#minor 00Q

[catboy-jaebeom]

this shapeshifting vessel is a lie

it's been a year already since my last pinned, and I got shadowbanned exactly around that time back then because of course I did, so here's a new one 🩷

I'm Autumn, but you can call me Faon as well. my pronouns are they/ them. ticked all the boxes on the queer registration form, and I'm currently in a queerplatonic poly relationship. I was born in '95. central european & white. future linguistics student. proud plant parent. kpop fan. I really adore vampires and I write original and fan fiction, as well as poetry. I speak english and german, and I'm studying french, japanese, korean and finnish. lover of bats, snakes, horsies, deer and cats, as well as sharks. I sometimes make cat ear edits and vampire edits of idols and actors ( see: my icon ) so if you want me to make one for you, you can DM me.

my interests and hyperfixations change over time — yes, it was a phase, mum! name a constant state of being, mum! — and I change my username every two years, round about. currently I'm really into the quantum leap spin-off, live action one piece show, and I'm watching a couple of kdramas and such at the side. I play baldur's gate 3, vampyr and control, but also 2064: read only memories.

I was very active in the shadowhunters and the dragon age as well as the james bond / 00q fandoms, and I will reblog every single gif of spirit - stallion of the cimarron, it's my childhood movie. also, Jin Oshiro from STRAY (2019) deserved better, thank you. you may know me as leafmiilk, taehdenveri, fliederfuchs or thetevinterelf.

this blog of mine was created in 2012, I was on here already when you could still count on the superwholock people to throw gifs at posts although I was never one of them, which, trust me, was a hilarious feeling in hindsight asjfjahajft. I have one sideblog worthy of note @splittergheist which is my writing blog, and I have a secret sideblog for my omegaverse / miscecanis stuff ( much more the lifestyle, world building and concept than the smut and stuff, I'll be honest, but no hate at all!! ) that I might give out if someone asks nicely and privately.

that said, I tag my posts extensively, and if you ask politely, I will try and tag specific things for you too! please be nice in my inbox or I'll simply delete your ask and block you. 🦈 oftentimes I will message you privately when you've sent me an ask that doesn't seem to be an ask game or such! and while I do post stuff for tag games I'm not a fan of tagging others unless we're, like, really close, sorry ><

relevant kpop stuff can be found under the tag. I also put some "reviews" written by mutuals about my blog there, thank you everyone, you're lovely 💚🌼

and thank you everyone else for reading this, may your days be bright I think we all could need that at the moment. I would super love new people to talk to ( please have your age / some approximate of it in your bio; I'm totally fine with talking to minors but I would like to know I am before I do, thank u ) so message me or reply to this!

kpop stuff

ult group: GOT7

other groups I like: NCT 127, WayV, Red Velvet, ITZY, Seventeen, SHINee, ONEUS; ...

soloists I like: XIA / Kim Junsu, Taemin

biases: Lim Jaebeom & Choi Youngjae; Nakamoto Yuta; Xiaojun; Kang Seulgi; Hwang Yeji; Joshua Hong & Lee Seokmin; Choi Minho & Taemin; Kim Leedo & Lee Seoho; Park Seonghwa & Jeong Yunho; Kanemoto Yoshi; ...

wreckers: Mark Tuan & Kim Yugyeom; Ten Lee; Kim Mingyu & Lee Woozi; Kang Yeosang & Song Mingi; ...

for as long as xitter still lives, you can find my kpop account under: jaebueomgi

blog reviews

@meant-to-be-a-hero wrote on 22nd November:

Shall I compare Autumn's blog to a summer's day? I shall not, because I am not a hack. Equal parts language jokes, kpop boys (and girls, but I don't look at those) and #bitter millennial blogging, there's something for everyone here at Autumn's blog. They are also one of the few people who still write funky things in the tags, a true dying breed on Tumblr. I feel like I'm reviewing a restaurant or something. Either way, click follow, thank me later, because you will. It's a good blog, Bront.

— ★★★★★(★★) [ 7 out of 5 ]

@klutenpetter wrote on 22nd November:

It seems I have misplaced the URL of the blog in question that I was supposed to review.

— ★★★★★ [ 5 out of 5 ]

[catgirl-yeji]

this shapeshifting vessel is a lie

hi and welcome to my corner of the internet. this blog is still under construction until I can add my about page ( did you know that you have to personally ask support to be allowed to use a page code with javascript in it? :)) well, you do now ) so beware of the construction tape!

I'm Autumn or Faon, I use they/them pronouns and I was born '95. ticked about all the boxes on the queer registration form and I'm currently in a queerplatonic poly relationship. central european & white. future linguistics & politics student, and plant parent. I really adore vampires and I write original and fan fiction, as well as poetry. I speak german and english, and I'm studying french, korean, japanese and finnish. lover of bats, snakes, horsies, deer and cats, as well as sharks. 🦈 I sometimes draw cat ears or fangs onto idols and actors ( see: my icon ), if you'd like me to make you an icon, drop me a DM.

my hyperfixations and interests change over time — yes, it was a phase, mom! name a constant state of being, mom! — and I change my username every two or so years. currently I'm really into the quantum leap spin-off, the motherland: fort salem show, and I'm watching a couple of k-dramas and such at the side. I play baldur's gate 3, stardew valley and control, but also 2064: read only memories.

