#silvaq

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Romance at it’s finest, babes! 😳

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"Also your cats, Q, are not cats, they are probably cows"

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Something I drew this summer

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“You think you could do better?”

Day 18 Words: 983 Summary: It seemed inevitable that the two best hackers in the world would like to test one another. 

The chase was a fun one, though of course Q would never admit it. It took him three months, but it would have been much shorter had he not been up to his ears in work. Three months and eight different countries, with a healthy dose of being introduced to the local cultures while he was there. It was a hallmark of Raoul’s games. He never sent him to a location just to find the next leg of the journey. He’d always force him to interact with the general public a little.

  Q supposed it was a bit of lighthearted revenge for last time. Q had been in charge of the clues then, and had delighted in sending Raoul to some of the coldest places he could think of, stating that it was about time he got used to cold weather and stopped making such a fuss. In return, Q found himself having to struggle through broken sentences of whatever language the country of the week spoke. He supposed all was fair in love and war.

  He finally found Raoul midway through the third month, sitting in a private corner of the bar belonging to the hotel Q was staying at. He looked up as Q approached, smiling, and Q slipped into the secluded booth opposite him and raised an eyebrow.

  “All of that for a hotel bar?” he asked. “I was expecting something a little grander.”

  “I could have picked you up in the helicopter again, but something told me you didn’t appreciate that,” Raoul said, a hint of teasing in his voice.

  “You know I hate flying, yet you insist on making me skip across the globe after you,” Q said, shaking his head, and Raoul laughed.

  “I’ll stick to trains and ships next time, if you keep me out of the cold.”

  “What’s the catch?”

  “My dear boy, why do you think there would be a catch?”

  “There’s always a catch with you.”

  “Telling you would be absolutely no fun,” Raoul said simply, and Q could appreciate the fact he didn’t lie.

  “At least you’re honest about being a conniving bastard,” he said, and Raoul just laughed again.

  Nobody else would know it, but Q was actually grateful for the quiet ending, of being able to sit there with his knees pressed against Raoul’s under the table, trying whatever drink Raoul had picked up on his travels and insisted Q try. They had been doing this for a long time – since Q was in university, in fact – and somehow it never got old. Q had no idea how the two of them managed to think up new puzzles and ciphers and codes every single time, but he hoped he never had to stop. He didn’t think he’d ever find anyone else who could keep up with him.

  “So,” Raoul said, once they had finished their second drink and Q was feeling delightfully fuzzy. “Did you at least enjoy this one?”

  “Oh, I loved it,” Q said, a smile tugging at his lips. “It was nice to have an easy one, for a change.”

  Raoul pretended to look offended. “Oh! You think you could do better?” he asked. “It took you three months. Three months! Despicable.”

  “Some of us have full time jobs,” Q said, smiling properly now. He wished he had enough sobriety to at least disguise the fact he was openly teasing, but Raoul was fun to wind up in the right circumstances.

  “Ah, yes, I forgot about that,” Raoul said, waving a hand dismissively. “Your promotion to glorified IT boy slips my mind sometimes, you see. I’m just so busy with actual work I can barely keep up.”

  “Actual work like rigging elections and mining for major bitcoin?” Q asked, and Raoul smiled.

  “Exactly. Much more interesting than teaching a bunch of office drones how to install Chrome.”

  “Please,” Q said, rolling his eyes. “You’ve been snooping around our systems long enough to know that we don’t use Chrome.”

  “You spotted me?” Raoul asked, sounding genuinely impressed. “Hmm.”

  “If it makes you feel better, I’m the only one who did,” Q told him. “I know how you like to constantly test yourself against me, even when I don’t know.”

  “Your improvements are certainly impressive,” Raoul admitted. “And the browser is finely designed. Yours, I assume?”

  “From the ground up.”

  “I did recognise your work.”

  “Just as I recognised yours,” Q said, nudging him with his foot.

