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[lille082]

Kismet

a fic fulfilling the “betting pool” and “the mystery of q’s name”  squares on the Trope Prompt Table (004) by @mi6-cafe

Kismet

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There are only two people employed by MI6 who know Q’s birth name other than himself. One, by virtue of his position, is Mallory. He’d seen the redacted files on the Quartermaster shortly before they’d been destroyed as part of Q’s paperless initiative.

The other found out through sheer, dumb luck...

R finished combing through the debugging program she was working on, glaring at the screen when she found the exact line of code where she’d missed a bracket. The irony was not lost on her.

Glancing at the clock, she noted that a solid fifteen minutes had passed since Double-Oh Six strutted out of the branch. Enough time that she shouldn’t arouse suspicion by heading to Q’s office.

She made a show of stretching at her station, rolling her neck in circles and twisting from side to side in an attempt to crack her back. Victor appeared to have returned to his work but Amara kept referencing the paper on Trevelyan had given her, likely updating their database.

R grabbed her nearly empty mug and stepped back from her desk.

“Eddie, I need a warm up here. You have the conn.”

“Aye, Captain,” the younger tech grinned and saluted her.

She waited until he’d put his headset on before taking her’s off, logging out, and putting her computer to sleep.

“Don’t let Q hear you call me that. You’ll never hear the end of it,” she joked as she headed for the kitchenette in the break area.

She tossed the dregs of her tea down the drain and grabbed one of Q’s mugs from the sideboard. Relaxing into the routine of making tea, she took the time to doctor Q’s with precision. R knew she excelled at what she did, but she suspected that her promotion had been sealed when it came to light that her and Double-Oh Nine were the only people in the building Q trusted to make his tea exactly as he liked it.

A mug in each hand, she carefully made her way back to Q’s office and knocked on the bottom of the door with her boot.

“Come in.”

She pushed against the door with her hip but it was latched shut. She kicked the door once more and heard her boss huff before a wheel scrapped across the floor.

“You honestly couldn’t op—,” Q’s grumbling cut off as he flung the door open and saw R standing there with a cheeky smile, holding his mug out for him, “Oh! Thank you, R.”

“Do you have a moment?”

“Of course,” Q nodded and stepped back. He accepted the outstretched mug, studying her closely as she closed the door behind her.

“What can I do for you, R?” Despite the kind smile on his face, his voice was neutral and diplomatic as he returned to his seat.

She recognized the concern in his tone and waved her hand as she sat down, trying to assuage his worries.

“It’s nothing serious, but I thought you should know that Victor and Amara’s, um, project is beginning to expand beyond the current parameters.“

The corners of Q’s mouth turned down and he appeared to wrack his brain for the details of their current assignment before he realized what she was talking about.

“The betting pool?” Q laughed, cautiously taking a sip of his too-hot tea.

“Yes, sir. It seems that Double-Oh Six just bet 100 quid and you know Trevelyan won’t be able to keep that to himself.”

“100 quid?” He gaped at her before recovering swiftly. “I thought entries were only five?”

R nodded and took a delicate sip of tea.

“They are, sir. He came in with a list of 20 different names.”

Q snorted, shaking his head.

“I knew they’d gotten the cleaning crew in on it, but I didn’t think they’d push the boundaries any further than that.”

“Rod’s team? If they’re in, it’s no wonder Double-Oh Six knew about it.”

Q shrugged with a wry smile.

“For being in espionage, people around here are terrible at keeping secrets.”

R laughed.

“I think it’s more to do with knowing national security isn’t exactly at stake if they gossip. Do you want me to shut it down?”

Q considered the question but had to agree with R’s summation. He waved his hand dismissively.

“No, let them have their fun at my expense. If it allows them to blow off enough steam for us to avoid another stapler incident, it’s worth it.”

R snorted and they shared exasperated grins. They sat for a moment in companionable silence before Q cracked.

“Okay, I have to know. What’s the current front runner?” His smile was puckish and R couldn’t help but notice how much younger it made him look.

“I don’t know.” She said, shrugging.

Q raised an eyebrow as she threw the end of her hijab back over her shoulder where it’d slipped off.

“Oh, come on. You must have some idea.”