I was very active in the shadowhunters and the dragon age fandom as well an 00q shipper. I will reblog every single gif of spirit - stallion of the cimarron, it's my childhood movie;; also, Jin Oshiro from STRAY (2019) deserved better, thank you for your attention.

you may know me as leafmiilk, taehdenveri, fliederfuchs or thetevinterelf — and most recently @catboy-jaebeom ! 🌺

tumblr veteran and survivor of the mishapocalypse. I've been renting this space ( occupying, maybe, rather? skjsdlkgs it's not like I pay rent ) since 2012, and trust me when I say: this website is a hellsite, but it's our hellsite, so, I'll stay until the last person switches off the lights, probably. >< a lot of other social media networks just never grew on me quite like tumblr.

I have two sideblogs worth noting: @splittergheist, my writing blog where I post short stories and poems irregularly, and my secret and private miscecanis / omegaverse blog ( a lot more interested in the world-building, concept and lifestyle than the smut, but no hate! ) that I may give out if you ask nicely and privately. also, if you're interested in some tumblr rp, you can message me as well, I have an OC blog for that. 🐰

that said, I tag my posts extensively, so if you need me to tag something, you can shoot me an ask and I'll try to tag specific things for you! please be nice in my inbox or I'll simply delete your ask and block you. 💛 oftentimes I'll message you privately when you send me an ask that doesn't seem like it should be answered publicly ( unless you've sent it on anon ofc ) and while I do answer tag games, I'm too anxious to tag ppl myself unless we're like super close, sorry ><

I track #faon.tagged. if you make ( especially kpop ) content you think I'd like ( itzy, got7, nct & wayv but especially ten, xiaojun and yuta, red velvet, shinee, svt but especially joshua, mingyu and dk, skz but especially hyujin and felix, but also others! ) you can use this tag, I'm always happy to reblog pretty gifs and support you guys, you're the backbone of our and any community.

relevant kpop stuff can be found under the cut, as well as some 'reviews' my lovely mutuals wrote for me ( if you like to leave a review, hit me up in my DMs! ) thank u, ily 💚🌼

and thank you everyone else for reading this, may your days be bright, I think we could all use that at the moment;; I'd super love new ppl to talk to ( pls have your age or an approximate in your bio! while I'm fine with talking to minors, I'd like to know beforehand if I do ), so message me!!

kpop stuff

ult group: got7

other groups I like: nct 127, itzy, wayv, shinee, red velvet, seventeen, oneus, ...

soloists I adore: xia / kim junsu, taemin, ...

biases: lim jaebeom & choi youngjae; nakamoto yuta & xiaojun; kang seulgi; hwang yeji & lee chaeryeong; joshua hong & lee seokmin; choi minho & lee taemin; kim leedo & lee seoho; park seonghwa & jeong yunho; kanemoto yoshi; ...

wreckers: mark tuan & kim yugyeom; ten lee; kim mingyu & lee woozi; kang yeosang & song mingi; shin ryujin; ...

for as long as xitter still exists, I can be found under jaebueomgi.

blog reviews

@meant-to-be-a-hero wrote on november 22nd:

Shall I compare Autumn's blog to a summer's day? I shall not, because I am not a hack. Equal parts language jokes, kpop boys (and girls, but I don't look at those) and #bitter millennial blogging, there's something for everyone here at Autumn's blog. They are also one of the few people who still write funky things in the tags, a true dying breed on Tumblr. I feel like I'm reviewing a restaurant or something. Either way, click follow, thank me later, because you will. It's a good blog, Bront.

— ★★★★★(★★) [ 7 out of 5 ]

@klutenpetter wrote on november 22nd:

It seems I have misplaced the URL of the blog in question that I was supposed to review.

— ★★★★★ [ 5 out of 5 ]

[thestalwartheart]

I am so tempted to ramble about M and Bond and their complicated and often contradictory relationships with societal norms and how that forms the basis of my christmas headcanons here but to spare your inbox from an essay let me not do that lmao

Anyway, my hc is that M does not like Christmas. She doesn't come from a family where it was big and she just does not see the point. Her husband and his extended family do though, and it is something she does for his sake every year - where they agree she will only skip going to whoevers house they are staying at (maybe one of his siblings hosts a big get together?) if there is an international crisis.

Bond cottons onto this and creates a minor crisis one year and he even gets a rare if curt thank you from her afterwards and it's one he treasures forever.

I also want them to run into one another at mi6 one Xmas after her husband dies, these two people who never felt a part of the merriness and togetherness and whatever else the day is meant to stand for, and they just drink together at Ms office - not even talking much but content in the company - and naturally never mention it again. And just to add more angst maybe it's the last Christmas before Turkey, too.

