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akwelvhi · 7 years ago

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Liebling

(Bonn, Germany - 10 years on)

Category: 007 Games 2017

For the end of Fluff Week !!! Also for Fluff table prompt - Holiday & Anniversary (free space prompt)

The trip was long overdue. James had intended to whisk Q away on their 10th anniversary, even prepared a clever poem to go with the bouquet he had ordered. But alas, his carefully arranged words on binary and commemorations had to be delayed.

As a retired double oh, James found himself often being called up on sudden stand-by duties when M had this urgent meeting or that important gala to attend. Q having to oversee several double oh’s, whose missions all happened to coincide on that particular date, didn’t help either.

The moment they were cleared for leave, James whisked them straight to the airport from MI6. He had everything packed and ready, and even though he was in his fifties he was still quicker on his feet than a sleep deprived quartermaster.

Having landed in Germany just that morning, and checked into a hotel that was utterly indulgent. James accidentally let slip that he had a special date planned for the next day. Q spent much of the afternoon wheedling James for information, which eventually lead to their writhing bare bodies on the balcony lounge.

They managed to tear apart long enough to check out the pool-bar, confusing the poor german patrons when their bickering was followed by heated kisses. James swept Q back to their room where they didn’t even make it to the bed. Still half dressed and spent on the bedroom floor, the darker hues of the setting sun painted quite the picture of them and their tangled limbs.

Dinner was a sweet candle lit affair in the privacy of their bedroom. Which meant more wheedling from Q who hadn’t managed to get a peep out of James. Dessert provided the perfect cover for James to evade said questions, followed by a particularly overzealous bout of sex which had Q falling asleep promptly after.

Smug that he still had it in him, James made a few phone calls, before curling up around his lover for the night.

“Technically, it’s just a weekend trip.” James sighed, the sides of his eyes crinkling at Q’s petulant look. Their debate - if the present trip should be called a holiday or a weekend getaway.

“Holiday.” Q repeated, quite adamantly. “Four full days - and I trust R to not call me - I’m definitely calling this a holiday.”

“Is she ready to step down an alphabet then?” James steered.

“We’ll see won’t we?” Q smirked, appearing very smug about something. James bumped Q against his hip, chuckling as Q huffed indignantly and looped an arm around the retired agent’s waist. Falling back to their comfortable banter as they walked on.

“Where are you taking me?” Q asked curiously, after several minutes of walking with no sight of the cafe James had mentioned.

“You’ll see.” James grinned as he led them to turn the corner, onto the street he had specifically picked out for this.

“Oh, James.” Q sighed, stopping right there on the sidewalk as he stared upwards.

The dark wood of the tall trees stretched out on both sides of the whole street, their branches stretching across, heavy with pink blossoms. In full bloom, the cherry blossoms stretched like a canopy, shading cars and cafes alike.

Q seemed content to stand and stare, with his hand against the small of Q’s back, James led him towards the cafe. They had a table reserved for them, with a full view of the blossoms. Not an easy feat considering the holiday peak season. But totally worth it as he found himself on the receiving end of one of Q’s rare simpering smiles. James lips still tingled with the long kiss Q had given him, not bothering to reign in the pure delight shining in his eyes.

Heartened by the gorgeous ambiance, and a perfect cup of tea, Q turned positively charming. Their usual snark filled banter gave way for warm exchanges that was downright sappy, but they were both enjoying it too much to care. With his dark curls tousled in the passing breeze, looking relaxed and positively radiant. James found it hard not to fall all over again for the quartermaster.

His gaze lingered over Q, his thick curls messy as always, pale complexion void of any spots, and a jawline that appeared sharper with age. James once had pointed out how he was way past his prime while Q was on the cusp of his. Q had laughed, then proceeded to challenge James to a showdown of optimal performance.

The years were kinder on Q than they were on James. Ten, glorious, years it had been. James often feels a wonder with how, at more than half a century, he’d be this content and settled. Not only alive, but with a heart so full, that all his little broken pieces never mattered.

“I planted a neat little bug in our systems.” Q stated suddenly, sipping his tea as he gazed up at the blossoms hanging overhead.

James blinked, his brain grappling to change gears from the beauty his eyes was feasting on, and any possible insects that may be afloat. Barking out a laugh when he caught on to what Q meant.

“They haven’t called you yet?” James asked, amused at the gleeful look overcoming Q’s features.

“No,” Q hummed thoughtfully, “but I did get a text from R, who’s quite insistent I enjoy my holiday.”

“And have you enjoyed yourself, Liebling.” James asked, loving how a simple german endearment could tease a blush from a 40-year old man.

“I have, very much indeed.” Q smiled warmly as he met James’s eye. The thought of what he had planned for later must have given him away. After so many years, Q caught on to even the slightest of tells.

“Somehow it feels like you’re buttering me up for something?” Q sighed - fond - despite the suspicious narrow of his eyes. James had been absolutely obliging the entire trip.

“Nothing you won’t like, Liebling.“ James smirked back. “Nothing you won’t like.”

“Honestly James, did you really have to go through all this trouble?” Q groused as they got into bed that evening. The oak poster bed had a subtle elegance, none of those heavy drapes, but sturdy enough for the silk ropes James had coiled beautifully on the overhead frame.

Ropes and bindings were something James liked very much, but Q not so. Only because he bruised so easily, and they usually left him feeling quite stiff the morning after. He needed his arms supple for the demands of his everyday job. Not achy, even if they ached in a pleasant way.

However, with nothing planned for the next day, except their evening flight back. The thought of that delightful ache, and an indulgent day spent in bed had Q’s heart racing in anticipation. It took some restraint to not strip too quickly the moment he saw James lay those silken thick coils on the bed.

“Really.” Q deadpanned, expression carefully uninterested. Yet leaning comfortably atop the thousand thread count sheets, completely naked, and very interested.

“Of course.” James replied charmingly. His thumb going over Q’s knuckles soothingly, as his lips ghosted over an earlobe.

Q’s eyes fluttered shut, letting his head fall back as he breathed deeply. James hands closing firmly around slender wrists, slowly raising them up. Deftly looping the overhanging ropes to suspend Q’s wrists in a tight hold above his head.

