This November, we’re celebrating Qvember, a creative fandom challenge for Dept. Q on Netflix, and we’d love for you to join!
We have prompts for every day of November to spark your imagination. Whether you’re a writer, artist, editor, or otherwise creative mind, take a look at our prompt list below and see what inspires you. There’s no limit to what you can create or what medium you choose—anything goes.
There are no rules about where to post—share your work wherever you feel most at home: Tumblr, AO3, fanfiction.net, Bluesky, Instagram, TikTok, Dreamwidth, Pillowfort, Reddit, you name it. Just tag your creations with #Qvember so others can find and celebrate them too!
Whether you participate once or every day, we would love to have you! Let’s fill November with brooding, swearing, laughing, loving, kink, quirk and going doolally, one prompt at a time.
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PROMPTS
1. Between the lines / Hospital stay / Swimming
2. If looks could kill / Meanwhile, in Denmark... / I am Akram
3. Keep your enemies close / Saviour complex / Surprise reveal
4. Canon, who needs canon? / Are we the bad guys? / Found family
5. Missed opportunities / Food is love/family recipe / What are you wearing?
6. You're such a flirt / Fever / Surprise talent
7. Close call / TikTok influencer / Movie night
8. Out of the blue / Break every rule / Outsider POV
9. MVP (most valuable player/person) / Fuck you tuck me in / Difficult conversations
10. Who the fuck asked for your opinion? / Notebooks / Stitches
11. The things we don't say / Good with my hands / Pets/animals
12. In another universe... / Flu/head cold / Childhood
13. You did not just say that! / Scottish weather / Sleep deprived
14. Crushing loss / Postcards/Xmas cards / I didn't think you'd come
15. It takes two to tango / Bonding over TTRPGs / Good cop/bad cop
16. What if? / Pride / Learning Arabic
17. Living a lie / Team building / Love Letters
18. Most underrated / Minor wounds / Unexpected call/text
19. Making an entrance / You can't park there! / Dancing Queen
20. How did we end up here? / Beach day / Is the witness the one being interrogated?
21. Show me you care / Help me with this, will you? / Forced separation
22. Most intense glare/look / Colour coordinated / May I have this dance?
23. Blink and you'll miss it / Bruised and battered / Back home
24. Deleted scene / Get away from me! / Phobias
25. Most chaotic duo/trio... / Dislocation / Photographic evidence
26. Ghosts of the past / What happens in the car stays in the car / Lone wolf
27. Change my mind / Hallucinations / Hobbies
28. Best scene stealer / Pain meds / Supporting cast
29. Told you so / Don't give me that look / Dissociation
30. Not a single word spoken / Trapped / Fuck around and find out
Currently preparing for QVember, here's a snippet of the first day :)
Jasper shouldn't be here. He shouldn't know the place, shouldn't navigate the frustrating labyrinth of white hallways better than the ones at school, shouldn't think of wound cleaning and silicone sheets when the nauseating smell of sterile environment hits him. He shouldn't know where the ED is without looking, he shouldn't remember the dark stain that covers the first a on Vascular Surgery on the main direction sign. He sure as heck shouldn't remember the path between buildings that optimizes both distance and time spent in the freezing cold.
If anything, he should be the one being carried on a stretcher, under a survival blanket after a rough game, or for being stupid with alcohol, or even more stupid with a car. He shouldn't be the one who has to fucking worry about the differences in triage categories, trying to remember the last words he's said to his stepfather, because they were probably not nice, because they never have nice things anymore.
Martin would probably tell him he shouldn't be angry either.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Title: Proven Techniques for Stress Management in Public Speaking
Author: greenapricot
Fandom: Dept Q
Characters: Carl Morck, James Hardy
Pairing: Carl Morck/James Hardy
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 2522
Warnings: None
The first of my Qvember fics.
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His phone, when he finally finds it, is down by the foot of the bed under the pages containing the opening statements. A text from Hardy.
>> What are you wearing?
Carl frowns down at the screen. Trackies and an old jumper
>> Sexy
>> What colour are they?
Navy blue
>> Are there any strategically placed holes in these trackies?
Carl shakes his head, the smallest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips despite himself. You’ve seen them a million times
>> You’re no fun
This is no fun
Proven Techniques for Stress Management in Public Speaking on Ao3
This is the collection of my written (short-)stories for the Qvember 2025. Yay!