“Well. . .I don’t know what the actual name is but last I heard the odds favored something terribly modern, like Kasper with a ‘K’ or Maddox. If I recall correctly, the guesses are mostly split between more, um, current names with extraneous letters or the standard top tens. You know: Thomas, Christopher, Daniel, Michael, Andrew—popular ones.”

She leaned forward, a conspiratorial smile on her face. ”Though there seem to be a few favoring names that start with Q—Quincy, Quinlan, Quinten, Quigley.”

Q laughed loudly at that and R smiled, happy to be able to keep pulling him out of the rigid, no-nonsense persona he put on at work.

“Quigley, that’s amazing. . .” He chuckled as he raised his mug to his lips. “And what did you put your money down on?”

R offered him an indulgent smile.

“I’m not the betting kind.”

“No? Well, you must have at least a guess.”

“I. . .may have some theories.”

“Like?” He smiled, indulging his curiosity.

She narrowed her eyes as she set her cup of tea down on the desk, leaning forward to study him. Q stared back passively, waiting.

“I don’t think it’s anything modern or obnoxious. It’s not overly common or terribly simple, like Mark or Jeff. It’s something that’s a little old-fashioned, maybe, but smart without sounding pompous.”

Q’s smile grew across his face even as he tried to hide it.

“So? What’s my real name then, hmm?”

R laughed, shrugging and reached for her mug.

“I don’t know. . .Ethan? Theodore? Isaac? Malcolm? Simon? Freddie? Oliver?”

If R had been looking at Q as she carelessly tossed out her guesses instead of focusing on her tea, she would have seen Q’s posture abruptly stiffen, the smile on his face chased away by flashes of shock-confusion-fear before silent fury took hold.

The sound of his chair crashing into the wire rack behind his desk as he abruptly stood up made R jump, sloshing tea over the side of her mug. She watched, shocked, as he promptly snapped the blinds to his office window shut and locked the door.

He turned slowly on his heel to face her, tension radiating from him. His voice was tight.

“Where did you find it?”

“Find what?” R frowned and tried kept her voice as calm as she could among her growing confusion. She deliberately placed the cup of tea back on his desk, not breaking eye contact.

“Don’t, R. I know you’re smarter than that. Where was it?” He took a step towards her, voice low and dangerous.

“Q,” R stood, trying to gain some footing in a situation quickly spiraling out of control without her knowing why. She held her hands out, open and placating. “I’m not—“

Q’s jaw twitched and she cut herself off as she saw him glance out of the corner of his eye towards the gun he’d been working on where it lay next to the toolbox on his desk. Panic coursed through her and she vehemently shook her head, but wasn’t able to say anything before he continued.

“Why would you be looking that far back? Fuck!” There was a fierceness in his eyes she’d never seen before. He took another creeping step towards his desk and continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “That name’s been dead and buried for a long time. Who are you working for?”

R felt her lungs freeze inside her chest and she blinked. If the betrayal in his tone hadn’t clued her in, that certainly did the trick.

She’d later blame the utterly lethargic firing of her synapses on how blindsided with panic she’d been at the idea of Q turning a gun on her.

She knew his current alias and his cover identities. When they’d first started working together, years ago, he’d been called Colin—but, just as she’d been given the name Naima when she was promoted to R, she knew he’d been assigned that one too. She didn’t know the name he used before that, let alone the actual name that had been put in ink on his birth certificate decades ago.

There was no way. . .

She opened her mouth to say something—anything—but eventually closed it when it nothing came out that could be construed as actual words.

Q, still as could be, watched the play of emotions across her face before everything clicked into place.

His eyes widened in what R would’ve considered a highly comical fashion had her heart not been close to beating out of her chest. His expression cleared as he realized just how dumbfounded R was.

“You. . .You have no idea, do you?”

She shook her head, still completely gobsmacked.

“So I--I guessed right?”

Q began laughing and immediately deflated as all the tension left his body in a matter of seconds. He placed a hand on his chest and exhaled in obvious relief.

“Yes. Yes, you did, love.” He said, shaking his head in amazement as he pulled her into a brief hug. “Shit, R. You bloody terrified me. I thought it was a lucky guess at first, but then you had my middle name too and—Christ, I thought you’d defected! I was afraid I’d have to shoot you right here if you tried anything before I could call someone in.”

R laughed weakly and took a step back from him.

