comme un cachet à avaler.

“Thunderball” a fait l’objet d’un remake, produit en 1983 par la société Warner Bros., sous le titre “Never Say Never Again”, réalisé par Irvin Kershner et avec un Sean Connery vieillissant qui reprend le rôle qui aura fait de lui une star internationale.

En conclusion, “Thunderball” est un très bon film d’action disposant d’une histoire originale, d’une intrigue bien construite et d’un développement dépaysant. Le rythme est agréable, le récit est fluide, et la narration est linéaire. La photographie est très plaisante, le directeur de la photographie profitant pleinement des charmes des Caraïbes. La bande originale est sympathique, ayant toujours le thème James Bond en arrière-plan. C’est le premier film de la franchise à dépasser les deux heures avec 130 minutes. La distribution offre de très bonnes prestations avec un Sean Connery toujours plus à l’aise avec le personnage de 007.

    THUNDERBALL (1965) ★★★★☆ James Bond doit se rendre aux Bahamas afin de récupérer deux bombes nucléaires qui ont été volées par le numéro 2 du S.P.E.C.T.R.E.

[bitchycatwizard]

The Spectre AU- Background

It takes place in the DC Universe.

I don’t really recall who did the post but someone on this site made an AU where the Fentons met John Constantine at a Supernatural convention (lol) when Jazz and Danny was very young and befriended him to the point were he became “Uncle John”.

The Ghost Portal does not work, the Fentons go away to sad-binge at Jack’s favorite sugary place to make themselves feel better.

But this time Jazz is just upstairs, and when the portal opens on top of Danny she hears it and runs to it.

Danny is just there on the floor, not breathing, a Lichenberg scar so fresh it is still glowing over his right arm and upper back, his hair slowly slowly turning white, eyes staring into nothing.

Tucker and Sam are shaking him, crying, trying to revive him but to upset to even do it properly.

Jazz realises that it is unlikely that the hospital can help so she calls the one responsible adult person she has in her life (poor Jazz).

John understands that something is seriously wrong through Jazz’s barely put together sentences, and arrives 6,7 seconds after he has put down the phone from about 4 universes to the left.

He is making his way down the stairs when Danny starts moving again, he sits up and then he starts floating!!!!

Panic.

But everybody cools down, and then they panic again then Danny suddenly changes back.

Which surprises everybody.

Then he starts sinking through the floor.

Which surprises everybody.

They grab him and pull him up from there, a bit to hard.

Danny is now on the ceiling.

Which surprises everybody.

Except John and Danny.

They are just getting annoyed.

In time things are starting to stabilise.

And he can (mostly) pretend to be normal again.

Then the events of the Show happens, sometimes Constantine is there to help and give a bit of traning or a somewhat accurate book about ghosts and other things.

But it is not a constant, Danny must focus on Amity Park and the Ghost Zone, Constantine has several other Universes that he needs to keep an eye on.

(And the relationship with King Shark does not help either)

+Neiter of them really knows how to deal with the Fentons.

So Constantines help is quite inconsistent.

And then.

And then Danny meets Dan.

And that changes more than anything before.

[bitchycatwizard]

The Spectre Au - The Founding

A week or so after the meeting with Dan.

Danny calls John Constantine and ask if he could come over so they can have a talk.

They talk for a bit and Danny goes around the subject for a bit, but John can se on that something is deeply wrong and that has barely slept for the last few days.

He asks Danny bluntly what (not if something) is wrong.

Danny looks away and tries to talk around things more, stumble over the words but in the end John’s silent waiting makes Danny trail off.

Danny asks John if he can view someones memories with his magic.

This was not where John thought this was going.

But there is a way, and John tells Danny how to bring the memories to the forefront.

John views it.

He views it all.

He see it multiple times, he see that possible Future, the older Valerie, the Elder Vlad, the statues of Danny’s loved ones (and Lancer), the ghosts future, the burning world, of Clockwork, of the Observants, of the cheating, of the Nasty Burger explosion and.....

And he see’s Danny.

A Dark Danny.

He see’s Dan.

(It is so hard to see him as Danny)

A Danny without Love of anything other than destruction.

A Danny whoose head is not filled with dreams of the stars, but has reduced entire cities to Dust.

A Danny alone without someone to protect.

A Danny who wanted to be an astronaut, forced to be a hero, reduced to a monster.

John lets go of the memories.

And for a split second it looks like Danny just wants to flee, he is making hmself look even smaller than he usually is.

But the second pass and John has him in his arms.

And Danny just breaks down, he is in the arms of a safe adult, someone he does not have to hide anything from.

He does not have to be a hero, not strong, not cool, not tough just a chlld.

A child that has reached the end of his rope what he can accomplice on his own.

Who does not know how to move foreward.

But knows what could happend if he ever gave up.

John starts talking and after a while Danny joins in.

Danny needs more people on his side.

Tucker, Sam and Jazz are the ones they can trust.

And with mixing a bit of Magic and a bit of Fenton Tech it might just work.

But they will need more Heavy Hitters.

And with John’s help that might just work.

Look out for The Founding 2: The Coalition.

Comming Soon!!!!

[bitchycatwizard]

The SPECTRE AU-  The ABC of Villany. Extract from the Archive- C.

Dannymay2022 day 19: Crossover

Name: Cadmus

Alias: Project Cadmus

Description: Cadmus is a large goverment secret organisation that sees it as its duty to protect America (first) and the world from Meta-humans, super natural entitis and aliens.

There members are high ranking goverment employes, military officers, scientists and other specialists.

To do this they are looking into anything from gathering of information, artifacts and people to there cause.

There is also rumors of cloning attempts.

Powers/Members:

-Confirmed: 

Amanda Waller

General Eiling

General Hardcastle

Dr. Hugo Strange

Dr. Moon

Dr. Milo

Professor Emil Hamilton

-Unconfirmed:

Tala (see T)

Maxwell Lord

And somesort of link to Lexcorp, probably finacial.

