#fluff prompt table

[ksansart]

For the 007 fest fluff prompt table: Water

The London skies were grey and cold and pouring. The few people who had to walk in the streets were all huddled under their coats, grey shadows against the streaming rain.

As his leather shoes sloshed in the filthy puddles, James was almost starting to regret his offer of escorting Q to the tube. Especially when the only umbrella left in Q-branch was… less than James' style.

"This is ridiculous even for you," James scowled at the atrocious pink. While it did its job and kept them relatively dry, it was also a crime against fashion. It had cat paws all over it.

"Nobody is making you hold it," Q grinned at James. His fluffy hood was up, practically swallowing his face whole. James definitely didn't think it was adorable. 

"Obviously, can't trust you with choosing an umbrella," James grumbled, turning his eyes toward the dreary street. "Pink, Q? Hardly inconspicuous for a spy."

"Think of it this way - what self-respecting spy would have a pink umbrella?"

"That’s not what hiding in plain sight means - Q?" James turned when he noticed that the boffin stopped abruptly, blinking into the dark alley to their left.

"Did you hear that?" Q asked, taking another step into the alley.

"Hear what?" James frowned, hand tightening on the handle. The water pouring down the streets muted the colors and muffled the sounds, washing everything in eerie silence. Q raised a hand, hesitant, before suddenly rushing into the alley.

"Q!" James almost dropped the umbrella running after him, slowing down when he saw Q's dark silhouette kneeling on the wet cobbles. He was hunched over something that James had trouble seeing in the fluorescent-washed street.

He approached carefully, raising the umbrella above his head to block the rain.

A very faint 'meow' broke the silence.

"For god's sake," James murmured, shoulders relaxing.

 Q turned to look up at him, big eyes blinking behind water-stained glasses. A very fat, very wet tabby cat was already sitting in his lap, leaving wet paw-marks all over Q's dark coat.

"We are not keeping it," James said, firmly. Two pairs of matching green eyes stared at him.

Now, James was not a man easily persuaded. He was 007, an international spy who did unthinkable things for Queen and country. He was a man with a spine of steel.

The tabby let another tiny 'meow!'. Q snuggled the cat closer - with his wet hair and dripping parka, he managed to look just as miserable as the cat.

With a sigh, James raised the umbrella over the pair, murmuring a faint "fine" that was barely audible over the rain.

Q seemed to hear just fine, though. With a smile, he looked down at the cat. "I think we'll name you Puddle."

"Puddle," James said to himself, and couldn't help but smile back.

[roseforthethorns]

Fluff Prompt Table: Goose and Free Space (domestic cuddles)

To try and decompress from work, Q sometimes plays video games. Recently, he’s discovered he’s rather partial to Untitled Goose Game. He likes getting to sometimes be a terrible goose and screw up other people instead of being told his tech his once again been destroyed by 007.

So he likes to come home, shower, and curl up in junky clothes and play on his Nintendo Switch. He knows that his boyfriend (they don’t technically have labels on it but partner just seems to formal) will arrive with takeaway and an apology for once again busting another earpiece and bringing his gun back in pieces.

And when Bond arrives, he’ll set out the food and chuckle to himself as he listens to Q’s muttered monologue while exploring the game and bothering other characters as a goose. Eventually they’ll end up cuddling on the sofa and eating the Chinese food. Bond won’t apologize for breaking the tech, but he does show his apology for upsetting Q in the gentleness of his touch and his willingness to rub Q’s shoulders. The cats will join them, and Q will eventually fall asleep leaning against Bond.

[roseforthethorns]

Fluff Prompt Table: Orchestrate and Competence Kink

MI6′s game of... THE FLOOR IS LAVA!!!!!

Rather than having the departments compete against each other (which would potentially make things very, very unfair, each team is made up of: one agent, one boffin, and one staff member.

Q, Bond, and Tanner are on a team together.

The rules are simple: the last team with any members standing will win. Lethal measures are forbidden. The idea is to have this be a fun competition to hone everyone’s skills. And it’s just a “happy accident” that it doubles as interdepartmental team building. If M deliberately orchestrated it this way, including deciding on the teams... well, no one would dare challenge her authority on the matter.

Q, Bond, and Tanner instantly hole up in Q’s office while Q lays out their plan for ultimate success and domination. Bond is rather immediately smitten. It turns out his Quartermaster is far more competitive than he ever imagined (Tanner had some idea, but this is rather ridiculous), and Bond keeps staring at Q with some mixture of hunger, admiration, and pure lust. Which, of course, Q notices.

So the deal is: utterly crush the competition. Then kissing. But if they lose, then Bond gets to keep his blue balls. Bond immediately agrees. Tanner rolls his eyes.

Q, of course, has lots of plans, and as long as they don’t touch the floor, they’re fine. In fact, it comes down to them vs Moneypenny, Alec, and R as the last two teams standing (Moneypenny technically counts as staff now since she’s no longer an agent). Eve and Alec manage to force Bond and Q into a corner with no way out. R has already been knocked to the floor earlier on. It’s going to be close, and everyone has forgotten about Tanner.

So he goes ahead and activates Q’s trap. It knocks his teammates to the floor, but it takes care of Eve and Alec too. So Q’s team wins.

And Q and Bond start snogging right there. While everyone groans and Tanner tries to suggest they “get a room.”