#pampuria

[gwylliondream]

@sunaddicted @a-forger-and-a-point-man @archaeologistd @themoonwalksonwater

[princesspampuria]

For @teamdoubleoh, @teamqbranch and @teamcivilian

Much good it will do you 😹😹😹

[00qad-fandom]

00QAD Fandom Wishes Everyone a Happy 007 Fest

Don't know who we are? we are a crossover fandom that combines London Spy's Alex Turner and Danny Holt with Q and James Bond in one lovely polycule with Blofelds Pampuria (Pam) and Turing, a smart little Bengal who is Q branch’s unofficial therapy cat

Key dates for our fandom are:

5th July Original Characters Day 14th July Polyamory Day

20th July Queering The Characters Day 26th July Crossover Day

We will also be hosting our annual London Spy Watch Party over on our discord channel (link under the cut) on the 22nd and 23nd of July at 8pm UTC/ 9pm BST/10pm CEST/4am HKT and our 00QAD chat night on the 29th of July at 7pm UTC

@mi6-cafe

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

007 Fest 2023 / Festivities Day

In which Felix Leiter takes 00QAD to the Fourth of July cookout

The suggestion comes from Alex. He’s formed a warm and unique relationship with the CIA agent who helped him lay low in America, after SPECTRE got hold of his groundbreaking lie detection software. 

Alex has fond memories of Baltimore. Felix still calls him young man and maybe James Bond is a just a little bit jealous of their friendship. 

It’s stiflingly hot, and Danny has watermelon in his hair. He’s had too much potato salad that he doesn’t have room for the spicy bean burger Felix hand made just for him, because he’s vegan. Maybe he’ll have his sandwich while they watch the fireworks later. 

James is regaling Felix’s mother and aunties with tales of adventure and romance and mystery. Felix knows he’s full of shit but he loves seeing the excitement on his mama’s face. 

Q found the neighborhood cats. He misses his own. Pampuria and Turing would absolutely devour the half-smoke he’s feeding the kitties right now, but they’re staying with their Granny Susan until he returns. He looks over and catches Felix’s eye. 

It’s a good life. 

[ramblingsofafanatic]

Okay... Jim

Summary: Q gets back at James for ruining his equipment by calling him Jim.

Word Count: 573

Relationships: Q/James Bond

Warnings: No warnings

Can also be read on AO3 here!

“And the radio?”

“Bottom of the pacific”

Q looks down at the smashed remains of the walther that was just placed onto his desk, groaning internally at all the work he’s going to have to do now.

“Could you at least try and bring it back in less pieces next time... Jim.” Q says, finally looking up to meet the gaze of the agent. James smiles tightly and Q can see some of the minions looking up from their work to watch the interaction. Watching these two interact appear to be one of their favourite pastimes when they should be working.