Theese individuals seem to be the higher ups with other groups under them which with don’t yet have much info only names to go by.

Project: Doomsday

Task Force X

-Only known name is Colonel Rick Flagg.

Project: Galatea

The Ultimen

Project: Volcana

More info is needed to form an opinion.

Weakness: Extreme pessimism, extremly hard to work with people with powers since they are very misstrusted.

The Hardline American view that if you are not with them you are against them.

Allies: The American Goverment, possibly the GiW (see G)

Enemies: The ones with powers that they can’t control.

Goals: Officaly: To Protect the American people from other wordly things.

-Unofficialy: Control.

Obsession: Everything we can not control is a threat.

Status: Building, not yet at full power.

Living Status: All alive.

Incident Report: Informants are starting to disappear.

Metas are gone for months, before returning in uniform and with very changed views.

Attempted recruiting of O2.

More and more stalkers in the cities.

Something big might be coming.

Addendum 1:

The organisation seem to have split into two.

A North with most of the people and funding still under Amanda Waller and a West under (everything points to) Lexcorp and a new main scientist a Dr. Mark Desmond.

What the new West will do is unclear so far all we have are the name Project: Blockbuster.

Addendum 2: Six agents of the GiW has joined Cadmus North after the Thousand Arms incident (see G) (See special report: Thousand Arms)

Name: Buddy Standler

Alias: The Condiment King, Mitchell Mayo

Description: Just a guy in a gray jumpsuit that uses mustard, ketchup, hot sauce and other condiments to commit petty crimes, together with o so many puns.

Powers: Just a guy.

-Items: 

Condiment guns; Condiment King is frequently equipped with squirt guns with tubes connecting to belts or backpacks filled with condiments. These guns are relatively harmless, at most causing their target to lose balance or be propelled moderately backwards. Originally, he was equipped with one gun for ketchup and one for mustard but he would later be shown with a larger cannon that could swivel between different condiments.

Hot sauce packets: Condiment King will sometimes equip his suit with packets of hot-sauce which he uses for close-quarters combat by squeezing into his opponents' mouth to incapacitate them.

Utility belt: Condiment King will sometimes wear a utility belt of different condiments connected to his weapons, rivalling the utility belt arsenal of Batman (in terms of garnishes stored and nothing else).

(Batman fandom wiki)

Allies: N/A

Enemies: The Joker (who is is believed to have driven him insane), The Batman, The Bat family.

Goals: N/A

Obsession: Condiments.

Puns about Condiments.

Status: Gotham city, hopefully Arkham.

Living Status: Yup

Incident Report: We don’t talk about that night!!!

............O3 almost died (again) laughing at the puns and for the rest of us it would take almost three weeks to get the smell of mustard out of our uniforms.

Addendum: What a ridicolus night.

Name/Alias: The Corinthian

Description:

The Corinthian is generally an impeccable dresser and will often wear only  white clothing. The Corinthian's most notable physical feature is his lack of  eyes: in their place, two rows of small, jagged teeth line each eye socket,  which he often covers with sunglasses. He can speak, eat, and even  respire through these mouths. He does not seem to suffer in any way from  his lack of eyes, and indeed claims to be able to see very well; he is shown  driving adequately, even while wearing sunglasses at night. He is, however, fond of taking the eyeballs of  his victims and "eating" them by placing them in his eye sockets.

(Sandman fandom wiki)

Powers:

Complete Possesion

When the Corinthian takes over a body, the eyes are consumed and replaced by teeth and the hair turnes white while the rest stay the same this allows the Corinthian to jump between bodies.

Consuming the eyes lets him see the past of the victims and in some cases the future.

Mental manipulation.

He finds it very easy to convince people of his murderous point of view.

Weakness:N/A

Allies: People who find it fun to kill.

The Collectors.

Enemies: Spectre

Obsession: Peoples eyes and to consume them.

Status: Free.

Livng Status: N/A

Incident Report: This past year we have found four of his crime scenes. 

They have all been horrific.

Small traces of his powers has been found on all places.

We are tracking him.

Addendum:

New evidence points us towards the disappearence of The Sandman 65-70 years ago.

That he is a escaped Nighmare from the Dreamrealms under Morpheus missing time.

We have to go through the books in the house of Mystics if there is a way into the Dreamrealms.

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The SPECTRE AU-Year 1- The ABC’s of Villains

(Teaser)

I will let you take a look into the super secret archeives of SPECTRE the files that tell the stories of their first year as a Superhero Organization.

These files will tell you about all the battles and all the villains they faced, in alphabetical order.

These will function as teaser’s for the future stories.

(The Addendums will be the most telling)

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The SPECTRE AU- The ABC of Villany. Extract from the Archive- B.

Name: William Hand

Alias: Black Hand, Wilbur Palm, Black Glove, Entity

Description: The Black Hand is a 5′7 Human male.

When he is in his suit, which is made entirerly out of Body Bags. Is copletly black with a mask and cape, with a triangle symbol on his forhead and chest, which might have magic meaning.

Powers: The Power Rod, a light manipulation device specifically designed to hurt Lantern Corps.

Update: After an encounter with something (possibly aliens, evidence inconclusive) he gained a new power as well as a new a arm (which he had lost a few months earlier to the Spirit of Vengeance) he gained the power of Life-Force Absorption.

Items and Artifacts: The Power Rod.

The Black Book, A book were he writes down all of his crimes.

-Item gives power: Has the power inside it.

-Item Side effects: Points towards no.

Weakness: Life-Force Depletion, need others Life-Force, unclear if this works on Ghosts.

-update: Mentally unstable, PTSD

Allies: No, none, absolutley not.

Enemies: Green Lantern, Green Arrow, The Spirit of Vengeance light users in general.

Goals: To extinquish the light.

Obsession: Death.

Death lover, corpses specifically.