With a delighted grin and a wondrous huff of laughter, he leaned back against his desk and crossed his arms.

“I know you said you’re not one to gamble, but maybe you should buy a lottery ticket on your way home, yeah? That or start a psychic hotline.”

R managed a grin as she sat back down, reaching for her tea with a shaky hand.

“Er. . .Permission to speak freely, sir?”

Q snorted and waved at her to continue.

“You are bloody terrifying when you need to be, did you know that?” She exhaled and took a fortifying sip of her tea.

Q looked rather pleased with himself.

She smiled up at him before continuing.

“You know, I reckon we’d get more of our equipment back if you got angry like that with Double-Oh Seven.”

“I’m, ah, afraid he’s a lost cause,” Q hedged, reaching across his desk for his cuppa. Based on the rising blush and how he avoided her eyes, she got the distinct impression he’d done just that but with a vastly different outcome than what she’d proposed.

They sat in silence as their heart rates returned to a somewhat normal range. By the time they’d finished their tea, they were back to arguing about just which rifle Double-Oh Four should be issued for her upcoming mission.

An alert pinged on Q’s mobile and they grinned sheepishly at each other.

“Back to it, I suppose. . .”

R collected their empty mugs and made it to the door before Q spoke again, his voice quiet.

“Naima?”

She turned back with a soft smile.

“I’m sorry. I know you would never—“

R nodded, not needing words to assure him that he didn’t need to elaborate further. He returned her smile gratefully.

“Um. . .I wouldn’t say anything if you happened to make a bet, you know. It wouldn’t technically be cheating since you guessed correctly and all.”

R laughed.

“And ruin their fun, sir? Absolutely not. Besides,” she unlocked the office door and opened it, giving him a cheeky smile over her shoulder, “you didn’t actually tell me which one was correct.”

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(i have no idea what this is?? but i hope it’s clear they’re bros) 

[quillwritten]

Scavenger Hunt Item #54 - Complete a Bond themed crossword created by somebody else.

Crossword from the wonderful @lille082

I had great fun working all this out, even if 10 down tripped me up and the clue for 28 had vanished! (I think these are all right)

Please excuse my handwriting it looks nothing like usual bc for some reason I couldn’t zoom in and had to awkwardly write really tiny

[inceptionpositivity]

@lille082 - lille082 is so fun to be around! i hope she partakes in more activities with us because her writing is WOW

[violyntfemme]

fanfic author asks

tagged by @notbrogues​, thanks sweetie :) 

1. What inspires your work most? (The show it is based on, the actor who portrays a certain character, maybe the character itself…? It could even be an experience.)

Usually a scene will pop into my head and then I have to ask myself why are those characters in that particular situation. Or a discussion on tumblr, or a prompt will catch me and then a scene will pop into my head. All my writing is built from one single scene, which could be anywhere in the time line of the story, and then built outwards from that. 

2. What is your favorite fandom to write for?

Well, as of right now I have only written for the Kingsman fandom although I read in many others. I am considering a Kingsman/FBAWTFT Crossover from a tumblr gif set I saw. We will see. It won’t be after the new year, as of right now, if it goes anywhere at all. 

3. Which perspective do you prefer writing in? (First-person, third-person)

I write in third person present, it’s just what comes naturally for me. 

4. Do you prefer writing reader fics or OCs?

I love OC’s, both in my writing and others. The challenge for me however, is making them each distinct and different from previous OC’s. To do so, I usually have to have a pretty good idea of what they look like, accent, ethnic background, class, fashion taste, sexuality, etc. 

5. Do you prefer writing longer works or one shots?

Apparently I like long fics because every single time I set out to write something short it balloons into something much larger than expected. But I really do love writing something long and am horribly disappointed when I finish something. I try to have two more fics on the back burner to as to stave off the end of fic blues.

6. Do you take requests?

Not currently, but that’s because for me to write something it has to marinate in my head for a while and that scene needs to show up and fly onto the page. I do want to practice some tumblr prompts on my own though, to see if I could do it without disappointing the person requesting something. 

7. Do you enjoy getting random Asks?

I rarely, rarely get asks, but I do get DMs of people, certain ones in particular, talking to me as they read something I wrote. Which I love. Which makes me so happy I could scream. I encourage anyone who wants to to talk to me. Don’t worry about being shy or awkward because I am too, and we can be shy and awkward together. 