  “I’m not worried. Given how long we’ve known one another, it’s natural we would recognise one another’s coding. So long as you don’t say anything,” Raoul said, raising an eyebrow pointedly. “I have no issue.”

  “I won’t say anything,” Q assured him. “Though I am curious as to what you’re doing. You aren’t looking for any immediate information that I can see, and you don’t seem to be stealing data.”

  “No,” Raoul confirmed, but he didn’t elaborate.

  “A lot of the things you’re looking at seem rather mundane,” Q pressed, and Raoul gave a thin smile.

  “Simply practise!” he said. “Now, weren’t you wondering why I decided to meet you here, of all places?”

  “I was,” Q said, bracing himself for a catch, but to his surprise there wasn’t one.

  “So there isn’t far for us to go to spend some… quality time together,” Raoul said, standing, and Q followed his lead, smiling to himself. They headed out of the bar and across the lobby; Raoul only spoke again when they were in the elevator, his lips already pressing teasing kisses to Q’s neck. “Though if you still think it was so easy, you had best make our next game the best one yet.”

  “Naturally,” Q said, slightly breathless.

(Months later, exhausted and heavy and watching the pattern of ciphers and codes gradually snaking their way towards northern Scotland, Q would realise he had had no idea what he had been promising.)

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say uhm o.o. i know this is from a superduperduper long time ago, but your raoul/Q fic on ao3 "down on these bright blue city lights", i was wondering well, what happens after it :o. (also hullo)

whoa wow. you read that? wowie.

so i actually did have some stuff planned for it - but it petered out bc no motivation to write, you get me? but this is what happens:

so q finds out that silva’s a sort of a biologically improved agent? he gets awesome strength, but the drawback to the program is that you kinda need blood to replenish the energy (don’t ask me why it was ages ago aaaaa) 

there are other agents, of course, silva was just the first. i think tanner was able to manipulate his appearance - but he only had to take blood after he changes, or something

so mallory was interested in bringing down the upper level bc economy reasons, ideological reason, some reason - but silva and co is of the old blood? so they’re not quite willing to shake shit up. small schism right there. and mallory was colluding with james, but q doesn’t know that

up until james is brought in and was forced to become a coughvampirecough and silva throws q in there for fun (and also wouldn’t it be great to torture someone further by making them kill someone who is related to them

miracles of miracles q survives bc james holds back (it’s called love, but neither party had ever experienced it before) and here’s the fun part the scientists gave him regeneration so fun shit

ends with them stopping the top levels plummeting onto the bottom city bc of a) radical revolutionaries and b) silva is a spiteful little shit and then they walk off in the dust

i hope that answers any questions bc man, i honestly just wanted a dystopian au where i could have silva as a vampire seducing q. to this day my otp is torn between 00q and silvaq lmao

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SilvaQ 25

Thank you for this seriously I dig this pair and I barely ever see anything for it and it’s such a shame. There were two prompts for 25 and I wasn’t sure which one you wanted so I combined both. This is going along the line of mole!Q but sort of more established, I guess? Basically he’s been one of Silva’s for a while and is totally In On Everything, enjoy!

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.” // “I got you a present.”

(991 words.)

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Q had been so engrossed inhis work that he hadn’t noticed anyone approaching him, much less who it was.His first clue was when someone sat in the seat opposite him, and his confusionquickly evaporated when he saw who it was, replaced with exasperation instead.

  “Raoul!”he hissed, shutting his laptop over so he could glare at him properly. “Whatare you doing here?”

  “You say that like people are looking,”Silva replied, waving a hand. “It’s a fairly neutral location, is it not? Icould have run into you in that little cupboard of a coffee shop you haunt inLondon.”

  “Well, I’m glad you didn’t,” Q said.Admittedly the man had made some attempt to dress down, but that wasn’t sayingmuch for him. “Why are you here?”

  “I got you a present,” Silva said simply,and Q raised an eyebrow.

  “You got me a present and you just had togive it to me in person?” he asked. “That makes a whole lot of sense.”