The Night, Darkness.

Status: Living human.

-update: Dead.

Living Status: Not anymore.

Incident Report: We fought him after he had got his arm back he attempted to drain O2 and O10, before O1 managed to banish him.

After some rest O10 was ok, but it seems after some health checks O2 mght have lost 1-2 years of her life force.

Unclear if this can be fixed.

Addendum 1 : After a fight with The Green Lantern, Green Arrow and the Spirit of Vengeance he lost his arm.

He possibly retired to live in a open grave.

Addendum 2: He returned with a new arm and new powers, O1 decided on banishment instead of letting him touching anyone.

Addendum 3: He is showing severe mental unstability.

He shows signs of hearing voices.

Addendum 4: He murdered his entire family with his power rod before commiting suicide the same way.

Namn: The Box Ghost

Alias: Boxy, The Crate Creep,

Description:  The Box Ghost appears as a short, somewhat round man with blue skin and short black hair. He wears  gray overalls, a gray hat, light gray gloves, a light gray undershirt, and dark gray shoes.

Powers: Standard Ghost Powers.

Telekenisis- The power to control and manipulate boxes, wood, carboard whatever.

Items: For a short time he had control over Pandoras box. He became a mild threat.

Weakness: Incompetence and general weirdness.

Allies: Lunch Lady Ghost.

Enemies: Pandora, O3, O4, Klemper.

Goals: Gather as many boxes as possibly, Getting Pandoras Box.

Obsession: Boxes, all of them.

Status: Mostly free in the Ghost Zone.

Living Status: Ghost.

Incident Report: Over 35 of them.........

Addendum: 10 years from now, we might need to check on him reguarly.

Name: Unknown

Alias: The Brain

Description: Brain in jar with wheels, voice mudulation and lights.

Powers: Massive genius level.

Durability.

Weakness: Stairs.

Tipping over.

Ego.

Allies: Monsiour Mallah (See M) Brotherhood of E.

Enemies: The Doom Patrol, Teen Titans.

Goals: World Domnation

Obsession: Dr. Niles Caulder, the one who he sees as responisible for loosing his body.

Status: Unknown Location.

Living Status: Alive

Incident Report: Stopped a kidnapping attempt, but later info and things that were said at the moment points that it was an info gathering mission for the Brain.

More info is needed.

Addendum 1: Will get into contact with the Teen Titans to exchange info.

Addendum 2: The Brain has gone through upgrades

Sounds more French now.

Name: Bullet

Alias: -II-

Description: Bare chest, eye patch and a cape.

Powers: Standard Ghost powers.

Limited Teleportation- can avoid attacks.

Items: Blasters.

Weakness: Standard ghost weakness.

Ego.

Sadism.

Allies: Walker’s Second in Command (See W)

Ghost Zone Police Department.

Enemies: O3, O4, O10

Goals: Order at all costs.

Obsession: Arresting People. Order

Status: Ghost Zone.

Living Status: Ghost

Incident Report:

The School takeover.

Addendum: He is more sadistic than Walker, will go behind his back to hurt the inmates more.

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The SPECTRE AU- The ABC of Villainy. Extract from the Archive- A

Name: Albert/’Alvin’ Desmond

Alias: Dr. Alchemy, Mister Element

Description: Middle-age or close to middle age white man in a green hood with a domino mask. Black pants and either a green or dark blue flowey shirt.

Powers: Transmute any substance into any other substance Transform the molecular structure of the human body. Some form of mental control over the Philosophers Stone.

Albert Desmond suffers from dissociative identity disorder, this is both a strength and a weakness. Making him both unstable and extremly hard to mindread or mindcontrol. Identities wants very different things.

Items and Artifacts: The Philosopher’s Stone or atleast a shard of it.

-Item gives Power: Yes

-Item Side effects: Either the cause or the increase of his  dissociative identity disorder.

Weakness: Body of a normal human.

Dissociative Identity Disorder. Makes hm on occasion more dangerous for himself than others.

Allies: Star City underworld.

The Rogues.

Enemies: The Flash.

Goals: Money, Power, generally criminally stuff.

Obssesion: Human levels.

Status: Incarcerated, 

Philosopher’s Stone: Unknown

Living Status: Alive.

Incident Report: O2 and O9 was returnng from a training session.

Flying over the woods South East of Star city were they got to see the arrest of Dr. Alchemy by the Flash.

The Fight was long and gruelling and Dr. Alchemy’s powers are close to reality bendng, O9 has raised the concern that even few Elder Ghosts, IN the Ghost Zone, IN their own Haunt would be able to manipulate so much material.

Addendum: The Philospher’s Stone is a extremly powerful magical item that can make even a stage magican a city threatenng entity.

It is said to have been made by Merlin himself and is sought after by many magical individuals that CAN NOT HAVE IT.

Main Concern: Morgana Le Fey

Lethal Force has been approved to make sure this does not occur.

This CANNOT be aloud to happened.

Destruction of the Stone: Undecided.

Name: Anton Arcane

Alias: -ll-

Description: Arcane is a tall bald humanoid, with skin that appears to be rotting, with many crude stiches.

Arcane’s one eyed and his mouth is filled with sharpened teeth.

He wears the skin of other humans to fit in society, he can shrnk atleast somewhat.

Powers: Elemental Manipulation: Rotting.

Magic- Necromancy

Genius Level intellect

Regeneration, even if only small pieces remain.

Weakness: Monsterous Apperence.

Can hide in the skin of others, but is never 100% convincng.

Items and Artifacts: N/A

-Item gives Power: N/A

-Item Sideeffects: N/A

Allies: The Parliment of Decay also called The Rot, aka the Blue

Enemies: The Parliment of Plants akaThe Green and The Parliment of the Animals aka the Red.

Goals: To cover the entire planet in the Rot.

To watch it all decay.

To kill and kill and kill and kill.

And watch it all ROT.

