#007 x Q

[mare--noctis]

like a catherine wheel by @thestalwartheart

vae tibi et omnibus quae me sentire fecisti

Its not what I promised, but rather something else entirely.

Until next time,

Mare Noctis Studios

(K. E. Birch)

[3nigm4art]

Merry Christmas

[flexitarianfandom]

Belvedere

KittenKin

Summary:

Bond prepares to go undercover as a model. Q discovers a new kink.

[hannaloony]

[sigh-lighter]

IT’S ALL CONNECTED :0000!!!

[sleep-i-ness]

Three Little Words (Q x Reader)

Summary: Q comes home to an intruder in his flat.

Word count: 1.6k

The door buzzed open, and Q frowned. Something was off. He sniffed the air, eyes narrowed as he took a step forward and flicked the light switch. Amber light flooded the flat, casting an orange glow over his furniture, which was… exactly where he’d left it. He drew his eyebrows closer together. He wasn’t going mad and there had definitely been a disturbance. But it had left no visible trace.

A soft mewl interrupted his train of thought as Arthur trotted out from around the corner, looking mightily pleased with himself. Q sighed, picked him up (ignoring the sounds of protest) and plopped him down on the sofa. But Arthur just gave him an affronted look and jumped off the sofa to prowl back to where he’d come from.

Q stared after him with a furrowed brow, before shaking his head and following. How silly, he mused, as he skulked after his own cat, jumping at shadows looming in the corners.

Arthur came to a halt in front of Q’s closed bedroom door, tilting his head and miaowing plaintively. Q gulped. The door had never looked so ominous before. He reached out one tentative hand to grip the door handle and the other felt at his pockets for the taser he always kept in reach, in case of emergencies. The familiar plastic shape did little to slow his racing heartbeat, but he swallowed harshly and turned the door handle.

It creaked as it swung open and Q winced, heart leaping up to his throat. But nothing jumped out.

He prodded it further open, withdrawing his hand as if the door had scalded him, and squinted to see if he could make anything out in the dark. There was nothing obvious.

Q took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, before stepping through the doorway, hand darting out to turn the light on, pulse pounding in his ears as the room was filled with brightness. He blinked, scanning the room and-

Ah.

Arthur leapt onto the bed, curling up next to the unconscious figure sprawled on top of the covers, hair streaming out around them like a halo.

He sighed, padding over gently so as not to wake you. You looked so much younger when you were asleep, the lines of stress smoothed from your face, the only moments when you were truly at peace. He smiled softly, unable to stop himself from leaning forward and moving a strand of hair from where it had flopped over into your face. You mumbled something incoherent, turning your face into his hand, and he froze. But you didn’t stir any further.

And so he left, shooing Arthur out of the room before turning the lights back off again.

--

The soft creak of floorboards from the hallway barely registered as Q stared at his computer screen, cold cup of tea forgotten on the floor beside him. It didn’t make sense. He frowned, retyping the line yet again. Yes, Einstein had said that insanity was doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results, but in this case, he couldn’t think of anything else.

Even when you shuffled into the living room, face flushed and eyes bright as you yawned into the paw of your jumper, he didn’t look up, instead continue to mutter to himself. It was only when you’d sat down behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and hiding your face in his neck that he greeted you. You nestled your head against him, your breath tickling his neck as you curled yourself tightly around him.

“Hello darling,” he murmured, eyes still focused on this bloody problem. You mumbled back something, voice muffled by his shoulder and arms tightening around his waist. “Bad day at work?”

You shrugged, which he’d come to realise in you-language meant yes. You lifted your head to join him in staring at his work, chin now digging into his shoulder.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You hummed noncommittally, pressing your lips to the side of his head in a fleeting kiss. Q’s mouth twitched upwards before settling into its almost ingrained downturn as he glared at his laptop. Sometimes he really hated his job. But it wasn’t so bad when you were clinging to him.

“How did you get in?”

He could feel the look you were giving him without even having to turn his head and he laughed. “Sorry, my love, silly question. The system recognised you then?”

You shook your head, pout settling firmly onto your face. “I literally had to climb through a window. You should keep them locked by the way.”

“Well, how else would I be able to ensure that my super-spy girlfriend can get in?” He nudged you, delighting in the little smile that you were trying to keep off your face.

You huffed a laugh, relenting slightly. “And every other super spy out there. Or just someone with good climbing skills.”

