Slapstick

Slapstick

DrumBeatMoriarty

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Parts 1

Ongoing<5 mins

Last published Sun, Dec 9, 2012

Fanfic

Tags00q romance thriller

In which Q can save himself. { This is a Skyfall fan fiction, written in an attempt to fend off writers block. I don't own the characters, the stories, or the movies. I am in no way affiliated with these brilliant people. I'm gaining no profit from this story. Ben Whishaw's face. That is all. }

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