#please excuse any typos I wrote this tipsy in a cab on my way to a friend’s place for the fireworks

[thestalwartheart]

resolution.

A little happy new year gift to the 00Q fandom. I love you all so much

“Any New Year’s resolutions, Q?”

“None for myself, though I live in hope you agents might resolve to return more equipment.”

Bond smiled, but said nothing for a minute, which Q took to mean he’d rejected that suggestion entirely. He turned away, expecting Bond to leave, and gave his focus to a watch he was adapting to deliver an electric shock after a carefully defined number of seconds pressed to a man’s skin.

He was so engrossed that Bond’s eventual admission came as a surprise.

“I do have one resolution,” said Bond, standing a lot closer than he had been before.

“Oh?”

Q felt his chin being tipped upwards. The watch clattered to the bench. Somewhere a clock struck midnight, but Q never noticed. He was too busy sinking into the feeling of James Bond’s lips on his own. They were softer than he’d imagined, and they tasted of whisky, which seemed like a detail ripped from his dreams—the kind he had on nights where fantasies were too much to resist.

Bond pulled back and smiled. Q imagined, perhaps foolishly, that the smile was just for him. Custom-made, as one of his watches was for Bond.

“Happy new year, Q.”

Q cleared his throat and grinned. “Happy new year, James.”