There is whole lot of hurt/comfort, found family and team as family, but i also tried to go outside of my comfort zone as a writer. So i also tried my hand at slash, romance and smut, as well as more violent themes. Although the last one only in one story.
As i know that that is not for everyone, i marked the slash chapters already in the chapter titles.
More detailed trigger warnings, if needed, will be in the chapter notes before the respective chapters.
That way you all can read safely what you like and easily skip what you dont. 😊
I hope you enjoy!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
question: what happens when akram turns up looking like peder rydh from sthlm rekviem?
answer: carl is thrown into a bi panic he may not survive
“The wanderer returns!” Hardy sounded mildly happy to see him at least. “Learn anything?”
“I discovered precisely how mind numbingly boring PowerPoint presentations can be.” He hadn't stabbed his eyes out with a pen, but it had been a close run thing. “Next time Moira insists I attend one of these things, I'm sending one of you in my place.”
“I think she might notice. She is a detective too, you know.”
Carl turned, raising his hand to flip Rose off, only to stop when he got a proper look at the other two members of his team. Rose was standing beside a precarious stack of archive boxes, and next to her…
“What the fuck?”
Nothing could have prepared him for the sight of his newly minted DI. If not for the warm doe eyes, Carl would have thought a random stranger had wandered in, or maybe Moira had taken his absence as an opportunity to replace him.
Does investigating a crime scene with a new police partner count as a meet cute?
"You're partnering with—" DCS Miller turned to his desk to check his file.
"—Sergeant Carl Morck," Hardy completed, barely keeping the judgment from his voice. "C'mon. He was introduced this morning"
"Aye, this one. Try not to let him puke on the scene," Miller eyed at the English man on the other side of the glass door, his arse on someone else's desk, visibly bored, fidgeting with the sleeves of a grey vest that was probably not enough even for a summer day, "he looks like he can only handle golf courses."
I'm using it as a tag game to read what @greenapricot, @codswalloping, @tj-teejay, @endlessbluesky have in mind <3 And anyone else who wants to participate, of course!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Now complete!
Title: Wasp Nest, chapter 4 (of 4)
Author: greenapricot
Fandom: Dept Q
Characters: James Hardy, Carl Morck, Donna Hardy, Rose Dickson, Akram Salim
Pairing: Carl Morck/James Hardy, Donna Hardy/James Hardy
Rating: Mature
Word count: 4032 (of 12.4k)
Warnings: None
Part 2 of Carl pov, and the final chapter.
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“So,” Hardy says conversationally, taking a sip of his beer. “What the fuck was all that, then?”
Carl had thought, he’d hoped, that once they’d left the hospital, and after neither Hardy or Donna brought it up over lunch, maybe he wouldn’t have to be confronted with the consequences of his own actions. Not that he could ever be so lucky.
“Nope.” He shakes his head, fully aware that if Hardy wants to talk, he’s going to force him to talk, but he’s got to try. “Donna said we’re to take it easy.”
Hardy huffs out a little snort of a laugh. “Too bad, you grumpy cunt, you scared the shit out of me.”
“I scared the shit out of you?” Suddenly, he’s there in the car park again, Fraser running at Hardy, the flash of the knife, Hardy on the ground and Fraser spinning away. He had been in motion, his fist hitting Fraser’s face before any rational part of his brain could engage. “He fucking stabbed you.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Title: Seeing Things, chapters 1 & 2
Author: greenapricot
Fandom: Dept Q
Characters: Rose Dickson, Carl Morck, James Hardy, Akram Salim, Donna Hardy
Pairing: Carl Morck/James Hardy, Rose Dickson/DC Wilson, Donna Hardy/James Hardy
Rating: Teen
Word count: 6714 total (2341, chapters 1 & 2)
Warnings: None
The second of my Qvember fics. I'll be posting two chapters a day for the next two days.
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Rose looks up when the lift pings. For a split second, when the doors first rattle open, she could swear the toes of the two pairs of trainers visible are touching, as if their owners are standing face to face, close enough to be in each other’s arms. But that can’t be right, there is no way Carl and Hardy are hugging in the lift on the way into work.
Maybe her mum is right (infuriating if true), maybe she has been spending too much time down in the basement. Or maybe they just need to catch a break on this case so her mind has something to latch onto.
Or five times Rose suspected there was more to Carl and Hardy’s partnership than work, and one time she called them on it.