Obsession: Beyond anything, the Goal is everything.

Status: Unknown.

Living Status: Unknown, how the Parliment of Decay’s power effect a willing person is unknown.

Incident Report: None

This is a name from O1 to all other members, this is a name you have to have, this is a name you have to know, this is a name you have to be prepared for.

Addendum: Born in 1875 and has had his powers for over a century. Do not take him lightly.

Name: (Prince) Aragon

Alias: Prince Aragon

Description: Male, older, long gray hair, pseudo medival clothes wth a spiked golden crown.

or. a Large Black Dragon.

Powers: Standard Ghost.

-When transformed:

Firebreathing

Super human strength.

Super human endurance, do to his scales.

Claws, razor sharp.

Items and Artifacts: The Amulett or Aragon

-Items gives power: Outside of standard ghost: Yes

-Item side effects: On humans increased negative emotions.

Ghost: N/A

Allies: Henchmen, The Executioner and the Archer Ghosts.

Enemies: Princess Dorothea, O3, O6, O7

Goals: Get bride, become a king, be a dick to his sister.

Obsession: Normal Ghostly ones.

Status: In the Ghost Zone.

Living Status: Ghost.

Incident Report:  In an attempt to get himself a beautiful human bride for his wedding, he ordered his sister Dora to hold a beauty pageant in Amity Park, allowing hm to choose just the right girl.

After seeing O12 as the current judge of the pageant Aragon sends out his two henchmen, the Archer and Executioner ghosts, to keep him busy. After O7 was captured by Dora for Aragon, O3 and O6 go into the Ghost Zone to save her.

Meanwhile in Aragon's castle, it was revealed to O7 that Aragon pushes his sister around, always getting what he wants; Dora is forced to obey his every command and whim.

After O7 tries much convincing to lift Dora's confidence and hope, she turns herself into a wild and sloppy bride to convince Aragon that she is not the girl for him and thus call off the wedding.

Her plan almost worked, but Aragon planned to lock her up if not for O3 and O6 arriving at the same time to rescue her.

Feeling angry that his future wife is being "kidnapped," and hateful towards his sister  Aragon turns into his dark dragon form and fights O3 while burning the castle and the trees. Just before he finishes O3 off, Dora begins attacking him after a big pep talk from O7 to fight back.

Afterwards, O3 removes the amulet on Aragon's neck which grants him the power to become a dragon, transforming him back to his normal form.

After Aragon's defeat, Dora turns the sky from dark to light, causing time to move forward than continue its permanent hold as it had been for 1600 years.

(Source Phantom wiki phandom)

Addendum: The Amulett of Aragon was taken back to headquarters in a locked strongbox, but disappered around the 14th hour mark from it’s original capture.

If  it was stolen or returned to it’s master is currently unknown.

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S.P.E.C.T.R.E

If it was a superhero group in the Danny Phantom universe.

What would it stand for?

[cali-holland]

Golden Hearts, Ch. 2: Martinis, Girls, and Guns

Harrison Osterfield X Reader, James Bond AU ~ Sequel to Golden Bullets

Following a messy split, Harrison, Agent 007, resumes his role as an elite womanizer, after his recovery from his previous mission; meanwhile, you’ve stepped back from your 00 status, taking on cases as MI6’s assistant director from your office. When a new threat emerges to MI6 and a dear friend gets kidnapped, can you and Harrison set aside your differences to save special agent Q, better known as Tom? Or will the stakes- and your love, push you two further apart?

Word Count: 3800

Gif is not mine 

Golden Hearts Masterlist

Masterlist   Harrison Osterfield Masterlist

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Warnings: sexual themes, maybe some swearing, harry and harrison and reader all being jealous idiots 

Featured Song: “Tomorrow Never Dies” by Sheryl Crow from Tomorrow Never Dies (1997)

~ “You're not the only spy out there, It's so deadly my dear, The power of wanting you near”

