bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin | Willy/Bond/Harry

"I don't doubt that," Q said dryly. "And I'm not keen to spell out our love affair or sex life for you, so just trust me when I tell you, he's not easily replaced.

It wasn't just love. Bond understood his needs in a way no one ever had. James knew what he needed and when he needed it. Knew how to center him when he started to feel lost. Bond knew that even when he was being mouthy, it wasn't cheek, it was how Q expressed his love. Bond just understood.

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"Hmm."

Willy considered him a moment.

"But...are you?"

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Q visiby reacted to that, angry at first, then upset.

He said nothing though, turning away and deciding not to speak again until he had to.

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Bond had been up since sunrise, ready to receive Q. There had been breakfast and he'd shaved. A lovely nymph had washed and braided his hair and his clothes were clean and fresh and bright.

It made him think he'd have a use for Nyx aboard the ship after all. Salt water was terrible for the laundry. A nymph's magic, though. Perfect.

"Harry," he called as he approached the man in the main hall. "They aren't here yet? Where is everyone? Do fae sleep the day away?" he grumbled nervously, looking more dashing and polished than he ever had before.

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Harry started to say something else, but then blinked at Bond in surprise. He ignored the question and asked, “Why do you look so…” He couldn’t even think of the right word. Good? Civilized? Perhaps Bond had decided that he could be perfectly diplomatic on his own after all. Harry, who looked much the same, which was how he always looked, felt a bit frumpy in comparison.

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Bond waited for him to finish, then realized he'd simply stopped.

"So...what?" he asked, looking down at himself.

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"Like a diplomat," Harry said, saying the term in much the same almost accusatory way that Bond had said it to him.

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"Are you suggesting I don't need you, after all?" Bond asked, taking it as a compliment whether Harry meant it that way or not.

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"Oh no," Harry said, his lips quirking just a little, "you do look good, but you still have to open your mouth."

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"And that's where you come in," he smiled, a curve that was utterly heartbreaking. "We'll get him back."

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Bond said that as if he somehow knew how important Q was to Harry as well.

“We will,” he said, mouth set in a determined straight line. Then added, “I’ll do the talking then. But I’m sure you looking pretty will help.”

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The doors opened to reveal Willy with Q in tow. He'd dropped his glamour in the fae lands and in his true Daoine form, it was clear he was royalty. Exile had not diminished his true self.

He sauntered forward, a placid smile on his face.

"You have come for what is yours," he said. "And now that the king is dead and the prince home, you may have it."

He stepped out of Q's way.

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There was no way it was that simple, and Q seemed unsure as he started to step towards Harry and Bond. When the fae seemed to make no move to stop him, he walked a little faster.

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Harry too was surprised, assuming that there had to be some kind of catch. He looked at Willy for a moment, and then saw Q hurrying towards them.

He wa standing just slightly in front of Bond, and so when Q approached, he instinctively reached out and took his hand, pulling him in. Relief evident on his face, despite being wary.

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Bond stepped closer, a hand resting warmly on Harry's back as the other came around to pull Q into an embrace as well.

Willy watched the reunion, pleased to see everything seemed to have worked out. He desired no ill will, nor did he desire a good-bye, so with a wave at the trio, he turned to walk away.

Leaving behind him a touch of magic. Enough for good will, happiness, and whatever love may already exist. That, he knew, was enough for men to diregard a fae entirely.

"Good to have you back," Bond told Q, not a moment of thought given to the departing prince.

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Q was a little surprised when Harry reached him first, but settled against him and held on in return. Even more shocking was when Bond seemed to embrace them both.

"For the record, while that abduction was not entirely unpleasant, I'd prefer we avoid that sort of thing in the future," he said, holding the pair tightly and allowing himself this moment of comfort.

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Harry too was surprised in more ways than one in the position they found themselves in. But he found himself relaxing, into Bond as well, and said quietly, “Yes, I think so.”

He glanced at Bond. “You got all dressed up for nothing.”

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Bond flashed him a charming smile, the sort that he knew made Q melt.

"Not for nothing," he said, then turned that smile on Q.

"To celebrate."

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Q did, indeed, melt a little.

"Early in the day for celebration," he said, not really noticing the way he naturally settled in against Harry's chest.

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“Special occasion,” said Harry. He touched Q’s arm and had to resist the urge to do more, like kiss the top of his head. He felt strangely warm. Towards both of them, honestly. Maybe he was just relieved.

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Bond nodded in agreement.

"Are you alright?" Bond asked then, concern furrowing his brow. "Has that fae been...tolerable?"

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"He was infuriatingly pleasant the whole time," Q assured them both. Which must have been frustrating for the fae and quartermaster both, as Q did like to pick at people a bit- Even start a quarrel on occasion.

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“We were worried,” blurted Harry. Well. He certainly had been. “Just…I’m glad all is well.”

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