Thinking about how they have rings because at heart Bond does like being a little traditional, and Q isn’t immune to the Romance Of It All
Thinking about how Bond can never be just one person; who he is at home can never be who he is in the field, and who he is in the field should never be who he brings home
(Thinking about how he might be more successful with one of those things than the other)
Thinking about how Q is always the gateway between those two people. Bond gives Q his ring before he leaves on a mission, to keep safe. Q gives Bond a gun and his gear before he leaves on a mission, to keep safe
(Thinking about how one of them is definitely more successful at this than the other)
Thinking about how at the end of a mission when Bond comes home, he hands over whatever is left of his kit and Q exchanges it for Bond’s ring, putting it back where it belongs, bringing Bond back to where he belongs
Thanks to @prismatic-bell, our very own Agent 0018 for the prompt!
James re-orientated his map.
“It says here that this used to be their treasury.” He squinted at the entrance that was carved into rock thousands of years ago. “It doesn’t look well-guarded. We could probably-”
“James!” Felix had the good sense to know two things in this moment. One, if it’s not well-guarded, or not guarded at all, then there’s not usually any treasure involve. And two, if he didn’t stop his husband’s train of thought right now, they’d be knee deep in trouble by nightfall.
James, on the other hand, had the good sense for once to quit while he was still in Felix’s good books. “I was going to say ‘We could probably go for dinner without working out the best way to get in.’”
Felix chuckled quietly, “Good save.”
“Thank you.” James came around to stand behind Felix, close enough to rest his head on his husband’s shoulder and still hold the map up in front of them.
Here they were, two retirees learning to lean in to all the little touches without constantly looking over their shoulders. Finally, in the shadow of Petra’s great cliffs, they found a calm.
An AU where M (Olivia) sends Bond to Sex Addicts Anonymous. Bond being super annoyed, flirts with literally everyone, everyone being MI5/6 employees.
Only to be stopped and harshly scolded by his Quartermaster, Q, who happens to be the counselor of the group. Bond not knowing that and being his usual snarky self responds with,
Bond: If I knew you had addiction to sex Q, we could've been shagging months ago.
Q: Charming Mr. Bond....But I am far from an addict.
Bond: I could make you one.
Q: Mr. Bond I'm your counselor, I'm also Asexual.
Bond: If you're Asexual so am I. We both know how jazzed up I make you, Quartermaster. If anything you're Bondsexual.
Q: Bond... sexual... I'm sorry to say Mr. Bond I am not one of your many Bond Girls let alone Boys. I wouldn't be attracted to you even if we were the last humans on this planet.
Bond: So that wasn't you that moaned out my name, over coms last week?
Q: I- .....
Bond: Is there where you tell me to see you in your office after class, Mr. Q?
Q: *Silently seethes*
And Bond does infact visit Q after class. And he does infact get his happy ending with Q over a desk.
Q not actually Asexual but only saying it to get Bond to leave him alone, so his crush for him wouldn't be shown.
But after the frist meeting, as Bond's sex addict counselor, Q helps Bond's addiction by letting him indulge in it with him, everynight, evening, and day. Them soon after starting to daye because Bond has another problem, he doesn't like sharing things he loves.
Tanner laughed, stumbling a little as he became Q's support beam. They'd had a very good Friday night. "'m not saying I love him or nothing but!" Q suddenly grabbed Tanner's face, willing him to understand. "His eyes are so oceany. There like two little moonpools. Moonpools Bill!"
Tanner laughed and Q's serious demeanour broke wide open at the sound. They spent the time waiting for their taxi giggling away like school children. And they weren't much better in the taxi itself.
Q rested his head on Tanner's shoulder in the back of the car. 'Might love him a little."
This was one of those times M decided it was better not to know. He could certainly hear something going very wrong in Q branch. Sounds of people running around and at least a dozen boffins using some choice language to describe a certain double-oh that apparently toppled some new-fangled gadget. Mallory should probably do his job and go in to dole out a consequence or two, but the thing is he really didn't care to. So, he just kept walking. After all, technically, he didn't see a thing and his ear weren't what they used to be you see.
Q had spent the better part of the last twenty-four hours waiting, cut off from his husband. No signals, no phone call or text message. Not a single flag or smoke signal raised. It was the longest stretch of time they'd ever been completely out of contact and now he was here in their office five hours late. Where had he been? What happened? He seemed fine save for a few cuts and bruises, all par for the course after having known his agent so long.
Maurice jumped back at such an alarming rate that it took him 30 seconds of absolute sheer panic to realise the disembodied warning had not been directed at him.
Thank god.
He looked towards the offending party to see a man holding his hand but a hair’s width above something that was definitely dangerous. The offender had the audacity to meet their quartermaster’s eye and smirk.
“Don’t you trust me, Q?” the idiot taunted.
“No.” Q replied. “I don’t.”
“Fine.” The man sighed. “Then I’ll just sit quietly in total silence.”