“Relax.” James deep voice rumbling against Q’s neck, pliantly tilted to give the man more room. Q tested the strength of the bonds on his wrists, arching his back to feel its pull as he felt the smooth material against his thigh. With his leg folded, calf to thigh, James soon had Q’s ankle bounded just below the curve of his buttock. James nipped at an inner thigh, earning a shuddering breath from the man below him. Leaving a trail of red marks back up to that lovely unmarked skin of his lover’s clavicle. Before sucking larger marks onto Q’s shoulders and neck.

“James.” Q gasped, hazel green eyes looking pleadingly to James. For what, he himself wasn’t sure.

“Relax, Liebling.” James smiled deviously, inciting a shiver in the body beneath his. “I’ll take care of you.”

Blue eyes lit up, when Q blinked slowly with the barest nod, breathing deeply again. Surrender had never felt so good.

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akwelvhi · 7 years ago

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Fluff Prompt Table - Completed

Links to posts made for Fluff Prompt Table 005 :

Home - Headcanon

Pets - Fic. Headcanon

Habits - Headcanon

Transformation - Fic, Fic

Anniversary *Free Space* - Fic

Holiday - Fic

Reconciliation - Fic

Bed Sharing - Headcanon

Trust - Headcanon

Achievement unlocked! -is pleased with self- ^_____^

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akwelvhi · 7 years ago

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Headcanon - Prompt fill

Q is a stress baker.

Contrary to popular belief, Q’s kitchen at home is not empty. There always is enough ingredients for him to bake a few batches of gingersnap biscuits, a basket of scones, several Chelsea buns and at least one Victoria sponge.

He has a Neff Slide & Hide® Oven, and a whole assortment of mixers, whisks, measuring cups, sieves, piping bags, and two dozen piping tips - just to mention a few.

Q favours the bite-sized easy to eat variety of bakes. As such, his Batternberg, Eccles, and Welsh cakes, were to die for. It took some time for him to perfect his scones and shortbreads. But they were now a staple of Q branch, with their own labeled glass jar on the break room table. Right next to the tea station. The glass jar was often refilled.

Breads in particular were a tricky spot - what with his cold hands that didn’t make for good kneading and rising. Q may or may not have invented heated latex-thin gloves, just for this specific purpose.

Q baked so often that his house smelled like a bakery. He was careful to ensure the scent did not spread to his wardrobe. The minions were suspicious enough, what with how Q always shared the ‘bought baked goods’ from ‘that bakery’ which they were never able to find.

It was 007 who unintentionally blew his cover one day. With an innocent passing comment on how the scones jar in the break room was running low, and that Q should bake the cranberry ones next.

So much for his promising career in baking espionage.

From Anon Prompt exchange ‘Q is a stress baker’

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akwelvhi · 7 years ago

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Q Headcanon

Q Headcanon - Bed sharing

Bed Sharing fill For Fluff Prompt Table 005.

Q had always wanted a king sized bed. He realised sometime in his youth, that a single just wouldn’t do. Not when you had to share.

It all started when his bedside table grew too cluttered, and he had to place his laptop next to him on the single before falling asleep.

It got more crowded as Q grew older. When his phone, tablet and other tablet joined him in bed.

Then when Q got a place of his own, there was his cat. Then another cat. And another.

When he moved into the new - more spacious, MI6 issued - flat. He bought the king he always wanted, and even outfitted a proper study-workshop for all his tinkering and experiments.

But every time Bond snuck into bed with Q, the agent would find himself sharing the bed with more than just Q and his cats.

The charger head of Q’s phone would poke him when he stretched out his toes. The coiled length of a connecting cable brushing against his back. A thumbdrive or two under the pillow.

And always, a warm and pliant body, legs rubbing against his own.

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akwelvhi · 7 years ago

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Author AU

Category: 007 Games 2017

Rating: General

Prompt fill for #23 and Reconciliation fill For Fluff Prompt Table 005.

James Bond has lived his dream and suffered in the resulting nightmares and he wants nothing to do with this Waterstones event. And yet.

Here he was.

At the signing of Q. Langley’s magic, mystery novel series, second instalment - Skyfall. James barked a laugh when he first heard its title. Q definitely hasn’t forgotten him.

James had just settled the messy divorce proceedings of a marriage of four months. He was in quite the mood. After his launch to celebrity status after the release of his books more than a decade ago. James Bond has been constantly on the media eye and on a few notable occasions, even TMZ, with his short fabulous stints with one Hollywood actress after another.

Stuck in a dreadful mentorship stitch his agent had gotten him into. James had went into it with all the intention of mucking it up. He just wanted to forget everything, and Q was right there. Beautiful, young and eager to please. Q was brilliance. A truly bright young author with the potential to become a name greater than his. He didn’t need any help at all. But James played along, if only to keep meeting Q.

James spent many days with Q, and nearly just as many nights. Q was breathtaking as much as he was a breath of fresh air. And in the privacy of James Skyfall residence, where they had vacationed for a week, he had found himself plunging. Falling into the depths of things he swore himself never to fall into again.

It was like killing two birds with one stone really. It was easy to convince himself that he had had his fill of shagging away the persistent nightmare that was Vesper, and that it was time to wake up from dreamland. He stayed away from Q. The next anyone heard of him, it was all over the media with his latest scandalous foray with an A-list star.

One year later. James Bond had appeared on TMZ yet again. At around the same time, Skyfall made the headlines as bestselling novel on TheGuardian.

He went into the bookstore with all the intention of lurking in the background and waiting till the signing was over. James lowered his sunglasses and threw the girl at the door a smile, as he snuck into the backroom. He wasn’t expecting Q to be ready for him before he was.

“What are you doing here?”

James spun around, finding himself glared at by angry - gorgeous - hazel green eyes. James had never seen them quite that green before. They were usually a paler grey, but Q was happier then. He wasn’t happy now.

He wasn’t prepared to be caught, James mouth fell open just slightly, as Q’s question echoed somewhere in his head. Eve’s voice echoed back the words she said to him a few nights ago.

Follow your heart, James.

This isn’t a bloody Disney movie, Eve.

But speaking of Disney movies. Q, looked like a prince, dressed in dark brown slacks matched with dark polished shoes, and a lilac button-up, sleeves folded neatly up above his elbow. His unruly hair, tamed just enough to make James want to run his fingers through them.

Q wasn’t wearing his glasses.