  “It’s a big moment, no?” Silva asked. “Whatwith your recent promotion. Quartermaster!I have to admit, you got there much quicker than I could have anticipated.”

  “No sense in wasting time, though I stillcan’t believe you talked me into this,” Q said. It seemed like a slightly risquétopic of conversation, until he remembered that no one in this shop could speaka word of English, and also the most risqué part of this entire situation wasthe fact he was sitting with Silva in the first place. “Though I still find itdifficult to believe that this is merely a congratulatory trip.”

  “Well, not entirely,” Silva admitted. “Thereare some things to go over that I thought would be safer discussed in person.But we’ll wait until later for that, hmm?”

  “Probably for the best,” Q said. “It must beimportant if you’re chasing me down on the last holiday I’m probably ever goingto get.”

  “Oh, and you certainly looked like you wereusing it,” Silva said, looking pointedly at his laptop. “That aside, I doubt it’llbe your last holiday, but it’s going to be the last one that I’ll be able tointrude on, and I didn’t want to waste the opportunity.”

  “It wasn’t work stuff,” Q said, because hecouldn’t bear to acknowledge the rest of what Silva had said. He had grown usedto hearing the vague undertones, and he’d perfected the art of ignoring thereality that he was soon going to be facing a life without Silva. He had triedto bring the subject up once, in the hope that the man would eventually see anyother way, but he had quickly learned not to mention it again. It hadn’t evenbeen a case of anger, which coming from Silva was enough persuasion. No, Qwould have almost preferred the anger. It had been the way Silva had told himthere was no other way, and even now,months and months later, Q couldn’t bring himself to recall how he had soundedas he’d said it.

  “I should hope not,” Silva said, and Qforced himself back to the present, managing a smile.

  “It is nice to see you, though I do wish you’dgiven me some warning,” he told him. “I would have picked a better venue. Iknow how much you despise these places.”

  “So pretentious,”Silva said, pulling a face as he looked around. “Look over there. Sellingbottled water out of an old oak barrel. It’s a furnace outside and they’ve gotthem artistically arranged in fake straw, and not on ice. What’s the point?”

  “You’re really not one to talk about doingthings for the aesthetic,” Q said, shaking his head.

  “Oh, stop that. I’m not the one slapping theword artisan on everything,” Silvasaid dismissively. “But anyway, duty does call. I’ll leave you for now andcatch up with you later, hmm? You’re staying at that charming littleestablishment at the top of the hill?”

  “Raoul, it is honestly really creepy when you do that,” Q said, as Raoul pushed his seatback and stood. “You know you can just askme these things, right? You don’t have to stalk me across continental Europe.”

  “It’s good to stay in practise,” Silva said,smiling. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

  “I do, but I also think this is all a bit offun for you. And didn’t you say you got me a present?”

  “It’s at your hotel room. It’s justsomething small, a little congratulations. Something to remember me by.”

  There it was again – that constantundertone, and Q forced it out of his mind and forced another smile instead.

  “You’re hardly forgettable.”

  “Such flattery!” Silva said, laughing, andthen he was gone, weaving through the tables and into the street outside. Hegave Q a quick wave from the window; by the time Q returned it, he had alreadyvanished. Q sat there for a few more minutes, looking at the faded stickers onthe back of his laptop, the smile fading from his lips in the stillness Silvaalways left in his wake. He knew it would be impossible to concentrate againnow, especially with his curiosity over whatever Silva had to tell him, andsitting around doing nothing was a dangerous activity when he had thoughts hewas trying to chase away. He finished the last of his tea and stood, tuckinghis laptop under his arm and heading out to the street.

  It took him five minutes to get back to hishotel room, and as soon as he had unlocked the door, he could feel someone hadbeen in there. He sighed, shaking his head as he stepped inside, walking overand putting his laptop on the bed and then turning to open up the door to thebalcony. He spotted it on the desk as he did so, freezing on the spot.

  A white Scrabble mug, with a large letter Q.

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SilvaQ crossover with London Spy *___*

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