A/N: Special shoutout to @duskholland​ for helping me come up with ways to write “sensual” scenes and to @allegra-writes​ for helping me learn more about the tango (which idk if this even counts lmao, don’t hate me yall it’s just a steamy dance). Also, the tango sequence was inspired by an episode of Chuck... but idk if anyone’s seen that.

~~~

“She’s not coming.” Harrison said, irritation clear in his voice as he stepped out of his BMW. Leaning against his own car, Harry grabbed his duffel bag from his feet with a frown.

“But you said you could convince her.” Harry answered, and the blond shrugged, running a hand through his hair. He went around to the back of his car and opened up the trunk for him to get out his two bags.

“I thought wrong.” He muttered. With their bags slung over their shoulders, they made their way across the tarmac to the jet that they were absolutely legally borrowing from MI6.

“We’ll just have to go on without her.” Harry paused, “I still think maybe I could’ve-“

“Harry, don’t take this wrong, but if I couldn’t convince her, then no one could.” Harrison stated definitively.

“Why’s that?” The younger agent asked, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to understand the sudden irritation in his friend.

“No reason.” He replied, biting his tongue. With Harry following him, he entered the jet’s cabin. Harrison shuffled to put away his two bags, one full of weapons and one of his actual things.

“I’ll get the jet ready.” Harry stated, setting his bag in a seat. As he made his way to the cockpit, Harrison noticed a fourth black duffel bag in the cabin. He eyed it suspiciously, but, before he could question it, he heard his friend speak again. “You’re here!”

“You think I’d leave saving Tom to you two divs?” You questioned with a laugh from the pilot’s seat as the surprised Harry took a seat in the copilot’s seat.

Harrison stepped into the doorway of the cockpit, looking at you with an unreadable expression on his face; like he too was surprised you were here, but also like he was proud that you had come. You smiled softly at him, “I thought I should save the person who’s the reason that we’re alive today.”

Registering your words as a repeat of his own, he couldn’t help the fond smile that crossed his face. “Get this thing in the air, yeah?”

“Prepare for takeoff.” You told him, before turning to the controls before you. With your back turned to him, you missed the bittersweet look on his face as he eyed you over one last time before he left for the cabin.

The air was silent between you and Harry while you two got the jet ready for takeoff. You weren’t quite sure what to say about the delicate situation that was this new, top secret mission, so you did your best, “We’ll find him, Harry.”

“I hope so.” Harry mumbled, trying to keep his focus on the jet and his emotions under control.

“He’ll be alright. He can handle himself out there.”

With the jet cruising on autopilot, you followed Harry out of the cockpit to find Harrison hunched over his laptop, checking Tom’s encrypted message again. You weren’t sure how many times he’d examined the message, but yet again you weren’t sure how many times you repeatedly looked at the images until you stumbled upon a discovery last night.

Seeing him look at the one image in particular of the one man who the database could not identify yesterday, you sat down across from him, simply stating, “His name’s Mr. White.”

“Mr. White? Didn’t 009 detain him three years ago for involvement in S.P.E.C.T.R.E.?” Harrison asked, glancing up from his computer to look at you. Whether subconsciously or not, he sat up straighter, his shoulders back with meaning.

“Yes, and, since we had little to no evidence of major involvement, MI6 released him on parole. Last known file was that he was dying from thallium poisoning, and guess where he went to live out the rest of his days.”

“Spain.” Harry answered.

“Barcelona to be exact.” You stated. “And, according to MI6’s database, Mr. White’s back profile matches that of the mystery man in Tom’s photos.”

“So you think White took Tom?”

“Yes.” You nodded, definitively. “White’s our best lead right now. Besides, M has suspicions that Oberhauser has returned, and, if he has, then he’ll be looking to regroup S.P.E.C.T.R.E. with White.”

“Oberhauser’s dead.” Harrison argued, his eyes narrowing at you.

“It wouldn’t be the first time MI6 has mistaken a case.”

“This Mr. White,” Harry trailed off, “How do you suppose we find him if he is in Barcelona?”

“He has a mansion just outside of the city.” You replied, a proud smile on your lips. “I hope you two brought your dancing shoes because we’ve got a party to crash tonight.”

~~~

Light streamed in through the open window, perfectly angled to strike in your sleepy eyes. You shuffled awake, rolling over away from the window. Your eyes peaked open, and you smiled at the site before you.

With his hair a mess and his lips parted enough that a bit of drool was slipping out, the fast asleep Harrison was your favorite thing to wake up to. Feeling your shift in the bed, he subconsciously tugged you into him with his arm wrapped around your waist. You smiled to yourself, feeling his feet nudge your legs; even asleep, he wanted to be as close to you as possible. Ever so gently, you reached a hand up to run through his hair as you tried to memorize every detail of his face. Your hand slowly shifted downwards, running over his puffed out lips.

“Why are you staring at me?” He mumbled against your fingers, eyes still closed tight.

“You’re drooling.” You teased, your finger running over the small wet spot in the corner of his mouth. Blindly, he puckered his lips out to kiss your hand, making you laugh.

Harrison chuckled as he opened his eyes and shifted closer to you to give you a proper good morning kiss. Caving into him, you rolled onto your back and his lips chased yours, never breaking the kiss while he climbed on top of you. You let out a moan, one of your legs wrapping around his hips.

The moment his fingers began to lazily tug on the hem of your t-shirt, which was really his, his phone began to buzz with the sound of his alarm. At first, neither of you made an effort to turn it off, enjoying the simplicity of each other’s embrace, but, as it continued, Harrison regretfully pulled his lips from yours.

“I need to get going.” He mumbled, moving off of you to reach his phone.

“Do you really have to go?” You asked, and he let out a small laugh.

“Duty calls.” He leaned over and gave you one last kiss before he climbed out of the bed. You sat up against the pillows, white bed sheets falling around you. You watched with a small frown on your face as he moved about your room, collecting his clothes for the new day. Your eyes drifted over to the luggage at the front door. He was off on another mission in Luxembourg this time… or maybe it was Switzerland. Ever since you stepped back from your 00 position, you had a hard time keeping up with it.

“What if you didn’t go?” Your voice was so quiet that Harrison almost thought he had imagined the whisper. Tugging on his white button up, he looked at you with a lopsided smile.

“Love, you know I have to. Besides, it’s only a week. I’ll be back from Austria before you know it.” He answered. He could sense that there was something unsure in your voice, and he gingerly sat on the bed beside you, his blue eyes searching for an answer in yours.

“Runaway with me.” You said faintly, but definitively, as your hand clasped his, “Let’s go somewhere, somewhere where it’s just us. No more sneaking around, no more MI6, no more missions, none of it.”

Harrison looked at you for a moment, and you could see him going through his options in his head. Instead of saying anything, he just pressed his lips to yours tenderly. He pulled back and rested his forehead against yours, “I’d follow you anywhere. Just let me do this mission first.”

“I love you.” A small smile slipped past your lips as you tried to contain the eager feeling inside you.

“I know.” He answered, flashing you that signature smirk.

“Y/N, come on, you gotta wake up.” Harry’s voice pulled you from your dream, or rather another memory, as he shook your shoulder lightly.

“Yes?” You mumbled, blinking your eyes open.

“Harrison’s starting the descent now. We’re here.” He explained. As you took a moment to clear your head, he studied you curiously. “Were you having a bad dream?”

“Not at all.” You gave him your best smile, but he could still register the uneasiness in your figure.

You wouldn’t call it a bad dream, per se. It was just a rather sad thing to think about now. That morning two months ago was the last morning you were truly happy and it was the last morning you spent with the one person that you wanted to wake up to every morning.

Figuring it’d be best to change the topic, Harry did just that. “While you were sleeping, I got the three of us rooms at the hotel closest to White’s mansion. MI6 has no blueprints of his house, but it’s secluded enough that-”

“That Tom might be there?” You finished his thought for him, and he nodded, biting his lip nervously.