I knew if you weighed into this you would have a headcanon that broke my heart, but you went above and beyond even my own expectations. I'm shattered! THANKS!

This???? This!!!!!!

Bond cottons onto this and creates a minor crisis one year and he even gets a rare if curt thank you from her afterwards and it's one he treasures forever.

If you're in the mood to write Bond fic again at any point, I would LOVE to see you write this. God, it's so them.

I think you're spot-on about all of this, btw. Both Bond and M. I can completely visualise Dench!M gritting her teeth and bearing her late husband's family Christmases. That is such a real and vivid headcanon.

Not to hijack your last point with 00Q, but in one of my FFF fics, I had Bond and Q sharing a drink in Q's office on Christmas Eve. Though it was from Q's POV, in the back of my head I was thinking about Bond doing similar with M before she died, and how he'd been planning to show up the next Christmas too, but they both ended up at Skyfall before it could come around. In that fic, before he wandered the corridors and saw his Quartermaster's light on, he'd passed by her office - now Mallory's - to see it locked and dark. I think he spared a rare, genuine, sad little smile at the memory of sitting with her in contented silence.

Apologies for the takeover, but your ask made my brain fizzy with possibilities, as your headcanons always do!

[pollyna]

headcanon and a little pre-hc: 004 and Eve went through the Double-Ohs training together. Tammy made it, Eve didn't. They were together for a little while, now they're mostly friends. And the magic 001xTanner for no reason at all.

Q hears 004 say if when she's waving at Eve, before going to Uzbekistan. 006 and 009 are there too and no one seem capable of moving after that two little letters. One hour later every double-oh is in the breaking room, nine tumbler on the table, eight of them watching the ceiling and one of them watching the table. The glasses stay there for an entire month and sometimes Q catches Eve at the table, looking at the the fourth, empty, glass.

001 is the second person who says it, Tanner is in Q-Branch with them because M wants a report on a prototype and he says if I come back, as answer to Q when you get back. The Chief of Staff is putting the first of the nine glasses in the same positions of the fourth. 004 is still out there but now, sitting around that table isn't just Eve.

Two months after Tammy is declared missing and dead at the end of that month and Richard comes home with more bruises and broken bones than whole ones. 001's glass comes back looking at the ceiling, 004 ones disappears the day of her funeral.

After that is 006 who says it and then 002, two glasses and it seems everyone is holding is breath in MI6.

Q would like not to know about this little rituals of them because now, everytime he hears one of them say if he knows it could be the last time he sees them at all. The worst thing at all is that every double-ohs is so quiet and peaceful about going on a suicide mission knowing they couldn't come back. Just as if they were taking a walk in the park, nothing new or old about it.

006 comes back the day M chooses the new 004 and Alec takes Eve out for a drink or maybe ten. Simon is a smart guy, smiles maybe a little too much and does his job just a little too well. 003 is the only one who seems to like him.

007 never says if. He says when, he laughs at maybes and, two years after Skyfall he kisses Q's worries away while he's packing his bag. Even if he doesn't say it sometimes, during some particular operations Q finds himself sitting around a the table, looking at all the glasses and trusting Bond he won't ever had to take 007's glass away from the red surface.

[sunaddicted]

On Guilt (00Q) - contains minor spoilers for NTTD!!!

The cheating (very short) fic is here - enjoy

[solarmorrigan]

And Forever

((A follow up to Always. This idea actually occurred to me right after I finished the first story and I hated it so much I had to write it. Because why make things better when I can make them worse? Warnings for: temporary character death, very minor gore, brief suicidal thoughts, general angst))

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Q was a broken thing.

Bond felt the bile rising in his throat and swallowed it back.

Q was a broken thing, he reminded himself.

There was blood everywhere, and Bond fought the urge to retch.

He’d thought such reactions to death had long since been put to bed, but apparently he could still muster up some humanity under the right circumstances. It was almost laughable.

Necromancy was a well-guarded class of magic for a reason. One simply didn’t mess about with the dead without losing a piece of oneself.

Or several pieces, as the case may be.

And Q–

The first time had felt like a blessing. Bond didn’t fear death, but he’d feared leaving Q on his own. Like a fool, he’d promised not to. And even though the world had been a little greyer, and Q had been a little colder, Bond had come back, and it was good.

Two, three, four deaths later, it was less of a blessing.

Bond came back a little less each time, and Q–

And Q just kept tearing out little pieces of his soul to drag Bond back from the grave.

The gun was still warm in Bond’s hand.

It was curious that, sickened as he was, Bond’s hand was steady. Still as death. Even when his mind revolted, his body remembered the motions. Just point and shoot.

Q hadn’t even heard Bond come up behind him. He’d been working, typing away at his laptop, and Bond hadn’t given himself the time to hesitate. It would just go on and on and on and Q would never let him rest–

The blood was everywhere, bits of brain matter, skull; headshots were so messy, efficient as they were. Bond couldn’t look at it anymore.