It made his frown all the more pronounced, easier for James to notice the subtle shift when his hazel green blended into a touch of brown. Q sighed.

“What are you doing here, James?”

The backroom had cleared out. James and Q stood facing each other. But each time James took a breath and opened his mouth, his words just wouldn’t come out. Q waited, his frown creasing deeper and deeper, until he finally sighed. Turning away.

“Let me take you out for dinner.” James blurted out, blue eyes pleading, hoping, Q would say yes.

Q stood, steadfastly staring down, with so much hurt and anger still thrumming in him.

“Please.” The word came out unbidden, the shock in Q’s eyes probably reflected his own. James squared his jaw in resolution.

“Please Q.”

A week later. James reserved a private table at Q’s favourite curry haunt.

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akwelvhi · 7 years ago

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Headcanon - Prompt fill

It was a week after James moved in with Q, when the quartermaster noted a new addition to the shelf in the shower.

‘Tropical Passion Aura’ read the label of a small silver-green and red bottle that sat on their shower’s shelf. The bottle had a very artful passion fruit motif with swirls and cursive writings. Q took a sniff of the shampoo before replacing it on the shelf. Later when he kissed the back of James neck before they sat for breakfast, Q noted the same fruity scent lingered on the agent’s skin. He didn’t think much of it.

A month later James had a mission in Indonesia, and when he was back, Q noticed the new bottle. A deep brown, with a creme coloured label with tasteful neat small print that read ‘SavondeBali - Sabun Kelapa Muraya’. After a strong whiff of coconut, Q scrunched his nose and placed the bottle back. James probably didn’t like it much either, because the next day, the bottle was replaced with a ‘SavondeBali - Sabun Nanas’. James smelt of pineapple for a week.

It was ‘White Grape and Jojoba’ next after the mission in Greece. And a ‘Yuzu Green Tea’ one when he returned from Japan.

Q installed another shelf in their bathroom, so James could line up his collection. Also so that he didn’t accidentally pour ‘Jo Malone’s Basil & Mandarin’ on his head. Q had groused at James that one time, the agent responded that Q smelt good enough to eat.

And eat him he did.

From Anon Prompt exchange ‘ 00Q. Q finds out Bond's secret love of fruity shampoos‘

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Normal people knock first

"Normal people knock first.”

Category: 007 Games 2017

Rating: General

Warning: None

One-shot prompt fill from #24 for Trans character day.

The moment the words left his mouth, the air around Q changed. The minute shifts in the lithe boffin’s posture, his expression - as Bond watched, and replayed his own words in his mind. A bad aftertaste growing in his mouth.

“Don’t patronise me, 007″ Q snapped, his voice low, controlled, and vibrating with anger. The double agent leaned back, studying his quartermaster’s expression. Beneath the flush and eyes that glared daggers at him - only obvious by someone as trained as James Bond - was mortification so deep, Bond broke eye contact and looked to the ground.

He always liked teasing Q, but this was too much, the sort that even made the likes of Bond feel guilty. When he looked up again, Q had composed himself, but the thin press of his lips was telling of how upset he was.

“Sorry,” he said, looking at Q sincerely, sloping his stance down a notch from his usual confident stance. “That was, out of line.”

The agent searched his mind for something else to say, but the fact that he was the cause of unearthing the dirt Q had so carefully kept buried. The guilt that churned in his gut was something he hadn’t had to deal with for such a long time, he didn’t quite know what to do. So he quietly left Q branch.

Driving around only helped so much, and after draining his tank dry, Bond returned to his flat. Mind set on the item he intended to retrieve. One of the many ‘lost’ firearms Q branch had equipped him with during missions.

He knew that returning one item wouldn’t be the cure-all to this. But he hoped, it would be something, while he grovelled his way through the rest. Because really, Bond couldn’t figure out a better plan.

Finding out Q was undergoing a gender transition - still undergoing it - was a shock. Through and through, Q had always been male in his eyes, too slim and delicate features, but still very much male. That Q was born a different gender, wasn’t something that ever crossed his mind. Bond wasn’t proud with the way he handled that information - or not handle it.

It took him completely by surprise, and the gravity of it was heavier than anything Bond ever had to deal with, emotion-wise. Out of depth for the first time in decades of his life, Bond had fumbled. And made a mistake.

Q’s branch, is one of the most diverse branches in all of MI6. There was an equal gender distribution, representation of several ethnicities, ages and an open no-discrimination what-so-ever policy as a core rule. Every newly hired minion would know of the Q branch rules. Any minion caught saying derogatory remarks or using discrimination practices could very well be fired immediately.

“He went home,” R said pointedly, intercepting Bond’s entry into Q branch with a fierce glare. Her usually warm almond-shaped eyes icy as she stared at bond with her nose tilted up. “He stopped by a liquor store, by the way.”

The information Q branch provided him was valuable, but at times, Q’s minions would also feed him with details with carried on baggage. Their hints dead obvious, R’s irate unexpected, but only stressing on the lines he shouldn’t have crossed.

Here he was planning to just sneak into Q branch, and leaving it somewhere Q or one of his minions would find. Instead, Bond finds himself standing in front of Q’s door, looking pointedly away from the security camera.

What was he doing here? Bond sighed, looking at a light that blinked green from a LED embedded in the door.

“Normal people fuck first.” Q whipped his door open, eyes half-lidded and blinking slowly. Before frowning hard at the double agent standing on his doorstep.

“That’s not right.” He slurred as he tottered sideways, leaning against the door, one slender arm flailing in gesture that Bond took as an invitation to come in. Once he did, the sharp tang of Vodka hit his nostrils. His suspicions confirmed as Q shut the door and stared at him from over his shoulder, eyes still half-lidded, as he hiccuped. They stood like that for half a minute.

“Fuck. No, people.” Q groaned, breaking his stare as he rubbed at his face before taking a deep breath. “I meant. Normal people, knock, first.” with forced, slow, enunciation before padding over to his sofa. Waving at Bond to join him.

Their conversation carried late into the night, and the more they talked (and more water Bond got Q to drink), the more it helped dim down the many emotions warring in Q’s eyes.

Soft chirping of the early birds brought Bond out of his doze. Q, fast asleep next to him. Having curled up on the sofa, his cold feet tucked underneath Bond’s thighs.

