I am afraid I have very little sympathy for anyone who enters into business arrangements involving James Bond, and then expresses surprise when matters become complicated.
It is rather shocking to me that it has been eight years since I first started this story. Eight years! Wow.
I'm still not entirely sure why I stopped writing it, nor am I entirely certain why I picked it up again. But I have, and though not complete, it is certainly much further along than once it was.
These are two characters who I feel are immensely suited to a romance, provided you take out the minor complicating factor that one of them is canonically dead.
Chapters: 3/?
Fandom: James Bond (Craig Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Olivia Mansfield/Kincade, James Bond & Olivia Mansfield, James Bond & Q, James Bond & Female M, Female M/Kincade
Characters: Olivia Mansfield, Female M (James Bond), Kincade (James Bond), James Bond, Q (James Bond)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, M Lives, Older Characters, Epistolary, M and Kincade Write Letters, Falling In Love, Even the Evil Queen of Numbers Deserves to be Happy, Work in Progress
Summary:
It begins with an old-fashioned letter ...
Dear Ms. Emma,
I hope that this note finds you well.
Where it will end, not even James Bond knows for sure.
Q could barely maintain a platonic friendship outside the walls of Six. What possible business did he have attempting something romantic with a man who somehow managed to complicate every part of his life simply by existing in it?
Chapters: 24/?
Fandom: James Bond (Craig Movies)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Q/Alec Trevelyan, Q & Alec Trevelyan, James Bond & Q
Characters: Q (James Bond), Alec Trevelyan, M | Gareth Mallory, Bill Tanner, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Grief/Mourning, Deception, Friendship, Betrayal, No Time To Die, Safin - Freeform, Dom/sub Undertones
Summary:
There will be no resurrection for James Bond this time.
Weeks after he died on Safin's island, Bond's body, now deemed safe from Herakles, is returned to London. Bond's escort is someone wholly unexpected, and one who ultimately forces Q to acknowledge things about himself and MI6 that he'd been wrestling with for a rather long time, but particularly since the Herakles debacle.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 35/?
Fandom: James Bond (Craig movies)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: James Bond/Q, Q/Alec Trevelyan, James Bond & Q, James Bond & Alec Trevelyan
Characters: Q (James Bond), Alec Trevelyan, James Bond, Madeleine Swann, M | Gareth Mallory, Original 00 Agent(s), Original Characters, R (James Bond), Bill Tanner, Eve Moneypenny
Additional Tags: Post-SPECTRE, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Psychological Trauma, Mental Health Issues, Slow Burn, Tags May Change, Coffee, Tea, Casserole-Scenting Bints, Cart Ghost, Recipes, Muteness, Gardens & Gardening
Chapter Summary:
10 and/or 20 for the prompt thing. I'd love some Q angst because I am a masochist.
Ooo thank you! Hope you enjoy this:
10. Things you said that made me feel like shit
20. Things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear:
“Boys are just for stupid fun. I mean a warm body is a warm body. A smart, beautiful woman, on the other hand -” Bond’s voice came through the com in Q’s ear just as he slotted it in to place, a low sultry whisper. Seductive. Even as his stomach roiled, Q’s body reacted to that voice, anguish mixing with lust and leaving him sick.
He knew it had to be a lie. Bond was chatting up some girl in some stupid club. Some girl who’d must have traced the line of Bond’s sight. Q clicked to the security cameras of the club, already hacked and waiting for him. He nodded at the minion at the desk ahead of where he stood and Q pulled up the appropriate screen. Flicking through views he saw, just over the shoulder of Bond’s mark, a tall slender boy gyrating to the beat of the club. The boy was dark haired, fragile, ephemeral.
A high laugh echoed through Bond’s com. “You sure? He is quite pretty, I wouldn’t mind if you left me for him. I might leave you for him myself.”
“You could,” Bond whispered into her ear. Q watched as Bond leaned into his mark, eyes focusing in on her. “Or we could forget about him and see what we have to offer each other. I much prefer brains to beauty in my bed. Besides,” he said, trailing a finger up the mark’s exposed shoulder, “boy’s are boring.”
A lie, Q told himself, holding his breath. He will say whatever he has to to get the job done.
“Men on the other hand?” She giggled and Bond, at his self-deprecating best, smiled. Q tried not to wretch.
He ignored the nagging voice that told him the tone of Bond’s voice had been too real. He tried to rationalize with himself but… everything between them was still too fresh, too new. Two nights in Q’s bed, driven there by lust and too many months of repressed passion, two nights of his mouth on Bond’s cock - of Bond’s fingers twining through his hair and that voice moaning his name -
They had promised to talk after Bond got back from Ibiza and Q returned from visiting his family. That terrible voice in the back of his head whispered, well now he’s said it you won’t need to talk at all now will you, Stupid Fun.
“Is that what I am?” Q whispered to himself. On his screen Bond’s spine went taut as he slid around to lead his mark from her seat.
“So what are you doing here?” Bond said. “You’re a bit too high class for a rabble like this.”
“Good job, 007,” Q said, reining himself in tight. “The files we need should be stored in her hotel room safe.”
Crystal blue eyes bored into Q’s commandeered security camera for a fraction of a second and his stomach flopped uncomfortably.
“I just didn’t expect to see a world class physicist in a Spanish nightclub,” Bond continued. “Vacation?” Bond’s eyes flicked to the camera on the last word.
“Got called back in, emergency on 004’s mission,” Q explained. “Patch us back in once you’ve gotten to the safe. Try not to have too much stupid fun, Bond.” Q disconnected the line, ostensibly to give Bond some privacy. It was dreadfully unprofessional, that parting barb, but Q had been unable to restrain himself.
God, you are so stupid, the voice would not leave him alone. What possibly could he have expected from Bond? How had he even dared to hope that they could have been… what… boyfriends? Partners?
Q felt a fool as he closed out of Bond’s mission window and began hacking into their mark’s hotel network.
