“Is that all you’re going to say?” Bond asks. Q purses his lips, as if in thought.
“They warned me about you,” he says. “What you might do.
“Murder?” Bond asks.
“Seduction.”
“Ah.” Bond leans against the desk, supporting himself with one hand, in a manner that usually lets people know what his intentions are. Q looks him up and down and raises his brows.
“Exhibit A,” Q says, and looks pointedly at Bond’s hips.
“You can’t say it isn’t working,” Bond says.
“No. I can’t.”
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Love, in all of it's previous forms, has always screwed Bond over. So when he first kisses Q it's to get away from it, not to fall into it. Bond is, however, not known for his great emotional foresight.
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ahhhh i love this fic so much. it has badass!q and confident!q and i love it so much
2. Tactical Silence by Kayzo
Spies are good at keeping secrets, obviously. But normally they don’t tell the person their keeping it from to their face that they’re keeping it... Q hates Bond sometimes.
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sneaky!bond is another favourite of mine and this fic does it so well. it also has a very cute exasperated!q, hehe.
3. No One Thrills Me (Like You Do) by RayShippouUchiha
“Nonsense,” Moneypenny waved a dismissive hand in his direction, “I’ve already got it arranged. Friday, one o’clock. I’ve put it into your schedule and, hopefully, it’ll be a nice, casual lunch date with the possibility of dinner later. I’ll send a car around because I won’t have you late or lost on the Tube. Again.”
Q thought of protesting, reminded himself of just who he was talking to, and quickly deflated.
“Fine,” he finally grumbled. “But when it ends in disaster I’m free for the rest of the weekend. No meddling allowed for at least a week.”
“Deal.” Moneypenny thankfully agreed.
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jealous!bond jealous!bond jealous!bond. i love jealous!bond.
(honestly, while we’re on this topic, i love jealous!blondes in ships, like jealous!arthur, or jealous!john, or jealous!dean. there’s just something about this trope that hits right.)
So I took it a bit further than just "field agent", and forgot the sexy part for most of the time, but.... here it is!
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“I don’t see why this should be necessary,” Q said, barely managing to dodge Alec’s punch by stepping to the side.
They were warming up, not really fighting yet. A bunch of agents, mostly double-oh’s, some others who were curious, were gathered around the matt they were on, sitting on the benches and leaning against the walls. James was closer, but he was the cause of this whole thing, and wanted to ensure Alec didn’t break Q’s legs.
It had started as an innocent comment. Alec and James had been there to give Q what was left of their equipment, all black eyes and covered in bruises, and Q had made fun of them. As he never was out in the field before, James felt that he wasn’t in the position to laugh at them for getting some trophies from their fights, so he challenged him. If he managed a minute against Alec or himself, then he could happily continue to comment; if not, he was to stop.
Much to their surprise, Q agreed, and now they were in the training room, ready to spar.
Q had refused to change his clothes into more suitable ones, even though it allowed Alec to grip his cardigan and use it to take him down. He also kept his glasses on, his ID, mistakes only someone without self-defence training would make. The fight would be over in a matter of seconds. Alec was one of the best fighters MI6 had, and he and James were on the same level. There was no way, absolutely none, Q would make a minute.
The other agents in the room seemed to agree with James. With every dodge Q made, and no single attack coming from his side, they grew more amused. Some even giggled when Q nearly stumbled and fell down clumsily, looking a bit helpless and awkward up there.
“Because you agreed. Now, you go and start,” James said, gesturing to Alec. “Don’t be too hard on him. I need him in one piece.”
“You know me, James,” Alec grinned at him, rolling his shoulders with a loud crack. “I would never hurt our dear Quartermaster like that.”
“I know you. That’s why I reminded you.” James grinned back and caught the towel Alec threw at his face, letting it drop as it stunk of sweat. From what James knew, Alec had it in his locker for a few months just for the purpose of annoying him. “Ready, Q?”
The Quartermaster nodded, and with eyes wide as a deer’s he turned to Alec, tensing up ready to dodge just again.