He carried him to bed, calloused hands unable to resist brushing away those dark locks as he placed Q’s glasses on the table. Looking down at the sleeping man, their conversation still swirling around in his head.

It dawned on him that his surprise and awkwardness. It really didn’t matter.

Because all that did, was the person who is Q. Gender, orientation, physical appearance. It never was a thing that mattered when it came to Q. Hell, this relationship with Q was the longest Bond had stayed around with no sex involved. For once, Bond was genuinely interested in a person more than he was lusting over them.

Now privy to the more private aspect of Q’s life, Bond resolved he was going to do whatever it takes to be Q’s source of unwavering support. Embolden by his decision, the double oh slid into bed with Q, falling asleep with a grin.

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akwelvhi · 7 years ago

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R is for Raoul

Category: 007 Games 2017

- for Angst week, prompt table 004 fill; capture and helplessness.

Setting: Canon divergence, pre-Skyfall.

Warning: Angst. Torture. Rape/non-con. Hurt!Q. Hurt!R. A probable squick that’s possibly a spoiler so - please scroll right down to the end of the cut for full list of warnings including the possible spoiler.

Thank you @10kiaoi and @sunaddicted for beta-reading this, and @spiritofcamelot, @opalescentgold , @jaimistoryteller for the sprints and tips. This 3k+ one-shot took horrendously long to type I’m so glad it’s done (at the end of angst week too).

R is for Raoul

Do not wait for that silver lining... It’s not coming.

It’s too late.

“R.” Q hissed as he struggled against the electrical tape wrapped too tightly around his wrists. “R!” The Quartermaster nudged his second with his bound feet. But the pale haired man remained silent, staring blankly at his lap. He didn’t struggle when they captured him, and he wasn’t struggling now.

From the moment both Q and R were snatched into the van - literally right under MI6 - Q had been fighting tooth and nail. They were right there! In the basement of MI6. Their best chance for escape was before their captors had a chance to leave the building. Yet out they drove unhindered, as though security all simultaneously decided to go for a tea break.

“R!?” He was worried. Raoul hadn’t uttered a word since their capture. Q had a beefy hand slapped against his mouth when he started to shout. And R? With his grey-green eyes downcast. He had went along obligingly almost. Even now when they were dumped in this steel enforced cell. He remained still.

The door slammed open suddenly and Q’s eyes widened as he took in the figure that had entered. It was R.

The man that stood at the threshold of the room was the split image of his second that sat bound in front of him. The only difference was their clothing - R in dark slacks with a grey cardigan over a white shirt. While the man was wearing a cream coloured tailored suit.

“There you are!” The man exclaimed pleasantly, a wide warm smile stretching his lips as he sauntered over to R who looked up at the approaching figure. Recognition, horror then despair flashing across his face. The man’s hand curled lovingly around R’s neck.

“Raoul, my love.” The man crooned, his voice dropping to a husky rumble. He hoisted R up by his collar, kissing R roughly.

“No!” R shouted as he tore his face away. Identical faces with expressions at such polar opposites. Q stared, unable to wrap his mind around the madness, as the two Raoul’s stared at each other.

“We’ll have plenty of time love,” the man smiled serenely. “I’ll be sure to give you all of my special treatments.”

“No,” R had begun to struggle now. “No!”

The man frowned, his warm smile tipping several degrees lower as R kept struggling. Q watched helplessly as those long fingers gripping at R’s neck and arm clenched tighter. Still disconcerted by the likeness of the man and R’s face - one smoothed into a mask of controlled anger, the other pale and splotchy. His repeated pleas dissolved to pained whimpers as cruel fingers digged in.

“Now now my love.” The man fumed softly. “You know this would be so much more easier if you cooperated.” He waited, looking expectantly at R, whose face twisted suddenly in disgust.

“Never!” R spat, fueled by whatever the man’s words had triggered in him. R began struggling again, heedless of the grip the man still had on his arm and neck.

“Fine.” The name said simply, dropping R who fell to the floor on his back. R breathed hard through his nose, eyes sharp and wary as he watched the man who gave his crisp white suit a few tugs. Then strode over to Q.

“No no no no! Tiago, wait!” R’s chants increasing in trepidation as the man, Tiago, grabbed Q and hauled him to the door. R’s struggles to get up and persistent calls were ignored.

“In the meantime,” Tiago said as he easily tossed Q out of the room, where several muscled guards stood waiting, “you’ll keep my men entertained.”

Tiago stalked off down the long hallway, one of the guards dragging Q along, as the rest of them entered the cell R remained in.

Raoul Silva made an exceptional second for Q Branch. Stepping into the last Quartermaster’s shoes wasn’t something the young Q was worried about. Gaining the respect and recognition from the branch he now commanded, yes, that worried him. Q thought he’d have a power struggle issue with R - the most senior staff - and the most charismatic one to boot. But Raoul had instead became Q’s most reliable colleague, and his first friend in MI6.

They hit it off exceptionally well. With Q’s own adept take over of the branch, transforming it into the technological heart of MI6. Together with R’s rapport with the rest of the staff, the both of them made quite the team. Head and main lead of the minions of Q branch.

Q would have never imagined Raoul to be anything but what he was.

On hindsight, Q realised he should have done a background check on him. If he had digged far enough, Q would have found records of a twin, separated, a few decades back.

Q was tossed back in the cell, just as one of the burly guards was stepping out. A glimpse of the guard’s blood streaked penis before he tucked it in, to the sight of R curled up on the floor, pants around his ankles. Horror and realisation brought a strangled cry out of Q as he made to move over to R.

“Oh my love,” Tiago sighed as he shoved Q away before he reached R’s body. The man gently lifting his twin from the floor onto his lap. Q tried to focus as his vision spun, his eyes fixed on how the blood from between Raoul’s legs smeared Tiago’s white pants. How R remained still as his brother caressed his face lovingly, before redressing him with a tenderness Q simply couldn’t believe.

This same man, who only minutes earlier was beating Q to a bloody pulp, carefully tugging R’s clothes back on. The blood oozing from the cut on his eyebrow trickled down his eye just as a hacking cough seized him. When Q opened his eyes again, Raoul and Tiago were gone.

"Raoul and I, we're soulmates. He was meant to be with me."

The words flew past Q the moment they hauled him into that room. All he saw was R.