“That’s the hope.” He replied.

“Did you two come up with a plan too?” You asked, and he nodded again.

“White will most likely have cameras everywhere and guards in areas where we can’t go. If I can get to his computer, I can hack the security system to search for Tom.” Harry explained.

“And what would Harrison and I do?”

“Keep an eye on White and watch for any trouble in the ballroom.” He stated. At his words, a smile of admiration came across your face. He didn’t sound like the cocky wannabe 00 agent anymore; no, he sounded like a true MI6 special agent. “What’s that look for?”

“You’re really coming into your title, 003.” You teased, making a small blush hit his cheeks.

“I learned from the best.” Harry winked cheekily.

Just a few hours later, the three of you were settled into your individual hotel rooms that Harry had acquired. You busied yourself with getting cleaned up for tonight, trying your best to not think about the fact that Harry’s plan ignored the very fact that it’d entail for you and Harrison to spend actual time together. You couldn’t really blame him though; he was oblivious to the history between the two of you. All he knew was that he was on a mission to save his brother with MI6’s best. And, for the sake of Tom and Harry, you needed to remain focused tonight.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to help you out tonight?” Harrison asked as soon as Harry stepped out of his hotel room.

“I don’t need help. Tom taught me how to hack; it’ll be a breeze.” Harry reassured his friend. He adjusted his cufflinks while they made their way down the hall to your room. Laughing a little, he inquired, “Why do you keep asking? Do you not want to be on White watch with Y/N?”

“I wouldn’t say-” He started, but the curly haired boy walking beside him cut him off.

“You’ve got a thing for her, don’t you?” Voicing the speculation that had been brewing in his mind for the past few hours, Harry had an accusatory sense about his words as they came to a stop in front of your door. He looked at Harrison with questioning eyes.

“No, definitely not.” Harrison just about scoffed in response. Defensively, he turned to Harry, “Do you have a thing for her?”

“No.” Harry answered too quickly for his own liking. They stood like that for a moment, staring at each other with suspicious eyes, as if they were silently daring the other to move.

It was Harry who caved first, turning to open your door with the keycard. With the door wide open, Harry and Harrison stood frozen staring at you as you had a leg up on the footrest, strapping your heel in place. You looked over at them, questioningly, “Is there a problem?”

Both boys shook their heads and stepped inside, the door shutting behind them. You switched your feet to put on your other shoe, trying to pay no mind to the two sets of prying eyes across the room. You completely knew you were showing a little in a dress perfectly tailored to your body, cutouts along your torso to emphasize all the right places, complete with a deep v neck and a high leg slit. With your heels on- specially equipped with your favorite secret knife stilettos, you stood to your full height to look at Harrison and Harry properly. You’d be lying if you said your eyes didn’t immediately catch onto Harrison and his tight, yet perfect fitting tux. The dark navy blue ever so slightly highlighted his eyes even more. Noticing your gaze on him, his lips twitched into a small smirk, and you immediately turned around to the set of ear pieces on your hotel desk.

“Here.” You handed them their ear pieces, and all of three of you put them in.

“Are you ready?” Harry asked you.

“Just about.” You said, slipping a couple lipsticks into your bag.

“I’ve missed those.” Harrison stated. He’d recognize those gold and silver lipsticks anywhere. Harry looked at him, raising his eyebrows curiously. “Gold are grenades, silver are tranq darts.”

“Genius.” He replied in awe.

You quickly applied one final touch up of your own lipstick, nothing special, before looking at them with a nod. “Ready.”

Riding in the classically styled Aston Martin DB5 from MI6, the three of you arrived to White’s party and easily blended into the crowd of people. The ballroom was busy, packed with people dressed to the nines. Splitting up, you all mingled your way around the room, taking in as much surveillance as you could.

“Two guards at the south exit.” Harry murmured into his ear piece.

“And two at the east exit.” Harrison added quietly.

“The west exit has three.” You mumbled. “Something’s got to be hiding back there.”

While you stationed yourself by the live band, pretending to be interested in their music, Harrison made his way to the bar, his personal favorite vantage point. He slid into his seat, eyes scanning the bar as a bartender approached him.

“Martini. Shaken, not stirred.” He ordered and you bit back an eye roll at his words.

“Keeping it classy, I see.” You said through the ear piece.

“Love, you know I can’t say no to a martini.” He replied, a cocky smirk resting on his face.

“Champagne?” Harry asked, holding out a flute of the golden liquid to you as he came to stand beside you, effectively drawing your attention away from Harrison.

“Thank you.” You took the flute from his hand and swirled it lightly.

“I didn’t poison it.” He joked before taking a sip of his own.

“She’s not a fan of champagne.” Harrison’s voice came through your ear piece. You glanced over at the bar to see him watching you and Harry, his fingers wrapped around his martini glass. Never breaking eye contact with him, you drank the bubbly champagne down in one quick motion.

“There’s White.” Harry pointed out, spotting the host across the room. “He’s out here, so I’m going in.”

“Be careful.” You said quietly. You watched him as he disappeared through the crowd. While you had faith in your former trainee, that didn’t mean you couldn’t still be concerned about him. 

“Don’t worry about him.” You heard Harrison say through the ear piece and also behind you. You turned to see him standing there, half- full martini glass in his hands.

“I thought you were staking out by the bar.” You motioned to the drink in his hand, and he smiled before finishing it off.

“The view’s much better over here.” He took your empty flute from your hands and placed it on a waiter’s tray, right beside his own now empty glass. The waiter moved along swiftly. “You know what the best way to survey a room is?”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest, shaking your head at him, already knowing his suggestion. “Not here.”

“Dancing.” Harrison sent you his signature smirk, his hands reaching to unravel your arms. “Come on, remember Argentina?”

“I do remember, but we can’t exactly tango in Spain.” But it was too late as he pulled you out onto the dancefloor, just as the musicians picked up their tempo with a new song.