A sob crawled up out of his chest, and this one he couldn’t deny. He loved Q. He loved Q so much, but god, the human soul was only so elastic. Q’s was going to snap. Bond feared his own may have already; it would explain the ugly, shattered feeling sitting inside of him, pushing ugly, shattered noises out of him.

He turned away from the desk, from what was left of Q—broken, boneless, lifeless—and let his legs drop from under him. He didn’t know how long he let himself cry. What was time, after all, to a man dead five times over?

Bond eyed the gun that had fallen to the carpet in front of him. Perhaps the sixth time would be the charm.

The scuff of a footstep startled him from the thought. Bond went stiff as a hand, horribly familiar and impossibly warm, cupped his cheek. “Shh. Don’t cry, James.” Q’s voice crooned from above him, “I’m here for you.”

Bond didn’t dare look up, couldn’t bear to find out whether he would see Q whole and well, or just the gory mess Bond had left of his face – unable to decide which was worse.

“I’ll always be here for you. Always and forever,” Q’s hand slipped, smearing attempted murder down the side of Bond’s face, to grip his jaw, “I promise.”

[roseforthethorns]

Pub Fight

Saturday pub nights were some of Q’s favorite, even after more than two decades of marriage. James always insisted dinner was his treat (though Q made sure to buy the first round), and they would sit by the fire, saying everything and nothing at all. Q had so many memories of James in their corner of the pub, and even now with his hair so pale blond it was white, with more wrinkles on his face and hands, Q still loved him more than ever.

Q wasn’t as young as he used to be either. His hair was fully shot through with silver, moreso at the temples, and he had his own set of wrinkles and lines from years as Quartermaster for MI6 and then years of marriage with James Bond. But he was happy.

So when the loud drunks at the bar got offensive and rude, Q was less than pleased.

They’d been sharing a cottage pie and quietly reminiscing when James had brushed some food from Q’s lip which Q promptly licked off his thumb. It was a close intimacy born from years of acceptance and pleasant pub experiences (even if they weren’t allowed at Quiz nights but once a year- they were undefeated). But tonight there were visitors in town, and they were getting louder and drunker with each passing moment, so when they saw James and Q, the leader made a gagging sound and said, loud enough everyone could hear, “Why don’t you get out of here, you fuckin’ faggots?”

Q could tell by the set of James’ jaw and the hint of steel in his eye that James wasn’t happy either. There was a mad gleam there he recognized from their Six days, and Q knew better than to talk James down. Instead they both stood, men heading well into their twilight years, and faced the offending group.

“I’m sorry, I’m rather hard of hearing,” James said, his tone perfectly even and almost playful. “What did you call us?” He cupped one ear with his hand, and Q had to fight back a wave of laughter that threatened to bubble up.

“You heard me. Fuckin’ faggots,” the leader repeated. Spit flew from his mouth, and his eyes showed nothing but revulsion and hatred for James and Q.

“That’s what I thought you said,” James replied. He took two steps forward and decked the ringleader.

The man’s head snapped to the side, and he stumbled back into his friends. James shook out his hand and flexed his fingers as Q joined him. “I can keep the others off you. He’s been favoring his right leg. Use it.”

Q saw James’ smirk, and together they moved as one. The ringleader swung at James, and his two cronies moved for Q. The regular patrons watched as James and Q took the three men down in less than ten seconds. Q sidestepped the two men and tripped them before turning quickly and smacking their heads against the floor; they were out cold. James moved with a agility of a much younger man out of the way of the leader’s swinging fists. A single uppercut and a well timed kick to his right knee sent the man sprawling.

Q watched as James picked up his pint, drained the glass, and handed the bartender a twenty-pound note before wrapping his arm around Q and walking out into the night. The moment they left the pub, Q turned and pulled James into a kiss. “I will never understand why you are so sexy when you fight.”

James smirked and deepened the kiss as he held Q close in his arms. “It’s because you know what else I can do with my hands.”

For @timetospy

[samanthahirr]

MI6 Cafe Creators Tag Game

(Thank you so much for tagging me, @silverbrume!)

We’d love for people to keep getting to know each other after this year’s 007 Fest, so we’re starting this tag game!

Rules: Answer the questions, then tag 3 new people to complete this. Also, tag the person who tagged you and @mi6-cafe so we can reblog your response.

Note that when we say ‘fanwork’ in the questions below, that could mean a fanfic, gif, fanart, headcanon, cosplay, crocheted work—any kind of fancreation counts!

1. What work of yours challenged you when you were creating it?  

Can I count my ongoing 00Q WIP-epic Off the Books? Yeah, I’m gonna say this is my biggest challenge. I’ve never posted a WIP before, and it’s a much bigger challenge than I anticipated, controlling the pacing, the evolving relationship dynamics, and the gradual reveal of exposition. It doesn’t help that it’s already my longest work to date, and it’s only 1/3 done at 54k. I’ve got reams of notes for this fic and a heavily detailed outline to follow, but I still agonize over nailing all my set-ups and pay-offs. Very challenging project, but my most-rewarding by far.