R with his eyes open and vacant, head moving sluggishly. Drugged. His breathing so shallow Q was only sure after staring for seconds. Last he saw R, Tiago had taken him away, three days ago by Q's count.

"I knew we would have a special bond. I felt it, very early on."

Tiago didn't stop there, he went on and on and on. The more he spoke, and waxed poetry on his belief that his twin Raoul belonged to him. How it turned and twisted into an obsession. A possessiveness that took a morbid turn when the twins turned twelve.

By the time they were thirteen, Tiago had coerced Raoul into many things, sick perverted things. Q's head was spinning with the stereotypical villain monologue, he held his breath, waiting for 007 or anyone from MI6 to burst through the wall right then and there. Instead, Tiago kept on his sharing his ecstatic experience of wanting his twin brother - mind, body and soul.

He recalls an article on Gilles de Rais - stumbled on while he hunted down a child sex-trafficking ring - and he imagines Tiago as Gilles. And Raoul as a child. The bile in his empty stomach came burning up in his throat. Q's mind blanked out for several minutes as the words 'first time we made love' sent him into shock, body temperature plummeting as his eyes stared ahead, unseeing.

A harsh slap whipped his neck and rocked his whole torso, Q gasping as he blinked and saw cruel eyes set in a face Q knew well.

"Did you miss the glorious details dear quartermaster?" Tiago chided, sniffing at Q before he strode over to Raoul. "Not to worry, I'm sure I can coax a reenactment out of my love." Raoul remained motionless where he was strapped to a metal bench.

One of Tiago's guards had stepped up behind Q, an arm across his chest, locking Q to face the two at the bench. Q turned his head away.

"Now now quartermaster, this show is specially for you." Tiago's tone chastising as he brought the taser down to tap at Raoul's bare thigh.

A startled shout echoing off the walls as the naked body jolted against the restraints. His earlier vacant eyes alight with panic as they darted towards Tiago, then Q, and back to Tiago. The sound that escaped Raoul's lips would haunt Q. As would the sight of R, straining against the straps that held him down with all the intensity of a desperate struggle. The man looming before him undoing his belt, shifting forward, triggering a sudden bout of shouted pleas.

Even with his ears ringing, he could still hear the sound of the belt falling against the metal bench. The rustle of clothing. Grunts, pants, screams and more screams. Q had turned his head away till his neck ached. But with his hands bound behind his back, he couldn't block out the awful sounds. Auditory feedback painted its own picture in his mind's eye.

A rough hand grabbed at Q's jaw in a bruising grip, ensuring he couldn't turn his face away. Q's own breaths heaving out of him, as he forced himself to breath faster. Seeing faint white sparks behind his eyelids with how tightly he squeezed them shut.

Dorsal recumbent. Lithotomy. Dorsal recumbent. Supine. Dorsal- Supine. Supine. Supine.

Q forced his brain to words. Forced the words to binary. Binary to morse.

Inhale at every dash. Chasing an exhale at every dot. Looped, over and over again.

The hand at his jaw shifted to cover his mouth, he hadn't realised he was whispering rapidly to himself. The sound of a sharp slap startled Q to open his eyes. Immediately squeezing them shut again. Too late however as the image burned from behind his retinas into his brain.

Between his frantic run through of morse and binary, and his forced pants stinging his nostrils. It was the guard's unforgiving hand over his mouth, slipping up to block his nose, that did it.

Q welcomed the darkness as it came to save him.

Hacking coughs laced pain across Q's chest and up his throat as he continued to gag and dry heave. They had thrown him back in the cell, where he promptly leapt to the bucket in the corner and vomited.

Raoul's face - twisted in pain, despair - the anguish in his fever bright eyes. How when his gaze, fixed on the ceiling, drifted and caught sight of his quartermaster. Being made to watch.

Q squeezed his eyes shut, breaths heaving his chest and moving his head along it's rapid rhythm. Q tucked his chin in harder, wrapped his arms around himself tighter, fought to keep the vision out. Like it was a physical force raining blows on him. If only it was something as easy to block out as Tiago's cronies bashing him up. If only he could un-see, delete all traces of the video playback from his brain.

Shifting his arms as he rocked himself, Q felt them brush off his glasses that were on his head, heard them clatter to the floor. Focusing on the sound of plastic and metal frames connecting the cold hard concrete. Directing his thoughts to physics - sound waves - and chemistry - components: calcium oxide, silica.

He recalls R staring at the grey slush in R&D. A soft encouragement on his lips, bringing a hesitant smile to their newest minion.

R behind his desk at Q branch. Reddened-eyes squinting as he sent Q resources during a 47 hour mission.

R leaning back in his chair with a laugh. Kate had called him dashing in his Slytherin-green pinstripe shirt.

R with his head bent close to his two screens. Quiet and unassuming as Q scanned the list of his own completed reports, all he had to do was sign.

R and his brilliance saving the minion's hack against Q. Paying for the five dozen celebratory doughnuts before Q even reached for his wallet.

R. Raoul. His second in command. Adored by all, minions, Q, and even most of the 00's.

Q grasped on to that, with clenching fingers. Desperately holding onto the memory he has of R. The R of Q branch, where he should be. Q allowed himself to reminisce, lulling his tensed muscles. His curled body slumped against the wall as he fell into a fitful sleep.

Through a twist of morbid luck, the tiny button had popped out of his shoulder through a large gash during a punching bag session. Q prayed to whatever deities above and the micro-GPS button remained intact in the corner it had rolled in.

Between that time and now, Q had managed to activate the distress signal, sharing his location to Q branch. Before he swallowed the button, dirt, blood and all. All Q had to do now, was find out where they took R, and wait for retrieval.

Hours later, or the next day, Q wasn’t sure anymore. Tiago came by his cell again. Q didn’t have much time to formulate a plan, and with his head swimming in and out of consciousness, he hadn’t really thought of how he was going to find R.

“Ah, my beloved Raoul.” Tiago crooned. He must have said something about R to Tiago, Q couldn’t remember what. “We were separated for so long, but he is mine again now.”

His captor always spoke about Raoul, sharing updates Q would rather have not known. It reminded Q of the last time he had seen Raoul, strapped naked on that table. Q sucked in a shaky breath, willing his brain to get rid of that memory. Every visit from Tiago reinforced Q’s belief that Raoul’s twin was a sadistic psychopath with a sick sense of morality.

