#adreaminglamb

[ayrtonwilbury]

Gift

hi, merry holidays, everyone

warning: blood, implied gore

James yawned as he moved back into position. His arm was getting stiff while the rifle felt heavier and heavier each time he moved. He huffed and moved back to look into the scope.

“You're a day late,” Q whispered in his ear.

James pushed on the earwig and grunted. “You're the one that sent me out here in the first place.”

“But you were supposed to be done earlier,” Q pouted. “I have something for you; the perfect gift for my werewolf.”

“I should be done within the day,” James told him. “Will my surprise still be there when I come home?”

“It'll be here when you come back,” Q said and James could hear the smile in Q's voice. “I can't wait for you to see it; you'll love it.”

That night, James walked into the dark house and tossed his jacket onto one of the bar stools and his wallet on the counter. Immediately he felt a cat's tail wrap around his leg as he mewled in welcome. James smiled and bent down to hold out his hand. The cat purred and nuzzled the calloused hand.

“Where's daddy?” he murmured.

The cat purred and finally left. James undid his tie as he made his way further into the house until he noticed light coming from the basement. James grinned and fingered the keys in his pocket and looked for the basement key. When it was found, he unlocked the door and slowly descended down the stairs. He shivered, the basement colder than it was before he went out on mission. His shoes echoed on the hard floor and Q emerged from one of the unfinished rooms.

“My werewolf,” he smiled and wrapped his arms around him. James grinned and held onto Q tightly. James pulled back and noticed specs of blood on Q's glasses and larger spots of dried blood on Q's shirt. James raised an eyebrow and touched one of the dried spots. “It's your present.”

“Have you had your way with it first?” James asked in disappointment. “And you didn't wait for me?”

“You were gone longer than you were supposed to be,” Q scolded and took James's hand. “So I just started...a little bit.”

James narrowed his eyes but followed Q into the small room. His feet slipped on the plastic that covered the ground while moans were heard inside. Q turned on the light and the person tied to the chair jumped in surprise. A crude bow was carved on the man's chest, his blood pooling underneath him. James smiled.

“Is he for me?” James asked and pulled Q closer. “Mr. Felix Leiter?”

“Lieutenant Leiter,” Q corrected him. “I'm sure Trevelyan is looking for him as we speak.” Q held out a knife between James and himself. “But, let's not worry about that for now. Merry Christmas, my werewolf.”

“Thank you my love,” James said and licked his lips. He took the knife and moved towards Felix ,who tried to escape, screaming through his gag.

[ayrtonwilbury]

part three: q has council with the omega elders.

parts one and two here

James and Q stopped in front of the large building; the Hall of Omega Elders. Q rubbed his temples while James stood behind him. They walked up the steps and stopped when the guards halted them. Q took off his messenger bag and set it for the scanners while the other guards began to frisk James.

“Do you have council with the Elders?” the guard asked.

“I do,” Q stated and took out his credentials.

“Is this your Alpha?” another guard asked while three more approached. “Has he been claimed?”

“Yes, he wears my mark,” Q stated.

“He is not allowed in the council chambers,” the first guard said. “He cannot be inside of the building at all. There are some Omegas inside that are in heat. He will have to wait outside with an escort.”

“Do you need me to come with you?” James asked.

“Just...stand outside for me,” Q ordered.

“As you wish,” James said and glared at the guards. The guards kept hands on their weapons before they led James outside for him to wait. Q turned and opened his mouth to say something, but he closed it. He kept his head down and walked through the doors.

Q walked into the large room and was met with five of the eight Elders. There were eight Elders in all, ranging from different sexualities and genders. All Omegas who participated in the breeding programs were under strict supervision of the Elders. The Elders were ones who commanded who the Omega bonded with and should their party take suppressants or not. Q had not, in quite some time, had been summoned to council with the Elders since he acquired James.

The Elders looked up at as he made his way to the center of the room. He stood tall while he waited for them to begin speaking. The five Elders talked among themselves first before they even acknowledged that Q was in the room.

“Why have you not bred yet?” One of the Elders demanded from Q.

“Sir, we are trying,” Q stammered.

“Five years with possibly one of the best Alphas we could provide for you!” a second Elder exclaimed.

“Is it because you are still bonded with the last Alpha we provided for you?” a third, asked.

Q stared with wide eyes. “I-I...”

“The young Alpha Alistair Turner, yes?” the first Elder asked as they shuffled papers around. “It says that you bonded with him quite quickly.”

“Mr. Holt, is this the reason why you have not bred with Alpha James Bond yet?” the second Elder asked.

Q opened his mouth before he looked down at the floor, exposing his neck.

“We understand, Mr. Holt,” the third Elder stated and took off her glasses. “A bond is something strong between the Omega and their Alpha. For you to lose your first Alpha so quickly and so...horribly, I can understand your unwillingness to breed with the Alpha James Bond.” She looked at him before she looked at the others. As if talking through telepathy, the other four nodded in agreement. “You have thirty days to breed with the Alpha James Bond and bond with him or the Alpha James Bond will be returned to the sanctuary for a reassignment for breeding purposes. Do you understand?”

“But I have already branded him,” Q pointed out. “He is mine and mine alone.”

“Brands can be cut off,” the first Elder answered. “It has been done many times and for the Alpha James Bond it will be no different.” Q only looked in shock and the first Elder gave him a warm smile. “It doesn't hurt the Alphas, trust me. I've known many Alphas that have been branded more than once.”

“Do we have an understanding?” the second Elder asked Q.

Q let out the breath he had been holding. “I understand.”