“I’ll try, see you later, Q” James says before turning on his heel and walking out of Q-branch. The minions quickly getting back to work as the agent strolls past.

~~~

Q walks into their flat and pauses trying to listen to see where James is, though he can’t really hear much other than the cats meowing for attention at his feet.

“James, I’m home” He announces as he takes off his jacket and puts his bag on the ground, toeing his shoes off before moving further into the flat. There’s no sign of James anywhere, but the bedroom door is closed so Q just assumes he’s in there. The cats jump up onto the counter when he enters the kitchen and he pets them as he goes about making tea.

“Hello” James greets and Q jumps and tries to turn around but is stopped by the agents arms wrapping around him, he relaxes at that and leans back into the embrace.

“Hello.” Q replies.

“Jim, really?” James asks, resting his chin on Q’s shoulder.

“Figured it was good enough payback for the broken equipment” Q replies.

“Mmm, but did you take into account that I would retaliate?” James says.

“Was destroying my equipment not enough?”

“Nope” And with that he starts moving his fingers over Q’s side slowly.

“James no.” Q says trying to get out of his grip. James starts tickling him before he can though and Q starts to thrash around more in attempts to get away.

“James stop!” Q yells in between bouts of laughter.

“Not until you say you’re sorry.” James replies, smiling.

“Never!” Q replies stubbornly.

“Then I guess... I’m just never going to stop tickling you” James says as he doubles his efforts.

“Okay! Okay! I surrender! I’m sorry!” Q says.

“For?”

“Calling you Jim at work!” Q replies and the tickling finally stops. Q slumps to the floor, leaning against the counter and trying to catch his breath.

“Promise not to do it again?” James says moving to sit beside Q on the floor. The cats immediately jump onto their laps at this, demanding to be pet.

“Yes, I promise not to call you Jim at work.” Q says, petting Pampuria.

“Good, wanna go relax and watch netflix?” James replies, moving his arm to go around Q’s shoulder.

“Okay, Sounds good... Jim”

“Q” James warns, moving his arm down to Q’s side.

“You only made me promise not to call you that at work.” Q points out quickly. James sighs in defeat before moving to get up, pushing Turing off his lap.

“Fine, but I’ll only let you get away with it this once.” James says as he goes to the living room. Q hums in response, petting Pampuria a couple more times before he gets up to finish making his tea and join James.

[askpamandturing]

Miss Pampuria and Mr Turing, how are you both on this fine Caturday?

Turing: It’s too hot to live

Pampuria: Try surviving in my floof! You know nothing of suffering!

Turing: Yes I do because you’ve claimed the spot in front of the fan since this morning!

Pampuria: I’m the lady here, and ladies go first

Turing: But I’m baking! 

Pampuria: Turing your whinging is giving me a headache

Turing: Well I have no choice now but to sit in the ice bucket Gramps is making for the champagne 

Pampuria: What? Why? Where? Are they celebrating something without me?

Turing: No I think Gramps broke a thing again and Daddy is very displeased

[gwylliondream]

Pampuria chillin’

[princesspampuria]

@teamofvillains are you going to win or must i do something only you will regret?

Don’t make me come down there pls

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

🤣🤣

omg I LOST IT at the cardboard wall bit

This is what happens when Q asks James to keep her entertained during lockdown and James decides to challenge her and find out if she’s a true Spectre assassin

[00qad-fandom]

Happy Pride Month From The 00QAD+PT Fandom

Happy Pride month from and to the 00qad Fandom many people in our fandom headcanon the 00QAD+PT family as different members of the LGBTQ

Turing, Danny, and Q identify as Gay

James Identifies as Bisexual

Alex Identifies as Grey Ace and Homoromantic

and Pampuria Identifies as Pansexual

this year we will again be hosting LGBTQ watch parties on the 00qad discord server throughout the month so watch this space for details

[10moonymhrivertam]

567 words, all fluff ^_^

[askpamandturing]

Dearest Pamela and Alan (Turing): Are you celebrating 007 Fest?

Pampuria: I AM NOT PAMELA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Turing: How did you know my first name is Alan? Papa the Virgin says Alan was very smart.

Pampuria: I’LL CELEBRATE WHEN I RULE THE WORLD AGAIN!!!!!!!!!

Turing: What do you mean again

Pampuria: ….nothing

Turing: ….

Pampuria: I wish to lick some of Daddy’s ice cream now. I hear the freezer door opening.

[gwylliondream]

Santa’s little helper

[sunaddicted]

Ode To The Broken (00q)

It was dark when James peeled his eyelids open, woken up by something his sleepy brain couldn’t point out yet but that soon would make its way to the forefront of his mind; in the meanwhile, his eyes looked for the alarm clock on the bedside table and its neon green numbers changing every sixty seconds: it was 4:17 in the morning and James felt like he’d been ran over by a car and then put in a blender, before he’d poured himself on the mattress.

Though, he remembered nothing of the sort happening; for their standards, James and Q had had a relatively boring and comfortingly domestic night in, eating chips in front of the tv and cuddling with the cats.

Q.

Where was Q?

James forced his body to sit up on the mattress, letting the warm blankets pool in soft waves of fabric around his waist: there was no Q to be found in the bedroom, which wasn’t exactly unusual since the younger man suffered from a serious case of insomnia but whatever had woken up James, his senses felt all in overdrive and a loathsome panicky feeling seized his chest; breathing became difficult, coming into short inhales and quick exhales that made him feel slightly light-headed.

Almost afraid of passing out, James climbed out of the bed and with shaky legs he gained the hallway; suddenly the noise of blood rushing in his temples disappeared and he could distinctively hear the sound of water running in the bathroom - and James was able to breathe correctly again, perfectly aware of what was going on.

James knocked at the bathroom door, not really expecting an answer but he guessed that it would be better to avoid scaring Q into an heart attack - God knew that with the amounts of stress and caffeine on which the younger man practically lived would have made that possibility pretty strong, despite the fact that he was just in his late twenties.

“Enter” Q’s voice bid from inside the room.

“Not you” James murmured fondly at the cat - Pampuria, it was impossible to mistake her white floof for Turing’s darker colouring under the moonlight - that had just brushed against his calves.