“He knew I was coming for him you know.” Raoul’s twin said, as Q's breathing slowed down. He always waited for Q to stop screaming and catch his breath before he spoke. He wanted his words to achieve their full effect. Torturing the quartermaster, his body, and his mind.

Q was often left alone in the cell. Tiago would visit him to mentally torture him. When the guards sent Q his bottle of water - sometimes a stale piece of bread - they'd leave him be. When they had to empty the bucket, they'd beat him up some, then leave him be.

But alone, Q's mind was his only weapon. He kept a check on his body, and he kept a tight check on his mind. He'd count his binary set's in ten, clenching each finger to keep count. He'd keep track of days passing, with the schedule of water bottles, and emptied buckets. But he knew his count wasn't for sure.

So when day 5 came, he thought it was 7. When day 6 came, he thought it was 9.

Since swallowing the button, Q knew for sure it hadn't exited his body. But the micro-GPS had not been tested against the digestive tract's acidity. It could be sizzling away in Q's stomach for all he knew. Signal lost, and Q branch scampering.

When day 7 came, he thought it was 12. Q was losing hope. He hadn't seen R since --- Q shuddered, going through the numbers of pi. When he could breathe again, he picked up his train of thought, and realised that he hadn't seen R for more than a week. With the horror of knowing what had unfolded in just the first three days, Q shuddered, thinking of R undergoing all that. For more than a week. Q cried, then tried to plan. Q screamed his frustrations then was knocked out when a guard came to shut him up with a blow to his head.

Q woke up with a gasp, blood rushing to his fingertips, of his unbound hands.

"Q! Q!" A voice was shouting, as Q struggled to keep his eyes open. The sharp scent of ammonia hit his senses and Q found himself breathing in too quickly and for too long, choking on his breath. The sight of 007 and 006 greeted him. 006 gently straightened his legs as 007 wrapped his warm hands around Q's bare feet. The pins and needles fading from his hands, but still numb across his ankles. They heard gunshots and shouting and 007 was hoisting Q up. 006 watching the hallway from the door, gun at ready. At his signal they left the cell.

"Here, in here!" Q gasped, waving his hand at one of the doors down a turn, opposite from the one they just took. Q recognised it as the one Tiago brought him in, where R was. 006 kicked it in, brandishing his gun, took one sweeping look before he spun around. Alec exchanged a look with Bond, Q didn't hear them speak, but the next moment 007 had a firmer grip around him. Leading him hurriedly away from R's room.

"Is R in there?" He craned his neck to ask 006 who stood still as 007 led them away. "Get him out!" Q shouted, struggling weakly in Bond's firm grip. "Alec! Get R!"

Something flickered in 006's eyes, but Q wasn't sure, 007 and him were too far for Q to see Alec's face before the agent went back in the room.

"Bond, we must get R. He's - he-" Q kept trying to look back, hoping to see 006 behind them, with R.

"Let's get you out of here first." Bond grunted, half lifting Q along faster as a door unlocked for them. Bringing them to some type of service balcony. An agent Q didn't recognised signaled at them and Bond rushed over, nodded at the agent, wrapped his arms tight around Q. And jumped.

The free fall was very brief - they were probably on the second floor - but the landing was jarring despite the bags of rubbish and Bond's body cushioning him. Disorientated, Q felt himself being hauled up and bodily carried into a vehicle. They were speeding away by the time he blinked his vision back to focus.

"Wait." He called out breathlessly. "Wait! 007!"

"Alec has his car." Bond replied distractedly as he drove like a madman, eyes darting from the front to the side mirrors, to the rear view, before peeking at his blind spot.

"R! What about R?! If he's not in that room, then the other rooms?" Q shouted, turning in his seat to look out the rear window. Tiago definitely still had him. "Bond! Tiago, the man, he- he looks like R! Did you get him? He has R!"

"Not now Q." Bond swerved, bullets ricocheting off the side and back of the car. Bond cursed a streak and swerved again. The momentum had Q sliding off his seat onto the floor, his head slamming sideways against the door. Q blacked out again.

"You- No! You didn't find him!" Q shouted, as Eve calmly held onto Q's arm as she unhooked the IV fluids bag and placed it on the bed. Q ignored her, glaring hell at Alec.

"He's dead Q." Alec repeated, his eyes met Q's briefly, but looked back down as Q accused him.

"If you blew up that building, before finding him, of- bloody- course he's dead!" He seethed, heedless of the spittle, or the pain in his hand. He made a move to yank the IV needle out, but Eve's hand was in the way.

"I saw him Q. I-" Alec hesitated, looking back up imploringly at his quartermaster. Alec's gaze pleaded, but Q didn't want to see. He didn't want to believe this.

"NO! Where is he?! I ordered you to get R!" He shouted still, even when he felt his voice wavering. He glared still, even when moisture pooled in his eyes.

"I checked his pulse. I couldn't- the straps, there were, and-" Alec, smooth talker Alec, struggled with his words. The image of limbs and skin so swollen, the straps had cut into skin. The bulging skin on either side of the straps all stained red, while the rest of the skin - a pasty grey. "They were closing in on us-" Q branch in Alec's ear had been near frantic, ordering Alec to leave the building. To leave the body. "I checked his pulse again."

Q sucked in a deep breath, ready to yell at the agent and his stupid sad face. A horrible sound escaped him when he opened his mouth. Forcing it close as his bit down on his lip, Q buried his face in his hands, his hands fisting the material of the hospital gown.

He doesn't remember heaving out sobs as his face grew wetter. He doesn't remember coughing into his lap as his body curled up on itself. He doesn't remember Eve's arms around him, nor does he see Alec step out, horror and anguish in his eyes.

Q is quiet the next day. He looks up when Bond and Alec visit him, Alec shuffling on his feet uncomfortably, as Q responded to whatever Bond said with silence.

Q doesn't speak again until he's discharged, a week later. Then only to M, to report.

Q goes back to Q branch proper five days after that, a week early, considering his mandated leave. Q thought he would feel better, in his domain, his branch. But his eyes couldn't help but glance at R's empty desk every so often.

R's desk remained empty, for six long months, before M reluctantly mandated Q to promote someone. The third in command filled up R's post. But it didn't help Q forget.

Little did Q know, his nightmares would live anew. When one Tiago Rodriguez, would take on the name of Raoul Silva. And destroy MI6 from within.

