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As part of Supportive Sundays, we’re also highlighting some fancreations with few comments that may be overlooked.

April 2020, by Danger_Zone24. Summary: Short stories for every day of April. [Includes Q/Mallory, 00Q, Q/Alec, and gen]  

Keep Calm. Dance On., by Psychopersonified. Summary: “Is that Nish’s mix of Vodka, Redbull and Ribena?” Q surprises him by reaching for the glass, fingers curling around Bond’s to pull it close and takes a sip from it. The gesture is scandalously intimate considering they are still in HQ among colleagues - if anyone was watching, it would seem as if Bond was feeding him the drink. [00Q] 

Aquatic Therapy, by tayryn. Summary: After a close call, Olivia and James seek comfort in each other. [M/James Bond] 

Nightmares, by quartermasterandhisagent. Summary: James Bond does not regret what he does, but occasionally he has nightmares about it. [00Q] 

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Christmas In July Headcanons

Day 16: Cookies - Mallory’s favorite cookies are oatmeal raisin. Everyone is half convinced this is because no one else likes oatmeal raisin cookies, so he doesn’t have to share.

Some spies, Eve reflected with amusement, were not quite as good at keeping secrets as they liked to think they were.

At least, they weren’t particularly good at keeping secrets from her.

M’s office was professionally devoid of even the most tasteful holiday decoration; it had been so every year since he’d taken the position. This made the jolly red and green striped tin sitting on the corner of his desk stand out all the more.

The tin, Eve had quickly learned, was filled with oatmeal raisin cookies; though this was, in Eve’s opinion, a terrible waste of a cookie, M seemed quite pleased by them (at least as pleased as he ever seemed by anything.)

Lots of people baked, of course, particularly around the holidays; that wasn’t the giveaway. There were considerably fewer people from whom M would trust a gift of food but, though that shortened the list, that still wasn’t the giveaway.

No, it was the fact that Q had been bringing baked goods into Q branch all month in those very same tins that gave it away.

Though perhaps even more telling was the fact that Q had made them for M when he’d made it known in the past that he doesn’t take requests or make treats for just one person. Or the fact that M kept the cookies on his desk at all when his office was largely free of personal items. Or the way Q always looked up when M entered the room, distracted for a moment in a way he never was by anyone else. Or the way M’s eyes softened, just a little, only if you knew how to look, when Q was around.

Honestly, Even snickered to herself as she waved Q on into M’s office to discuss a project that wouldn’t need approval for weeks and weeks yet, some people could be terribly obvious.

[solarmorrigan]

Headcanon: Mallory/Q

Mallory is actually a very secret cuddler. It surprised Q at first, and he didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as he does, but it’s nice, having someone just a little bit bigger than him just hold him him the way Mallory does; Mallory loves the way Q fits against him (like he’s supposed to be there, Mallory might think, if he were a romantic)

Q likes to experiment in bed (not terribly surprising); Mallory doesn’t mind, as such, but he’s also a fan of routine and has his favorite acts/positions. They manage to compromise; not every experiment works out, but they never regret trying

Mallory is one of the few people authorized to know Q’s real name, and takes full advantage of that fact; Q loves being Q, but he also likes hearing Mallory call him by his name, and Q calls him Gareth in kind

They both know Mallory will eventually have to retire, the way Mansfield was meant to be put out to pasture, and that this will happen long before Q is ready to give up MI6 (if he ever gives it up), but they’re sort of avoiding discussing it

When they do manage dates, they don’t actually go out much, as they would present too large a target combined, but for one anniversary, when they both somehow manage the night off, Mallory pulls some strings and gets them an excellent security detail so they can enjoy dinner at a nice restaurant

Otherwise, they’ll stay in and cook or get takeaway and enjoy a quiet evening together, or just skip food completely and head straight to the bedroom or nearest available surface (and christ, Mallory hasn’t felt this young in years)

They’ve managed to go stretches of days without speaking to each other on more than professional matters (or at all, even), they both work odd hours and are constantly on call, but they know that, besides the job, they are the most important thing to one another, and they manage to make it work

[solarmorrigan]

Sleep Talking [Mallory/Q]

((Day 20! Only 11 days left, oh my gosh! This one fills the free space on the Fluff Prompt Table; it was an idea I had already and seemed suitably fluffy, so I plugged it in. No warnings, just silliness))

Read it on Ao3

Q squinted through the darkness at the clock on the dresser. 3:58. Or maybe 3:28. The eight might’ve been a three. It was hard to tell with digital clocks. Everything got a bit watery-looking when he wasn’t wearing his glasses.

Whatever. It was late. So late it was early, and Q. Could. Not. Sleep.

Behind him, Mallory grumbled into his pillow.

“Gareth?” Q ventured quietly, turning to look over his shoulder.

Mallory’s eyes remained steadfastly closed, but he continued to mutter. Q caught the words “absolutely not” and something about “bloody papers.”

Half smiling, Q rolled over to face his partner. He’d found that, when he fell deeply enough, Mallory would talk in his sleep. He’d hold entire conversations sometimes. And on nights like tonight, when Q himself couldn’t sleep, he’d been known to prompt Mallory to see what would come out.