2. What is a fanwork you’ve seen which gave you a new headcanon about a character?    

Queen of Spades by Astolat. One of the first 007 fics I ever read, it took the M & Craig butting-heads dynamic from Casino Royale and amplified their antagonism and manipulations and competition into the stratosphere. I fell in love with Astolat’s headcanons of a Bond who resents orders and leadership but craves M’s approval, and an M who effortlessly manipulates Bond into becoming the agent she wants him to be, and even as Bond sees those manipulations happening, he can only rise to her challenges instead of turning his back on them.

3. Is there a fanwork that you really want to make, but you haven’t started yet?

Yes! I’ve got a pre-slash 00Q fic all planned and researched, wherein Bond’s punishment for a botched mission is bodyguard-duty for Q at a conference in Salzburg. In this AU, Q & Bond don’t know each other well and have an adversarial relationship. En route, Bond mercilessly taunts Q about his blatant fear of flying…until Bond realizes just after takeoff that Q has dosed himself with an anxiolytic/hypnotic to get through the short flight. Now Bond has a heavily drugged quartermaster at his mercy, and he must choose whether to be cruel or kind for the next seven hours. (Spoiler: Bond chooses kindness, and they forge a mutual respect and tentative friendship by the story’s end.) Tentative title “Bases to Guard or Beleaguer.” Just gotta finish writing a couple other fics before I can start banging this one out.

4. What fanwork of yours surprised you, and how? 

I was surprised how effortlessly Touch It, Stroke It, and Undress It came together for 007 Fest 2022. In summer of 2021, I came up with a series of vignettes for aromantic!Q sleeping with all the agents, amusingly thwarting Bond’s seduction attempts. This year I decided to flesh the ideas out into a series of standalone smut scenes with an overarching “lovers to friends-with-benefits” arc for Fest, and I somehow cranked out 21k of smut in under a month! Biggest surprises of the resulting fic: A) I haven’t been that prolific in a decade; B) the multiple POVs were an engaging challenge to figure out; and C) once I stopped being self-conscious about sharing all my kinks, the smut became downright fun to write.

5. What themes/styles/subjects are common across many of your fanworks? 

I’m all about hurt/comfort (though if I injure a character too seriously, they can’t have the celebratory ‘we survived’ sex, so I tend to go minor-to-moderate on the physical trauma). And I’m currently fascinated with all the possible variations on a drugging storyline, so expect to see that crop up in my next few fics.

6. What other fandoms do you create for, if any?

None right now, but last year I did fics for The Mandalorian and The Man from UNCLE.

7. Is there an artist that you like to listen to while you create? Or one whose work always inspires you?

I can’t listen to English lyrics when I’m writing, so I listen to a lot of instrumental or foreign-language albums. I spent the month of July looping the Argentinian singer-songwriter Federico Aubele’s second album, Panamericana (produced by Eighteenth Street Lounge Music (shoutout Washington DC!!!) so it’s got sexy-chill electro-lounge vibes), featuring Fede’s genius guitar work and hauntingly gorgeous guest vocals over Latin dance rhythms. And now for August, I’m hooked on a YouTube playlist called Tropical Night Bossa Nova that’s all dreamy/beachy guitar instrumentals.

8. Share a fanwork that you’ve found yourself thinking about weeks after reading/seeing it.

In 2016, @beaubete wrote a 300-word piece for Last Drabble Writer Standing called “Property,” wherein Q poses as a buyer to rescue Bond from a slavery ring. I read that fic on June 1, 2021, and it completely rewired my brain. Within four days I’d planned out the entirety of Off the Books, a 150k sequel for a goddamn drabble I’m still writing a year later, and I joined a new fandom, and now I’m a part of the MI6-Cafe. If it hadn’t been for that genius, shocking cliffhanger of a drabble, I might not have started writing in this fandom and meeting everyone in the Cafe, so I’m still so, so grateful that Beaubete’s fanwork exists.

9. Finally, share where you post your works! 

My AO3 page

Tagging: @prismatic-bell & @kmk1701d & @a-forger-and-a-point-man

@mi6-cafe

[dhampir72]

WIP Wednesday - [feed] 00Q

Series: after midnight

Title: feed

Pair: 00Q

Tags: werewolf!Bond, vampire!Q, alternate universe - werewolves and vampires, minor description of wounds, minor description of medical treatment

Note: yes, I know this should have been published ages ago, but the fic is currently over 30 pages long (+10k) and I am stuck in a lot of places D; If anyone wants to BETA I’m not going to say no... anyway! I hope this little snippet makes up for the wait!

“You’re hurt.”

Bond looks down at the gash in his arm, which has resumed its bloody oozing, and then back at Q, who is looking at the wound instead of at him. Q makes a sound in his throat, like he’s distressed, and Bond immediately moves his arm behind him so it is out of sight. He wonders if this is hard for Q, if it stirs something in him, to be around fresh blood. 

“Hazard of the job,” Bond replies, and then, reassuringly, “I’ll take care of it.” 

Q gives him a look that Bond can’t quite decipher

“You ought to have gone to Medical.”