8. What inspires the names for OCs (or extra character names) in your works? Do you pick them from real life or just select them at random? A mix?

Usually they just come to me as I am fleshing out the character, although I will do research into proper last names depending on where the character is from, especially if the name has specific meanings. 

9. If your story(ies) have OCs, are their appearances based on real people or celebrities? If so, who?

Physically they are sometimes based on celebs if I can’t get a clear picture of what someone looks like, such as Gwaine in cannon fodder was based, looks wise, on Sean Bean from the start. I don’t know why. Perhaps because I was coming out of a JAQ fic binge. 

10. How long have you been writing fanfiction?

One year. Although I was writing self-insert band fiction over 20 years ago in my teens without knowing what it was. My mother found my old notebooks and sent them to me. My god, they are atrocious. 

Since most of my Kingsman friends have been tagged, I am going to tag some 00Q’ers and Sherlockians. @opalescentgold, @timetospy, @privatelyvex, @221b-hound, @lille082, @jordankaine

But only if you want to dearies!

[00qad-ldws]

Week 4 Submissions

It’s Here! The final post of submissions (for now). I hope you all have had as much fun participating as I have!!! This week the authors one again provide a wide array of talented pieces of writing.

Please vote and comment to show your appreciation. These writers have put a lot of thought and work into filling these prompts.

This weeks Prompt was “Animals”. Word Count was 100 words exactly.

Title: Another one

Author: @themuller13

Rating: general audiences

Warnings: none

Summary: Home

Bond should have left the kitten behind. There was no time. Still—the tiny, scrawny tabby with its jagged ears and messy fur had stayed close throughout the mission. It had managed to alert Bond to an ambush by meowing at the right time. Now, the two of them were about to part ways. At least that had been Bond's plan. But the pleading look and the quiet purr struck a note in him. Somehow, the kitten reminded him of Q. Of home and safety. Ridiculous, since this was a stray. Bugger all, Bond thought, grabbed the cat and ran.

Title: I Lik the 00QAD

Author: @gwylliondream

Rating: R

Warnings: none

Summary: Kittens, puppies, and a crazy nastyass honey badger who doesn't give a shit.

Mai naim is Bond

I’m double-oh

Danny and Q

I like to blow

With purring moans

And growling licks

I open wide

I suk the diks

My neyme is Q

I do luv cats

Pampuria

Loves Blowfeld’s pats

Such pretty floof

I must get her

She’s convinced me

To join SPECTRE

Mai naem is Joe

I told the guy

Outside the club

Done getting high

With puppy eyes

Followed him home

Virgin no more

I lik the bone

My naime is Dan

Was feeling glum

Invited dudes

To fuck m’bum

I found someone

To spend life with

Soulmates until

FuckingTomRobSmith!

Title: Zoo

Author: @sunaddicted

Rating: G

Warnings: (abuse of metaphors lol)

Summary: with such different personalities, it's a miracle they get along so well

According to Eve, their flat was a zoo - and she wasn't referring to the cats lording over the whole household: Eve actually meant them as individuals.

(James thought that too much paperwork had gone to her head)

Q was a cat, snooty but a real sweetheart.

Danny bore a strict resemblance to a hedgehog, actually soft under his prickly attitude.

(Alex thought that Eve had Danny and Q confused)

James had been likened to a wolf and the predatory part of his brain had preened.

Alex was a bear, peaceful and protective until someone harmed his cubs.

(Danny agreed completely)

Title: Minor Malfunction

Author:  @iamanonniemouse

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Summary: James can't stop barking.

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James starts barking as Alex arrives, and he scurries over on all fours to paw at Alex’s leg.

Alex reaches down and scratches behind his ear. “Q, why is James acting like a dog?”

Q sighs. “My newest gadget malfunctioned.”

“Can you fix it?"

“I hope so.”

James leaves and returns with a ball in his mouth.

“Really?” Q asks, but he throws the ball. James chases it, barking wildly.

When he looks back, he sees Alex with his phone out.

“What are you doing?” Q asks him.

"Filming this for Danny,” Alex says innocently. “He'd never believe me otherwise.”

 Title: Daddy’s Bed.