“Let her in” Q called out “She’s been scratching at the door for a while”

James snorted when Pampuria looked up at him, a smug mewl putting on display that sharp little teeth that had bitten him so often “Spoiled brat” he said as he pushed the door open, shaking his head when the cat entered the bathroom first, swishing her floofy tail around.

“Don’t talk like that about my Princess” Q said with a smile, letting a wet hand dangle out of the bath, so that the cat could sniff at his fingers and rub against them “Did I wake you up?”

James sat down on the edge of the tub, arms instinctively wrapping around Pampuria when she jumped in his lap - just to be closer to her owner but still comfortably far from water, obviously “No” he reassured “Did you have a nightmare?”

“That would imply that I ever managed to fall asleep” Q pointed out with a grin, fingers nervously playing with the bubbles hiding his submerged body “I just keep thinking about it, you know?” He sighed out in the end, looking up at his lover with tired green eyes.

James carefully freed an hand from Pampuria’s floof, making sure that the cat understood not to make any idiotic movements unless she desired to take a bath, and carded his fingers through Q’s damp curls “Hard choices are part of the job” he pointed out gently, digits massaging the younger man’s sensitive scalp.

Normally, Q would have closed his eyes in bliss at the skilfull massage but instead he let his eyelids slid down to hide his irises as distress filled them. A tear slid down his stubbled cheek and Q angrily wiped it away, feeling so weak in front of James; his lover had literally gone to hell multiple times and had managed to make the trip back alive to tell tales about it “It could have been you” Q couldn’t help whispering, his voice breaking on the last word.

“It already has been me” James murmured “And it could happen again, yes”

Q snorted - a noise that became a sob halfway out of his throat - even as another tear fell down his face “Have I already told you just how shitty you are at comforting people?” He asked, a bitter smile blossoming on his lips.

Even if he hadn’t been Quartermaster back then, Q remembered when it had been James’ turn to be sacrificed in a last desperate attempt to win a battle in the never ending war against terrorism: the halls had been filled by a cacophony of disbelieving murmurs, the news of 007’s death travelling on everyone’s mouths just like it had done so many times before that - the only difference being that they were carrying the downfall of a hero, instead of its conquests and shenanigans.

Only, then M had been able to share part of the guilt with Eve who had understandably missed an extremely difficult shot - hell, an impossible one.

Now, Q only had himself to blame for issuing the command that had led 002 to her death and nobody was blaming him; the higher ups had even congratulated him upon making such a difficult decision, displaying a cold-blooded and clear mind in the moment of need. Nobody cared that 002 had died: she’d been just another sacrificeable piece on the board, a pawn that with its death would open up a safer path to the Queen.

“She knew what she was risking, Q”

Q looked up at James, an eyebrow arched up in silent inquiry.

James smiled down tenderly at those big and tired eyes, just pleading him for the right words to make the guilt a little more bearable “You know that is Double-Ohs are not the most obedient of the lot” he started.

“You can say that, yeah” Q interrupted, his smile loosing a bit of the bitter edge as the corners turned up a little more and made the faint suggestion of dimples appear at the corners of h6os mouth.

“Stop interrupting me” James reprimanded fondly, tapping Q’s nose; as any other time he had poked at the younger man, Pampuria warningly dug her claws in his thigh “As I was saying, you know we almost never follow orders - 002 could have easily told you to fuck off and kiss her arse like she already did numerous times. But she didn’t because she evidently thought too that the move you suggested was the only possible one to avoid wasting all the months of work leading up to that op”

Q sighed and closed his eyes again, this time pushing his head in James’ fingers to ask for more pets. It all made sense - it was the truth: 002 had known that Q was at the end of his rope, that the only thing he could have suggested from behind his computer was to take the leap - and she had because, despite being on the field, she hadn’t seen a better option either “She was my friend”

“I know. But as your friend, would she want to see you like this?” James asked, knowing that Q wouldn’t stop feeling sad just because he knew that 002 would bite his head off, if she knew that Q was crying over her dead body like that; she’d been a peculiar character with quite a mouth on her - and no, James didn’t mean it in a complimentary way - and a peaceful attitude towards death that not many agents really managed to reach.

Q shook his head.

(“Grow a pair, Q” 002 snarls over the comms, gritting her teeth as she scales the wall just using her pigheadedness and a huge amount of luck.

Q rolls his eyes: she could have easily used the elevator - after all, he could control it easily “Of what? Boobs?”

“Someone has been reading naughty Star Trek fanfictions again” 002 sings in a teasing voice “Or maybe Bond is just /that/ kinky?”

Q rolls his eyes again - he does that a lot when he’s monitoring 002 “You’re perverted. If you bring back that throwing knife I spent a whole day balancing to perfection - and that you’re using to scale a wall when you could have taken the lift - I’m giving you a bottle of Macallan as a prize”

002 snorts but Q knows her and waits, eyes following her ascension as he virtually covered her shoulders, making sure that nobody started shooting at her.

“How old?”

Q grins when the question finally comes “25 years old, Sherry Oak range” he answers and when 002 whistles, he knows that he’s going to see his equipment again this time. )

“She’d tell me to stop whining” Q answered, sighing as he shook his mind free of the memory; he knew that one day he’d feel only fondness when remembering the agent but, for now, it still hurt too much.

“Exactly” James gently put Pampuria on the floor and stood up, ignoring her irritated mewl to grab a large towel from the warming rack “Come out now, you’re getting all pruny” he encouraged.

Nobody needed to know that James squeezed Q a little harder than usual when he had him snuggled up against his chest, trembling in his cocoon like a leaf in the wind.

[lapsang-and-earlgrey]

Hey, @princesspampuria this you?

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

cat haiku: pampuria (gwylliondream’s cat)

i’m a lovely BODE

but mom is a meanypants

fuck this diet food