Alec didn’t waste any time. The moment James pressed the button on his phone to count down a minute, he charged forward, trying to use the difference in height and muscle mass to his advantage. James knew he wanted to tackle Q and keep him on the ground, which would mean he’d win.
When Alec was only a few inches away, hands already out to grip Q’s cardigan, the Quartermaster’s body posture changed completely. He bent his legs a bit and reached out, using the speed Alec had to throw him over and onto his back. A loud ‘oof’ left Alec’s mouth, while the rest of the room went silent.
James’ eyes widened a bit.
The expression on Q’s face was so familiar it hurt. There was nothing left of the scared and tense fawn; on its place, there was a wolf. He turned around and jumped up as Alec tried to kick his legs, did a flip and put his foot on Alec’s chest.
“Going to stand up again, 006?” He asked, nothing but concentration audible in his voice. Alec grunted, gripped his leg and brought him down.
Q seemed to have expected that, as he did a spin on his back and kicked Alec in the face. The noise of bones cracking filled the room. Alec gave a howl of surprise and got back on his feet, blood running down his nose, which was bent into an odd angle. He charged forward again just as Q stood up, calmly brushing dust off his trousers.
He let Alec throw him to the ground, just to use the impact and make a roll. Alec was thrown behind him. The fact that Q was small and bony looked like a massive disadvantage at first, but he used it to win. In the time Alec recovered from the blow to his head after colliding with the floor, Q was already on him and took his arm into a strong grip. James knew he could break it if he wanted.
Stopping the time, James looked down, silent as he took in the numbers on screen.
It had taken Q thirty-seven seconds to win against Alec.
After releasing Alec’s arm again, Q stood up and stretched a bit, relaxing his muscles. His posture was of a predator’s, every muscle tense in anticipation of an attack, his gaze wandering over the shocked crowd before he jumped over the rope and left, just like that.
Alec watched him leave and then turned to James, blood still running from his nose. “Well. Дерьмо.“
James just nodded, torn between being horrified and uncomfortably aroused, and then went to follow Q.
“I didn’t know you had self-defence training,” he said once he caught up with him, the Quartermaster walking fast and like a force through the corridors. James took it as a good sign that he held the door of the elevator open for James to join him. “You took us all by surprise. No one would have expected it.”
“There’s an advantage to being small,” Q responded and turned to look at him. “I’m not in the mood to explain. You can check my file if you want.”
James did. He asked R for access and sat down in Q-branch with a laptop, opening Q’s file which he knew was secured better than M’s and James’ combined.
What he read made his eyes widen.
Benjamin Yale. Quartermaster. Former field-agent in the Alpha Zero team.
Security level: X
Threat level: X
James looked up at Q, and saw Q smirk at him. Level X. That was higher than James' own. He swallowed, arousal burning hot in his lover belly.
Got a prompt for a friend last night for a badass!Q fic and I was more than happy to meet her request! I have some stuff to do tonight, but I will hopefully finish in the next day or so. Here's a snippet
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They are quick to assume he is delicate, fragile, easily broken. Not just his captors, but everyone around him. He is small, he is pale, he is waifish. But to assume these things make him weak. That was their first mistake.
They aren't factors he has ever needed someone to point out to him. He's looked in the mirror, he knows what he sees. An adult knowing in a child's eyes. A man's brain in the body of a boy. He knows it. He's always known it. There isn't a single terrible thing anyone can tell him that he hasn't already thought himself, a million times over. But people have always felt the need to remind him of these things, his thinness, his paleness, his perceived fragile weakness. School yard bullies, condescending adults. Peers. Superiors. Double O agents. They see him like porcelain or spider's silk, finely crafted and easily broken. A thing to be handled with care. But life has never been careful with him. Life has made him hard, strong as steel underneath his pale skin. While nature made him smart, a genius in fact, life has made him crafty. But above all, life has made him dangerous. Very, very dangerous. He isn't a china doll, he is a poisoned puzzle box. Harmless to ooh at but deadly when tampered with. Something his captors were about to find out.