“Sure we can.” He winked. Despite your protests, you still let him take one of your hands in his and rest his other hand on your waist, holding you close enough that you could smell the martini in his breath. To prove his point, he spun you in time with the music. He tried to take the lead, but you wouldn’t let him off that easily as the two of you danced and spun around the dancefloor; hips, feet, arms, all of you moving together in a fluid motion. With his warm hands trailing over the open slits in your dress, he quietly breathed out, “I see you’re still a great dancer.”

“You’re a little rusty.” You answered, your chest pushed against his. Your eyes briefly scanned the room, looking at the security guards at the exits and White. “Aren’t we supposed to be observing the room?”

“I am observing.” He argued, and you narrowed your eyes at him, stepping with him in time to the musician’s beats, your legs brushing against his sensually.

“Observing White, not me.”

“He’s not nearly my type.” He joked, his smile beaming as he looked at you. You went out for a spin again, but when you came in this time, you brought your leg up, hitching it to his waist with ease, thanks to the slit. Instinctively, Harrison’s hand grabbed under your thigh, his calloused fingers running over your smooth skin. His other hand splayed across your bare back, holding you up as he dipped you down quickly.

“White’s on the move.” You whispered to him when you were brought back up, your leg still clinging to him tightly.

“I’m watching him.” Harrison mumbled back to you, before dipping you again. This time, he dipped with you, drinking you in with his nose tickling your collarbone and trailing up your neck until his eyes were level with his. It wasn’t until then, under his electrifying stare, that you realized just how fast your own heart was racing. Still holding you tightly in the dipped position, Harrison darted his eyes down to your lips, and, for a split moment, you weren’t even sure if you’d mind if he kissed you right then.

“Harrison?” A voice asked from in front of him. His head darted up to see the stranger that somehow knew him.

“Madeleine?” He brought you back up to a standing position. His hands immediately dropped from your side, and you stepped away from him to see the stranger. You felt yourself stand a bit taller seeing the other woman before you. This Madeleine was by all means a standard model looking woman- tall, thin, fragile features, and a beautifully simple periwinkle silk dress.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here. How are you?” She asked with a genuine smile, and you quickly picked up on a slight French accent when she spoke with a hint of an Austrian accent. 

“I’m good, yeah. And you?” Harrison replied, almost nervously. You glanced between him and Madeleine, confused by the exchange occurring, and that’s when you saw it. The small spark in Harrison’s eyes as he looked at her, a spark that was once reserved for you. You felt an unfamiliar feeling begin to twist in your gut.

“Never been better.” She smiled, and even her smile was perfect. She looked over at you, laughing a little. “I’m so sorry, I should introduce myself. I’m Madeleine Swann. I met Harrison back in Austria.”

“Y/N.” You answered, shaking her hand gracefully, despite that feeling growing inside you. Austria. Of course it had to be that mission.

“What are you doing here? In Spain?” Harrison asked her with a smile.

“This is my father’s party.” Madeleine explained and you bit back your surprise. “We haven’t talked in years, though, so I’m not quite sure why he invited me tonight.”

Before the conversation could carry on further, Harry’s voice came through the ear piece that you almost forgot was in, “I’m coming back out. I checked every bit of his system and Tom’s not here.”

“I’ll let you two catch up. I really should be going.” You told Madeleine and Harrison, who sent you a quick nod.

“It was lovely to meet you.” Madeleine called after you before you could fully walk away. You gave her one last fake smile and turned to go find Harry in the crowd. Just as you saw the familiar head of curls through the sea of people, you heard a sharp scream from the other side of the room, sending the civilians into a frenzy as they tried to run away. Through the commotion, Harry managed to reach you.

“What happened?” You asked him, and Harrison ran up to the two of you with a distressed Madeleine behind him.

“White’s dead.” Harrison stated. “We need to leave.” You glanced over at Madeleine, and he reached to grab her hand, “We can trust her. She comes with us.”

“We don’t have time to debate it.” Harry said, pointing towards the armed security as they drew their weapons. Quickly, the four of you ran with the crowd of terrified guests back to your cars.

“I’ll go with Madeleine to get her car. Rendezvous at the hotel.” Harrison announced, not giving you or Harry time to react before the two of them disappeared into the crowd.

You and Harry ran back to the DB5 as fast you could. He slipped into the driver’s seat, and you took one last glance back at the chaos leaving the party. You felt your breath catch in your throat as you saw the one person you thought you’d never see alive again.

“Y/N, come on!” Harry urged, pulling you from your thoughts. Shaking your head, you got into the car.

No. There was no way you just saw him.

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Golden Bullets, Epilogue

Harrison Osterfield X Reader, James Bond!AU

Harrison Osterfield, Agent 007, was once the best MI6 agent around with the astounding reputation as a womanizer. Between illegal gold smuggling and black market trading of weapons, he finds himself deeper in his latest mission than intended, weaving himself into a web of the criminal organization, S.P.E.C.T.R.E.. At the center of it all is the one woman who’s never fallen for his charms- you, Agent 006, the best MI6 agent, the new assistant director of the program, and his new partner.

Word Count: 1200

Gif is not mine ~ is it from the greatest showman though??

Golden Bullets Masterlist

Masterlist   Harrison Osterfield Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, mentions of violence, blood, sexual themes

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The chime of the elevator arriving to its floor rang out through Harrison’s ears, and he slowly stepped out into the hall. Leaning on his newly acquired black cane, he walked down the familiar hallway to Q’s lab.

“You look like shit.” Tom commented as soon as Harrison stepped into the room.

“Nice to see you too.” He replied. “Anything new for me?”

Tom let out a small sigh, shaking his head. “You’re not in the field anymore, remember? M would have my head if I give you a new gadget.” There was a pause between the two of them as Harrison didn’t know what to say, just looking down at the table of blueprints and computers. “I know why you’re here.”