“Yes, but,” he ignored your eye roll, “the system inside must have recognised you because you didn’t trip the alarm or get attacked by the security system.”

You shrugged. He stole a look at you, and then a kiss to your check, and you flushed, pout disappearing instantly. Q laughed at your flustered expression, and you wrinkled your nose in a half-scowl, hiding your face back in his shoulder.

“Shut up,” you grumbled, words muffled by his shirt and Q just chuckled again.

“00 agent turned into a blushing mess by her Quartermaster.”

“Not the only situation in which you can turn me into a mess,” you purred, lips right up to his ear and Q narrowed his eyes at the sudden shift in tone. He raised an eyebrow at you and your just smirked. “Come to bed.”

Ah, so that’s what you’d emerged out of your slumber for, like a bear from hibernation… He was not saying that comparison out loud. Q shook his head. “I can’t, my love. I need to finish this off.”

You frowned, lips pursing, and he could almost see the cogs turning in your head as you decided seduction wasn’t going to work. You dropped the sultry tone, fixing him instead with the widest puppy dog eyes he’d ever seen. Q snorted and you just batted your eyelashes at him with a ��Please?”

When he turned his attention back to his laptop, you became more frustrated, peppering kisses over the side of his face until he had to turn and look at you.

“Come to bed, sleep on it, it’ll be there in the morning.”

Q sighed, looking back and forth between you and the lines of code. You were a far more tempting option.

It only took you saying “Please” one more time, with a slightly more believable pout, for him to give in, and he almost wished he had done it sooner at the sight of the beaming grin that lit up your face as you leapt up, practically dragging him up with you. He groaned, stretching out half-asleep limbs, and you watched him delightedly, waiting for him to stop complaining before pulling at him again.

Q laughed as you tugged him to the bedroom and flopped yourself down onto the mattress with a bounce. You propped yourself up to watch him change with a cheeky smirk, raising one eyebrow as he hesitated. Now it was his turn to flush, aware of your intense gaze as he peeled off his shirt and slipped into his pyjamas.

Q caught the sight of you stretching out a hand in the mirror when he turned around, fingers flexing in a grabbing motion, and he laughed. You didn’t relent and he sighed exaggeratedly before backing up obligingly for you to grope him. You smiled proudly and then shuffled over to make room for him in the bed.

As soon as he was under the covers you snuggled into him, one leg hooking over him, and an arm sprawled over his torso. He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You were like a limpet, holding him tight right until you finally drifted off to sleep. But he would never dare to move out of your grip, in case you woke up and found him missing.

“I love you,” you murmured sleepily, and Q froze.

His heartrate picked up as he stared at you, panic thrumming his veins. What- He couldn’t really compute what you’d just said; he was fine with numbers, with data, with code, with machines, but this? He didn’t know how to react.

Almost as if you could hear his racing thoughts, you looked up at him with a soft smile and just laughed. He frowned.

“I can hear your heartbeat,” you said, as a means of explanation. “Don’t fret, you silly man. You don’t have to say it back until you’re ready.”

You stretched up, pressing a kiss to his cheek before laying your head back down on his chest, and his hand came up automatically to stroke your hair. Mind still racing. Was he-? You’d never really properly defined this relationship, knowing that with labels came HR forms and danger, but it had become second nature for you to come to his flat after a mission, after a long day at work, or really just whenever you fancied. And his cats loved you.

But he still didn’t know how to answer you. Not yet.

It wasn’t until your breathing evened out that Q fully came to terms with what just happened and what his answer was. And smiled.

“I love you too,” he whispered, words hanging in the still night air.

[maalidoesart]

where you go, i go

[snoweylily]

Give me a call if you ever get lonely I'll be like one of your girls or your homies Give me a call if you ever get desperate I'll be like one of your girls

[gillieey]

❄️ another cheeky 00q sketch because sometimes theyre all i think about....❄️

[lesbian-of-nine]

i hate gay people......

[benoits-neckerchieves]

00q vibes

[mare--noctis]

the fly in the amber

all the miles between us

the ballad of you (and your brain)

all by the amazing @thestalwartheart

A new cover (the fly in the amber) and 2 updated ones, I had immense fun playing around with these ones.