End

Full list of warnings and squicks listed below:

WARNINGS! WARNINGS! LISTED BELOW! WARNINGS! WARNINGS!

Q and R are captured, tortured - physical violence, bodily injuries, mind-fuckery, Q’s mind is tortured, R is raped (not graphic), incest + rape (this is a spoiler), psycho villain doing sadistic shit, Q goes a bit crazy, Q suffers mentally more than physically, side-character death.

It’s angst week, and angst to me is torturing the hell out of my characters, there’s no rainbows and cotton candy fluff here. Try next week.

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Masterpost - 007 Games

Team Q-branch | Akwelvhi QB-V4 | Masterpost 2017

Category: 007 Games 2017

Fanfiction

[WIP 1] https://akwelvhi.tumblr.com/post/162446732668/working-title

[Prompt fill] https://akwelvhi.tumblr.com/post/162480948943/q-branchs-got-talent

[WIP 2] https://akwelvhi.tumblr.com/post/162595717373/working-title

[Fluff Prompt fill - Transformation, Trans character day] https://akwelvhi.tumblr.com/post/162633870648/normal-people-knock-first

[Fluff Prompt fill - Pets, Trans character alt.POV] https://akwelvhi.tumblr.com/post/162747688443/normal-people-fuck-first

[WIP 3] https://akwelvhi.tumblr.com/post/163016303073/working-title

[Fluff Prompt fill - Reconciliation. Anon prompt fill - Author AU] https://akwelvhi.tumblr.com/post/163021318308/author-au

[Angst week, Angst Prompt fill - Isolation] https://akwelvhi.tumblr.com/post/163060032453/isolation

[Angst Week, Angst Prompt fill - Capture and Helplessness] https://akwelvhi.tumblr.com/post/163329723098/r-is-for-raoul

[AU day, Fluff Prompt fill - Transformation] https://akwelvhi.tumblr.com/post/163493939313/bikerq-au

[Fluff Prompt fill - Holiday, *free space* Anniversary] https://akwelvhi.tumblr.com/post/163601863418/liebling

Headcanons

[Headcanon] [Fluff Prompt fill - Habits] https://akwelvhi.tumblr.com/post/163018022198/q-branchs-headcanons

[Headcanon] [Fluff Prompt fill - Bed Sharing] https://akwelvhi.tumblr.com/post/163057080193/q-headcanon

[Headcanon] [Fluff Prompt fill - Trust] https://akwelvhi.tumblr.com/post/163288645313/q-branch-headcanon

[Headcanon] [Fluff Prompt fill - Home] https://akwelvhi.tumblr.com/post/163531319033/q-branch-headcanon

[Headcanon] [Prompt fill - Pets & Gadgets] https://akwelvhi.tumblr.com/post/163636456013/q-branch-headcanon

[Headcanon] [Anon Prompt fill - Baker Q] https://akwelvhi.tumblr.com/post/163638745203/headcanon-prompt-fill

[Headcanon] [Anon Prompt fill - Fruity shampoos] https://akwelvhi.tumblr.com/post/163639604903/headcanon-prompt-fill

Others

[Watch party] 6 Attended : Lin’s ST one, The Avengers, The Hour 2 episodes(?), Casino Royale, Quantum of Solace, Skyfall

[Chats] Attended : 1 Q branch chat

[Doodle] https://akwelvhi.tumblr.com/post/162465727153/would-this-chibi-count-as-a-doodle

[Other fancreation] [Round robin for 007 fest] http://teamqbranch.tumblr.com/post/163178563920/007-fest-2017-round-robin-tournament-is-open

[Other fancreation] [Q Branch HQ code 1] https://qbranchhq.tumblr.com/post/163109051460/23-5-1-3-0-13-5-0010-5-20-00-0010-40-17

[Other fancreation [Q Branch HQ code 2] https://qbranchhq.tumblr.com/post/163563363520/when-i-say-jump-youre-supposed-to-ask-how

[Other fancreation] [Love letter collab] http://teamqbranch.tumblr.com/post/163645225890/love-letter-to-the-00s

Commenting count: 65 (likely more but I lost count)

Total points count : 287 points

(For my ref)

Chronological order

(writings and headcanons count: 18)

172-22401-D147-FD WIP 1

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172-22404-D151-PF NPKF

172-22405-D152-NP NPFF

172-22406-D149153-FDNP WIP 3

172-22407-D154-PF HC Habits

172-22408-D155-PF Author AU

172-22409-D156-PF HC Bedsharing

172-22410-D157-FD Isolation

172-22411-D158-PF HC Trust

172-22412-D159-FDPFNP R is for Raoul

172-22413-D160-PFNP Biker!Q AU

172-22414-D161-PF HC Home

172-22415-D162-PF Liebling

172-22416-D163-PF HC Pets & Gadgets

172-22417-D164-PF HC Q! Stress baker

172-22418-D165-PF HC Fruity shampoo

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akwelvhi · 7 years ago

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Working Title

Working Title [3/?]

Category: 007 Games 2017

Rating: General

Follows this. Alternatively, start here. (I’m itching to rework the earlier parts…)

“Agent, is that an Mk II grenade?” Boothroyd asked, his voice maintaining professionalism, but Agent Quart heard the undertones of his excitement.

“It’s a Mini-K 66 prototype.” The agent panted as he set the cube against the digital lock and activated the scrambler, instantly unlocking it. Taking off again down hallways and bends, glancing at his watch’s indicator before each turn.

“Just a little something I put together, want the specs?” Q said, flashing a grin at a security camera he raced past.

“And will they match up with Q branch’s pilfered tech?” Boothroyd wondered out loud as Q scoffed loudly. Some static and Boothroyd disconnect before Q heard Anya - Q branch’s second - come onto the comms.

“Right on time.” Q replied to Anya’s log in. “I’m in the server room, linking up, now.” He spoke as his hands unravelled the cables kept in the inner pockets of his suit. Plugging them into the terminals main board, then to his pocket-sized laptop. Good enough to open a backdoor for Q branch to enter.

“Going in.” Anya’s soft clipped tones overshadowed by the loud noisy clacking of rapid fingers on a keyboard. “Kindly don’t touch your keyboard agent Quart.” The last time the agent tried ‘helping’ them, he accidentally set of their alarms as Q Branch registered his ping as an outside threat.