“We will give you more anti-suppressants to help with the fertilizing process,” the first Elder told him. “The population depends on the both of you. Dismissed.”

Q gave a small bow and left the room, his head spinning and his heart aching. Thirty days and he loses James forever. That's what he wanted all along, right?

[ayrtonwilbury]

here’s more of the garbage a/b/o 

part one

for @a-forger-and-a-point-man

Q woke up and sat on his bed. James was back home safely but it was all his fault. The entire mission went tits up because of faulty intel. Q should have looked further into the intel, but he was so angry, so sure that it was right. He shifted before he finally stood to get ready for work. Images of James's battered body were still vivid in his mind. For James to leave the hospital and come back to their home... Q let out a breath and went into the kitchen unsure of what to do. He set his kettle on the stove and moved to unlock James's door. James stood, the chain around his ankle quiet.

“Good morning James,” Q said to him quietly. “Would you like to have tea with me before we go to work?”

“Whatever you want,” James said.

Q hesitated before he moved and uncuffed James. James didn't move as he waited for instructions. Q nodded and walked out. He turned around and James followed him. By the time, they reached the kitchen, the kettle whistled. Q took the kettle off and poured them both a cup. Q set a cup in front of James, still skittish.

“Have you turned in your paperwork from your mission?” Q asked timidly.

James grunted and took a sip of his tea before he made a face. He set the cup down. “I'll finish it when we get into the office.”

“I'm sorry,” Q blurted out. “For messing up the mission. It was my fault.”

“I'm here, aren't I?” James said, stood up, and buttoned his jacket. “Are you ready? We need to get to work.”

“James...”

James stood and waited by the door. “I'll be waiting.”

Q sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He grabbed his bag and said goodbye to his cat and followed James out to the car. James opened the door for him and Q thanked him.

James drove them to work. Q looked over to see that James's sleeves were rolled up, there he saw a cigarette burns that peppered the agent's arm. They were all deep and Q wondered if they were still painful for the Alpha. Q's stomach turned when he realized that the cigarette burn looked almost identical to the brand he used on James five years ago. Q felt sick as he looked away.

“Something wrong?” James asked as he felt Q's uneasiness.

Q swallowed but shook his head. “N-no. Everything...it's fine.”

“You look worried,” James told him. “Do you have another meeting with the Elders?”

Q shifted in his seat. “No, I just...”

“Just what?”

“I'm sorry,” Q said finally, his hands gripping his bag tightly.

James raised an eyebrow as he pulled the car into the parking garage. “For what?”

“I...” Q breathed in, tears in his eyes. “I've branded you. Just like those bastards who brand their slaves...or cattle.”

“You branded me because you have to,” James answered. “So it will let me do my job. I cannot do my job if I was wearing one of your collars.”

“James,” Q said but James got out of the vehicle and opened his door for him. Q looked up at James and James kept his eyes forward. Q closed his mouth and got out of the car. James walked by his side until Q got into his office. “Thank you, James.”

“Do you need me?” James asked. “Because I will go to my office and finish my paperwork.”

“James, please, talk to me,” Q said, almost desperately. Q stood in front of the agent and furrowed his brow. “I fucked up your mission and you got hurt!”

“All part of the job,” James said. “Anything else?”

“I don't want you to be in your room when we go home tonight,” Q told him. “I want you to share my bed.”

“Do you plan on breeding tonight?”

“I...” Q let out a breath and closed his eyes. “I'm unsure.”

James moved closer and rested his forehead against Q's. Q tensed at the touch but relaxed, the stress leaving him. “Unsure about this or the breeding?”

[lunamazes]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

In Which There is a Laser Pointer

adreaminglamb

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Bond must like breaking into Q's flat because Q got home one evening to find him sitting in the living room playing with the cats. Tesla and Rochester seem very enthralled with Bond and his laser pointer. Traitors.

Or the one where Q's favorite books are trashy spy novels and James thinks this is humorous.

[ayrtonwilbury]

A startling discovery about my animals.

[ayrtonwilbury]

I gave lamb part of prison au. This was her response.

[ayrtonwilbury]

sunday six

prison!bond.

writing is hard.

Q stared at James's torso and found a mark on the older man. Q tilted his head as he let his finger gloss over the faded mark on James's body. He tried to figure out what it was but since it was so faded one would have to look incredibly close to even realize that it was there. He felt James's fingers cover his own and James held onto Q's hand tightly.

“What was it?” Q asked as he kissed James's cheek.

“I don't remember,” James lied as he brought up Q's fingers to his lips to kiss them. Q just smiled and nuzzled against him while James stared up at the ceiling. Q slept on, finally able to sleep after many nights unable to. In prison, James made sure his cellmate slept before he did. James finally whispered: “It's a wolf. From Volkov's men. You probably don't know who that is because it was before your time. Everything in my past...was before your time.”

[ayrtonwilbury]

snippet. 

in which james dies and is turned into a dog. alec is an asshole messenger that can communicate with james while in dog form. 

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Why did you make me come back? James asked Alec when he came to visit.

Alec shrugged his shoulders as he bit into the apple. “You needed to hear what Q couldn't tell you as human.”

I don't want this. Just let me die.

“Can't let you do that,” Alec took another bite into his apple. “I'm here to guide you to right what is wrong. And you need to do something about it.”

How the fuck can I do that when I'm a fucking dog! James growled and bared his teeth at Alec. Alec stared, unfazed.

“Your real body was cremated and given to Q,” Alec said as he tossed his apple core. “So, in reality, that is your body.”