“And any updates?” Harrison asked.

“You know as much as I do.” He said, “M has been quiet about it, even Moneypenny doesn’t know.”

“I just would’ve thought we’d know something by now.” He mumbled.

“We? Or you?”

Tom’s words made Harrison go silent again, and he turned around to leave the room. He stumbled a bit, still getting used to his cane. Tom called out to him just as he reached the elevator, “Cuba. Last I heard.”

Harrison stepped back into the elevator, leaning against the cool metal as the doors shut once again. He sighed, closing his eyes in hopes of finding some peace. His free hand ghosted over the stitches on his hip from the bullet wound.

If someone would’ve asked him two months ago where he thought he’d be in his life, he wouldn’t have said here. No, he would’ve never even guessed that he’d be anywhere near this physical and mental state. He didn’t feel like an agent anymore, he didn’t feel like a famed womanizer; he just felt lonely.

It had been one and a half months since his last mission ended, since he got shot when trying to protect you from Oddjob’s bullets, since he was rushed to the hospital for emergency surgery, since he saw you. You had stayed by his side until he went into surgery, but once he came to, all patched up and okay again, you were gone, vanished without a trace.

The original rumor going around MI6 was that you went awol, mia, rogue. Those rumors still lingered, but then it got out that you had been corresponding with M, on a special top-secret mission. Moneypenny, M’s most trusted assistant, and Tom, M’s most trusted genius, didn’t even know. Harrison hadn’t even heard from you, not truly. All he had was a “wish you were here” postcard from Venice and that didn’t even have a message on it except for a small 006 written in the corner.

For the past few weeks, his life had been full of readjustments. The MI6 physician had barred him from any field work, placing him on temporary leave. He was supposed to keep exercise to a minimum, which was why the only time he got out was when he journeyed to Q to ask him the same question once a week.

When Harrison got back to his apartment, it felt colder than usual as if the window was open, and he never left the window open. He clutched his cane tighter, finger hovering over the trigger button that would turn the simple object into a knife, one Q had designed for him for protective measures. Slowly, his eyes scanned his dark living room before flicking on the light.

Nothing seemed out of place.

Nothing except for the new “greetings from Havana” postcard sitting on his coffee table.

Smiling to himself, he eased up as he saw the recognizable “006” in the corner. He toyed with the postcard in his hand, making his way over to the open window across the room. The moment he shut and locked it, he heard a creak in the floorboards down the hall in his bedroom.

He set the postcard back down on the coffee table on his way through the living room and down the hall. He stepped into his bedroom, turning on the light in the process. Just as he was about to go check further in his apartment, he noticed a new object in his room. In the armchair in the corner of the room sat a familiar hat- the hat of Oddjob, and peaking out from under the hat was a golden gun.

“What’s a girl gotta do to get a martini around here?” He heard a voice from behind him. “Shaken. Not stirred.”

Smirking, Harrison turned around. “Oh, I’ve missed you.”

He barely got the words out before your lips were on his for a passionately tender kiss. Harrison dropped the cane to wrap both of his arms around your waist. Your lips pulled away from his, “I told you I’d kill Oddjob. Sorry it took so long.”

“Anytime away from you is too long, angel.”

“I’m glad to see you haven’t changed.” You smiled, but the playfulness dropped when your hand brushed over the wound. Your fingers felt the scarred skin, still recovering from the bullet, as his own fingers traced over your old bullet wound. You whispered quietly to him, “So now you know what it feels like to get shot.”

“It’s a feeling I never want to experience again.” His hand trailed up from your hip to cup the side of your face.

“Me neither. I know that you can handle yourself, but you really scared me that night.”

“That’s the job, love. I’m fine now.” He reassured you with a smile. You raised your eyebrows at him, pressing harder on the wound and he winced, grabbing your hand to take it away from his skin.

“Fine, huh?” You teased, bending down to grab the cane off the floor.

“Fine.” Harrison replied. As he went to take it from your hands, he noticed the cut through your jeans and the gash on your leg, running down the side of your shin. “What happened?”

“It’s nothing.” You insisted as if it was a simple scratch. With his cane, Harrison made his way over to his bathroom, getting out the first aid kit. You sat down on the bed, already knowing what he’d ask. He sat on the edge with you, pulling your leg over his lap.

“Did Oddjob do this to you?” He asked, moving away the torn material of your jeans to apply disinfectant to your wound. When he finally got a good look at it, he realized it wasn’t very deep and the blood hadn’t fully dried yet. “I thought you were in Havana. How is this wound so fresh?”

“Let’s just say I won’t be climbing through the window anymore.” You watched with a smile on your face as confusion crossed Harrison’s face before he was struck with realization and that signature smirk played on his lips.

“My window did this to you? Wow, 006, you’re really slipping up.” He teased, wrapping your leg with a bandage.

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes at him, unable to hold back your smile. “I will beat you with your cane if you tell anyone at MI6 about this.”

“Oh, will you now?” Harrison asked, pressing down onto your cut and you grimaced, just as he had earlier.You shoved his hand off you and scooted closer to him, your faces just mere inches apart.

“You’re the worst, Osterfield.” You laughed, your eyes trailing from his eyes to his lips as you leaned in closer to him.

Just before your lips met his, he mumbled, “Yeah, you’re pretty insufferable yourself, Y/L/N.”

“Dickhead.” You playfully slapped his chest. Harrison just chuckled before his hand came to the back of your head, leading your lips to his. He deepened the kiss, and you shifted fully into his lap, mindful of both of your wounds.

“You’re the best partner I could’ve asked for.” He said softly, his lips barely leaving yours as he spoke.

“I know.” You smiled before continuing to kiss him. Both of you were more than content to be back in each other’s arms.

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A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who read this series and supported me throughout it! I’m sad it has come to its end, but I hope you’ve all enjoyed it as much as I have! Lots of love, Sammy!

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