Author: @iambid 

Rating: Gen

Warnings: None (apart from mentions of cock)

Summary:  A certain little lady makes plans for the evening.

“I shall be sleeping with my Daddy tonight.”

Said the prettiest pussycat Pam

“Gramps, the wrinkled old bore,

Makes me sleep on the floor!

How rude!  Doesn’t he know who I am?”

“I shall be dozing with Daddy tonight.”

Said Pam in her loudest voice

“With the double ohs at work,

That leaves Turing and the berk,

I’m sure to be number one choice!”

“I shall be snoozing with Daddy tonight.”

Said Pampuria “Oh no!  What’s this farce?

What a joke!  What an imposition!

Gramps is home early from his mission!

Daddy can’t sleep with that stuck up his arse!”

Title: Who knows what cats do… Author: @blood-suits-and-tears  Rating: G Warnings: Summary: Pampuria is missing

"Pam?!" "Where would she go...she doesn't really leave the house much" "Maybe she was just fancying an adventure…" James really couldn’t care less, but they were all standing at the balcony door, Danny holding Turing tightly and cooing over him. "Do you know where your big sister went?" "Just someone do something?!" Q was almost hyperventilating. "I'm sure she'll come back really soon, she'll miss you Q..." Alex tried to be reasonable. Suddenly there was some white floof coming around the corner, Pampuria in all her glory, sassy as ever just with a little blood on her mouth. Who knew…

Title: All Alone In The Moonlight

Author: @lille082 

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: none

Summary: An alleyway discovery leads to more than James bargained for…

 “What is that?”  James’s voice was quiet as the front door closed behind him.

“We couldn’t just leave him,” Q reasoned quickly.  “He was soaking wet.”

“And alone! Can we keep him?” Danny pleaded, biting his lip, knowing the effect it had on him.

Exasperated, James turned to Alex who was leaning against the kitchen counter with a gentle smile.  “And you’re okay with this?”

“I think he's cute,” he shrugged.

James sighed, wiping a hand over his face, eyeing the new kitten warily as Danny continued to dry it off.  “Fine.  What's his name?”

"Aloysius, Q said with finality.

[doubleoh7q]

@lille082 I literally couldn’t resist writing Felix for this and I’m so glad you love it!!!! 🥰🥰 🥰🥰

Mission Report

Agent 019 reporting for duty! This is a fic for the dialogue prompt “Quick, hand me that grapefruit!” given by my fellow magnificent agent @lille082! 

570 words, minor violence.

Felix ducked for cover as soon as he saw the earpieces and it was good he did, because the first shot was aimed right where he had been standing.

“Go to a farmers market, Felix. It’ll relax you, Felix.”

Of all the relaxing things he could pick from, being shot at was right at the bottom of his list.

He stayed down, crouching as he started to move through the stalls. He kept an eye out for anyone not moving, staying still in the middle of a shooting is not a civilian move. It’s the move of someone making the shots.

Once he was a few aisles away, he pulled out his phone and dialled a number he’d only had for a few days.

“James, I’m at that farmers market you suggested. It’s not as relaxing as you’d hoped.”

The reply came with amusement. “What, are you allergic to vegetables now?”

Instead of dignifying that response, Felix pushed a watermelon off the stall in front of him and held the phone out so that James “You should go somewhere relaxing” Bond could hear the resulting gunfire.

“Bloody hell! What did you do?” James sounded incredulous, but Felix could hear the strain in his voice and knew he was already making his way down to MI6’s garage.

“I was shopping!” He whisper-shouted, offended at the implication that he’d done something to warrant an execution mid-market. Like he’d offended a particularly proud farmer’s prized potato. He had done no such thing and he was most assuredly blaming James “Farmer’s markets are relaxing” Bond for this whole affair.

Ten minutes of crawling under stalls later and he was starting to get bored. This needed to end. He was eyeing up the nearest gunman when he was tapped on the shoulder by stall owner.

“If you need ammo, this fruits not going to throw itself.” Felix glanced down at her badge.

“Leslie?”

“That’s what the stall says.” She was not the ally he’d expected but he certainly wasn’t going to complain.

“I’m Felix.” In the time it took for them to get acquainted, the gunman had come closer to their hiding spot, and Felix was going to need a fruit shaped melee weapon very soon. He held his hand out to Leslie and keeping his eyes on the legs stalking towards them said “Quick, hand me that grapefruit.”