“Will you let me test my fail-safe protocol in Q Branch’s mainframe?”

“Maybe after those specs are on my table Quart.” Boothroyd interrupted. Quart chucked before snooping around the servers for the several minutes Q Branch needed to get the job done on their end.

Being a MI6 field agent was indefinitely a hundred times more interesting than serving on board a naval vessel. For starters, being land bound meant a solid internet connection. New technology at his fingertips. Gadgets. An MI6 issued laptop, connected to the MI6 mainframe. And - the best part yet - Q branch. It was still very much equipment and mission intel support. But with the potential to evolve into the technological nucleus of MI6. He had his eyes set on Q branch.

Letting his skills shine in anything computer related wasn’t all that difficult. Many people still struggled with the ‘new machines’, a helping hand here and a show of hyper-fast typing there. He soon was the go-to agent for all missions involving anything technological. From analogue translation to hijacking servers either remotely or personally. Though most of the time, it was cyber reconnaissance, as organisations internationally plunged into the digital world.

It didn’t take him long to gain the good graces of the techies at Q branch. Major Boothroyd was a bit harder to crack, but once the young field agent discovered his love for modified firearms. A gift or two of detailed specifications had the head of Q branch more likely to turn a blind eye to a few missing items. As long as they turned back up again, accompanied with a set of new specs of what happened to them.

His years as a field agent went swimmingly well. He was gaining recognition for his accomplishments on the field, and his work with Q branch. So when he was called in for an appraisal meeting some years later, he was expecting to be told of a transfer to Q branch.

Not to the Double Oh training program.

Oi git! I know you’re alive. Mummy is off her rocker! Send her an email at least! - E.L

I need new blades. You know my bank account. - Y.L

The top three field agents were named Hal, Drit and Quart. Because their trainer, Commander Edric, had a thing for Germans. The remaining seven were named after butchered versions of the seven dwarfs.

Quart was glad he made the top three.

Mummy’s birthday is tomorrow, don’t forget. You forgot mine. P.S. you know my bank account number. - Y.L

Quart ordered flowers and fudged the numbers a bit so that his order was delivered first.

He went through the training program, and mentally hated himself for agreeing to this degree of physical torture. He really hated physically straining himself. Sure there was the adrenaline and satisfaction from being physically fit. But this. This insane training.

This was pushing it to limits he found to be quite ridiculous. And he really didn’t want to tear his ACL before he even hit his 30s. Quart wasn’t the only agent struggling to keep up with their training. But he was the only one who really didn’t want to be a Double O agent.

Maybe if Double O agents got the chance to hack into Russia’s intel database he would be keen. As far as he knew, Double Oh’s were more likely to physically hack into Russia than they were to patiently type the lines of code required to subvert control of their operating systems.

Another thing that puzzled him was. He was the youngest agent in the training program. At least he wasn’t the only young-faced one around, Lassie was the one to fend off questions about her age. A bit of snooping later had Quart noting that every single one of the agents he was training alongside, came from at least a decade of experience in the field.

What was he, a field agent of only four-odd years, doing in a program like this?

“So they’re training children now?” The double agent asked, a smirk on his handsomely cut face.

All eyes in the shooting range swerved to the source, a lone figure leaning by the side of the door, how had none of them heard him come in. Unperturbed by the room full of trained agents, the man levered them with an easy stare. Eyes piercing like an arctic wolf.

Those blue eyes swept across the room and when they met dark green ones, Quart thought he saw a flicker of something in them.

“Or maybe you, 007, are getting a bit too old?” Commander Edric countered lowly. “Line up!” the bellowed order had the younger agents at ready in neat rows behind the preparation benches.

“So obedient.” 007 commented, that handsome smirk starting to grate on Quart’s nerves.

“There are some fine marksmen here,” Commander Edric continued. “Fine enough to put you old warships to shame.”

“You don’t say.” The double agent observed, watchful gaze analysing the junior agents as he prowled up to the preperation benches. Selecting a gun and loading it, all without taking his eyes off his new prey.

“Shall we?”

Some months later.

FAIL

Thick. Black. Glossy. Block letters.

Printed, front and centre, of a white card stock. At the back, details of a debriefing the following day.

“What?” Quart scoffed, staring down in disbelief, as the message made its way into his brain.

“The fuck?” The exclamation came a few doors down, Laddie was reading the other side of his card, identical to Quart’s.

“Did everyone get this?” Hickey waved his up.

“Some joke is it?” Lassie fumed, tossing her braid over her shoulder as she shook her card angrily.

While rest of his fellow training mates exchanged cusses, Quart dug out his bottle of Cpatain Morgan at the bottom of his locker. Commander Edric had clearly stated that last night was the final test. Even failure called for some celebration in his books.

Looking down into the swirling golden liquid in his glass. Quart’s eyes grew pensive as he stared at the melting ice and its water tendrils, diluting his shot of Captain Morgan.

“Alright mates! Let’s get smashed!” Hal announced, holding up a bottle of Vodka. Quart didn’t recognise the brand, but from the make of it, it looked potent. Besides Hal and himself, six of the seven dwarfs were also present. Between the eight of them, nine assorted bottles of Vodka went down, and one Captain Morgan.

Chesty didn’t have his shirt on, all pectorals and abdomen ridges on display. Quart may or may not have been staring openly, forgetting propriety with the amount of alcohol in his system. He may or may not have kissed somebody. He couldn’t really remember.

To be honest, he had grown quite fond of the name Quart.

“Agent Quart. Formerly, Lieutenant Langley.” The lady said in lieu of a greeting, her sharp eyes pinning Quart with a piercing stare.

So this was M.

And M had an offer.

With Major Boothroyd there, Quart really didn’t have to guess hard. Throughout the brief but succinct meeting, he was fighting more to keep the grin off his face under the – truly intimidating aura – of the formidable head of MI6.

Major Boothroyd, Commander Edric and himself stepped into the lift, barely five minutes later, and Quart couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him.

“So this?” Quart asked, holding out the white card with the word FAIL printed on it.

“Oh all of you were bound to fail anyway.” Edric answered easily. “Didn’t you know, they only recruit orphans.”

Tell Mummy I’m coming home for Christmas. - Lt. L

Happy belated birthday. P.S. Check your bank balance. - Lt. L

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