Never when he seemed distressed, of course, but when he was like this—muttering bureaucratic nonsense, more disgruntled than anything—it was a harmless sort of amusement that smothered Q’s worries for a while.

“Gareth,” He said again, softly, “What are you doing today?”

“Rabbits.” Mallory muttered, “I’ll have to tell ‘em no.”

Q bit his lip around a grin. “Tell the rabbits no?”

“Agents with rabbits. Bloody awful.” Mallory insisted, “Have to put them back.”

One short laugh escaped before Q managed to clamp down on the rest. “No rabbits for the agents, then?”

“They’ll eat all the papers. I’ll get Q to stop it.” Mallory huffed.

“Oh no, don’t foist this off on me.” Q snickered.

“They listen to Q.” Mallory sounded rather put out, “Don’t blame ‘em, though. He’s my favorite.”

Something warm and soft shifted in Q’s chest. “Am I?”

Mallory grunted an affirmative, then sat up in bed, startling Q. His eyes were still closed, apparently still asleep, for all it looked like something had quite suddenly occurred to him. “You can’t tell him.” Mallory ordered the dark in front of him, “He’d build a death ray. Then we’re all buggered.”

As Mallory lay back down, tugging the duvet over himself, Q stifled his laughter into his pillow, shoulders shaking with the effort not to wake his bedmate.

Across the room, the clock read four-something. Q still couldn’t sleep, but at least now he found it wasn’t the anxiety that kept him up, but the laughter.

[solarmorrigan]

Time Travel [Mallory/Q]

((Day 7! I can’t believe it’s been a week already! I’m tired! Anyway, this fills the “Time Travel” square on the General Prompt Table. It’s probably a bit thin, but I really hate time travel and wasn’t sure what else to do. Warnings for implied torture, sorta implied PTSD?))

Read it on Ao3

Mallory is no stranger to nightmares, but they have always been his own. He has never had to soothe another’s fear in the night, to calm their cries or hold them until their shaking subsided. To be fair, he’s rarely had anyone else do this for him, either.

Even when he takes Q to his bed, nightmares are solitary affairs. Q knows better than to touch Mallory when he wakes tense and wild-eyed, uncertain where the danger is but certain it exists. And when Q comes to with a gasp and lays panting, trying to regain his own equilibrium, he just as often leaves the bed as does just quietly attempt to sleep again.

Of course, some things can’t be overcome so easily.

Three days in the hands of monsters is too long to come away unscathed.

Q’s nightmares following those days are immediate and severe. If he isn’t in the stuffy dark granted by pain medication, he wakes screaming, fighting, damaging himself further and putting dents in anyone who dares touch him.

He comes home (he comes back to Mallory’s house, but – they’ve shared the bed and the shower and the sofa and the kitchen and everything for some time now, isn’t it home?) and the nightmares don’t loosen their grip for ages. Q’s body heals, but his mind holds on to the pain with admirable tenacity.

They do fade, somewhat. Screaming isn’t as common. Fighting is rarer. But they remain. And Mallory is at a loss. He is lying in bed now, listening to the way Q is crying quietly in his sleep (always in his sleep, but somehow never once he wakes), feeling every single bit as useless as he had those three days Q had been taken.

Then Q comes awake. His body tenses, his breathing stills. He isn’t screaming – he’s frozen. Stuck, terrified and alone, thrown back in time to that room where Mallory couldn’t reach him. But now – now maybe he can.

Maybe he can reach through the days and weeks (and months, this has got to stop) and find Q, wherever he is now, and pull him back.

Mallory reaches out. He calls Q’s name, shakes him gently, waits for the memories and fear to recede, for Q to break in increments, before he is gathering Q up, holding him to his chest, stroking his hair, things he’s never dared to do. He promises to be there.

Every time Q falls back, Mallory will pull him forward, he swears it, and holds on.

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‘           Oh my god ,            ’            Dick sighs as he drops his face into his hand ,  shaking his head in   e x a s p e r a t i o n  .   How this is a situation he found himself in ,  he didn’t know .  Oh wait ,  yes he   did .  It was because Bruce insisted on adopting or at least take in the  ENTIRETY  of Gotham at this point .  Dick takes in a deep breath as he digs his elbow into the arm of the couch ,  pressing his fingers   f i r m l y   against his temples as he attempts to not let Mallory get to him in the way she wanted to .  He made it  F A R  to easy for her to ,  and he could already hear Alfie reprimanding him for not being more   m a t u r e .   So instead of snapping at her he lifts his head from his hand to look over at her ,  his face   s l a c k   with exasperation .               ‘           I    GUESS  that’s possible ,            ’               he reconciles ,  dryly .

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Is there a TMFU fic big bang challenge this year? Or a James Bond big bang? Just watched both the TMFU and Spectre films on a flight, and I'm brimming with fannish feels once again. I feel quite inspired to poke at my unfinished Napollya, 00Q and MalloryQ fics. :D