Which was apparently the wrong fruit because his only present ally didn’t hand him a grapefruit and instead replied with a terse: “You don’t want that.”  

He glanced at her, he wanted something to hit a six-foot armed man with. “Well, what do I want then?!”

She handed him a coconut, and before she could tell him that she’d had these imported specially from a family member starting up over in Sri Lanka and that the coconut was one of the toughest fruits in the world he’d already hit the man over the head taken his handgun and tossed the coconut at the head of someone else.

And just as Felix was discovering that a coconut was far more effective than most improvised field weapons James Bond showed up.

Just in time to witness a grown man in a Hawaiian shirt, on his day off from working at the FBI in a foreign country engage in the highest staked food fight the UK had ever seen.

Which trust me, Felix was never going to live down.

[somedrunkpirate]

Collision Course (Remus/Sirius)

Hello new fandom, I’m scared. Oh no wait, I’m Somedrunkpirate and I wrote a thing, a ficlet :D. 

First time writing these two! I hope you like it! If there is still interest in new things for this ship, I could expand this ficlet into a real fic.

Collision Course

Summary: When James finally gets together with Lily, Remus expects a time of elated celebration. What they get instead is a muted adjusting period.

Tagging some folks who might be interested :)  @moonymoon @therealpigfarts23 @iamanonniemouse @lille082

[a-forger-and-a-point-man]

THE ESSENTIAL 00QAD READING LIST

created for @mi6-cafe polyamory week! 

[gorgeous art by @procoffeinating] 

QUICK FAQ:

what is 00qad?

007 + q from the craig!bond movies with danny + alex from london spy

wait, two ben whishaws?

are you suggesting this is some kind of problem

i’m a fan of both pairings but do i have to ship them all together?

absolutely not. we all have our preferences and you’ll find that some fics have partner swapping while others just have the boys as friends. some people write danny and q romantically, while others write them sexually. then there’s the fic where they are brothers! as long as you appreciate all four boys you are welcome into the fandom and we’d love to hear your headcanons

are the cats still around?

i’m pretty sure we’d rather sacrifice bond to spectre’s piranha tank than give up q’s cats in any verse anywhere, so fear not my friend

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THE READING LIST

00qad has a very small fandom but we are eager to spread the love, so the order of this list is ideal for folks who have never read any 00qad fic. i’ll start you off gently as the boys are introduced to one another and leave the four-way smut to the very end of the list if you’re interested :D

double-o dreamboat by rigel99 - short drabble

the truth of truths by blackidyll - london spy fix-it

secrets, spies, and family ties by brihna - london spy + spectre fix-it

london light by themuller

fenestrane synthesis by neatk

the glastonbury sprite and the london spy by flantastic

living on love by releasetheglitch

long country walks by iriswallpaper

joyriding (james x danny) by endlessformsmostbeautiful

tickets please by eremoose

office gossip by wycliffe

00qad sick!fic by sunaddicted

home (tw: cat death) by morethancupcake (RIP pascal, sobs)

if my love could be explained in numbers by skylocked

romanticism for broken hearts by sunaddicted

loving and losing by squidsquared

the james x alex relationship by sunaddicted

fire and rain do not mix (james x alex smut) by skylocked

i’m always fine (danny dealing with anxiety) by skylocked

yellow (00qad on vacation) by sunaddicted

lingerie by sunaddicted

#improper use of marshmallows by sunaddicted

00qad omegaverse part 1 and part 2 and headcanons by sunaddicted

comfort by sunaddicted (featuring @princesspampuria)

hold me (christmas fic) by sunaddicted (featuring @princesspampuria)

cockblocked (james x alex) by sunaddicted

danny, q, and butt glitter by sunaddicted (nsfw image within) 

00qad masquerade ball by linorien

 00qad! family by ladyprydian - 00q adopt two little boys named danny and alex

and check out 2017 00QAD LAST DRABBLE WRITER STANDING ENTRIES!