“It’s just a scratch,” Bond says. “You should see the other guys.”

But Q tilts his head, just slightly, and sniffs, just once. Then he makes a face.

“It’s getting infected,” Q says.

“You can smell that?”

Q grimaces.

“Unfortunately,” he says, and then, “if you’re not going to Medical, at least let me take a look.”

Bond hesitates, just slightly, in the door frame, and, of course, Q notices.

“Oh, come on, I don’t bite,” he says.

It draws a surprised laugh from Bond, and diffuses some of the tension in the room.

“There are worse ways to go,” Bond says.

“Like septicaemia,” Q says, and gestures back towards the bathroom.

Bond gets the message and goes to sit on the closed toilet lid as Q retrieves a first aid kit from beneath the sink. Then he washes his hands in hot water and puts on a pair of surgical gloves. They snap as he fits them to his wrists.

“Should I call you Doctor?” Bond asks. 

“I’ll sew your mouth shut,” Q replies.

“Kinky,” Bond says, and waggles his eyebrows, feeling the pull of newly-healed skin just above the right one. “Though I think I’d look better in a ball gag.” 

The corner of Q’s mouth quirks in amusement.

“Don’t give me ideas.”

“Maybe I want to give you ideas.”

“Amazing how you can even think about shagging when you’ve just been on the bad end of a brawl,” Q says, shaking his head. “They should study your libido for the sake of science.”

“You can study my libido any time.” 

“Keep coming at me with poor pick-ups like that and I will have to seriously consider the ball gag.”

“Promises, promises.”

“Hush,” Q says, but Bond can tell he’s trying not to smile.

[notsuchacleverboyq]

And this, audience, is why we ship 00Q.

I must thank @oracle-of-delfino-plaza for opening my mind to it.

00Q is more stable than any other relationship James might ever have with a Bond Girl. They tease eachother and have minor arguments, but it looks like Q is the one James can always come back to.

The irony is that 00Q isn't even canon.

James looks really comfortable when he is around Q (so does Q himself), which isn't a particular that can be underestimated, because it takes him time to trust someone that way. Q might not know about his deepest secrets, but James is certainly relaxed and at ease around him.

Q makes James feel safe, because he knows he can trust him.

[earlgreyinpajamas]

00q fic recs: bamf!q pt 2

1. between the devil and the deep blue sea by FlyMeAway

“Fuck that,” Q declares, and he finds himself smiling. “If there’s a bomb on this yacht, you’re going to need help defusing it.”

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civilian but still bamf!q is just my cup of tea. the language in this fic is superb and i adore how this author has chosen to characterise q.

2. The Battlefield by Jen (ConsultingWriters) (@consultingwriters)

Every year, MI6 goes through the single most stressful, highly-anticipated, important event in their calendar. The inter-departmental paintball fight.There was only one rule: no lasting physical harm. Beyond that, everybody went quite categorically insane over the entire affair.

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ahhhh i love this fic so much. q and the rest of q branch is fantastic in this fic. i got an adrenaline rush just from reading their antics.

3. In Deeds and Thoughts by blackidyll (@blackidyll)

The name of the event seems innocuous enough, if a terrible mouthful – Black Tie Networking Cocktail Party for Finances and Technology.

"You're familiar with the organizer, so you know what this networking event is likely a front for," M says. "With your cybertechnology know-how, one of your civilian identities will do just fine to meet up with Val Tech."

Q's eyes dart to 004 and Bond on either side of M. "And the Double-Os, sir?"

"As you'll be the in-field operative for the mission, 007 will accompany you as a handler," M says.

"Really." Q can't help the way his tone drops in disbelief; from the way the corner of Bond's mouth twitches upwards, it's clear everyone hears it. "With all due respect, sir, 007 has a tendency to hijack missions even when he's the operative in question."

(Post-Spectre fic, where Q and Bond embark on an acquisition mission to obtain an important component in the cybertechnology war against Spectre, in which Q is the one wearing the suit and Bond the glasses, and the two of them have the chance to see the other in a different light).

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ahhh q being a fantastic field agent is such a mood. i adore him and bond in this fic, and the characterisations of everyone from minor characters like 004 to m and major ones like q and bond are so well done.

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I Have Use For You, by Minor Fandoms (HMSquared)

Summary: Alec finds himself in another universe with another James Bond. Nine years of feelings come out. [James Bond/Alec Trevelyan] 

Galahad Redux, by aetas_obscura (aetataureate)

Summary: "You’d have done rather well in a perverse Camelot, I’ve always believed. There’s something of a knightly devotion about you, and you have an anachronistic amount of experience at killing people with swords.” [James Bond/M] 

A (K)Night To Remember, by Danger_Zone24

Summary: Art for 00Q Reverse Big Bang 2020/2021

When your Charisma is Lacking. by Susspencer

Summary: This is a story inspired by the lovely artwork of 10kiaoi. When it appears in the story you will understand how such art can not only inspire playfulness, but also take most of Q branch on a lark with tjeir favourite double 00s.