Until next time,

Mare Noctis Studios

(K. E. Birch)

[3nigm4art]

Merry Christmas

[sl-newsie]

Query: Q x 00 Agent Masterlist

Summary: (Begins during Skyfall) A young 00 agent has been partnered with Bond for a year until his gunshot leaves him wounded. What will happen when they each are assigned a new Quartermaster? Warnings: language, gun violence, some slight suggestive language

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[13ag21k]

If I had a nickel for everytime one of my ships met at an art gallery I would have

Three nickels. It is very weird to have happened three times.

[harmfulb1tch]

Q (Quartermaster) x reader

Summary: You visit Q in the lab.

Ship: Q x reader

“What is it?” Q says, he doesn’t look up from his computer as you walk in.

“Hey!” You greet him cheerfully, happy to see your boyfriend.

“Yes?” He asks again, quickly looking up and realizing it was you who was speaking.

“Can’t I just visit my boyfriend while he’s working?” You ask him, sarcastically. 

“You’re distracting me, I’m busy” he says softly in a slightly rude tone. You didn’t think anything of it, especially because you know your boyfriend and his ways.

“Oh hon, don’t worry. I won’t do anything” you reassure him

“Fine, but you have to be quiet. I’m really busy” he says as he goes back to work.

“What are you working on? Is it one of the gadgets for my next mission?” Being a doble 0 agent was a dangerous job, but knowing that your boyfriend created all the weapons anad gadgets for your missions made you feel much safer.

“Yes. This is a new gadget, it’s very important for your mission. So could you stop distracting me now?” he says, concluding the conversation. You sat patiently and quietly in a comfortable chair in his lab. After around five minutes of peaceful silence, you grew impatient.

“Babe, I’m bored” you said, interrupting him yet again.

“Ugh, I really am busy, but fine. What do you want to do?” he sighed.

“Nothing, you’re busy” you laughed. While he was sitting in his desk, you walked up behind him and hugged his neck, pressing against him.

“What are you doing?” He said surprised.

“Hugging my boyfriend?” You asked rethorically.

“While I’m working?” He said. You nodded. You saw a small smile start to appear on his face “Don’t you have something else to do?”

“Nope!” You said, kissing his cheek loudly and obnoxiously.

His smile grew and sarcastically said “You’re not making my work any easier:”

“I know sweetie, but deep down you love it” you brushed his hair with your fingers lovingly.

“Maybe I do,” he said, his smile ever present.

“Of course you do, honeybear” you said, the nickname falsely annoying him. You kissed his cheek loudly again.

“Can you stop calling me that?” he said.

“Nope! Because, deep down, you love it.”

He chuckled at your ridiculous humor. He proceeded to finally turn around, stand up and kiss you deeply. “Fine, I do, but I’m still trying to work here” he said, grabbing your cheeks fondly, towering over you. You blush at his sudden assertiveness.

“And who can I annoy? Bond? Absolutely not” He laughed at your ways.

“I guess I’ll have to put up with you” he said, you yet again agreed with him.

You set up your computer on another table in his lab. You started to quietly work on some reports you had to hand in to M by the end of the day. They regarded your last mission, it had been a tough one. You still remembered how Q had picked you up at the airport with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, with a slight concerned look when he took a glimpse of the cuts and bruises that adorned your beautiful face. When you arrived at his apartment, he made you dinner and took care of you. You both cuddled for hours after that, under a blanket, watching a movie and scratching his cat’s ears. While he was working, Q interrupted your thoughts by speaking yet again. 

“Can I ask you a favor?” Of course, you said yes “Would you mind making me something… for after work?” he asked sofly. 

“What do you mean?” you asked. he looked away and started to blush.

“I mean, something for dinner”

“Of course honey! What are you craving, hm?” you asked to further know his preferences.

“Nothing specific… just something… relaxing” he pondered 

“So italian? or Japanese?” you asked

“That’s not really what I meant… Even though I do love that type of food…” 

“So Take out and candles? How does that sound?” you asked him again. He agreed with your choices for dinner, blushing.  “Good… then that’s done” 

His grin grew, almost ear to ear now “You really are the best” he said, leaning over to kiss you again. 

You kissed him back, running your fingers through his hair “Oh I know, Q”

He wrapped his arms around you “Don’t get too cocky now…” 

“Why not?” you hummed

He smiled, giving you a final peck “Fine, you can be a little cocky as long as you don’t disturb my work!” he said. You pouted at his words, going back to the comfortable silence between the two of you.