> > > 2021 UPDATES!!!

illuminating shadows - a compelling mystery by @ato-the-bean​

books, brothers, and lovers + weekend by @nothingtosay​

danny’s office is a sanctuary by @themuller13​

show me the way home - a top gun!au by @stormofsharpthings​

effluence by @lille082​

the downfall of 007, a @princesspampuria​ POV by @a-forger-and-a-point-man​

alex’s quarantine birthday by @blood-suits-and-tears​

verses of a different designation (omegaverse) by ladymars (incomplete)

the perfect gift by @sunaddicted​

love me true - alex POV by @iamanonniemouse​

q as in quintillian - an ancient rome!au by @themuller13​

just the two of us - exploring the sexual relationship between danny and q by @iambid​

the seventh wave - magic!au by @spiritofcamelot​

cheese by @1amvengeance​

...and many more in the ao3 tags for the boys: James Bond/Danny Holt/Q/Alex Turner and 00QAD - Relationship

YES, THE “QAD” IS PRONOUNCED LIKE “SQUAD” :D

[there are many more fics and headcanons and nsfw art in my 00qad tag]

[10moonymhrivertam]

Okay so I’m not focused enough to write a full fic but here I go I’m just gonna write and stop if I run out of ideas be warned you may be left in the middle of a thought

Danny’s feet carried him along the well-worn path from Starbucks to the fish ‘n’ chips shop with the familiarity of endless weeks doing little else. He pushed the door open and glanced up at the ringing bell - for a moment, an intense loathing flashed in his eyes: what was it with people having to keep an eye on other people all the bloody time? Danny shook off his irritation, as was usual, and let his eyes fall down to scan the room again.

His eyes landed where they usually did - on a table by the toilets, which had the best view of the room. Frances was already there, methodically picking at the chips, eating the smallest ones. Danny strode to the table, sliding his backpack off as he went, setting it down beside his chair as he slid into it. Before he could demand the ketchup, Frances was already handing it to him. He was thankful for her silence, rolling his shoulders and trying to shake off the persona of a barista.

“Christ, I need to find another job,” he muttered, snatching a napkin and spreading it out. He took a handful of chips and piled them on the napkin, drizzling ketchup generously over them. He capped the ketchup and put it aside, scarfing down several fries before giving Frances his attention again.

“So. What are we doing this week? Fleshing out the blog, or using it to tell the truth?”

Frances let out a slightly blustery sound, clasping her hands beneath her chin.

“Well. For the last three weeks, we’ve tried to tell the truth, and they’ve pulled them all. We may as well draw in a few more viewers and keep MI5 on their toes. However...” Frances gave Danny one of those glances that made him want to roll his eyes - she did it less often, now, but she still looked at him as though he wasn’t even fit to work in her kitchen on occasion. “What are we going to write about? The perfect latte art?” she drawled, and Danny shot her a dirty look.

Okay any more would probably be over-ambitious for 1:30 AM. Plus I don’t actually know what else they would write about. Ideas?

@a-forger-and-a-point-man, @spiritofcamelot, @lille082, @moonwest, @ao3-brihna

[lille082]

Effluence

written for polyamory day - a 00QAD fic fulfilling the free space square on the Trope Prompt Table (004) by @mi6-cafe​ . i’ve decided to call my free space “shaken not stirred” and leave it to you, gentle reader, to parse from it what you will. (and i guess this could check the “reverse a common trope” square again too?)

Effluence

Danny had learned early on not to ask questions or coddle Alex and James in the precarious hours following a mission. Alex’s emotions swam closer to the surface and--despite everything, despite all that they had been through together--he still struggled to be stripped bare in front of his lovers, thoughts and feelings fully on display.

James though. . .if Alex built dams to restrain the flow of his emotions, James was like a levy breaking. He could be chaotic at the best of times--something Danny adored about him--but post-mission, he was gloriously unpredictable. He’d return from some missions with a hunger in his eyes that seemed insatiable, his unabashed need dragging his lovers under with him. He’d return from others like the eye of a hurricane, quiet and still, trying to restrain the currents of electricity humming beneath his skin, the potential to destroy everything in his path.

Maybe that volatility helped hide it from his lovers for so long.

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The realization of just how bad it was swept over Danny after dinner on a perfectly normal Wednesday night. He’d shuffled into the kitchen, sock-clad feet sliding quietly across the wooden floor, in search of an extra spoon for the pint of ice cream Q had stolen from him and was now enjoying as he sprawled across Alex on the sofa.