It might not be for Queen and country this time, but when Q calls 007 is ready to answer within reason. [James Bond&Q] 

[pollyna]

It starts because Q is afraid of planes and because James has a good taste in books. They are leaving London for their first mission together, the last will require a plane Q hopes, and Bond is already taking his book out before the hostess is even there. He doesn't even know what the double-oh is reading but he needs something to disctract himself until the meds kick on so he says read for me and Bond starts reading, without asking a single question. He's reading when Q falls finally asleep and he's still reading when the plan lands.

It becomes a sort of their thing. Everytime Q has to take a plane, for work mostly, Bond is always there to read for him, doesn't matter if he's in the Q-Branch, at home or on the otherside of the plante. Sometimes, when Bond knows he isn't going to be there, he records himself reading ans stash them in a folder on Q's personal smartphone. They read sci-fi sagas, history novels and, a particularly long trip from London to New Zeland and then back to Hong Kong, James reads him almost a year worth of magazines on coding and the newest news on computers component. When he's back in London, and James is the airport to pick him up, Q kisses him on the cheek and murmurs a soft thank you before passing out again.

Once, for a change, is Q reading for James. It's almost painful because the last bad guy shot him and MedEvac can't sedate him because 007's body built a tolerance to the type of drugs the doctors have with them. So Q reads, James screams and Q reads a little more louder until is quiet on the otherside. He passed out but he wanted us to thank you, Quartermaster. When Bond wakes up, and they're already back in London and in the MI6 building, Q is sitting on a chair near his bed, reading out aloud something he can't really grasp but it ease him back to sleep.

(The first time they kiss James is recording bit and pieces of the new book they're reading and Q takes with him, to Japan and back, the sound of their lips meeting and the small and satisfied oh James pronounce when they separated. It becomes his favourite track and it's the only one he doesn't share with other people who travels with him.)

[thrillingdetectivetales]

It’s WIP Wednesday over on @mi6-cafe​, so I thought I would share some 00Q works that I’ve been picking at for the past week or so. As they’re currently in progress, these works have not been beta-read or edited in any capacity, really, so please forgive minor errors. 1. Self-indulgent werewolf!Bond and vampire!Q AU:

“OO7,” Q greeted as Bond approached, pale eyes bright behind his glasses and one side of his red mouth curved up in a sharp smirk. “You’re late.”

“My apologies, Quartermaster,” Bond returned with a nod. He tossed the folder haphazardly onto the corner of the table, grinning when Q followed the motion with an irritated frown before looking back over with a languid, unimpressed blink. “You know how Miss Moneypenny tends to go on.”

Q hummed, a flat note that indicated he was in no mood to indulge Bond’s excuses, and then tilted his head toward the array of weapons and other gadgetry laid out across the table. “As I was just explaining to OO5 here, given the nature of your assignment, Q Branch has modified some standard equipment to better suit quadrupedal operators with limited vocalization capabilities.”

Bond smiled at him. “You can just say ‘werewolves.’”

2. Post-SPECTRE fix-it in the style of James Cameron’s ‘Alien’:

“You know how many times one of these little guys saved my ass in Brazil?”

“No less than sixteen, by my count,” Q replied, with a knowing, close-mouthed smile that widened ever so slightly when Mason laughed again.

“More than that, if you count what happened on Valente’s yacht. And the time with the Força Aérea Brasileira.”

“You had the yacht sorted before backup arrived, and in the case of the latter, I’m certain you would have found your own way out of confinement eventually,” Q demurred, his eyes sparking with mischief behind the nebbish frames of his glasses. “Though I will confess to taking a certain amount of professional pride in putting the firewalls at the Base Aérea de São Paulo so thoroughly through their paces. Their digital security leaves rather a lot to be desired.”

Q glanced up while Mason went on chuckling and pinned Bond with a look where he was lurking at the end of a row of unmanned computer stations, one hip against the table edge and his arms crossed over his chest. Almost immediately, the sheen of mirth in Q’s gaze dimmed, the curl of his mouth flattening as his spine drew up taut. He pushed his shoulders back with a visible effort and said primly, “OO7. I’ll be with you in just a moment.”

[solarmorrigan]

Can you do Get Me for the prompt meme. And as much as I do like bamf!q, can it be Bond saving Q as I do really like that dynamic too 😅 Q can still be bamf but need a bit of help in the field, right? Thanks

Hullo! I’m sorry for the delay; I’ve had kind of a bad couple of days and was having trouble getting anything down on paper. That said, I do love me some damsel-in-distress!Q almost as much as I love BAMF!Q, so here’s one Q in peril for you! (Someone asked for a continuation of this piece, so I hope it’s alright that I combined the two!)

Prompt is from here! Still accepting, but may be slower!

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There is agreat ruckus happening outside the room. Q really hopes it means what he thinksit means.

It hadn’ttaken long for the mission to go to shit once Bond and Q had split up (ofcourse it hadn’t; never split up, that was the golden rule of everything ever).Things had seemed like they weregoing well, certainly, with Bond halfway across the sprawling cliffside house thatthe drug lord they were after called his base of operations (how original) andin contact via earwig while Q gained access to the computer systems to downloadas much information as possible in what little time they had, but when theirconnection cut out, it had become rather obvious something was wrong.

Q haddisconnected and pulled his thumb drive just as the door burst open, admittingno less than three thugs (excessive) and Mr. Andreas, who looked entirely toopleased when he recognized Q.

Things hadonly gone downhill from there, culminating in Q’s refusal to answer anyquestions and an enthusiastic beating from Mr. Andreas. Q wishes for a momentthat he’d accepted one of those thinly-veiled offers of “hand-to-hand training”from Bond; maybe he’d have actually learned something before they ended upshagging on the mat.

Although heisn’t altogether sure what he’s meant to do with his hands tied behind hisback, in any case. Maybe Bond could have told him.

The ruckus,though – Mr. Andreas is hauling him up off the floor and putting a knife to histhroat, so it probably means exactly what Q thinks it means; which is to say,Bond has found him and will be joining them presently.

Q offers nohelp in Mr. Andreas’ efforts to keep him upright; his hip hurts from landing onit hard, his ribs hurt from being kicked, his head hurts from any number ofthings, and he’s really not in the mood to cooperate. If Mr. Andreas wants ahuman shield, he’s going to have to work for it.

Mr. Andreasis still struggling with Q while Q does his best impression of a sack ofpotatoes when Bond bursts through the door. This prompts Mr. Andreas to yank Q’sbound arms up hard enough that he risks dislocation if he doesn’t take at leastsome weight off his shoulders, and so Q manages to put his feet more firmlybeneath him, wincing as his sore muscles and bones protest.

“So gladyou could join us, Mr. Bond.” Mr. Andreas croons, and of course he knows whoBond is, does no one care for goddamned secret identities?

“I couldhardly refuse an invitation like this.” Bond replies; his gun stays steadilytrained on Mr. Andreas, but his eyes sweep over Q.

There isnothing so unprofessional as actual concernin his eyes, but the fact that he’s looked away from his target at all istelling. Q knows he must look a sight—roughed up, bloody, bruised, saggingslightly against Mr. Andreas—but he does his best to meet Bond’s eyes. He trustsBond to get him out of this. (Somewhere in the back of his mind, he realizesthat this is probably a poor choice; Bond’s record with keeping people alive isspotty at best, and yet Q still finds himself trusting his agent entirely.)

“Yes, wefound your little whore digging into our computer system.” Mr. Andreas sneers,and that’s just uncalled for, really; he and Bond were meant to be engaged, howdoes that make him a whore? Q doesn’t quite have the energy to point this outto Mr. Andreas, and instead manages to spit to the side at his feet (this hasthe dual purpose of showing his displeasure and getting some of the blood outof his mouth; bloody noses are a bloody bother). Mr. Andreas pays him no mind. “Wehaven’t even begun to show him what happens to people who meddle in ourbusiness. And now that you are here, you can watch the proceedings.”

“No,” Bondsays evenly, “I don’t think I will.”

He shoots.

Both Q andMr. Andreas go down, and Bond is on them in an instant, disentangling Q fromwhat is now just a dead body, cutting his ties and helping him upright. The knifethat had been held to his throat had sliced the underside of Q’s jaw as Mr.Andreas jerked and fell, but it was shallow and hardly worth any fuss. Bond hashis handkerchief out and pressed against the cut already. “Are you alright?” Heasks, and Q is certain he doesn’t mean for his voice to sound as gentle as itdoes.

“Perfect.”Q grits out.

“Good.”Bond runs a hand over Q’s hair, something like petting him, and Q would beterribly offended if it didn’t feel so terribly nice, “We’ll get you back to England in one piece yet, so you candrag me to bed.”

Half agurgling snort of laughter comes through Q’s now-probably-crooked nose, anaction which Q regrets immensely, and he accepts Bond’s hand up. “I’m hardly ina position to do much dragging.”

Bondsteadies Q when he wavers slightly on his feet. “Suppose I could do thedragging, then. Can you walk?”

“Well you’renot bloody well carrying me.” Q grouses, though he doesn’t shake off the handBond’s got on his arm.

“I bloodywell will if you don’t move fast enough.” Bond replies, and it’s not a threat,but a fact.

Only at thelast minute does Q remember that– “Wait!” He ducks out of Bond’s hold andstumbles back over to Mr. Andreas’ body. He shoves a hand into the dead man’sjacket pocket, much too numb at this point to really think about the fact thatit’s a dead man’s jacket pocket, and extracts the thumb drive that had beenconfiscated from Q when they took him.

Bond offershim a look that sits somewhere between pride and amusement, or maybe it’s somethingelse altogether; Q’s never been particularly good with facial expressions, anda couple of blows to the head hasn’t helped matters. He pockets the drive andallows Bond to guide him from the base, confident in the knowledge that, whilehe’s not as his best, Bond will be looking out for him the whole way.

And alsothat, as soon as everything stops hurting so much, Q will definitely drag himto bed.