He stilled, watching James bend over to reach into the cabinet where they stashed their reserves. His calloused hand, shaking, clutched the edge of the counter before he straightened back up. 

James fished an unmarked bottle out of his pocket, popped the cap, and set two pills on the counter. He splashed amber liquid from a nearly empty bottle into his recently emptied tumbler, sloshing a few drops down the side, and as he tossed the pills back Danny felt his heart shatter.

He knew James, knew what was asked of him and knew what he did in the field. Never for a second had he assumed he had an easy time dealing with it, but he hadn’t focused too hard on how James dealt with it. 

“Oh love,” Danny breathed, causing James to turn around. The half a second delay in his reaction was all the confirmation he needed.

He approached slowly, watching him swallow the contents down before he reached him. He took the glass from James with a tender smile and set it on the counter, taking his hands in his.

James allowed Danny to drag him to their en suite without protestation, staring warily as he ran a bath and slowly began undressing him. In any other circumstance, he would have been returning the favor with fervor, but the way Danny kept touching him, as if he would crack without the gentlest of care, had him off balance.

He slipped into the tub when Danny led him to it, confusion etched in his brow when he didn’t move to join him. Instead, he knelt next to him and rolled up the sleeves of his jumper before skimming a hand across the surface of the water.

Danny smiled at the questioning stare James was giving him and leaned up for a slow kiss, cupping his face between his hands when he pulled away. His warm eyes searched his expression before brushing another kiss over his lips. Resting their foreheads together, eyes closed, Danny began to speak.

“Don’t say anything--all I want is for you to listen. I want to tell you a story, okay? It’s. . .a lot.” Danny sighed, heart twisting as he remembered telling Alex how things used to be. How he’d coped. And then how he’d coped with his coping methods. It felt like a lifetime ago and, in a way, it was. “I love you. And I need you to know.”

Danny stared at his fingers as they trailed up and down James’s arm, water following the paths they created, and started to tell him everything he didn’t already know. He confessed things to James he hadn’t thought about in a long time--things he could almost pretend happened to some other version of himself.

The endless nights fueled by molly and drinks others purchased for him. Chunks of time he still couldn’t account for through revolving doors of apartments he didn’t recognize. The endless cycle of adderall and xanax just so he could function when he needed to. He only realized he’d been crying when he sat up part-way through his account to run more hot water but couldn’t see the tap through his blur of his tears.

As he finished, he wiped the tracks from his face and gave James a watery smile. He knew he didn’t have to say anything more--no pleas or proposals needed to be made. James’s face was inscrutable, his eyes focused in the middle distance, and Danny swallowed thickly as he got up and pressed a kiss to his forehead. He rose to his feet without another word, pulling a clean towel from the shelf and draping it over the side of the tub.

James quickly caught his wrist when Danny turned to leave. He didn’t say anything, just pressed a gentle kiss to his palm before releasing him.

Danny shut the door behind him and focused on his breathing to ease the tight band around his chest. He shivered.

[a-forger-and-a-point-man]

oh my god. NONE OF MY GUESSES WERE CORRECT! that’s hilarious!

all the drabbles were terrific! i’m soooo sad it’s all over!

i hope you guys can all come to the 00qad chat on saturday to explain your thinking behind your drabbles lol

congrats to all the authors @gwylliondream, @blood-suits-and-tears, @themuller13, @sunaddicted, @lille082, @iambid, and @iamanonniemouse i love you all and it has been an honor to read your amazing work the past month!

edited to add: i was alerted that i forgot to add @brookebond. i have no idea how i forgot! thanks so much for sharing your writing with us

@amarulasmile you were an outstanding mod and the force behind this whole thing! thank you soooo much! 

00QAD LDWS Week 4 Results

I cannot say this enough: THANK YOU to the amazing writers who made this LDWS what it was. Seriously, all the pieces were amazing and so well written and evoked all the emotions. 

Authors have been added to the Week 4 Submission Post

1st Place: “I Lik the 00QAD” by @gwylliondream

2nd Place: “Danny’s Bed” by @Iambid 

3rd Place: “Minor Malfunction” by @iamanonniemouse

Thanks to all the writers who participated and all the commentors and voters! This blew away all my expectations and will definitely be happening again int he future.